[{"input": "\"By Jove, I'm dotty!I'll make an ass of myself, sure\nthing, when I see her to-day.\"He sprang from his chair and shook\nhimself together.The bathroom is east of the bedroom.\"Besides, she has forgotten all about me.\"The chill morning air struck him sharply in the face.He\nturned quickly, snatched his overcoat from a nail in the hall and put it\non.At this point Billy, who combined in his own person the offices of\nostler, porter and clerk, appeared, his lantern shining with a dim\nyellow glare in the gray light of the dawn.1 is about due, Doc,\" he said.I say, Billy,\" said the Doctor, \"want to do something for\nme?\"He pushed a dollar at Billy over the counter.\"Name it, Doc, without further insult,\" replied Billy, shoving the\ndollar back with a lordly scorn.\"All right, Billy, you're a white little soul.I want your\nladies' parlor aired.\"I have a lady coming--I\nhave--that is--Sergeant Cameron's sister is coming--\"\n\n\"Say no more,\" said Billy with a wink.But what about\nthe open window, Doc?\"Open it up and put on a fire.Those Old Country people are mad about\nfresh air.\"\"All right, Doc,\" replied Billy with another knowing wink.\"The best is\nnone too good for her, eh?\"\"Look here, now, Billy--\" the doctor's tone grew severe--\"let's have no\nnonsense.He is knocked out, unable\nto meet her.If you\nhave any think juice in that block of yours turn it on.\"Billy twisted one ear as if turning a cock, and tapped his forehead with\nhis knuckles.\"Doc,\" he said solemnly, \"she's workin' like a watch, full jewel, patent\nlever.\"Sitting-room aired, good fire going,\nwindows open and a cup of coffee.\"\"You know well enough, Billy, you haven't got any but that infernal\ngreen stuff fit to tan the stomach of a brass monkey.\"\"All right, Billy, I trust you.They are death on tea in the Old\nCountry.You keep her out a-viewin' the scenery for half an hour.\"\"And Billy, a big pitcher of hot water.They can't live without hot\nwater in the morning, those Old Country people.\"At this point a long drawn whistle sounded through the still morning\nair.Say, Doc--\"\n\nBut his words fell upon empty space.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.\"Say, he's a sprinter,\" said Billy to himself.\"He ain't takin' no\nchances on bein' late.Shouldn't be surprised if the Doc got there all\nright.\"He darted upstairs and looked around the ladies' parlor.The air was\nheavy with mingled odors of the bar and the kitchen.A spittoon occupied\na prominent place in the center of the room.The tables were dusty, the\nfurniture in confusion.The ladies' parlor was perfectly familiar to\nBilly, but this morning he viewed it with new eyes.He's too swift in his movements,\" he muttered", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "He raised\nthe windows, opened the stove door and looked in.The ashes of many\nfires half filling the box met his eyes with silent reproach.\"Say, the\nDoc ain't fair,\" he muttered again.\"Them ashes ought to have been out\nof there long ago.\"This fact none knew better than himself, inasmuch as\nthere was no other from whom this duty might properly be expected.Yet\nit brought some small relief to vent his disgust upon this offending\naccumulation of many days' neglect.He\nwas due in ten minutes to meet the possible guests for the Royal at the\ntrain.He seized a pail left in the hall by the none too tidy housemaid\nand with his hands scooped into it the ashes from the stove, and,\nleaving a cloud of dust to settle everywhere upon tables and chairs, ran\ndown with his pail and back again with kindling and firewood and had\na fire going in an extraordinarily short time.He then caught up an\nancient antimacassar, used it as a duster upon chairs and tables, flung\nit back again in its place over the rickety sofa and rushed for the\nstation to find that the train had already pulled in, had come to a\nstandstill and was disgorging its passengers upon the platform.All the comforts and\nconveniences!That's all right, leave 'em to me.The office is south of the garden.He saw the doctor wandering distractedly up and down the platform.Say, Doc,\" he added in a lower voice, coming near to the\ndoctor, \"what's that behind you?\"The doctor turned sharply and saw a young lady whose long clinging black\ndress made her seem taller than she was.She wore a little black hat\nwith a single feather on one side, which gave it a sort of tam o'\nshanter effect.Martin,\" she said in a voice that indicated immense\nrelief.Well do I remember you--and that day in the Cuagh Oir--but\nyou have forgotten all about that day.\"The garden is south of the hallway.A little flush appeared on her\npale cheek.\"But you didn't know me,\" she added with a slight severity in her tone.She paused in a\nsudden confusion, and with a little haughty lift of her head said,\n\"Where is Allan, my brother?\"He was gazing at her in stupid\namazement.\"I was looking for a little girl,\" he said, \"in a blue serge dress and\ntangled hair, brown, and all curls, with brown eyes and--\"\n\n\"And you found a grown up woman with all the silly curls in their proper\nplace--much older--very much older.It is a habit we have in Scotland of\ngrowing older.\"\"Yes, older, and more sober and sensible--and plainer.\"They are both an even superficies,\nand both give the idea of something beyond their superficies.Since you\nare persuaded that the looking-glass, by means of lines and shades,\ngives you the representation of things as if they were real; you being\nin possession of colours which in their different lights and shades are\nstronger than those of the looking-glass, may certainly, if you employ\nthe", "question": "What is south of the garden?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Or rather, your picture will\nbe like Nature itself seen in a large looking-glass.This looking-glass (being your master) will shew you the lights and\nshades of any object whatever.Amongst your colours there are some\nlighter than the lightest part of your model, and also some darker\nthan the strongest shades; from which it follows, that you ought to\nrepresent Nature as seen in your looking-glass, when you look at it\nwith one eye only; because both eyes surround the objects too much,\nparticularly when they are small[97].CCCLI./--_Which Painting is to be esteemed the best._\n\n\n/That/ painting is the most commendable which has the greatest\nconformity to what is meant to be imitated.This kind of comparison\nwill often put to shame a certain description of painters, who pretend\nthey can mend the works of Nature; as they do, for instance, when\nthey pretend to represent a child twelve months old, giving him eight\nheads in height, when Nature in its best proportion admits but five.The breadth of the shoulders also, which is equal to the head, they\nmake double, giving to a child a year old, the proportions of a man of\nthirty.The bathroom is north of the office.They have so often practised, and seen others practise these\nerrors, that they have converted them into habit, which has taken so\ndeep a root in their corrupted judgment, that they persuade themselves\nthat Nature and her imitators are wrong in not following their own\npractice[98].CCCLII./--_Of the Judgment to be made of a Painter's Work._\n\n\n/The/ first thing to be considered is, whether the figures have their\nproper relief, according to their respective situations, and the light\nthey are in: that the shadows be not the same at the extremities of\nthe groups, as in the middle; because being surrounded by shadows, or\nshaded only on one side, produce very different effects.The groups in\nthe middle are surrounded by shadows from the other figures, which are\nbetween them and the light.Those which are at the extremities have\nthe shadows only on one side, and receive the light on the other.The\nstrongest and smartest touches of shadows are to be in the interstice\nbetween the figures of the principal group where the light cannot\npenetrate[99].Secondly, that by the order and disposition of the figures they appear\nto be accommodated to the subject, and the true representation of the\nhistory in question.Thirdly, that the figures appear alive to the occasion which brought\nthem together, with expressions suited to their attitudes.The kitchen is south of the office.CCCLIII./--_How to make an imaginary Animal appear natural._\n\n\n/It/ is evident that it will be impossible to invent any animal without\ngiving it members, and these members must individually resemble those\nof some known animal.If you wish, therefore, to make a chimera, or imaginary animal, appear\nnatural (let us suppose a serpent); take the head of a mastiff, the\neyes of a cat, the ears of a porcupine, the mouth of a hare, the\nbrows of a lion, the temples of an old cock, and the", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "CCCLIV./--_Painters are not to imitate one another._\n\n\n/One/ painter ought never to imitate the manner of any other; because\nin that case he cannot be called the child of Nature, but the\ngrandchild.The hallway is north of the kitchen.It is always best to have recourse to Nature, which is\nreplete with such abundance of objects, than to the productions of\nother masters, who learnt every thing from her.CCCLV./--_How to judge of one's own Work._\n\n\n/It/ is an acknowledged fact, that we perceive errors in the works of\nothers more readily than in our own.A painter, therefore, ought to\nbe well instructed in perspective, and acquire a perfect knowledge of\nthe dimensions of the human body; he should also be a good architect,\nat least as far as concerns the outward shape of buildings, with their\ndifferent parts; and where he is deficient, he ought not to neglect\ntaking drawings from Nature.It will be well also to have a looking-glass by him, when he paints,\nto look often at his work in it, which being seen the contrary way,\nwill appear as the work of another hand, and will better shew his\nfaults.It will be useful also to quit his work often, and take some\nrelaxation, that his judgment may be clearer at his return; for too\ngreat application and sitting still is sometimes the cause of many\ngross errors.CCCLVI./--_Of correcting Errors which you discover._\n\n\n/Remember/, that when, by the exercise of your own judgment, or the\nobservation of others, you discover any errors in your work, you\nimmediately set about correcting them, lest, in exposing your works to\nthe public, you expose your defects also.Admit not any self-excuse,\nby persuading yourself that you shall retrieve your character, and\nthat by some succeeding work you shall make amends for your shameful\nnegligence; for your work does not perish as soon as it is out of your\nhands, like the sound of music, but remains a standing monument of your\nignorance.If you excuse yourself by saying that you have not time for\nthe study necessary to form a great painter, having to struggle against\nnecessity, you yourself are only to blame; for the study of what is\nexcellent is food both for mind and body.The bathroom is north of the hallway.How many philosophers, born\nto great riches, have given them away, that they might not be retarded\nin their pursuits!CCCLVII./--_The best Place for looking at a Picture._\n\n\n/Let/ us suppose, that A B is the picture, receiving the light from D;\nI say, that whoever is placed between C and E, will see the picture\nvery badly, particularly if it be painted in oil, or varnished; because\nit will shine, and will appear almost of the nature of a looking-glass.For these reasons, the nearer you go towards C, the less you will be\nable to see, because of the light from the window upon the picture,\nsending its reflection to that point.But if you place yourself between\nE D, you may conveniently see the picture, and the more so", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n/Chap._November_ 21.--Abbie Clark and her cousin Cora came to call and invited\nme and her soldier cousin to come to dinner to-night, at Mrs.The bathroom is west of the garden.He will be here this afternoon and I will give him the\ninvitation._November_ 22.--We had a delightful visit.Thompson took us up into\nhis den and showed us curios from all over the world and as many\npictures as we would find in an art gallery.The bedroom is east of the garden._Friday_.--Last evening Uncle Edward took a party of us, including Abbie\nClark, to Wallack's Theater to see \"Rosedale,\" which is having a great\nrun.I enjoyed it and told James it was the best play I ever \"heard.\"He\nsaid I must not say that I \"heard\" a play.I told James that I heard of a young girl who went abroad and on her\nreturn some one asked her if she saw King Lear and she said, no, he was\nsick all the time she was there!I just loved the play last night and\nlaughed and cried in turn, it seemed so real.I don't know what\nGrandmother will say, but I wrote her about it and said, \"When you are\nwith the Romans, you must do as the Romans do.\"I presume she will say\n\"that is not the way you were brought up.\"_December_ 7.--The 4th New York Heavy Artillery has orders to move to\nFort Ethan Allen, near Washington, and I have orders to return to\nCanandaigua.I have enjoyed the five weeks very much and as \"the\nsoldier\" was on parole most of the time I have seen much of interest in\nthe city.Uncle Edward says that he has lived here forty years but has\nnever visited some of the places that we have seen, so he told me when I\nmentioned climbing to the top of Trinity steeple.Canandaigua, _December_ 8.--Home again.I had military attendance as far\nas Paterson, N. J., and came the rest of the way with strangers.Not\ncaring to talk I liked it just as well.When I said good bye I could not\nhelp wondering whether it was for years, or forever.This cruel war is\nterrible and precious lives are being sacrificed and hearts broken every\nday._Christmas Eve,_ 1863.--Sarah Gibson Howell was married to Major Foster\nthis evening.It was a\nbeautiful wedding and we all enjoyed it.Some time ago I asked her to\nwrite in my album and she sewed a lock of her black curling hair on the\npage and in the center of it wrote, \"Forget not Gippie.\"_December_ 31.--Our brother John was married in Boston to-day to Laura\nArnold, a lovely girl.1864\n\n_April_ 1.--Grandfather had decided to go to New York to attend the fair\ngiven by the Sanitary Commission, and he is taking two immense books,\nwhich are more than one hundred years old, to present to the Commission,\nfor the benefit of the war fund._April_ 18.--Grandfather returned home to-day, unexpectedly to us", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "I\nknew he was sick when I met him at the door.He had traveled all night\nalone from New York, although he said that a stranger, a fellow\npassenger, from Ann Arbor, Mich., on the train noticed that he was\nsuffering and was very kind to him.He said he fell in his room at\nGramercy Park Hotel in the night, and his knee was very painful.Cheney and he said the hurt was a serious one and needed\nmost careful attention.I was invited to a spelling school at Abbie\nClark's in the evening and Grandmother said that she and Anna would take\ncare of Grandfather till I got back, and then I could sit up by him the\nrest of the night.We spelled down and had quite a merry time.Major C.\nS. Aldrich had escaped from prison and was there.He came home with me,\nas my soldier is down in Virginia._April_ 19.--Grandfather is much worse.Lightfoote has come to\nstay with us all the time and we have sent for Aunt Glorianna._April_ 20.--Grandfather dictated a letter to-night to a friend of his\nin New York.After I had finished he asked me if I had mended his\ngloves.I said no, but I would have them ready when he wanted them.he looks so sick I fear he will never wear his gloves\nagain._May_ 16.--I have not written in my diary for a month and it has been\nthe saddest month of my life.The bedroom is west of the hallway.He was\nburied May 2, just two weeks from the day that he returned from New\nYork.We did everything for him that could be done, but at the end of\nthe first week the doctors saw that he was beyond all human aid.Uncle\nThomas told the doctors that they must tell him.He was much surprised\nbut received the verdict calmly.He said \"he had no notes out and\nperhaps it was the best time to go.\"He had taught us how to live and he\nseemed determined to show us how a Christian should die.He said he\nwanted \"Grandmother and the children to come to him and have all the\nrest remain outside.\"When we came into the room he said to Grandmother,\n\"Do you know what the doctors say?\"She bowed her head, and then he\nmotioned for her to come on one side and Anna and me on the other and\nkneel by his bedside.He placed a hand upon us and upon her and said to\nher, \"All the rest seem very much excited, but you and I must be\ncomposed.\"Then he asked us to say the 23d Psalm, \"The Lord is my\nShepherd,\" and then all of us said the Lord's Prayer together after\nGrandmother had offered a little prayer for grace and strength in this\ntrying hour.Then he said, \"Grandmother, you must take care of the\ngirls, and, girls, you must take care of Grandmother.\"We felt as though\nour hearts would break and were sure we never could be happy again.During the next few days he often spoke of dying and of what we must do\nwhen he was gone.The hallway is west of the bathroom.", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Once when I was sitting by him he looked up and smiled\nand said, \"You will lose all your roses watching over me.\"A good many\nbusiness men came in to see him to receive his parting blessing.The two\nMcKechnie brothers, Alexander and James, came in together on their way\nhome from church the Sunday before he died.He lived until Saturday, the 30th, and in the morning he said, \"Open the\ndoor wide.\"We did so and he said, \"Let the King of Glory enter in.\"Very soon after he said, \"I am going home to Paradise,\" and then sank\ninto that sleep which on this earth knows no waking.I sat by the window\nnear his bed and watched the rain beat into the grass and saw the\npeonies and crocuses and daffodils beginning to come up out of the\nground and I thought to myself, I shall never see the flowers come up\nagain without thinking of these sad, sad days.He was buried Monday\nafternoon, May 2, from the Congregational church, and Dr.The Bumble-bees did not seem to harm or sting them, hence\nit would seem to have been persuasion rather than force that produced\nthis instance of self-denial.But it was systematic robbery, and was\npersisted in until the Wasps were attracted by the same cause, when\nthe Bumble-bees entirely forsook the nest.Birds, notwithstanding their attractiveness in plumage and sweetness\nin song, are many of them great thieves.They are neither fair nor\ngenerous towards each other.When nest-building they will steal the\nfeathers out of the nests of other birds, and frequently drive off\nother birds from a feeding ground even when there is abundance.This\nis especially true of the Robin, who will peck and run after and drive\naway birds much larger than himself.In this respect the Robin and\nSparrow resemble each other.Both will drive away a Blackbird and carry\naway the worm it has made great efforts to extract from the soil.The bathroom is east of the garden.Readers of Frank Buckland's delightful books will remember his pet Rat,\nwhich not infrequently terrified his visitors at breakfast.The bedroom is east of the bathroom.He had made\na house for the pet just by the side of the mantel-piece, and this was\napproached by a kind of ladder, up which the Rat had to climb when he\nhad ventured down to the floor.Some kinds of fish the Rat particularly\nliked, and was sure to come out if the savor was strong.Buckland turned his back to give the Rat a chance of seizing the\ncoveted morsel, which he was not long in doing and in running up the\nladder with it; but he had fixed it by the middle of the back, and\nthe door of the entrance was too narrow to admit of its being drawn in\nthus.In a moment he bethought\nhimself, laid the fish on the small platform before the door, and then\nentering his house he put out his mouth, took the fish by the nose and\nthus pulled it in and made a meal of it.One of the most remarkable instances of carrying on a career of theft\ncame under our own observation, says a writer in", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "A friend in northeast Essex had a very fine Aberdeenshire Terrier, a\nfemale, and a very affectionate relationship sprang up between this\nDog and a Tom cat.The Cat followed the Dog with the utmost fondness,\npurring and running against it, and would come and call at the door\nfor the Dog to come out.Attention was first drawn to the pair by this\ncircumstance.One evening we were visiting our friend and heard the Cat\nabout the door calling, and some one said to our friend that the cat\nwas noisy.\"He wants little Dell,\" said he--that being the Dog's name;\nwe looked incredulous.\"Well, you shall see,\" said he, and opening\nthe door he let the Terrier out.At once the Cat bounded toward her,\nfawned round her, and then, followed by the Dog, ran about the lawn.Some kittens were brought to the house, and the\nTerrier got much attached to them and they to her.The Tom cat became\nneglected, and soon appeared to feel it.By and by, to the surprise\nof every one, the Tom somehow managed to get, and to establish in the\nhedge of the garden, two kittens, fiery, spitting little things, and\ncarried on no end of depredation on their account.Chickens went; the\nfur and remains of little Rabbits were often found round the nest, and\npieces of meat disappeared from kitchen and larder.This went on for\nsome time, when suddenly the Cat disappeared--had been shot in a wood\nnear by, by a game-keeper, when hunting to provide for these wild\nkittens, which were allowed to live in the hedge, as they kept down the\nMice in the garden.This may be said to be a case of animal thieving\nfor a loftier purpose than generally obtains, mere demand for food and\nother necessity.That nature goes her own way is illustrated by these anecdotes of birds\nand animals, and by many others even more strange and convincing.The struggle for existence, like the brook, goes on forever, and the\nsurvival, if not of the fittest, at least of the strongest, must\ncontinue to be the rule of life, so long as the economical problems of\nexistence remain unsolved.The bedroom is east of the kitchen.\"Manna,\" to some\nextent, will always be provided by generous humanitarianism.Occasionally a disinterested, self-abnegating\nsoul like that of John Woolman will appear among us--doing good from\nlove; and, it may be, men like Jonathan Chapman--Johnny Appleseed, he\nwas called from his habit of planting apple seeds whereever he went,\nas he distributed tracts among the frontier settlers in the early days\nof western history.The hallway is east of the bedroom.His heart was\nright, though his judgment was little better than that of many modern\nsentimentalists who cannot apparently distinguish the innocuous from\nthe venemous.It does seem that birds and animals are warranted in committing every\nact of vandalism that they are accused of.They are unquestionably\nentitled by every natural right to everything of which they take\npossession.The farmer has no moral right to deny them a share in", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "C. M.\n\n\n\n\nTHE PETRIFIED FERN.The bedroom is north of the office.In a valley, centuries ago,\n      Grew a little fernleaf, green and slender,\n      Veining delicate and fibres tender,\n      Waving when the wind crept down so low;\n      Rushes tall, and moss, and grass grew round it;\n      Playful sunbeams darted in and found it,\n      Drops of dew stole in by night and crowned it;\n    But no foot of man e'er came that way,\n    Earth was young and keeping holiday.Monster fishes swam the silent main--\n      Mountains hurled their snowy avalanches,\n      Giant forests shook their stately branches,\n    Mammoth creatures stalked across the plain;\n    Nature reveled in wild mysteries,\n    But the little fern was not of these,\n    Did not number with the hills and trees,\n      Only grew and waved its sweet wild way--\n      No one came to note it day by day.Earth one day put on a frolic mood,\n      Moved the hills and changed the mighty motion\n      Of the deep, strong currents of the ocean,\n    Heaved the rocks, and shook the haughty wood,\n      Crushed the little fern in soft moist clay,\n      Covered it and hid it safe away.Oh, the long, long centuries since that day!The garden is south of the office.Oh, the agony, Oh, life's bitter cost\n    Since that useless little fern was lost!Only the opening of the buildings which contain the libraries of their\nlearned men, and the reading of their works, could solve the mystery,\nand cause us to know how much they had advanced in the discovery and\nexplanation of Nature's arcana; how much they knew of mankind's past\nhistory, and of the nations with which they held intercourse.Let us\nhope that the day may yet come when the Mexican government will grant to\nme the requisite permission, in order that I may bring forth, from the\nedifices where they are hidden, the precious volumes, without opposition\nfrom the owners of the property where the monuments exist.Until then we\nmust content ourselves with the study of the inscriptions carved on the\nwalls, and becoming acquainted with the history of their builders, and\ncontinue to conjecture what knowledge they possessed in order to be able\nto rear such enduring structures, besides the art of designing the plans\nand ornaments, and the manner of carving them on stone.Let us place ourselves in the position of the archaeologists of thousands\nof years to come, examining the ruins of our great cities, finding still\non foot some of the stronger built palaces and public buildings, with\nsome rare specimens of the arts, sciences, industry of our days, the\nminor edifices having disappeared, gnawed by the steely tooth of time,\ntogether with", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "What\nwould they know of the attainments and the progress in mechanics of our\ndays?Would they be able to form a complete idea of our civilization,\nand of the knowledge of our scientific men, without the help of the\nvolumes contained in our public libraries, and maybe of some one able to\ninterpret them?Well, it seems to me that we stand in exactly the same\nposition concerning the civilization of those who have preceded us five\nor ten thousand years ago on this continent, as these future\narchaeologists may stand regarding our civilization five or ten thousand\nyears hence.It is a fact, recorded by all historians of the Conquest, that when for\nthe first time in 1517 the Spaniards came in sight of the lands called\nby them Yucatan, they were surprised to see on the coast many monuments\nwell built of stone; and to find the country strewn with large cities\nand beautiful monuments that recalled to their memory the best of Spain.They were no less astonished to meet in the inhabitants, not naked\nsavages, but a civilized people, possessed of polite and pleasant\nmanners, dressed in white cotton habiliments, navigating large boats\npropelled by sails, traveling on well constructed roads and causeways\nthat, in point of beauty and solidity, could compare advantageously with\nsimilar Roman structures in Spain, Italy, England or France.I will not describe here the majestic monuments raised by the Mayas.The bathroom is south of the kitchen.Le Plongeon, in her letters to the _New York World_, has given of\nthose of UXMAL, AKE and MAYAPAN, the only correct description ever\npublished.My object at present is to relate some of the curious facts\nrevealed to us by their weather-beaten and crumbling walls, and show how\nerroneous is the opinion of some European scientists, who think it not\nworth while to give a moment of their precious time to the study of\nAmerican archaeology, because say they: _No relations have ever been\nfound to have existed between the monuments and civilizations of the\ninhabitants of this continent and those of the old world_.On what\nground they hazard such an opinion it is difficult to surmise, since to\nmy knowledge the ancient ruined cities of Yucatan, until lately, have\nnever been thoroughly, much less scientifically, explored.The same is\ntrue of the other monumental ruins of the whole of Central America.Le Plongeon and myself landed at Progresso, in 1873, we\nthought that because we had read the works of Stephens, Waldeck,\nNorman, Fredeichstal; carefully examined the few photographic views made\nby Mr.Charnay of some of the monuments, we knew all about them.The office is south of the bathroom.When in presence of the antique shrines and palaces of\nthe Mayas, we soon saw how mistaken we had been; how little those\nwriters had seen of the monuments they had pretended to describe: that\nthe work of studying them systematically was not even begun; and that\nmany years of close observation and patient labor would be necessary in\norder to dispel the mysteries which hang over them, and to discover the\nhidden meaning of their ornaments and inscriptions.To this difficult\ntask we resolved to dedicate our time", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "We began our work by taking photographs of all the monuments in their\n_tout ensemble_, and in all their details, as much as practicable.Next,\nwe surveyed them carefully; made accurate plans of them in order to be\nable to comprehend by the disposition of their different parts, for what\npossible use they were erected; taking, as a starting point, that the\nhuman mind and human inclinations and wants are the same in all times,\nin all countries, in all races when civilized and cultured.We next\ncarefully examined what connection the ornaments bore to each other, and\ntried to understand the meaning of the designs.At first the maze of\nthese designs seemed a very difficult riddle to solve.Yet, we believed\nthat if a human intelligence had devised it, another human intelligence\nwould certainly be able to unravel it.The bathroom is east of the office.It was not, however, until we had\nnearly completed the tracing and study of the mural paintings, still\nextant in the funeral chamber of Chaacmol, or room built on the top of\nthe eastern wall of the gymnasium at Chichen-Itza, at its southern end,\nthat Stephens mistook for a shrine dedicated to the god of the players\nat ball, that a glimmer of light began to dawn upon us.In tracing the\nfigure of Chaacmol in battle, I remarked that the shield worn by him\nhad painted on it round green spots, and was exactly like the ornaments\nplaced between tiger and tiger on the entablature of the same monument.I naturally concluded that the monument had been raised to the memory of\nthe warrior bearing the shield; that the tigers represented his totem,\nand that _Chaacmol_ or _Balam_ maya[TN-2] words for spotted tiger or\nleopard, was his name.The kitchen is east of the bathroom.I then remembered that at about one hundred yards\nin the thicket from the edifice, in an easterly direction, a few days\nbefore, I had noticed the ruins of a remarkable mound of rather small\ndimensions.\"Now,\" said he, \"you have the\ncomfort to know that your kinsman, young Captain Popinjay, will be\ncarefully looked after and civilly used; and the rest of the money I\nreturn to you.\"\"Only you know,\" said Bothwell, still playing with the purse, \"that every\nlandholder is answerable for the conformity and loyalty of his household,\nand that these fellows of mine are not obliged to be silent on the\nsubject of the fine sermon we have had from that old puritan in the\ntartan plaid there; and I presume you are aware that the consequences of\ndelation will be a heavy fine before the council.\"exclaimed the terrified miser, \"I am\nsure there is no person in my house, to my knowledge, would give cause of\noffence.\"\"Nay,\" answered Bothwell, \"you shall hear her give her testimony, as she\ncalls it, herself.--You fellow,\" (to Cuddie,) \"stand back, and let your\nmother speak her mind.I see she's primed and loaded again since her\nfirst discharge.\"noble sir,\" said Cuddie, \"an a", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Neither my father nor me ever minded\nmuckle what our mither said.\"\"Hold your peace, my lad, while you are well,\" said Bothwell; \"I promise\nyou I think you are slyer than you would like to be supposed.--Come, good\ndame, you see your master will not believe that you can give us so bright\na testimony.\"Mause's zeal did not require this spur to set her again on full career.The office is north of the hallway.\"Woe to the compliers and carnal self-seekers,\" she said, \"that daub over\nand drown their consciences by complying with wicked exactions, and\ngiving mammon of unrighteousness to the sons of Belial, that it may make\ntheir peace with them!It is a sinful compliance, a base confederacy with\nthe Enemy.It is the evil that Menahem did in the sight of the Lord, when\nhe gave a thousand talents to Pul, King of Assyria, that his hand might\nbe with him; Second Kings, feifteen chapter, nineteen verse.It is the\nevil deed of Ahab, when he sent money to Tiglath-Peleser; see the saame\nSecond Kings, saxteen and aught.And if it was accounted a backsliding\neven in godly Hezekiah, that he complied with Sennacherib, giving him\nmoney, and offering to bear that which was put upon him, (see the saame\nSecond Kings, aughteen chapter, fourteen and feifteen verses,) even so it\nis with them that in this contumacious and backsliding generation pays\nlocalities and fees, and cess and fines, to greedy and unrighteous\npublicans, and extortions and stipends to hireling curates, (dumb dogs\nwhich bark not, sleeping, lying down, loving to slumber,) and gives gifts\nto be helps and hires to our oppressors and destroyers.They are all like\nthe casters of a lot with them--like the preparing of a table for the\ntroop, and the furnishing a drink-offering to the number.\"\"There's a fine sound of doctrine for you, Mr Morton!said Bothwell; \"or how do you think the Council will like it?I think we\ncan carry the greatest part of it in our heads without a kylevine pen and\na pair of tablets, such as you bring to conventicles.She denies paying\ncess, I think, Andrews?\"\"Yes, by G--,\" said Andrews; \"and she swore it was a sin to give a\ntrooper a pot of ale, or ask him to sit down to a table.\"\"You hear,\" said Bothwell, addressing Milnwood; \"but it's your own\naffair;\" and he proffered back the purse with its diminished contents,\nwith an air of indifference.Milnwood, whose head seemed stunned by the accumulation of his\nmisfortunes, extended his hand mechanically to take the purse.said his housekeeper, in a whisper; \"tell them to keep\nit;--they will keep it either by fair means or foul, and it's our only\nchance to make them quiet.\"The kitchen is south of the hallway.\"I canna", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"I canna part wi' the siller I hae counted sae often ower,\nto thae blackguards.\"\"Then I maun do it mysell, Milnwood,\" said the housekeeper, \"or see a'\ngang wrang thegither.--My master, sir,\" she said, addressing Bothwell,\n\"canna think o' taking back ony thing at the hand of an honourable\ngentleman like you; he implores ye to pit up the siller, and be as kind\nto his nephew as ye can, and be favourable in reporting our dispositions\nto government, and let us tak nae wrang for the daft speeches of an auld\njaud,\" (here she turned fiercely upon Mause, to indulge herself for the\neffort which it cost her to assume a mild demeanour to the soldiers,) \"a\ndaft auld whig randy, that ne'er was in the house (foul fa' her) till\nyesterday afternoon, and that sall ne'er cross the door-stane again an\nanes I had her out o't.\"\"Ay, ay,\" whispered Cuddie to his parent, \"e'en sae!I kend we wad be put\nto our travels again whene'er ye suld get three words spoken to an end.I\nwas sure that wad be the upshot o't, mither.\"\"Whisht, my bairn,\" said she, \"and dinna murmur at the cross--cross their\ndoor-stane!weel I wot I'll ne'er cross their door-stane.There's nae\nmark on their threshold for a signal that the destroying angel should\npass by.The bedroom is north of the garden.They'll get a back-cast o' his hand yet, that think sae muckle\no' the creature and sae little o' the Creator--sae muckle o' warld's gear\nand sae little o' a broken covenant--sae muckle about thae wheen pieces\no' yellow muck, and sae little about the pure gold o' the Scripture--sae\nmuckle about their ain friend and kinsman, and sae little about the\nelect, that are tried wi' hornings, harassings, huntings, searchings,\nchasings, catchings, imprisonments, torturings, banishments, headings,\nhangings, dismemberings, and quarterings quick, forby the hundreds forced\nfrom their ain habitations to the deserts, mountains, muirs, mosses,\nmoss-flows, and peat-hags, there to hear the word like bread eaten in\nsecret.\"\"She's at the Covenant now, sergeant, shall we not have her away?\"The office is south of the garden.said Bothwell, aside to him; \"cannot you see she's better\nwhere she is, so long as there is a respectable, sponsible, money-broking\nheritor, like Mr Morton of Milnwood, who has the means of atoning her\ntrespasses?Let the old mother fly to raise another brood, she's too\ntough to be made any thing of herself", "question": "What is south of the garden?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Tommie G--was a pretty, fair-skinned, blue-eyed boy, some sixteen\nsummers old.He was one of a class only too common in the service;\nhaving become enamoured of the sea, he had run away from his home and\njoined the service; and, poor little man!he found out, when too late,\nthat the stern realities of a sailor's life did not at all accord with\nthe golden notions he had formed of it.Being fond of stowing himself\naway in corners with a book, instead of keeping his watch, Tommie very\noften got into disgrace, spent much of his time at the mast-head, and\nhad many unpleasant palmar rencounters with the corporal's cane.One\nday, his watch being over, he had retired to a corner with his little\n\"ditty-box.\"Nobody ever knew one-half of the beloved nicknacks and valued nothings\nhe kept in that wee box: it was in fact his private cabin, his sanctum\nsanctorum, to which he could retreat when anything vexed him; a sort of\nportable home, in which he could forget the toils of his weary watch,\nthe giddy mast-head, or even the corporal's cane.He had extracted, and\nwas dreamily gazing on, the portrait of a very young lady, when the\ncorporal came up and rudely seized it, and made a very rough and\ninelegant remark concerning the fair virgin.\"That is my sister,\" cried Tommie, with tears in his eyes.The bedroom is east of the hallway.sneered the corporal; \"she is a--\" and he added a word\nthat cannot be named.There was the spirit of young England, however,\nin Tommie's breast; and the word had scarcely crossed the corporal's\nlips, when those lips, and his nose too, were dyed in the blood the\nboy's fist had drawn.For that blow poor Tommie was condemned to\nreceive four dozen lashes.And the execution of the sentence was\ncarried out with all the pomp and show usual on such occasions.Arrayed\nin cooked-hats, epaulets, and swords, we all assembled to witness that\nhelpless child in his agony.One would have thought that even the rough\nbo'swain's mate would have hesitated to disfigure skin so white and\ntender, or that the frightened and imploring glance Tommie cast upward\non the first descending lash would have unnerved his arm.No,\nreader; pity there doubtless was among us, but mercy--none.And the poor boy writhed in his agony; his screams and\ncries were heartrending; and, God forgive us!The bedroom is west of the office.we knew not till then he\nwas an orphan, till we heard him beseech his mother in heaven to look\ndown on her son, to pity and support him.well, perhaps she did,\nfor scarcely had the third dozen commenced when Tommie's cries were\nhushed, his head drooped on his shoulder like a little dead bird's, and\nfor a while his sufferings were at an end.I gladly took the\nopportunity to report further", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "I will not shock the nerves and feelings of the reader by any further\nrelation of the horrors of flogging, merely adding, that I consider\ncorporal punishment, as applied to men, _cowardly, cruel_, and debasing\nto human nature; and as applied to boys, _brutal_, and sometimes even\n_fiendish_.There is only one question I wish to ask of every\ntrue-hearted English lady who may read these lines--Be you sister, wife,\nor mother, could you in your heart have respected the commander who,\nwith folded arms and grim smile, replied to poor Tommie's frantic\nappeals for mercy, \"Continue the punishment\"?The pay of medical officers is by no means high enough to entice young\ndoctors, who can do anything like well on shore, to enter the service.Ten shillings a day, with an increase of half-a-crown after five years'\nservice on full pay, is not a great temptation certainly.To be sure\nthe expenses of living are small, two shillings a day being all that is\npaid for messing; this of course not including the wine-bill, the size\nof which will depend on the \"drouthiness\" of the officer who contracts\nit.Government provides all mess-traps, except silver forks and spoons.Then there is uniform to keep up, and shore-going clothes to be paid\nfor, and occasionally a shilling or two for boat-hire.However, with a\nmoderate wine-bill, the assistant-surgeon may save about four shillings\nor more a day.The garden is north of the kitchen.Promotion to the rank of surgeon, unless to some fortunate individuals,\ncomes but slowly; it may, however, be reckoned on after from eight to\nten years.A few gentlemen out of each \"batch\" who \"pass\" into the\nservice, and who have distinguished themselves at the examination, are\npromoted sooner.The office is south of the kitchen.It seems to be the policy of the present Director-General to deal as\nfairly as possible with every assistant-surgeon, after a certain\nroutine.On first joining he is sent for a short spell--too short,\nindeed--to a hospital.He is then appointed to a sea-going ship for a\ncommission--say three years--on a foreign station.On coming home he is\ngranted a few months' leave on full pay, and is afterwards appointed to\na harbour-ship for about six months.By the end of this time he is\nsupposed to have fairly recruited from the fatigues of his commission\nabroad; he is accordingly sent out again to some other foreign station\nfor three or four years.On again returning to his native land, he\nmight be justified in hoping for a pet appointment, say to a hospital,\nthe marines, a harbour-ship, or, failing these, to the Channel fleet.On being promoted he is sent off abroad again, and so on; and thus he\nspends his useful life, and serves his Queen and country, and earns his\npay, and generally spends that likewise.Pensions are granted to the widows of assistant-surgeons--from forty to\nseventy pounds a year, according", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "But\nI fear I must give, to assistant-surgeons about to many, Punch's advice,\nand say most emphatically, \"Don't;\" unless, indeed, the dear creature\nhas money, and is able to purchase a practice for her darling doctor.With a little increase of pay ungrudgingly given, shorter commissions\nabroad, and less of the \"bite and buffet\" about favours granted, the\nnavy would be a very good service for the medical officer.However, as it is, to a man who has neither wife nor riches, it is, I\ndare say, as good a way of spending life as any other; and I do think\nthat there are but few old surgeons who, on looking back to the life\nthey have led in the navy, would not say of that service,--\"With all thy\nfaults I love thee still.\"Then two gentlemen went to Washington, and the next\nthing that happened was Brigadier General Lyon, Commander of the\nDepartment of the West.The office is north of the bedroom.Would General Lyon confer with the Governor of Missouri?Yes, the\nGeneral would give the Governor a safe-conduct into St.Louis, but\nhis Excellency must come to the General.His Excellency came, and the\nGeneral deigned to go with the Union leader to the Planters House.Conference, five hours; result, a safe-conduct for the Governor back.The kitchen is south of the bedroom.And this is how General Lyon ended the talk.His words, generously\npreserved by a Confederate colonel who accompanied his Excellency,\ndeserve to be writ in gold on the National Annals.\"Rather than concede to the state of Missouri the right to demand that\nmy Government shall not enlist troops within her limits, or bring troops\ninto the state whenever it pleases; or move its troops at its own will\ninto, out of, or through, the state; rather than concede to the state of\nMissouri for one single instant the right to dictate to my Government in\nany matter, however unimportant, I would\" (rising and pointing in turn\nto every one in the room) \"see you, and you, and you, and you, and every\nman, woman, and child in this state, dead and buried.\"Then, turning\nto the Governor, he continued, \"This means war.In an hour one of my\nofficers will call for you and conduct you out of my lines.\"And thus, without another word, without an inclination of the head, he\nturned upon his heel and strode out of the room, rattling his spurs and\nclanking his sabre.In less than two months that indomitable leader was\nlying dead beside Wilson's Creek, among the oaks on Bloody Hill.What he\nwould have been to this Union, had God spared him, we shall never know.He saved Missouri, and won respect and love from the brave men who\nfought against him.What prayers rose to heaven,\nand curses sank to hell, when the news of them came to the city by\nthe river!Flags were made by loving fingers, and shirts and bandages.Trembling young ladies of Union sympathies presented colors to regiments\non the Arsenal Green, or at Jefferson Barracks, or at", "question": "What is north of the bedroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "And then the regiments marched through\nthe streets with bands playing that march to which the words of the\nBattle Hymn were set, and those bright ensigns snapping at the front;\nbright now, and new, and crimson.But soon to be stained a darker red,\nand rent into tatters, and finally brought back and talked over and\ncried over, and tenderly laid above an inscription in a glass case, to\nbe revered by generations of Americans to confer What can stir the\nsoul more than the sight of those old flags, standing in ranks like\nthe veterans they are, whose duty has been nobly done?The kitchen is north of the hallway.The blood of the\ncolor-sergeant is there, black now with age.But where are the tears of\nthe sad women who stitched the red and the white and the blue together?The regiments marched through the streets and aboard the boats, and\npushed off before a levee of waving handkerchiefs and nags.Later--much later, black headlines, and grim\nlists three columns long,--three columns of a blanket sheet!\"The City\nof Alton has arrived with the following Union dead and wounded, and\nthe following Confederate wounded (prisoners).\"In a never-ceasing procession they steamed up the river; those calm\nboats which had been wont to carry the white cargoes of Commerce now\nbearing the red cargoes of war.And they bore away to new battlefields\nthousands of fresh-faced boys from Wisconsin and Michigan and Minnesota,\ngathered at Camp Benton.Some came back with their color gone and their\nred cheeks sallow and bearded and sunken.Stephen Brice, with a pain over his heart and a lump in his throat,\nwalked on the pavement beside his old company, but his look avoided\ntheir faces.He wrung Richter's hand on the landing-stage.The good German's eyes were filled as he said good-by.The kitchen is south of the bedroom.\"You will come, too, my friend, when the country needs you,\" he said.\"Now\" (and he shrugged his shoulders), \"now have we many with no cares\nto go.I have not even a father--\" And he turned to Judge Whipple, who\nwas standing by, holding out a bony hand.\"God bless you, Carl,\" said the Judge And Carl could scarce believe his\nears.He got aboard the boat, her decks already blue with troops, and as\nshe backed out with her whistle screaming, the last objects he saw were\nthe gaunt old man and the broad-shouldered young man side by side on the\nedge of the landing.Stephen's chest heaved, and as he walked back to the office with the\nJudge, he could not trust himself to speak.Back to the silent office\nwhere the shelves mocked them.The Judge closed the ground-glass door\nbehind him, and Stephen sat until five o'clock over a book.No, it was\nnot Whittlesey, but Hardee's \"Tactics.\"He shut it with a slam, and went\nto Verandah Hall to drill recruits on a dusty floor,--narrow-chested\ncitizens in suspenders, who knew not the first motion in right about", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "For Stephen was an adjutant in the Home Guards--what was left of\nthem.The bathroom is south of the garden.One we know of regarded the going of the troops and the coming of the\nwounded with an equanimity truly philosophical.When the regiments\npassed Carvel & Company on their way riverward to embark, Mr.Hopper did\nnot often take the trouble to rise from his chair, nor was he ever known\nto go to the door to bid them Godspeed.This was all very well, because\nthey were Union regiments.Hopper did not contribute a horse,\nnor even a saddle-blanket, to the young men who went away secretly in\nthe night, without fathers or mothers or sisters to wave at them.One scorching afternoon in July Colonel Carvel came into the office,\ntoo hurried to remark the pain in honest Ephum's face as he watched his\nmaster.The sure signs of a harassed man were on the Colonel.Since May\nhe had neglected his business affairs for others which he deemed public,\nand which were so mysterious that even Mr.Hopper could not get wind\nof them.These matters had taken the Colonel out of town.But now the\nnecessity of a pass made that awkward, and he went no farther than\nGlencoe, where he spent an occasional Sunday.Hopper rose from\nhis chair when Mr.Carvel entered,--a most unprecedented action.Sitting down at his desk, he drummed upon it\nuneasily.Eliphalet crossed the room quickly, and something that was very near a\nsmile was on his face.Carvel's chair with\na semi-confidential air,--one wholly new, had the Colonel given it a\nthought.\"_\n\n\nImmediately after the cessation of hostilities on the 6th of May in the\nWilderness, Grant determined to move his army to Spotsylvania Court House,\nand to start the wagon trains on the afternoon of the 7th.Grant's object\nwas, by a flank move, to get between Lee and Richmond.Lee foresaw Grant's\npurpose and also moved his cavalry, under Stuart, across the opponent's\npath.As an illustration of the exact science of war we see the two great\nmilitary leaders racing for position at Spotsylvania Court House.It was\nrevealed later that Lee had already made preparations on this field a year\nbefore, in anticipation of its being a possible battle-ground.Apprised of the movement of the Federal trains, Lee, with his usual\nsagacious foresight, surmised their destination.He therefore ordered\nGeneral R. H. Anderson, now in command of Longstreet's corps, to march to\nSpotsylvania Court House at three o'clock on the morning of the 8th.The office is north of the garden.But\nthe smoke and flames from the burning forests that surrounded Anderson's\ncamp in the Wilderness made the position untenable, and the march was\nbegun at eleven o'clock on the night of the 7th.This early start proved\nof inestimable value to the Confederates.Anderson's right, in the\nWilderness, rested opposite Hancock's left, and the Confederates secured a\nmore direct line of march to Spots", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The same night General Ewell at the extreme Confederate\nleft was ordered to follow Anderson at daylight, if he found no large\nforce in his front.This order was followed out, there being no opposing\ntroops, and the corps took the longest route of any of Lee's troops.General Ewell found the march exhausting and distressing on account of the\nintense heat and dust and smoke from the burning forests.The Federal move toward Spotsylvania Court House was begun after dark on\nthe 7th.Warren's corps, in the lead, took the Brock road behind Hancock's\nposition and was followed by Sedgwick, who marched by way of\nChancellorsville.Burnside came next, but he was halted to guard the\ntrains.Hancock, covering the move, did not start the head of his command\nuntil some time after daylight.When Warren reached Todd's Tavern he found\nthe Union cavalry under Merritt in conflict with Fitzhugh Lee's division\nof Stuart's cavalry.Warren sent Robinson's division ahead; it drove\nFitzhugh Lee back, and, advancing rapidly, met the head of Anderson's\ntroops.The leading brigades came to the assistance of the cavalry; Warren\nwas finally repulsed and began entrenching.The Confederates gained\nSpotsylvania Court House.Throughout the day there was continual skirmishing between the troops, as\nthe Northerners attempted to break the line of the Confederates.Every advance of the blue was repulsed.Lee again\nblocked the way of Grant's move.The Federal loss during the day had been\nabout thirteen hundred, while the Confederates lost fewer men than their\nopponents.The work of both was now the construction of entrenchments, which\nconsisted of earthworks sloping to either side, with logs as a parapet,\nand between these works and the opposing army were constructed what are\nknown as abatis, felled trees, with the branches cut off, the sharp ends\nprojecting toward the approaching forces.Lee's entrenchments were of such character as to increase the efficiency\nof his force.They were formed in the shape of a huge V with the apex\nflattened, forming a salient angle against the center of the Federal line.The Confederate lines were facing north, northwest, and northeast, the\ncorps commanded by Anderson on the left, Ewell in the center, and Early on\nthe right, the latter temporarily replacing A. P. Hill, who was ill.The\nFederals confronting them were Burnside on the left, Sedgwick and Warren\nin the center, and Hancock on the right.The day of the 9th was spent in placing the lines of troops, with no\nfighting except skirmishing and some sharp-shooting.The office is east of the garden.While placing some\nfield-pieces, General Sedgwick was hit by a sharpshooter's bullet and\ninstantly killed.The bathroom is west of the garden.He was a man of high character, a most competent\ncommander, of fearless courage, loved and lamented by the army.General\nHoratio G. Wright succeeded to the command of the Sixth Corps.Early on the morning of the 10th, the Confederates discovered that Hancock\nhad crossed the Po River in front of his", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Grant had suspected that Lee was about to move\nnorth toward Fredericksburg, and Hancock had been ordered to make a\nreconnaissance with a view to attacking and turning the Confederate left.But difficulties stood in the way of Hancock's performance, and before he\nhad accomplished much, Meade directed him to send two of his divisions to\nassist Warren in making an attack on the Southern lines.The Second Corps\nstarted to recross the Po.Before all were over Early made a vigorous\nassault on the rear division, which did not escape without heavy loss.In\nthis engagement the corps lost the first gun in its most honorable career,\na misfortune deeply lamented by every man in the corps, since up to this\nmoment it had long been the only one in the entire army which could make\nthe proud claim of never having lost a gun or a color.But the great event of the 10th was the direct assault upon the\nConfederate front.Meade had arranged for Hancock to take charge of this,\nand the appointed hour was five in the afternoon.The kitchen is east of the office.But Warren reported\nearlier that the opportunity was most favorable, and he was ordered to\nstart at once.Wearing his full uniform, the leader of the Fifth Corps\nadvanced at a quarter to four with the greater portion of his troops.The\nprogress of the valiant Northerners was one of the greatest difficulty,\nowing to the dense wood of low cedar-trees through which they had to make\ntheir way.Longstreet's corps behind their entrenchments acknowledged the\nadvance with very heavy artillery and musket fire.But Warren's troops did\nnot falter or pause until some had reached the abatis and others the very\ncrest of the parapet.A few, indeed, were actually killed inside the\nworks.All, however, who survived the terrible ordeal were finally driven\nback with heavy loss.General James C. Rice was mortally wounded.To the left of Warren, General Wright had observed what he believed to be\na vulnerable spot in the Confederate entrenchments.Behind this particular\nplace was stationed Doles' brigade of Georgia regiments, and Colonel Emory\nUpton was ordered to charge Doles with a column of twelve regiments in\nfour lines.The bathroom is west of the office.Ginger's face was red with passion and 'is eyes starting out of his 'ead.\"Eight and six is fifteen,\" ses Bill, and just then he 'eard somebody\ncoming up the stairs.Ginger 'eard it, too, and as Peter Russet came\ninto the room 'e tried all 'e could to attract 'is attention by rolling\n'is 'ead from side to side.\"Why, 'as Ginger gone to bed?\"\"He's all right,\" ses Bill; \"just a bit of a 'eadache.\"Peter stood staring at the bed, and then 'e pulled the clothes off and\nsaw pore Ginger all tied up, and making awful eyes at 'im to undo him.\"I 'ad to do it, Peter,\" ses Bill.\"I wanted some more money to escape\nwith, and 'e wouldn't lend it to me.I 'aven't got as much as I want\nnow.You just came in in the nick of time.", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Another minute and you'd ha'\nmissed me.\"Ah, I wish I could lend you some, Bill,\" ses Peter Russet, turning pale,\n\"but I've 'ad my pocket picked; that's wot I came back for, to get some\nfrom Ginger.\"\"You see 'ow it is, Bill,\" ses Peter, edging back toward the door; \"three\nmen laid 'old of me and took every farthing I'd got.\"The office is south of the garden.\"Well, I can't rob you, then,\" ses Bill, catching 'old of 'im.\"Whoever's money this is,\" he ses, pulling a handful out o' Peter's\npocket, \"it can't be yours.Now, if you make another sound I'll knock\nyour 'ead off afore I tie you up.\"\"Don't tie me up, Bill,\" ses Peter, struggling.\"I can't trust you,\" ses Bill, dragging 'im over to the washstand and\ntaking up the other towel; \"turn round.\"Peter was a much easier job than Ginger Dick, and arter Bill 'ad done 'im\n'e put 'im in alongside o' Ginger and covered 'em up, arter first tying\nboth the gags round with some string to prevent 'em slipping.\"Mind, I've only borrowed it,\" he ses, standing by the side o' the bed;\n\"but I must say, mates, I'm disappointed in both of you.If either of\nyou 'ad 'ad the misfortune wot I've 'ad, I'd have sold the clothes off my\nback to 'elp you.And I wouldn't 'ave waited to be asked neither.\"He stood there for a minute very sorrowful, and then 'e patted both their\n'eads and went downstairs.Ginger and Peter lay listening for a bit, and\nthen they turned their pore bound-up faces to each other and tried to\ntalk with their eyes.Then Ginger began to wriggle and try and twist the cords off, but 'e\nmight as well 'ave tried to wriggle out of 'is skin.The worst of it was\nthey couldn't make known their intentions to each other, and when Peter\nRusset leaned over 'im and tried to work 'is gag off by rubbing it up\nagin 'is nose, Ginger pretty near went crazy with temper.The bedroom is north of the garden.He banged\nPeter with his 'ead, and Peter banged back, and they kept it up till\nthey'd both got splitting 'eadaches, and at last they gave up in despair\nand lay in the darkness waiting for Sam.And all this time Sam was sitting in the Red Lion, waiting for them.He\nsat there quite patient till twelve o'clock and then walked slowly 'ome,\nwondering wot 'ad happened and whether Bill had gone.Ginger was the fust to 'ear 'is foot on the stairs, and as he came into\nthe room, in the darkness, him an' Peter Russet started shaking their bed\nin a way that scared old Sam nearly to death.He thought it was Bill\ncarrying on agin, and 'e was out o' that door and 'arf-way downstairs\nafore he stopped", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "He stood there trembling for about ten\nminutes, and then, as nothing 'appened, he walked slowly upstairs agin on\ntiptoe, and as soon as they heard the door creak Peter and Ginger made\nthat bed do everything but speak.ses old Sam, in a shaky voice, and standing ready\nto dash downstairs agin.There was no answer except for the bed, and Sam didn't know whether Bill\nwas dying or whether 'e 'ad got delirium trimmings.All 'e did know was\nthat 'e wasn't going to sleep in that room.He shut the door gently and\nwent downstairs agin, feeling in 'is pocket for a match, and, not finding\none, 'e picked out the softest stair 'e could find and, leaning his 'ead\nagin the banisters, went to sleep.[Illustration: \"Picked out the softest stair 'e could find.\"]It was about six o'clock when 'e woke up, and broad daylight.He was\nstiff and sore all over, and feeling braver in the light 'e stepped\nsoftly upstairs and opened the door.Peter and Ginger was waiting for\n'im, and as he peeped in 'e saw two things sitting up in bed with their\n'air standing up all over like mops and their faces tied up with\nbandages.The bedroom is north of the hallway.He was that startled 'e nearly screamed, and then 'e stepped\ninto the room and stared at 'em as if he couldn't believe 'is eyes.\"Wot d'ye mean by making sights of\nyourselves like that?'Ave you took leave of your senses?\"Ginger and Peter shook their 'eads and rolled their eyes, and then Sam\nsee wot was the matter with 'em.Fust thing 'e did was to pull out 'is\nknife and cut Ginger's gag off, and the fust thing Ginger did was to call\n'im every name 'e could lay his tongue to.\"You wait a moment,\" he screams, 'arf crying with rage.\"You wait till I\nget my 'ands loose and I'll pull you to pieces.The idea o' leaving us\nlike this all night, you old crocodile.He cut off Peter Russet's gag, and Peter Russet\ncalled 'im 'arf a score o' names without taking breath.The office is south of the hallway.\"And when Ginger's finished I'll 'ave a go at you,\" he ses.\"Oh, you wait till I get my 'ands on\nyou.\"Sam didn't answer 'em; he shut up 'is knife with a click and then 'e sat\nat the foot o' the bed on Ginger's feet and looked at 'em.It wasn't the\nfust time they'd been rude to 'im, but as a rule he'd 'ad to put up with\nit.He sat and listened while Ginger swore 'imself faint.\"That'll do,\" he ses, at last; \"another word and I shall put the\nbedclothes over your 'ead.Afore I do anything more I want to know wot\nit's all about.\"Peter told 'im, arter fust calling 'im some more names, because Ginger", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "He sat there talking as though 'e enjoyed the sound of 'is\nown voice, and he told Peter and Ginger all their faults and said wot\nsorrow it caused their friends.The bathroom is west of the office.Twice he 'ad to throw the bedclothes\nover their 'eads because o' the noise they was making.[Illustration: \"Old Sam said 'ow surprised he was at them for letting\nBill do it.\"]\"_Are you going--to undo--us?_\"  ses Ginger, at last.\"No, Ginger,\" ses old Sam; \"in justice to myself I couldn't do it.Arter\nwot you've said--and arter wot I've said--my life wouldn't be safe.Besides which, you'd want to go shares in my money.\"There, in the bright November sunlight, a\nsight met his eyes which turned him sick and dizzy.Against the walls and pillars of the building, already grimy with\nsoot, crouched a score of miserable human beings waiting to be sold at\nauction.Lynch's slave pen had been disgorged that morning.Old and\nyoung, husband and wife,--the moment was come for all and each.How\nhard the stones and what more pitiless than the gaze of their\nfellow-creatures in the crowd below!O friends, we who live in peace and\nplenty amongst our families, how little do we realize the terror and\nthe misery and the dumb heart-aches of those days!Stephen thought with\nagony of seeing his own mother sold before his eyes, and the building in\nfront of him was lifted from its foundation and rocked even as shall the\ntemples on the judgment day.The oily auctioneer was inviting the people to pinch the wares.Men came\nforward to feel the creatures and look into their mouths, and one brute,\nunshaven and with filthy linen, snatched a child from its mother's\nlap Stephen shuddered with the sharpest pain he had ever known.An\nocean-wide tempest arose in his breast, Samson's strength to break\nthe pillars of the temple to slay these men with his bare hands.Seven\ngenerations of stern life and thought had their focus here in him,--from\nOliver Cromwell to John Brown.Stephen was far from prepared for the storm that raged within him.He had not been brought up an Abolitionist--far from it.Nor had his\nfather's friends--who were deemed at that time the best people in\nBoston--been Abolitionists.Only three years before, when Boston had\nbeen aflame over the delivery of the fugitive Anthony Burns, Stephen\nhad gone out of curiosity to the meeting at Faneuil Hall.How well he\nremembered his father's indignation when he confessed it, and in his\nanger Mr.Brice had called Phillips and Parker \"agitators.\"But his\nfather, nor his father's friends in Boston had never been brought face\nto face with this hideous traffic.Was that the sing-song voice of the auctioneer He was selling the\ncattle.High and low, caressing an menacing, he teased and exhorted them\nto buy.The were bidding, yes, for the possessionThe hallway is east of the office.", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "And between the eager shouts came a\nmoan of sheer despair.He was tearing\ntwo of then: from a last embrace.Three--four were sold while Stephen was in a dream\n\nThen came a lull, a hitch, and the crowd began to chatter gayly.But the\nmisery in front of him held Stephen in a spell.A white-haired patriarch, with eyes raised to the sky;\na flat-breasted woman whose child was gone, whose weakness made her\nvalueless.Then two girls were pushed forth, one a quadroon of great\nbeauty, to be fingered.Stephen turned his face away,--to behold Mr.Eliphalet Hopper looking calmly on.Brice, this is an interesting show now, ain't it?I generally stop here to take a look when I'm passing.\"And\nhe spat tobacco juice on the coping.said he, \"you get used to it.When I came here, I was a\nsort of an Abolitionist.But after you've lived here awhile you get to\nknow that <DW65>s ain't fit for freedom.\"\"Likely gal, that beauty,\" Eliphalet continued unrepressed.The office is north of the kitchen.\"There's a\nwell-known New Orleans dealer named Jenkins after her.I callate she'll\ngo down river.\"\"I reckon you're right, Mistah,\" a man with a matted beard chimed in,\nand added with a wink: \"She'll find it pleasant enough--fer a while.Some of those other <DW65>s will go too, and they'd rather go to hell.They do treat 'em nefarious down thah on the wholesale plantations.But seven\nyears in a cotton swamp,--seven years it takes, that's all, Mistah.\"He felt that to stay near the man was to be\ntempted to murder.He moved away, and just then the auctioneer yelled,\n\"Attention!\"\"Gentlemen,\" he cried, \"I have heah two sisters, the prope'ty of the\nlate Mistah Robe't Benbow, of St.Louis, as fine a pair of wenches as\nwas ever offe'd to the public from these heah steps--\"\n\n\"Speak for the handsome gal,\" cried a wag.\"Sell off the cart hoss fust,\" said another.The auctioneer turned to the darker sister:\n\n\"Sal ain't much on looks, gentlemen,\" he said, \"but she's the best\n<DW65> for work Mistah Benbow had.\"He seized her arm and squeezed it,\nwhile the girl flinched and drew back.\"She's solid, gentlemen, and\nsound as a dollar, and she kin sew and cook.Much to the auctioneer's disgust, Sal was bought in for four hundred\ndollars, the interest in the beautiful sister having made the crowd\nimpatient.The office is south of the garden.Stephen, sick at heart, turned to leave.Halfway to the\ncorner he met a little elderly man who was the color of a dried gourd.And just as Stephen passed him, this man was overtaken by an old\nnegress, with tears streaming down her face, who seized the threadbare", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\"Well, Nancy,\" said the little man, \"we had marvellous luck.I was able\nto buy your daughter for you with less than the amount of your savings.\"\"T'ank you, Mistah Cantah,\" wailed the poor woman, \"t'ank you, suh.Praised be de name ob de Lawd.Oh, Mistah Cantah\"\n(the agony in that cry), \"is you gwineter stan' heah an' see her sister\nHester sol' to--to--oh, ma little Chile!De little Chile dat I nussed,\ndat I raised up in God's 'ligion.Mistah Cantah, save her, suh, f'om dat\nwicked life o' sin.De Lawd Jesus'll rewa'd you, suh.Dis ole woman'll\nwuk fo' you twell de flesh drops off'n her fingers, suh.\"And had he not held her, she would have gone down on her knees on the\nstone flagging before him.Her suffering was stamped on the little man's\nface--and it seemed to Stephen that this was but one trial more which\nadversity had brought to Mr.\"Nancy,\" he answered (how often, and to how many, must he have had to\nsay the same thing), \"I haven't the money, Nancy.Would to God that I\nhad, Nancy!\"It was not so\nmerciful as that.It was Stephen who lifted her, and helped her to the\ncoping, where she sat with her bandanna awry.Stephen was not of a descent to do things upon impulse.But the tale\nwas told in after days that one of his first actions in St.The waters stored for ages in the four great lakes, given\nthe opportunity, rush over Niagara Falls into Ontario.\"Take the woman away,\" said Stephen, in a low voice, \"and I will buy the\ngirl,--if I can.\"And I kept him down to that weight a whole year,\nMr.I had him wrapped in blankets and set in a chair with\nholes bored in the seat.Then we lighted a spirit lamp under him.Many\na time I took off ten pounds that way.The office is east of the bedroom.It needs fire to get flesh off a\n<DW65>, sir.\"He didn't notice his guest's amazement.\"Then, sir,\" he continued, \"they introduced these damned trotting races;\ntrotting races are for white trash, Mr.I wish you\ncould have seen Miss Virginia Carvel as he saw her then.The bedroom is east of the bathroom.A tea-tray was in her hand, and her head was tilted\nback, as women are apt to do when they carry a burden.It was so that\nthese Southern families, who were so bitter against Abolitionists and\nYankees, entertained them when they were poor, and nursed them when they\nwere ill.Stephen, for his life, could not utter a word.But Virginia turned to\nhim with perfect self-possession.\"He has been boring you with his horses, Mr.\"Has he\ntold you what a jockey Ned used to be before he weighed one hundred and\na quarter?\"\"Has he given you", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\"Pa, I tell you once more that you will drive every guest from this\nhouse.O that you might have a notion of the way in which Virginia pronounced\nintolerable.Carvel reached for another cigar asked, \"My dear,\" he asked, \"how is\nthe Judge?\"\"My dear,\" said Virginia, smiling, \"he is asleep.Mammy Easter is with\nhim, trying to make out what he is saying.He talks in his sleep, just\nas you do--\"\n\n\"And what is he saying?\"The hallway is north of the bedroom.\"'A house divided against itself,'\" said Miss Carvel, with a sweep of\nher arm, \"'cannot stand.I believe that this Government cannot endure\npermanently, half slave and half free.I do not expect the Union to\ndissolve--I do not expect the house to fall--but I do expect it will\ncease to be divided.'\"No,\" cried the Colonel, and banged his fist down on the table.\"Why,\"\nsaid he, thoughtfully, stroking the white goatee on his chin, \"cuss me\nif that ain't from the speech that country bumpkin, Lincoln, made in\nJune last before the Black Republican convention in Illinois.\"And Stephen was very near it, for\nhe loved the Colonel.That gentleman suddenly checked himself in his\ntirade, and turned to him.\"I beg your pardon, sir,\" he said; \"I reckon that you have the same\npolitical sentiments as the Judge.Believe me, sir, I would not\nwillingly offend a guest.\"\"I am not offended, sir,\" he said.Carvel to bestow a quick glance upon him.\"You will pardon my absence for a while, sir,\" he said.In silence they watched him as he strode off under the trees through\ntall grass, a yellow setter at his heels.The shadows of the walnuts and hickories were growing long, and\na rich country was giving up its scent to the evening air.From a cabin\nbehind the house was wafted the melody of a plantation song.To\nthe young man, after the burnt city, this was paradise.And then he\nremembered his mother as she must be sitting on the tiny porch in\ntown, and sighed.Only two years ago she had been at their own place at\nWestbury.He looked up, and saw the girl watching him.He dared not think that the\nexpression he caught was one of sympathy, for it changed instantly.The bedroom is north of the kitchen.\"I am afraid you are the silent kind, Mr.Brice,\" said she; \"I believe\nit is a Yankee trait.\"\"I have known a great many who were not,\" said he, \"When they are\ngarrulous, they are very much so.\"\"I should prefer a garrulous one,\" said Virginia.\"I should think a Yankee were bad enough, but a noisy Yankee not to be\nput up with,\" he ventured.Virginia did not deign a direct reply to this, save by the corners of\nher mouth.\"I wonder,\" said she, thoughtfully, \"whether it is strength of mind or a\nlack of ideas that makes them silent.\"\"It is mostly prudence,\" said Mr.", "question": "What is north of the bedroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"Prudence is our dominant\ntrait.\"\"You have not always shown it,\" she said, with an innocence which in\nwomen is often charged with meaning.He would have liked\ngreatly to know whether she referred to his hasty purchase of Hester, or\nto his rashness in dancing with her at her party the winter before.\"We have something left to be thankful for,\" he answered.\"We are still\ncapable of action.\"\"On occasions it is violence,\" said Virginia, desperately.This man must\nnot get ahead of her.\"It is just as violent,\" said he, \"as the repressed feeling which\nprompts it.\"This was a new kind of conversation to Virginia.Of all the young men\nshe knew, not one had ever ventured into anything of the sort.They were\neither flippant, or sentimental, or both.She was at once flattered\nand annoyed, flattered, because, as a woman, Stephen had conceded her\na mind.Many of the young men she knew had minds, but deemed that these\nwere wasted on women, whose language was generally supposed to be a kind\nof childish twaddle.Even Jack Brinsmade rarely risked his dignity\nand reputation at an intellectual tilt.The kitchen is west of the bathroom.This was one of Virginia's\ngrievances.She often argued with her father, and, if the truth were\ntold, had had more than one victory over Judge Whipple.Virginia's annoyance came from the fact that she perceived in Stephen\na natural and merciless logic,--a faculty for getting at the bottom\nof things.His brain did not seem to be thrown out of gear by local\nmagnetic influences,--by beauty, for instance.The hallway is east of the bathroom.He did not lose his head,\nas did some others she knew, at the approach of feminine charms.Here\nwas a grand subject, then, to try the mettle of any woman.One with\nless mettle would have given it up.But Virginia thought it would be\ndelightful to bring this particular Yankee to his knees; and--and leave\nhim there.Brice,\" she said, \"I have not spoken to you since the night of my\nparty.\"Yes, we did,\" said he, \"and I called, but was unfortunate.\"Now Miss Carvel was complacency itself.\"Jackson is so careless with cards,\" said she, \"and very often I do not\ntake the trouble to read them.\"MAURICE\n\n_Shouts._\n\nLangloi!_A faint echo in the distance._\n\nCome!_The response is nearer._\n\nPEASANT\n\nHe did not catch her.She asked me, too,\nabout the road to Lonua._Laughs._\n\nThere are many like her now.EMIL GRELIEU\n\n_Imploringly._\n\nJeanne!JEANNE\n\nBut I cannot, Emil.I used\nto understand, I used to understand, but now--Where is Pierre?_Firmly._\n\nWhere is Pierre?MAURICE\n\nOh, will he be here soon?Mother dear, we'll start in a moment!JEANNE\n\nYes, yes, we'll start in a moment!", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Why such a dream, why such a dream?The hallway is west of the bedroom._A mice from the darkness, quite near._\n\nJEANNE\n\n_Frightened._\n\nWho is shouting?What a strange dream, what a terrible,\nterrible, terrible dream._Lowering her voice._\n\nI cannot--why are you torturing me?EMIL GRELIEU\n\nHe is dead, Jeanne!EMIL GRELIEU\n\nHe is dead, Jeanne.But I swear to you by God, Jeanne!--Belgium\nwill live.Weep, sob, you are a mother.I too am crying with\nyou--But I swear by God: Belgium will live!God has given me the\nlight to see, and I can see.A new Spring will come here, the trees will be covered with\nblossoms--I swear to you, Jeanne, they will be covered with\nblossoms!And mothers will caress their children, and the sun\nwill shine upon their heads, upon their golden-haired little\nheads!I see my nation: Here it is advancing with palm\nleaves to meet God who has come to earth again.Weep, Jeanne,\nyou are a mother!Weep, unfortunate mother--God weeps with you.But there will be happy mothers here again--I see a new world,\nJeanne, I see a new life!_Reg._             No!--Stay, I charge you stay.The garden is east of the bedroom._Reg._                  I thank thee for thy offer,\n But I shall go with thee._Ham._                   'Tis well, proud man!_Reg._                        No--but I pity thee._Reg._                   Because thy poor dark soul\n Hath never felt the piercing ray of virtue.the scheme thou dost propose\n Would injure me, thy country, and thyself._Reg._                   Who was it gave thee power\n To rule the destiny of Regulus?Am I a slave to Carthage, or to thee?_Ham._ What does it signify from whom, proud Roman!_Reg._                           A benefit?is it a benefit\n To lie, elope, deceive, and be a villain?not when life itself, when all's at stake?Know'st thou my countrymen prepare thee tortures\n That shock imagination but to think of?Thou wilt be mangled, butcher'd, rack'd, impal'd._Reg._ (_smiling at his threats._) Hamilcar!Dost thou not know the Roman genius better?We live on honour--'tis our food, our life.The motive, and the measure of our deeds!We look on death as on", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "the valour of the tongue,\n The heart disclaims it; leave this pomp of words,\n And cease dissembling with a friend like me.I know that life is dear to all who live,\n That death is dreadful,--yes, and must be fear'd,\n E'en by the frozen apathists of Rome._Reg._ Did I fear death when on Bagrada's banks\n I fac'd and slew the formidable serpent\n That made your boldest Africans recoil,\n And shrink with horror, though the monster liv'd\n A native inmate of their own parch'd deserts?The kitchen is east of the hallway.Did I fear death before the gates of Adis?--\n Ask Bostar, or let Asdrubal confess._Ham._ Or shall I rather of Xantippus ask,\n Who dar'd to undeceive deluded Rome,\n And prove this vaunter not invincible?'Tis even said, in Africa I mean,\n He made a prisoner of this demigod.--\n Did we not triumph then?_Reg._                     Vain boaster!No Carthaginian conquer'd Regulus;\n Xantippus was a Greek--a brave one too:\n Yet what distinction did your Afric make\n Between the man who serv'd her, and her foe:\n I was the object of her open hate;\n He, of her secret, dark malignity.He durst not trust the nation he had sav'd;\n He knew, and therefore fear'd you.--Yes, he knew\n Where once you were oblig'd you ne'er forgave.Could you forgive at all, you'd rather pardon\n The man who hated, than the man who serv'd you.Xantippus found his ruin ere it reach'd him,\n Lurking behind your honours and rewards;\n Found it in your feign'd courtesies and fawnings.When vice intends to strike a master stroke,\n Its veil is smiles, its language protestations.The Spartan's merit threaten'd, but his service\n Compell'd his ruin.--Both you could not pardon.The garden is west of the hallway._Ham._ Come, come, I know full well----\n\n _Reg._                          Barbarian!I've heard too much.--Go, call thy followers:\n Prepare thy ships, and learn to do thy duty._Ham._ Yes!--show thyself intrepid, and insult me;\n Call mine the blindness of barbarian friendship.On Tiber's banks I hear thee, and am calm:\n But know, thou scornful Roman!that too soon\n In Carthage thou may'st fear and feel my vengeance:\n Thy cold, obdurate pride shall there confess,\n Though Rome may talk--'tis Africa can punish.[_Exit._\n\n _Reg._ Farewell!I've not a thought to waste on thee.I fear--but see Attilia comes!--\n\n    _Enter_ ATTILIA._Reg._ What brings thee here, my child?_At._              I cannot speak", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Joy chokes my utterance--Rome, dear grateful Rome,\n (Oh, may her cup with blessings overflow!)Gives up our common destiny to thee;\n Faithful and constant to th' advice thou gav'st her,\n She will not hear of peace, or change of slaves,\n But she insists--reward and bless her, gods!--\n That thou shalt here remain._Reg._                   What!with the shame----\n\n _At._ Oh!no--the sacred senate hath consider'd\n That when to Carthage thou did'st pledge thy faith,\n Thou wast a captive, and that being such,\n Thou could'st not bind thyself in covenant._Reg._ He who can die, is always free, my child!Learn farther, he who owns another's strength\n Confesses his own weakness.--Let them know,\n I swore I would return because I chose it,\n And will return, because I swore to do it._Pub._ Vain is that hope, my father._Reg._                          Who shall stop me?_Pub._ All Rome.----The citizens are up in arms:\n In vain would reason stop the growing torrent;\n In vain wouldst thou attempt to reach the port,\n The way is barr'd by thronging multitudes:\n The other streets of Rome are all deserted._Reg._ Where, where is Manlius?_Pub._                       He is still thy friend:\n His single voice opposes a whole people;\n He threats this moment and the next entreats,\n But all in vain; none hear him, none obey.The general fury rises e'en to madness.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.The axes tremble in the lictors' hands,\n Who, pale and spiritless, want power to use them--\n And one wild scene of anarchy prevails.The hallway is west of the kitchen.I tremble----\n                              [_Detaining_ REGULUS._Reg._                        To assist my friend--\n T' upbraid my hapless country with her crime--\n To keep unstain'd the glory of these chains--\n To go, or perish._At._               Oh!_Reg._                                 Hold;\n I have been patient with thee; have indulg'd\n Too much the fond affections of thy soul;\n It is enough; thy grief would now offend\n Thy father's honour; do not let thy tears\n Conspire with Rome to rob me of my triumph._Reg._", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "I know 'twill grieve thy gentle heart to lose me;\n But think, thou mak'st the sacrifice to Rome,\n And all is well again._At._                   Alas!my father,\n In aught beside----\n\n _Reg._ What wouldst thou do, my child?Canst thou direct the destiny of Rome,\n And boldly plead amid the assembled senate?Canst thou, forgetting all thy sex's softness,\n Fiercely engage in hardy deeds of arms?\"Anythin' to go back, mum?\"Zoie stared at Maggie solemnly from across the foot of the bed.\"Maggie,\" she asked in a deep, sepulchral tone, \"where do you live?\"\"Just around the corner on High Street, mum,\" gasped Maggie.Then,\nkeeping her eyes fixed uneasily on Zoie she picked up her basket and\nbacked cautiously toward the door.commanded Zoie; and Maggie paused, one foot in mid-air.\"Wait in\nthe hall,\" said Zoie.\"Yes'um,\" assented Maggie, almost in a whisper.Then she nodded her\nhead jerkily, cast another furtive glance at the three persons who were\nregarding her so strangely, and slipped quickly through the door.Having crossed the room and stealthily closed the door, Aggie returned\nto Jimmy, who was watching her with the furtive expression of a trapped\nanimal.\"It's Providence,\" she declared, with a grave countenance.Jimmy looked up at Aggie with affected innocence, then rolled his round\neyes away from her.He was confronted by Zoie, who had approached from\nthe opposite side of the room.\"It's Fate,\" declared Zoie, in awe-struck tones.Jimmy was beginning to wriggle, but he kept up a last desperate presence\nof not understanding them.\"You needn't tell me I'm going to take the wash to the old lady,\" he\nsaid, \"for I'm not going to do it.\"\"It isn't the WASH,\" said Aggie, and her tone warned him that she\nexpected no nonsense from him.\"You know what we are thinking about just as well as we do,\" said Zoie.\"I'll write that washerwoman a note and tell her we must have one of\nthose babies right now.\"The office is east of the bedroom.And with that she turned toward her desk and\nbegan rummaging amongst her papers for a pencil and pad.\"The luck of\nthese poor,\" she murmured.\"The luck of US,\" corrected Aggie, whose spirits were now soaring.Then\nshe turned to Jimmy with growing enthusiasm.\"Just think of it, dear,\"\nshe said, \"Fate has sent us a baby to our very door.\"\"Well,\" declared Jimmy, again beginning to show signs of fight, \"if\nFate has sent a baby to the door, you don't need me,\" and with that he\nsnatched his coat from the crib.The kitchen is east of the office.\"Wait, Jimmy,\" again commanded Aggie, and she took his coat gently but\nfirmly from him.\"Now, see here,\" argued Jimmy, trying to get free", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\"Nonsense,\" called Zoie over her shoulder, while she scribbled a hurried\nnote to the washerwoman.\"If she won't let us have it 'for keeps,' I'll\njust'rent it.'\"\"Warm, fresh,\npalpitating babies rented as you would rent a gas stove!\"\"That's all a pose,\" declared Aggie, in a matter-of-fact tone.\"You\nthink babies 'little red worms,' you've said so.\"\"She'll be only too glad to rent it,\" declared Zoie, as she glanced\nhurriedly through the note just written, and slipped it, together with\na bill, into an envelope.It's only until I can\nget another one.\"shouted Jimmy, and his eyes turned heavenward for help.\"An\nendless chain with me to put the links together!\"\"Don't be so theatrical,\" said Aggie, irritably, as she took up Jimmy's\ncoat and prepared to get him into it.\"Why DO you make such a fuss about NOTHING,\" sighed Zoie.The bedroom is north of the garden.echoed Jimmy, and he looked at her with wondering eyes.\"I crawl about like a thief in the night snatching babies from their\nmother's breasts, and you call THAT nothing?\"\"You don't have to 'CRAWL,'\" reminded Zoie, \"you can take a taxi.\"\"Here's your coat, dear,\" said Aggie graciously, as she endeavoured to\nslip Jimmy's limp arms into the sleeves of the garment.\"You can take Maggie with you,\" said Zoie, with the air of conferring a\ndistinct favour upon him.\"And the wash on my lap,\" added Jimmy sarcastically.\"No,\" said Zoie, unruffled by Jimmy's ungracious behaviour.\"That's very kind of you,\" sneered Jimmy, as he unconsciously allowed\nhis arms to slip into the sleeves of the coat Aggie was urging upon him.\"All you need to do,\" said Aggie complacently, \"is to get us the baby.\"\"Yes,\" said Jimmy, \"and what do you suppose my friends would say if they\nwere to see me riding around town with the wash-lady's daughter and a\nbaby on my lap?he asked Aggie, \"if you didn't know\nthe facts?\"\"Nobody's going to see you,\" answered Aggie impatiently; \"it's only\naround the corner.Go on, Jimmy, be a good boy.\"\"You mean a good thing,\" retorted Jimmy without budging from the spot.exclaimed Zoie; \"it's as easy as can be.\"\"Yes, the FIRST one SOUNDED easy, too,\" said Jimmy.\"All you have to do,\" explained Zoie, trying to restrain her rising\nintolerance of his stupidity, \"is to give this note to Maggie's mother.She'll give you her baby, you bring it back here, we'll give you THIS\none, and you can take it right back to the Home.\"\"And meet the other mother,\" concluded Jimmy with a shake of his head.The bathroom is south of the garden.There was a distinct threat in Zoie's voice when she again addressed the\nstubborn Jimmy and the glitter of triumph was in her eyes.", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"You'd better meet here THERE than HERE,\" she warned him; \"you know what\nthe Superintendent said.\"\"That's true,\" agreed Aggie with an anxious face.\"Come now,\" she\npleaded, \"it will only take a minute; you can do the whole thing before\nyou have had time to think.\"\"Before I have had time to think,\" repeated Jimmy excitedly.\"That's how\nyou get me to do everything.Well, this time I've HAD time to think and\nI don't think I will!\"and with that he threw himself upon the couch,\nunmindful of the damage to the freshly laundered clothes.\"You haven't time to sit down,\" said Aggie.\"I'll TAKE time,\" declared Jimmy.The kitchen is south of the bathroom.His eyes blinked ominously and he\nremained glued to the couch.There was a short silence; the two women gazed at Jimmy in despair.The bedroom is south of the kitchen.Remembering a fresh grievance, Jimmy turned upon them.\"By the way,\" he said, \"do you two know that I haven't had anything to\neat yet?\"\"And do you know,\" said Zoie, \"that Alfred may be back at any minute?\"Not unless he has cut his throat,\" rejoined Jimmy, \"and that's what I'd\ndo if I had a razor.\"Zoie regarded Jimmy as though he were beyond redemption.\"Can't you ever\nthink of anybody but yourself?\"she asked, with a martyred air.Had Jimmy been half his age, Aggie would have felt sure that she saw him\nmake a face at her friend for answer.As it was, she resolved to make\none last effort to awaken her unobliging spouse to a belated sense of\nduty.Transcriber's Note\n\nThe following typographical errors were corrected:\n\nPage  Error\n73    \"good morning,\" changed to 'good morning,'\n112   pet monkey.\"\"Enough men of character, however, are entering the field through\n    these better schools to ensure the upholding of those lofty ideals\n    that have characterized the profession in the past and which are\n    essential to our continued progress.I think, therefore, that we may\n    take a hopeful view of the future.The demand for better prepared\n    physicians will eventually close many avenues that are now open to\n    students, greatly to the benefit of all.With the curtailing of the\n    number of students and a less fierce competition which this will\n    bring, there will be less temptation, less necessity, if you will, on\n    the part of general practitioners to ask for a division of fees.He\n    will come to see that honest dealing on his part with the patient\n    requiring special skill will in the long run be the best policy.He\n    will make a just, open charge for the services he has rendered and not\n    attempt to collect a surreptitious fee through a dishonest surgeon for\n    services he has not rendered and could not render.Then, too, there\n    will be less inducement and less opportunity for incompetent and\n    conscienceless men", "question": "What is south of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"The public mind is becoming especially active just at this time in\n    combating graft in all forms, and is ready to aid in its destruction.The intelligent portion of the laity is becoming alive to the patent\n    medicine evil.It is only a question of time when the people will\n    demand that the secular papers which go into our homes shall not\n    contain the vile, disgusting and suggestive quack advertisements that\n    are found to-day.A campaign of reform is being instituted against\n    dishonest politicians, financiers, railroad and insurance magnates,\n    showing that their methods will be no longer tolerated.The moral\n    standards set for professional men and men in public life are going to\n    be higher in the future, and with the limelight of public opinion\n    turned on the medical and surgical grafter, the evil will cease to\n    exist.The bedroom is north of the office.Hand in hand with this reform let us hope that there will come\n    to be established a legal and moral standard of qualification for\n    those who assume to do surgery.\"I feel sure that it is the wish of every member of this association\n    to do everything possible to hasten the coming of this day and to aid\n    in the uplifting of the art of surgery.Our individual effort in this\n    direction must lie largely through the influence we exert over those\n    who seek our advice before beginning the study of medicine, and over\n    those who, having entered the work, are to follow in our immediate\n    footsteps.To the young man who seeks our counsel as to the\n    advisability of commencing the study of medicine, it is our duty to\n    make a plain statement of what would be expected of him, of the cost\n    in time and money, and an estimate of what he might reasonably expect\n    as a reward for a life devoted to ceaseless study, toil and\n    responsibility.If, from our knowledge of the character, attainments\n    and qualifications of the young man we feel that at best he could make\n    but a modicum of success in the work, we should endeavor to divert his\n    ambition into some other channel.\"We should advise the 'expectant surgeon' in his preparation to follow\n    as nearly as possible the line of study suggested by Richardson.Then\n    I would add the advice of Senn, viz: 'To do general practice for\n    several years, return to laboratory work and surgical anatomy, attend\n    the clinics of different operators, and never cease to be a physician.If this advice is followed there will be less unnecessary operating\n    done in the future than has been the case in the past.'The young man\n    who enters special work without having had experience as a general\n    practitioner, is seriously handicapped.The hallway is south of the office.In this age, when we have so\n    frequently to deal with the so-called border-line cases, it is\n    especially well never to", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"We would next have the young man assure himself that he is the\n    possessor of a well-developed, healthy, working'surgical conscience.'The hallway is north of the garden.No matter how well qualified he may be, his enthusiasm in the earlier\n    years of his work will lead him to do operations that he would refrain\n    from in later life.This will be especially true of malignant disease.He knows that early and thorough radical measures alone hold out hope,\n    and only by repeated unsuccessful efforts will he learn to temper his\n    ambition by the judgment that comes of experience.Pirogoff, the noted\n    surgeon, suffered from a malignant growth.Billroth refused to operate\n    or advise operation.In writing to another surgeon friend he said: 'I\n    am not the bold operator whom you knew years ago in Zurich.Before\n    deciding on the necessity of an operation, I always propose to myself\n    this question: Would you permit such an operation as you intend\n    performing on your patient to be done on yourself?Years and\n    experience bring in their train a certain degree of hesitancy.'The garden is north of the kitchen.This,\n    coming from one who in his day was the most brilliant operator in the\n    world, should be remembered by every surgeon, young and old.\"In the hands of the skilled,\nconscientious surgeon how great are thy powers for good to suffering\nhumanity!In the hands of shysters \"what crimes are committed in thy\nname!\"With his own school full of shysters and incompetents, and grafters of\n\"new schools\" and \"systems\" to compete with on every hand, the\nconscientious physician seems to be \"between the devil and the deep sea!\"With quacks to the right of him, quacks to the left of him, quacks in\nfront of him, all volleying and thundering with their literature to prove\nthat the old schools, and all schools other than theirs, are frauds,\nimpostors and poisoners, about all that is left for the layman to do when\nsick is to take to the woods.PART TWO\n\nOSTEOPATHY\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER VII.SOME DEFINITIONS AND HISTORIES.Romantic Story of Osteopathy's Origin--An Asthma Cure--Headache Cured\n    by Plowlines--Log Rolling to Relieve Dysentery--Osteopathy is Drugless\n    Healing--Osteopathy is Manual Treatment--Liberty of Blood, Nerves and\n    Arteries--Perfect Skeletal Alignment and Tonic, Ligamentous, Muscular\n    and Facial Relaxation--Andrew T. Still in 1874--Kirksville, Mo., as a\n    Mecca--American School of Osteopathy--The Promised Golden Stream of\n    Prosperity--Shams and Pretenses--The \"Mossbacks\"--\"Who's Who in\n    Osteopathy.\"(65) 91, Museum Marbles, vi.Phidias has represented these waves like a mass of overlapping", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "In the Maeander pattern\nthe graceful curves of nature are represented by angles, as in the\nEgyptian hieroglyphic of water: so again the earliest representation of\nthe labyrinth on the coins of the Cnossus is rectangular; on later coins\nwe find the curvilinear form introduced.In the language of Greek mythography, the wave pattern and the Maeander\nare sometimes used singly for the idea of water, but more frequently\ncombined with figurative representation.The number of aquatic deities\nin the Greek Pantheon led to the invention of a great variety of\nbeautiful types.The bedroom is west of the kitchen.Everybody is\nfamiliar with the general form of Poseidon (Neptune), the Nereids, the\nNymphs and River Gods; but the modes in which these types were combined\nwith conventional imitation and with accessory symbols deserve careful\nstudy, if we would appreciate the surpassing richness and beauty of the\nlanguage of art formed out of these elements.This class of representations may be divided into two principal groups,\nthose relating to the sea, and those relating to fresh water.The power of the ocean and the great features of marine scenery are\nembodied in such types as Poseidon, Nereus and the Nereids, that is to\nsay, in human forms moving through the liquid element in chariots, or on\nthe back of dolphins, or who combine the human form with that of the\nfish-like Tritons.The sea-monsters who draw these chariots are called\nHippocamps, being composed of the tail of a fish and the fore-part of a\nhorse, the legs terminating in web-feet: this union seems to express\nspeed and power under perfect control, such as would characterise the\nmovements of sea deities.A few examples have been here selected to show\nhow these types were combined with symbols and conventional imitation.In the British Museum is a vase, No.1257, engraved (Lenormant et De\nWitte, Mon.27), of which the subject is, Europa crossing\nthe sea on the back of the bull.In this design the sea is represented\nby a variety of expedients.First, the swimming action of the bull\nsuggests the idea of the liquid medium through which he moves.Behind\nhim stands Nereus, his staff held perpendicularly in his hand; the top\nof his staff comes nearly to the level of the bull's back, and is\nprobably meant as the measure of the whole depth of the sea.Towards the\nsurface line thus indicated a dolphin is rising; in the middle depth is\nanother dolphin; below a shrimp and a cuttle-fish, and the bottom is\nindicated by a jagged line of rocks, on which are two echini.The office is west of the bedroom.On a mosaic found at Oudnah in Algeria (Revue Archeol., iii.50), we\nhave a representation of the sea, remarkable for the fulness of details\nwith which it is made out.This, though of the Roman period, is so thoroughly Greek in feeling,\nthat it may be cited as an example of the class of mythography now under\nconsideration.The mosaic lines the floor and sides of a bath, and, as\nwas commonly the case in the", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "On the sides are hippocamps, figures riding on dolphins, and islands on\nwhich fishermen stand; on the floor are fish, crabs, and shrimps.These, as in the vase with Europa, indicate the bottom of the sea: the\nsame symbols of the submarine world appear on many other ancient\ndesigns.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.Thus in vase pictures, when Poseidon upheaves the island of Cos\nto overwhelm the Giant Polydotes, the island is represented as an\nimmense mass of rock; the parts which have been under water are\nindicated by a dolphin, a shrimp, and a sepia, the parts above the water\nby a goat and a serpent (Lenormant et De Witte, i., tav.Sometimes these symbols occur singly in Greek art, as the types, for\ninstance, of coins.In such cases they cannot be interpreted without\nbeing viewed in relation to the whole context of mythography to which\nthey belong.If we find, for example, on one coin of Tarentum a shell,\non another a dolphin, on a third a figure of Tarus, the mythic founder\nof the town, riding on a dolphin in the midst of the waves, and this\nlatter group expresses the idea of the town itself and its position on\nthe coast, then we know the two former types to be but portions of the\ngreater design, having been detached from it, as we may detach words\nfrom sentences.The study of the fuller and clearer examples, such as we have cited\nabove, enables us to explain many more compendious forms of expression.We have, for instance, on coins several representations of ancient\nharbors.Of these, the earliest occurs on the coins of Zancle, the modern Messina\nin Sicily.The bedroom is east of the bathroom.The ancients likened the form of this harbor to a sickle, and\non the coins of the town we find a curved object, within the area of\nwhich is a dolphin.On this curve are four square elevations placed at\nequal distances.It has been conjectured that these projections are\neither towers or the large stones to which galleys were moored still to\nbe seen in ancient harbors (see Burgon, Numismatic Chronicle, iii.With this archaic representation of a harbor may be compared some\nexamples of the Roman period.Severus struck at\nCorinth (Millingen, Sylloge of Uned.30) we have a female figure standing on a rock between two recumbent\nmale figures holding rudders.From an arch at the foot of the rock a\nstream is flowing: this is a representation of the rock of the Acropolis\nof Corinth: the female figure is a statue of Aphrodite, whose temple\nsurmounted the rock.The two\nrecumbent figures are impersonations of the two harbors, Lechreum and\nCenchreia, between which Corinth was situated.16) describes a similar picture of the Isthmus between the two\nharbors, one of which was in the form of a youth, the other of a nymph.On another coin of Corinth we have one of the harbors in a semicircular\nform, the whole arc being marked with small equal divisions, to", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "(Millingen, Medailles Ined., Pl.Compare also Millingen, Ancient Coins of Cities and Kings, 1831,\npp.246; and the\nharbor of Ostium, on the large brass coins of Nero, in which there is a\nrepresentation of the Roman fleet and a reclining figure of Neptune.)\"From eight o'clock to close on ten this wonderful flight\ncontinued; as birds drank and departed, others were constantly arriving\nto take their places.I should judge that the average time spent by\neach bird at and around the water was half an hour.\"To show the wonderful instinct which animals possess for discovering\nwater an anecdote is told by a writer in the _Spectator_, and the\narticle is republished in the _Living Age_ of February 5.The question\nof a supply of good water for the Hague was under discussion in Holland\nat the time of building the North Sea Canal.Some one insisted that\nthe Hares, Rabbits, and Partridges knew of a supply in the sand hills,\nbecause they never came to the wet \"polders\" to drink.Then one of the local engineers suggested that\nthe sand hills should be carefully explored, and now a long reservoir\nin the very center of those hills fills with water naturally and\nsupplies the entire town.The bedroom is south of the office.All this goes to prove to our mind that if Seals do not apparently\ndrink, if Cormorants and Penguins, Giraffes, Snakes, and Reptiles seem\nto care nothing for water, some of them do eat wet or moist food, while\nthe Giraffe, for one, enjoys the juices of the leaves of trees that\nhave their roots in the moisture.None of these animals are our common,\neveryday pets.If they were, it would cost us nothing to put water\nat their disposal, but that they never drink in their native haunts\n\"can not be proved until the deserts have been explored and the total\nabsence of water confirmed.\"--_Ex._\n\n\n\n\n  [Illustration: From col.CHICAGO COLORTYPE CO.,\n                 CHIC.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.Copyright by\n                 Nature Study Pub.Just how many species of Gulls there are has not yet been determined,\nbut the habits and locations of about twenty-six species have been\ndescribed.The American Herring Gull is found throughout North America,\nnesting from Maine northward, and westward throughout the interior on\nthe large inland waters, and occasionally on the Pacific; south in\nthe winter to Cuba and lower California.This Gull is a common bird\nthroughout its range, particularly coast-wise.Goss in his \"Birds of Kansas,\" writes as follows of the Herring\nGull:\n\n\"In the month of June, 1880, I found the birds nesting in large\ncommunities on the little island adjacent to Grand Manan; many were\nnesting in spruce tree tops from twenty to forty feet from the ground.It was an odd sight to see them on their nests or perched upon a limb,\nchattering and scolding", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"In the trees I had no difficulty in finding full sets of their eggs,\nas the egg collectors rarely take the trouble to climb, but on the\nrocks I was unable to find an egg within reach, the 'eggers' going\ndaily over the rocks.I was told by several that they yearly robbed the\nbirds, taking, however, but nine eggs from a nest, as they found that\nwhenever they took a greater number, the birds so robbed would forsake\ntheir nests, or, as they expressed it, cease to lay, and that in order\nto prevent an over-collection they invariably drop near the nest a\nlittle stone or pebble for every egg taken.\"They do not leave their nesting grounds\nuntil able to fly, though, half-grown birds are sometimes seen on the\nwater that by fright or accident have fallen.The bathroom is west of the garden.The nests are composed\nof grass and moss.Some of them are large and elaborately made, while\nothers are merely shallow depressions with a slight lining.The bathroom is east of the bedroom.Three eggs\nare usually laid, which vary from bluish-white to a deep yellowish\nbrown, spotted and blotched with brown of different shades.In many\ncases where the Herring Gull has suffered persecution, it has been\nknown to depart from its usual habit of nesting on the open seashore.It is a pleasure to watch a flock of Gulls riding buoyantly upon the\nwater.They do not dive, as many suppose, but only immerse the head\nand neck.They are omnivorous and greedy eaters; \"scavengers of the\nbeach, and in the harbors to be seen boldly alighting upon the masts\nand flying about the vessels, picking up the refuse matter as soon as\nit is cast overboard, and often following the steamers from thirty\nto forty miles from the land, and sometimes much farther.\"They are\never upon the alert, with a quick eye that notices every floating\nobject or disturbance of the water, and as they herald with screams\nthe appearance of the Herring or other small fishes that often swim in\nschools at the surface of the water, they prove an unerring pilot to\nthe fishermen who hastily follow with their lines and nets, for they\nknow that beneath and following the valuable catch in sight are the\nlarger fishes that are so intent upon taking the little ones in out of\nthe wet as largely to forget their cunning, and thus make their capture\nan easy one.Very large flocks of Gulls, at times appearing many hundreds, are\nseen on Lake Michigan.We recently saw in the vicinity of Milwaukee\na flock of what we considered to be many thousands of these birds,\nflying swiftly, mounting up, and falling, as if to catch themselves,\nin wide circles, the sun causing their wings and sides to glisten like\nburnished silver.It is claimed that two hundred millions of dollars that should go to\nthe farmer, the gardner, and the fruit grower in the United States are\nlost every year by the ravages of insects--that is to say, one-tenth of\nour agricultural product is actually destroyed by them.The Department\nof Agriculture has made a thorough investigation of this subject, and\nits", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The ravages of the Gypsy Moth in\nthree counties in Massachusetts for several years annually cost the\nstate $100,000.\"Now, as rain is the natural check to drought, so birds\nare the natural check to insects, for what are pests to the farmer\nare necessities of life to the bird.It is calculated that an average\ninsectivorous bird destroys 2,400 insects in a year; and when it is\nremembered that there are over 100,000 kinds of insects in the United\nStates, the majority of which are injurious, and that in some cases\na single individual in a year may become the progenitor of several\nbillion descendants, it is seen how much good birds do ordinarily\nby simple prevention.\"All of which has reference chiefly to the\nindispensableness of preventing by every possible means the destruction\nof the birds whose food largely consists of insects.Sae haud up your heart, an' I'se\nwarrant we'll do a' weel eneugh yet.\"The principal incident of the foregoing\n     Chapter was suggested by an occurrence of a similar kind, told me by\n     a gentleman, now deceased, who held an important situation in the\n     Excise, to which he had been raised by active and resolute exertions\n     in an inferior department.When employed as a supervisor on the\n     coast of Galloway, at a time when the immunities of the Isle of Man\n     rendered smuggling almost universal in that district, this gentleman\n     had the fortune to offend highly several of the leaders in the\n     contraband trade, by his zeal in serving the revenue.The kitchen is east of the hallway.This rendered his situation a dangerous one, and, on more than one\n     occasion, placed his life in jeopardy.At one time in particular, as\n     he was riding after sunset on a summer evening, he came suddenly\n     upon a gang of the most desperate smugglers in that part of the\n     country.The bedroom is east of the kitchen.They surrounded him, without violence, but in such a manner\n     as to show that it would be resorted to if he offered resistance,\n     and gave him to understand he must spend the evening with them,\n     since they had met so happily.The officer did not attempt\n     opposition, but only asked leave to send a country lad to tell his\n     wife and family that he should be detained later than he expected.As he had to charge the boy with this message in the presence of the\n     smugglers, he could found no hope of deliverance from it, save what\n     might arise from the sharpness of the lad's observation, and the\n     natural anxiety and affection of his wife.But if his errand should\n     be delivered and received literally, as he was conscious the\n     smugglers expected, it was likely that it might, by suspending alarm\n     about his absence from home, postpone all search after him till it\n     might be useless", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Making a merit of necessity, therefore, he\n     instructed and dispatched his messenger, and went with the\n     contraband traders, with seeming willingness, to one of their\n     ordinary haunts.He sat down at table with them, and they began to\n     drink and indulge themselves in gross jokes, while, like Mirabel in\n     the \"Inconstant,\" their prisoner had the heavy task of receiving\n     their insolence as wit, answering their insults with good-humour,\n     and withholding from them the opportunity which they sought of\n     engaging him in a quarrel, that they might have a pretence for\n     misusing him.He succeeded for some time, but soon became satisfied\n     it was their purpose to murder him out-right, or else to beat him in\n     such a manner as scarce to leave him with life.A regard for the\n     sanctity of the Sabbath evening, which still oddly subsisted among\n     these ferocious men, amidst their habitual violation of divine and\n     social law, prevented their commencing their intended cruelty until\n     the Sabbath should be terminated.They were sitting around their\n     anxious prisoner, muttering to each other words of terrible import,\n     and watching the index of a clock, which was shortly to strike the\n     hour at which, in their apprehension, murder would become lawful,\n     when their intended victim heard a distant rustling like the wind\n     among withered leaves.It came nearer, and resembled the sound of a\n     brook in flood chafing within its banks; it came nearer yet, and was\n     plainly distinguished as the galloping of a party of horse.The hallway is west of the garden.The\n     absence of her husband, and the account given by the boy of the\n     suspicious appearance of those with whom he had remained, had\n     induced Mrs--to apply to the neighbouring town for a party of\n     dragoons, who thus providentially arrived in time to save him from\n     extreme violence, if not from actual destruction.]Sound, sound the clarion, fill the fife!To all the sensual world proclaim,\n               One crowded hour of glorious life\n               Is worth an age without a name.When the desperate affray had ceased, Claverhouse commanded his soldiers\nto remove the dead bodies, to refresh themselves and their horses, and\nprepare for passing the night at the farm-house, and for marching early\nin the ensuing morning.He then turned his attention to Morton, and there\nwas politeness, and even kindness, in the manner in which he addressed\nhim.\"You would have saved yourself risk from both sides, Mr Morton, if you\nhad honoured my counsel yesterday morning with some attention; but I\nrespect your motives.You are aThe office is east of the garden.", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "When Morton had passed his word to that effect, Claverhouse bowed\ncivilly, and, turning away from him, called for his sergeant-major.\"How many prisoners, Halliday, and how many killed?\"The hallway is west of the office.\"Three killed in the house, sir, two cut down in the court, and one in\nthe garden--six in all; four prisoners.\"\"Three of them armed to the teeth,\" answered Halliday; \"one without\narms--he seems to be a preacher.\"\"Ay--the trumpeter to the long-ear'd rout, I suppose,\" replied\nClaverhouse, glancing slightly round upon his victims, \"I will talk with\nhim tomorrow.Take the other three down to the yard, draw out two files,\nand fire upon them; and, d'ye hear, make a memorandum in the orderly book\nof three rebels taken in arms and shot, with the date and name of the\nplace--Drumshinnel, I think, they call it.--Look after the preacher till\nto-morrow; as he was not armed, he must undergo a short examination.Or\nbetter, perhaps, take him before the Privy Council; I think they should\nrelieve me of a share of this disgusting drudgery.--Let Mr Morton be\ncivilly used, and see that the men look well after their horses; and let\nmy groom wash Wild-blood's shoulder with some vinegar, the saddle has\ntouched him a little.\"All these various orders,--for life and death, the securing of his\nprisoners, and the washing his charger's shoulder,--were given in the\nsame unmoved and equable voice, of which no accent or tone intimated that\nthe speaker considered one direction as of more importance than another.The Cameronians, so lately about to be the willing agents of a bloody\nexecution, were now themselves to undergo it.It makes a tolerable harmony, being well struck\nwith a ball at the end of a stick.\u201d In the earlier centuries of the\nmiddle ages there appear to have been some instruments of percussion in\nfavour, to which Grassineau\u2019s expression \u201ca tolerable harmony\u201d would\nscarcely have been applicable.Drums, of course, were known; and their\nrhythmical noise must have been soft music, compared with the shrill\nsounds of the _cymbalum_; a contrivance consisting of a number of metal\nplates suspended on cords, so that they could be clashed together\nsimultaneously; or with the clangour of the _cymbalum_ constructed\nwith bells instead of plates; or with the piercing noise of the\n_bunibulum_, or _bombulom_; an instrument which consisted of an angular\nframe to which were loosely attached metal plates of various shapes\nand sizes.The lower part of the frame constituted the handle: and to\nproduce the noise it evidently was shaken somewhat like the sistrum of\nthe ancient Egyptians.The office is west of the bathroom.[Illustration]\n\nThe _triangle_ nearly resembled the instrument of this name in use\nat the present day; it was more elegant in shape and had some metal\nornamentation in the middle.The _", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER IX.Respecting the orchestras, or musical bands, represented on monuments\nof the middle ages, there can hardly be a doubt that the artists who\nsculptured them were not unfrequently led by their imagination rather\nthan by an adherence to actual fact.It is, however, not likely that\nthey introduced into such representations instruments that were never\nadmitted in the orchestras, and which would have appeared inappropriate\nto the contemporaries of the artists.An examination of one or two\nof the orchestras may therefore find a place here, especially as\nthey throw some additional light upon the characteristics of the\ninstrumental music of medi\u00e6val time.A very interesting group of music performers dating, it is said, from\nthe end of the eleventh century is preserved in a bas-relief which\nformerly ornamented the abbey of St.Georges de Boscherville and which\nis now removed to the museum of Rouen.The orchestra comprises twelve\nperformers, most of whom wear a crown.The first of them plays upon\na viol, which he holds between his knees as the violoncello is held.His instrument is scarcely as large as the smallest viola da gamba.By\nhis side are a royal lady and her attendant, the former playing on an\n_organistrum_ of which the latter is turning the wheel.Next to these\nis represented a performer on a _syrinx_ of the kind shown in the\nengraving p.112; and next to him a performer on a stringed instrument\nresembling a lute, which, however, is too much dilapidated to be\nrecognisable.Then we have a musician with a small stringed instrument\nresembling the _nablum_, p.The next musician, also represented as\na royal personage, plays on a small species of harp.The bedroom is east of the office.Then follows a\ncrowned musician playing the viol which he holds in almost precisely\nthe same manner as the violin is held.Again, another, likewise\ncrowned, plays upon a harp, using with the right hand a plectrum\nand with the left hand merely his fingers.The kitchen is east of the bedroom.The last two performers,\napparently a gentleman and a gentlewoman, are engaged in striking the\n_tintinnabulum_,--a set of bells in a frame.[Illustration]\n\nIn this group of crowned minstrels the sculptor has introduced a\ntumbler standing on his head, perhaps the vocalist of the company, as\nhe has no instrument to play upon.Possibly the sculptor desired to\nsymbolise the hilarious effects which music is capable of producing, as\nwell as its elevating influence upon the devotional feelings.[Illustration]\n\nThe two positions in which we find the viol held is worthy of notice,\ninasmuch as it refers the inquirer further back than might be expected\nfor the origin of our peculiar method of holding the violin, and the\nvioloncello, in playing.There were several kinds of the viol in use\ndiffering in size and in compass of sound.The most common number of\nstrings was five, and it was tuned in various ways.", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "One kind had a\nstring tuned to the note [Illustration] running at the side of the\nfinger-board instead of over it; this string was, therefore, only\ncapable of producing a single tone.The four other strings were tuned\nthus: [Illustration] Two other species, on which all the strings\nwere placed over the finger-board, were tuned: [Illustration] and:\n[Illustration] The woodcut above represents a very beautiful _vielle_;\nFrench, of about 1550, with monograms of Henry II.The bathroom is south of the kitchen.The contrivance of placing a string or two at the side of the\nfinger-board is evidently very old, and was also gradually adopted on\nother instruments of the violin class of a somewhat later period than\nthat of the _vielle_; for instance, on the _lira di braccio_ of the\nItalians.It was likewise adopted on the lute, to obtain a fuller power\nin the bass; and hence arose the _theorbo_, the _archlute_, and other\nvarieties of the old lute.[Illustration:\n\n  A. REID.ORCHESTRA, TWELFTH CENTURY, AT SANTIAGO.]A grand assemblage of musical performers is represented on the\nPortico della gloria of the famous pilgrimage church of Santiago da\nCompostella, in Spain.The kitchen is south of the bedroom.This triple portal, which is stated by an\ninscription on the lintel to have been executed in the year 1188,\nconsists of a large semicircular arch with a smaller arch on either\nside.The central arch is filled by a tympanum, round which are\ntwenty-four life-sized seated figures, in high relief, representing the\ntwenty-four elders seen by St.John in the Apocalypse, each with an\ninstrument of music.These instruments are carefully represented and\nare of great interest as showing those in use in Spain at about the\ntwelfth century.A cast of this sculpture is in the Kensington museum.In examining the group of musicians on this sculpture the reader will\nprobably recognise several instruments in their hands, which are\nidentical with those already described in the preceding pages.The\n_organistrum_, played by two persons, is placed in the centre of the\ngroup, perhaps owing to its being the largest of the instruments rather\nthan that it was distinguished by any superiority in sound or musical\neffect.Besides the small harp seen in the hands of the eighth and\nnineteenth musicians (in form nearly identical with the Anglo-saxon\nharp) we find a small triangular harp, without a front-pillar, held on\nthe lap by the fifth and eighteenth musicians.\"Yes!--more than that is not in our power.You will have to assume the\ngeneral risk you took when you abducted us.\"\"We will take it,\" was the quiet answer.\"I think not--at least, everything is entirely satisfactory to us.\"\"Despite the fact that it couldn't be made so!\"\"I didn't know we had to deal with a woman of such business sense\nand--wealth,\" he answered gallantly.\"If you will get me", "question": "What is south of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "She filled it in for the amount specified, signed and endorsed it.Then\nshe took, from her handbag, a correspondence card, embossed with her\ninitials, and wrote this note:\n\n                                              \"Hampton, Md.Thompson:--\n\n  \"I have made a purchase, down here, and my check for Two Hundred\n  Thousand dollars, in consideration, will come through, at once.\"Yours very sincerely,\n\n                                            \"Elaine Cavendish.\"To James Thompson, Esq'r., \"Treasurer, The Tuscarora Trust Co.,\n  \"Northumberland.\"She addressed the envelope and passed it and the card across to Mr.\"If you will mail this, to-night, it will provide against any chance of\nnon-payment,\" she said.\"You are a marvel of accuracy,\" he answered, with a bow.\"I would I\ncould always do business with you.\"monsieur, I pray thee, no\nmore!\"There was a knock on the door; the maid entered and spoke in a low tone\nto Jones.\"I am sorry to inconvenience you again,\" he said, turning to them, \"but\nI must trouble you to go aboard the tug.\"\"On the water--that is usually the place for well behaved tugs!\"\"Now--before I go to deposit the check!\"\"You will be safer\non the tug.There will be no danger of an escape or a rescue--and it\nwon't be for long, I trust.\"\"Your trust is no greater than ours, I assure you,\" said Elaine.Their few things were quickly gathered, and they went down to the\nwharf, where a small boat was drawn up ready to take them to the tug,\nwhich was lying a short distance out in the Bay.\"One of the Baltimore tugs, likely,\" said Davila.\"There are scores of\nthem, there, and some are none too chary about the sort of business\nthey are employed in.\"Jones conducted them to the little\ncabin, which they were to occupy together--an upper and a lower bunk\nhaving been provided.\"The maid will sleep in the galley,\" said he.The kitchen is east of the hallway.\"She will look after the\ncooking, and you will dine in the small cabin next to this one.It's a\nbit contracted quarters for you, and I'm sorry, but it won't be for\nlong--as we both trust, Miss Cavendish.\"The kitchen is west of the office.I will have my bank send it direct for\ncollection, with instructions to wire immediately if paid.I presume\nyou don't wish it to go through the ordinary course.\"\"The check, and your note, should reach\nthe Trust Company in the same mail to-morrow morning; they can be\ndepended upon to wire promptly, I presume?\"\"Then, we may be able", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"It can't come too soon for us.\"\"You don't seem to like our hospitality,\" Jones observed.\"It's excellent of its sort, but we don't fancy the sort--you\nunderstand, monsieur.And then, too, it is frightfully expensive.\"\"We have done the best we could under the circumstances,\" he smiled.\"Until Saturday at the latest--meanwhile, permit me to offer you a very\nhopeful farewell.\"\"Why do you treat him so amiably?\"\"I couldn't, if I\nwould.\"It wouldn't help our case\nto be sullen--and it might make it much worse.I would gladly shoot\nhim, and hurrah over it, too, as I fancy you would do, but it does no\ngood to show it, now--when we _can't_ shoot him.\"\"But I'm glad I don't have to play the\npart.\"\"Elaine, I don't know how to thank you\nfor my freedom----\"\n\n\"Wait until you have it!\"\"Though there isn't a\ndoubt of the check being paid.\"The hallway is south of the bedroom.\"My grandfather, I know, will repay you with his entire fortune, but\nthat will be little----\"\n\nElaine stopped her further words by placing a hand over her mouth, and\nkissing her.\"Take it that the reward is for\nmy release, and that you were just tossed in for good measure--or, that\nit is a slight return for the pleasure of visiting you--or, that the\nmoney is a small circumstance to me--or, that it is a trifling sum to\npay to be saved the embarrassment of proposing to Geoffrey,\nmyself--or, take it any way you like, only, don't bother your pretty\nhead an instant more about it.In the slang of the day: 'Forget it,'\ncompletely and utterly, as a favor to me if for no other reason.\"\"I'll promise to forget it--until we're free,\" agreed Davila.\"And, in the meantime, let us have a look around this old boat,\" said\nElaine.\"You're nearer the door, will you open it?Davila tried the door--it refused to open.we will content ourselves with watching the Bay through the\nport hole, and when one wants to turn around the other can crawl up in\nher bunk.I'm going to write a book about this experience, some\ntime.--I wonder what Geoffrey and Colin are doing?\"she\nlaughed--\"running around like mad and stirring up the country, I\nreckon.\"XXI\n\nTHE JEWELS\n\n\nMacloud went to New York on the evening train.The bedroom is south of the garden.He carried Croyden's\npower of attorney with stock sufficient, when sold, to make up his\nshare of the cash.He had provided for his own share by a wire to his\nbrokers and his bank in Northumberland.He would reduce both amounts to one thousand dollar bills and hurry\nback to Annapolis to meet Croyden.But they counted not on the railroads,--or rather they did count on\nthem, and they were disappointed.A freight was derailed just south of\nHampton, tearing up", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Macloud's train was twelve\nhours late leaving Hampton.\"Don't croak, profissor,\" advised Barney.\"You're th' firrust mon Oi\niver saw thot wuz bound ter drown himsilf in thray fate av wather.\"Oh, laugh, laugh,\" snapped the little man, fiercely.\"I'll get even\nwith you for that some time!After supper they lay around and took things easy.Barney and Frank told\nstories till it was time to go to bed, and they finally turned in, first\nhaving barred the door and made sure the windows were securely fastened.They soon slept, but they were not to rest quietly through the night.Other mysterious things were soon to follow those of the day.The boys leaped to their feet, and the professor came tearing out of the\nbedroom, ran into the table, which he overturned with a great clatter of\ndishes, reeled backward, and sat down heavily on the floor, where he\nrubbed his eyes, and muttered:\n\n\"I thought that fire engine was going to run me down before I could get\nout of the way.\"\"Who ever heard of a fire engine\nin the heart of the Florida Everglades?\"\"Oi herrud th' gong,\" declared Barney.The bathroom is west of the garden.\"I heard something that sounded like a fire gong,\" admitted Frank.\"Pwhat was it, Oi dunno?\"\"It seemed to come from beneath the head of the bed in there,\" said\nScotch.\"An' Oi thought I herrud it under me couch out here,\" gurgled Barney.\"We will light a candle, and look around,\" said Frank.A candle was lighted, and they looked for the cause of the midnight\nalarm, but they found nothing that explained the mystery.\"It's afther gettin' away from here we'd\nbetter be, mark me worrud.\"\"It's spooks there be around this place, ur Oi'm mistaken!\"\"Oh, I've heard enough about spooks!The professor was silent, but he shook his head in a very mysterious\nmanner, as if he thought a great many things he did not care to speak\nabout.They had been thoroughly awakened, but, after a time, failing to\ndiscover what had aroused them, they decided to return to bed.Five minutes after they lay down, Frank and the professor were brought\nto their feet by a wild howl and a thud.They rushed out of the bedroom,\nand nearly fell over Barney, who was lying in the middle of the floor,\nat least eight feet from the couch.palpitated the Irish lad, thickly.The kitchen is east of the garden.\"Oi wur jist beginning to get slapy whin something grabbed me an' threw\nme clan out here in th' middle av th' room.\"\"Oi'll swear to it, Frankie--Oi'll swear on a stack av Boibles.\"\"You dreamed it, Barney; that's what's the matter.\"\"Nivver a drame, me b'y, fer Oi wasn't aslape at all, at all.\"\"But you may have been asleep, for you say you were beginning to get\nsleep", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"Oi dunno about thot, Frankie.Oi'm incloined to belave th' Ould B'y's\naround, so Oi am.\"\"Nivver a bit will Oi troy to slape on thot couch again th' noight, me\nb'y.Oi'll shtay roight here on th' flure.\"\"Sleep where you like, but keep still.Frank was somewhat nettled by these frequent interruptions of his rest,\nand he was more than tempted to give Barney cause to believe the hut was\nreally haunted, for he was an expert ventriloquist, and he could have\nindulged in a great deal of sport with the Irish boy.But other things were soon to take up their attention.While they were\ntalking a strange humming arose on every side and seemed to fill the\nentire hut.At first, it was like a swarm of bees, but it grew louder\nand louder till it threatened to swell into a roar.Professor Scotch was nearly frightened out of his wits.The kitchen is east of the garden.he shrieked, making a wild dash for the\ndoor, which he flung wide open.But the professor did not rush out of the cabin.Instead, he flung up\nhis hands, staggered backward, and nearly fell to the floor.he faintly gasped, clutching at empty air for\nsupport.Frank sprang forward, catching and steadying the professor.Sure enough, on the dark surface of the water, directly in front of the\nhut, lay the mysterious canoe.And now this singular craft was illuminated from stem to stern by a\nsoft, white light that showed its outlines plainly.\"Sint Patherick presarve us!\"\"I am getting tired of being chased around by a canoe!\"said Frank, in\ndisgust, as he hastily sought one of the rifles.\"Av yer do, our goose is cooked!\"Frank threw a fresh cartridge into the rifle, and turned toward the open\ndoor, his mind fully made up.And then, to the profound amazement of all three, seated in the canoe\nthere seemed to be an old man, with white hair and long, white beard.The soft, white light seemed to come from every part of his person, as\nit came from the canoe.Frank Merriwell paused, with the rifle partly lifted.\"It's th' spook himsilf!\"gasped Barney, covering his face with his\nhands, and clinging to the professor.\"For mercy's sake, don't shoot,\nFrank!Frank was startled and astonished, but he was determined not to lose his\nnerve, no matter what happened.The man in the canoe seemed to be looking directly toward the cabin.He\nslowly lifted one hand, and pointed away across the Everglades, at the\nsame time motioning with the other hand, as if for them to go in that\ndirection.\"I'll just send a bullet over his head, to see what he thinks of it,\"\nsaid Frank, softly, lifting the rifle.Canoe and man disappeared in the twinkling of an eye!The kitchen is west of the office.The trio in the hut gasped and rubbed their eyes.\"An' now Oi suppose ye'll say it wur no ghost?\"It was", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"It is evident he did not care to have me send a bullet whizzing past\nhis ears,\" laughed Frank, who did not seem in the least disturbed.demanded Professor Scotch, in a shaking\ntone of voice.Sometimes he would say good morning to Stephen\nand Richter, and sometimes he would not.Whipple was out a great\npart of the day, and he had many visitors.Like\na great specialist (which he was), he would see only one person at a\ntime.And Stephen soon discovered that his employer did not discriminate\nbetween age or sex, or importance, or condition of servitude.In short,\nStephen's opinion of Judge Whipple altered very materially before the\nend of that first week.The garden is east of the kitchen.He saw poor women and disconsolate men go into\nthe private room ahead of rich citizens, who seemed content to wait\ntheir turn on the hard wooden chairs against the wall of the main\noffice.There was one incident in particular, when a well-dressed\ngentleman of middle age paced impatiently for two mortal hours after\nShadrach had taken his card into the sanctum.When at last he had been\nadmitted, Mr.It was that of a\nbig railroad man from the East.The transom let out the true state of\naffairs.\"See here, Callender,\" the Judge was heard to say, \"you fellows don't\nlike me, and you wouldn't come here unless you had to.But when your\nroad gets in a tight place, you turn up and expect to walk in ahead of\nmy friends.No, sir, if you want to see me, you've got to wait.\"Callender made some inaudible reply, \"Money!\"roared the Judge,\n\"take your money to Stetson, and see if you win your case.\"Richter smiled at Stephen, as if in sheer happiness at this\nvindication of an employer who had never seemed to him to need a\ndefence.Stephen was greatly drawn toward this young German with the great scar\non his pleasant face.And he was itching to know about that scar.The garden is west of the bedroom.Every day, after coming in from dinner, Richter lighted a great brown\nmeerschaum, and read the St.Louis 'Anzeiger' and the 'Westliche Post'.Often he sang quietly to himself:\n\n          \"Deutschlands Sohne\n          Laut ertone\n          Euer Vaterlandgesang.Du Land des Ruhmes,\n          Weih' zu deines Heiligthumes\n          Hutern, uns and unser Schwert.\"And some wonderful quality in the German's\nvoice gave you a thrill when you heard them, albeit you could not\nunderstand the words.Richter never guessed how Stephen, with his eyes\non his book, used to drink in those airs.And presently he found out\nthat they were inspired.The day that the railroad man called, and after he and the Judge had\ngone out together, the ice was broken.\"You Americans from the", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Richter, as he put on his coat.The Judge, at first I could not comprehend him--he would\nscold and scold.But one day I see that his heart is warm, and since\nthen I love him.Have you ever eaten a German dinner, Mr.It was raining, the streets ankle-deep in mud, and the beer-garden by\nthe side of the restaurant to which they went was dreary and bedraggled.The bedroom is east of the office.Inside, to all intents and\npurposes, it was Germany.A most genial host crossed the room to give\nMr.Richter a welcome that any man might have envied.\"We were all 'Streber' together, in Germany,\" said Richter.\"Strivers, you might call it in English.In the Vaterland those who\nseek for higher and better things--for liberty, and to be rid of\noppression--are so called.That is why we fought in '48 and lost.And\nthat is why we came here, to the Republic.I fear I will never be\nthe great lawyer--but the striver, yes, always.We must fight once more\nto be rid of the black monster that sucks the blood of freedom--vampire.\"I fear,--yes, I fear,\" said the German, shaking his head.cried Richter, with a flash of anger in his blue eyes\nthat died as suddenly as it came,--died into reproach.\"Call me not a\nforeigner--we Germans will show whether or not we are foreigners when\nthe time is ripe.Your\nancestors founded it, and fought for it, that the descendants of mine\nmight find a haven from tyranny.My friend, one-half of this city is\nGerman, and it is they who will save it if danger arises.You must come\nwith me one night to South St.You will not think of us as foreign\nswill, but as patriots who love our new Vaterland even as you love it.The office is east of the kitchen.You must come to our Turner Halls, where we are drilling against the\ntime when the Union shall have need of us.\"exclaimed Stephen, in still greater\nastonishment.The German's eloquence had made him tingle, even as had\nthe songs.answered Richter, smiling and holding up his glass\nof beer.\"You will come to a 'commerce', and see.\"This is not our blessed Lichtenhainer, that we drink at Jena.One may\nhave a pint of Lichtenhainer for less than a groschen at Jena.Aber,\"\nhe added as he rose, with a laugh that showed his strong teeth, \"we\nAmericans are rich.\"As Stephen's admiration for his employer grew, his fear of him waxed\ngreater likewise.The Judge's methods of teaching law were certainly not\nHarvard's methods.For a fortnight he paid as little attention to the\nyoung man as he did to the messengers who came with notes and cooled\ntheir heels in the outer office until it became the Judge's pleasure to\nanswer them.But he stuck to\nhis Chitty and his Greenleaf and his Kent.It was Richter who advised\nhim to buy", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "There came a\nfearful hour of judgment.Whipple\ndescended out of a clear sky, and instantly the law terms began to\nrattle in Stephen's head like dried peas in a can.It was the Old Style\nof Pleading this time, without a knowledge of which the Judge declared\nwith vehemence that a lawyer was not fit to put pen to legal cap.\"First,\" said Stephen, \"was the Declaration.The bedroom is north of the kitchen.The answer to that was the\nPlea.Then came the Rejoinder,\nthen the Surrejoinder, then the Rebutter, then the Surrebutter.But they\nrarely got that far,\" he added unwisely.\"A good principle in Law, sir,\" said the Judge, \"is not to volunteer\ninformation.\"It\nwill go so far at least toward paying for his absinthe.He is hungry,\nbut it is the absinthe for which he is working.He is a \"marchand de\nmegots\"; it is his profession.[Illustration: TERRACE TAVERNE DU PANTHEON]\n\nOne finds every type of restaurant, tavern, and cafe along the \"Boul'\nMiche.\"There are small restaurants whose plat du jour might be traced\nto some faithful steed finding a final oblivion in a brown sauce and\nonions--an important item in a course dinner, to be had with wine\nincluded for one franc fifty.There are brasseries too, gloomy by day\nand brilliant by night (dispensing good Munich beer in two shades, and\nGerman and French food), whose rich interiors in carved black oak,\nimitation gobelin, and stained glass are never half illumined until the\nlights are lit.[Illustration: A \"TYPE\"]\n\nAll day, when the sun blazes, and the awnings are down, sheltering those\nchatting on the terrace, the interiors of these brasseries appear dark\nand cavernous.The clientele is somber too, and in keeping with the place; silent\npoets, long haired, pale, and always writing; serious-minded lawyers,\nlunching alone, and fat merchants who eat and drink methodically.Then there are bizarre cafes, like the d'Harcourt, crowded at night with\nnoisy women tawdry in ostrich plumes, cheap feather boas, and much\nrouge.The hallway is south of the kitchen.The d'Harcourt at midnight is ablaze with light, but the crowd is\ncommon and you move on up the boulevard under the trees, past the shops\nfull of Quartier fashions--velvet coats, with standing collars buttoning\nclose under the chin; flamboyant black silk scarfs tied in a huge bow;\nqueer broad-brimmed, black hats without which no \"types\" wardrobe is\ncomplete.On the corner facing the square, and opposite the Luxembourg gate, is\nthe Taverne du Pantheon.This is the most brilliant cafe and restaurant\nof the Quarter, forming a V with its long terrace, at the corner of the\nboulevard and the rue Soufflot, at the head of which towers the superb\nd", "question": "What is the kitchen north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The bedroom is south of the hallway.[Illustration: (view of Pantheon from Luxembourg gate)]\n\nIt is 6 P.M.and the terrace, four rows deep with little round tables,\nis rapidly filling.The white-aproned garcons are hurrying about or\nsqueezing past your table, as they take the various orders.\"Deux pernod nature, deux!\"cries another, and presently the \"Omnibus\"\nin his black apron hurries to your table, holding between his knuckles,\nby their necks, half a dozen bottles of different aperitifs, for it is\nhe who fills your glass.[Illustration: ALONG THE \"BOUL' MICHE\"]\n\nIt is the custom to do most of one's correspondence in these cafes.The\ngarcon brings you a portfolio containing note-paper, a bottle of violet\nink, an impossible pen that spatters, and a sheet of pink blotting-paper\nthat does not absorb.With these and your aperitif, the place is yours\nas long as you choose to remain.No one will ask you to \"move on\" or pay\nthe slightest attention to you.Should you happen to be a cannibal chief from the South Seas, and dine\nin a green silk high hat and a necklace of your latest captive's teeth,\nyou would occasion a passing glance perhaps, but you would not be a\nsensation.[Illustration: (hotel sign)]\n\nCeleste would say to Henriette:\n\n\"Regarde ca, Henriette!est-il drole, ce sauvage?\"And Henriette would reply quite assuringly:\n\n\"Eh bien quoi!c'est pas si extraordinaire, il est peut-etre de\nMadagascar; il y en a beaucoup a Paris maintenant.\"There is no phase of character, or eccentricity of dress, that Paris has\nnot seen.Nor will your waiter polish off the marble top of your table, with the\nhope that your ordinary sensibility will suggest another drink.It would\nbe beneath his professional dignity as a good garcon de cafe.The two\nsous you have given him as a pourboire, he is well satisfied with, and\nexpresses his contentment in a \"merci, monsieur, merci,\" the final\nsyllable ending in a little hiss, prolonged in proportion to his\nsatisfaction.After this just formality, you will find him ready to see\nthe point of a joke or discuss the current topics of the day.He is\nintelligent, independent, very polite, but never servile.The garden is north of the hallway.[Illustration: (woman walking near fountain)]\n\nIt is difficult now to find a vacant chair on the long terrace.A group\nof students are having a \"Pernod,\" after a long day's work at the\natelier.They finish their absinthe and then, arm in arm, start off to\nMadame Poivret's for dinner.It is cheap there; besides, the little\n\"boite,\" with its dingy room and sawdust floor, is a favorite haunt of\ntheirs, and the good", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "At your left sits a girl in bicycle bloomers, yellow-tanned shoes, and\nshort black socks pulled up snug to her sunburned calves.She has just\nridden in from the Bois de Boulogne, and has scorched half the way back\nto meet her \"officier\" in pale blue.Farther on are four older men, accompanied by a pale, sweet-faced woman\nof thirty, her blue-black hair brought in a bandeau over her dainty\nears.She is the model of the gray-haired man on the left, a man of\nperhaps fifty, with kindly intelligent eyes and strong, nervous,\nexpressive hands--hands that know how to model a colossal Greek\nwar-horse, plunging in battle, or create a nymph scarcely a foot high\nout of a lump of clay, so charmingly that the French Government has not\nonly bought the nymph, but given him a little red ribbon for his pains.[Illustration: (omnibus)]\n\nHe is telling the others of a spot he knows in Normandy, where one can\npaint--full of quaint farm-houses, with thatched roofs; picturesque\nroadsides, rich in foliage; bright waving fields, and cool green\nwoods, and purling streams; quaint gardens, choked with lavender and\nroses and hollyhocks--and all this fair land running to the white sand\nof the beach, with the blue sea beyond.He will write to old Pere\nJaqueline that they are all coming--it is just the place in which to\npose a model \"en plein air,\"--and Suzanne, his model, being a Normande\nherself, grows enthusiastic at the thought of going down again to the\nsea.Long before she became a Parisienne, and when her beautiful hair\nwas a tangled shock of curls, she used to go out in the big boats,\nwith the fisherwomen--barefooted, brown, and happy.She tells them of\nthose good days, and then they all go into the Taverne to dine, filled\nwith the idea of the new trip, and dreaming of dinners under the\ntrees, of \"Tripes a la mode de Caen,\" Normandy cider, and a lot of new\nsketches besides.[Illustration: (shop front)]\n\nAlready the tables within are well filled.If\nAmy had claims on Burt, why had she not spoken of them?why had she\npermitted her for whom she professed such strong friendship to drift\nalmost wholly unwarned upon so sad a fate?The bathroom is west of the office.The kitchen is east of the office.and why was she now clearly\ntrying to bring together Burt and the one to whom even he felt that he\nhad no right to speak in more than a friendly manner?While she was\nmaking such immense sacrifices to be true, she felt that Amy was\nmaintaining an unfair reticence, if not actually beguiling herself and\nBurt into a display of weakness for which they would be condemned--or, at\nleast, he would be, and love identifies itself with its object.These\nthoughts, having once been admitted, grew upon her mind rapidly, for it\nis hard to suffer through", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Therefore she was silent when she took her seat by Amy, and when the\nlatter gave her a look that was like a caress, she did not return it.\"You are tired, Gertrude,\" Amy began gently.You\nmust stay with me to-night, and I'll watch over you like Sairy Gamp.\"So far from responding to Amy's playful and friendly words, Miss Hargrove\nsaid, hastily,\n\n\"Oh, no, I had better go right on home.I don't feel very well, and shall\nbe better at home; and I must begin to get ready to-morrow for my return\nto the city.\"Amy would not be repulsed, but, putting her arm around her friend, she\nlooked into her eyes, and asked:\n\n\"Why are you so eager to return to New York?Are you tiring of your\ncountry friends?You certainly told me that you expected to stay till\nNovember.\"\"Fred must go back to school to-morrow,\" said Gertrude, in a constrained\nvoice, \"and I do not think it is well to leave him alone in the city\nhouse.\"\"You are withdrawing your confidence from me,\" said Amy, sadly.If you had, I should not be the unhappy girl I am-to-night.Well,\nsince you wish to know the whole truth you shall.You said you could\ntrust me implicitly, and I promised to deserve your trust.If you had\nsaid to me that Burt was bound to you when I told you that I was\nheart-whole and fancy-free, I should have been on my guard.Is it natural\nthat I should be indifferent to the man who risked his life to save mine?Why have you left me so long in his society without a hint of warning?I shall not try to snatch happiness from\nanother.\"Johnnie's tuneful little voice was piping a song, and the rumble of the\nwheels over a stony road prevented Maggie, on the last seat, from hearing\nanything.\"Now you _shall_ stay with me\nto-night,\" she said.See, Burt has\nturned, and is coming toward us.I pledge you my word he can never be to\nme more than a brother.The kitchen is south of the office.I do not love him except as a brother, and never\nhave, and you can snatch no happiness from me, except by treating me with\ndistrust and going away.\"\"Oh, Amy,\" began Miss Hargrove, in tones and with a look that gave\nevidence of the chaotic bewilderment of her mind.We are not very lonely, thank you, Mr.You look, as far as I\ncan see you through the dusk, as if you were commiserating us as poor\nforlorn creatures, but we have some resources within ourselves.\"The garden is south of the kitchen.We are the forlorn creatures who have\nno resources.I assure you we are very simple,\nhonest people.\"\"In that case I shall have no fears, but clamber in at once.I feel as if\nI had been on a twenty-mile tramp.\"\"What an implied compliment to our exhilarating society!\"\"Indeed there is--a very strong one.I've", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"Maggie,\" cried Amy, \"do take care of Burt; he's going to faint.\"\"He must wait till we come to the next brook, and then we'll put him in\nit.\"\"Webb,\" said Amy, looking over her shoulder at the young man, who was now\nfollowing the carriage, \"is there anything the matter with you, also?\"\"Oh, your trouble, whatever it may be, is chronic.Well, well, to think\nthat we poor women may be the only survivors of this tremendous\nexpedition.\"\"That would be most natural--the survival of the fittest, you know.\"Science is uppermost in your mind, as\never.You ought to live a thousand years, Webb, to see the end of all\nyour theories.\"\"I fear it wouldn't be the millennium for me, and that I should have more\nperplexing theories at its end than now.\"\"That's the way with men--they are never satisfied,\" remarked Miss\nHargrove.Clifford, this is your expedition, and it's getting so\ndark that I shall feel safer if you are driving.\"\"Oh, Gertrude, you have no confidence in me whatever.As if I would break\nyour neck--or heart either!\"\"You are a very mysterious little woman,\" was the reply, given in like\nmanner, \"and need hours of explanation.\"Clifford,\nI've much more confidence in you than in Amy.Her talk is so giddy that I\nwant a sober hand on the reins.\"The kitchen is west of the garden.\"I want one to drive who can see his way, not feel it,\" was the laughing\nresponse.Amy, too, was laughing silently, as she reined in the horses.\"What are you\ntwo girls giggling about?\"\"The\nidea of two such refined creatures giggling!\"\"Well,\" exclaimed Webb, \"what am I to do?I can't stand up between you\nand drive.\"\"Gertrude, you must clamber around and sustain Burt's drooping spirits.\"\"Indeed, Amy, you must know best how to do that,\" was the reply.\"As\nguest, I claim a little of the society of the commander-in-chief.The kitchen is east of the bedroom.\"I'll solve the vexed question,\" said Burt, much nettled, and leaping\nout.\"Now, Burt, the question isn't vexed, and don't you be,\" cried Amy,\nspringing lightly over to the next seat.\"There are Fred and Alf, too,\nwith the gun.Let us all get home as soon as possible, for it's nearly\ntime for supper already.Come, I shall feel much hurt if you don't keep\nme company.\"Burt at once realized the absurdity of showing pique, although he felt\nthat there was something in the air which he did not understand.He came\nback laughing, with much apparent good-nature, and saying, \"I thought I'd\nsoon bring one or the other of you to terms.\"said Amy, with difficulty restraining a\nnew burst of merriment.They soon reached the summit, and paused to give the horses a breathing.It is an account _of Moneys", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "and James II._, and\nis edited by Mr.in the possession of William Selby\nLowndes, Esq.Of the value of the book as materials towards illustrating\nthe history of the period over which the payments extend, namely from\nMarch 1679 to December 1688, there can be as little doubt, as there can\nbe that but for the Camden Society it never could have been published.As a publishing speculation it could not have tempted any bookseller;\neven if its owner would have consented to its being so given to the\nworld: and yet that in the simple entries of payments to the Duchess of\nPortsmouth, to \"Mrs.Ellinor Gwynne,\" to \"Titus Oates,\" to the\nPendrells, &c., will be found much to throw light upon many obscure\npassages of this eventful period of our national history, it is probable\nthat future editions of Mr.Macaulay's brilliant narrative of it will\nafford ample proof._The Antiquarian Etching Club_, which was instituted two or three years\nsince for the purpose of rescuing from oblivion, and preserving by means\nof the graver, objects of antiquarian interest, has just issued the\nfirst part of its publications for 1851.The bedroom is south of the kitchen.This contains twenty-one plates\nof various degrees of merit, but all of great interest to the antiquary,\nwho looks rather for fidelity of representation than for artistic\neffect.CATALOGUES RECEIVED.--G.High Holborn), Catalogue, Part\nLI., containing many singularly Curious Books; James Darling's (Great\nQueen Street, Lincoln's Inn Fields) Catalogue, Part 49. of Books chiefly\nTheological.BOOKS AND ODD VOLUMES WANTED TO PURCHASE.ALBERT LUNEL, a Novel in 3 Vols.ADAMS' SERMON ON THE OBLIGATION OF VIRTUE.ENGRAVED PORTRAITS OF BISHOP BUTLER.DENS' THEOLOGIA MORALIS ET DOGMATICA.and V.\n\nART JOURNAL.Pilgrims of the\nRhine, Alice, and Zanoni.KIRBY'S BRIDGEWATER TREATISE.The _Second Vol._ of CHAMBER'S CYCLOPAEDIA OF ENGLISH LITERATURE.MITFORD'S HISTORY OF GREECE, continued by Davenport.Published by Tegg and Son, 1835.The kitchen is south of the hallway.L'ABBE DE SAINT PIERRE, PROJET DE PAIX PERPETUELLE.AIKIN'S SELECT WORKS OF THE BRITISH POETS.CAXTON'S REYNARD THE FOX (Percy Society Edition).Deux Livres de la Haine de Satan et des Malins Esprits\ncontre l'Homme.CHEVALIER RAMSAY, ESSAI DE POLITIQUE, ou l'on traite de la Necessite, de\nl'Origine, des Droits, des Bornes et des differentes Formes de la\nSouverainete, selon les Principes de l'Auteur de Telemaque.", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "La Haye, without date, but printed in 1719.Second Edition, under the title \"Essai Philosophique sur le\nGouvernement Civil, selon les Principes de Fenelon,\" 12mo.THE CRY OF THE OPPRESSED, being a True and Tragical Account of the\nunparalleled Sufferings of Multitudes of Poor Imprisoned Debtors, &c.\nLondon, 1691.MARKHAM'S HISTORY OF FRANCE.MARKHAM'S HISTORY OF ENGLAND.HUME'S HISTORY OF ENGLAND.RUSSELL'S EUROPE FROM THE PEACE OF UTRECHT.[Star symbol] Letters, stating particulars and lowest price,\n  _carriage free_, to be sent to MR.BELL, Publisher of \"NOTES AND\n  QUERIES,\" 186.The bedroom is south of the kitchen._We cannot say whether the Queries referred to by our\ncorrespondent have been received, unless he informs us to what subjects\nthey related._\n\nC. P. PH*** _is thanked for his corrigenda to_ Vol._The proper reading of the line referred to, which is from Nat.The kitchen is south of the garden.Lee's_ Alexander the Great, _is_,--\n\n      \"When Greeks joined Greeks, then was the tug of war.\"_See_ \"NOTES AND QUERIES,\" No._The oft quoted lines_,--\n\n      \"He that fights and runs away,\" &c.,\n\n_by Sir John Menzies, have already been fully illustrated in our\ncolumns.'s _communication respecting this family_,\nNo.469., _for_ \"-_a_pham\" _and_ \"Me_a_pham\" read \"-_o_pham\"\n_and_ \"Me_o_pham.\"CIRCULATION OF OUR PROSPECTUSES BY CORRESPONDENTS._The suggestion of_\nT. E. H., _that by way of hastening the period when we shall be\njustified in permanently enlarging our Paper to 24 pages, we should\nforward copies of our_ PROSPECTUS _to correspondents who would kindly\nenclose them to such friends as they think likely, from their love of\nliterature, to become subscribers to_ \"NOTES AND QUERIES,\" _has already\nbeen acted upon by several friendly correspondents, to whom we are\ngreatly indebted.We shall be most happy to forward Prospectuses for\nthis purpose to any other of our friends able and willing thus to assist\ntowards increasing our circulation._\n\nREPLIES RECEIVED.--_Trepidation talked--Carling Sunday--To learn by\nHeart--Abel represented with Horns--Moore's Almanack--Dutch\nLiterature--Prenzie--Pope Joan--Death--Gillingham--Lines on the\nTemple--Champac--Children at a Birth--Mark for a Dollar--Window\nTax--Tradescants--Banks Family--A regular Mull--Theory of the Earth's\nForm--Heronsewes--Verse Lyon--Brittanicus--By the Bye--Bald", "question": "What is the kitchen north of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "_and_ II., _each with very copious Index, may still be had,\nprice 9s.each._\n\nNOTES AND QUERIES _may be procured, by order, of all Booksellers and\nNewsvenders.It is published at noon on Friday, so that our country\nSubscribers ought not to experience any difficulty in procuring it\nregularly.Many of the country Booksellers, &c., are, probably, not yet\naware of this arrangement, which will enable them to receive_ NOTES AND\nQUERIES _in their Saturday parcels._\n\n_All communications for the Editor of_ NOTES AND QUERIES _should be\naddressed to the care of_ MR.Just published, in One handsome Volume, 8vo., profusely\nillustrated with Engravings by JEWITT, price One Guinea,\n\n  SOME ACCOUNT OF DOMESTIC ARCHITECTURE IN ENGLAND, from the\n  CONQUEST to the END of the THIRTEENTH CENTURY, with numerous\n  Illustrations of Existing Remains from Original Drawings.Interspersed with some Notices of Domestic Manners during the same\n  Period.By T. HUDSON TURNER.Oxford: JOHN HENRY PARKER; and 377.THE LANSDOWNE SHAKSPEARE.\"I'll pay you back one o' these days, if I can.If you'd got a rope round your neck same as I 'ave you'd do the same as\nI've done.\"He lifted up the bedclothes and put Ginger inside and tucked 'im up.Ginger's face was red with passion and 'is eyes starting out of his 'ead.The garden is east of the bedroom.\"Eight and six is fifteen,\" ses Bill, and just then he 'eard somebody\ncoming up the stairs.Ginger 'eard it, too, and as Peter Russet came\ninto the room 'e tried all 'e could to attract 'is attention by rolling\n'is 'ead from side to side.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.\"Why, 'as Ginger gone to bed?\"\"He's all right,\" ses Bill; \"just a bit of a 'eadache.\"Peter stood staring at the bed, and then 'e pulled the clothes off and\nsaw pore Ginger all tied up, and making awful eyes at 'im to undo him.\"I 'ad to do it, Peter,\" ses Bill.\"I wanted some more money to escape\nwith, and 'e wouldn't lend it to me.I 'aven't got as much as I want\nnow.You just came in in the nick of time.Another minute and you'd ha'\nmissed me.\"Ah, I wish I could lend you some, Bill,\" ses Peter Russet, turning pale,\n\"but I've 'ad my pocket picked; that's wot I came back for, to get some\nfrom Ginger.\"\"You see 'ow it is, Bill,\" ses Peter, edging back toward the door; \"three\nmen laid 'old of me and took every farthing I'd got.\"\"Well, I can't rob you, then,\" ses Bill, catching 'old of 'im", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The office is south of the garden.\"Whoever's money this is,\" he ses, pulling a handful out o' Peter's\npocket, \"it can't be yours.Now, if you make another sound I'll knock\nyour 'ead off afore I tie you up.\"\"Don't tie me up, Bill,\" ses Peter, struggling.The kitchen is south of the office.\"I can't trust you,\" ses Bill, dragging 'im over to the washstand and\ntaking up the other towel; \"turn round.\"Peter was a much easier job than Ginger Dick, and arter Bill 'ad done 'im\n'e put 'im in alongside o' Ginger and covered 'em up, arter first tying\nboth the gags round with some string to prevent 'em slipping.\"Mind, I've only borrowed it,\" he ses, standing by the side o' the bed;\n\"but I must say, mates, I'm disappointed in both of you.If either of\nyou 'ad 'ad the misfortune wot I've 'ad, I'd have sold the clothes off my\nback to 'elp you.And I wouldn't 'ave waited to be asked neither.\"He stood there for a minute very sorrowful, and then 'e patted both their\n'eads and went downstairs.Ginger and Peter lay listening for a bit, and\nthen they turned their pore bound-up faces to each other and tried to\ntalk with their eyes.Then Ginger began to wriggle and try and twist the cords off, but 'e\nmight as well 'ave tried to wriggle out of 'is skin.The worst of it was\nthey couldn't make known their intentions to each other, and when Peter\nRusset leaned over 'im and tried to work 'is gag off by rubbing it up\nagin 'is nose, Ginger pretty near went crazy with temper.He banged\nPeter with his 'ead, and Peter banged back, and they kept it up till\nthey'd both got splitting 'eadaches, and at last they gave up in despair\nand lay in the darkness waiting for Sam.And all this time Sam was sitting in the Red Lion, waiting for them.He\nsat there quite patient till twelve o'clock and then walked slowly 'ome,\nwondering wot 'ad happened and whether Bill had gone.Ginger was the fust to 'ear 'is foot on the stairs, and as he came into\nthe room, in the darkness, him an' Peter Russet started shaking their bed\nin a way that scared old Sam nearly to death.He thought it was Bill\ncarrying on agin, and 'e was out o' that door and 'arf-way downstairs\nafore he stopped to take breath.He stood there trembling for about ten\nminutes, and then, as nothing 'appened, he walked slowly upstairs agin on\ntiptoe, and as soon as they heard the door creak Peter and Ginger made\nthat bed do everything but speak.ses old Sam, in a shaky voice, and standing ready\nto dash downstairs agin.There was no answer except for the bed, and Sam didn't know whether Bill\nwas dying or whether 'e 'ad got delirium trimmings.All 'e did know was\nthat 'e wasn't", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "He shut the door gently and\nwent downstairs agin, feeling in 'is pocket for a match, and, not finding\none, 'e picked out the softest stair 'e could find and, leaning his 'ead\nagin the banisters, went to sleep.[Illustration: \"Picked out the softest stair 'e could find.\"]The kitchen is south of the hallway.It was about six o'clock when 'e woke up, and broad daylight.He was\nstiff and sore all over, and feeling braver in the light 'e stepped\nsoftly upstairs and opened the door.Peter and Ginger was waiting for\n'im, and as he peeped in 'e saw two things sitting up in bed with their\n'air standing up all over like mops and their faces tied up with\nbandages.He was that startled 'e nearly screamed, and then 'e stepped\ninto the room and stared at 'em as if he couldn't believe 'is eyes.The hallway is south of the bedroom.\"Wot d'ye mean by making sights of\nyourselves like that?'Ave you took leave of your senses?\"Ginger and Peter shook their 'eads and rolled their eyes, and then Sam\nsee wot was the matter with 'em.Fust thing 'e did was to pull out 'is\nknife and cut Ginger's gag off, and the fust thing Ginger did was to call\n'im every name 'e could lay his tongue to.\"You wait a moment,\" he screams, 'arf crying with rage.\"You wait till I\nget my 'ands loose and I'll pull you to pieces.The idea o' leaving us\nlike this all night, you old crocodile.He cut off Peter Russet's gag, and Peter Russet\ncalled 'im 'arf a score o' names without taking breath.\"And when Ginger's finished I'll 'ave a go at you,\" he ses.\"Oh, you wait till I get my 'ands on\nyou.\"Sam didn't answer 'em; he shut up 'is knife with a click and then 'e sat\nat the foot o' the bed on Ginger's feet and looked at 'em.It wasn't the\nfust time they'd been rude to 'im, but as a rule he'd 'ad to put up with\nit.He sat and listened while Ginger swore 'imself faint.\"That'll do,\" he ses, at last; \"another word and I shall put the\nbedclothes over your 'ead.Afore I do anything more I want to know wot\nit's all about.\"Peter told 'im, arter fust calling 'im some more names, because Ginger\nwas past it, and when 'e'd finished old Sam said 'ow surprised he was\nat them for letting Bill do it, and told 'em how they ought to 'ave\nprevented it.He sat there talking as though 'e enjoyed the sound of 'is\nown voice, and he told Peter and Ginger all their faults and said wot\nsorrow it caused their friends.Twice he 'ad to throw the bedclothes\nover their 'eads because o' the noise they was making.[Illustration: \"Old Sam said 'ow surprised he was at them for", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "From\nthat moment all petty fears for an ordinary future quitted him.He felt\nthat he must be prepared for great sacrifices, for infinite suffering;\nthat there must devolve on him a bitter inheritance of obscurity,\nstruggle, envy, and hatred, vulgar prejudice, base criticism, petty\nhostilities, but the dawn would break, and the hour arrive, when the\nwelcome morning hymn of his success and his fame would sound and be\nre-echoed.He returned to his rooms; calm, resolute.He slept the deep sleep of\na man void of anxiety, that has neither hope nor fear to haunt his\nvisions, but is prepared to rise on the morrow collected for the great\nhuman struggle.Fresh, vigorous, not rash or precipitate, yet\ndetermined to lose no time in idle meditation, Coningsby already\nresolved at once to quit his present residence, was projecting a visit\nto some legal quarter, where he intended in future to reside, when his\nservant brought him a note.Coningsby, with\ngreat earnestness, to do her the honour and the kindness of calling on\nher at his earliest convenience, at the hotel in Brook Street where she\nnow resided.It was an interview which Coningsby would rather have avoided; yet it\nseemed to him, after a moment's reflection, neither just, nor kind, nor\nmanly, to refuse her request.She was, after\nall, his kin.Was it for a moment to be supposed that he was envious of\nher lot?He replied, therefore, that in an hour he would wait upon her.The bathroom is east of the bedroom.In an hour, then, two individuals are to be brought together whose first\nmeeting was held under circumstances most strangely different.Then\nConingsby was the patron, a generous and spontaneous one, of a being\nobscure, almost friendless, and sinking under bitter mortification.His favour could not be the less appreciated because he was the\nchosen relative of a powerful noble.That noble was no more; his vast\ninheritance had devolved on the disregarded, even despised actress,\nwhose suffering emotions Coningsby had then soothed, and whose fortune\nhad risen on the destruction of all his prospects, and the balk of all\nhis aspirations.Flora was alone when Coningsby was ushered into the room.The extreme\ndelicacy of her appearance was increased by her deep mourning; and\nseated in a cushioned chair, from which she seemed to rise with an\neffort, she certainly presented little of the character of a fortunate\nand prosperous heiress.The bedroom is east of the office.'You are very good to come to me,' she said, faintly smiling.Coningsby extended his hand to her affectionately, in which she placed\nher own, looking down much embarrassed.'You have an agreeable situation here,' said Coningsby, trying to break\nthe first awkwardness of their meeting.'Yes; but I hope not to stop here long?''No; I hope never to leave England!'There was a slight pause; and then Flora sighed and said,\n\n'I wish to speak to you on a subject that gives me pain; yet of which I\nmust speak.'I am", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "'It was not mine by any right, legal or moral.There were others who\nmight have urged an equal claim to it; and there are many who will now\nthink that you might have preferred a superior one.''You had enemies; I was not one.They sought to benefit themselves by\ninjuring you.They have not benefited themselves; let them not say that\nthey have at least injured you.''We will not care what they say,' said Coningsby; 'I can sustain my\nlot.'She sighed again with a downcast\nglance.Then looking up embarrassed and blushing deeply, she added, 'I\nwish to restore to you that fortune of which I have unconsciously and\nunwillingly deprived you.''The fortune is yours, dear Flora, by every right,' said Coningsby,\nmuch moved; 'and there is no one who wishes more fervently that it may\ncontribute to your happiness than I do.''It is killing me,' said Flora, mournfully; then speaking with unusual\nanimation, with a degree of excitement, she continued, 'I must tell what\nI feel.I am happy in the inheritance, if you\ngenerously receive it from me, because Providence has made me the means\nof baffling your enemies.I never thought to be so happy as I shall be\nif you will generously accept this fortune, always intended for you.I\nhave lived then for a purpose; I have not lived in vain; I have returned\nto you some service, however humble, for all your goodness to me in my\nunhappiness.'The kitchen is north of the garden.'You are, as I have ever thought you, the kindest and most\ntender-hearted of beings.But you misconceive our mutual positions,\nmy gentle Flora.The custom of the world does not permit such acts to\neither of us as you contemplate.It is left you by\none on whose affections you had the highest claim.I will not say\nthat so large an inheritance does not bring with it an alarming\nresponsibility; but you are not unequal to it.The garden is north of the hallway.You have a good heart; you have good sense; you have a\nwell-principled being.Your spirit will mount with your fortunes, and\nblend with them.'I shall soon learn to find content, if not happiness, from other\nsources,' said Coningsby; 'and mere riches, however vast, could at no\ntime have secured my felicity.''But they may secure that which brings felicity,' said Flora, speaking\nin a choking voice, and not meeting the glance of Coningsby.'You had\nsome views in life which displeased him who has done all this; they may\nbe, they must be, affected by this fatal caprice.Speak to me, for I\ncannot speak, dear Mr.Coningsby; do not let me believe that I, who\nwould sacrifice my life for your happiness, am the cause of such\ncalamities!''Whatever be my lot, I repeat I can sustain it,' said Coningsby, with a\ncheek of scarlet.he is angry with me,' exclaimed Flora; 'he is angry with me!'and\nthe tears stole down", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "dear Flora; I have no other feelings to you than those of\naffection and respect,' and Coningsby, much agitated, drew his chair\nnearer to her, and took her hand.'I am gratified by these kind wishes,\nthough they are utterly impracticable; but they are the witnesses of\nyour sweet disposition and your noble spirit.There never shall exist\nbetween us, under any circumstances, other feelings than those of kin\nand kindness.'When she saw that, she started, and seemed to\nsummon all her energies.'You are going,' she exclaimed, 'and I have said nothing, I have said\nnothing; and I shall never see you again.A simple rotation of crops,\ndevoting land previously in wheat to some other grain or to grass, will\nanswer instead of burning the stubble.\"The life history of the wheat bulb-worm (Meromyza Americana) was\ncompleted this year.The second or summer brood did decided injury to\nwheat in Fulton county, so many of the heads being killed that some of the\nfields looked gray at a little distance.This species was also injurious\nto rye, but much less so than to wheat.It certainly does not attack oats\nat all; fields of that grain raised where winter wheat had been destroyed\nby it, and plowed up, being entirely free from it, while wheat fields\nadjacent were badly damaged.We have good evidence that postponement of\nsowing to as late a date as possible prevents the ravages of this insect,\nin the same way as it does those of the Hessian Fly.The hallway is south of the bedroom.\"The common rose chafer (Macrodactylus subspinosus) greatly injured some\nfields of corn in Will county, the adult beetle devouring the leaves.\"The 'flea <DW64>-bug' (Thyreocoris pulicarius) was found injurious to\nwheat in Montgomery county, draining the sap from the heads before\nmaturity, so that the kernel shriveled and ripened prematurely.In parts\nof some fields the crop was thus almost wholly destroyed.\"The entomological record of the orchard and the fruit garden is not less\neventful than that of the farm.In extreme Southern Illinois, the forest\ntent caterpillar (Clislocampa sylvatica) made a frightful inroad upon the\napple orchard, absolutely defoliating every tree in large districts.It\nalso did great mischief to many forest trees.The kitchen is north of the bedroom.Its injuries to fruit might\nhave been almost wholly prevented, either by destroying the eggs upon the\ntwigs of the trees in autumn, as was successfully done by many, or by\nspraying the foliage of infested trees in spring with Paris green, or\nsimilar poison, as was done with the best effect and at but slight expense\nby Mr.Great numbers of these caterpillars\nwere killed by a contagious disease, which swept them off just as they\nwere ready to transform to the chrysalis; but vast quantities of the eggs\nare now upon the trees, ready to hatch in spring.\"A large apple orchard in Hancock county dropped a great part of its crop\non account of injuries done to the fruit by the plum cur", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "There is little question that these insects were\nforced to scatter through the apple orchard by the destruction, the\nprevious autumn, of an old peach orchard which had been badly infested by\nthem.The kitchen is north of the bedroom.\"In Southern strawberry fields, very serious loss was occasioned by the\ntarnished plant-bug (Lygus lineolaris), which I have demonstrated to be at\nleast a part of the cause of the damage known as the 'buttoning' of the\nberry.The dusky plant-bug (Deraecoris rapidus) worked upon the\nstrawberries in precisely the same manner and at the same time, in some\nfields being scarcely less abundant than the other.I have found that both\nthese species may be promptly and cheaply killed by pyrethrum, either\ndiluted with flour or suspended in water, and also by an emulsion of\nkerosene, so diluted with water that the mixture shall contain about 3 per\ncent of kerosene.\"The so-called'strawberry root-worm' of Southern Illinois proves to be\nnot one species merely, but three--the larvae of Colaspsis brunnae, Paria\naterrima and Scelodonta pubescens.The periods and life histories of these\nthree species are curiously different, so that they succeed each other in\ntheir attacks upon the strawberry roots, instead of competing for food at\nthe same time.The three together infest the plant during nearly the whole\ngrowing season--Colaspsis first, Paria next, and Scelodonta last.The\nbeetles all feed upon the leaves in July and August, and may then be\npoisoned with Paris green.\"The season has been specially characterized by the occurrence of several\nwidespread and destructive contagious diseases among insects.Elaborate\nstudies of these have demonstrated that they are due to bacteria and other\nparasitic fungi, that these disease germs may be artificially cultivated\noutside the bodies of the insects, and that when sown or sprinkled upon\nthe food of healthy individuals, the disease follows as a consequence.We\nhave in this the beginning of a new method of combating insect injuries\nwhich promises some useful results.\"The elegant equipment of coaches and sleepers being added to its various\nthrough routes is gaining it many friends.Its perfect track of steel, and solid road-bed, are a guarantee against\nthem.NICHOLS & MURPHY'S\nCENTENNIAL WIND MILL.[Illustration of a windmill]\n\nContains all the valuable features of his old \"Nichols Mills\" with none of\ntheir defects.This is the only balanced mill without a vane.The garden is south of the bedroom.It is the\nonly mill balanced on its center.It is the only mill built on correct\nscientific principles so as to govern perfectly.ALL VANES\n\nAre mechanical devices used to overcome the mechanical defect of forcing\nthe wheel to run out of its natural position.This mill will stand a heavier wind, run steadier, last longer, and crow\nlouder than any other mill built.Our confidence in the mill warrants us\nin offering the first mill in each county where we have no agent, at\nagents' prices and on", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Our power mills have 25 per cent\nmore power than any mill with a vane.We have also a superior feed mill\nadapted to wind or other power.For\ncirculars, mills, and agencies, address\n\nNICHOLS & MURPHY, Elgin, Ill.(Successors to the BATAVIA MANF.THE CHICAGO\n  DOUBLE HAY AND STRAW PRESS\n\n[Illustration of a straw press]\n\nGuaranteed to load more Hay or Straw in a box car than any other, and bale\nat a less cost per ton.Manufactured by\nthe Chicago Hay Press Co., Nos.3354 to 3358 State St., Chicago.DEDERICK'S HAY PRESSES.are sent anywhere on trial to operate against all other presses, the\ncustomer keeping the one that suits best.[Illustration of men working with a hay press]\n\nOrder on trial, address for circular and location of Western and Southern\nStorehouses and Agents.TAKE NOTICE.--As parties infringing our patents falsely claim premiums\nand superiority over Dederick's Reversible Perpetual Press.Now,\ntherefore, I offer and guarantee as follows:\n\nFIRST.That baling Hay with One Horse, Dederick's Press will bale to the\nsolidity required to load a grain car, twice as fast as the presses in\nquestion, and with greater ease to both horse and man at that.The Incense Master\npricked each yellow arm, to mingle human blood with the blood of the\nwhite cock; then, from a brazen vessel, filled the goblet to the brim.It passed from hand to hand, like a loving-cup.Each novice raised it,\nchanted some formula, and drank.Suddenly, in the pale face of the black image seated before the shrine,\nthe eyes turned, scanning the company with a cold contempt.The garden is east of the bathroom.The voice, level and ironic, was that of Fang, the Sword-Pen:--\n\n\"O Fragrant Ones, when shall the foreign monsters perish like this\ncock?\"A man in black, with a red wand, bowed and answered harshly:--\n\n\"The time, Great Elder Brother, draws at hand.\"The kitchen is east of the garden.\"The hour,\" replied the Red Wand, \"shall be when the Black Dog barks.\"Heywood pressed his ear against the chink, and listened, his five senses\nfused into one.No answer came, but presently a rapid, steady clicking, strangely\nfamiliar and commonplace.The Red Wand stood by the\nabacus, rattling the brown beads with flying fingers, like a shroff.Plainly, it was no real calculation, but a ceremony before the answer.The listener clapped his ear to the crevice.Would that answer, he\nwondered, be a month, a week, to-morrow?The shutter banged, the light streamed, down went Heywood against the\nplaster.Thick dregs from the goblet splashed on the tiles.A head, the\nflattened profile of the brisk man in yellow, leaned far out from the\nlittle port-hole.Grunting, he shook the inverted cup, let it d", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"He sees me,\" thought Heywood, and held himself ready, trembling.But\nthe fellow made no sign, the broad squat features no change.The pose\nwas that of vague, comfortable thought.Yet his vision seemed to rest,\ntrue as a plumb-line, on the hiding-place.Was he in doubt?--he could\nreach down lazily, and feel.Worst of all, the greenish pallor in the eastern sky had imperceptibly\nturned brighter; and now the ribbed edge of a roof, across the way,\nbegan to glow like incandescent silver.The head and the dangling goblet were slowly pulled in, just before the\nmoonlight, soft and sullen through the brown haze of the heat, stole\ndown the wall and spread upon the tiles.But\nHeywood drew a free breath: those eyes had been staring into vacancy.\"Now, then,\" he thought, and sat up to the cranny; for the rattle of the\nabacus had stopped.\"The counting is complete,\" announced the Red Wand slowly, \"the hours\nare numbered.The day--\"\n\nMovement, shadow, or nameless instinct, made the listener glance upward\nswiftly.He caught the gleam of yellow silk, the poise and downward jab,\nand with a great heave of muscles went shooting down the slippery\nchannel of the cock's blood.A spearhead grazed his scalp, and smashed\na tile behind him.As he rolled over the edge, the spear itself whizzed\nby him into the dark.\"The chap saw,\" he thought, in mid-air; \"beastly clever--all the time--\"\n\nHe landed on the spear-shaft, in a pile of dry rubbish, snatched up the\nweapon, and ran, dimly conscious of a quiet scurrying behind and above\nhim, of silent men tumbling after, and doors flung violently open.The garden is north of the bathroom.The office is south of the bathroom.He raced blindly, but whipped about the next corner, leaving the moon at\nhis back.Westward, somebody had told him, to the gate where\ndragons met.There had been no uproar; but running his hardest down the empty\ncorridors of the streets, he felt that the pack was gaining.Ahead\nloomed something gray, a wall, the end of a blind alley.Scale it, or\nmake a stand at the foot,--he debated, racing.Before the decision came,\na man popped out of the darkness.Heywood shifted his grip, drew back\nthe spear, but found the stranger bounding lightly alongside, and\nmuttering,--\n\n\"To the west-south, quick!I fool those who follow--\"\n\nObeying, Heywood dove to the left into the black slit of an alley, while\nthe other fugitive pattered straight on into the seeming trap, with a\nyelp of encouragement to the band who swept after.Heywood ran on, fell, rose and ran, fell again, losing\nhis spear.A pair of trembling hands eagerly helped him to his feet.\"My cozin's boy, he ron quick,\" said Wutzler.\"Dose fellows, dey not\ncatch him", "question": "What is the bathroom south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Wutzler, ready and certain of his\nground, led the tortuous way through narrow and greasy galleries, along\nthe side of a wall, and at last through an unlighted gate, free of\nthe town.In the moonlight he stared at his companion, cackled, clapped his\nthighs, and bent double in unholy convulsions.The hallway is south of the bedroom.\"Oh, I wait zo fearful, you\nkom zo fonny!\"For a while he clung, shaking, to the young man's arm.\"My friendt, zo fonny you look!At last he regained\nhimself, stood quiet, and added very pointedly, \"What did _yow_ lern?\"Phew!--Oh, I say, what did they mean?The man became, once more, as keen as\na gossip.\"I do not know,\" The conical hat wagged sagely.He\npointed across the moonlit spaces._Schlafen Sie wohl_.\"The two men wrung each other's hands.\"Shan't forget this, Wutz.\"\"Oh, for me--all you haf done--\" The outcast turned away, shaking his\nhead sadly.Never did Heywood's fat water-jar glisten more welcome than when he\ngained the vaulted bath-room.He ripped off his blood-stained clothes,\nscrubbed the sacrificial clots from his hair, and splashed the cool\nwater luxuriously over his exhausted body.When at last he had thrown a\nkimono about him, and wearily climbed the stairs, he was surprised to\nsee Rudolph, in the white-washed room ahead, pacing the floor and\nardently twisting his little moustache.The garden is north of the bedroom.As Heywood entered, he wheeled,\nstared long and solemnly.He stalked forward, and with his sound left\nhand grasped Heywood's right.\"This afternoon, you--\"\n\n\"My dear boy, it's too hot.\"This afternoon,\" he persisted, with tragic voice and eyes, \"this\nafternoon I nearly was killed.\"\"So was I.--Which seems to meet that.\"\"And when Ginger's finished I'll 'ave a go at you,\" he ses.\"Oh, you wait till I get my 'ands on\nyou.\"Sam didn't answer 'em; he shut up 'is knife with a click and then 'e sat\nat the foot o' the bed on Ginger's feet and looked at 'em.It wasn't the\nfust time they'd been rude to 'im, but as a rule he'd 'ad to put up with\nit.He sat and listened while Ginger swore 'imself faint.\"That'll do,\" he ses, at last; \"another word and I shall put the\nbedclothes over your 'ead.Afore I do anything more I want to know wot\nit's all about.\"Peter told 'im, arter fust calling 'im some more names, because Ginger\nwas past it, and when 'e'd finished old Sam said 'ow surprised he was\nat them for letting Bill do it, and told 'em how they ought to 'ave\nprevented", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "He sat there talking as though 'e enjoyed the sound of 'is\nown voice, and he told Peter and Ginger all their faults and said wot\nsorrow it caused their friends.Twice he 'ad to throw the bedclothes\nover their 'eads because o' the noise they was making.[Illustration: \"Old Sam said 'ow surprised he was at them for letting\nBill do it.\"]\"_Are you going--to undo--us?_\"  ses Ginger, at last.\"No, Ginger,\" ses old Sam; \"in justice to myself I couldn't do it.The hallway is east of the kitchen.Arter\nwot you've said--and arter wot I've said--my life wouldn't be safe.Besides which, you'd want to go shares in my money.\"He took up 'is chest and marched downstairs with it, and about 'arf an\nhour arterward the landlady's 'usband came up and set 'em free.As soon\nas they'd got the use of their legs back they started out to look for\nSam, but they didn't find 'im for nearly a year, and as for Bill, they\nnever set eyes on 'im again.End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Bill's Lapse, by W.W.Still, however, he\nwas fighting in retreat, and with all the disadvantages attending that\nmovement.The soldiers behind him, as they beheld the increasing number\nof enemies who poured over the morass, became unsteady; and, at every\nsuccessive movement, Major Allan and Lord Evandale found it more and more\ndifficult to bring them to halt and form line regularly, while, on the\nother hand, their motions in the act of retreating became, by degrees,\nmuch more rapid than was consistent with good order.As the retiring\nsoldiers approached nearer to the top of the ridge, from which in so\nluckless an hour they had descended, the panic began to increase.Every\none became impatient to place the brow of the hill between him and the\ncontinued fire of the pursuers; nor could any individual think it\nreasonable that he should be the last in the retreat, and thus sacrifice\nhis own safety for that of others.In this mood, several troopers set\nspurs to their horses and fled outright, and the others became so\nunsteady in their movements and formations, that their officers every\nmoment feared they would follow the same example.The bathroom is west of the kitchen.Amid this scene of blood and confusion, the trampling of the horses, the\ngroans of the wounded, the continued fire of the enemy, which fell in a\nsuccession of unintermitted musketry, while loud shouts accompanied each\nbullet which the fall of a trooper showed to have been successfully\naimed--amid all the terrors and disorders of such a scene, and when it\nwas dubious how soon they might be totally deserted by their dispirited\nsoldiery, Evandale could not forbear remarking the composure of his\ncommanding officer.Not at Lady Margaret's breakfast-table that morning\ndid his eye appear more lively, or his demeanour more composed.He had\nclosed up to Evandale for the purpose of giving some orders", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The hallway is west of the bathroom.\"If this bout lasts five minutes longer,\" he said, in a whisper, \"our\nrogues will leave you, my lord, old Allan, and myself, the honour of\nfighting this battle with our own hands.I must do something to disperse\nthe musketeers who annoy them so hard, or we shall be all shamed.Don't\nattempt to succour me if you see me go down, but keep at the head of your\nmen; get off as you can, in God's name, and tell the king and the council\nI died in my duty!\"So saying, and commanding about twenty stout men to follow him, he gave,\nwith this small body, a charge so desperate and unexpected, that he drove\nthe foremost of the pursuers back to some distance.In the confusion of\nthe assault he singled out Burley, and, desirous to strike terror into\nhis followers, he dealt him so severe a blow on the head, as cut through\nhis steel head-piece, and threw him from his horse, stunned for the\nmoment, though unwounded.A wonderful thing it was afterwards thought,\nthat one so powerful as Balfour should have sunk under the blow of a man,\nto appearance so slightly made as Claverhouse; and the vulgar, of course,\nset down to supernatural aid the effect of that energy, which a\ndetermined spirit can give to a feebler arm.Claverhouse had, in this\nlast charge, however, involved himself too deeply among the insurgents,\nand was fairly surrounded.Lord Evandale saw the danger of his commander, his body of dragoons being\nthen halted, while that commanded by Allan was in the act of retreating.Regardless of Claverhouse's disinterested command to the contrary, he\nordered the party which he headed to charge down hill and extricate their\nColonel.Some advanced with him--most halted and stood uncertain--many\nran away.With those who followed Evandale, he disengaged Claverhouse.His assistance just came in time, for a rustic had wounded his horse in a\nmost ghastly manner by the blow of a scythe, and was about to repeat the\nstroke when Lord Evandale cut him down.The kitchen is west of the hallway.As they got out of the press,\nthey looked round them.Allan's division had ridden clear over the hill,\nthat officer's authority having proved altogether unequal to halt them.Evandale's troop was scattered and in total confusion.\"We are the last men in the field, I think,\" said Claverhouse; \"and when\nmen fight as long as they can, there is no shame in flying.Hector\nhimself would say, 'Devil take the hindmost,' when there are but twenty\nagainst a thousand.--Save yourselves, my lads, and rally as soon as you\ncan.--Come, my lord, we must e'en ride for it.\"So saying, he put spurs to his wounded horse; and the generous animal, as\nif conscious that the life of his rider depended on his exertions,\npressed forward with speed, unabated either by pain or loss of blood.[Note:  Claverhouse's Charger.It appears,", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The author has been misled as to\n     the colour by the many extraordinary traditions current in Scotland\n     concerning Claverhouse's famous black charger, which was generally\n     believed to have been a gift to its rider from the Author of Evil,\n     who is said to have performed the Caesarean operation upon its dam.This horse was so fleet, and its rider so expert, that they are said\n     to have outstripped and coted, or turned, a hare upon the Bran-Law,\n     near the head of Moffat Water, where the descent is so precipitous,\n     that no merely earthly horse could keep its feet, or merely mortal\n     rider could keep the saddle.There is a curious passage in the testimony of John Dick, one of the\n     suffering Presbyterians, in which the author, by describing each of\n     the persecutors by their predominant qualities or passions, shows\n     how little their best-loved attributes would avail them in the great\n     day of judgment.The bathroom is east of the garden.When he introduces Claverhouse, it is to reproach\n     him with his passion for horses in general, and for that steed in\n     particular, which was killed at Drumclog, in the manner described in\n     the text:\n\n     \"As for that bloodthirsty wretch, Claverhouse, how thinks he to\n     shelter himself that day?The bedroom is east of the bathroom.Is it possible the pitiful thing can be so\n     mad as to think to secure himself by the fleetness of his horse, (a\n     creature he has so much respect for, that he regarded more the loss\n     of his horse at Drumclog, than all the men that fell there, and sure\n     there fell prettier men on either side than himself?)Yet this, he knew, was just what the world's educators did\nnot do.He could see now how in the world the religious instinct of\nthe child is early quenched, smothered into complete or partial\nextinction beneath the false tutelage of parents and teachers, to whom\nyears and adult stature are synonymous with wisdom, and who themselves\nhave learned to see the universe only through the opaque lenses of\nmatter and chance.\"If children were not falsely educated to know all manner of evil,\" he\nmused, \"what spiritual powers might they not develop in adult life,\npowers that are as yet not even imagined!But their primitive\nreligious instinct is regarded by the worldly-wise parent as but a\npart of the infant existence, which must soon give place to the more\nsolid and real beliefs and opinions which the world in general regards\nas established and conventional, even though their end is death.And\nso they teach their children to make evil real, even while admonishing\nthem to protect themselves against it and eventually so to rise as to\novercome it, little realizing that the carnal belief of the reality of\nevil which a child is taught to accept permeates its pure thought", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Jose determined that Carmen's education should be spiritual, largely\nbecause he knew, constituted as she was, it could not well be\notherwise.And he resolved that from his teachings she should glean\nnothing but happiness, naught but good.With his own past as a\ncontinual warning, he vowed first that never should the mental germ of\nfear be planted within this child's mind.He himself had cringed like\na coward before it all his desolate life.The bathroom is west of the hallway.And so his conduct had been\nconsistently slavish, specious, and his thought stamped with the brand\nof the counterfeit.He knew not how much longer he must struggle with\nit.But he knew that, if he would progress, the warfare must go on,\nuntil at length he should put it under his feet.His mind still bore\nthe almost ineradicable mold of the fear deeply graven into it by the\nignorant opinions, the worldly, material, unspiritual beliefs of his\ndear but unwise parents.His life had been hedged with baleful shadows\nbecause of it; and over every bright picture there hung its black\ndraping.As he looked back over the path along which he had come, he\ncould see every untoward event, every unhappiness and bitter\ndisappointment, as the externalization of fear in some form, the germ\nof which had been early planted in the fertile soil of his plastic\nbrain.Without it he might have risen to towering heights.Under its\ndomination he had sunk until the swirling stream of life had eddied\nhim upon the desolate shores of Simiti.In the hands of the less\nfearful he had been a puppet.In his own eyes he was a fear-shaped\nmanikin, the shadow of God's real man.The fear germ had multiplied\nwithin him a billionfold, and in the abundant crop had yielded a\nmental depression and deep-seated melancholy that had utterly stifled\nhis spirit and dried the marrow of his bones.But now Jose could draw from\nthem something salutary, something definite to shape and guide his\nwork with Carmen.She, at least, should not grow up the slave of\nfearsome opinions and beliefs born of dense ignorance.Nor should the\nbaseless figments of puerile religious systems find lodgment within\nher clear thought.The fear element, upon which so much of so-called\nChristian belief has been reared, and the damnable suggestions of hell\nand purgatory, of unpardonable sin and endless suffering, the\nstock-in-trade of poet, priest and prelate up to and overlapping our\npresent brighter day, should remain forever a closed volume to this\nchild, a book as wildly imaginative and as unacceptable as the fabled\ntravels of Maundeville.\"I believe,\" he would murmur to himself, as he strolled alone in the\ndusk beside the limpid lake, \"that if I could plant myself firmly on\nthe Scriptural statement that God is love, that He is good; and if I\ncould regard Him as infinite mind, while at the same time striving to\nrecognize no reality, no intelligence or life in things material, I\ncould eventuallyThe kitchen is west of the bathroom.", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "He had made a beginning when he strove to realize that man is not\nseparated from God; that God is not a far-off abstraction; and that\ninfinite mind is, as Carmen insisted, \"everywhere.\"\"It is only the five physical senses that tell us evil is real,\" he\nreflected.\"Indeed, without their testimony we would be utterly\nunconscious of evil!And I am convinced that their testimony is\nspecious, and that we see, hear, and feel only in thought, or in\nbelief.We think the sensations of seeing, hearing, and feeling come\nto us through the medium of these senses as outward, fleshly\ncontrivances, which in some way communicate with the mind and bridge\nthe gulf between the material and the mental.In reality, we do but\nsee, hear and feel _our own thoughts_!The hallway is west of the garden.The philosophers, many of them,\nsaid as much centuries ago.But--the human mind has been\nmesmerized, simply mesmerized!\"These things he pondered day by day, and watched to see them wrought\nout in the life of Carmen.The kitchen is west of the hallway.\"Ah, yes,\" he would sometimes say, as\nspiritual ideas unfolded to him, \"you evolve beautiful theories, my\ngood Jose, and you say many brave things.But, when the day of\njudgment comes, as it did when Juan brought you the news of the\nrevolution, then, alas!your theories fly to pieces, and you find\nyourself very human, very material, and your God hidden behind the\ndistant clouds.When the test comes, you find you cannot prove your\nbeliefs.\"Yet the man did not often indulge in self-condemnation, for somehow he\nknew his ideas were right.When he realized the character and specious\nnature of evil, and realized, too, that \"by thy words thou shalt be\njustified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned,\" he knew that the\nstirring up of evil by good, and the shaking of the ancient\nfoundations of carnal belief within his mentality, might mean fiery\ntrials, still awaiting him.And yet, the crown was for him who should\novercome.The false opinions of mankind, the ignorant\nbeliefs in matter and evil.For what, after all, is responsible for\nall the evil in this world of ours?\"And if I keep my nose buried forever in matter, how can I hope to see\nGod, who is Spirit?\"Lost Delight\"\n\n   After the Hazara War\n\n   I lie alone beneath the Almond blossoms,\n        Where we two lay together in the spring,\n   And now, as then, the mountain snows are melting,\n        This year, as last, the water-courses sing.That was another spring, and other flowers,\n        Hung, pink and fragile, on the leafless tree,\n   The land rejoiced in other running water,\n        And I rejoiced, because you were with me.You, with your soft eyes, darkly lashed and shaded,", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "You lay beside me singing in the sunshine;\n        The rough, white fur, unloosened at the neck,\n   Showed the smooth skin, fair as the Almond blossoms,\n        On which the sun could find no flaw or fleck.I lie alone, beneath the Almond flowers,\n        I hated them to touch you as they fell.worse, Ah, worse, who loves you?(My soul is burning as men burn in Hell.)How I have sought you in the crowded cities!I have been mad, they say, for many days.I know not how I came here, to the valley,\n        What fate has led me, through what doubtful ways.Somewhere I see my sword has done good service,\n        Some one I killed, who, smiling, used your name,\n   But in what country?Nay, I have forgotten,\n        All thought is shrivelled in my heart's hot flame.Where are you now, Delight, and where your beauty,\n        Your subtle curls, and laughing, changeful face?Bound, bruised and naked (dear God, grant me patience),\n        And sold in Cabul in the market-place.Among so many captured, sold, or slain,\n   What fate was yours?(Ah, dear God, grant me patience,\n        My heart is burnt, is burnt, with fire and pain.)my heart is almost breaking,\n        My sword is broken and my feet are sore,\n   The people look at me and say in passing,\n        \"He will not leave the village any more.\"For as the evening falls, the fever rises,\n        With frantic thoughts careering through the brain,\n   Wild thoughts of you.(Ah, dear God, grant me patience,\n        My soul is hurt beyond all men call pain.)I lie alone, beneath the Almond blossoms,\n        And see the white snow melting on the hills\n   Till Khorassan is gay with water-courses,\n        Glad with the tinkling sound of running rills,\n\n   And well I know that when the fragile petals\n        Fall softly, ere the first green leaves appear,\n   (Ah, for these last few days, God, grant me patience,)\n        Since Delight is not, I shall not be, here!The office is north of the garden.Unforgotten\n\n   Do you ever think of me?you who died\n       Ere our Youth's first fervour chilled,\n   With your soft eyes and your pulses stilled\n       Lying alone, aside,\n   Do you ever think of me, left in the light,\n   From theThe bedroom is south of the garden.", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The office is north of the hallway.I am faithful always: I do not say\n       That the lips which thrilled to your lips of old\n   To lesser kisses are always cold;\n       Had you wished for this in its narrow sense\n       Our love perhaps had been less intense;\n   But as we held faithfulness, you and I,\n       I am faithful always, as you who lie,\n       Asleep for ever, beneath the grass,\n       While the days and nights and the seasons pass,--\n           Pass away.I keep your memory near my heart,\n       My brilliant, beautiful guiding Star,\n   Till long live over, I too depart\n       To the infinite night where perhaps you are.I would rather know you alive in Hell\n   Than think your beauty is nothing now,\n   With its deep dark eyes and tranquil brow\n   Where the hair fell softly.The garden is north of the office.Can this be true\n   That nothing, nowhere, exists of you?Nothing, nowhere, oh, loved so well\n       I have _never_ forgotten.Do you still keep\n   Thoughts of me through your dreamless sleep?lost in Eternal Night,\n       Lost Star of light,\n   Risen splendidly, set so soon,\n       Through the weariness of life's afternoon\n             I dream of your memory yet.My loved and lost, whom I could not save,\n   My youth went down with you to the grave,\n   Though other planets and stars may rise,\n   I dream of your soft and sorrowful eyes\n           And I cannot forget.Song of Faiz Ulla\n\n   Just at the time when Jasmins bloom, most sweetly in the summer weather,\n   Lost in the scented Jungle gloom, one sultry night we spent together\n   We, Love and Night, together blent, a Trinity of tranced content.Yet, while your lips were wholly mine, to kiss, to drink from, to caress,\n   We heard some far-off faint distress; harsh drop of poison in sweet wine\n   Lessening the fulness of delight,--\n            Some quivering note of human pain,\n   Which rose and fell and rose again, in plaintive sobs throughout the night,\n\n   Spoiling the perfumed, moonless hours\n   We spent among the Jasmin flowers.Story of Lilavanti\n\n   They lay the slender body down\n     With all its wealth of wetted hair,\n   Only a daughter of the town,\n     But very young and slight and fair.The eyes, whose light one cannot see,\n     Are sombre doubtless, like the tresses,\n   The mouth's soft curvings seem to be", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "And where the skin has all but dried\n     (The air is sultry in the room)\n   Upon her breast and either side,\n     It shows a soft and amber bloom.The garden is east of the kitchen.By women here, who knew her life,\n     A leper husband, I am told,\n   Took all this loveliness to wife\n     When it was barely ten years old.And when the child in shocked dismay\n     Fled from the hated husband's care\n   He caught and tied her, so they say,\n     Down to his bedside by her hair.To some low quarter of the town,\n     Escaped a second time, she flew;\n   Her beauty brought her great renown\n     And many lovers here she knew,\n\n   When, as the mystic Eastern night\n     With purple shadow filled the air,\n   Behind her window framed in light,\n     She sat with jasmin in her hair.At last she loved a youth, who chose\n     To keep this wild flower for his own,\n   He in his garden set his rose\n     Where it might bloom for him alone.Cholera came; her lover died,\n     Want drove her to the streets again,\n   And women found her there, who tried\n     To turn her beauty into gain.[30]\n\nIndividual authors, aware of international literary conditions, the\ninner circle of German culture, became acquainted with Tristram Shandy\nduring this period before the publication of the Sentimental Journey and\nlearned to esteem the eccentric parson.Bode\u2019s possible acquaintance\nwith the English original previous to 1764 has been already noted.Lessing\u2019s admiration for Sterne naturally is associated with his two\nstatements of remarkable devotion to Yorick, both of which, however,\ndate from a period when he had already become acquainted with the\nJourney.At precisely what time Lessing first read Tristram Shandy it is\nimpossible to determine with accuracy.Moses Mendelssohn writes to him\nin the summer of 1763:[31] \u201cTristram Shandy is a work of masterly\noriginality.At present, to be sure, I\u00a0have read only the first two\nvolumes.In the beginning the book vexed me exceedingly.I\u00a0rambled on\nfrom digression to digression without grasping the real humor of the\nauthor.The garden is west of the hallway.I\u00a0regarded him as a man like our Liscow, whom, as you know,\nI\u00a0don\u2019t particularly fancy; and yet the book pleases Lessing!\u201d This is\nsufficient proof that Mendelssohn first read Shandy early in 1763, but,\nthough not improbable, it is yet rather hazardous to conclude that\nLessing also had read the book shortly before, and had just recommended\nit to his friend.The literary friendship existing between them, and the\ngeneral nature of their literary relations and communications, would\nrather favor such a hypothesis.The passage is, however,", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "It has been generally accepted\nthat Lessing\u2019s dramatic fragment, \u201cDie Witzlinge,\u201d included two\ncharacters modeled confessedly after Yorick\u2019s familiar personages, Trim\nand Eugenius.Boxberger and others have stamped such a theory with their\nauthority.[32] If this were true, \u201cDie Witzlinge\u201d would undoubtedly be\nthe first example of Sterne\u2019s influence working directly upon the\nliterary activity of a German author.The fragment has, however, nothing\nto do with Tristram Shandy, and a curious error has here crept in\nthrough the remarkable juxtaposition of names later associated with\nSterne.The kitchen is north of the hallway.The plan is really derived directly from Shadwell\u2019s \u201cBury Fair\u201d\nwith its \u201cMr.Trim\u201d fancifully styled \u201cEugenius.\u201d Those who tried to\nestablish the connection could hardly have been familiar with Tristram\nShandy, for Lessing\u2019s Trim as outlined in the sketch has nothing in\ncommon with the Corporal.Erich Schmidt, building on a suggestion of Lichtenstein, found a \u201cDosis\nYorikscher Empfindsamkeit\u201d[33] in Tellheim, and connected the episode of\nthe Chevalier de St.Louis with the passage in \u201cMinna von Barnhelm\u201d\n(II,\u00a02) in which Minna contends with the innkeeper that the king cannot\nknow all deserving men nor reward them.Such an identity of sentiment\nmust be a pure coincidence for \u201cMinna von Barnhelm\u201d was published at\nEaster, 1767, nearly a year before the Sentimental Journey appeared.A connection between Corporal Trim and Just has been suggested,[34] but\nno one has by investigation established such a kinship.Both servants\nare patterns of old-fashioned fidelity, types of unquestioning service\non the part of the inferior, a\u00a0relation which existed between Orlando\nand Adam in \u201cAs You Like It,\u201d and which the former describes:\n\n  \u201cO good old man, how well in thee appears\n  The constant service of the antique world,\n  When service sweat for duty, not for meed;\n  Thou art not for the fashion of these times.\u201d\n\nTellheim recognizes the value of Just\u2019s service, and honors his\nsubordinate for his unusual faithfulness; yet there exists here no such\ncordial comradeship as marked the relation between Sterne\u2019s originals.But one may discern the occasion of this in the character of Tellheim,\nwho has no resemblance to Uncle Toby, rather than in any dissimilarity\nbetween the characters of the servants.The garden is north of the kitchen.The use of the relation between\nmaster and man as a subject for literary treatment was probably first\nbrought into fashion by Don Quixote, and it is well-nigh certain that\nSterne took his cue from Cervantes.According to Erich Schmidt, the episode of Just\u2019s dog, as the servant\nrelates it in the 8th scene of the 1st act, could have adorned the\nSentimental Journey, but the", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Certainly the method of using\nthe episode is not reminiscent of any similar scene in Sterne.Just\u2019s\ndog is not introduced for its own sake, nor like the ass at Nampont to\nafford opportunity for exciting humanitarian impulses, and for throwing\nhuman character into relief by confronting it with sentimental\npossibilities, but for the sake of a forceful, telling and immediate\ncomparison.Lessing was too original a mind, and at the time when\n\u201cMinna\u201d was written, too complete and mature an artist to follow another\nslavishly or obviously, except avowedly under certain conditions and\nwith particular purpose.He himself is said to have remarked, \u201cThat must\nbe a pitiful author who does not borrow something once in a while,\u201d[35]\nand it does not seem improbable that the figure of Trim was hovering in\nhis memory while he was creating his Just.Especially does this seem\nplausible when we remember that Lessing wrote his drama during the years\nwhen Shandy was appearing, when he must have been occupied with it, and\nat the first flush of his admiration.The garden is north of the office.This supposition, however undemonstrable, is given some support by our\nknowledge of a minor work of Lessing, which has been lost.On December\n28, 1769, Lessing writes to Ebert from Hamburg: \u201cAlberti is well; and\nwhat pleases me about him, as much as his health, is that the news of\nhis reconciliation with Goeze was a false report.So Yorick will\nprobably preach and send his sermon soon.\u201d[36] And Ebert replies in a\nletter dated at Braunschweig, January 7, 1770, expressing a desire that\nLessing should fulfil his promise, and cause Yorick to preach not once\nbut many times.[37] The circumstance herein involved was first explained\nby Friedrich Nicolai in an article in the _Berlinische Monatsschrift_,\n1791.[38] As a trick upon his friend Alberti, who was then in\ncontroversy with Goeze, Lessing wrote a sermon in Yorick\u2019s manner; the\ntitle and part of the introduction to it were privately printed by Bode\nand passed about among the circle of friends, as if the whole were in\npress.We are entirely dependent on Nicolai\u2019s memory for our information\nrelative to this sole endeavor on Lessing\u2019s part to adopt completely the\nmanner of Sterne.Ultimately he returns to his native village, bringing\nconsternation to the soul of John Simpson, who only escapes the\nconsequences of his villainy by making full restitution to the man whose\nfriendship he had betrayed.The story is told in that entertaining way\nwhich has made Mr.Alger's name a household word in so many homes.+Birdie+: A Tale of Child Life.By H. L. CHILDE-PEMBERTON.Illustrated by H. W. RAINEY.The garden is south of the bathroom.\"The story is quaint and simple, but there is a freshness about it\n     that makes one hear again the ringing laugh and the cheery shout of", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "--_New York\n     Express._\n\n\n     +Popular Fairy Tales.+ By the BROTHERS GRIMM.Profusely Illustrated,\n     12mo, cloth, price $1.00.\"From first to last, almost without exception, these stories are\n     delightful.\"--_Athen\u00e6um._\n\n\n     +With Lafayette at Yorktown+: A Story of How Two Boys Joined the\n     Continental Army.12mo, cloth, price $1.00.The two boys are from Portsmouth, N. H., and are introduced in August,\n1781, when on the point of leaving home to enlist in Col.Scammell's\nregiment, then stationed near New York City.Their method of traveling\nis on horseback, and the author has given an interesting account of what\nwas expected from boys in the Colonial days.The lads, after no slight\namount of adventure, are sent as messengers--not soldiers--into the\nsouth to find the troops under Lafayette.Once with that youthful\ngeneral they are given employment as spies, and enter the British camp,\nbringing away valuable information.The pictures of camp-life are\ncarefully drawn, and the portrayal of Lafayette's character is\nthoroughly well done.The story is wholesome in tone, as are all of Mr.There is no lack of exciting incident which the youthful\nreader craves, but it is healthful excitement brimming with facts which\nevery boy should be familiar with, and while the reader is following the\nadventures of Ben Jaffreys and Ned Allen he is acquiring a fund of\nhistorical lore which will remain in his memory long after that which he\nhas memorized from text-books has been forgotten.The garden is east of the bedroom.+Lost in the Ca\u00f1on+: Sam Willett's Adventures on the Great Colorado.By ALFRED R. CALHOUN.12mo, cloth, price $1.00.This story hinges on a fortune left to Sam Willett, the hero, and the\nfact that it will pass to a disreputable relative if the lad dies before\nhe shall have reached his majority.The Vigilance Committee of Hurley's\nGulch arrest Sam's father and an associate for the crime of murder.Their lives depend on the production of the receipt given for money\npaid.The hallway is west of the bedroom.This is in Sam's possession at the camp on the other side of the\nca\u00f1on.He reaches the lad in the\nmidst of a fearful storm which floods the ca\u00f1on.His father's peril\nurges Sam to action.A raft is built on which the boy and his friends\nessay to cross the torrent.They fail to do so, and a desperate trip\ndown the stream ensues.How the party finally escape from the horrors of\ntheir situation and Sam reaches Hurley's Gulch in the very nick of time,\nis described in a graphic style that stamps Mr.Calhoun as a master of\nhis art.+Jack+: A Topsy Turvy Story.By C. M. CRAWLEY-BOEVEY.With upward of\n     Thirty Illustrations by H. J. A. MIL", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "12mo, cloth, price 75\n     cents.\"The illustrations deserve particular mention, as they add largely\n     to the interest of this amusing volume for children.Jack falls\n     asleep with his mind full of the subject of the fishpond, and is\n     very much surprised presently to find himself an inhabitant of\n     Waterworld, where he goes though wonderful and edifying adventures.--_Literary World._\n\n\n     +Search for the Silver City+: A Tale of Adventure in Yucatan.The bedroom is north of the garden.By\n     JAMES OTIS.12mo, cloth, price $1.00.Two American lads, Teddy Wright and Neal Emery, embark on the steam\nyacht Day Dream for a short summer cruise to the tropics.Homeward bound\nthe yacht is destroyed by fire.All hands take to the boats, but during\nthe night the boat is cast upon the coast of Yucatan.They come across a\nyoung American named Cummings, who entertains them with the story of the\nwonderful Silver City of the Chan Santa Cruz Indians.Cummings proposes\nwith the aid of a faithful Indian ally to brave the perils of the swamp\nand carry off a number of the golden images from the temples.Pursued\nwith relentless vigor for days their situation is desperate.At last\ntheir escape is effected in an astonishing manner.Otis has built\nhis story on an historical foundation.It is so full of exciting\nincidents that the reader is quite carried away with the novelty and\nrealism of the narrative.+Frank Fowler, the Cash Boy.+ By HORATIO ALGER, JR.12mo, cloth,\n     price $1.00.The garden is north of the hallway.Thrown upon his own resources Frank Fowler, a poor boy, bravely\ndetermines to make a living for himself and his foster-sister Grace.Going to New York he obtains a situation as cash boy in a dry goods\nstore.He renders a service to a wealthy old gentleman named Wharton,\nwho takes a fancy to the lad.Frank, after losing his place as cash boy,\nis enticed by an enemy to a lonesome part of New Jersey and held a\nprisoner.This move recoils upon the plotter, for it leads to a clue\nthat enables the lad to establish his real identity.Alger's stories\nare not only unusually interesting, but they convey a useful lesson of\npluck and manly independence.+Budd Boyd's Triumph+; or, the Boy Firm of Fox Island.By WILLIAM P.\n     CHIPMAN.12mo, cloth, price $1.00.The scene of this story is laid on the upper part of Narragansett Bay,\nand the leading incidents have a strong salt-water flavor.Owing to the\nconviction of his father for forgery and theft, Budd Boyd is compelled\nto leave his home and strike out for himself.Chance brings Budd in\ncontact with Judd Floyd.The two boys, being ambitious and clear\nsighted, form a partnership to catch and sell fish.The scheme is\nsuccessfully launched,", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "His pluck and good sense, however,\ncarry him through his troubles.In following the career of the boy firm\nof Boyd & Floyd, the youthful reader will find a useful lesson--that\nindustry and perseverance are bound to lead to ultimate success.+The Errand Boy+; or, How Phil Brent Won Success.By HORATIO ALGER,\n     JR.12mo, cloth, price $1.00.[208] Blaze of the heather, which is often set on fire by the shepherds\nto facilitate a growth of young herbage for the sheep.That summer morn had Roderick Dhu\n    Survey'd the skirts of Benvenue,\n    And sent his scouts o'er hill and heath,\n    To view the frontiers of Menteith.All backward came with news of truce;\n    Still lay each martial Graeme[210] and Bruce,[211]\n    In Rednock[212] courts no horsemen wait,\n    No banner waved on Cardross[213] gate,\n    On Duchray's[214] towers no beacon shone,\n    Nor scared the herons from Loch Con;\n    All seemed at peace.--Now wot ye why\n    The Chieftain, with such anxious eye,\n    Ere to the muster he repair,\n    This western frontier scann'd with care?--\n    In Benvenue's most darksome cleft,\n    A fair, though cruel, pledge was left;\n    For Douglas, to his promise true,\n    That morning from the isle withdrew,\n    And in a deep sequester'd dell\n    Had sought a low and lonely cell.By many a bard, in Celtic tongue,\n    Has Coir-nan-Uriskin[215] been sung;\n    A softer name the Saxons gave,\n    And called the grot the Goblin-cave.The kitchen is west of the office.[210] A powerful Lowland family (see Note 1, p.[211] A powerful Lowland family (see Note 1, p.[212] A castle in the Forth valley (see map, p.[213] A castle in the Forth valley (see map, p.[214] A castle in the Forth valley (see map, p.The kitchen is east of the garden.It was a wild and strange retreat,\n    As e'er was trod by outlaw's feet.The dell, upon the mountain's crest,\n    Yawn'd like a gash on warrior's breast;\n    Its trench had stayed full many a rock,\n    Hurl'd by primeval earthquake shock\n    From Benvenue's gray summit wild,\n    And here, in random ruin piled,\n    They frown'd incumbent o'er the spot,\n    And form'd the rugged silvan grot.The oak and birch, with mingled shade,\n    At noontide there a twilight made,", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "No murmur waked the solemn still,[216]\n    Save tinkling of a fountain rill;\n    But when the wind chafed with the lake,\n    A sullen sound would upward break,\n    With dashing hollow voice, that spoke\n    The incessant war of wave and rock.Suspended cliffs, with hideous sway,\n    Seem'd nodding o'er the cavern gray.From such a den the wolf had sprung,\n    In such the wild-cat leaves her young;\n    Yet Douglas and his daughter fair\n    Sought for a space their safety there.Gray Superstition's whisper dread\n    Debarr'd the spot to vulgar tread;\n    For there, she said, did fays resort,\n    And satyrs[217] hold their silvan court,\n    By moonlight tread their mystic maze,\n    And blast the rash beholder's gaze.[217] Silvan deities of Greek mythology, with head and body of a man\nand legs of a goat.Now eve, with western shadows long,\n    Floated on Katrine bright and strong,\n    When Roderick, with a chosen few,\n    Repass'd the heights of Benvenue.Above the Goblin-cave they go,\n    Through the wild pass of Beal-nam-bo:\n    The prompt retainers speed before,\n    To launch the shallop from the shore,\n    For 'cross Loch Katrine lies his way\n    To view the passes of Achray,\n    And place his clansmen in array.Yet lags the Chief in musing mind,\n    Unwonted sight, his men behind.A single page, to bear his sword,\n    Alone attended on his lord;\n    The rest their way through thickets break,\n    And soon await him by the lake.The garden is north of the office.It was a fair and gallant sight,\n    To view them from the neighboring height,\n    By the low-level'd sunbeam's light!For strength and stature, from the clan\n    Each warrior was a chosen man,\n    As even afar might well be seen,\n    By their proud step and martial mien.Their feathers dance, their tartans float,\n    Their targets gleam, as by the boat\n    A wild and warlike group they stand,\n    That well became such mountain strand.Their Chief, with step reluctant, still\n    Was lingering on the craggy hill,\n    Hard by where turn'd apart the road\n    To Douglas's obscure abode.It was but with that dawning morn,\n    That Roderick Dhu had proudly sworn\n    To drown his love in war's wild roar,\n    Nor think of Ellen Douglas more;\n    But he who stems[218] a stream with sand,\n  The garden is south of the hallway.", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Eve finds the Chief, like restless ghost,\n    Still hovering near his treasure lost;\n    For though his haughty heart deny\n    A parting meeting to his eye,\n    Still fondly strains his anxious ear,\n    The accents of her voice to hear,\n    And inly did he curse the breeze\n    That waked to sound the rustling trees.It is the harp of Allan-Bane,\n    That wakes its measure slow and high,\n    Attuned to sacred minstrelsy.'Tis Ellen, or an angel, sings._Ave Maria!_[219] maiden mild!Thou canst hear though from the wild,\n      Thou canst save amid despair.Safe may we sleep beneath thy care,\n      Though banish'd, outcast, and reviled--\n    Maiden!_Ave Maria!_\n\n    _Ave Maria!_ undefiled!The flinty couch we now must share\n    Shall seem with down of eider[220] piled,\n      If thy protection hover there.The murky cavern's heavy air\n      Shall breathe of balm if thou hast smiled;\n    Then, Maiden!_Ave Maria!_\n\n    _Ave Maria!_ stainless styled!The garden is east of the kitchen.Foul demons of the earth and air,\n    From this their wonted haunt exiled,\n      Shall flee before thy presence fair.The garden is west of the hallway.We bow us to our lot of care,\n      Beneath thy guidance reconciled;\n    Hear for a maid a maiden's prayer!_Ave Maria!_\n\n[219] Hail, Mary!The beginning of the Roman Catholic prayer to the\nVirgin Mary.[220] \"Down of eider,\" i.e., the soft breast feathers of the eider duck.Yes, I know there are multitudes of good\npeople who believe and accept the doctrines of the Church.I am not one of them, nor can be.\"For, we repeat, the little Jose was morbidly honest.And this gave\nrise to fear, a corroding fear that he might not do right by his\nGod, his mother, and himself, the three variants in his complex\nlife-equation.His self-condemnation increased; yet his doubts\nkept pace with it.He more than ever distrusted his own powers after\nhis first four years in the seminary.He more than ever lacked\nself-confidence.He was more than ever vacillating, hesitant, and\ninfirm of purpose.He even at times, when under the pall of\nmelancholia, wondered if he had really loved his deceased father,\nand whether it was real grief which he felt at his parent's demise.Often, too, when fear and doubt pressed heavily, and his companions\navoided him because of the aura of gloom in which he dwelt, he\nwondered if he were becoming insane.He seemed to become obsessed\nwith the belief that his ability to think was", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "And yet, proof that this was not the case was\nfound in his stubborn opposition to trite acquiescence, and in his\ninfrequent reversals of mood, when he would even feel an intense,\nif transient, sense of exaltation in the thought that he was doing\nthe best that in him lay.It was during one of these lighter moods, and at the close of a school\nyear, that a great joy came to him in an event which left a lasting\nimpress upon his life.Following close upon a hurried visit which his\nuncle paid to Rome, the boy was informed that it had been arranged for\nhim to accompany the Papal Legate on a brief journey through Germany\nand England, returning through France, in order that he might gain a\nfirst-hand impression of the magnitude of the work which the Church\nwas doing in the field, and meet some of her great men.The\nbroadening, quieting, confidence-inspiring influence of such a journey\nwould be, in the opinion of Padre Rafael, incalculable.And so, with\neager, bubbling hope, the lad set out.Whatever it may have been intended that the boy should see on this\necclesiastical pilgrimage, he returned to Rome at the end of three\nmonths with his quick, impressionable mind stuffed with food for\nreflection.Though he had seen the glories of the Church, worshiped in\nher matchless temples, and sat at the feet of her great scholars, now\nin the quiet of his little room he found himself dwelling upon a\nsingle thought, into which all of his collected impressions were\ngathered: \"The Church--Catholic and Protestant--is--oh, God, the\nChurch is--not sick, not dying, but--_dead_!Aye, it has served both\nGod and Mammon, and paid the awful penalty!The hallway is south of the bathroom.The great German and British nations were not Catholic.But worse, the Protestant people of the German Empire were sadly\nindifferent to religion.He had seen, in Berlin, men of family trying\nto resell the Bibles which their children had used in preparation for\nconfirmation.He had\nmarked the widespread indifference among Protestant parents in regard\nto the religious instruction of their young.He had been told there\nthat parents had but a slight conception of their duty as moral\nguides, and that children were growing up with only sensuous pleasures\nand material gain as their life-aims.Again and again he was shown\nwhere in whole districts it was utterly impossible to secure young men\nfor ordination to the Protestant ministry.And he was furnished with\nstatistics setting forth the ominous fact that within a few years,\nwere the present decline unchecked, there would be no students in the\nProtestant universities of the country.\"Do you not see in this, my son,\" said the Papal Legate, \"the blight\nof unbelief?The bathroom is south of the kitchen.Do you not mark the withering effects of the modern\nso-called scientific thought?What think you of a religion wherein the\nchief interest centers in trials for heresy; whose ultimate effect\nupon human character is a return to the raw, primitive, immature sense\nof life that once prevailed among this great people?What think you", "question": "What is south of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Would Germany at length\ncome to the true fold?there was the Anglican church, Catholic, but not\nRoman, and therefore but a counterfeit of the Lord's true Church.\"No,\" the Legate had said; \"already defection has set\nin, and the prodigal's return to the loving parent in Rome is but a\nmatter of time.\"The bathroom is east of the bedroom.Then came his visit to the great abbey of Westminster, and the\nimpression which, to his last earthly day, he bore as one of his most\nsacred treasures.There in the famous Jerusalem Chamber he had sat,\nhis eyes suffused with tears and his throat choked with emotion.In\nthat room the first Lancastrian king long years before had closed his\nunhappy life.There the great Westminster Confession had been framed.The garden is west of the bedroom.There William of Orange had held his weighty discussion of the\nPrayer-Book revision, which was hoped to bring Churchmen and\nDissenters again into harmony.And there, greatest of all, had\ngathered, day after day, and year after year, the patient, devoted\ngroup of men who gave to the world its Revised Edition of the Holy\nBible, only a few brief years ago.As the rapt Jose closed his eyes\nand listened to the whispered conversation of the scholarly men about\nhim, he seemed to see the consecrated Revisers, seated again at the\nlong table, deep in the holy search of the Scriptures for the profound\nsecrets of life which they hold.He saw with what sedulous care they\npursued their sacred work, without trace of prejudice or religious\nbias, and with only the selfless purpose always before them to render\nto mankind a priceless benefit in a more perfect rendition of the Word\nof God.Why could not men come together now in that same generous\nspirit of love?But no, Rome would never yield her assumptions.But\nwhen the lad rose and followed his guides from the room, it was with a\nnew-born conviction, and a revival of his erstwhile firm purpose to\ntranslate for himself, at the earliest opportunity, the Greek\nTestament, if, perchance, he might find thereby what his yearning soul\nso deeply craved, the truth.That the boy was possessed of scholarly instincts, there could be no\ndoubt.His ability had immediately attracted his instructors on\nentering the seminary.And, but for his stubborn opposition to\ndogmatic acceptance without proofs, he might have taken and maintained\nthe position of leader in scholarship in the institution.I have passed my life in thinking of fine things, studying fine\nthings, designing fine things, and realising very poor ones.I have\nnever had the chance of producing a single fine ecclesiastical building,\nexcept my own church, where I am both paymaster and architect; but\neverything else, either for want of adequate funds or injudicious\ninterference and control, or some other contingency, is more or less a\nfailure.George's was spoilt by the very instructions laid down by the\ncommittee, that it was to hold 3000 people on the floor at a limited\nprice; in consequence, height, proportion, everything, was sacrificed to\nmeet these conditions.Nottingham was", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The office is east of the bathroom.* * *\n\n\"Kirkham was spoilt through several hundred pounds being reduced on the\noriginal estimate; to effect this, which was a great sum in proportion\nto the entire cost, the area of the church was contracted, the walls\nlowered, tower and spire reduced, the thickness of walls diminished, and\nstone arches omitted.\"(Remarks, &c., by A. Welby Pugin: Dolman, 1850.)Phidias can niche himself into the corner of a pediment, and\nRaffaelle expatiate within the circumference of a clay platter; but\nPugin is inexpressible in less than a cathedral?Let his ineffableness\nbe assured of this, once for all, that no difficulty or restraint ever\nhappened to a man of real power, but his power was the more manifested\nin the contending with, or conquering it; and that there is no field so\nsmall, no cranny so contracted, but that a great spirit can house and\nmanifest itself therein.The thunder that smites the Alp into dust, can\ngather itself into the width of a golden wire.Whatever greatness there\nwas in you, had it been Buonarroti's own, you had room enough for it in\na single niche: you might have put the whole power of it into two feet\ncube of Caen stone.George's was not high enough for want of money?The hallway is west of the bathroom.But was it want of money that made you put that blunt, overloaded,\nlaborious ogee door into the side of it?Was it for lack of funds that\nyou sunk the tracery of the parapet in its clumsy zigzags?Was it in\nparsimony that you buried its paltry pinnacles in that eruption of\ndiseased crockets?or in pecuniary embarrassment that you set up the\nbelfry foolscaps, with the mimicry of dormer windows, which nobody can\never reach nor look out of?Not so, but in mere incapability of better\nthings.I am sorry to have to speak thus of any living architect; and there is\nmuch in this man, if he were rightly estimated, which one might both\nregard and profit by.He has a most sincere love for his profession, a\nheartily honest enthusiasm for pixes and piscinas; and though he will\nnever design so much as a pix or a piscina thoroughly well, yet better\nthan most of the experimental architects of the day.Employ him by all\nmeans, but on small work.Expect no cathedrals from him; but no one, at\npresent, can design a better finial.That is an exceedingly beautiful\none over the western door of St.George's; and there is some spirited\nimpishness and switching of tails in the supporting figures at the\nimposts.Only do not allow his good designing of finials to be employed\nas an evidence in matters of divinity, nor thence deduce the\nincompatibility of Protestantism and art.I should have said all that I\nhave said above, of artistical apostasy, if Giotto had been now living\nin Florence", "question": "What is the bathroom west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "But the grossness of the error becomes incomprehensible as well as\nunpardonable, when we look to what level of degradation the human\nintellect has sunk at this instant in Italy.The garden is north of the office.The hallway is south of the office.So far from Romanism now\nproducing anything greater in art, it cannot even preserve what has been\ngiven to its keeping.I know no abuses of precious inheritance half so\ngrievous, as the abuse of all that is best in art wherever the Romanist\npriesthood gets possession of it.The noblest pieces of mediaeval sculpture in North Italy, the two\ngriffins at the central (west) door of the cathedral of Verona, were\ndaily permitted to be brought into service, when I was there in the\nautumn of 1849, by a washerwoman living in the Piazza, who tied her\nclothes-lines to their beaks: and the shafts of St.Mark's at Venice\nwere used by a salesman of common caricatures to fasten his prints upon\n(Compare Appendix 25); and this in the face of the continually passing\npriests: while the quantity of noble art annually destroyed in\naltarpieces by candle-droppings, or perishing by pure brutality of\nneglect, passes all estimate.I do not know, as I have repeatedly\nstated, how far the splendor of architecture, or other art, is\ncompatible with the honesty and usefulness of religious service.The\nlonger I live, the more I incline to severe judgment in this matter, and\nthe less I can trust the sentiments excited by painted glass and \ntiles.But if there be indeed value in such things, our plain duty is to\ndirect our strength against the superstition which has dishonored them;\nthere are thousands who might possibly be benefited by them, to whom\nthey are now merely an offence, owing to their association with\nidolatrous ceremonies.I have but this exhortation for all who love\nthem,--not to regulate their creeds by their taste in colors, but to\nhold calmly to the right, at whatever present cost to their imaginative\nenjoyment; sure that they will one day find in heavenly truth a brighter\ncharm than in earthly imagery, and striving to gather stones for the\neternal building, whose walls shall be salvation, and whose gates shall\nbe praise.The reader may at first suppose this division of the attributes of\nbuildings into action, voice, and beauty, to be the same division as Mr.Fergusson's, now well known, of their merits, into technic, aesthetic and\nphonetic.But there is no connection between the two systems; mine, indeed, does\nnot profess to be a system, it is a mere arrangement of my subject, for\nthe sake of order and convenience in its treatment: but, as far as it\ngoes, it differs altogether from Mr.Fergusson's in these two following\nrespects:--\n\nThe action of a building, that is to say its standing or consistence,\ndepends on its good construction; and the first part of the foregoing\nvolume has been entirely occupied with the consideration of the\nconstructive merit of buildings: but construction is not their only", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "There is as much of technical merit in their\nexpression, or in their beauty, as in their construction.But travelers many dangers run\n    On safest roads beneath the sun.They ran through yards, where dogs came out\n    To choke with dust that whirled about,\n    And so could neither growl nor bark\n    Till they had vanished in the dark;\n    Some pigs that wandered late at night,\n    And neither turned to left nor right,\n        But on the crossing held debate\n        Who first should squeeze beneath the gate,\n        Were helped above the fence to rise\n        Ere they had time to squeal surprise,\n        And never after cared to stray\n        Along the track by night or day.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n        But when a town was just in sight,\n        And speed was at its greatest height,--\n        Alas!that such a thing should be,--\n        An open switch the Brownies see.Then some thought best at once to go\n                        Into the weeds and ditch below;\n                        But many on the engine stayed\n                        And held their grip, though much dismayed.And waited for the shock to fall\n                        That would decide the fate of all.The office is south of the kitchen.The hallway is north of the kitchen.In vain reversing tricks were tried,\n                        And brakes to every wheel applied;\n                        The locomotive forward flew,\n                        In spite of all that skill could do.But just as they approached the place\n                Where trouble met them face to face,\n    Through some arrangement, as it seemed,\n    Of which the Brownies never dreamed,\n    The automatic switch was closed,\n    A safety signal-light exposed,\n    And they were free to roll ahead,\n    And wait for those who'd leaped in dread;\n    Although the end seemed near at hand\n    Of every Brownie in the band,\n    And darkest heads through horrid fright\n    Were in a moment changed to white,", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "A few had suffered from their fall,\n    And some were sprained about the toes,\n    While more were scraped upon the nose;\n    But all were able to succeed\n    In climbing to a place with speed,\n    And there they stayed until once more\n    They passed the heavy round-house door.Then jumping down on every side\n    The Brownies scampered off to hide;\n    And as they crossed the trestle high\n    The sun was creeping up the sky,\n    And urged them onward in their race\n    To find some safe abiding place.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\nTHE BROWNIES' FANCY BALL.[Illustration]\n\n    It was the season of the year\n    When people, dressed in fancy gear,\n    From every quarter hurried down\n    And filled the largest halls in town;\n    And there to flute and fiddle sweet\n    Went through their sets with lively feet.The Brownies were not slow to note\n    That fun indeed was now afloat;\n    And ere the season passed away,\n    Of longest night and shortest day,\n    They looked about to find a hall\n    Where they could hold their fancy ball.The bathroom is west of the bedroom.Said one: \"A room can soon be found\n    Where all the band can troop around;\n    But want of costumes, much I fear,\n    Will bar our pleasure all the year.\"My eyes have not been shut of late,--\n    Don't show a weak and hopeless mind\n    Because your knowledge is confined,--\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n    For I'm prepared to take the band\n    To costumes, ready to the hand,\n    Of every pattern, new or old:\n    The kingly robes, with chains of gold,\n    The cloak and plume of belted knight,\n    The pilgrim's hat and stockings white,\n    The dresses for the ladies fair,\n    The gems and artificial hair,\n    The soldier-suits in blue and red,\n    The turban for the Tartar's head,\n    All can be found where I will lead,\n    If friends are willing to proceed.\"The kitchen is west of the bathroom.[Illustration]\n\n    Those knowing best the Brownie way\n    Will know there was no long delay,\n    Ere to the town he made a break\n    With all the Brownies in his wake.It mattered not that roads were long,\n    That hills were high or winds were strong;\n    Soon robes were found on peg and shelf,\n    And each one chose to suit himself.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n    The costumes, though a world too wide,", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Then out they started for the hall,\n    In fancy trappings one and all;\n    Some clad like monks in sable gowns;\n    And some like kings; and more like clowns;\n    And Highlanders, with naked knees;\n    And Turks, with turbans like a cheese;\n    While many members in the line\n    Were dressed like ladies fair and fine,\n    And swept along the polished floor\n    A train that reached a yard or more.The garden is north of the hallway.[Illustration]\n\n    By happy chance some laid their hand\n    Upon the outfit of a band;\n    The horns and trumpets took the lead,\n    Supported well by string and reed;\n    And violins, that would have made\n    A mansion for the rogues that played,\n    With flute and clarionet combined\n    In music of the gayest kind.In dances wild and strange to see\n    They passed the hours in greatest glee;\n    Familiar figures all were lost\n    In flowing robes that round them tossed;\n    And well-known faces hid behind\n    Queer masks that quite confused the mind.The queen and clown, a loving pair,\n    Enjoyed a light fandango there;\n    While solemn monks of gentle heart,\n    In jig and scalp-dance took their part.The grand salute, with courteous words,\n                The bobbing up and down, like birds,\n                The lively skip, the stately glide,\n                The double turn, and twist aside\n                Were introduced in proper place\n                And carried through with ease and grace.So great the pleasure proved to all,\n    Too long they tarried in the hall,\n    And morning caught them on the fly,\n    Ere they could put the garments by!Then dodging out in great dismay,\n            By walls and stumps they made their way;\n            And not until the evening's shade\n            Were costumes in their places laid.The garden is south of the bathroom.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\nTHE BROWNIES AND THE TUGBOAT.[Illustration]\n\n    While Brownies strayed along a pier\n    To view the shipping lying near,\n    A tugboat drew their gaze at last;\n    'Twas at a neighboring wharf made fast.Cried one: \"See what in black", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "In honor of the Brownie Band,\n    It bears our name in letters grand.Why is a man digging a canoe like a boy whipped for making a noise?Because it always keeps its hands\nbefore its face.Why did Marcus Curtius leap into the gulf at Rome?Because he thought\nit was a good opening for a young man.Why is wine spoilt by being converted into negus?Because you make a\nmull of it.Why is a baker like a judge in Chancery?Because he is Master of the\nRolls.Why is a bad epigram like a blunt pencil?Why is a humorous jest like a fowl?Why is a schoolboy beginning to read like knowledge itself?Why is an egg underdone like an egg overdone?Why is an Irishman turning over in the snow like a watchman?Because he\nis a Pat rolling (patrolling).Why is the office of Prime Minister like a May-pole?Why does the conductor at a concert resemble the electric telegraph?Why are the pages of this book like the days of this year?Why does a smoker resemble a person in a furious passion?Why is a burglar using false keys like a lady curling her hair?Why should travelers not be likely to starve in the desert?Because of\nthe sand which is (sandwiches) there.Noah sent Ham, and his\ndescendants mustered and bred (mustard and bread).Why is a red-haired female like a regiment of infantry.Why is a locomotive like a handsome and fascinating lady?Because it\nscatters the _sparks_ and _transports_ the mails (males).Why is a man's mouth when very large like an annual lease?The kitchen is south of the bathroom.Because it\nextends from ear to ear (year to year).Why were the cannon at Delhi like tailors?Because they made breaches\n(breeches).Why is a sheet of postage stamps like distant relations?Why is a pianist like the warder of a prison?Why can no man say his time is his own?Because it is made up of hours\n(ours).Because it lasts from night\ntill morning.Why is the root of the tongue like a dejected man?When is it a good thing to lose your temper?On what day of the year do women talk least?What is the best way to keep a man's love?Because it has no beginning and no\nend.What is that which ties two persons and only one touches?Why should a man never marry a woman named Ellen?Because he rings his\nown (K)nell.Why does a young lady prefer her mother's fortune to her father's?Because, though she likes patrimony, she still better likes matrimony.Why is a deceptive woman like a seamstress?Because she is not what she\nseams (seems).Why does a dressmaker never lose her hooks?The office is north of the bathroom.Because she has an eye to\neach of them.What is the difference between the Emperor of Russia and a beggar?One\nissues manifestoes, the other manifests toes without 'is shoes.Why is the Emperor of Russia like a greedy school-boy on Christmas-day?Because he's confounded Hung(a)ry, and longs for", "question": "What is the bathroom south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "You name me once, and I am famed\n      For deeds of noble daring;\n    You name me twice, and I am found\n      In savage customs sharing?What part of a bag of grain is like a Russian soldier?Why is it that you cannot starve in the desert?The bedroom is west of the hallway.Because of the\nsand-which-is-there, to say nothing of the Pyramids of Ch(e)ops.The wind howled, and the heaving sea\n      Touched the clouds, then backward rolled;\n    And the ship strove most wondrously,\n      With ten feet water in her hold.The night is darkened, and my _first_\n      No sailor's eye could see.And ere the day should dawn again,\n      Where might the sailor be?Before the rising of the sun\n      The ship lay on the strand,\n    And silent was the minute-gun\n      That signaled to the land.The crew my _second_ had secured,\n      And they all knelt down to pray,\n    And on their upturned faces fell\n      The early beam of day.The howling of the wind had ceased,\n      And smooth the waters ran,\n    And beautiful appeared my _whole_\n      To cheer the heart of man.What is the difference between an honest and a dishonest laundress?One\nirons your linen and the other steals it.Because they are not satisfied until\ntheir works are \"hung on the line.\"A poor woman carrying a basket of apples, was met by three boys, the\nfirst of whom bought half of what she had, and then gave her back ten;\nthe second boy bought a third of what remained, and gave her back two;\nand the third bought half of what she had now left, and returned her\none, after which she found that she had twelve apples remaining.From the twelve remaining, deduct one, and\neleven is the number she sold the last boy, which was half she had; her\nnumber at that time, therefore, was twenty-two.From twenty-two deduct\ntwo, and the remaining twenty was two-thirds of her prior stock, which\nwas therefore thirty.From thirty deduct ten, and the remainder twenty\nis half her original stock; consequently she had at first forty apples.Why did the young lady return the dumb water?There are twelve birds in a covey; Jones kills a brace, then how many\nremain?None; for--unless they are idiots--they fly away!Why is a very amusing man like a very bad shot?Bolting a door with a\nboiled carrot.I wander when the night is dark,\n      I tread forbidden ground;\n    I rouse the house-dog's sullen bark,\n      And o'er the world am found.\"Now,\" she asked, \"was that man really educated?The kitchen is west of the bedroom.But that theology _could not solve his least earthly problem", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Oh, what inexpressibly sad lives so many of\nyour greatest men have lived!Your Hawthorne, your Longfellow, they\nyearned for the rest which they were taught was to follow death.If they\nbelieved in the Christ--and they thought they did--why, then, did they\nnot rise up and do as he bade them do, put death out?He taught no\nsuch resignation to human beliefs as they practiced!He showed men how\nto overcome the world.He looked at her intently for some moments.She seemed, as she stood\nthere before him, like a thing of gossamer and sunshine that had\ndrifted into his laboratory, despite the closed door.\"Say,\" he suddenly exclaimed, as a new thought struck him, \"I'd like\nto have you talk with my friend, Reverend Patterson Moore!Pat and I\nhave barked at each other for many years now, and I'm getting tired.I'd like to shift him to a younger and more vigorous opponent.I\nbelieve you've been providentially sent to relieve me.\"\"You can tell Professor Hitt, and--\"\n\n\"Hitt, eh?He is very much interested\nin these things that you and I have been talking about to-day.We have\nregular meetings, with Father Waite, and Mr.The hallway is south of the garden.Haynerd, and--\"\n\n\"Well, no wonder you can argue!But--suppose I have Hitt bring me to one of your meetings, eh?\"The genial doctor laughed long and incontinently.\"I imagine Reverend\nPat wouldn't thank you for referring to him that way,\" he said.\"He is\na very high Anglican, and his dignity is marvelous--to say nothing of\nhis self-esteem.Well, we'll see, we'll see.The hallway is north of the office.\"I didn't really mean to come in here, you\nknow.But I guess I was led, don't you?\"And when the door had closed upon her, the doctor sat silently beside\nthe pulseless brain of his deceased comrade and pondered long.*       *       *       *       *\n\nWhen Carmen entered the house, late that afternoon, she found the\nBeaubien in conversation with Professor Williams, of the University\nSchool of Music.That gentleman had learned through Hitt of the girl's\nunusual voice, and had dropped in on his way home to ask that he might\nhear and test it.With only a smile for reply, Carmen tossed her books\nand hat upon the sofa and went directly to the piano, where she\nlaunched into the weird Indian lament which had produced such an\nastounding effect upon her chance visitors at the Elwin school that\nday long gone, and which had been running in her thought and seeking\nexpression ever since her conversation with Doctor Morton a short\nwhile before.For a full half hour she sang, lost in the harmony that poured from\nher soul.Father Waite entered, and quietly took a seat.Song after song, most of them the characteristic soft\nmelodies of her people, and many her own simple improvisations, issued\nfrom the absorbed girl's", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The Beaubien rose and stole softly from\nthe room.Father Waite sat with his head resting on his hand, striving\nto interpret the message which welled from the depths of his own\nbeing, where hidden, unused chords were vibrating in unison with those\nof this young girl.Then, abruptly, the singing stopped, and Carmen turned and faced her\nauditors.\"There,\" she said, with a happy sigh, \"that just _had_ to\ncome out!\"\"Who, may I ask, was your\nteacher?\"he said, in a voice husky with emotion.A look of astonishment came into the man's face.He turned to Father\nWaite inquiringly.The latter nodded his confirmation of the girl's\nwords.\"I wonder if you realize what you\nhave got, Miss Carmen?\"\"It's a beautiful gift, isn't it?\"\"But--I had thought of asking you to let me train you--but--I--I dare\nnot undertake to handle such a voice as yours.May I--may I send\nMaitre Rossanni to you, the great Italian?\"Oh, yes,\" returned the girl; \"I'll sing for anybody.The kitchen is west of the garden.The gift isn't\nmine, you know.The office is east of the garden.When the professor had taken his reluctant departure, the Beaubien\nreturned and handed Carmen a letter.With a cry of joy the girl seized\nit and tore it open.It was from Colombia, the second one that her\nbeloved Rosendo had succeeded in getting down the river to the distant\ncoast.It had been written three months prior, and it bore many stains\nand evidences of the vicissitudes through which it had emerged.Yes,\nRosendo and his family were well, though still at Maria Rosa, far up\nthe Boque, with Don Nicolas.The war raged below them, but they were\nsafe.\"And not a word from Padre Jose, or about him,\" murmured the girl,\nsinking into a chair and clasping the soiled letter to her breast.Father Waite thought of the little newsboy of Cartagena, and his\npossible share in the cause of Jose's silence.CHAPTER 4\n\n\nCarmen's first serious test of her knowledge of English composition\nwas made early in the semester, in an essay on town life in Colombia;\nand so meritorious did her instructor consider it that he advised her\nto send it to a prominent literary magazine.The result was that the\nessay was accepted, and a request made for further contributions.The girl bubbled with new-found happiness.Then she wrote another, and\nstill another article on the life and customs of her people.Both\nwere given publication; and with the money which she received for them\nshe bought a silk dress for Jude, much to that adoring woman's\nsurprise and vehement protest.Carmen might have saved the money\ntoward a piano--but, no; that would have been thinking of herself, and\nwas inadmissible.Nor did the Beaubien offer any objection.\"Indeed,\"\ncommented that fond shepherd of this lone lamb, \"she would have poured\nthe money out into somebody's open hand anyway, and it", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Then she choked back the tears as she added: \"The girl comes home\nevery night with an empty purse, no matter how full it may have been\nin the morning.Carmen's slight success in the field of letters still further aroused\nHaynerd's interest.The peacefully somnolent Social Era, he thought,\nmight awaken to new things under the stimulus of such fresh writing as\nhers.The hallway is north of the kitchen.\"You talk like a boy that had fallen dead in love,\" said the other;\n\"but anyhow, I don't like the captain's bringing the young woman among\nus, and so I mean to tell him the first chance I have.\"\"Well, now's your time,\" said Bradley, \"for here comes the captain.\"As he spoke, a man coming up from the cabin joined them.His figure,\nthough slight, was firm and compact.The bedroom is south of the kitchen.He was of medium height; his\ncomplexion naturally fair, was somewhat bronzed by the weather, his\nhair was light, his eyes grey, and his face as a whole, one which many\nwould at first sight call handsome.Yet it was one that you could not\nlook on with pleasure for any length of time.There was something in\nhis cold grey eye that sent a chill into your blood, and you could not\nhelp thinking that there was deceit, and falsehood in his perpetual\nsmile.Although his age was forty-five, there was scarcely a wrinkle on his\nface, and you would not take him to be over thirty.Such was Captain Flint, the commander and owner of the little schooner\n_Sea Gull_.\"Captain,\" said Rider, when the other had joined the group; \"Joe and I\nwas talking about that gal just afore you came up, and I was a sayin'\nto him that I was afeard that she would git us into trouble, and I\nwould speak to you about it.\"\"Well,\" said Captain Flint, after a moment's pause, \"if this thing was\nan affair of mine entirely, I should tell you to mind your own\nbusiness, and there the matter would end, but as it concerns you as\nwell as me, I suppose you ought to know why it was done.\"The girl's father, as you know, has all along been one of our best\ncustomers.And we suppose that he was too much interested in our\nsuccess to render it likely that he would expose any of our secrets,\nbut since he's been made a magistrate, he has all at once taken it\ninto his head to set up for an honest man, and the other day he not\nonly told me that it was time I had changed my course and become a\nfair trader, but hinted that he had reason to suspect that we were\nengaged in something worse than mere smuggling, and that if we did not\nwalk pretty straight in future, he might be compelled in his capacity\nof magistrate to make an example of us.\"I don't believe that he has got any evidence against us in regard to\nthat last affair of ours, but I believe that he suspects us, and\nshould he even make his suspicions public, it would work us a great\ndeal of mischief, to say the least of it.\"I said nothing", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "For this purpose I employed some of our Indian\nfriends to entrap, and carry off the girl for me.I took care that it\nshould be done in such a manner as to make her father believe that she\nwas carried off by them for purposes of their own.\"Now, he knows my extensive acquaintance with all the tribes along the\nriver, and that there is no one who can be of as much service to him\nin his efforts to recover his daughter, as I, so that he will not be\nvery likely to interfere with us for some time to come.\"I have seen him since the affair happened, and condoled with him, of\ncourse.The bedroom is north of the kitchen.\"He believes that the Indian who stole his daughter was the chief\nFire Cloud, in revenge for some insult received a number of years ago.The office is south of the kitchen.\"This opinion I encouraged, as it answered my purpose exactly, and I\npromised to render all the assistance I could in his efforts to\nrecover his child.\"This part of the country, as we all know, is getting too hot for us;\nwe can't stand it much longer; if we can only stave off the danger\nuntil the arrival of that East Indiaman that's expected in shortly\nthere'll be a chance for us that don't come more than once or twice in\na lifetime.\"Let us once get the pick out of her cargo, and we shall have enough\nto make the fortunes of all of us, and we can retire to some country\nwhere we can enjoy our good luck without the danger of being\ninterfered with.And then old Rosenthrall can have his daughter again\nand welcome provided he can find her.\"So you see that to let this girl escape will be as much as your necks\nare worth.\"So saying, Captain Flint left his companions and returned to the\ncabin.\"Just as I thought,\" said Old Ropes, when the captain had gone, \"if we\ndon't look well to it this unlucky affair will be the ruin of us all.\"Carl Rosenthrall was a wealthy citizen of New York.That is, rich when\nwe consider the time in which he lived, when our mammoth city was\nlittle more than a good-sized village, and quite a thriving trade was\ncarried on with the Indians along the river, and it was in this trade\nchiefly, that Carl Rosenthrall and his father before him, had made\nnearly all the wealth which Carl possessed.But Carl Rosenthrall's business was not confined to trading with the\nIndians alone, he kept what would now be called a country store.A\nstore where everything almost could be found, from a plough to a paper\nof needles.Some ten years previous to the time when the events occurred which are\nrecorded in the preceding chapter, and when Hellena Rosenthrall was\nabout six years old, an Indian chief with whom Rosenthrall had\nfrequent dealings, and whose name was Fire Cloud, came in to the\nmerchant's house when he was at dinner with his family, and asked for\nsomething to eat, saying that he was hungry.Now Fire Cloud, like the rest of his race, had an unfortunate liking\nfor strong drink, and was a", "question": "What is south of the kitchen?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The chief did as he was required, but in doing so, he put his hand on\nhis tomahawk and at the same time turned on Rosenthrall a look that\nsaid as well as words could say, \"Give me but the opportunity, and\nI'll bury this in your skull.\"The chief, on passing out, seated himself for a moment on the stoop in\nfront of the house.While he was sitting there, little Hellena, with whom he had been a\nfavorite, having often seen him at her father's store, came running\nout to him with a large piece of cake in her hand, saying:\n\n\"Here, No-No, Hellena will give you some cake.\"No-No was the name by which the Indian was known to the child, having\nlearned it from hearing the Indian make use of the name no, no, so\noften when trading with her father.The Indian took the proffered cake with a smile, and as he did so\nlifted the child up in his arms and gazed at her steadily for a few\nmoments, as if he wished to impress every feature upon his memory, and\nthen sat her down again.The houses,\nbuilt of clay, are low and of a wretched appearance; the streets are\nwinding, and covered with flints.The fortress, where the Kaed resides,\nis guarded in ordinary times by a dozen soldiers; but, were this force\nincreased, it could not be defended, in consequence of its dilapidated\ncondition.A spring of excellent water, at a little distance from\nOushda, keeps up the whole year round freshness and verdure in the\ngardens, by means of irrigation.Oushda is a species of oasis of the Desert of Angad, and the aridity of\nthe surrounding country makes these gardens appear delicious, melons,\nolives, and figs being produced in abundance.The distance between Tlemsen and Oushda is sixteen leagues, or about\nsixteen hours' march for troops; Oushda is also four or five days from\nOran, and six days from Fez.The Desert commences beyond the Mulweeah,\nat more than forty leagues from Tlemsen.Like the Algerian Angad, which\nextends to the south of Tlemsen, it is of frightful sterility,\nparticularly in summer.In this season, one may march for six or eight\nhours without finding any water.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.It is impossible to carry on military\noperations in such a country during summer.The bathroom is west of the kitchen.On this account, Marshal\nBugeaud soon excavated Oushda and returned to the Tlemsen territory.Aghla is a town, or rather large village, of the district of Fez, where\nthe late Muley Suleiman occasionally resided.It is situated along the\nriver Wad Vergha, in a spacious and well-cultivated district.A great\nmarket of cattle, wool, and bees'-wax, is held in the neighbourhood.The\ncountry abounds in lions; but, it is pretended, of such a cowardly race,\nthat a child can frighten them away.Hence the proverb addressed to a\npusillanimous individual", "question": "What is the kitchen east of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The Arabs certainly do occasionally run after\nlions with sticks, or throw stones at them, as we are accustomed to\nthrow stones at dogs.Nakhila, _i.e._, \"little palm,\" is a little town of the province of\nTemsna, placed in the river Gueer; very ancient, and formerly rich and\nthickly populated.A great mart, or souk, is annually held at this\nplace.It is the site of the ancient Occath.Meshru Khaluf, _i.e._, \"ford, or watering-place of the wild-boar,\" in\nthe district of the Beni-Miskeen, is a populated village, and situated\non the right bank of the Ovad Omm-Erbergh, lying on the route of many of\nthe chief cities.Here is the ford of Meshra Khaluf, forty-five feet\nwide, from which the village derives its name.On the map will be seen many places called Souk.The interior tribes\nresort thither to purchase and exchange commodities.The market-places\nform groups of villages.The office is south of the garden.It is not a part of my plan to give any\nparticular description of them.Second, those places distinguished in the kingdom of Morocco, including\nSous, Draha, and Tafilett.Tefza, a Berber name, which, according to some, signifies \"sand,\" and to\nothers, \"a bundle of straw,\" is the capital of the province of Todla,\nbuilt by the aborigines on the <DW72> of the Atlas, who surrounded it\nwith a high wall of sandstone (called, also, Tefza.)At two miles east\nof this is the smaller town of Efza, which is a species of suburb,\ndivided from Tefza by the river Derna.The latter place is inhabited\ncertainly by Berbers, whose women are famous for their woollen works and\nweaving.Tefza is also celebrated for its native black and white woollen\nmanufactures.The office is north of the bedroom.The population of the two places is stated at upwards of\n10,000, including 2,000 Jews.Pitideb, or Sitideb, is another fine town in the neighbourhood, built by\nthe Amazirghs on the top of a high mountain.The inhabitants are\nesteemed the most civilized of their nation, and governed by their own\nelders and chiefs, they live in a state of almost republican\nindependence.Some good native manufactures are produced, and a large\ncommerce with strangers is carried on.The women are reputed as being\nextremely fair and fascinating.Ghuer, or Gheu, (War, _i.e._, \"difficult?\")is a citadel, or rather a\nstrong, massive rock, and the most inaccessible of all in Morocco,\nforming a portion of the mountains of Jedla, near the sources of the Wad\nOmm-Erbegh.This rocky fort is the residence of the supreme Amrgar, or\nchief of the Amazirghs, who rendered himself renowned through the empire\nby fighting a pitch-battle with the Imperial troops in 1819.Such", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The Shereefs always compound with them, if they can,\nthese primitive tribes being so many centres of an _imperium imperio_,\nor of revolt and disaffection.The garden is east of the bathroom.Tijijet in the province of Dukkalah, situate on the left bank of the\nriver Omm-Erbegh, along the route from Fez to Morocco, is a small town,\nbut was formerly of considerable importance.A famous market for grain is held here, which is attended by the tribe\nof the Atlas: the country abounds in grain and cattle of the finest\nbreed.Bulawan or Bou-el-Awan, \"father of commodious ways or journeys,\" is a\nsmall town of 300 houses, with an old castle, formerly a place of\nconsequence; and lying on an arm of the river Omm-Erbegh _en route_ from\nMorocco to Salee and Mequinez and commanding the passage of the river.It is 80 miles from Morocco, and 110 from Salee.On the opposite side of\nthe river, is the village of Taboulaunt, peopled mostly with Jews and\nferrymen.Soubeit is a very ancient city on the left bank of the Omm-Erbegh,\nsurrounded with walls, and situate twenty miles from El-Medina in a\nmountainous region abounding with hares; it is inhabited by a tribe of\nthe same name, or probably Sbeita, which is also the name of a tribe\nsouth of Tangier.Meramer is a city built by the Goths on a fertile plain, near Mount\nBeni-Megher, about fourteen miles east of Saffee, in the province of\nDukkala, and carrying on a great commerce in oil and grain.El-Medina is a large walled populous city of merchants and artizans, and\ncapital of the district of Haskowra; the men are seditious, turbulent\nand inhospitable; the women are reputed to be fair and pretty, but\ndisposed, when opportunity offers, to confer their favours on strangers.There is another place four miles distant of nearly the same name.Tagodast is another equally large and rich city of the province of\nHaskowra crowning the heights of a lofty mountain surrounded by four\nother mountains, but near a plain of six miles in extent, covered with\nrich vegetation producing an immense quantity of Argan oil, and the\nfinest fruits.In the meantime, let us go down to Fleet Street and interview Casey.And then, if you're good, I'll take you to call on Miss Carrington.\"\"Come along, man, come\nalong!\"VII\n\nGREENBERRY POINT\n\n\nThere was no trouble with Casey--he had been mighty glad to take them.And, at about noon of the following day, they drew in to the ancient\ncapital, having made a quick and easy run from Hampton.It was clear, bright October weather, when late summer seems to linger\nfor very joy of staying, and all nature is in accord.The State House,\nwhere Washington resigned his commission--with its chaste lines and\ndignified white domeThe kitchen is west of the bathroom.", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "A few old mansions, up the Spa,\nseen before they landed, with the promise of others concealed among the\ntrees, higher up, told their story of a Past departed--a finished\ncity.\"Yonder, sir, on the far side of the Severn--the strip of land which\njuts out into the Bay.\"\"First hypothesis, dead as a musket!\"The hallway is north of the kitchen.\"There isn't\na house in sight--except the light-house, and it's a bug-light.\"\"No houses--but where are the trees?\"\"It seems\npretty low,\" he said, to the skipper; \"is it ever covered with water?\"\"I think not, sir--the water's just eating it slowly away.\"Croyden nodded, and faced townward.\"What is the enormous white stone building, yonder?\"The bathroom is north of the hallway.\"The Naval Academy--that's only one of the buildings, sir, Bancroft\nHall.The whole Academy occupies a great stretch of land along the\nSevern.\"They landed at the dock, at the foot of Market Place and inquired the\nway to Carvel Hall--that being the hotel advised by Dick.They were\ndirected up Wayman's alley--one of the numerous three foot\nthoroughfares between streets, in which the town abounds--to Prince\nGeorge Street, and turning northward on it for a block, past the once\nsplendid Brice house, now going slowly to decay, they arrived at the\nhotel:--the central house of English brick with the wings on either\nside, and a modern hotel building tacked on the rear.was Macloud's comment, as they ascended the steps\nto the brick terrace and, thence, into the hotel.\"Isn't this an old\nresidence?\"he inquired of the clerk, behind the desk.It's the William Paca (the Signer) mansion, but it served as\nthe home of Dorothy Manners in _Richard Carvel_, and hence the name,\nsir: Carvel Hall.We've many fine houses here: the Chase House--he\nalso was a Signer; the Harwood House, said to be one of the most\nperfect specimens of Colonial architecture in America; the Scott House,\non the Spa; the Brice House, next door; McDowell Hall, older than any\nof them, was gutted by fire last year, but has been restored; the Ogle\nmansion--he was Governor in the 1740's, I think.this was the Paris\nof America before and during the Revolution.Why, sir, the tonnage of\nthe Port of Annapolis, in 1770, was greater than the tonnage of the\nPort of Baltimore, to-day.\"What's\nhappened to it since 1770?\"\"Nothing, sir--that's the trouble, it's progressed backward--and\nBaltimore has taken its place.\"\"It's being served now, sir--twelve-thirty to two.\"\"Order a pair of saddle horses, and have them around at one-thirty,\nplease.\"\"There is no livery connected with the hotel, sir, but I'll do what I\ncan.There isn't any saddlers", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "However, you had\nbetter drive, if you will permit me to suggest, sir.\"\"No!--we will try the horses,\" he said.It had been determined that they should ride for the reasons, as urged\nby Macloud, that they could go on horseback where they could not in a\nconveyance, and they would be less likely to occasion comment.The\nformer of which appealed to Croyden, though the latter did not.Macloud had borrowed an extra pair of riding breeches and puttees, from\nhis friend, and, at the time appointed, the two men passed through the\noffice.Two <DW64> lads were holding a pair of rawboned nags, that resembled\nsaddlers about as much as a cigar-store Indian does a sonata.Croyden\nlooked them over in undisguised disgust.\"If these are Cheney's Best,\" he commented, \"what in Heaven's name are\nhis worst?\"said Macloud, adjusting the stirrups.The garden is west of the kitchen.\"Get aboard and leave\nthe kicking to the horses, they may be better than they look.\"Straight up to the College green,\" he replied, pointing; \"then one\nsquare to the right to King George Street, and on out it, across\nCollege Creek, to the Marine Barracks.The road forks there; you turn\nto the right; and the bridge is at the foot of the hill.\"\"He ought to write a guide book,\" said Croyden.\"Well paved\nstreets,--but a trifle hard for riding.\"\"And more than a trifle dirty,\" Croyden added.\"My horse isn't so\nbad--how's yours?\"\"He'll do!--This must be the Naval Academy,\" as they passed along a\nhigh brick wall--\"Yonder, are the Barracks--the Marines are drilling in\nfront.\"They clattered over the creek, rounded the quarters of the\n\"Hermaphrodites,\" and saw below them the wide bridge, almost a half a\nmile long, which spans the Severn.The draw was open, to let a motor\nboat pass through, but it closed before they reached it.Macloud exclaimed, drawing rein,\nmidway.\"Look at the high bluff, on the farther shore, with the view up\nthe river, on one side, and down the Bay, and clear across on the\nother.... Now,\" as they wound up on the hill, \"for the first road to\nthe right.\"laughed Croyden, as the road swung\nabruptly westward and directly away from Greenberry Point.\"Let us go a little farther,\" said Macloud.\"There must be a way--a\nbridle path, if nothing better--and, if we must, we can push straight\nthrough the timber; there doesn't seem to be any fences.You see, it\nwas rational to ride.\"as one unexpectedly took off to the right,\namong the trees, and bore almost immediately eastward.Presently they were startled by a series of explosions, a short\ndistance ahead.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.I had a designe to comprehend all what I thought _I_ knew, before _I_\nwould write it, touching", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "But even as\nPainters, not being able equally well to represent upon a _flat_ all the\nseverall facies of a solid body, chuse the principall of them, which\nthey place towards the light; and shadowing the others, make them appear\nno more then they do to our sight: So, fearing lest _I_ should not bring\ninto this Discourse all which was in my thoughts, _I_ onely undertook to\nset forth at large my conceptions touching the light; and upon that\noccasion to add somewhat of the Sun, and of the fix'd Stars, by reason\nthat it proceeds almost all from thence; of the Heavens, because they\ntransmit it; of the Planets, of the Comets, and of the Earth, because\nthey cause it to reflect; and in particular, of all Bodies which are on\nthe earth, whether for that they are either coloured, or transparent, or\nluminous; and last of all, of Man, because he is the Spectator thereof.As also, in some manner to shadow out all these things, and that _I_\nmight the more freely speak what _I_ judg'd, without being obliged to\nfollow, or to refute the opinions which are received amongst the\nLearned, _I_ resolved to leave all this world here to their disputes,\nand to speak onely of what would happen in a new one, if God now created\nsome where in those imaginary spaces matter enough to compose it, and\nthat he diversly and without order agitated the severall parts of this\nmatter, so as to compose a Chaos of it as confused as the Poets could\nfeign one: and that afterwards he did nothing but lend his ordinary\nconcurrence to Nature, and leave her to work according to the Laws he\nhath established.The office is west of the hallway.Thus first of all _I_ described this Matter, and endevoured to\nrepresent it such, that me thinks there is nothing in the world more\nclear, or more intelligible, except what was beforesaid of God, and of\nthe Soul.For even _I_ expresly supposed that there was in it none of\nthose forms and qualities which are disputed in the Schools; nor\ngenerally any thing but that the knowledge thereof was so naturall to\nour understandings, that we could not even feigne to be ignorant of it.Besides, I made known what the Laws of Nature were; and without\ngrounding my reasons on any other principles, but on the infinite\nperfections of God, I did endeavour to demonstrate all those which might\nbe questioned, and to make them appear to be such, that although God had\ncreated divers worlds, there could have been none where they were not\nobserved.Afterwards _I_ shewed how the greater part of the Matter of\nthis _Chaos_ ought, according to those Laws, to dispose and order it\nself in a certain manner, which would make it like our Heavens: And how\nsome of these parts were to compose an Earth, and some Planets and\nCommets, some others a Sun and fix'd Starrs.And here enlarging my self\non the subject of Light, _I_ at length explainThe kitchen is east of the hallway.", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "_I_ added also divers things\ntouching the substance, situation, the motions, and all the several\nqualities of these heavens and these stars: So that _I_ thought _I_ had\nsaid enough to make known, That there is nothing remarkable in those of\nthis world, which ought not, or at least could not appear altogether\nlike to these of that world which _I_ described.Thence _I_ came to speak particularly of the Earth; how, although I had\nexpresly supposed, that God had placed no weight in the Matter whereof\nit was composed; yet all its parts exactly tended towards its center:\nHow that there being water and air upon its superficies, the disposition\nof the Heavens, and of the Starrs, and chiefly of the Moon, ought to\ncause a floud and an ebb, which in all circumstances was like to that\nwhich we observe in our Seas; And besides, a certain course aswel of the\nwater, as of the air, from East to West, as is also observed between the\nTropicks: How the Mountains, the Seas, the Springs and Rivers might\nnaturally be form'd therein, and Metals run in the mines, and Plants\ngrow in the Fields, and generally all bodies be therein engendered which\nare call'd mixt or composed.And amongst other things, because that next the Stars, I know nothing in\nthe world but Fire, which produceth light, I studied to make all clearly\nunderstood which belongs to its nature; how it's made, how it's fed,\nhow sometimes it hath heat onely without light, and sometimes onely\nlight without heat; how it can introduce several colours into several\nbodies, and divers other qualities; how it dissolves some, and hardens\nothers; how it can consume almost all, or convert them into ashes and\nsmoak: and last of all, how of those ashes, by the only violence of its\naction, it forms glass.For this transmutation of ashes into glass,\nseeming to me to be as admirable as any other operation in Nature, I\nparticularly took pleasure to describe it.The bathroom is east of the bedroom.Yet would I not inferre from all these things, that this World was\ncreated after the manner I had proposed.For it is more probable that\nGod made it such as it was to be, from the beginning.The garden is west of the bedroom.But it's certain,\nand 'tis an opinion commonly received amongst the Divines, That the\naction whereby he now preserveth it, is the same with that by which he\ncreated it.So that, although at the beginning he had given it no other\nform but that of a Chaos (provided, that having established the Laws of\nNature, he had afforded his concurrence to it, to work as it used to do)\nwe may beleeve (without doing wrong to the miracle of the Creation) that\nby that alone all things which are purely material might in time have\nrendred themselves such as we now see them: and their nature is far\neasier to conceive, when by little and little we see them brought forth\nso, then when we consider them quite form'd all at once.From the description of inanimate Bodies and", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "But no heavenly light illumines the sky, only\nthe pale radiance of the moon, and no sound breaks upon the child\u2019s\nlistening ear save the monotonous music of the ever-flowing water.With a disappointed little sigh, Ruby brings her gaze back to earth\nagain.The white moonlight is flooding the country for miles around,\nand in its light the ringed trees in the cleared space about the\nstation stand up gaunt and tall like watchful sentinels over this\nhome in the lonely bush.Yet Ruby has no desire to retrace her steps\nhomewards.It may be that the angel host with their wondrous song will\ncome again.So the child lingers, throwing little pebbles in the brook,\nand watching the miniature circles widen and widen, brightened to\nlimpid silver in the sheeny light.The hallway is south of the bathroom.A halting footstep makes her turn her head.There, a few paces away,\na bent figure is coming wearifully along, weighted down beneath its\nbundle of <DW19>s.Near Ruby it stumbles and falls, the <DW19>s\nrolling from the wearied back down to the creek, where, caught by a\nboulder, they swing this way and that in the flowing water.Involuntarily the child gives a step forward, then springs back with\na sudden shiver.The bathroom is south of the garden.\u201cIt\u2019s the wicked old one,\u201d she whispers.\u201cAnd I\n_couldn\u2019t_ help him!Oh, I _couldn\u2019t_ help him!\u201d\n\n\u201cOn earth peace, good will toward men!\u201d Faint and far away is the echo,\nyet full of meaning to the child\u2019s heart.She gives a backward glance\nover her shoulder at the fallen old man.He is groping with his hands\nthis way and that, as though in darkness, and the blood is flowing from\na cut in the ugly yellow wizened face.\u201cIf it wasn\u2019t _him_,\u201d Ruby mutters.\u201cIf it was anybody else but the\nwicked old one; but I can\u2019t be kind to _him_.\u201d\n\n\u201cOn earth peace, good will toward men!\u201d Clearer and clearer rings out\nthe angel benison, sent from the gates of heaven, where Ruby\u2019s mother\nwaits to welcome home again the husband and child from whose loving\narms she was so soon called away.To be \u201ckind,\u201d that is what Ruby has\ndecided \u201cgood will\u201d means.Is she, then, being kind, to the old man\nwhose groping hands appeal so vainly to her aid?\u201cDad wouldn\u2019t like me to,\u201d decides Ruby, trying to stifle the voice of\nconscience.\u201cAnd he\u2019s _such_ a horrid old man.\u201d\n\nClearer and still clearer, higher and still higher rings out the\nangels\u2019 singing.There is a queer sort of tugging going on at Ruby\u2019s\nheart.She knows she ought to go back to help old Davis and yet she", "question": "What is the bathroom north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Then a great flash of light comes before her eyes, and Ruby suddenly\nwakens to find herself in her own little bed, the white curtains drawn\nclosely to ward off mosquitoes, and the morning sun slanting in and\nforming a long golden bar on the opposite curtain.The little girl rubs her eyes and stares about her.She, who has so\noften even doubted reality, finds it hard to believe that what has\npassed is really a dream.Even yet the angel voices seem to be sounding\nin her ears, the heavenly light dazzling her eyes.\u201cAnd they weren\u2019t angels, after all,\u201d murmurs Ruby in a disappointed\nvoice.\u201cIt was only a dream.\u201d\n\nOnly a dream!How many of our so-called realities are \u201conly a dream,\u201d\nfrom which we waken with disappointed hearts and saddened eyes.One far\nday there will come to us that which is not a dream, but a reality,\nwhich can never pass away, and we shall awaken in heaven\u2019s morning,\nbeing \u201csatisfied.\u201d\n\n\u201cDad,\u201d asks Ruby as they go about the station that morning, she hanging\non her father\u2019s arm, \u201cwhat was my mamma like--my own mamma, I mean?\u201d\n\nThe big man smiles, and looks down into the eager little face uplifted\nto his own.\u201cYour own mamma, little woman,\u201d he repeats gently.of course you don\u2019t remember her.You remind me of her, Ruby, in a\ngreat many ways, and it is my greatest wish that you grow up just such\na woman as your dear mother was.I\ndon\u2019t think you ever asked me about your mother before.\u201d\n\n\u201cI just wondered,\u201d says Ruby.She is gazing up into the cloudless blue\nof the sky, which has figured so vividly in her dream of last night.\u201cI\nwish I remembered her,\u201d Ruby murmurs, with the tiniest sigh.\u201cPoor little lassie!\u201d says the father, patting the small hand.\u201cHer\ngreatest sorrow was in leaving you, Ruby.You were just a baby when she\ndied.The garden is east of the office.Not long before she went away she spoke about you, her little\ngirl whom she was so unwilling to leave.\u2018Tell my little Ruby,\u2019 she\nsaid, \u2018that I shall be waiting for her.I have prayed to the dear Lord\nJesus that she may be one of those whom He gathers that day when He\ncomes to make up His jewels.\u2019 She used to call you her little jewel,\nRuby.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd my name means a jewel,\u201d says Ruby, looking up into her father\u2019s\nface with big, wondering brown eyes.The dream mother has come nearer\nto her little girl during those last few minutes than she has ever\ndone before.Those words, spoken so long ago, have made Ruby feel her\nlong-dead young mother to be a real personality, albeit separated from\nthe little girl for whom one far day sheThe bedroom is west of the office.", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "In that fair city, \u201cinto which no foe can\nenter, and from which no friend can ever pass away,\u201d Ruby\u2019s mother has\ndone with all care and sorrow.God Himself has wiped away all tears\nfrom her eyes for ever.Ruby goes about with a very sober little face that morning.She gathers\nfresh flowers for the sitting-room, and carries the flower-glasses\nacross the courtyard to the kitchen to wash them out.This is one of\nRuby\u2019s customary little duties.She has a variety of such small tasks\nwhich fill up the early hours of the morning.After this Ruby usually\nconscientiously learns a few lessons, which her step-mother hears her\nrecite now and then, as the humour seizes her.The bedroom is south of the office.But at present Ruby is enjoying holidays in honour of Christmas,\nholidays which the little girl has decided shall last a month or more,\nif she can possibly manage it.\u201cYou\u2019re very quiet to-day, Ruby,\u201d observes her step-mother, as the\nchild goes about the room, placing the vases of flowers in their\naccustomed places.Thorne is reclining upon her favourite sofa,\nthe latest new book which the station affords in her hand.\u201cAren\u2019t you\nwell, child?\u201d she asks.\u201cAm I quiet?\u201d Ruby says.\u201cI didn\u2019t notice, mamma.I\u2019m all right.\u201d\n\nIt is true, as the little girl has said, that she has not even noticed\nthat she is more quiet than usual.Involuntarily her thoughts have\ngone out to the mother whom she never knew, the mother who even now is\nwaiting in sunny Paradise for the little daughter she has left behind.Since she left her so long ago, Ruby has hardly given a thought to her\nmother.\"I'm very sorry, Ginger,\" ses Bill, as 'e took a little over eight pounds\nout of Ginger's pocket.\"I'll pay you back one o' these days, if I can.If you'd got a rope round your neck same as I 'ave you'd do the same as\nI've done.\"He lifted up the bedclothes and put Ginger inside and tucked 'im up.Ginger's face was red with passion and 'is eyes starting out of his 'ead.\"Eight and six is fifteen,\" ses Bill, and just then he 'eard somebody\ncoming up the stairs.Ginger 'eard it, too, and as Peter Russet came\ninto the room 'e tried all 'e could to attract 'is attention by rolling\n'is 'ead from side to side.The office is south of the kitchen.\"Why, 'as Ginger gone to bed?\"\"He's all right,\" ses Bill; \"just a bit of a 'eadache.\"Peter stood staring at the bed, and then 'e pulled the clothes off and\nsaw pore Ginger all tied up, and making awful eyes at 'im to undo him.\"I 'ad to do it, Peter,\" ses Bill.\"I wanted some more money to escape\nwith, and 'e wouldn't lend it to me.I 'aven't got as much", "question": "What is the kitchen north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "You just came in in the nick of time.Another minute and you'd ha'\nmissed me.\"Ah, I wish I could lend you some, Bill,\" ses Peter Russet, turning pale,\n\"but I've 'ad my pocket picked; that's wot I came back for, to get some\nfrom Ginger.\"\"You see 'ow it is, Bill,\" ses Peter, edging back toward the door; \"three\nmen laid 'old of me and took every farthing I'd got.\"\"Well, I can't rob you, then,\" ses Bill, catching 'old of 'im.\"Whoever's money this is,\" he ses, pulling a handful out o' Peter's\npocket, \"it can't be yours.The hallway is south of the bathroom.Now, if you make another sound I'll knock\nyour 'ead off afore I tie you up.\"\"Don't tie me up, Bill,\" ses Peter, struggling.\"I can't trust you,\" ses Bill, dragging 'im over to the washstand and\ntaking up the other towel; \"turn round.\"Peter was a much easier job than Ginger Dick, and arter Bill 'ad done 'im\n'e put 'im in alongside o' Ginger and covered 'em up, arter first tying\nboth the gags round with some string to prevent 'em slipping.\"Mind, I've only borrowed it,\" he ses, standing by the side o' the bed;\n\"but I must say, mates, I'm disappointed in both of you.If either of\nyou 'ad 'ad the misfortune wot I've 'ad, I'd have sold the clothes off my\nback to 'elp you.And I wouldn't 'ave waited to be asked neither.\"He stood there for a minute very sorrowful, and then 'e patted both their\n'eads and went downstairs.Ginger and Peter lay listening for a bit, and\nthen they turned their pore bound-up faces to each other and tried to\ntalk with their eyes.Then Ginger began to wriggle and try and twist the cords off, but 'e\nmight as well 'ave tried to wriggle out of 'is skin.The hallway is north of the kitchen.The worst of it was\nthey couldn't make known their intentions to each other, and when Peter\nRusset leaned over 'im and tried to work 'is gag off by rubbing it up\nagin 'is nose, Ginger pretty near went crazy with temper.He banged\nPeter with his 'ead, and Peter banged back, and they kept it up till\nthey'd both got splitting 'eadaches, and at last they gave up in despair\nand lay in the darkness waiting for Sam.And all this time Sam was sitting in the Red Lion, waiting for them.He\nsat there quite patient till twelve o'clock and then walked slowly 'ome,\nwondering wot 'ad happened and whether Bill had gone.Ginger was the fust to 'ear 'is foot on the stairs, and as he came into\nthe room, in the darkness, him an' Peter Russet started shaking their bed\nin a way that scared old Sam nearly to death.He thought it was Bill\ncarrying on agin, and 'e was out o' that door and", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "He stood there trembling for about ten\nminutes, and then, as nothing 'appened, he walked slowly upstairs agin on\ntiptoe, and as soon as they heard the door creak Peter and Ginger made\nthat bed do everything but speak.ses old Sam, in a shaky voice, and standing ready\nto dash downstairs agin.There was no answer except for the bed, and Sam didn't know whether Bill\nwas dying or whether 'e 'ad got delirium trimmings.All 'e did know was\nthat 'e wasn't going to sleep in that room.He shut the door gently and\nwent downstairs agin, feeling in 'is pocket for a match, and, not finding\none, 'e picked out the softest stair 'e could find and, leaning his 'ead\nagin the banisters, went to sleep.[Illustration: \"Picked out the softest stair 'e could find.\"]It was about six o'clock when 'e woke up, and broad daylight.He was\nstiff and sore all over, and feeling braver in the light 'e stepped\nsoftly upstairs and opened the door.Peter and Ginger was waiting for\n'im, and as he peeped in 'e saw two things sitting up in bed with their\n'air standing up all over like mops and their faces tied up with\nbandages.He was that startled 'e nearly screamed, and then 'e stepped\ninto the room and stared at 'em as if he couldn't believe 'is eyes.\"Wot d'ye mean by making sights of\nyourselves like that?'Ave you took leave of your senses?\"The bedroom is east of the kitchen.Ginger and Peter shook their 'eads and rolled their eyes, and then Sam\nsee wot was the matter with 'em.Fust thing 'e did was to pull out 'is\nknife and cut Ginger's gag off, and the fust thing Ginger did was to call\n'im every name 'e could lay his tongue to.\"You wait a moment,\" he screams, 'arf crying with rage.\"You wait till I\nget my 'ands loose and I'll pull you to pieces.The idea o' leaving us\nlike this all night, you old crocodile.He cut off Peter Russet's gag, and Peter Russet\ncalled 'im 'arf a score o' names without taking breath.\"And when Ginger's finished I'll 'ave a go at you,\" he ses.\"Oh, you wait till I get my 'ands on\nyou.\"Sam didn't answer 'em; he shut up 'is knife with a click and then 'e sat\nat the foot o' the bed on Ginger's feet and looked at 'em.The office is east of the bedroom.It wasn't the\nfust time they'd been rude to 'im, but as a rule he'd 'ad to put up with\nit.He sat and listened while Ginger swore 'imself faint.\"That'll do,\" he ses, at last; \"another word and I shall put the\nbedclothes over your 'ead.Afore I do anything more I want to know wot\nit's all about.\"Peter told 'im, arter fust calling 'im some more names, because Ginger", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "He sat there talking as though 'e enjoyed the sound of 'is\nown voice, and he told Peter and Ginger all their faults and said wot\nsorrow it caused their friends.Twice he 'ad to throw the bedclothes\nover their 'eads because o' the noise they was making.Gordon after an admirable and understanding fashion) because there\nare two things that I should like to say to my readers, being also my\nfriends.One, is to answer a question that has been often and fairly asked.Was\nthere ever any doctor so self-forgetful and so utterly Christian as\nWilliam MacLure?The office is south of the bedroom.To which I am proud to reply, on my conscience: Not one\nman, but many in Scotland and in the South country.I will dare prophecy\nalso across the sea.It has been one man's good fortune to know four country doctors, not one\nof whom was without his faults--Weelum was not perfect--but who, each\none, might have sat for my hero.Three are now resting from their\nlabors, and the fourth, if he ever should see these lines, would never\nidentify himself.Then I desire to thank my readers, and chiefly the medical profession\nfor the reception given to the Doctor of Drumtochty.For many years I have desired to pay some tribute to a class whose\nservice to the community was known to every countryman, but after the\ntale had gone forth my heart failed.For it might have been despised\nfor the little grace of letters in the style and because of the outward\nroughness of the man.But neither his biographer nor his circumstances\nhave been able to obscure MacLure who has himself won all honest hearts,\nand received afresh the recognition of his more distinguished brethren.From all parts of the English-speaking world letters have come in\ncommendation of Weelum MacLure, and many were from doctors who had\nreceived new courage.It is surely more honor than a new writer could\never have deserved to receive the approbation of a profession whose\ncharity puts us all to shame.The hallway is south of the office.May I take this first opportunity to declare how deeply my heart has\nbeen touched by the favor shown to a simple book by the American people,\nand to express my hope that one day it may be given me to see you face\nto face.A GENERAL PRACTITIONER\n\n\n\nI\n\nA GENERAL PRACTITIONER\n\nDrumtochty was accustomed to break every law of health, except wholesome\nfood and fresh air, and yet had reduced the Psalmist's farthest limit to\nan average life-rate.Our men made no difference in their clothes for\nsummer or winter, Drumsheugh and one or two of the larger farmers\ncondescending to a topcoat on Sabbath, as a penalty of their position,\nand without regard to temperature.They wore their blacks at a funeral,\nrefusing to cover them with anything, out of respect to the deceased,\nand standing longest in the kirkyard when the north wind was blowing\nacross a hundred miles of snow.If the rain was pouring at the Junction,\nthen Drumtochty stood two minutes longer through sheer native dourness", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "[Illustration: SANDY STEWART \"NAPPED\" STONES]\n\nThis sustained defiance of the elements provoked occasional judgments in\nthe shape of a \"hoast\" (cough), and the head of the house was then\nexhorted by his women folk to \"change his feet\" if he had happened to\nwalk through a burn on his way home, and was pestered generally with\nsanitary precautions.The bedroom is west of the kitchen.The office is west of the bedroom.It is right to add that the  gudeman treated such\nadvice with contempt, regarding it as suitable for the effeminacy of\ntowns, but not seriously intended for Drumtochty.Sandy Stewart \"napped\"\nstones on the road in his shirt sleeves, wet or fair, summer and winter,\ntill he was persuaded to retire from active duty at eighty-five, and he\nspent ten years more in regretting his hastiness and criticising his\nsuccessor.The ordinary course of life, with fine air and contented\nminds, was to do a full share of work till seventy, and then to look\nafter \"orra\" jobs well into the eighties, and to \"slip awa\" within sight\nof ninety.Persons above ninety were understood to be acquitting\nthemselves with credit, and assumed airs of authority, brushing aside\nthe opinions of seventy as immature, and confirming their conclusions\nwith illustrations drawn from the end of last century.When Hillocks' brother so far forgot himself as to \"slip awa\"\nat sixty, that worthy man was scandalized, and offered laboured\nexplanations at the \"beerial.\"\"It's an awfu' business ony wy ye look at it, an' a sair trial tae us\na'.A' never heard tell o' sic a thing in oor family afore, an' it's no\neasy accoontin' for't.\"The gudewife was sayin' he wes never the same sin' a weet nicht he lost\nhimsel on the muir and slept below a bush; but that's neither here nor\nthere.A'm thinkin' he sappit his constitution thae twa years he wes\ngrieve aboot England.That wes thirty years syne, but ye're never the\nsame aifter thae foreign climates.\"Drumtochty listened patiently to Hillocks' apology, but was not\nsatisfied.\"It's clean havers about the muir.Losh keep's, we've a' sleepit oot and\nnever been a hair the waur.\"A' admit that England micht hae dune the job; it's no cannie stravagin'\nyon wy frae place tae place, but Drums never complained tae me if he hed\nbeen nippit in the Sooth.\"The parish had, in fact, lost confidence in Drums after his wayward\nexperiment with a potato-digging machine, which turned out a lamentable\nfailure, and his premature departure confirmed our vague impression of\nhis character.\"He's awa noo,\" Drumsheugh summed up, after opinion had time to form;\n\"an'", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "When illness had the audacity to attack a Drumtochty man, it was\ndescribed as a \"whup,\" and was treated by the men with a fine\nnegligence.Hillocks was sitting in the post-office one afternoon when\nI looked in for my letters, and the right side of his face was blazing\nred.His subject of discourse was the prospects of the turnip \"breer,\"\nbut he casually explained that he was waiting for medical advice.\"The gudewife is keepin' up a ding-dong frae mornin' till nicht aboot ma\nface, and a'm fair deaved (deafened), so a'm watchin' for MacLure tae\nget a bottle as he comes wast; yon's him noo.\"The doctor made his diagnosis from horseback on sight, and stated the\nresult with that admirable clearness which endeared him to Drumtochty.\"Confoond ye, Hillocks, what are ye ploiterin' aboot here for in the\nweet wi' a face like a boiled beet?Because Ham was sent there,\nand his followers mustard (mustered) and bre(a)d.\n\nWhy is the Hebrew persuasion the best of all persuasions?Because it is\none that admits of no gammon.What is the most ancient mention made of a banking transaction?When\nPharaoh got a check on the Red Sea Bank, which was crossed by Moses.Because they are the produce of\nAbraham.What parts of what animals are like the spring and autumn gales?The hallway is north of the bathroom.The\nequine hocks (equinox).Two gamblers were sitting\n      Striving to cheat each other,\n    And, by a cunning trick, my _last_\n      Had raised a fearful bother.The one who lost he looked my _first_,\n      But he who won assumed my _whole_,\n    Which little did the luckless one\n      Amid his bitter grief console.Since both were rogues, we will not screen them--\n    There was not my _second_ to choose between them.Which eat most grass, black sheep or white?White, because there are\nmore of them.What is the difference between the manner of the death of a barber and\na sculptor?One curls up and dies, and the other makes faces and busts.What is the difference between a mother with a large family and a\nbarber?One shaves with his razors, and the other raises her shavers.My love for you will never know\n      My _first_, nor get my _second_:\n    'Tis like your wit and beauty, so\n      My _whole_ 'twill aye be reckoned.When does a gourmand find it impossible to bridle--we ought, perhaps,\nto say curb--his appetite?The bathroom is north of the bedroom.When he wants a bit in his mouth out of a\nsaddle of mutton.May my _first_ never be lost in my _second_,\n    To prevent me", "question": "What is north of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Why do sailors working in brigs make bad servants?Because it is\nimpossible for a man to serve two mast-ers well!Why is a note of hand like a rosebud?Because it is matured by falling\ndue (dew).The bedroom is north of the garden.Why are plagiarists like Long Branch hotel-keepers with newly-married\ncouples?Because they are accustomed to seaside dears (seize ideas),\nand to make the most out of them that is possible!Cut off my head, and singular I am;\n    Cut off my tail, and plural I appear;\n    Cut off both head and tail, and, wondrous fact,\n    Although my middle's left, there's nothing there.What is my head?--a sounding sea;\n    What is my tail?--a flowing river;\n    In ocean's greatest depths I fearless play,\n    Parent of sweetest sounds though mute forever.Why is a dog's tail a great novelty?Why does a nobleman's title sometimes become extinct?Because, though\nthe Queen can make a man appear (a peer), she can't make him apparent\n(a parent).Why is the Prince of Wales, musing on his mother's government, like a\nrainbow?Because it's the son's (sun's) reflection on a steady reign\n(rain)!Why was Louis Phillippe like a very wet day?Because he rained\n(reigned) as long as he could, and then--mizzled!When Louis Phillippe was deposed, why did he lose less than any of his\nsubjects?The kitchen is south of the garden.Because, whilst he only lost a crown, they lost a sovereign.Why is the final letter in Europe like a Parisian riot?Because it's an\nE-mute.What was once the most fashionable cap in Paris?Without my _first_ no man nor beast could live.It was my _second_ who my _first_ did give;\n    And now vain man assumes my _second's_ name,\n    And to my _first_ makes his resistless claim.Oh, luckless they who feel the harsh control,\n    When cold and heartless proves my grasping _whole_.Because they are never content until\nthey execute their pas.In what respect do modern customs differ materially from ancient ones?Formerly they were hewers of wood and drawers of water; now we have\ndrawers of wood and ewers of water!Why does a man who has been all his life a hewer of wood, that is, a\nwood-cutter, never come home to dinner?Because he's not only bre(a)d\nthere, but he's always a chop(p)in' the wood!Why should the poet have expected the woodman to \"spare that tree?\"Because he thought he was a good feller!What did Jack Frost say when he kissed the violet?Ashes, as, when burned, they're\nashes still.If a tree were to break a window, what would the window say?And when is a charade like a fir-tree?When you get a deal bored\n(board) from its length!", "question": "What is south of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "but what did the sun say to the rose?Why is the Ohio river like a drunken man?Because it takes in too much\nMonongahela at Pittsburgh, runs past Wheeling, gets a Licking opposite\nCincinnati, and falls below Louisville.When is the Hudson river good for the eyes?My _first_ she was a serving-maid--\n      She went to fetch some tea;\n    How much she brought my _second_ tells,\n      As plainly as can be.Now when you have the answer found,\n      Name it to others too;\n    My _whole_ is just the very thing,\n      In telling them, you'll do.The garden is north of the bathroom.Which are the lightest men--Scotchmen, Irishmen, or Englishmen?In\nIreland there are men of Cork; in Scotland men of Ayr; but in England,\non the Thames, they have lighter-men.What Island would form a cheerful luncheon party?Friendly Society, a\nSandwich, and Madeira.Tell us the best way to make the hours go fast?And, per contra, when does a man sit down to a melancholy--we had\nnearly said melon-cholic--dessert?When he sits down to whine and to\npine.Where is it that all women are equally beautiful?A sly friend promptly\nreplies, \"Why, in the dark, of course.\"Because they have studded (studied)\nthe heavens since the creation.Because there are r, a, t, s, in both.What is that which, supposing its greatest breadth to be four inches,\nlength nine inches, and depth three inches, contains a solid foot?What pomatum do you imagine a woman with very pretty feet uses for her\nhair?Why is wit like a Chinese lady's foot?Because brevity is the soul\n(sole) of it.Why is the letter S like a pert repartee?Because it begins and ends in\nsauciness.The garden is south of the office.If a gentleman asked his lady-love to take one kind of wine, while he\ndrank another, what two countries would he name?Port-you-gal, I'll\nhave White (Portugal--Isle of Wight).Why should a teetotaler not have a wife?Walpole himself says:--\"We have given the true model of gardening to the\nworld: let other countries mimic or corrupt our taste; but let it reign\nhere on its verdant throne, original by its elegant simplicity, and\nproud of no other art than that of softening nature's harshnesses, and\ncopying her graceful touch.\"18 of his Essays, pays high respect to Mr.Walpole, and differs from him \"with great deference and reluctance.\"He\nobserves:--\"I can hardly think it necessary to make any excuse for\ncalling Lord Orford, Mr.Walpole; it is the name by which he is best\nknown in the literary world, and to which his writings have given a\ncelebrity much beyond what any hereditary honour can bestow.\"Johnson observes:--\"To his sketch of the improvements introduced by", "question": "What is the bathroom south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "It is impossible to pass by this tribute, without\nreminding my reader, that Mr.Johnson's own review of our ornamental\ngardening, is energetic and luminous; as is indeed the whole of his\ncomprehensive general review of gardening, from the earliest period,\ndown to the close of the last century.He devoted himself to literary pursuits; was\na profound antiquary, and a truly worthy man.He died in 1800, aged 73,\nat his chambers in the Temple, and was buried in the Temple church.The\nattractive improvements in the gardens there, may be said to have\noriginated with him.He possibly looked on them as classic ground; for\nin these gardens, the proud Somerset vowed to dye their white rose to a\nbloody red, and Warwick prophesied that their brawl\n\n                          ----in the Temple garden,\n   Shall send, between the red rose and the white,\n   A thousand souls to death and deadly night.He published,\n\n     1.Observations on the more Ancient Statutes, 4to.The bedroom is east of the office.To the 5th\n     edition of which, in 1796, is prefixed his portrait.A translation of Orosius, ascribed to Alfred, with notes, 8vo.Tracts on the probability of reaching the North Pole, 4to.of the Archaeologia, is his paper On the Progress of\n     Gardening.It was printed as a separate tract by Mr.Nichols, price\n     1s.Miscellanies on various subjects, 4to.Nichols, in his Life of Bowyer, calls him \"a man of amiable\ncharacter, polite, communicative and liberal;\" and in the fifth volume\nof his Illustrations of the Literary History of the Eighteenth Century,\nhe gives a neatly engraved portrait of Mr.Barrington, and some\nmemorials or letters of his.Boswell (\"the cheerful, the pleasant,\nthe inimitable biographer of his illustrious friend\"), thus relates Dr.Barrington:--\"Soon after he\nhad published his excellent Observations on the Statutes, Johnson\nwaited on that worthy and learned gentleman, and having told him his\nname, courteously said, 'I have read your book, Sir, with great\npleasure, and wish to be better known to you.'The kitchen is west of the office.Thus began an\nacquaintance which was continued with mutual regard as long as Johnson\nlived.\"the learned author of Philological Enquiries,\nthus speaks of Mr.Barrington's Observations on the Statutes:--\"a\nvaluable work, concerning which it is difficult to decide, whether it is\nmore entertaining or more instructive.\"JOSEPH CRADOCK, Esq.whose \"Village Memoirs\" display his fine taste in\nlandscape gardening.This feeling and generous-minded man, whose gentle\nmanners, polite learning, and excellent talents, entitled him to an\nacquaintance with the first characters of the age, died in 1826, at the\ngreat age of eighty-five.This", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Johnson\ncalled him \"a very pleasing gentleman.\"Indeed, he appears from every\naccount to have been in all respects an amiable and accomplished person.He had the honour of being selected to dance a minuet with the most\ngraceful of all dancers, Mrs.Garrick, at the Stratford Jubilee.Farmer addressed his unanswerable Essay on the\nLearning of Shakspeare.In acts of humanity and kindness, he was\nsurpassed by few.Pope's line of _the gay conscience of a life well\nspent_, might well have been applied to Mr.When in\nLeicestershire, \"he was respected by people of all parties for his\nworth, and idolized by the poor for his benevolence.\"This honest and\nhonourable man, depicted his own mind in the concluding part of his\ninscription, for the banks of the lake he formed in his romantic and\npicturesque grounds, in that county:--\n\n   _Here on the bank Pomona's blossoms glow,\n   And finny myriads sparkle from below;\n   Here let the mind at peaceful anchor rest,\n   And heaven's own sunshine cheer the guiltless breast._[97]\n\nIn 1773 he partly took his \"Zobeide\" from an unfinished tragedy by\nVoltaire.On sending a copy to Ferney, the enlightened veteran thus\nconcluded his answer: \"You have done too much honour to an old sick man\nof eighty.I am, with the most sincere esteem and gratitude,\n\n   \"Sir, your obedient servant,\n   \"VOLTAIRE.The bathroom is north of the kitchen.\"[98]\n\nI cannot refrain from adding a short extract from the above quoted\nmagazine, as it brings to one's memory another much esteemed and worthy\nman:--\"Here, perhaps, it may be allowable to allude to the sincere\nattachment between Mr.Cradock, and his old friend Mr.Cradock an\nannual visit at Gumley Hall; but on Mr.Cradock settling in London, the\nintercourse became incessant, and we doubt not that the daily\ncorrespondence which took place between them, contributed to cheer the\nlatter days of these two veterans in literature.The office is south of the kitchen.They had both of them\nin early life enjoyed the flattering distinction of an intimacy with the\nsame eminent characters; and to hear the different anecdotes elicited in\ntheir animated conversations respecting Johnson and others, was indeed\nan intellectual treat of no ordinary description.Nichols possessed a similarity in taste and judgment.\"In the afternoon they [the friends of the prisoners] being gone, we\nguarded them [the prisoners] as before to the church, and after prayer,\ngave them to Pocahuntas the King's Daughter, in regard of her father's\nkindness in sending her: after having well fed them, as all the time of\ntheir imprisonment, we gave them their bows, arrowes, or what else\nthey had, and with much content, sent them packing: Pocahuntas, also we\nrequited with such trifles as contented her, to tel that we had used the\nPaspaheyans very kindly in so releasing", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The next allusion to her is in the fourth chapter of the narratives\nwhich are appended to the \"Map of Virginia,\" etc.This was sent home by\nSmith, with a description of Virginia, in the late autumn of 1608.It\nwas published at Oxford in 1612, from two to three years after Smith's\nreturn to England.The office is south of the bathroom.The appendix contains the narratives of several of\nSmith's companions in Virginia, edited by Dr.In one of these is a brief reference to the above-quoted\nincident.This Oxford tract, it is scarcely necessary to repeat, contains no\nreference to the saving of Smith's life by Pocahontas from the clubs of\nPowhatan.The next published mention of Pocahontas, in point of time, is in\nChapter X. and the last of the appendix to the \"Map of Virginia,\" and is\nSmith's denial, already quoted, of his intention to marry Pocahontas.In this passage he speaks of her as \"at most not past 13 or 14 years of\nage.\"If she was thirteen or fourteen in 1609, when Smith left Virginia,\nshe must have been more than ten when he wrote his \"True Relation,\"\ncomposed in the winter of 1608, which in all probability was carried to\nEngland by Captain Nelson, who left Jamestown June 2d.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.The next contemporary authority to be consulted in regard to Pocahontas\nis William Strachey, who, as we have seen, went with the expedition of\nGates and Somers, was shipwrecked on the Bermudas, and reached Jamestown\nMay 23 or 24, 1610, and was made Secretary and Recorder of the colony\nunder Lord Delaware.Of the origin and life of Strachey, who was a\nperson of importance in Virginia, little is known.The better impression\nis that he was the William Strachey of Saffron Walden, who was married\nin 1588 and was living in 1620, and that it was his grandson of the same\nname who was subsequently connected with the Virginia colony.He was,\njudged by his writings, a man of considerable education, a good deal of\na pedant, and shared the credulity and fondness for embellishment of the\nwriters of his time.His connection with Lord Delaware, and his part\nin framing the code of laws in Virginia, which may be inferred from\nthe fact that he first published them, show that he was a trusted and\ncapable man.William Strachey left behind him a manuscript entitled \"The Historie of\nTravaile into Virginia Britanica, &c., gathered and observed as well by\nthose who went first thither, as collected by William Strachey, gent.,\nthree years thither, employed as Secretaire of State.\"How long he\nremained in Virginia is uncertain, but it could not have been \"three\nyears,\" though he may have been continued Secretary for that period, for\nhe was in London in 1612, in which year he published there the laws of\nVirginia which had been established by Sir Thomas Gates May 24, 1610,\napproved by Lord Delaware June 10, 1610, and enlarged by Sir Thomas Dale", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The \"Travaile\" was first published by the Hakluyt Society in 1849.When\nand where it was written, and whether it was all composed at one time,\nare matters much in dispute.The first book, descriptive of Virginia and\nits people, is complete; the second book, a narration of discoveries in\nAmerica, is unfinished.That Strachey\nmade notes in Virginia may be assumed, but the book was no doubt written\nafter his return to England.[This code of laws, with its penalty of whipping and death for what are\nheld now to be venial offenses, gives it a high place among the Black\nCodes.One clause will suffice:\n\n\"Every man and woman duly twice a day upon the first towling of the Bell\nshall upon the working daies repaire unto the church, to hear divine\nservice upon pain of losing his or her allowance for the first omission,\nfor the second to be whipt, and for the third to be condemned to the\nGallies for six months.Likewise no man or woman shall dare to violate\nthe Sabbath by any gaming, publique or private, abroad or at home, but\nduly sanctifie and observe the same, both himselfe and his familie, by\npreparing themselves at home with private prayer, that they may be the\nbetter fitted for the publique, according to the commandments of God,\nand the orders of our church, as also every man and woman shall repaire\nin the morning to the divine service, and sermons preached upon the\nSabbath day, and in the afternoon to divine service, and Catechism upon\npaine for the first fault to lose their provision, and allowance for the\nwhole week following, for the second to lose the said allowance and also\nto be whipt, and for the third to suffer death.\"]Was it written before or after the publication of Smith's \"Map and\nDescription\" at Oxford in 1612?The bathroom is east of the hallway.The question is important, because\nSmith's \"Description\" and Strachey's \"Travaile\" are page after page\nliterally the same.Commonly at that time\nmanuscripts seem to have been passed around and much read before they\nwere published.Purchas acknowledges that he had unpublished manuscripts\nof Smith when he compiled his narrative.Did Smith see Strachey's\nmanuscript before he published his Oxford tract, or did Strachey enlarge\nhis own notes from Smith's description?It has been usually assumed\nthat Strachey cribbed from Smith without acknowledgment.If it were a\nquestion to be settled by the internal evidence of the two accounts,\nI should incline to think that Smith condensed his description from\nStrachey, but the dates incline the balance in Smith's favor.Strachey in his \"Travaile\" refers sometimes to Smith, and always with\nrespect.The hallway is east of the kitchen.It will be noted that Smith's \"Map\" was engraved and published\nbefore the \"Description\" in the Oxford tract.THE FIVE FUNDAMENTAL POSITIONS\n\nIn order that the reader may the more readily understand the\ndescriptions given in this book, we will explain the five fundamental\npositions upon which the art of dancing", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The garden is west of the office.In the 1st position, the feet are together, heel against heel.[Illustration]\n\nIn the 2nd position, the heels are separated sidewise, and on the same\nline.[Illustration]\n\nIn the 3rd position, the heel of one foot touches the middle of the\nother.[Illustration]\n\nIn the 4th position, the feet are separated as in walking, either\ndirectly forward or directly backward.[Illustration]\n\nIn the 5th position, the heel of one foot touches the point of the\nother.[Illustration]\n\nIn all these positions the feet must be turned outward to form not less\nthan a right angle.THE POSITIONS OF THE PARTNERS\n\nMuch, if not all, of the adverse criticism of the Boston which has been\noffered by educators, parents and other responsible objectors, has been\ndirected at the relative positions of the partners.This is, in fact, no\nmore than the general rule as regards the Social Round Dance, with the\npossible exception that the positions have been sometimes distorted by\nattempts to copy the freer forms of dancing that have been presented\nupon the stage.The Round Dance demands that a certain fixed grouping of the partners be\nmaintained in order that the rotation around a common moving centre may\nbe accomplished, and it is here that the most serious problem is to be\nfound.The dancing profession long ago undertook to settle upon arbitrary\ngroupings satisfactory to the needs of the dancers, and conforming to\nall the requirements of propriety and hygienic exercise.[Illustration]\n\nActing upon this basis, the reputable teachers of dancing throughout the\nworld have adopted and promulgated three fundamental groupings for the\nRound Dance which are so constructed as to provide the greatest ease of\nexecution and freedom of action.They are known as the Waltz Position,\nthe Open Position, and the Side Position of the Waltz.All round dances\nare executed in one or another of these groupings, which are not only\naccepted by all good teachers, but, with the exception of certain minor\nand unimportant variations, rigidly adhered to in all their work.In the Waltz Position the partners stand facing one another, with\nshoulders parallel, and looking over one another's right shoulder.Special attention must be paid to the parallel position of the\nshoulders, in order to fit the individual movements of the partners\nalong the line of direction.The gentleman places his right hand lightly upon the lady's back, at a\npoint about half-way across, between the waist-line and the\nshoulder-blades.The hallway is east of the office.The fingers are so rounded as to permit the free\ncirculation of air between the palm of the hand and the lady's back, and\nshould not be spread.The lady places her left hand lightly upon the gentleman's arm, allowing\nher fore-arm to rest gently upon his arm.The partners stand at an easy\ndistance from one another, inclining toward the common centre very\nslightly.The free hands are lightly joined at the side.This is merely\nto provide occupation for the disengaged arms, and the gentleman holds\nthe tip of the lady's hand lightly in the", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Guiding is accomplished by the gentleman through a slight lifting of his\nright elbow.[Illustration]\n\n\nTHE OPEN POSITION\n\nThe Open Position needs no explanation, and can be readily understood\nfrom the illustration facing page 8.THE SIDE POSITION OF THE WALTZ\n\nThe side position of the Waltz differs from the Waltz Position only in\nthe fact that the partners stand side by side and with the engaged arms\nmore widely extended.The free arms are held as in the frontispiece.In\nthe actual rotation this position naturally resolves itself into the\nregular Waltz Position.THE STEP OF THE BOSTON\n\nThe preparatory step of the Boston differs materially from that of any\nother Social Dance.There is _only one position_ of the feet in the\nBoston--the 4th.That is to say, the feet are separated one from the\nother as in walking.On the first count of the measure the whole leg swings freely, and as a\nunit, from the hip, and the foot is put down practically flat upon the\nfloor, where it immediately receives the entire weight of the body\n_perpendicularly_.The weight is held entirely upon this foot during the\nremainder of the measure, whether it be in 3/4 or 2/4 time.The following preparatory exercises must be practiced forward and\nbackward until the movements become natural, before proceeding.The hallway is south of the bathroom.In going backward, the foot must be carried to the rear as far as\npossible, and the weight must always be perpendicular to the supporting\nfoot.These movements are identical with walking, and except the particular\ncare which must be bestowed upon the placing of the foot on the first\ncount of the measure, they require no special degree of attention.On the second count the free leg swings forward until the knee has\nbecome entirely straightened, and is held, suspended, during the third\ncount of the measure.This should be practiced, first with the weight\nresting upon the entire sole of the supporting foot, and then, when this\nhas been perfectly accomplished, the same exercise may be supplemented\nby raising the heel (of the supporting foot) on the second count and\nlowering it on the third count._Great care must be taken not to divide\nthe weight._\n\nFor the purpose of instruction, it is well to practice these steps to\nMazurka music, because of the clearness of the count.The bedroom is north of the bathroom.[Illustration]\n\nWhen the foregoing exercises have been so fully mastered as to become,\nin a sense, muscular habits, we may, with safety, add the next feature.This consists in touching the floor with the point of the free foot, at\na point as far forward or backward as can be done without dividing the\nweight, on the second count of the measure.Thus, we have accomplished,\nas it were, an interrupted, or, at least, an arrested step, and this is\nthe true essence of the Boston.Too great care cannot be expended upon this phase of the step, and it\nmust be practiced over and over again, both forward and backward, until\nthe movement has become second nature.All this must precede any attempt\nto turn.The turning of the Boston is simplicity itself, but it is", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The turn is executed upon the ball of _the supporting foot_,\nand consists in twisting half round without lifting either foot from the\nground.As the day advanced these increased in density and\ndarkened in hue.Webb remarked at dinner that the atmosphere over the Beacon Hills in the\nnortheast was growing singularly obscure and dense in its appearance, and\nthat he believed a heavy storm was coming.\"I am sorry Burt has gone to the mountains to-day,\" said Mrs.\"Oh, don't worry about Burt,\" was Webb's response; \"there is no more\ndanger of his being snowed in than of a fox's.\"Before the meal was over, the wind, snow-laden, was moaning about the\nhouse.With every hour the gale increased in intensity.Early in the\nafternoon the men with the two teams drove to the barn.Amy could just\nsee their white, obscure figures through the blinding snow, Even old Mr.Burt come up in de mawnin'\nan' stirred us all up right smart, slashed down a tree hisself to show a\nnew gawky hand dat's cuttin' by de cord how to 'arn his salt; den he put\nout wid his rafle in a bee-line toward de riber.Dat's de last we seed ob\nhim;\" and Abram went stolidly on to unhitch and care for his horses.Clifford and his two elder sons returned to the house with traces of\nanxiety on their faces, while Mrs.The garden is south of the hallway.Clifford was so worried that,\nsupported by Amy, she made an unusual effort, and met them at the door.\"Don't be disturbed, mother,\" said Webb, confidently.\"Burt and I have\noften been caught in snowstorms, but never had any difficulty in finding\nour way.Burt will soon appear, or, if he doesn't, it will be because he\nhas stopped to recount to Dr.Indeed, they all tried to reassure her, but, with woman's quick instinct\nwhere her affections are concerned, she read what was passing in their\nminds.Her husband led her back to her couch, where she lay with her\nlarge dark eyes full of trouble, while her lips often moved in prayer.The thought of her youngest and darling son far off and alone among those\ncloud-capped and storm-beaten mountains was terrible to her.The bedroom is south of the garden.Another hour passed, and still the absent youth did not return.Leonard,\nhis father, and Amy, often went to the hall window and looked out.The\nstorm so enhanced the early gloom of the winter afternoon that the\noutbuildings, although so near, loomed out only as shadows.The wind was\ngrowing almost fierce in its violence.Webb had so long kept up his\npretence of reading that Amy began in her thoughts to resent his seeming\nindifference as cold-blooded.At last he laid down his book, and went\nquietly away.She followed him, for it seemed to her that something ought\nto be done, and that he was the one to do it.She found him in an upper\nchamber, standing by an open window that faced the mountains.Joining\nhim, she was appalled", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"Oh, Webb,\" she exclaimed--he started at her words and presence, and\nquickly closed the window--\"ought not something to be done?The bare\nthought that Burt is lost in this awful gloom fills me with horror.The\nsound of that wind was like the roar of the ocean in a storm we had.How\ncan he see in such blinding snow?How could he breast this gale if he\nwere weary?\"He was silent a moment, looking with contracted brows at the gloomy\nscene.At last he began, as if reassuring himself as well as the agitated\ngirl at his side:\n\n\"Burt, you must remember, has been brought up in this region.He knows\nthe mountains well, and--\"\n\n\"Oh, Webb, you take this matter too coolly,\" interrupted Amy, impulsively.\"Something tells me that Burt is in danger;\" and in her deep solicitude she\nput her hand on his arm.The bathroom is north of the garden.She noticed that it trembled, and that he still\nbent the same contracted brow toward the region where his brother must be\nif her fears were true.\"Yes,\" he said, quietly, \"I take it coolly.You may be right, and there may be need of prompt, wise action.If so, a\nman will need the full control of all his wits.I will not, however, give\nup my hope--my almost belief--that he is at Dr.I shall\nsatisfy myself at once.Try not to show your fears to father and mother,\nthat's a brave girl.\"He was speaking hurriedly now as they were descending the stairs.He\nfound his father in the hall, much disturbed, and querying with his\neldest son as to the advisability of taking some steps immediately.Leonard, although evidently growing anxious, still urged that Burt, with\nhis knowledge and experience as a sportsman, would not permit himself to\nbe caught in such a storm.\"He surely must be at the house of Dr.The garden is north of the bedroom.Marvin or some other neighbor on\nthe mountain road.\"\"I also think he is at the doctor's, but shall see,\" Webb remarked,\nquietly, as he drew on his overcoat.\"I don't think he's there; I don't think he is at any neighbor's house,\"\ncried Mrs.Clifford, who, to the surprise of all, had made her way to the\nhall unaided.\"Burt is thoughtless about little things, but he would not\nleave me in suspense on such a night as this.\"\"Mother, I promise you Burt shall soon be here safe and sound;\" and Webb\nin his shaggy coat and furs went hastily out, followed by Leonard.A few\nmoments later the dusky outlines of a man and a galloping horse appeared\nto Amy for a moment, and then vanished toward the road.It was some time before Leonard returned, for Webb had said: \"If Burt is\nnot at the doctor's, we must go and look for him.Had you not better have\nthe strongest wood-sled ready?Having admitted the possibility of danger, Leonard acted promptly.With\nAbram's help a pair of stout", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Webb soon came galloping back, followed a few moments later by the\ndoctor, but there were no tidings of Burt.Clifford would become deeply agitated, but was\nmistaken.She lay on her couch with closed eyes, but her lips moved\nalmost continuously.The bedroom is north of the hallway.She had gone to Him whose throne is beyond all\nstorms.Clifford was with difficulty restrained from joining his sons in the\nsearch.The old habit of resolute action returned upon him, but Webb\nsettled the question by saying, in a tone almost stern in its authority,\n\"Father, you _must_ remain with mother.\"Amy had no further reason to complain that Webb took the matter too\ncoolly.He was all action, but his movements were as deft as they were\nquick.In the basket which Maggie had furnished with brandy and food he\nplaced the conch-shell used to summon Abram to his meals.Then, taking\ndown a double-barrelled breech-loading gun, he filled his pocket with\ncartridges.Amy asked, with white lips, for, as he seemed the\nnatural leader, she hovered near him.Especially I object to\nthe assumption that his having a fundamentally good disposition is\neither an apology or a compensation for his bad behaviour.The hallway is north of the office.If his temper\nyesterday made him lash the horses, upset the curricle and cause a\nbreakage in my rib, I feel it no compensation that to-day he vows he\nwill drive me anywhere in the gentlest manner any day as long as he\nlives.Yesterday was what it was, my rib is paining me, it is not a main\nobject of my life to be driven by Touchwood--and I have no confidence in\nhis lifelong gentleness.The utmost form of placability I am capable of\nis to try and remember his better deeds already performed, and, mindful\nof my own offences, to bear him no malice.If the bad-tempered man wants to apologise he had need to do it on a\nlarge public scale, make some beneficent discovery, produce some\nstimulating work of genius, invent some powerful process--prove himself\nsuch a good to contemporary multitudes and future generations, as to\nmake the discomfort he causes his friends and acquaintances a vanishing\nquality, a trifle even in their own estimate.The most arrant denier must admit that a man often furthers larger ends\nthan he is conscious of, and that while he is transacting his particular\naffairs with the narrow pertinacity of a respectable ant, he subserves\nan economy larger than any purpose of his own.Society is happily not\ndependent for the growth of fellowship on the small minority already\nendowed with comprehensive sympathy: any molecule of the body politic\nworking towards his own interest in an orderly way gets his\nunderstanding more or less penetrated with the fact that his interest is\nincluded in that of a large number.I have watched several political\nmolecules being educated in this way by the nature of things into a\nfaint feeling of fraternity.But at this moment I am thinking of Spike,\nan elector who voted on the side of Progress though he was not inwardly\nattached to it under that name.For abstractions are deities", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "To many\nminds even among the ancients (thought by some to have been invariably\npoetical) the goddess of wisdom was doubtless worshipped simply as the\npatroness of spinning and weaving.The garden is west of the bathroom.Now spinning and weaving from a\nmanufacturing, wholesale point of view, was the chief form under which\nSpike from early years had unconsciously been a devotee of Progress.He was a political molecule of the most gentleman-like appearance, not\nless than six feet high, and showing the utmost nicety in the care of\nhis person and equipment.His umbrella was especially remarkable for its\nneatness, though perhaps he swung it unduly in walking.His complexion\nwas fresh, his eyes small, bright, and twinkling.He was seen to great\nadvantage in a hat and greatcoat--garments frequently fatal to the\nimpressiveness of shorter figures; but when he was uncovered in the\ndrawing-room, it was impossible not to observe that his head shelved off\ntoo rapidly from the eyebrows towards the crown, and that his length of\nlimb seemed to have used up his mind so as to cause an air of\nabstraction from conversational topics.He appeared, indeed, to be\npreoccupied with a sense of his exquisite cleanliness, clapped his hands\ntogether and rubbed them frequently, straightened his back, and even\nopened his mouth and closed it again with a slight snap, apparently for\nno other purpose than the confirmation to himself of his own powers in\nthat line.These are innocent exercises, but they are not such as give\nweight to a man's personality.Sometimes Spike's mind, emerging from its\npreoccupation, burst forth in a remark delivered with smiling zest; as,\nthat he did like to see gravel walks well rolled, or that a lady should\nalways wear the best jewellery, or that a bride was a most interesting\nobject; but finding these ideas received rather coldly, he would relapse\ninto abstraction, draw up his back, wrinkle his brows longitudinally,\nand seem to regard society, even including gravel walks, jewellery, and\nbrides, as essentially a poor affair.Indeed his habit of mind was\ndesponding, and he took melancholy views as to the possible extent of\nhuman pleasure and the value of existence.The bedroom is west of the garden.Especially after he had made\nhis fortune in the cotton manufacture, and had thus attained the chief\nobject of his ambition--the object which had engaged his talent for\norder and persevering application.For his easy leisure caused him much\n_ennui_.He was abstemious, and had none of those temptations to sensual\nexcess which fill up a man's time first with indulgence and then with\nthe process of getting well from its effects.He had not, indeed,\nexhausted the sources of knowledge, but here again his notions of human\npleasure were narrowed by his want of appetite; for though he seemed\nrather surprised at the consideration that Alfred the Great was a\nCatholic, or that apart from the Ten Commandments any conception of\nmoral conduct had occurred to mankind, he was not stimulated to further\ninquiries on these remote matters.Yet he aspired to what he regarded as\nintellectual society, willingly entertained", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "But some minds seem well glazed by nature\nagainst the admission of knowledge, and Spike's was one of them.It was\nnot, however, entirely so with regard to politics.He had had a strong\nopinion about the Reform Bill, and saw clearly that the large trading\ntowns ought to send members.The kitchen is east of the garden.Portraits of the Reform heroes hung framed\nand glazed in his library: he prided himself on being a Liberal.In this\nlast particular, as well as in not giving benefactions and not making\nloans without interest, he showed unquestionable firmness.On the Repeal\nof the Corn Laws, again, he was thoroughly convinced.His mind was\nexpansive towards foreign markets, and his imagination could see that\nthe people from whom we took corn might be able to take the cotton goods\nwhich they had hitherto dispensed with.You\ntell me to shut up, eh?Clap me into an asylum, will you?(_Lets go her\near._)\n\nJANE.(_Crosses to L., screaming._)\n\n                          (_Enter EGLANTINE._)\n\nEGLANTINE.For heaven's sake, what _is_ the matter?WHITWELL (_stupefied_).Perfectly well, sir; and so it seems can you.I\nwill repeat, if you wish it, every one of those delectable compliments\nyou paid me five minutes since.WHITWELL (_to EGLANTINE_).Miss Coddle, has he\nbeen shamming deafness, then, all this time?A doctor cured his deafness only half\nan hour ago.Dear old master, was it kind to deceive me in this fashion?now ye can hear, I love you tenderer than\never.Tell you, you pig, you minx!I tell you to walk out of my house.CODDLE (_loud to WHITWELL_).You are an impostor,\nsir.EGLANTINE (_shrieks_).The garden is east of the hallway.(_Hides her\nface in her hands._)\n\nWHITWELL.or I should have lost the rapture of\nthat sweet avowal.Coddle, I love--I adore your daughter.You heard\na moment since the confession that escaped her innocent lips.Surely\nyou cannot turn a deaf ear to the voice of nature, and see us both\nmiserable for life.Remember, sir, you have now no deaf ear to turn.Give you my daughter after all your frightful\ninsults?Remember how you treated me, sir; and reflect, too, that you\nbegan it.Insults are not insults unless intended to be heard.For\nevery thing I said, I apologize from the bottom of my heart.CODDLE (_after a pause_)._Eglantine._ Papa, of course he does.Whittermat, I can't give my daughter to\na man I never heard of in my life,--and with such a preposterous name\ntoo!My name is Whitwell, my dear sir,--not Whittermat", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "What did you tell me your name was Whittermat for?Some singular mistake, sir: I never did.Can't imagine how\nthe mistake could have occurred.Well, since you heard\nall _I_ said--Ha, ha, ha!For every Roland of mine you\ngave me two Olivers at least.Diamond cut diamond,--ha, ha, ha!All laugh heartily._)\n\nJANE.I never thought I'd live to see this happy day,\nmaster.Hold your tongue, you impudent cat!Mollycoddle,\nindeed!Coddle, you won't go for to turn off a faithful servant in\nthis way.(_Aside to WHITWELL._) That legacy's lost.(_To CODDLE._) Ah,\nmaster dear!you won't find nobody else as'll work their fingers to the\nbone, and their voice to a thread-paper, as I have: up early and down\nlate, and yelling and screeching from morning till night.Well, the\nhouse will go to rack and ruin when I'm gone,--that's one comfort.WHITWELL (_aside to JANE_).The garden is north of the kitchen.The money's yours, cash down, the day of my\nwedding.Well, well, Jane, I'll forgive you, for luck.But I wish you knew how to boil spinach.Harrold for a week\nfrom to-day, and invite all our friends (_to the audience_) to witness\nthe wedding.All who mean to come will please signify it by clapping their hands,\nand the harder the better.(_Curtain falls._)\n\n    R.      EGLANTINE.L.\n\n\n\n\nHITTY'S SERVICE FLAG\n\nA Comedy in Two Acts\n\n_By Gladys Ruth Bridgham_\n\n\nEleven female characters.Costumes, modern; scenery, an interior.Hitty, a patriotic spinster, quite alone in the\nworld, nevertheless hangs up a service flag in her window without any\nright to do so, and opens a Tea Room for the benefit of the Red Cross.She gives shelter to Stella Hassy under circumstances that close other\ndoors against her, and offers refuge to Marjorie Winslow and her little\ndaughter, whose father in France finally gives her the right to the\nflag.A strong dramatic presentation of a lovable character and an\nideal patriotism.Strongly recommended, especially for women's clubs._Price, 25 cents_\n\n\nCHARACTERS\n\n    MEHITABLE JUDSON, _aged 70_.LUELLA PERKINS, _aged 40_.The hallway is north of the garden.STASIA BROWN, _aged 40_.MILDRED EMERSON, _aged 16_.MARJORIE WINSLOW, _aged 25_.BARBARA WINSLOW, _her daughter, aged 6_.STELLA HASSY, _aged 25, but claims to be younger_.IRVING WINSLOW, _aged 45_.MARION WINSLOW, _her daughter, aged 20_.COBB, _anywhere from 40 to 60_.THE KNITTING CLUB MEETS\n\nA Comedy in", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Costumes, modern; scenery, an interior.The bathroom is north of the hallway.Eleanor will not forego luxuries nor in other ways \"do\nher bit,\" putting herself before her country; but when her old enemy,\nJane Rivers, comes to the Knitting Club straight from France to tell\nthe story of her experiences, she is moved to forget her quarrel and\nleads them all in her sacrifices to the cause.An admirably stimulating\npiece, ending with a \"melting pot\" to which the audience may also be\nasked to contribute.Urged as a decided novelty in patriotic plays._Price, 25 cents_\n\n\n\n\nGETTING THE RANGE\n\nA Comedy in One Act\n\n_By Helen Sherman Griffith_\n\n\nEight female characters.Costumes, modern; scenery, an exterior.Well\nsuited for out-of-door performances.Information of value to the enemy somehow leaks out from a frontier\ntown and the leak cannot be found or stopped.But Captain Brooke, of\nthe Secret Service, finally locates the offender amid a maze of false\nclues, in the person of a washerwoman who hangs out her clothes day\nafter day in ways and places to give the desired information.Franklin has finished his haying but\n    has a little hoing to do yet\u2014Constant is trying to get his work\n    along so that he will be ready to take you around when you come.He\n    wishes you to write when you will come so that he can arrange his\n    work accordingly.I hope you will come by the middle of August.He thinks you\n    have forsaken him.When I ask him now where is papa, he says \u201cno\n    papa.\u201d I have weaned him.He stayed with Aunt Mary three nights\n    while I was taking care of Ruth.He eats his bread and milk very\n    well now.Little \u201cA\u201d has been a very good boy indeed, a real little\n    man.I bought him and Homer some nice bows and arrows of an Indian\n    who brought them into the cars to sell just this side of Rome, so\n    that he shoots at a mark with Grandfather Woodward.I suppose Adelaide starts for Goshen next week.I have received two\n    letters from her.Now do come up here as soon as you can.I do not enjoy my visit half\n    so well without you.I am going out with Mary after raspberries this\n    morning\u2014Little Samie is very fond of them.The hallway is north of the office.Affectionately\n\n                ANGELINE HALL.28 (1868)\n\n    DEAR SISTER MARY, Little Angelo is only twelve days old, but he is\n    as bright and smart as can be.I have washed and dressed him for\n    four days myself.I have been down to the gate to-day.And have\n    sewed most all day, so you see I am pretty well.To day is Samie\u2019s birthday, four years old\u2014he is quite well", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "I should like very much to take a peep at you in\n    your new home.We like our old place better and\n    better all the time.You must write to me as soon as you can.Do you\n    get your mail at Adams Centre?Have you any apples in that vicinity\n    this year?The kitchen is east of the bathroom.Hall has just been reading in the newspaper a sketch of Henry\n    Keep\u2019s life which says he was once in the Jefferson Co.Poor house,\n    is it true?Much love to you all\n\n                ANGELINE HALL.GEORGETOWN March 3rd 1871\n\n    DEAR SISTER MARY: We received your letter, also the tub of apples\n    and cider.I have made some apple sauce, it is splendid.I have not\n    had one bit of boiled cider apple sauce before since we came to\n    Washington.I shall try to pay you for all your expense and trouble\n    sometime.I would send you some fresh shad if I was sure it would\n    keep to get to you.We had some shad salted last spring but it is\n    not very nice.I think was not put up quite right, so it is hardly\n    fit to send.Samie has had a little ear-ache this week but\n    is better.The bathroom is east of the garden.Angelo is the nicest little boy you ever saw.A man came to spade the ground to sow\n    our peas but it began to rain just as he got here, so we shall have\n    to wait a few days.My crocuses and daffodils are budded to blossom,\n    and the sweet-scented English violets are in bloom, filling the\n    parlors here with fragrance.We\n    do not have to wait for it, but before we are aware it is here.I think we shall make you a little visit this\n    summer.How are Father and Mother and Constant and yourself?Much\n    love to you all from all of us.Affectionately\n\n                ANGELINE HALL.18th \u201974\n\n    DEAR SISTER MARY: I am getting very anxious to hear from you.Little\n    \u201cA\u201d commenced a letter to you during his vacation, and copied those\n    verses you sent so as to send the original back to you.But he did\n    not finish his letter and I fear he will not have time to write\n    again for some time as his studies take almost every minute he can\n    spare from eating and sleeping.Baby grows smart\n    and handsome all the time.Angelo keeps fat and rosy though we have to be careful of him.Samie\n    is getting taller and taller, and can not find time to play enough.Mother Hall is with us this winter, is helping me about the sewing.You", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Have you got any body to\n    help you this winter?Has Salina gone to the\n    music school?Must write to Elmina in a day or\n    two.The baby thinks Granpa\u2019s saw-man is the nicest thing he can find.Angelo is so choice of it he will not let him touch it often.The bathroom is north of the office.Affectionately\n\n                ANGELINE.GEORGETOWN March 22nd [1877 probably]\n\n    DEAR SISTER MARY: We are working on our grounds some as the weather\n    permits.It will be very pretty here when we get it done.And our\n    house is as convenient as can be now.The office is north of the kitchen.Tell Mother I have set out a\n    rose bush for her, and am going to plant one for Grandma Hall too.Samie has improved a great deal the last year, he is getting stout\n    and tall.Angelo is as fat as a pig and as keen as a knife.Percy is\n    a real nice little boy, he has learned most of his letters.will go ahead of his Father yet if he keeps his health.I never\n    saw a boy of his age study as he does, every thing must be right,\n    and be understood before he will go an inch.I am pretty well, but have to be careful, if I get sick a little am\n    sure to have a little malarial fever.Much love to you all and write soon telling me how Mother is.Affectionately\n\n                ANGELINE HALL.13th 1881\n\n    DEAR ASAPH, Yesterday we buried Nellie over in the cemetery on\n    Grandfather\u2019s old farm in Rodman.You can not think how beautiful\n    and grand she looked.She had improved very much since she was at\n    our house, and I see she had many friends.I think she was a\n    superior girl, but too sensitive and ambitious to live in this world\n    so cramped and hedged about.She went down to help Mary, and Mr.Wright\u2019s people came for her to go up and help them as Mrs.Wright\n    was sick, so Nellie went up there and washed and worked very hard\n    and came back to Mary\u2019s completely exhausted, and I think she had a\n    congestive chill to begin with and another when she died.The little boys and I are at Elminas.I came over to rest a little,\n    am about used up.\"If we're tae dee, we're tae dee; an' if we're tae live, we're tae live,\"\nconcluded Elspeth, with sound Calvinistic logic; \"but a'll say this\nfor the doctor, that whether yir tae live or dee, he can aye keep up a\nsharp meisture on the skin.\"\"But he's no", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Macfayden's face reflected another of Mr.Hopps' misadventures\nof which Hillocks held the copyright.\"Hopps' laddie ate grosarts (gooseberries) till they hed to sit up a'\nnicht wi' him, an' naethin' wud do but they maun hae the doctor, an' he\nwrites 'immediately' on a slip o' paper.\"Weel, MacLure had been awa a' nicht wi' a shepherd's wife Dunleith wy,\nand he comes here withoot drawin' bridle, mud up tae the cen.The office is south of the bedroom.\"'What's a dae here, Hillocks?\"he cries; 'it's no an accident, is't?'and when he got aff his horse he cud hardly stand wi' stiffness and\ntire.\"'It's nane o' us, doctor; it's Hopps' laddie; he's been eatin' ower\nmony berries.'[Illustration: \"HOPPS' LADDIE ATE GROSARTS\"]\n\n\"If he didna turn on me like a tiger.\"<DW37> ye mean tae say----'\n\n\"'Weesht, weesht,' an' I tried tae quiet him, for Hopps wes comin' oot.\"'Well, doctor,' begins he, as brisk as a magpie, 'you're here at last;\nthere's no hurry with you Scotchmen.My boy has been sick all night, and\nI've never had one wink of sleep.You might have come a little quicker,\nthat's all I've got to say.'\"We've mair tae dae in Drumtochty than attend tae every bairn that hes a\nsair stomach,' and a' saw MacLure wes roosed.Our doctor at home always says to\nMrs.'Opps \"Look on me as a family friend, Mrs.'Opps, and send for me\nthough it be only a headache.\"'\"'He'd be mair sparin' o' his offers if he hed four and twenty mile tae\nlook aifter.The bathroom is south of the office.There's naethin' wrang wi' yir laddie but greed.Gie him a\ngude dose o' castor oil and stop his meat for a day, an' he 'ill be a'\nricht the morn.'\"'He 'ill not take castor oil, doctor.We have given up those barbarous\nmedicines.'\"'Whatna kind o' medicines hae ye noo in the Sooth?'MacLure, we're homoeopathists, and I've my little\nchest here,' and oot Hopps comes wi' his boxy.\"'Let's see't,' an' MacLure sits doon and taks oot the bit bottles, and\nhe reads the names wi' a lauch every time.\"'Belladonna; did ye ever hear the like?Weel, ma mannie,' he says tae Hopps, 'it's a fine\nploy, and ye 'ill better gang on wi' the Nux till", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"'Noo, Hillocks, a' maun be aff tae see Drumsheugh's grieve, for he's\ndoon wi' the fever, and it's tae be a teuch fecht.A' hinna time tae\nwait for dinner; gie me some cheese an' cake in ma haund, and Jess 'ill\ntak a pail o' meal an' water.The garden is west of the bedroom.\"'Fee; a'm no wantin' yir fees, man; wi' that boxy ye dinna need a\ndoctor; na, na, gie yir siller tae some puir body, Maister Hopps,' an'\nhe was doon the road as hard as he cud lick.\"His fees were pretty much what the folk chose to give him, and he\ncollected them once a year at Kildrummie fair.\"Well, doctor, what am a' awin' ye for the wife and bairn?Ye 'ill need\nthree notes for that nicht ye stayed in the hoose an' a' the veesits.\"\"Havers,\" MacLure would answer, \"prices are low, a'm hearing; gie's\nthirty shillings.\"\"No, a'll no, or the wife 'ill tak ma ears off,\" and it was settled for\ntwo pounds.Lord Kilspindie gave him a free house and fields, and one\nway or other, Drumsheugh told me, the doctor might get in about L150.a year, out of which he had to pay his old housekeeper's wages and a\nboy's, and keep two horses, besides the cost of instruments and books,\nwhich he bought through a friend in Edinburgh with much judgment.There was only one man who ever complained of the doctor's charges, and\nthat was the new farmer of Milton, who was so good that he was above\nboth churches, and held a meeting in his barn.(It was Milton the Glen\nsupposed at first to be a Mormon, but I can't go into that now.)He\noffered MacLure a pound less than he asked, and two tracts, whereupon\nMacLure expressed his opinion of Milton, both from a theological and\nsocial standpoint, with such vigor and frankness that an attentive\naudience of Drumtochty men could hardly contain themselves.The kitchen is west of the garden.Jamie Soutar\nwas selling his pig at the time, and missed the meeting, but he hastened\nto condole with Milton, who was complaining everywhere of the doctor's\nlanguage.[Illustration]\n\n\"Ye did richt tae resist him; it 'ill maybe roose the Glen tae mak a\nstand; he fair hands them in bondage.\"Thirty shillings for twal veesits, and him no mair than seeven mile\nawa, an' a'm telt there werena mair than four at nicht.\"Ye 'ill hae the sympathy o' the Glen, for a' body kens yir as free wi'\nyir siller as yir tracts.\"Wes't 'Beware o' gude warks' ye offered him?Man, ye choose", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"A've often thocht oor doctor's little better than the Gude Samaritan,\nan' the Pharisees didna think muckle o' his chance aither in this warld\nor that which is tae come.\"This she realized as soon as\nhe arrived on the spot.She realized further that she had made\npractically no progress in the matter, for this curly headed young\nman, bearing no relation to anything that Gertrude had decided a young\nman should be, was rapidly becoming a serious menace to her peace of\nmind, and her ideal of a future lived for art alone.She had\ndefinitely begun to realize this on the night when Jimmie, in his\nexuberance at securing his new job, had seized her about the waist and\nkissed her on the lips.The bedroom is south of the bathroom.She had thought a good deal about that kiss,\nwhich came dangerously near being her first one.She was too clever,\ntoo cool and aloof, to have had many tentative love-affairs.Later, as\nshe softened and warmed and gathered grace with the years she was\nlikely to seem more alluring and approachable to the gregarious male.Now she answered her small interlocutor truthfully.\"Yes, Eleanor, I do have a whole lot of trouble with my behavior.I'm\nhaving trouble with it today, and this evening,\" she glanced up at the\nmoon, which was seemingly throwing out conscious waves of effulgence,\n\"I expect to have more,\" she confessed.asked Eleanor, \"I'm sorry I can't sit up with you then\nand help you.You--you don't expect to be--provocated to _slap_\nanybody, do you?\"\"No, I don't, but as things are going I almost wish I did,\" Gertrude\nanswered, not realizing that before the evening was over there would\nbe one person whom she would be ruefully willing to slap several times\nover.The office is south of the bedroom.As they turned into the village street from the beach road they met\nJimmie, who had been having his after-dinner pipe with Grandfather\nAmos, with whom he had become a prime favorite.With him was\nAlbertina, toeing out more than ever and conversing more than\nblandly.\"This virtuous child has been urging me to come after Eleanor and\nremind her that it is bedtime,\" Jimmie said, indicating the pink\ngingham clad figure at his side.\"She argues that Eleanor is some six\nmonths younger than she and ought to be in bed first, and personally\nshe has got to go in the next fifteen minutes.\"\"It's pretty hot weather to go to bed in,\" Albertina said.\"Miss\nSturgis, if I can get my mother to let me stay up half an hour more,\nwill you let Eleanor stay up?\"Just beyond her friend, in the shadow of her ample back, Eleanor was\nmaking gestures intended to convey the fact that sitting up any longer\nwas abhorrent to her.\"Eleanor needs her sleep to-night, I think,\" Gertrude answered,\nprofessionally maternal.\"I brought Albertina so that our child might go home under convoy,\nwhile", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "As the two little girls fell into step, the beginning of their\nconversation drifted back to the other two, who stood watching them\nfor a moment.\"I thought I'd come over to see if you was willing to say you were\nsorry,\" Albertina began.\"My face stayed red in one spot for two hours\nthat day after you slapped me.\"\"I'm not sorry,\" Eleanor said ungraciously, \"but I'll say that I am,\nif you've come to make up.\"\"Well, we won't say any more about it then,\" Albertina conceded.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.\"Are\nMiss Sturgis and Mr.Sears going together, or are they just friends?\"\"Isn't that Albertina one the limit?\"Jimmie inquired, with a piloting\nhand under Gertrude's elbow.\"She told me that she and Eleanor were\nmad, but she didn't want to stay mad because there was more going on\nover here than there was at her house and she liked to come over.\"\"I'm glad Eleanor slapped her,\" Gertrude said; \"still I'm sorry our\nlittle girl has uncovered the clay feet of her idol.She's through\nwith Albertina for good.\"\"Do you know, Gertrude,\" Jimmy said, as they set foot on the\nglimmering beach, \"you don't seem a bit natural lately.You used to be\nso full of the everlasting mischief.Every time you opened your mouth\nI dodged for fear of being spiked.Yet here you are just as docile as\nother folks.\"\"Don't you like me--as well?\"Gertrude tried her best to make her\nvoice sound as usual.\"Better,\" Jimmie swore promptly; then he added a qualifying--\"I\nguess.\"But she didn't allow him the opportunity to answer.\"I'm in a transition period, Jimmie,\" she said.\"I meant to be such a\ngood parent to Eleanor and correct all the evil ways into which she\nhas fallen as a result of all her other injudicious training, and,\ninstead of that, I'm doing nothing but think of myself and my own\nhankerings and yearnings and such.I thought I could do so much for\nthe child.\"\"That's the way we all think till we tackle her and then we find it\nquite otherwise and even more so.Tell me about your hankerings and\nyearnings.\"The garden is east of the bedroom.\"Tell me about your job, Jimmie.\"And for a little while they found themselves on safe and familiar\nground again.Jimmie's new position was a very satisfactory one.He\nfound himself associated with men of solidity and discernment, and for\nthe first time in his business career he felt himself appreciated and\nstimulated by that appreciation to do his not inconsiderable best.Gertrude was the one woman--Eleanor had not yet attained the inches\nfor that classification--to whom he ever talked business.\"Now, at last, I feel that I've got my feet on the earth, Gertrude; as\nif the stuff that was in me had a chance to show itself, and you don't\nknow what a good feeling that is after you've", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"I know you are, 'Trude.It isn't\neverybody I'd talk to like this.The moonlight beat down upon them in floods of sentient palpitating\nglory.Little breathy waves sought the shore and whispered to it.The\npines on the breast of the bank stirred softly and tenderly.\"Lord, what a night,\" Jimmie said, and began burying her little white\nhand in the beach sand.\"Now\ntell me about your job,\" he said.\"I don't think I want to talk about my job tonight.\"The garden is east of the hallway.There was no question about her voice sounding as\nusual this time.Jimmie brushed the sand slowly away from the buried hand and covered\nit with his own.He drew nearer, his face close, and closer to hers.It was coming, it was coming and she was\nglad.That silly old vow of celibacy, her silly old thoughts about\nart.What was anything with the arms of the man you\nloved closing about you.Jimmie drew a sharp breath, and let her go.\"Gertrude,\" he said, \"I'm incorrigible.I'd\nmake love to--Eleanor's grandmother if I had her down here on a night\nlike this.\u201cOh, he is here, then; he has come back!\u201d she said aloud.She repeated,\nwith an air of enjoying the sound of the words: \u201cHe has come back.\u201d\n\nShe walked up to the sign, read it over and over again, and even touched\nit, in a meditative way, with the tip of her gloved finger.The smile\ncame to her face once more as she murmured: \u201c_He_ will know--he will\nmake it easier for me.\u201d\n\nBut even as she spoke the sad look spread over her face again.She\nwalked back to the place where she had been standing, and looked\nresolutely away from the sign--at the tipped-over load of hay, at the\nengine-house, at the sleighs passing to and fro--through eyes dimmed\nafresh with tears.The expressman who halted\nhis bob-sleigh at the cutting in front of her, and who sat holding the\nreins while her father piled her valise and parcels on behind, looked\nher over with a half-awed, half-quizzical glance, and seemed a long time\nmaking up his mind to speak.Finally he said:\n\n\u201cHow d\u2019do?Want to ride here, on the seat, longside of me?\u201d\n\nThere was an indefinable something in his tone, and in the grin that\nwent with it, which she resented quickly.\u201cI had no idea of riding at all,\u201d she made answer.Her father, who had seated himself on a trunk in the centre of the\nsleigh, interposed.\u201cWhy, Jess, you remember Steve, don\u2019t you?\u201d he\nasked, apologetically.The bedroom is west of the hallway.The expressman and the girl looked briefly at one another, and nodded in\na perfunctory manner.Lawton went on: \u201cHe offered himself", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "He\u2019s goin\u2019 that way--ain\u2019t you, Steve?\u201d\n\nThe impulse was strong in Jessica to resist--precisely why she might\nhave found it difficult to explain--but apparently there was no choice\nremaining to her.\u201cVery well, then,\u201d she said, \u201cI will sit beside you,\nfather.\u201d\n\nShe stepped into the sleigh at this, and took her seat on the other end\nof the big trunk.The express-man gave a slap of the lines and a cluck\nto the horse, which started briskly down the wide street, the bell at\nits collar giving forth a sustained, cheery tinkle as they sped through\nthe snow.\u201cWell, what do you think--ain\u2019t this better\u2019n walkin\u2019?\u201d remarked Lawton,\nafter a time, knocking his heels in a satisfied way against the side of\nthe trunk.\u201cI felt as if the walk would do me good,\u201d she answered, simply.Her\nface was impassivity itself, as she looked straight before her, over the\nexpress-man\u2019s shoulder.Ben Lawton felt oppressed by the conviction that his daughter was\nannoyed.Perhaps it was because he had insisted on riding--instead of\nsaying that he would walk too, when she had disclosed her preference.He\nventured upon an explanation, stealing wistful glances at her meantime:\n\n\u201cYou see, Jess, Dave Rantell\u2019s got a turkey-shoot on to-day, down at\nhis place, and I kind o\u2019 thought I\u2019d try my luck with this here\nhalf-dollar,'fore it gets dark.The days are shortenin\u2019 so, this season\no\u2019 year, that I couldn\u2019t get there without Steve give me a lift.And if\nI should get a turkey--why, we\u2019ll have a regular Thanksgiving dinner;\nand with you come home, too!\u201d\n\nTo this she did not trust herself to make answer, but kept her face\nrigidly set, and her eyes fixed as if engrossed in meditation.The office is south of the kitchen.They had\npassed the great iron-works on the western outskirts of the village now,\nand the road leading to the suburb of Burfield ran for a little through\nalmost open country.The keener wind raised here in resistance to the\nrapid transit of the sleigh--no doubt it was this which brought the deep\nflush to her cheeks and the glistening moisture to her eyes.They presently overtook two young men who were trudging along abreast,\neach in one of the tracks made by traffic, and who stepped aside to let\nthe sleigh go by.\u201cHello, Hod!\u201d called out the expressman as he passed.\u201cI\u2019ve got your\ntrunks.Come back for good?\u201d\n\n\u201cHello, Steve!...I don\u2019t quite know yet,\u201d was the reply which came\nback--the latter half of it too late for the expressman\u2019s ears.Jessica had not seen the pedestriansThe kitchen is south of the garden.", "question": "What is south of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Boyce, and, in looking away from him with swift\ndecision, had gazed full into the eyes of his companion.This other\nremembered her too, it was evident, even in that brief instant of\npassing, for a smile of greeting was in the glance he returned, and he\nlifted his hat as she swept by.Despite his beard, he seemed scarcely to\nhave aged in face during these last five years; but he looked straighter\nand stronger, and his bearing had more vigor and firmness than she\nremembered of him in the days when she was an irregular pupil at the\nlittle old Burfield-road school-house, and he was the teacher.She was\nglad that he looked so hale and healthful.And had her tell-tale face,\nshe wondered, revealed as she passed him all the deep pleasure she felt\nat seeing him again--at knowing he was near?The office is south of the garden.She tried to recall whether\nshe had smiled, and could not make sure.But _he_ had smiled--of that\nthere was not a doubt; and he had known her on the instant, and had\ntaken off his hat, not merely jerked his finger toward it.The office is north of the kitchen.Ah, what\ndelight there was in these thoughts!She turned to her father, and lifting her voice above the jingle of the\nbell, spoke with animation:\n\n\u201cTell me about the second man we just, passed--Mr.Has he been in\nThessaly long, and is he doing a good business?\u201d She added hastily,\nas if to forestall some possible misconception: \u201cHe used to be my\nschool-teacher, you know.\u201d\n\n\u201cGuess he\u2019s gettin\u2019 on all right,\u201d replied Lawton: \u201cI hain\u2019t heard\nnothin\u2019 to the contrary.He must a\u2019 been back from New York along about\na year--maybe two.\u201d To her great annoyance he shouted out to the driver:\n\u201cSteve, how long\u2019s Rube Tracy been back in Thessaly?You keep track o\u2019\nthings better\u2019n I do.\u201d\n\nThe expressman replied over his shoulder: \u201cShould say about a year come\nChristmas.\u201d Then, after a moment\u2019s pause, he transferred the reins to\nhis other hand, twisted himself half around on his seat, and looked\ninto Jessica\u2019s face with his earlier and offensive expression of mingled\nfamiliarity and diffidence.\u201cHe appeared to remember you: took off his\nhat,\u201d he said.There was an unmistakable leer on his lank countenance as\nhe added:\n\n\u201cThat other fellow was Hod Boyce, the General\u2019s son, you know--just come\nback from the old country.\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, I know!\u201d she made answer curtly, and turned away from him.I placed my head against the stone so as to present the same\nposition of my face as that of UXAN, and called the attention of my\nIndians to the similarity of his and my own", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "They followed\nevery lineament of the faces with their fingers to the very point of the\nbeard, and soon uttered an exclamation of astonishment: \"_Thou!_\n_here!_\" and slowly scanned again the features sculptured on the stone\nand my own.\"_So, so,_\" they said, \"_thou too art one of our great men, who has been\ndisenchanted.Thou, too, wert a companion of the great Lord Chaacmol.That is why thou didst know where he was hidden; and thou hast come to\ndisenchant him also.His time to live again on earth has then arrived._\"\n\nFrom that moment every word of mine was implicitly obeyed.They returned\nto the excavation, and worked with such a good will, that they soon\nbrought up the ponderous statue to the surface.A few days later some strange people made their appearance suddenly and\nnoiselessly in our midst.They emerged from the thicket one by one.Colonel _Don_ Felipe Diaz, then commander of the troops covering the\neastern frontier, had sent me, a couple of days previous, a written\nnotice, that I still preserve in my power, that tracks of hostile\nIndians had been discovered by his scouts, advising me to keep a sharp\nlook out, lest they should surprise us.Now, to be on the look out in\nthe midst of a thick, well-nigh impenetrable forest, is a rather\ndifficult thing to do, particularly with only a few men, and where there\nis no road; yet all being a road for the enemy.Warning my men that\ndanger was near, and to keep their loaded rifles at hand, we continued\nour work as usual, leaving the rest to destiny.On seeing the strangers, my men rushed on their weapons, but noticing\nthat the visitors had no guns, but only their _machetes_, I gave orders\nnot to hurt them.The hallway is north of the bedroom.The hallway is south of the kitchen.At their head was a very old man: his hair was gray,\nhis eyes blue with age.He would not come near the statue, but stood at\na distance as if awe-struck, hat in hand, looking at it.After a long\ntime he broke out, speaking to his own people: \"This, boys, is one of\nthe great men we speak to you about.\"Then the young men came forward,\nwith great respect kneeled at the feet of the statue, and pressed their\nlips against them.Putting aside my own weapons, being consequently unarmed, I went to the\nold man, and asked him to accompany me up to the castle, offering my arm\nto ascend the 100 steep and crumbling stairs.I again placed my face\nnear that of my stone _Sosis_, and again the same scene was enacted as\nwith my own men, with this difference, that the strangers fell on their\nknees before me, and, in turn, kissed my hand.The old man after a\nwhile, eyeing me respectfully, but steadily, asked me: \"Rememberest thou\nwhat happened to thee whilst thou wert enchanted?\"It was quite a\ndifficult question to answer, and yet retain my superior position,", "question": "What is north of the bedroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The bedroom is south of the office.\"Well,\nfather,\" I asked him, \"dreamest thou sometimes?\"He nodded his head in\nan affirmative manner.\"And when thou awakest, dost thou remember\ndistinctly thy dreams?\"\"Well, father,\" I\ncontinued, \"so it happened with me.I do not remember what took place\nduring the time I was enchanted.\"I\nagain gave him my hand to help him down the precipitous stairs, at the\nfoot of which we separated, wishing them God-speed, and warning them not\nto go too near the villages on their way back to their homes, as people\nwere aware of their presence in the country.The garden is north of the office.Whence they came, I ignore;\nwhere they went, I don't know.Circumcision was a rite in usage among the Egyptians since very remote\ntimes.The Mayas also practiced it, if we are to credit Fray Luis de\nUrreta; yet Cogolludo affirms that in his days the Indians denied\nobserving such custom.The outward sign of utmost reverence seems to\nhave been identical amongst both the Mayas and the Egyptians.It\nconsisted in throwing the left arm across the chest, resting the left\nhand on the right shoulder; or the right arm across the chest, the\nright hand resting on the left shoulder.Sir Gardner Wilkinson, in his\nwork above quoted, reproduces various figures in that attitude; and Mr.Champollion Figeac, in his book on Egypt, tells us that in some cases\neven the mummies of certain eminent men were placed in their coffins\nwith the arms in that position.That this same mark of respect was in\nuse amongst the Mayas there can be no possible doubt.We see it in the\nfigures represented in the act of worshiping the mastodon's head, on the\nwest facade of the monument that forms the north wing of the palace and\nmuseum at Chichen-Itza.We see it repeatedly in the mural paintings in\nChaacmol's funeral chamber; on the slabs sculptured with the\nrepresentation of a dying warrior, that adorned the mausoleum of that\nchieftain.Cogolludo mentions it in his history of Yucatan, as being\ncommon among the aborigines: and my own men have used it to show their\nutmost respect to persons or objects they consider worthy of their\nveneration.Among my collection of photographs are several plates in\nwhich some of the men have assumed that position of the arms\nspontaneously._The sistrum_ was an instrument used by Egyptians and Mayas alike during\nthe performance of their religious rites and acts of worship.I have\nseen it used lately by natives in Yucatan in the dance forming part of\nthe worship of the sun.The Egyptians enclosed the brains, entrails and\nviscera of the deceased in funeral vases, called _canopas_, that were\nplaced in the tombs with the coffin.When I opened Chaacmol's mausoleum\nI found, as I have already said, two stone urns, the one near the head\ncontaining the remains of brains, that near the chest those of the heart\nand other vis", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "This fact would tend to show again a similar custom\namong the Mayas and Egyptians, who, besides, placed with the body an\nempty vase--symbol that the deceased had been judged and found\nrighteous.This vase, held between the hands of the statue of Chaacmol,\nis also found held in the same manner by many other statues of\ndifferent individuals.It was customary with the Egyptians to deposit in\nthe tombs the implements of the trade or profession of the deceased.The garden is north of the bathroom.So\nalso with the Mayas--if a priest, they placed books; if a warrior, his\nweapons; if a mechanic, the tools of his art,[TN-23]\n\nThe Egyptians adorned the tombs of the rich--which generally consisted\nof one or two chambers--with sculptures and paintings reciting the names\nand the history of the life of the personage to whom the tomb belonged.The free arms are held as in the frontispiece.In\nthe actual rotation this position naturally resolves itself into the\nregular Waltz Position.THE STEP OF THE BOSTON\n\nThe preparatory step of the Boston differs materially from that of any\nother Social Dance.There is _only one position_ of the feet in the\nBoston--the 4th.That is to say, the feet are separated one from the\nother as in walking.On the first count of the measure the whole leg swings freely, and as a\nunit, from the hip, and the foot is put down practically flat upon the\nfloor, where it immediately receives the entire weight of the body\n_perpendicularly_.The weight is held entirely upon this foot during the\nremainder of the measure, whether it be in 3/4 or 2/4 time.The following preparatory exercises must be practiced forward and\nbackward until the movements become natural, before proceeding.In going backward, the foot must be carried to the rear as far as\npossible, and the weight must always be perpendicular to the supporting\nfoot.These movements are identical with walking, and except the particular\ncare which must be bestowed upon the placing of the foot on the first\ncount of the measure, they require no special degree of attention.On the second count the free leg swings forward until the knee has\nbecome entirely straightened, and is held, suspended, during the third\ncount of the measure.This should be practiced, first with the weight\nresting upon the entire sole of the supporting foot, and then, when this\nhas been perfectly accomplished, the same exercise may be supplemented\nby raising the heel (of the supporting foot) on the second count and\nlowering it on the third count._Great care must be taken not to divide\nthe weight._\n\nFor the purpose of instruction, it is well to practice these steps to\nMazurka music, because of the clearness of the count.[Illustration]\n\nWhen the foregoing exercises have been so fully mastered as to become,\nin a sense, muscular habits, we may, with safety, add the next feature.This consists in touching the floor with the point of the free foot, at\na point as far forward or backward as can be done without dividing the\nweight, on the second count of the measure.Thus, weThe hallway is north of the garden.", "question": "What is north of the bathroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Too great care cannot be expended upon this phase of the step, and it\nmust be practiced over and over again, both forward and backward, until\nthe movement has become second nature.All this must precede any attempt\nto turn.The turning of the Boston is simplicity itself, but it is, nevertheless,\nthe one point in the instruction which is most bothersome to\nlearners.The turn is executed upon the ball of _the supporting foot_,\nand consists in twisting half round without lifting either foot from the\nground.In this, the weight is held altogether upon the supporting foot,\nand there is no crossing.The bathroom is west of the hallway.In carrying the foot forward for the second movement, the knees must\npass close to one another, and care must be taken that _the entire half\nturn comes upon the last count of the measure_.The hallway is west of the office.To sum up:--\n\nStarting with the weight upon the left foot, step forward, placing the\nentire weight upon the right foot, as in the illustration facing page 14\n(count 1); swing left leg quickly forward, straightening the left knee\nand raising the right heel, and touch the floor with the extended left\nfoot as in the illustration facing page 16, but without placing any\nweight upon that foot (count 2); execute a half-turn to the left,\nbackward, upon the ball of the supporting (right) foot, at the same time\nlowering the right heel, and finish as in the illustration opposite page\n18 (count 3).[Illustration]\n\nStarting again, this time with the weight wholly upon the right foot,\nand with the left leg extended backward, and the point of the left foot\nlightly touching the floor, step backward, throwing the weight entirely\nupon the left foot which sinks to a position flat upon the floor, as\nshown in the illustration facing page 21, (count 4); carry the right\nfoot quickly backward, and touch with the point as far back as possible\nupon the line of direction without dividing the weight, at the same time\nraising the left heel as in the illustration facing page 22, (count 5);\nand complete the rotation by executing a half-turn to the right,\nforward, upon the ball of the left foot, simultaneously lowering the\nleft heel, and finishing as in the illustration facing page 24, (count\n6).THE REVERSE\n\nThe reverse of the step should be acquired at the same time as the\nrotation to the right, and it is, therefore, of great importance to\nalternate from the right to the left rotation from the beginning of the\nturning exercise.The reverse itself, that is to say, the act of\nalternating is effected in a single measure without turning (see\npreparatory exercise, page 13) which may be taken backward by the\ngentleman and forward by the lady, whenever they have completed a whole\nturn.The mechanism of the reverse turn is exactly the same as that of the\nturn to the right, except that it is accomplished with the other foot,\nand in the opposite direction.There is no better or more efficacious exercise to perfect the Boston,\nthan that which is made up of one complete turn to the right, a measure\nto reverse, and a complete turn to the left", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "This should be practised\nuntil one has entirely mastered the motion and rhythm of the dance.The\nwriter has used this exercise in all his work, and finds it not only\nhelpful and interesting to the pupil, but of special advantage in\nobviating the possibility of dizziness, and the consequent\nunpleasantness and loss of time.[Illustration]\n\nAfter acquiring a degree of ease in the execution of these movements to\nMazurka music, it is advisable to vary the rhythm by the introduction of\nSpanish or other clearly accented Waltz music, before using the more\nliquid compositions of Strauss or such modern song waltzes as those of\nDanglas, Sinibaldi, etc.It is one of the remarkable features of the Boston that the weight is\nalways opposite the line of direction--that is to say, in going forward,\nthe weight is retained upon the rear foot, and in going backward, the\nweight is always upon the front foot (direction always radiates from the\ndancer).Thus, in proceeding around the room, the weight must always be\nheld back, instead of inclining slightly forward as in the other round\ndances.This seeming contradiction of forces lends to the Boston a\nunique charm which is to be found in no other dance.O'Shaughnessy\npiled up with her broom.The woman was fairly frightened at the sight of\nso much treasure, and she crossed herself many times as she lay down on\nthe mat beside Eileen's truckle-bed, muttering to herself, \"Michael\nknows bist, I suppose; but sorrow o' me if I can feel as if there was a\nblissing an it, ava'!\"The third day came, and was already half over, when an urgent summons\ncame for Doctor O'Shaughnessy.The office is west of the bedroom.One of his richest patrons had fallen\nfrom his horse and broken his leg, and the doctor must come on the\ninstant.The doctor grumbled and swore, but there was no help for it; so\nhe departed, after making his wife vow by all the saints in turn, that\nshe would not leave Eileen's side for an instant until he returned.When Eily heard the rattle of the gig and the sound of the pony's feet,\nand knew that the most formidable of her jailers was actually _gone_,\nher heart beat so loud for joy that she feared its throbbing would be\nheard.Now, at last, a loop-hole seemed to open for her.She had a plan\nalready in her head, and now there was a chance for her to carry it out.But an Irish girl of ten has shrewdness beyond her years, and no gleam\nof expression appeared in Eileen's face as she spoke to Mrs.O'Shaughnessy, who had been standing by the window to watch her\nhusband's departure, and who now returned to her seat.The bedroom is west of the hallway.\"We'll be missin' the docthor this day, ma'm, won't we?\"\"He's\nso agrayable, ain't he, now?\"O'Shaughnessy, with something of a sigh.\"He's rale agrayable, Michael is--", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"Yis,\nI'll miss um more nor common to-day, for 'tis worn out I am intirely\nwid shlapin so little these two nights past.The bedroom is east of the office.The kitchen is east of the bedroom.Sure, I _can't_ shlape, wid\nthim things a-shparklin' an' a-glowerin' at me the way they do; and now\nI'll not get me nap at all this afthernoon, bein' I must shtay here and\nkape ye talkin' till the docthor cooms back.Me hid aches, too, mortial\nbad!\"\"Arrah, it's too bad, intirely!Will I till ye a little shtory that me grandmother hed for the hidache?\"\"A shtory for the hidache?\"\"What do ye mane by\nthat, I'm askin' ye?\"\"I dunno roightly how ut is,\" replied Eily, innocently, \"but Granny used\nto call this shtory a cure for the hidache, and mebbe ye'd find ut so.An' annyhow it 'ud kape me talkin',\" she added meekly, \"for 'tis mortial\nlong.\"O'Shaughnessy, settling herself more\ncomfortably in her chair.\"I loove a long shtory, to be sure.And Eily began as follows, speaking in a clear, low monotone:--\n\n\"Wanst upon a toime there lived an owld, owld woman, an' her name was\nMoira Magoyle; an' she lived in an owld, owld house, in an owld, owld\nlane that lid through an owld, owld wood be the side of an owld, owld\nshthrame that flowed through an owld, owld shthrate av an owld, owld\ntown in an owld, owld county.An' this owld, owld woman, sure enough,\nshe had an owld, owld cat wid a white nose; an' she had an owld, owld\ndog wid a black tail, an' she had an owld, owld hin wid wan eye, an' she\nhad an owld, owld cock wid wan leg, an' she had--\"\n\nMrs.O'Shaughnessy yawned, and stirred uneasily on her seat.\"Seems to\nme there's moighty little goin' an in this shtory!\"she said, taking up\nher knitting, which she had dropped in her lap.\"I'd loike somethin' a\nbit more loively, I'm thinkin', av I had me ch'ice.\"said Eily, with quiet confidence, \"ownly wait till I\ncoom to the parrt about the two robbers an' the keg o' gunpowdther, an'\nits loively enough ye'll foind ut.But I must till ut the same way 'at\nGranny did, else it 'ull do no good, ava.Well, thin, I was sayin' to\nye, ma'm, this ow", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "she had an\nowld, owld cow, an' she had an owld, owld shape, an' she had an owld,\nowld kitchen wid an owld, owld cheer an' an owld, owld table, an' an\nowld, owld panthry wid an owld, owld churn, an' an owld, owld sauce-pan,\nan' an owld, owld gridiron, an' an owld, owld--\"\n\nMrs.O'Shaughnessy's knitting dropped again, and her head fell forward\non her breast.Eileen's voice grew lower and softer, but still she went\non,--rising at the same time, and moving quietly, stealthily, towards\nthe door,--\n\n\"An' she had an owld, owld kittle, an' she had an owld, owld pot wid an\nowld, owld kiver; an' she had an owld, owld jug, an' an owld, owld\nplatther, an' an owld, owld tay-pot--\"\n\nEily's hand was on the door, her eyes were fixed on the motionless form\nof her jailer; her voice went on and on, its soft monotone now\naccompanied by another sound,--that of a heavy, regular breathing which\nwas fast deepening into a snore.The office is west of the bathroom.\"An' she had an owld, owld shpoon, an' an owld, owld fork, an' an owld,\nowld knife, an' an owld, owld cup, an' an owld, owld bowl, an' an owld,\nowld, owld--\"\n\nThe door is open!Two little feet go speeding down\nthe long passage, across the empty kitchen, out at the back door, and\naway, away!the story is done and the\nbird is flown!The bedroom is west of the office.Surely it was the next thing to flying, the way in which Eily sped\nacross the meadows, far from the hated scene of her imprisonment.The\nbare brown feet seemed scarcely to touch the ground; the brown locks\nstreamed out on the wind; the little blue apron fluttered wildly, like a\nbanner of victory.with panting bosom, with parted lips,\nwith many a backward glance to see if any one were following; on went\nthe little maid, over field and fell, through moss and through mire,\ntill at last--oh, happy, blessed sight!--the dark forest rose before\nher, and she knew that she was saved.Quite at the other end of the wood lay the spot she was seeking; but she\nknew the way well, and on she went, but more carefully now,--parting the\nbranches so that she broke no living twig, and treading cautiously lest\nshe should crush the lady fern, which the Green Men love.How beautiful\nthe ferns were, uncurling their silver-green fronds and spreading their\nslender arms abroad!How pleasant,\nhow kind, how friendly was everything in the sweet green wood!And", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "there\nsat the Green Man, just as if he had been there all the time, fanning\nhimself with his scarlet cap, and looking at her with a comical twinkle\nin his sharp little eyes.\"Well, Eily,\" he said, \"is it back so soon ye are?Well, well, I'm not\nsurprised!In architecture, he made many plans and designs for buildings,\nand, while he was yet young, proposed conveying the river Arno into\nthe canal at Pisa[i16].Of his skill in poetry the reader may judge\nfrom the following sonnet preserved by Lomazzo[i17], the only one now\nexisting of his composition; and for the translation with which it is\naccompanied we are indebted to a lady.Chi non puo quel vuol, quel che puo voglia,\n        Che quel che non si puo folle e volere.Adunque saggio e l'uomo da tenere,\n    Che da quel che non puo suo voler toglia.The garden is north of the hallway.Pero ch'ogni diletto nostro e doglia\n        Sta in si e no, saper, voler, potere,\n        Adunque quel sol puo, che co 'l dovere\n    Ne trahe la ragion suor di sua soglia.Ne sempre e da voler quel che l'uom puote,\n        Spesso par dolce quel che torna amaro,\n        Piansi gia quel ch'io volsi, poi ch'io l'ebbi.Adunque tu, lettor di queste note,\n        S'a te vuoi esser buono e a' gli altri caro,\n        Vogli sempre poter quel che tu debbi.The kitchen is south of the hallway.The man who cannot what he would attain,\n    Within his pow'r his wishes should restrain:\n    The wish of Folly o'er that bound aspires,\n    The wise man by it limits his desires.Since all our joys so close on sorrows run,\n    We know not what to choose or what to shun;\n    Let all our wishes still our duty meet,\n    Nor banish Reason from her awful seat.Nor is it always best for man to will\n    Ev'n what his pow'rs can reach; some latent ill\n    Beneath a fair appearance may delude\n    And make him rue what earnest he pursued.Then, Reader, as you scan this simple page,\n    Let this one care your ev'ry thought engage,\n    (With self-esteem and gen'ral love 't is fraught,)\n    Wish only pow'r to do just what you ought.The course of study which Leonardo had thus", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Accordingly we find,\nthat to the study of geometry, sculpture, anatomy, he added those of\narchitecture, mechanics, optics, hydrostatics, astronomy, and Nature in\ngeneral, in all her operations[i18]; and the result of his observations\nand experiments, which were intended not only for present use, but\nas the basis and foundation of future discoveries, he determined, as\nhe proceeded, to commit to writing.At what time he began these his\ncollections, of which we shall have occasion to speak more particularly\nhereafter, is no where mentioned; but it is with certainty known, that\nby the month of April 1490, he had already completely filled two folio\nvolumes[i19].Notwithstanding Leonardo's propensity and application to study, he was\nnot inattentive to the graces of external accomplishments; he was very\nskilful in the management of an horse, rode gracefully, and when he\nafterwards arrived to a state of affluence, took particular pleasure in\nappearing in public well mounted and handsomely accoutred.He possessed\ngreat dexterity in the use of arms: for mien and grace he might contend\nwith any gentleman of his time: his person was remarkably handsome,\nhis behaviour so perfectly polite, and his conversation so charming,\nthat his company was coveted by all who knew him; but the avocations to\nwhich this last circumstance subjected him, are one reason why so many\nof his works remain unfinished[i20].The bedroom is south of the kitchen.With such advantages of mind and body as these, it was no wonder that\nhis reputation should spread itself, as we find it soon did, over all\nItaly.The painting of the shield before mentioned, had already, as has\nbeen noticed, come into the possession of the Duke of Milan; and the\nsubsequent accounts which he had from time to time heard of Leonardo's\nabilities and talents, induced Lodovic Sforza, surnamed the Moor,\nthen Duke of Milan, about, or a little before the year 1489[i21], to\ninvite him to his court, and to settle on him a pension of five hundred\ncrowns, a considerable sum at that time[i22].Various are the reasons assigned for this invitation: Vasari[i23]\nattributes it to his skill in music, a science of which the Duke is\nsaid to have been fond; others have ascribed it to a design which the\nDuke entertained of erecting a brazen statue to the memory of his\nfather[i24]; but others conceive it originated from the circumstance,\nthat the Duke had not long before established at Milan an academy for\nthe study of painting, sculpture, and architecture, and was desirous\nthat Leonardo should take the conduct and direction of it[i25].The\nsecond was, however, we find, the true motive; and we are further\ninformed, that the invitation was accepted by Leonardo, that he went to\nMilan, and was already there in 1489[i26].Among the collections of Leonardo still existing in manuscript, is a\ncopy of a memorial presented by him to the Duke about 1490, of which\nVenturi has given an abridgment[i27].In itThe bedroom is north of the bathroom.", "question": "What is north of the bathroom?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "When the object is to take any place, he can, he says, empty\nthe ditch of its water; he knows, he adds, the art of constructing a\nsubterraneous gallery under the ditches themselves, and of carrying\nit to the very spot that shall be wanted.If the fort is not built\non a rock, he undertakes to throw it down, and mentions that he has\nnew contrivances for bombarding machines, ordnance, and mortars, some\nadapted to throw hail shot, fire, and smoke, among the enemy; and\nfor all other machines proper for a siege, and for war, either by\nsea or land, according to circumstances.In peace also, he says he\ncan be useful in what concerns the erection of buildings, conducting\nof water-courses, sculpture in bronze or marble, and painting; and\nremarks, that at the same time that he may be pursuing any of the above\nobjects, the equestrian statue to the memory of the Duke's father, and\nhis illustrious family, may still be going on.The garden is east of the kitchen.If any one doubts the\npossibility of what he proposes, he offers to prove it by experiment,\nand ocular demonstration.What is the difference between the bones of\n          children and the bones of old people?What happens if you lean over your desk or\n          work?What other bones may be injured by wrong\n          positions?What is always true of its use by youth?[Illustration: W]HAT makes the limbs move?You have to take hold of the door to move it back and forth; but you\nneed not take hold of your arm to move that.Sometimes a door or gate is made to shut itself, if you leave it open.This can be done by means of a wide rubber strap, one end of which is\nfastened to the frame of the door near the hinge, and the other end to\nthe door, out near its edge.When we push open the door, the rubber strap is stretched; but as soon\nas we have passed through, the strap tightens, draws the door back, and\nshuts it.The hallway is east of the garden.If you stretch out your right arm, and clasp the upper part tightly with\nyour left hand, then work the elbow joint strongly back and forth, you\ncan feel something under your hand draw up, and then lengthen out again,\neach time you bend the joint.What you feel, is a muscle (m[)u]s'sl), and it works your joints very\nmuch as the rubber strap works the hinge of the door.One end of the muscle is fastened to the bone just below the elbow\njoint; and the other end, higher up above the joint.When it tightens, or contracts, as we say, it bends the joint.When the\narm is straightened, the muscle returns to its first shape.There is another muscle on the outside of the arm which stretches when\nthis one shortens, and so helps the working of the joint.Every joint has two or more muscles of its own to work it.Think how many there must be in our fingers!If we", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "You can see muscles on the dinner table; for they are only lean meat.[Illustration: _Tendons of the hand._]\n\nThey are fastened to the bones by strong cords, called tendons\n(t[)e]n'd[)o]nz).These tendons can be seen in the leg of a chicken or\nturkey.They sometimes hold the meat so firmly that it is hard for you\nto get it off.When you next try to pick a \"drum-stick,\" remember that\nyou are eating the strong muscles by which the chicken or turkey moved\nhis legs as he walked about the yard.The parts that have the most work\nto do, need the strongest muscles.Did you ever see the swallows flying about the eaves of a barn?They have very small legs and feet,\nbecause they do not need to walk.The muscles that move the wings are fastened to the breast.These breast\nmuscles of the swallow must be large and strong.People who work hard with any part of the body make the muscles of that\npart very strong.The blacksmith has big, strong muscles in his arms because he uses them\nso much.You are using your muscles every day, and this helps them to grow.Once I saw a little girl who had been very sick.She had to lie in bed\nfor many weeks.Before her sickness she had plenty of stout muscles in\nher arms and legs and was running about the house from morning till\nnight, carrying her big doll in her arms.The garden is west of the bedroom.After her sickness, she could hardly walk ten steps, and would rather\nsit and look at her playthings than try to lift them.She had to make\nnew muscles as fast as possible.The hallway is east of the bedroom.Running, coasting, games of ball, and all brisk play and work, help to\nmake strong muscles.So idleness is an enemy to the muscles.There is another enemy to the muscles about which I must tell you.WHAT ALCOHOL WILL DO TO THE MUSCLES.Fat meat could not work your joints for you as\nthe muscles do.Alcohol often changes a part of the muscles to fat, and\nso takes away a part of their strength.In this way, people often grow\nvery fleshy from drinking beer, because it contains alcohol, as you will\nsoon learn.But they can not work any better on account of having this\nfat.Where are the muscles in your arms, which help\n          you to move your elbows?What do we call the muscles of the lower\n          animals?Why do chickens and turkeys need strong muscles\n          in their legs?What makes the muscles of the blacksmith's arm\n          so strong?[Illustration: H]OW do the muscles know when to move?You have all seen the telegraph wires, by which messages are sent from\none town to another, all over the country.You are too young to understand how this is done, but you each have\nsomething inside of you, by which you are sending messages almost every\nminute while you are awake.We will try to learn a little about its wonderful way of", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "As you would be very badly off if you could not think, the brain is your\nmost precious part, and you have a strong box made of bone to keep it\nin.[Illustration: _Diagram of the nervous system._]\n\nWe will call the brain the central telegraph office.Little white cords,\ncalled nerves, connect the brain with the rest of the body.A large cord called the spinal cord, lies safely in a bony case made by\nthe spine, and many nerves branch off from this.If you put your finger on a hot stove, in an instant a message goes on\nthe nerve telegraph to the brain.A\nhundred and fifty miles, remember.Now, then, how's my old nurse?\"he\ncontinued, turning back to Cameron.\"She was my nurse, remember, till\nyou came and stole her.\"\"But she will be glad to see\nyou.Where's MY nurse, then, my little nurse, who saw me through a fever\nand a broken leg?\"The garden is east of the bedroom.\"Oh, she's up in the mountains still, in the construction camp.I\nproposed to bring her down here with me, but there was a riot.If ever she gets out from that camp it will be when they are\nall asleep or when she is in a box car.\"\"I have much to tell you, and my wife\nwill be glad to see you.Why, I never thought your\nsister--by No.\"Say, Doc,\" said the hotel man, breaking into the conversation.\"There's\na bunch of 'em comin' in, ain't there?Who's the lady you was expectin'\nyourself on No.Wake up, Connolly, you're walking in your sleep,\" violently\nsignaling to the hotel man.\"Oh, it won't do, Martin,\" said Cameron with grave concern.Connolly is a well-known somnambulist.\"\"Is it catchin,' for I guess you had the\nsame thing last night?\"\"Connolly, you've gone batty!But I guess you've got to the point where\nyou need a preacher.laughed the hotel\nman, winking at Cameron.He's batty, I tell\nyou.\"All right,\" said Cameron, \"never mind.I shall run up and tell my wife\nyou are here.Wait for me,\" he cried, as he ran up the stairs.\"But, Doc, you did say--\"\n\n\"Oh, confound you!It was--\"\n\n\"But you did say--\"\n\n\"Will you shut up?\"But you said--\"\n\n\"Look here!\"The kitchen is west of the bedroom.\"He'll be down in a\nminute.\"Connolly, close that trap of yours and listen to me.He'll be back in a jiffy.It's the same lady as he is going to meet.\"And now you've queered me\nwith him and he will think--\"\n\n\"Aw, Doc, let me be.\"I don't leave\nno pard of mine in a hole.Say,\" he cried, turning to Cameron, \"about\nthat lady.He got a permit last week and he hasn't been\nsober for a day since.\"", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "said Cameron, looking at his friend suspiciously.\"I suppose I might as well tell you.I found out that your sister was to be in on this train, and in case you\nshould not turn up I told Connolly here to have a room ready.\"\"Oh,\" said Cameron, with his eyes upon his friend's face.And how did you find out that Moira was coming?\"\"Well,\" said Martin, his face growing hotter with every word of\nexplanation, \"you have a wife and we have a mutual friend in our little\nnurse, and that's how I learned.And so I thought I'd be on hand\nanyway.You remember I met your sister up at your Highland home with the\nunpronounceable name.\"\"Moira\nwill be heart broken every day when she sees the Big Horn Ranch, I'm\nafraid.The meeting between the doctor and Cameron's wife was like that between\nold comrades in arms, as indeed they had been through many a hard fight\nwith disease, accident and death during the construction days along the\nline of the Canadian Pacific Railway through the Rocky Mountains.A jolly hour they had together at supper, exchanging news and retailing\nthe latest jokes.And then Cameron told his friend the story of old\nCopperhead and of the task laid upon him by Superintendent Strong.The hallway is east of the garden.Martin listened in grave silence till the tale was done, then said with\nquiet gravity:\n\n\"Cameron, this is a serious business.\"Yes,\" replied Mandy quickly, \"but you can see that he must do it.Surely--\"\n\n\"No, there is no one else quite so fit to do it,\" said Mandy.\"By Jove, you're a wonder!\"cried Martin, his face lighting up with\nsudden enthusiasm.\"Not much of a wonder,\" she replied, a quick tremor in her voice.\"Not\nmuch of a wonder, I'm afraid.I couldn't keep\nhim, could I,\" she said, \"if his country needs him?\"The doctor glanced at her face with its appealing deep blue eyes.\"Now, Mandy,\" said Cameron, \"you must upstairs and to bed.\"He read\naright the signs upon her face.\"You are tired and you will need all the\nsleep you can get.Wait for me, Martin, I'll be down in a few moments.\"When they reached their room Cameron turned and took his wife in his\narms.You\nhave nerve enough for both of us, and you will need to have nerve for\nboth, for how I am going to leave you I know not.Oh, I won't try to hide it from you, Mandy.Martin and I--going up to the Barracks.Superintendent Strong has come down for a consultation.\"He paused and\nlooked into his wife's face.\"Yes, yes, I know, Allan.But--do you know--it's foolish\nto say it, but as those Indians passed us I fancied I saw the face of\nCopperhead.\"\"Hardly, I fancy,\" said her husband with a laugh.\"He'd know better than\nrun into this town in open day just now.The office is west of the garden.All Indians will look to you\nlike old Copperhead for", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\"You may be sure of that, sweetheart.[_Sinking into a chair and snatching up a piece of breads which he\nbegins munching._\n\nHANNAH.[_Wiping her eyes._] Oh, sir, it's a treat to hear you, compared with\nthe hordinary criminal class.But, master, dear, though my Noah don't\nrecognize you--through his being a stranger to St.Marvells--how'll\nyou fare when you get to Durnstone?I have one great buoyant hope--that a word in the ear of the Durnstone\nSuperintendent will send me forth an unquestioned man.You and he will\nbe the sole keepers of my precious secret.May its possession be a\nlasting comfort to you both.Master, is what you've told me your only chance of getting off\nunknown?It is the sole remaining chance of averting a calamity of almost\nnational importance.Then you're as done as that joint in my oven!The Superintendent at Durnstone--John Ruggles--also the two\nInspectors, Whitaker and Parker----\n\nTHE DEAN.Them and their wives and families are chapel folk![_THE DEAN totters across to a chair, into which he sinks with\nhis head upon the table._] Master!I was well fed and kept seven years at the\nDeanery--I've been wed to Noah Topping eight weeks--that's six years\nand ten months' lovin' duty doo to you and yours before I owe nothing\nto my darling Noah.Master dear, you shan't be took to Durnstone!The office is east of the bathroom.The kitchen is west of the bathroom.Hannah Topping, formerly Evans, it is my duty to inform you\nthat your reasoning does more credit to your heart than to your head.The Devil's always in a woman's heart because it's\nthe warmest place to get to![_Taking a small key from the table\ndrawer._] Here, take that![_Pushing the key into the pocket of his\ncoat._] When you once get free from my darling Noah that key unlocks\nyour handcuffs!How are you to get free, that's the question now, isn't it?My Noah drives you over to Durnstone with old Nick in the cart.Now Nick was formerly in the Durnstone Fire Brigade,\nand when he 'ears the familiar signal of a double whistle you can't\nhold him in.[_Putting it into THE DEAN'S\npocket._] Directly you turn into Pear Tree Lane, blow once and you'll\nsee Noah with his nose in the air, pullin' fit to wrench his 'ands\noff.Jump out--roll clear of the wheel--keep cool and 'opeful and blow\nagain.Before you can get the mud out of your eyes Noah and the horse\nand cart will be well into Durnstone, and may Providence restore a\nyoung 'usband safe to his doatin' wife![_Recoiling horror-stricken._\n\nHANNAH.[_Crying._] Oh--ooh--ooh!Is this the fruit of your seven years' constant cookery at the\nDeanery?I wouldn't have done it,", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "You're not too old; I want to give you another start in life!Woman, do you think I've no conscience?Do you think I\ndon't realize the enormity of the--of the difficulties in alighting\nfrom a vehicle in rapid motion?[_Opening the oven and taking out a small joint in a baking tin, which\nshe places on the table._] It's 'unger what makes you feel\nconscientious![_Waving her away._] I have done with you!With me, sir--but not with the joint!You'll feel wickeder when you've\nhad a little nourishment.[_He looks hungrily at the dish._] That's\nright, Dean, dear--taste my darling Noah's favorite dish.[_Advancing towards the table._] Oh, Hannah Topping--Hannah Topping![_Clutching the carving-knife despairingly._] I'll have no more women\ncooks at the Deanery![_Sitting and carving with desperation._\n\nHANNAH.You can't blow that whistle on an empty\nframe.[_THE DEAN begins to eat._] Don't my cooking carry you back,\nsir?Ah, if every mouthful would carry me back one little hour I would\nfinish this joint!The kitchen is east of the bathroom.[_NOAH TOPPING, unperceived by HANNAH and THE DEAN, climbs in by the\nwindow, his eyes bolting with rage--he glares round the room, taking\nin everything at a glance._\n\nNOAH.[_Under his breath._] My man o' mystery--a waited on by my nooly made\nwife--a heating o' my favorite meal.[_Touching HANNAH on the arm, she turns and faces him, speechless with\nfright._\n\nTHE DEAN.[_Still eating._] If my mind were calmer this would be an\nall-sufficient repast.[_HANNAH tries to speak, then clasps her hands\nand sinks on her knees to NOAH._] Hannah, a little plain cold water in\na simple tumbler, please.[_Grimly--folding his arms._] 'Annah, hintrodooce me.[_HANNAH gives a\ncry and clings to NOAH'S legs._\n\nTHE DEAN.[_Calmly to NOAH._] Am I to gather, constable, from your respective\nattitudes that you object to these little kindnesses extended to me by\nyour worthy wife?I'm wishin' to know the name o' my worthy wife's friend.A friend o'\nhern is a friend o' mian.She's gettin' me a lot o' nice noo friends since we coom to St.I made this gentleman's acquaintance through the wicket, in a\ncasual way.Cooks and railins--cooks and railins!The bathroom is east of the garden.I might a guessed my wedded\nlife 'ud a coom to this.He spoke to me just as a strange gentleman ought to speak to a lady!Didn't you, sir--didn't you?Hannah, do not let us even under these circumstances prevaricate; such\nis not", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The bedroom is north of the garden.[_NOAH advances savagely to THE DEAN.There is a knocking at the\ndoor.--NOAH restrains himself and faces THE DEAN._\n\nNOAH.Noa, this is neither the toime nor pla-ace, wi' people at the door and\ndinner on t' table, to spill a strange man's blood.I trust that your self-respect as an officer of the law will avert\nanything so unseemly.You've touched me on my point o' pride.There ain't\nanother police-station in all Durnstone conducted more strict and\nrigid nor what mian is, and it shall so continue.You and me is a\ngoin' to set out for Durnstone, and when the charges now standin' agen\nyou is entered, it's I, Noah Topping, what'll hadd another![_There is another knock at the door._\n\nHANNAH.The bathroom is south of the garden.The charge of allynating the affections o' my wife, 'Annah!Ay, and worse--the embezzlin' o' my mid-day meal prepared by her\n'ands.[_Points into the cell._] Go in; you 'ave five minutes more in\nthe 'ome you 'ave ruined and laid waste.The blood is thus warmed, and then it carries the heat to every part of\nthe body.The faster the blood flows, the more heat it brings, and the\nwarmer we feel.In children, the heart pumps from eighty to ninety times a minute.This is faster than it works in old people, and this is one reason why\nchildren are generally much warmer than old people.You may breathe in cold air; but that which you breathe out is warm.A\ngreat deal of heat from your warm body is all the time passing off\nthrough your skin, into the cooler air about you.For this reason, a\nroom full of people is much warmer than the same room when empty.We put on clothes to keep in the heat which we already have, and to\nprevent the cold air from reaching our skins and carrying off too much\nheat in that way.Most of you children are too young to choose what clothes you will wear.You know, however, that woolen under-garments\nkeep you warm in winter, and that thick boots and stockings should be\nworn in cold weather.Thin dresses or boots may look pretty; but they\nare not safe for winter wear, even at a party.A healthy, happy child, dressed in clothes which are suitable for the\nseason, is pleasanter to look at than one whose dress, though rich and\nhandsome, is not warm enough for health or comfort.When you feel cold, take exercise, if possible.This will make the hot\nblood flow all through your body and warm it.If you can not, you should\nput on more clothes, go to a warm room, in some way get warm and keep\nwarm, or the cold will make you sick.If your skin is chilled, the tiny mouths of the perspiration tubes are\nsometimes closed and can not throw out the waste matter.Then, if one\npart fails to do its work, other parts must suffer.Perhaps the inside", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "People used to think that nothing would warm one so well on a cold day,\nas a glass of whiskey, or other alcoholic drink.It is true that, if a person drinks a little alcohol, he will feel a\nburning in the throat, and presently a glowing heat on the skin.The alcohol has made the hot blood rush into the tiny tubes near the\nskin, and he thinks it has warmed him.But if all this heat comes to the skin, the cold air has a chance to\ncarry away more than usual.In a very little time, the drinker will be\ncolder than before.Perhaps he will not know it; for the cheating\nalcohol will have deadened his nerves so that they send no message to\nthe brain.Then he may not have sense enough to put on more clothing and\nmay freeze.He may even, if it is very cold, freeze to death.People, who have not been drinking alcohol are sometimes frozen; but\nthey would have frozen much quicker if they had drunk it.Horse-car drivers and omnibus drivers have a hard time on a cold winter\nday.They are often cheated into thinking that alcohol will keep them\nwarm; but doctors have learned that it is the water-drinkers who hold\nout best against the cold.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.Alcohol can not really keep a person warm.All children are interested in stories about Arctic explorers, whose\nships get frozen into great ice-fields, who travel on sledges drawn by\ndogs, and sometimes live in Esquimau huts, and drink oil, and eat walrus\nmeat.These men tell us that alcohol will not keep them warm, and you know\nwhy.The hunters and trappers in the snowy regions of the Rocky Mountains say\nthe same thing.Alcohol not only can not keep them warm; but it lessens\ntheir power to resist cold.[Illustration: _Scene in the Arctic regions._]\n\nMany of you have heard about the Greely party who were brought home from\nthe Arctic seas, after they had been starving and freezing for many\nmonths.Seven were\nfound alive by their rescuers; one of these died soon afterward.The\nfirst man who died, was the only one of the party who had ever been a\ndrunkard.Of the nineteen who died, all but one used tobacco.Of the six now\nliving,--four never used tobacco at all; and the other two, very seldom.The tobacco was no real help to them in time of trouble.It had probably\nweakened their stomachs, so that they could not make the best use of\nsuch poor food as they had.Why do you wear thick clothes in cold weather?How can you prove that you are warm inside?The bedroom is west of the hallway.How can you warm yourself without going to the\n          fire?How does it cheat you into thinking that you\n          will be warmer for drinking it?What do the people who travel in very cold\n          countries, tell us about the use of alcohol?How did tobacco affect the men who went to the\n          Arctic seas with Lieutenant Greely?[Illustration: N]OW that", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The bathroom is east of the hallway.Money spent for that which will do no good, but\nonly harm, is certainly wasted, and worse than wasted.If a boy or a girl save ten cents a week, it will take ten weeks to save\na dollar.You can all think of many good and pleasant ways to spend a dollar.What\nwould the beer-drinker do with it?If he takes two mugs of beer a day,\nthe dollar will be used up in ten days.But we ought not to say used,\nbecause that word will make us think it was spent usefully.We will say,\ninstead, the dollar will be wasted, in ten days.If he spends it for wine or whiskey, it will go sooner, as these cost\nmore.If no money was spent for liquor in this country, people would not\nso often be sick, or poor, or bad, or wretched.We should not need so\nmany policemen, and jails, and prisons, as we have now.If no liquor was\ndrunk, men, women, and children would be better and happier.Most of you have a little money of your own.Perhaps you earned a part,\nor the whole of it, yourselves.You are planning what to do with it, and\nthat is a very pleasant kind of planning.Do you think it would be wise to make a dollar bill into a tight little\nroll, light one end of it with a match, and then let it slowly burn up?(_See Frontispiece._)\n\nYes!It would be worse than wasted,\nif, while burning, it should also hurt the person who held it.Well, I'll be off, and will meet\nyou at the room.\"Dan was not long in reaching his humble home.The more he thought of it,\nthe more he distrusted Mike, and feared that he might have had a\nsinister design in the deception he had practiced upon his mother.To\nlose the rent money would be a serious matter.Grab hated him, he\nknew full well, and would show no mercy, while in the short time\nremaining it would be quite impossible to make up the necessary sum.Dan sprang up the stairs, several at a bound, and made his way at once\nto the little work-table.He pulled the drawer open without ceremony,\nand in feverish haste rummaged about until, to his great joy, he found\nthe pocket-book.\"It's all right, after all,\" he said.\"Mike isn't so bad as I thought\nhim.\"He opened the pocket-book, and his countenance fell.There was a\ntwenty-five cent scrip in one of the compartments, and that was all.\"He's stolen the money, after all,\" he said, his heart sinking.\"What\nare we going to do now?\"\"That is all that is left,\" answered Dan, holding up the scrip.\"Mike could not be wicked enough to take it.\"You don't know him as I do, mother.The garden is west of the hallway.He's a mean\nthief, and he sent you off to have a clear field.\"I couldn't think of that, or anything else, Dan, when I thought you\nwere hurt.\"Grab will be angry when", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"I will try to find Mike; and if I do, I will get the money if I can.Dan went up stairs at once, and knocked at Mrs.She came to the door, her arms dripping with suds, for she had been\nwashing.\"And how is your mother to-day?\"asked Dan, abruptly, too impatient to answer the question.\"No; he went out quarter of an hour ago.\"The bathroom is south of the kitchen.\"Did he tell you where he was going, Mrs.He said he was going over to Brooklyn to see if he could\nget a job, shure.I'm sorry to tell you that Mike has played a\nbad trick on my mother.\"\"Oh, whirra, whirra, what a bye he is!\"\"He's\nalways up to something bad.Sorra bit of worruk he does, and I at the\nwash-tub all day long.\"\"He's a bad son to you, Mrs.And what kind of trick has\nhe played on your good mother?\"\"He told her that I had been run over and broken my leg.Of course she\nwent out to find me, thinking it was all true, and while she was away he\ntook the money from her pocket-book.\"Some mothers would have questioned this statement, but Mrs.Rafferty\nknew to her cost that Mike was capable of stealing, having been\nimplicated in thefts on several occasions.I don't know what to do wid him, shure.\"\"It was the money we were to pay our rent with to-morrow,\" continued\nDan.\"I wish I could make it up to you, Dan, dear.Rafferty, but you ought not to make it\nup.Do you think he has really gone to\nBrooklyn.\"The office is south of the bathroom.\"He might have done it as a blind, just to put me on the wrong scent.\"Rafferty, I can't stop any longer.He went down stairs and told his mother what he had discovered or failed\nto discover.\"Don't wait supper for me, mother,\" he said.\"I'm going in search of\nMike.\"\"You won't fight with him, Dan?\"I am not\ngoing to submit to the loss without trying to get the money back, you\nmay be sure of that.\"So Dan went down stairs, considerably perplexed in mind.Mike was sure\nto keep out of the way for a time at least, anticipating that Dan would\nbe upon his track.While our hero was searching for him, he would have\nplenty of opportunities of spending the money of which he had obtained\nunlawful possession.To punish him without regaining the contents of the\nlost pocket-book would be an empty triumph.In the street below Dan\nespied Terence Quinn, an acquaintance of Mike.\"I saw him only a few minutes ago.\"\"I'll tell you where he'll be this evening.\"\"He's going to the Old Bowery, and I'm goin' wid him.\"\"He didn't tell me,\" said Terence.I'm sure of it now,\" said Dan to himself.\"I\nwish I knew where to find him.\"CHAPTER X.\n\nDAN AS A DETECTIVE.Dan quickly decided that if", "question": "What is the kitchen north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"He meant to send me there on a wild-goose chase,\" he reflected.\"I am\nnot quite so green as he takes me to be.\"Dan could not decide as easily where Mike had gone.Hood says in his\npoem of \"The Lost Heir,\"\n\n\n     \"A boy as is lost in London streets is like a needle in a bundle\n       of hay.\"A hunt for a boy in the streets of New York is about equally hopeless.\"I'll just stroll round a little,\" he said to himself.Dan bent his steps toward the Courtlandt-street Ferry.The kitchen is south of the bathroom.\"Perhaps Mike has gone to Jersey City,\" he said to himself.\"Anyway,\nI'll go over there.\"Six cents would defray Dan's expenses\nboth ways, and he was willing to incur this expense.He meant to look\nabout him, as something might turn up by which he could turn an honest\npenny.Near him in the cabin of the ferry-boat sat a gentleman of middle age,\nwho seemed overloaded with baggage.He had two heavy carpet-bags, a\nsatchel, and a bundle, at which he looked from time to time with a\nnervous and uncomfortable glance.When the boat touched shore he tried\nto gather his various pieces of luggage, but with indifferent success.The bedroom is south of the kitchen.Noticing his look of perplexity, Dan approached him, and said,\nrespectfully:\n\n\"Can't I assist you, sir?\"\"I wish you would, my boy,\" said the gentleman, relieved.I'll take one of the carpet-bags and the satchel, if\nyou like.\"\"Do you know the wharf of the Cunard steamers?\"Gallegher was short and broad in build, with a solid, muscular\nbroadness, and not a fat and dumpy shortness.He wore perpetually on his\nface a happy and knowing smile, as if you and the world in general were\nnot impressing him as seriously as you thought you were, and his eyes,\nwhich were very black and very bright, snapped intelligently at you like\nthose of a little black-and-tan terrier.All Gallegher knew had been learnt on the streets; not a very good\nschool in itself, but one that turns out very knowing scholars.And\nGallegher had attended both morning and evening sessions.He could not\ntell you who the Pilgrim Fathers were, nor could he name the thirteen\noriginal States, but he knew all the officers of the twenty-second\npolice district by name, and he could distinguish the clang of a\nfire-engine's gong from that of a patrol-wagon or an ambulance fully two\nblocks distant.It was Gallegher who rang the alarm when the Woolwich\nMills caught fire, while the officer on the beat was asleep, and it was\nGallegher who led the \"Black Diamonds\" against the \"Wharf Rats,\"\nwhen they used to stone each other to their hearts' content on the\ncoal-wharves of Richmond.I am afraid, now that I see these facts written down, that Gallegher was\nnot a reputable character; but he was so very young and so very old for\nhis", "question": "What is south of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "He lived in\nthe extreme northern part of Philadelphia, where the cotton-and\nwoollen-mills run down to the river, and how he ever got home after\nleaving the _Press_ building at two in the morning, was one of the\nmysteries of the office.The kitchen is east of the garden.Sometimes he caught a night car, and sometimes\nhe walked all the way, arriving at the little house, where his mother\nand himself lived alone, at four in the morning.Occasionally he was\ngiven a ride on an early milk-cart, or on one of the newspaper delivery\nwagons, with its high piles of papers still damp and sticky from the\npress.He knew several drivers of \"night hawks\"--those cabs that prowl\nthe streets at night looking for belated passengers--and when it was a\nvery cold morning he would not go home at all, but would crawl into one\nof these cabs and sleep, curled up on the cushions, until daylight.Besides being quick and cheerful, Gallegher possessed a power of amusing\nthe _Press's_ young men to a degree seldom attained by the ordinary\nmortal.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.His clog-dancing on the city editor's desk, when that gentleman\nwas up-stairs fighting for two more columns of space, was always a\nsource of innocent joy to us, and his imitations of the comedians of\nthe variety halls delighted even the dramatic critic, from whom the\ncomedians themselves failed to force a smile.But Gallegher's chief characteristic was his love for that element\nof news generically classed as \"crime.\"Not that he ever did anything\ncriminal himself.On the contrary, his was rather the work of the\ncriminal specialist, and his morbid interest in the doings of all queer\ncharacters, his knowledge of their methods, their present whereabouts,\nand their past deeds of transgression often rendered him a valuable ally\nto our police reporter, whose daily feuilletons were the only portion of\nthe paper Gallegher deigned to read.In Gallegher the detective element was abnormally developed.He had\nshown this on several occasions, and to excellent purpose.Once the paper had sent him into a Home for Destitute Orphans which was\nbelieved to be grievously mismanaged, and Gallegher, while playing the\npart of a destitute orphan, kept his eyes open to what was going on\naround him so faithfully that the story he told of the treatment meted\nout to the real orphans was sufficient to rescue the unhappy little\nwretches from the individual who had them in charge, and to have the\nindividual himself sent to jail.Gallegher's knowledge of the aliases, terms of imprisonment, and\nvarious misdoings of the leading criminals in Philadelphia was almost as\nthorough as that of the chief of police himself, and he could tell to an\nhour when \"Dutchy Mack\" was to be let out of prison, and could identify\nat a glance \"Dick Oxford, confidence man,\" as \"Gentleman Dan, petty\nthief.\"There were, at this time, only two pieces of news in any of the papers.The least important of the two was the big fight between the Champion of\nthe United States and the", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Richard F. Burrbank was one of the most prominent of New York's railroad\nlawyers; he was also, as a matter of course, an owner of much railroad\nstock, and a very wealthy man.He had been spoken of as a political\npossibility for many high offices, and, as the counsel for a great\nrailroad, was known even further than the great railroad itself had\nstretched its system.At six o'clock one morning he was found by his butler lying at the foot\nof the hall stairs with two pistol wounds above his heart.His safe, to which only he and his secretary had the keys, was\nfound open, and $200,000 in bonds, stocks, and money, which had been\nplaced there only the night before, was found missing.His name was Stephen S. Hade, and his name and his\ndescription had been telegraphed and cabled to all parts of the world.There was enough circumstantial evidence to show, beyond any question or\npossibility of mistake, that he was the murderer.It made an enormous amount of talk, and unhappy individuals were\nbeing arrested all over the country, and sent on to New York for\nidentification.Three had been arrested at Liverpool, and one man just\nas he landed at Sydney, Australia.We were all talking about it one night, as everybody else was all over\nthe country, in the local room, and the city editor said it was worth\na fortune to any one who chanced to run across Hade and succeeded\nin handing him over to the police.Some of us thought Hade had taken\npassage from some one of the smaller seaports, and others were of the\nopinion that he had buried himself in some cheap lodging-house in New\nYork, or in one of the smaller towns in New Jersey.\"I shouldn't be surprised to meet him out walking, right here in\nPhiladelphia,\" said one of the staff.\"He'll be disguised, of course,\nbut you could always tell him by the absence of the trigger finger on\nhis right hand.The office is north of the kitchen.The office is south of the hallway.It's missing, you know; shot off when he was a boy.\"\"You want to look for a man dressed like a tough,\" said the city editor;\n\"for as this fellow is to all appearances a gentleman, he will try to\nlook as little like a gentleman as possible.\"The\nmarching army numbered about sixty thousand, five thousand of whom\nbelonged to the cavalry and eighteen hundred to the artillery.The army\nwas divided into two immense wings, the Right, the Army of the Tennessee,\ncommanded by General O. O. Howard, and consisting of the Fifteenth and\nSeventeenth corps, and the Left, the Army of Georgia, by General Henry W.\nSlocum, composed the Fourteenth and Twentieth corps.There were twenty-five hundred wagons, each drawn by\nsix mules; six hundred ambulances, with two horses each, while the heavy\nguns, caissons, and forges were each drawn by eight horses.A twenty days'\nsupply of bread, forty of coffee, sugar, and salt was carried with the\narmy, and a large herd of cattle was driven on foot.", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "In Sherman's general instructions it was provided that the army should\nmarch by four roads as nearly parallel as possible, except the cavalry,\nwhich remained under the direct control of the general commanding.The\narmy was directed \"to forage liberally on the country,\" but, except along\nthe roadside, this was to be done by organized foraging parties appointed\nby the brigade commanders.The office is east of the bedroom.Orders were issued forbidding soldiers to enter\nprivate dwellings or to commit any trespass.The corps commanders were\ngiven the option of destroying mills, cotton-gins, and the like, and where\nthe army was molested in its march by the burning of bridges, obstructing\nthe roads, and so forth, the devastation should be made \"more or less\nrelentless, according to the measure of such hostility.\"The cavalry and\nartillery and the foraging parties were permitted to take horses, mules,\nand wagons from the inhabitants without limit, except that they were to\ndiscriminate in favor of the poor.The bathroom is west of the bedroom.It was a remarkable military\nundertaking, in which it was intended to remove restrictions only to a\nsufficient extent to meet the requirements of the march.The cavalry was\ncommanded by General Judson Kilpatrick, who, after receiving a severe\nwound at Resaca, in May, had gone to his home on the banks of the Hudson,\nin New York, to recuperate, and, against the advice of his physician, had\njoined the army again at Atlanta.On November 15th, most of the great army was started on its march, Sherman\nhimself riding out from the city next morning.As he rode near the spot\nwhere General McPherson had fallen, he paused and looked back at the\nreceding city with its smoking ruins, its blackened walls, and its lonely,\ntenantless houses.The vision of the desperate battles, of the hope and\nfear of the past few months, rose before him, as he tells us, \"like the\nmemory of a dream.\"The day was as perfect as Nature ever gives.They sang and shouted and waved their banners in the\nautumn breeze.Most of them supposed they were going directly toward\nRichmond, nearly a thousand miles away.As Sherman rode past them they\nwould call out, \"Uncle Billy, I guess Grant is waiting for us at\nRichmond.\"Only the commanders of the wings and Kilpatrick were entrusted\nwith the secret of Sherman's intentions.But even Sherman was not fully\ndecided as to his objective--Savannah, Georgia, or Port Royal, South\nCarolina--until well on the march.There was one certainty, however--he was fully decided to keep the\nConfederates in suspense as to his intentions.To do this the more\neffectually he divided his army at the start, Howard leading his wing to\nGordon by way of McDonough as if to threaten Macon, while Slocum proceeded\nto Covington and Madison, with Milledgeville as his goal.Both were\nsecretly instructed to halt, seven days after starting, at Gordon and\nMilledgeville, the latter the capital of Georgia, about a hundred miles to\nthe southeast.General Hood and General Beauregard,", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "They realized that to follow him\nwould now be futile.He was nearly three hundred miles away, and not only\nwere the railroads destroyed, but a large part of the intervening country\nwas utterly laid waste and incapable of supporting an army.The\nConfederates thereupon turned their attention to Thomas, who was also in\nTennessee, and was the barrier between Hood and the Northern States.General Sherman accompanied first one corps of his army and then another.The first few days he spent with Davis' corps of Slocum's wing.The kitchen is south of the hallway.When they\nreached Covington, the <DW64>s met the troops in great numbers, shouting\nand thanking the Lord that \"deliverance\" had come at last.As Sherman rode\nalong the streets they would gather around his horse and exhibit every\nevidence of adoration.The foraging parties consisted of companies of fifty men.Their route for\nthe day in which they obtained supplies was usually parallel to that of\nthe army, five or six miles from it.They would start out before daylight\nin the morning, many of them on foot; but when they rejoined the column in\nthe evening they were no longer afoot.They were astride mules, horses, in\nfamily carriages, farm wagons, and mule carts, which they packed with\nhams, bacon, vegetables, chickens, ducks, and every imaginable product of\na Southern farm that could be useful to an army.In the general orders, Sherman had forbidden the soldiers to enter private\nhouses; but the order was not strictly adhered to, as many Southern people\nhave since testified.Sherman declares in his memoirs that these acts of\npillage and violence were exceptional and incidental.On one occasion\nSherman saw a man with a ham on his musket, a jug of molasses under his\narm, and a big piece of honey in his hand.The office is south of the kitchen.As the man saw that he was\nobserved by the commander, he quoted audibly to a comrade, from the\ngeneral order, \"forage liberally on the country.\"But the general reproved\nhim and explained that foraging must be carried on only by regularly\ndesignated parties.It is a part of military history that Sherman's sole purpose was to weaken\nthe Confederacy by recognized means of honorable warfare; but it cannot be\ndenied that there were a great many instances, unknown to him,\nundoubtedly, of cowardly hold-ups of the helpless inhabitants, or\nransacking of private boxes and drawers in search of jewelry and other\nfamily treasure.This is one of the misfortunes of war--one of war's\ninjustices.Such practices always exist even under the most rigid\ndiscipline in great armies, and the jubilation of this march was such that\nhuman nature asserted itself in the license of warfare more than on most\nother occasions.General Washington met with similar situations in the\nAmerican Revolution.The words \u201c_Rear frame_\u201d are then given;\nwhen all assist in raising it, and the proper elevation is given,\naccording to the words \u201c_Elevate to 35\u00b0_\u201d or \u201c_45\u00b0_,\u201d or whatever\nangle the officer may judge necessary, according to", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The word \u201c_Point_\u201d is then given: which is done by means of a\nplumb-line, hanging down from the vertex of the triangle, and which at\nthe same time shews whether the frame is upright or not.1 and 2 place themselves at the foot of the ladder,\nand Nos.3 and 4 return to fix the ammunition in the rear, in readiness\nfor the word \u201c_Load_.\u201d When this is given, No.3 brings a Rocket to the\nfoot of the ladder, having before hand _carefully_ taken off the circle\nthat covered the vent, and handing it to No.1 has ascended the ladder to receive the first\nRocket from No.2, and to place it in the chamber at the top of the\nladder; by the time this is done, No.2 is ready to give him another\nRocket, which in like manner he places in the other chamber: he then\nprimes the locks with a tube and powder, and, cocking the two locks,\nafter every thing else is done, descends from the ladder, and, when\ndown, gives the word \u201c_Ready_;\u201d on which, he and No.2 each take one of\nthe trigger lines, and retire ten or twelve paces obliquely, waiting\nfor the word \u201c_Fire_\u201d from the officer or non-commissioned officer, on\nwhich they pull, either separately or together, as previously ordered.1 immediately runs up and\nspunges out the two chambers with a very wet spunge, having for this\npurpose a water bucket suspended at the top of the frame; which being\ndone, he receives a Rocket from No.3 having, in\nthe mean time, brought up a fresh supply; in doing which, however, he\nmust never bring from the rear more than are wanted for each round.In this routine, any number of rounds is tired, until the words\n\u201c_Cease firing_\u201d are given; which, if followed by those, \u201c_Prepare to\nretreat_,\u201d Nos.3 and 4 run forward to the ladder; and on the words\n_\u201cLower frame_,\u201d they ease it down in the same order in which it was\nraised, take it to pieces, and may thus retire in less than five\nminutes: or if the object of ceasing to fire is merely a change of\nposition to no great distance, the four men may with ease carry the\nframe, without taking it to pieces, the waggon following them with the\nammunition, or the ammunition being borne by men, as circumstances may\nrender expedient._The ammunition_ projected from this frame consists of 32-pounder\nRockets, armed with carcasses of the following sorts and ranges:--\n\n\n1st.--_The small carcass_, containing 8 lbs.The hallway is east of the office.The garden is west of the office.of carcass composition,\nbeing 3 lbs.more than the present 10-inch spherical carcass.--Range\n3,000 yards.2nd.--_The medium carcass_, containing 12 lbs.of carcass composition,\nbeing equal to the present 13-inch.--Range 2,500 yards.3rd.--_", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "of carcass composition,\nbeing 6 lbs.more than the present 13-inch spherical carcass.--Range\n2,000 yards.Or 32-pounder Rockets, armed with bursting cones, made of stout iron,\nfilled with powder, to be exploded by fuzes, and to be used to produce\nthe explosive effects of shells, where such effect is preferred to the\nconflagration of the carcass.These cones contain as follows:--\n\n_Small._--Five lbs.of powder, equal to the bursting powder of a\n10-inch shell.--Range 3,000 yards.of powder, equal to the bursting powder of a\n13-inch shell.--Range 2,500 yards.I have lately had a successful experiment, with bombarding\nRockets, six inches diameter, and weighing 148 lbs.--and doubt not of\nextending the bombarding powers of the system much further.[Illustration: _Plate 6_\u00a0\u00a0Fig.\u00a01\u00a0\u00a0Fig.2]\n\n\n\n\nTHE MODE OF USING ROCKETS IN BOMBARDMENT, FROM EARTH WORKS, WITHOUT\nAPPARATUS.1, is a perspective view of a Battery, erected expressly\nfor throwing Rockets in bombardment, where the interior <DW72> has the\nangle of projection required, and is equal to the length of the Rocket\nand stick.The great advantage of this system is, that, as it dispenses with\napparatus: where there is time for forming a work of this sort, of\nconsiderable length, the quantity of fire, that may be thrown in a\ngiven time, is limited only by the length of the work: thus, as the\nRockets may be laid in embrasures cut in the bank, at every two feet, a\nbattery of this description, 200 feet in length, will fire 100 Rockets\nin a volley, and so on; or an incessant and heavy fire may, by such\na battery, be kept up from one flank to the other, by replacing the\nRockets as fast as they are fired in succession.The rule for forming this battery is as follows.The hallway is east of the garden.\u201cThe length of the interior <DW72> of this work is half formed by the\nexcavation, and half by the earth thrown out; for the base therefore of\nthe interior <DW72> of the part to be raised, at an angle of 55\u00b0, set\noff two thirds of the intended perpendicular height--cut down the <DW72>\nto a perpendicular depth equal to the above mentioned height--then\nsetting off, for the breadth of the interior excavation, one third more\nthan the intended thickness of the work, carry down a regular ramp\nfrom the back part of this excavation to the foot of the <DW72>, and\nthe excavation will supply the quantity of earth necessary to give the\nexterior face a <DW72> of 45\u00b0.\u201d\n\nFig.2 is a perspective view of a common epaulement converted into a\nRocket battery.In this case, as the epaulement is not of sufficient\nlength to support the Rocket and stick, holes must be bored in the\nground, with a miner\u2019s borer, of a sufficient depth to receive the\nsticksThe kitchen is west of the garden.", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The inside of the epaulement must be\npared away to correspond with this angle, say 55\u00b0.The Rockets are then\nto be laid in embrasures, formed in the bank, as in the last case.The bathroom is east of the hallway.Where the ground is such as to admit of using the borer, this latter\nsystem, of course, is the easiest operation; and for such ground as\nwould be likely to crumble into the holes, slight tubes are provided,\nabout two feet long, to preserve the opening; in fact, these tubes will\nbe found advantageous in all ground.2 also shews a powerful mode of defending a field work by means of\nRockets, in addition to the defences of the present system; merely by\ncutting embrasures in the glacis, for horizontal firing.[Illustration: _Plate 7_\u00a0\u00a0Fig.\u00a01\u00a0\u00a0Fig.On approaching a spot where there is a supply of food, they\ndo not alight at once, but take a survey of the neighborhood, a general\ncry being kept up by the party.\"One afternoon, Minnie ran out of breath to the parlor.The office is west of the hallway.\"Mamma,\" she\nexclaimed, \"cook says monkeys are real cruel in their families.\"I suppose, my dear,\" she responded, \"that there is a\ndifference of disposition among them.I have heard that they are very\nfond of their young, and that, when threatened with danger, they mount\nthem on their back, or clasp them to their breast with great affection.\"But I saw lately an anecdote of the cruelty of a monkey to his wife,\nand if I can find the book, I will read it to you.\"\"There is an animal called the fair monkey, which, though the most\nbeautiful of its tribe, is gloomy and cruel.One of these, which, from\nits extreme beauty and apparent gentleness, was allowed to ramble at\nliberty over a ship, soon became a great favorite with the crew, and in\norder to make him perfectly happy, as they imagined, they procured him a\nwife.\"For some weeks, he was a devoted husband, and showed her every\nattention and respect.He then grew cool, and began to use her with much\ncruelty.\"One day, the crew noticed that he treated her with more kindness than\nusual, but did not suspect the wicked scheme he had in mind.At last,\nafter winning her favor anew, he persuaded her to go aloft with him, and\ndrew her attention to an object in the distance, when he suddenly gave\nher a push, which threw her into the sea.\"This cruel act seemed to afford him much gratification, for he\ndescended in high spirits.\"\"I should think they would have punished him,\" said Minnie, with great\nindignation.At any rate, it proves that beauty is by no\nmeans always to be depended upon.\"Lee then took her sewing, but Minnie plead so earnestly for one\nmore story, a good long one, that her mother, who loved to gratify her,\ncomplied, and read the account which I shall give you in closing this\nchapter on Minnie's pet monkey.\"A gentleman, returning from India,", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "She called it Sprite, and soon became very fond of it.\"Sprite was very fond of beetles, and also of spiders, and his mistress\nused sometimes to hold his chain, lengthened by a string, and make him\nrun up the curtains, and clear out the cobwebs for the housekeeper.\"On one occasion, he watched his opportunity, and snatching the chain,\nran off, and was soon seated on the top of a cottage, grinning and\nchattering to the assembled crowd of schoolboys, as much as to say,\n'Catch me if you can.'He got the whole town in an uproar, but finally\nleaped over every thing, dragging his chain after him, and nestled\nhimself in his own bed, where he lay with his eyes closed, his mouth\nopen, his sides ready to burst with his running.\"Another time, the little fellow got loose, but remembering his former\nexperience, only stole into the shed, where he tried his hand at\ncleaning knives.He did not succeed very well in this, however, for the\nhandle was the part he attempted to polish, and, cutting his fingers, he\nrelinquished the sport.\"Resolved not to be defeated, he next set to work to clean the shoes and\nboots, a row of which were awaiting the boy.But Sprite, not remembering\nall the steps of the performance, first covered the entire shoe, sole\nand all, with the blacking, and then emptied the rest of the Day &\nMartin into it, nearly filling it with the precious fluid.His coat was\na nice mess for some days after.\"One morning, when the servants returned to the kitchen, they found\nSprite had taken all the kitchen candlesticks out of the cupboard, and\narranged them on the fender, as he had once seen done.As soon as he\nheard the servants returning, he ran to his basket, and tried to look as\nthough nothing had happened.\"Sprite was exceedingly fond of a bath.Occasionally a bowl of water was\ngiven him, when he would cunningly try the temperature by putting in his\nfinger, after which he gradually stepped in, first one foot, then the\nother, till he was comfortably seated.The kitchen is south of the hallway.Then he took the soap and rubbed\nhimself all over.Having made a dreadful splashing all around, he jumped\nout and ran to the fire, shivering.If any body laughed at him during\nthis performance, he made threatening gestures, chattering with all his\nmight to show his displeasure, and sometimes he splashed water all over\nthem.As he was brought from a\nvery warm climate, he often suffered exceedingly, in winter, from the\ncold.\"The cooking was done by a large fire on the open hearth, and as his\nbasket, where he slept, was in one corner of the kitchen, before morning\nhe frequently awoke shivering and blue.The cook was in the habit of\nmaking the fire, and then returning to her room to finish her toilet.\"One morning, having lighted the pile of kindlings as usual, she hung on\nthe tea-kettle and went out, shutting the door carefully behind her.The office is north of the hallway.\"Spr", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "He jumped from\nhis basket, ran to the hearth, and took the lid of the kettle off.Cautiously touching the water with the tip of his finger, he found it\njust the right heat for a bath, and sprang in, sitting down, leaving\nonly his head above the water.\"This he found exceedingly comfortable for a time; but soon the water\nbegan to grow hot.He rose, but the air outside was so cold, he quickly\nsat down again.The kitchen is east of the bedroom.He did this several times, and would, no doubt, have\nbeen boiled to death, and become a martyr to his own want of pluck and\nfirmness in action, had it not been for the timely return of the cook,\nwho, seeing him sitting there almost lifeless, seized him by the head\nand pulled him out.\"He was rolled in blankets, and laid in his basket, where he soon\nrecovered, and, it is to be hoped, learned a lesson from this hot\nexperience, not to take a bath when the water is on the fire.\"When Minnie was nine years of age, she accompanied her parents to a\nmenagerie, and there, among other animals, she saw a baboon.She was\ngreatly excited by his curious, uncouth manoeuvres, asking twenty\nquestions about him, without giving her father time to answer.On their\nway home, she inquired,--\n\n\"Are baboons one kind of monkeys, father?\"\"Yes, my daughter; and a more disagreeable, disgusting animal I cannot\nconceive of.\"\"I hope you are not wishing for a baboon to add to your pets,\" added her\nmother, laughing.Able pens (according to a familiar\nmetaphor) appeared to shake their heads good-humouredly, implying that\nGanymede's crudities were pardonable in one so exceedingly young.Such\nunanimity amid diversity, which a distant posterity might take for\nevidence that on the point of age at least there could have been no\nmistake, was not really more difficult to account for than the\nprevalence of cotton in our fabrics.Ganymede had been first introduced\ninto the writing world as remarkably young, and it was no exceptional\nconsequence that the first deposit of information about him held its\nground against facts which, however open to observation, were not\nnecessarily thought of.It is not so easy, with our rates and taxes and\nneed for economy in all directions, to cast away an epithet or remark\nthat turns up cheaply, and to go in expensive search after more genuine\nsubstitutes.There is high Homeric precedent for keeping fast hold of an\nepithet under all changes of circumstance, and so the precocious author\nof the 'Comparative Estimate' heard the echoes repeating \"Young\nGanymede\" when an illiterate beholder at a railway station would have\ngiven him forty years at least.Besides, important elders, sachems of\nthe clubs and public meetings, had a genuine opinion of him as young\nenough to be checked for speech on subjects which they had spoken\nmistakenly about when he was in his cradle; and then, the midway parting\nof hisThe office is east of the kitchen.", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The office is south of the bathroom.It is but fair to mention all these outward confirmations of Ganymede's\nillusion, which shows no signs of leaving him.It is true that he no\nlonger hears expressions of surprise at his youthfulness, on a first\nintroduction to an admiring reader; but this sort of external evidence\nhas become an unnecessary crutch to his habitual inward persuasion.His\nmanners, his costume, his suppositions of the impression he makes on\nothers, have all their former correspondence with the dramatic part of\nthe young genius.The bedroom is north of the bathroom.As to the incongruity of his contour and other little\naccidents of physique, he is probably no more aware that they will\naffect others as incongruities than Armida is conscious how much her\nrouge provokes our notice of her wrinkles, and causes us to mention\nsarcastically that motherly age which we should otherwise regard with\naffectionate reverence.But let us be just enough to admit that there may be old-young coxcombs\nas well as old-young coquettes.HOW WE COME TO GIVE OURSELVES FALSE TESTIMONIALS, AND BELIEVE IN THEM.It is my way when I observe any instance of folly, any queer habit, any\nabsurd illusion, straightway to look for something of the same type in\nmyself, feeling sure that amid all differences there will be a certain\ncorrespondence; just as there is more or less correspondence in the\nnatural history even of continents widely apart, and of islands in\nopposite zones.No doubt men's minds differ in what we may call their\nclimate or share of solar energy, and a feeling or tendency which is\ncomparable to a panther in one may have no more imposing aspect than\nthat of a weasel in another: some are like a tropical habitat in which\nthe very ferns cast a mighty shadow, and the grasses are a dry ocean in\nwhich a hunter may be submerged; others like the chilly latitudes in\nwhich your forest-tree, fit elsewhere to prop a mine, is a pretty\nminiature suitable for fancy potting.The eccentric man might be\ntypified by the Australian fauna, refuting half our judicious\nassumptions of what nature allows.Still, whether fate commanded us to\nthatch our persons among the Eskimos or to choose the latest thing in\ntattooing among the Polynesian isles, our precious guide Comparison\nwould teach us in the first place by likeness, and our clue to further\nknowledge would be resemblance to what we already know.Hence, having a\nkeen interest in the natural history of my inward self, I pursue this\nplan I have mentioned of using my observation as a clue or lantern by\nwhich I detect small herbage or lurking life; or I take my neighbour in\nhis least becoming tricks or efforts as an opportunity for luminous\ndeduction concerning the figure the human genus makes in the specimen\nwhich I myself furnish.Introspection which starts with the purpose of finding out one's own\nabsurdities is not likely to be very mischievous, yet of course it is\nnot free from dangers any more than breathing is, or the other", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "To judge of others by oneself is in its\nmost innocent meaning the briefest expression for our only method of\nknowing mankind; yet, we perceive, it has come to mean in many cases\neither the vulgar mistake which reduces every man's value to the very\nlow figure at which the valuer himself happens to stand; or else, the\namiable illusion of the higher nature misled by a too generous\nconstruction of the lower.One cannot give a recipe for wise judgment:\nit resembles appropriate muscular action, which is attained by the\nmyriad lessons in nicety of balance and of aim that only practice can\ngive.The bathroom is north of the hallway.The danger of the inverse procedure, judging of self by what one\nobserves in others, if it is carried on with much impartiality and\nkeenness of discernment, is that it has a laming effect, enfeebling the\nenergies of indignation and scorn, which are the proper scourges of\nwrong-doing and meanness, and which should continually feed the\nwholesome restraining power of public opinion.I respect the horsewhip\nwhen applied to the back of Cruelty, and think that he who applies it is\na more perfect human being because his outleap of indignation is not\nchecked by a too curious reflection on the nature of guilt--a more\nperfect human being because he more completely incorporates the best\nsocial life of the race, which can never be constituted by ideas that\nnullify action.This is the essence of Dante's sentiment (it is painful\nto think that he applies it very cruelly)--\n\n  \"E cortesia fu, lui esser villano\"[1]--\n\nand it is undeniable that a too intense consciousness of one's kinship\nwith all frailties and vices undermines the active heroism which battles\nagainst wrong.But certainly nature has taken care that this danger should not at\npresent be very threatening.\"Do you think it's awfully bad to slap any one?\"\"I wouldn't slap you, if that's what you mean, Eleanor.\"\"Would you slap somebody your own size and a little bigger?\"\"I thought perhaps you would,\" Eleanor sighed with a gasp of relieved\nsatisfaction.The garden is south of the hallway.\"I don't believe in moral suasion entirely, Eleanor,\" Gertrude tried\nto follow Eleanor's leads, until she had in some way satisfied the\nchild's need for enlightenment on the subject under discussion.It was\nnot always simple to discover just what Eleanor wanted to know, but\nGertrude had come to believe that there was always some excellent\nreason for her wanting to know it.\"I think there are some quarrels\nthat have to be settled by physical violence.\"\"I want to bring\nmyself up good when--when all of my aunts and uncles are too busy, or\ndon't know.I want to grow up, and be ladylike and a credit, and I'm\ngetting such good culture that I think I ought to, but--I get worried\nabout my refinement.City refinement is different from country\nrefinement.\"\"Refinement isn't a thing that you can worry about,\" Gertrude began\nslowly.She realized perhaps better than any of the others, being a\nbetter", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Eleanor, thanks to the overconscientious digging about her\nroots, was acquiring a New England self-consciousness about her\nprocesses.A child, Gertrude felt, should be handed a code ready made\nand should be guided by it without question until his maturer\nexperience led him to modify it.The trouble with trying to explain\nthis to Eleanor was that she had already had too many things\nexplained to her, and the doctrine of unselfconsciousness can not be\ninculcated by an exploitation of it.\"If you are naturally a fine\nperson your instinct will be to do the fine thing.You must follow it\nwhen you feel the instinct and not think about it between times.\"\"That's Uncle Peter's idea,\" Eleanor said, \"that not thinking.Well,\nI'll try--but you and Uncle Peter didn't have six different parents\nand a Grandpa and Grandma and Albertina all criticizing your\nrefinement in different ways.Don't you ever have any trouble with\nyour behavior, Aunt Gertrude?\"The bedroom is south of the bathroom.The truth was that she was having considerable\ntrouble with her behavior since Jimmie's arrival two days before.She\nhad thought to spend her two months with Eleanor on Cape Cod helping\nthe child to relate her new environment to her old, while she had the\nbenefit of her native air and the freedom of a rural summer.She also\nfelt that one of their number ought to have a working knowledge of\nEleanor's early surroundings and habits.She had meant to put herself\nand her own concerns entirely aside.If she had a thought for any one\nbut Eleanor she meant it to be for the two old people whose guest she\nhad constituted herself.The hallway is south of the bedroom.She explained all this to Jimmie a day or two\nbefore her departure, and to her surprise he had suggested that he\nspend his own two vacation weeks watching the progress of her\nexperiment.Before she was quite sure of the wisdom of allowing him to\ndo so she had given him permission to come.Jimmie was part of her\ntrouble.Her craving for isolation and undiscovered country; her\neagerness to escape with her charge to some spot where she would not\nbe subjected to any sort of familiar surveillance, were all a part of\nan instinct to segregate herself long enough to work out the problem\nof Jimmie and decide what to do about it.This she realized as soon as\nhe arrived on the spot.She realized further that she had made\npractically no progress in the matter, for this curly headed young\nman, bearing no relation to anything that Gertrude had decided a young\nman should be, was rapidly becoming a serious menace to her peace of\nmind, and her ideal of a future lived for art alone.She had\ndefinitely begun to realize this on the night when Jimmie, in his\nexuberance at securing his new job, had seized her about the waist and\nkissed her on the lips.She had thought a good deal about that kiss,\nwhich came dangerously near being her first one.She was too clever,\ntoo cool and aloof, to have had many tentative love-affairs.Later, as\nshe softened and warmed and gathered grace with the", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Now she answered her small interlocutor truthfully.\"Yes, Eleanor, I do have a whole lot of trouble with my behavior.I'm\nhaving trouble with it today, and this evening,\" she glanced up at the\nmoon, which was seemingly throwing out conscious waves of effulgence,\n\"I expect to have more,\" she confessed.asked Eleanor, \"I'm sorry I can't sit up with you then\nand help you.You--you don't expect to be--provocated to _slap_\nanybody, do you?\"\"No, I don't, but as things are going I almost wish I did,\" Gertrude\nanswered, not realizing that before the evening was over there would\nbe one person whom she would be ruefully willing to slap several times\nover.As they turned into the village street from the beach road they met\nJimmie, who had been having his after-dinner pipe with Grandfather\nAmos, with whom he had become a prime favorite.With him was\nAlbertina, toeing out more than ever and conversing more than\nblandly.The kitchen is west of the hallway.\"This virtuous child has been urging me to come after Eleanor and\nremind her that it is bedtime,\" Jimmie said, indicating the pink\ngingham clad figure at his side.\"She argues that Eleanor is some six\nmonths younger than she and ought to be in bed first, and personally\nshe has got to go in the next fifteen minutes.\"\"It's pretty hot weather to go to bed in,\" Albertina said.\"Miss\nSturgis, if I can get my mother to let me stay up half an hour more,\nwill you let Eleanor stay up?\"Just beyond her friend, in the shadow of her ample back, Eleanor was\nmaking gestures intended to convey the fact that sitting up any longer\nwas abhorrent to her.\"Eleanor needs her sleep to-night, I think,\" Gertrude answered,\nprofessionally maternal.\"I brought Albertina so that our child might go home under convoy,\nwhile you and I were walking on the beach,\" Jimmie suggested.As the two little girls fell into step, the beginning of their\nconversation drifted back to the other two, who stood watching them\nfor a moment.\"I thought I'd come over to see if you was willing to say you were\nsorry,\" Albertina began.\"My face stayed red in one spot for two hours\nthat day after you slapped me.\"\"I'm not sorry,\" Eleanor said ungraciously, \"but I'll say that I am,\nif you've come to make up.\"\"Well, we won't say any more about it then,\" Albertina conceded.On the next night, when there was no one in the cavern but himself and\nthe two who usually occupied it, he called Lightfoot to him, and asked\nher if she had ever heard any strange noises in the place before.The bathroom is east of the hallway.\"Sometime heard de voices of the Indian braves dat gone to the spirit\nland,\" said the woman.\"Did you ever hear anything like the groan we heard last night?\"\"Tink him de voice ob the great bad spirit,\" was the reply.Captain Flint, finding that he was not likely to learn", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"Bill,\" he said, \"did you ever hear that noise before?\"\"When you trow my--\"\n\n\"Hold your tongue, you black scoundrel, or I'll break every bone in\nyour body!\"roared his master, cutting off the boy's sentence in the\nmiddle.The boy was going to say:\n\n\"When you trow'd my fadder into the sea.\"The captain now examined every portion of the cavern, to see if he\ncould discover anything that could account for the production of the\nstrange sound.In every part he tried his voice, to see if he could produce those\nremarkable echoes, which had so startled him, on the previous night,\nbut without success.The walls, in various parts of the cavern, gave back echoes, but\nnothing like those of the previous night.There were two recesses in opposite sides of the cave.The larger one\nof these was occupied by Lightfoot as a sleeping apartment.The other,\nwhich was much smaller, Black Bill made use of for the same purpose.From these two recesses, the captain had everything removed, in order\nthat he might subject them to a careful examination.The hallway is south of the kitchen.He tried his voice here, as in other parts of the cavern, but the\nwalls gave back no unusual echoes.He was completely baffled, and, placing his lamp on the table, he sat\ndown on one of the seats, to meditate on what course next to pursue.Lightfoot and Bill soon after, at his request, retired.He had been seated, he could not tell how long, with his head resting\non his hands, when he was aroused by a yell more fearful, if possible,\neven than the groan that had so alarmed him on the previous night.The yell was repeated in the same horrible and mysterious manner that\nthe groan had been.Flint sprang to his feet while the echoes were still ringing in his\nears, and rushed to the sleeping apartment, first, to that of the\nIndian woman, and then, to that of the <DW64>.They both seemed to be sound asleep, to all appearance, utterly\nunconscious of the fearful racket that was going on around them.Captain Flint, more perplexed and bewildered than ever, resumed his\nseat by the table; but not to sleep again that night, though the\nfearful yell was not repeated.The captain prided himself on being perfectly free from all\nsuperstition.He held in contempt the stories of ghosts of murdered men coming back\nto torment their murderers.The office is north of the kitchen.In fact, he was very much inclined to disbelieve in any hereafter at\nall, taking it to be only an invention of cunning priests, for the\npurpose of extorting money out of their silly dupes.But here was\nsomething, which, if not explained away, would go far to stagger his\ndisbelief.He was glad that the last exhibition had only been witnessed by\nhimself, and that the men for the present preferred passing their\nnights outside; for, as he learned from Lightfoot, the noises were\nonly during the night time.This would enable him to continue his investigation without any\ninterference on the part of the crew, whom he wished to keep in utter\nignorance", "question": "What is south of the kitchen?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "For this purpose, he gave Lightfoot and Black Bill strict charges not\nto inform the men of what had taken place during the night.He was determined to pass the principal portion of the day in sleep,\nso as to be wide awake when the time should come for him to resume his\ninvestigations.On the day after the first scene in the cave, late in the afternoon,\nthree men sat on the deck of the schooner, as she lay in the shadow of\nforest covered mountain.These were Jones Bradley, Old Ropes, and the man who went by the name\nof the Parson.They were discussing the occurrences of the previous\nnight.\"I'm very much of the captains opinion,\" said the Parson, \"that the\nnoises are caused by the wind rushing through the chinks and crevices\nof the rocks.\"The garden is east of the hallway.\"Yes; but, then, there wan't no wind to speak of, and how is the wind\nto make that horrible groan, s'pose it did blow a hurricane?\"\"Just so,\" said Old Ropes; \"that notion about the wind makin' such a\nnoise at that, is all bosh.My opinion is, that it was the voice of a\nspirit.I know that the captain laughs at all such things, but all his\nlaughin' don't amount to much with one that's seen spirits.\"you don't mean to say that you ever actually see a live ghost?\"\"That's jist what I do mean to say,\" replied Old Ropes.\"Hadn't you been takin' a leetle too much, or wasn't the liquor too\nstrong?\"\"Well, you may make as much fun about it as you please,\" said Old\nRopes; \"but I tell you, that was the voice of a spirit, and, what's\nmore, I believe it's either the spirit of some one that's been\nmurdered in that cave, by some gang that's held it before, and buried\nthe body over the treasure they've stowed away there, or else the\nghost of some one's that's had foul play from the captain.\"\"Well,\" said the Parson, \"if I thought there was any treasure there\nworth lookin' after, all the ghosts you could scare up wouldn't hinder\nme from trying to get at it.\"\"But, no matter about that; you say you see a live ghost once.\"I suppose,\" said Old Ropes, \"that there aint no satisfaction in a\nfeller's tellin' of things that aint no credit to him; but,\nhowsomever, I might as well tell this, as, after all, it's only in the\nline of our business.\"You must know, then, that some five years ago, I shipped on board a\nbrig engaged in the same business that our craft is.\"I needn't tell you of all the battles we were in, and all the prizes\nwe made; but the richest prize that ever come in our way, was a\nSpanish vessel coming from Mexico, With a large amount of gold and\nsilver on board.\"We attacked the ship, expecting to make an easy prize of her, but we\nThe bedroom is west of the hallway.", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"The Spaniards showed fight, and gave us a tarnal sight of trouble.\"This made our captain terrible wrothy.Alas, even this is not the worst!For what were the personal fate of\nhimself or any compared with the fearful fact that the harvest is past\nand the republic not saved!The kitchen is north of the garden.Thus had ended all his labors, and his\nvisions of the Commonwealth of Man.The time had come when many besides\npoor Johnson sought peace in annihilation.Paine, heartbroken,\nsought oblivion in brandy.Recourse to such anaesthetic, of which any\naffectionate man might fairly avail himself under such incredible agony\nas the ruin of his hopes and the approaching murder of his dearest\nfriends, was hitherto unknown in Paine's life.He drank freely, as was\nthe custom of his time; but with the exception of the evidence of an\nenemy at his trial in England, that he once saw him under the influence\nof wine after a dinner party (1792), which he admitted was \"unusual,\" no\nintimation of excess is discoverable in any contemporary record of Paine\nuntil this his fifty-seventh year.He afterwards told his friend Rickman\nthat, \"borne down by public and private affliction, he had been driven\nto excesses in Paris\"; and, as it was about this time that Gouverneur\nMorris and Colonel Bosville, who had reasons for disparaging Paine,\nreported stories of his drunkenness (growing ever since), we may assign\nthe excesses mainly to June.It will be seen by comparison of the dates\nof events and documents presently mentioned that Paine could not have\nremained long in this pardonable refuge of mental misery.Charlotte\nCorday's poignard cut a rift in the black cloud.After that tremendous\nJuly 13th there is positive evidence not only of sobriety, but of life\nand work on Paine's part that make the year memorable.Marat dead, hope springs up for the arrested Girondins.They are not\nyet in prison, but under \"arrestation in their homes\"; death seemed\ninevitable while Marat lived, but Charlotte Corday has summoned a\nnew leader.Why may Paine's imperilled comrades not come forth again?Certainly they will if the new chieftain is Danton, who under his\nradical rage hides a heart.Or if Marat's mantle falls on Robespierre,\nwould not that scholarly lawyer, who would have abolished capital\npunishment, reverse Marat's cruel decrees?Robespierre had agreed to the\nnew Constitution (reported by Paine's friend, Herault de Sechelles) and\nwhen even that dubious instrument returns with the popular sanction, all\nmay be well.The Convention, which is doing everything except what it\nwas elected to do, will then dissolve, and the happy Republic remember\nit only as a nightmare.So Paine takes heart again, abandons the bowl of\nforgetfulness, and becomes a republican Socrates instructing disciples\nin an old French garden.A GARDEN IN THE FAUBOURG ST.The garden is north of the bedroom.DENIS\n\nSir George Trevelyan has written a pregnant passage, reminding", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"When to speak or write one's mind on politics is to obtain the\nreputation, and render one's self liable to the punishment of a\ncriminal, social discredit, with all its attendant moral dangers,\nsoon attaches itself to the more humble opponents of a ministry.To be\noutside the law as a publisher or a pamphleteer is only less trying to\nconscience and conduct than to be outside the law as a smuggler or a\npoacher; and those who, ninety years ago, placed themselves within the\ngrasp of the penal statutes as they were administered in England and\nbarbarously perverted in Scotland were certain to be very bold men,\nand pretty sure to be unconventional up to the uttermost verge of\nrespectability.As an Italian Liberal was sometimes half a bravo, and\na Spanish patriot often more than half a brigand, so a British Radical\nunder George the Third had generally, it must be confessed, a dash of\nthe Bohemian.Such, in a more or less mitigated form, were Paine and\nCob-bett, Hunt, Hone, and Holcroft; while the same causes in part\naccount for the elfish vagaries of Shelley and the grim improprieties of\nGodwin.The hallway is south of the garden.But when we recollect how these, and the like of these, gave\nup every hope of worldly prosperity, and set their life and liberty in\ncontinual hazard for the sake of that personal and political freedom\nwhich we now exercise as unconsciously as we breathe the air, it would\nbe too exacting to require that each and all of them should have lived\nas decorously as Perceval, and died as solvent as Bishop Tomline.\"*\n\nTo this right verdict it may be added that, even at the earlier period\nwhen it was most applicable, the radicals could only produce one rival\nin profligacy (John Wilkes) to their aristocratic oppressors.It may\nalso be noted as a species of homage that the slightest failings of\neminent reformers become historic.The vices of Burke and Fox are\nforgotten.Who remembers that the younger Pitt was brought to an\nearly grave by the bottle?But every fault of those who resisted his\noppression is placed under a solar microscope.The kitchen is north of the garden.Although, as Sir George\naffirms, the oppressors largely caused the faults, this homage to the\nhigher moral standard of the reformers may be accepted.**\n\n      * \"Early History of Charles James Fox,\" American ed., p.44a\n\n      ** The following document was found among the papers of Mr.John Han, originally of Leicester, England, and has been\n      forwarded to me by his descendant, J. Dutton Steele, Jr., of\n      Philadelphia.\"A Copy of a Letter from the chairman of a meeting of the\n     Gentry and Qergy at Atherstone, written in consequence of an\n     envious schoolmaster and two or three others who informed\n     the meeting that the Excise Officers of Polesworth were\n     employed in distributing the Rights of Man; but which was\n     Very false.\"Sir", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Payne's Rights of Man ranks most conspicuous.Were I not\n     informed you have taken some pains in spreading that\n     publication, I write to say If you don't from this time\n     adopt a different kind of conduct you will be taken notice\n     of in such way as may prove very disagreeable.\"The Eyes of the Country are upon you and you will do well\n     in future to shew yourself faithful to the Master who\n     employs you.\"I remain,\n\n     \"Your Hble servant,\n\n     \"(Signed) Jos.Baxterby, 15th Deer., '92.\u201cSanximus\nut in ordinatione Regum nullus permittat pravorum pr\u00e6valere assensum:\nsed legitime Reges a sacerdotibus et senioribus populi eligantur.\u201d\nOne would like to know who the \u201cpravi\u201d here denounced were.The\npassage sounds very like a narrowing of the franchise or some other\ninterference with freedom of election, but in any case it bears witness\nto the elective character of our ancient kingship, and to the general\npopular character of the constitution.(48) I have described the powers of the Witan, as I understand them\nand as they were understood by Mr.108 of the\nHistory of the Norman Conquest and in some of the Appendices to that\nvolume.With regard to the powers of the Witan, I find no difference\nbetween my own views and those of Professor Stubbs in the Introductory\nSketch to his Select Charters (p.11), where the relations between\nthe King and the Witan, and the general character of our ancient\nconstitution, are set forth with wonderful power and clearness.The bathroom is south of the garden.Stubbs and myself differing altogether as to the constitution\nof the Witenagem\u00f3t.I look upon it as an Assembly of the whole kingdom,\nafter the type of the smaller assemblies of the shire and other lesser\ndivisions.The office is south of the bathroom.Stubbs fully admits the popular character of the smaller\nassemblies, but denies any such character to the national gathering.It\nis dangerous to set oneself up against the greatest master of English\nconstitutional history, but I must ask the reader to weigh what I say\nin note Q in the Appendix to my first volume.(49) I have collected some of the instances of deposition in\nNorthumberland in the note following that on the constitution of the\nWitenagem\u00f3t.It is not at all unlikely that\nthe report of George and Theophylact quoted above may have a special\nreference to the frequent changes among the Northumbrian Kings.(50) I have mentioned all the instances at vol.105 of the Norman\nConquest: Sigeberht, \u00c6thelred, Harthacnut, Edward the Second, Richard\nthe Second, James the Second.It is remarkable that nearly all are\nthe second of their respective names; for, besides \u00c6thelred, Edward,\nRichard, and James, Harthacnut might fairly be called Cnut the Second.(51)", "question": "What is the bathroom north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Gradus quinetiam et ipse comitatus habet, judicio ejus quem\nsectantur; magnaque et comitum \u00e6mulatio quibus primus apud Principem\nsuum locus; et Principum cui plurimi et acerrimi comites.... Quum\nventum in aciem, turpe Principi virtute vinci, turpe comitatui virtutem\nPrincipis non ad\u00e6quare.Jam vero infame in omnem vitam ac probrosum,\nsuperstitem Principi suo ex acie recessisse.Illum defendere, tueri,\nsua quoque fortia facta glori\u00e6 ejus adsignare, pr\u00e6cipuum sacramentum\nest.Principes pro victoria pugnant; comites pro Principe.\u201d See Allen,\nRoyal Prerogative, 142.The kitchen is north of the garden.(52) The original text of the Song of Maldon will be found in Thorpe\u2019s\nAnalecta Anglo-Saxonica.My extracts are made from the modern English\nversion which I attempted in my Old-English History, p.I went\non the principle of altering the Old-English text no more than was\nactually necessary to make it intelligible.When a word has altogether\ndropped out of our modern language, I have of course changed it; when\na word is still in use, in however different a sense, I have kept it.Many words which were anciently used in a physical sense are now used\nonly metaphorically; thus \u201ccringe\u201d is used in one of the extracts in\nits primary meaning of bowing or falling down, and therefore of dying.(53) The history of the Roman clientship is another of those points on\nwhich legend and history and ingenious modern speculation all come to\nmuch the same, as far as our present purpose is concerned.Whether the\nclients were the same as the _plebs_ or not, at any rate no patricians\nentered into the client relation, and this at once supplies the\ncontrast with Teutonic institutions.(54) The title of _dominus_, implying a master of slaves, was always\nrefused by the early Emperors.This is recorded of Augustus by\nSuetonius (Aug.12), and still more distinctly of\nTiberius (Suetonius, Tib.Tiberius also refused\nthe title of _Imperator_, except in its strictly military sense:\n\u03bf\u1f54\u03c4\u03b5 \u03b3\u1f70\u03c1 \u03b4\u03b5\u03c3\u03c0\u1f79\u03c4\u03b7\u03bd \u1f11\u03b1\u03c5\u03c4\u1f78\u03bd \u03c4\u03bf\u1fd6\u03c2 \u1f10\u03bb\u03b5\u03c5\u03b8\u1f73\u03c1\u03bf\u03b9\u03c2 \u03bf\u1f54\u03c4\u03b5 \u03b1\u1f50\u03c4\u03bf\u03ba\u03c1\u1f71\u03c4\u03bf\u03c1\u03b1 \u03c0\u03bb\u1f74\u03bd \u03c4\u03bf\u1fd6\u03c2\n\u03c3\u03c4\u03c1\u03b1\u03c4\u03b9\u1f7d\u03c4\u03b1\u03b9\u03c2 \u03ba\u03b1\u03bb\u03b5\u1fd6\u03bd \u1f10\u03c6\u1f77\u03b5\u03b9.Caius is said (Aurelius Victor, C\u00e6s.The bathroom is north of the kitchen.4) to have been called _", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "13, where see Reimar\u2019s Note).Pliny\nin his letters constantly addresses Trajan as _dominus_; yet in his\nPanegyric(45) he draws the marked distinction: \u201cScis, ut sunt diversa\nnatura dominatio et principatus, ita non aliis esse principem gratiorem\nquam qui maxime dominum graventur.\u201d This marks the return to older\nfeelings and customs under Trajan.The final and formal establishment\nof the title seems to have come in with the introduction of Eastern\nceremonies under Diocletian (see the passage already referred to in\nAurelius Victor).It is freely used by the later Panegyrists, as\nfor instance Eumenius, iv.13: \u201cDomine Constanti,\u201d \u201cDomine\nMaximiane, Imperator \u00e6terne,\u201d and so forth.(55) Vitellius (Tac.58) was the first to employ Roman knights\nin offices hitherto always filled by freedmen; but the system was not\nfully established till the time of Hadrian (Spartianus, Hadrian, 22).89, 587, and the passages here quoted.(57) Both _hl\u00e0ford_ and _hl\u00e6fdige_ (_Lord_ and _Lady_) are very\npuzzling words as to the origin of their later syllables.It is enough\nfor my purpose if the connexion of the first syllable with _hl\u00e0f_ be\nallowed.Different as is the origin of the two words, _hl\u00e0ford_ always\ntranslates _dominus_.The French _seigneur_, and the corresponding\nforms in Italian and Spanish, come from the Latin _senior_, used as\nequivalent to _dominus_.This is one of the large class of words which\nare analogous to our _Ealdorman_.(58) This is fully treated by Palgrave, English Commonwealth, i.(59) On the change from the _alod_, _odal_, or _e\u00f0el_, a man\u2019s very own\nproperty, to the land held of a lord, see Hallam, Middle Ages, i.Kemble in his chapter on the Noble by Service, Saxons in England, i.(61) See the whole history and meaning of the word in the article\n_\u00feegen_ in Schmid\u2019s Glossary.(63) Barbour, Bruce, i.fredome is A noble thing.\u201d\n\nSo said Herodotus (v.78) long before:\n\n   \u1f21 \u1f30\u03c3\u03b7\u03b3\u03bf\u03c1\u1f77\u03b7 \u1f61\u03c2 \u1f14\u03c3\u03c4\u03b9 \u03c7\u03c1\u1fc6\u03bc\u03b1 \u03c3\u03c0\u03bf\u03c5\u03b4\u03b1\u1fd6\u03bf\u03bd.Its broad circle had no other bound than the shores of\nAmerica, and its blueness, or the strange, changing tint often called\nblue, almost equalled the blue of the Mediterranean.The hallway is south of the kitchen.\"Yes, ma'am, it's a fine evening for a row,\" said the faithful Charles.The kitchen is south of the garden.", "question": "What is south of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"And it isn't often you can get a row here; the sea is so rough, and\nthe landing so difficult.But there's a man I know; he has a good\nboat, he knows the coast well, and he'll not go out unless it's really\nsafe.\"The kitchen is north of the bathroom.This seemed ultra-prudent, with such a smiling sky and sea; but we\nsoon found it was not unnecessary at the Lizard.The bathroom is north of the bedroom.Indeed all along the\nCornish coast the great Atlantic waves come in with such a roll or a\nheavy ground-swell, windless, but the precursor of a storm that is\nslowly arriving from across the ocean, that boating here at best is no\nchild's play.We had been fair-weather sailors, over shut-in lochs or smooth rivers;\nall of us could handle an oar, or had handled it in old days, but\nthis was a different style of thing.Descending the steep zigzag path\nto the next cove--the only one where there was anything like a fair\nlanding--we found we still had to walk through a long bed of sea-weed,\nand manage somehow to get into the boat between the recoil and advance\nof a wave.Not one of the tiny waves of quiet bays, but an Atlantic\nroller, which, even if comparatively small and tame, comes in with a\nforce that will take you off your feet at any time.However, we managed it, and found ourselves floating among an\narchipelago of rocks, where the solemn cormorants sat in rows, and\naffectionate families of gulls kept swimming about in a large flotilla\nof white dots on the dark water.Very dark the sea was: heaving and\nsinking in great hills and valleys, which made rowing difficult.Also,\nfor several yards round every rock extended a perfect whirlpool of\nfoaming waves, which, if any boat chanced to be caught therein, would\nhave dashed it to pieces in no time.But our boatmen seemed used to the\ndanger, and took us as near it as possible, without actually running\ninto it.They were both far from commonplace-looking men, especially the elder,\nour stroke-oar.Being rather given to ethnological tastes, we had\nalready noticed the characteristic Cornish face, not unlike the Norman\ntype, and decidedly superior to that of the inland counties of England.But this was a face by itself, which would have attracted any artist or\nstudent of human nature; weather-beaten, sharp-lined, wrinkled as it\nwas--the man must have been fully sixty--there was in it a sweetness,\nan absolute beauty, which struck us at once.The smile, placid and\npaternal, came often, though words were few; and the keen, kindly eyes\nwere blue as a child's, or as Tennyson describes King Arthur's.\"I can imagine,\" whispered one of us who had imaginative tendencies,\n\"that King Arthur might have looked thus, had he lived to grow old.\"\"I don't believe King Arthur ever lived at all,\" was the knock-me-down\nutilitarian answer, to which the other had grown accustomed and\nindifferent", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The garden is south of the kitchen.Nevertheless, there was such a refinement about the man,\nspite of his rough fisherman's dress, and he had been so kind to the\nyoung folks, so considerate to \"the old lady,\" as Cornish candour\nalready called me, that, intending to employ him again, we asked his\nname.We made several hopeless plunges at it, and finally asked\nhim to spell it.\"Cur-gen-ven,\" said he; adding, with a slight air of pride, \"one of the\noldest families in Cornwall.\"(I have no hesitation in stating this, because, when we afterwards\nbecame great friends, I told John Curgenven I should probably \"put\nhim in a book\"--if he had no objection.To which he answered with his\nusual composure, \"No, he did not think it would harm him.\"He evidently\nconsidered \"writing a book\" was a very inferior sort of trade.)But looking at him, one could not help speculating as to how far the\nlegend of King Arthur had been really true, and whether the type of\nman which Tennyson has preserved--or created--in this his \"own ideal\nknight,\" did once exist, and still exists, in a modified modern form,\nthroughout Cornwall.A fancy upon which we then only argued; now I, at\nleast, am inclined to believe it.\"There is Lord Brougham's head, his wig and his turn-up nose, you can\nsee all distinctly.At least, you could if there was light enough.\"The office is north of the kitchen.But there was not light, for the sun was setting, and the moon only\njust rising.Black looked the heaving sea, except where rings of white\nfoam encircled each group of rocks, blacker still.And blackest of all\nlooked the iron-bound coast, sharp against the amber western sky.\"Yes, that's Kynance Cove, and the Gull Rock and Asparagus Island.Two miles there, and two back, through this angry sea, and then to land\nin the dim light about 9 p.m.!We did not own this;\nwe merely remarked that we would rather see Kynance by daylight, but I\nthink each of us felt a sensation of relief when the boat's head was\nturned homewards.Many a night afterwards we watched\nthe same scene, but never lovelier than that night, the curved line\nof coast traceable distinctly up to Mount's Bay, and then the long\npeninsula which they told us was the Land's End, stretching out into\nthe horizon, where sea and sky met in a mist of golden light, through\nwhich the sun was slowly dropping right from the sky into the sea.Beyond was a vague cloud-land, which might be the fair land of Lyonesse\nitself, said still to lie there submerged, with all its cities and\ntowers and forests; or the \"island-valley of Avillion,\" whither Arthur\nsailed with the three queens to be healed of his \"grievous wound,\" and\nwhence he is to come again some day.Popular superstition still expects\nhim, and declares that he haunts this", "question": "What is south of the kitchen?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Modern ghosts, too, exist, decidedly more alarming.\"Look up there, ladies, that green <DW72> is Pistol Meadow.\"Two hundred and more of foreign sailors, whose ship went to pieces in\nthe little cove below.They're buried under the green mounds you see.Out of a crew of seven hundred only two men were washed ashore alive,\nand they were in irons, which the captain had put on them because\nthey said he was going too near in shore.It was called Pistol Meadow\nbecause most of 'em were found with pistols in their hands, which may\nhave been true or may not, since it happened more than a hundred years\nago.However, there are the green mounds, you see, and Lizard folk\ndon't much like passing the place after dark.\"Wells says he is as fine a horseman as he ever\nsaw.The garden is east of the hallway._Monday evg., May_ 22.--I went to Teachers' meeting at Mrs.George Willson is the leader and she told\nus at the last meeting to be prepared this evening to give our opinion\nin regard to the repentance of Solomon before he died.We concluded that\nhe did repent although the Bible does not absolutely say so.Grandmother\nthinks such questions are unprofitable, as we would better be repenting\nof our sins, instead of hunting up Solomon's at this late day.The bedroom is west of the hallway._May_ 23.--We arise about 5:30 nowadays and Anna does not like it very\nwell.I asked her why she was not as good natured as usual to-day and\nshe said it was because she got up \"s'urly.\"She thinks Solomon must\nhave been acquainted with Grandmother when he wrote \"She ariseth while\nit is yet night and giveth meat to her household and a portion to her\nmaidens.\"Patrick Burns, the \"poet,\" who has also been our man of all\nwork the past year, has left us to go into Mr.He\nseemed to feel great regret when he bade us farewell and told us he\nnever lived in a better regulated home than ours and he hoped his\nsuccessor would take the same interest in us that he had.He left one of his poems as a souvenir.It is entitled, \"There will soon be an end to the war,\" written in\nMarch, hence a prophecy.Morse had read it and pronounced it\n\"tip top.\"It was mostly written in capitals and I asked him if he\nfollowed any rule in regard to their use.He said \"Oh, yes, always begin\na line with one and then use your own discretion with the rest.\"_May_ 25.--I wish that I could have been in Washington this week, to\nhave witnessed the grand review of Meade's and Sherman's armies.The\nnewspaper accounts are most thrilling.The review commenced on Tuesday\nmorning and lasted two days.It took over six hours for Meade's army to\npass the grand stand, which was erected in front of the President's\nhouse.It was witnessed by the President, Generals Grant, Meade, and\nSherman, Secretary Stanton, and many others in high authority.At ten\no'clock, Wednesday morning, Sherman's army commenced to pass", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "His men did not show the signs of hardship and suffering which marked\nthe appearance of the Army of the Potomac.Flags were flying everywhere and windows,\ndoorsteps and sidewalks were crowded with people, eager to get a view of\nthe grand armies.The city was as full of strangers, who had come to see\nthe sight, as on Inauguration Day.Very soon, all that are left of the\ncompanies, who went from here, will be marching home, \"with glad and\ngallant tread.\"_June_ 3.--I was invited up to Sonnenberg yesterday and Lottie and Abbie\nClark called for me at 5:30 p.m., with their pony and democrat wagon.Jennie Rankine was the only other lady present and, for a wonder, the\nparty consisted of six gentlemen and five ladies, which has not often\nbeen the case during the war.After supper we adjourned to the lawn and\nplayed croquet, a new game which Mr.It is something like billiards, only a mallet is used instead of a\ncue to hit the balls.I did not like it very well, because I couldn't\nhit the balls through the wickets as I wanted to.\"We\" sang all the\nsongs, patriotic and sentimental, that we could think of.Lyon came to call upon me to-day, before he returned to New York.I told him that I regretted that I could\nnot sing yesterday, when all the others did, and that the reason that I\nmade no attempts in that line was due to the fact that one day in\nchurch, when I thought I was singing a very good alto, my grandfather\nwhispered to me, and said: \"Daughter, you are off the key,\" and ever\nsince then, I had sung with the spirit and with the understanding, but\nnot with my voice.He said perhaps I could get some one to do my singing\nfor me, some day.I told him he was very kind to give me so much\nencouragement.Anna went to a Y.M.C.A.meeting last evening at our\nchapel and said, when the hymn \"Rescue the perishing,\" was given out,\nshe just \"raised her Ebenezer\" and sang every verse as hard as she\ncould.The meeting was called in behalf of a young man who has been\naround town for the past few days, with only one arm, who wants to be a\nminister and sells sewing silk and needles and writes poetry during\nvacation to help himself along.I have had a cough lately and\nGrandmother decided yesterday to send for the doctor.He placed me in a\nchair and thumped my lungs and back and listened to my breathing while\nGrandmother sat near and watched him in silence, but finally she said,\n\"Caroline isn't used to being pounded!\"The doctor smiled and said he\nwould be very careful, but the treatment was not so severe as it seemed.After he was gone, we asked Grandmother if she liked him and she said\nyes, but if she had known of his \"new-fangled\" notions and that he wore\na full beard she might not haveThe hallway is south of the bathroom.The garden is north of the bathroom.", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Carr was\nclean-shaven and also Grandfather and Dr.Daggett, and all of the\nGrangers, she thinks that is the only proper way.What a funny little\nlady she is!_June_ 8.--There have been unusual attractions down town for the past\ntwo days.The kitchen is south of the garden.a man belonging to the\nRavel troupe walked a rope, stretched across Main street from the third\nstory of the Webster House to the chimney of the building opposite.He\nis said to be Blondin's only rival and certainly performed some\nextraordinary feats.Then\ntook a wheel-barrow across and returned with it backwards.He went\nacross blindfolded with a bag over his head.Then he attached a short\ntrapeze to the rope and performed all sorts of gymnastics.There were at\nleast 1,000 people in the street and in the windows gazing at him.Grandmother says that she thinks all such performances are wicked,\ntempting Providence to win the applause of men.Nothing would induce her\nto look upon such things.She is a born reformer and would abolish all\nsuch schemes.This morning she wanted us to read the 11th chapter of\nHebrews to her, about faith, and when we had finished the forty verses,\nAnna asked her what was the difference between her and Moses.Grandmother said there were many points of difference.Anna was not\nfound in the bulrushes and she was not adopted by a king's daughter.Anna said she was thinking how the verse read, \"Moses was a proper\nchild,\" and she could not remember having ever done anything strictly\n\"proper\" in her life.I noticed that Grandmother did not contradict her,\nbut only smiled.Then the\nmillionaire appeared in the lobby beckoning them toward the elevator.Mellen observed that the millionaire was greatly excited as he\nmotioned them into his suite of rooms and pointed to chairs.The\ntelegrams which he had received were lying open on a table near the\nwindow and the code sheet and code translations were not far away.Before the millionaire could open the conversation Ben came bounding\ninto the room without knocking.His face was flushed with running, and\nhis breath came in short gasps.As he turned to close the door he shook\na clenched fist threateningly in the direction of the elevator.\u201cThat fool operator,\u201d he declared, \u201cleft me standing in the corridor\nbelow while he took one of the maids up to the \u2019steenth floor, and I ran\nall the way up the stairs!I\u2019ll get him good sometime!\u201d\n\n\u201cDid you bring the telegrams?\u201d asked the millionaire with a smile.The hallway is north of the garden.\u201cSay, look here!\u201d Ben exclaimed dropping into a chair beside the table.\u201cI\u2019d like to know what\u2019s coming off!\u201d\n\nMr.Havens and his companions regarded the boy critically for a moment\nand then the millionaire asked:\n\n\u201cWhat\u2019s broke loose now?\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d Ben went on, \u201cI went out to the field and the man there said\nhe", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "I stood around looking over the\n_Louise_ and _Bertha_, and asking questions about what Sam said when he\nwent away on the _Ann_, until I got tired of waiting, then I chased up\nto where this fellow stood and he said he\u2019d go right off and get the\nmessages.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you hand him one?\u201d laughed Glenn.The bedroom is south of the office.\u201cI wanted to,\u201d Ben answered.\u201cIf I\u2019d had him down in the old seventeenth\nward in the little old city of New York, I\u2019d have set the bunch on him.Well, after a while, he poked away to the little shelter-tent the men\nput up to sleep in last night and rustled around among the straw and\nblankets and came back and said he couldn\u2019t find the messages.\u201d\n\nThe millionaire and the manager exchanged significant glances.\u201cHe told me,\u201d Ben went on, \u201cthat the telegrams had been receipted for\nand hidden under a blanket, to be delivered early in the morning.Said\nhe guessed some one must have stolen them, or mislaid them, but didn\u2019t\nseem to think the matter very important.\u201d\n\nThe millionaire pointed to the open messages lying on the table.\u201cHow many telegrams came for me last night?\u201d he asked.\u201cEight,\u201d was the reply.\u201cAnd there are eight here,\u201d the millionaire went on.\u201cAnd that means\u2014\u2014\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd that means,\u201d the millionaire said, interrupting the manager, \u201cthat\nthe telegrams delivered on the field last night were either duplicates\nof these cipher despatches or fake messages!\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s just what I was going to remark,\u201d said Mellen.\u201cHas the _Ann_ returned?\u201d asked Glenn of Ben.\u201cNot yet,\u201d was the reply.\u201cSuppose we take one of the other machines and go up and look for her?\u201d\n\n\u201cWe\u2019ll discuss that later on, boys,\u201d the millionaire interrupted.\u201cI would give a considerable to know,\u201d the manager observed, in a\nmoment, \u201cjust who handled the messages which were left at the hotel\ncounter last night.And I\u2019m going to do my best to find out!\u201d he added.The garden is north of the office.\u201cThat ought to be a perfectly simple matter,\u201d suggested Mr.In Quito, no!\u201d answered the manager.\u201cA good many of\nthe natives who are in clerical positions here are crooked enough to\nlive in a corkscrew.They\u2019ll do almost anything for money.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s the idea I had already formed of the people,\u201d Ben cut in.\u201cBesides,\u201d the manager continued, \u201cthe chances are that the night clerk\ntumbled down on a sofa somewhere in the lobby and slept most of the\nnight, leaving bell-boys and subordinates to run the hotel.\u201d", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Havens said, \u201cthe telegrams might have been handled\nby half a dozen different people.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m afraid so!\u201d replied the manager.\u201cBut the code!\u201d suggested Ben.\u201cThey couldn\u2019t read them!\u201d\n\n\u201cBut they might copy them for some one who could!\u201d argued the manager.\u201cAnd the copies might have been sent out to the field for the express\npurpose of having them stolen,\u201d he went on with an anxious look on his\nface.\u201cAre they very important?\u201d he asked of the millionaire.\u201cVery much so,\u201d was the answer.\u201cIn fact, they are code copies of\nprivate papers taken from deposit box A, showing the plans made in New\nYork for the South American aeroplane journey.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd showing stops and places to look through and all that?\u201d asked Ben.\u201cIf that\u2019s the kind of information the telegrams contained, I guess the\nRedfern bunch in this vicinity are pretty well posted about this time!\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m afraid so,\u201d the millionaire replied gloomily.\u201cWell,\u201d he continued\nin a moment, \u201cwe may as well get ready for our journey.I remember now,\u201d\nhe said casually, \u201cthat Sam said last night that we ought to proceed on\nour way without reference to him this morning.His idea then was that we\nwould come up with him somewhere between Quito and Lake Titicaca.So we\nmay as well be moving, and leave the investigation of the fraudulent or\ncopied telegrams to Mr.Mellen.\u201d\n\n\u201cFunny thing for them to go chasing off in that way!\u201d declared Ben.But no one guessed the future as the aeroplanes started southward!JIMMIE\u2019S AWFUL HUNGER.\u201cYou say,\u201d Sam asked, as Pedro crouched in the corner of the temple\nwhere the old fountain basin had been, \u201cthat the Indians will never\nactually attack the temple?\u201d\n\n\u201cThey never have,\u201d replied Pedro, his teeth chattering in terror.\u201cSince\nI have been stationed here to feed and care for the wild animals in\ncaptivity, I have known them to utter threats, but until to-night, so\nfar as I know, none of them ever placed a foot on the temple steps.\u201d\n\n\u201cThey did it to-night, all right!\u201d Jimmie declared.\u201cFelix could tell us about that if they had left enough of his frame to\nutter a sound!\u201d Carl put in.The office is south of the bathroom.The boys were both weak from loss of blood, but their injuries were not\nof a character to render them incapable of moving about.The office is north of the bedroom.\u201cWhat I\u2019m afraid of,\u201d Pedro went on, \u201cis that they\u2019ll surround the\ntemple and try to starve us into submission.\u201d\n\n\u201cJerusalem!\u201d cried Jimmie.\u201cThat doesn\u2019t sound", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "I\u2019m so hungry\nnow I could eat one of those jaguars raw!\u201d\n\n\u201cBut they are not fit to eat!\u201d exclaimed Pedro.\u201cThey wanted to eat us, didn\u2019t they?\u201d demanded Jimmie.\u201cI guess turn and\nturn about is fair play!\u201d\n\n\u201cIs there no secret way out of this place?\u201d asked Sam, as the howls of\nthe savages became more imperative.There were rumors, he said, of secret\npassages, but he had never been able to discover them.The bedroom is south of the garden.For his own part,\nhe did not believe they existed.\u201cWhat sort of a hole is that den the jaguars came out of?\u201d asked Jimmie.I have traced at some length the origin and\ngrowth of our Constitution from the earliest times to its days of\nspecial trial in the days of Tudor and Stewart despotism.Our later\nconstitutional history rather belongs to an inquiry of another kind.It is mainly a record of silent changes in the practical working of\ninstitutions whose outward and legal form remained untouched.I will\ntherefore end my consecutive historical sketch\u2014if consecutive it can\nclaim to be\u2014at the point which we have now reached.Instead of carrying\non any regular constitutional narrative into times nearer to our own, I\nwill rather choose, as the third part of my subject, the illustration\nof one of the special points with which I set out, namely the power\nwhich our gradual developement has given us of retracing our steps, of\nfalling back, whenever need calls for falling back, on the principles\nof earlier, often of the earliest, times.Wittingly or unwittingly,\nmuch of our best modern legislation has, as I have already said, been\na case of advancing by the process of going back.As the last division\nof the work which I have taken in hand, I shall try to show in how\nmany cases we have, as a matter of fact, gone back from the cumbrous\nand oppressive devices of feudal and royalist lawyers to the sounder,\nfreer, and simpler principles of the days of our earliest freedom.IN my two former chapters I have carried my brief sketch of the history\nof the English Constitution down to the great events of the seventeenth\ncentury.I chose that point as the end of my consecutive narrative,\nbecause the peculiar characteristic of the times which have followed\nhas been that so many and such important practical changes have been\nmade without any change in the written Law, without any re-enactment of\nthe Law, without any fresh declaration of its meaning.The movements\nand revolutions of former times, as I have before said, seldom sought\nany acknowledged change in the Law, but rather its more distinct\nenactment, its more careful and honest administration.The bathroom is north of the garden.This was the\ngeneral character of all the great steps in our political history, from\nthe day when William of Normandy renewed the Laws of Eadward to the day\nwhen William of Orange gave his royal assent to the Bill of Rights.But, though each step in our progress took the shape, not of the\ncreation of a new right, but of the firmer establishment of", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Some Charter was granted\nby the Sovereign, some Act of Parliament was passed by the Estates\nof the Realm, setting forth in legal form the nature and measure of\nthe rights which it was sought to place on a firmer ground.Since\nthe seventeenth century things have in this respect greatly altered.The hallway is north of the garden.The work of legislation, of strictly constitutional legislation, has\nnever ceased; a long succession of legislative enactments stand out as\nlandmarks of political progress no less in more recent than in earlier\ntimes.But alongside of them there has also been a series of political\nchanges, changes of no less moment than those which are recorded in the\nstatute-book, which have been made without any legislative enactment\nwhatever.A whole code of political maxims, universally acknowledged\nin theory, universally carried out in practice, has grown up, without\nleaving among the formal acts of our legislature any trace of the\nsteps by which it grew.Up to the end of the seventeenth century,\nwe may fairly say that no distinction could be drawn between the\nConstitution and the Law.The prerogative of the Crown, the privilege\nof Parliament, the liberty of the subject, might not always be clearly\ndefined on every point.It has indeed been said that those three things\nwere all of them things to which in their own nature no limit could be\nset.But all three were supposed to rest, if not on the direct words\nof the Statute Law, yet at least on that somewhat shadowy yet very\npractical creation, that mixture of genuine ancient traditions and of\nrecent devices of lawyers, which is known to Englishmen as the Common\nLaw.The garden is north of the bedroom.Any breach either of the rights of the Sovereign or of the rights\nof the subject was a legal offence, capable of legal definition and\nsubjecting the offender to legal penalties.An act which could not be\nbrought within the letter either of the Statute or of the Common Law\nwould not then have been looked upon as an offence at all.If lower\ncourts were too weak to do justice, the High Court of Parliament stood\nready to do justice even against the mightiest offenders.It was armed\nwith weapons fearful and rarely used, but none the less regular and\nlegal.It could smite by impeachment, by attainder, by the exercise\nof the greatest power of all, the deposition of the reigning King.But men had not yet reached the more subtle doctrine that there may\nbe offences against the Constitution which are no offences against\nthe Law.They had not learned that men in high office may have a\nresponsibility practically felt and acted on, but which no legal\nenactment has defined, and which no legal tribunal can enforce.It had\nnot been found out that Parliament itself has a power, now practically\nthe highest of its powers, in which it acts neither as a legislature\nnor as a court of justice, but in which it pronounces sentences which\nhave none the less practical force because they carry with them none of\nthe legal consequences of death, bonds, banishment, or confiscation.We\nnow have a whole system of political morality, a whole code of precepts\nfor the guidance of public men, which will not be found in any page of\neither the Statute or the Common Law", "question": "What is north of the bedroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "In short, by the side of our written Law\nthere has grown up an unwritten or conventional Constitution.When an\nEnglishman speaks of the conduct of a public man being constitutional\nor unconstitutional, he means something wholly different from what he\nmeans by his conduct being legal or illegal.A famous vote of the House\nof Commons, passed on the motion of a great statesman, once declared\nthat the then Ministers of the Crown did not possess the confidence\nof the House of Commons, and that their continuance in office was\ntherefore at variance with the spirit of the Constitution(1).The truth\nof such a position, according to the traditional principles on which\npublic men have acted for some generations, cannot be disputed; but\nit would be in vain to seek for any trace of such doctrines in any\npage of our written Law.The whole system of\nTintoret's great picture of the Miracle of St.Mark is poised on the\nbars of blue, which cross the white turban of the executioner.The bathroom is west of the bedroom.There are, therefore, no ornaments more deeply suggestive in\ntheir simplicity than these alternate bars of horizontal colors; nor do\nI know any buildings more noble than those of the Pisan Romanesque, in\nwhich they are habitually employed; and certainly none so graceful, so\nattractive, so enduringly delightful in their nobleness.Yet, of this\npure and graceful ornamentation, Professor Willis says, \"a practice more\ndestructive of architectural grandeur can hardly be conceived:\" and\nmodern architects have substituted for it the ingenious ornament of\nwhich the reader has had one specimen above, Fig.The hallway is east of the bedroom.61, and with\nwhich half the large buildings in London are disfigured, or else\ntraversed by mere straight lines, as, for instance, the back of the\nBank.The lines on the Bank may, perhaps, be considered typical of\naccounts; but in general the walls, if left destitute of them, would\nhave been as much fairer than the walls charged with them, as a sheet of\nwhite paper is than the leaf of a ledger.But that the reader may have\nfree liberty of judgment in this matter, I place two examples of the old\nand the Renaissance ornament side by side on the opposite page.That on\nthe right is Romanesque, from St.Pietro of Pistoja; that on the left,\nmodern English, from the Arthur Club-house, St.But why, it will be asked, should the lines which mark the\ndivision of the stones be wrong when they are chiselled, and right when\nthey are marked by color?First, because the color separation is a\nnatural one.You build with different kinds of stone, of which,\nprobably, one is more costly than another; which latter, as you cannot\nconstruct your building of it entirely, you arrange in conspicuous bars.But the chiselling of the stones is a wilful throwing away of time and\nlabor in defacing the building: it costs much to hew one of those\nmonstrous blocks into shape; and, when it is done, the building is\n_weaker_ than it was before, by just as much stone as has been cut away\nfrom its joints.And", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The hallway is south of the garden.What is true of the divisions of stone by chiselling, is equally\ntrue of divisions of bricks by pointing.Nor, of course, is the mere\nhorizontal bar the only arrangement in which the colors of brickwork or\nmasonry can be gracefully disposed.It is rather one which can only be\nemployed with advantage when the courses of stone are deep and bold.When the masonry is small, it is better to throw its colors into\nchequered patterns.We shall have several interesting examples to study\nin Venice besides the well-known one of the Ducal Palace.The town of\nMoulins, in France, is one of the most remarkable on this side the Alps\nfor its chequered patterns in bricks.The church of Christchurch,\nStreatham, lately built, though spoiled by many grievous errors (the\niron work in the campanile being the grossest), yet affords the\ninhabitants of the district a means of obtaining some idea of the\nvariety of effects which are possible with no other material than brick.V. We have yet to notice another effort of the Renaissance architects\nto adorn the blank spaces of their walls by what is called Rustication.There is sometimes an obscure trace of the remains of the imitation of\nsomething organic in this kind of work.In some of the better French\neighteenth century buildings it has a distinctly floral character, like\na final degradation of Flamboyant leafage; and some of our modern\nEnglish architects appear to have taken the decayed teeth of elephants\nfor their type; but, for the most part, it resembles nothing so much as\nworm casts; nor these with any precision.If it did, it would not bring\nit within the sphere of our properly imitative ornamentation.I thought\nit unnecessary to warn the reader that he was not to copy forms of\nrefuse or corruption; and that, while he might legitimately take the\nworm or the reptile for a subject of imitation, he was not to study the\nworm cast or coprolite.It is, however, I believe, sometimes supposed that rustication\ngives an appearance of solidity to foundation stones.Not so; at least\nto any one who knows the look of a hard stone.The kitchen is south of the hallway.You may, by rustication,\nmake your good marble or granite look like wet slime, honeycombed by\nsand-eels, or like half-baked tufo covered with slow exudation of\nstalactite, or like rotten claystone coated with concretions of its own\nmud; but not like the stones of which the hard world is built.Do not\nthink that nature rusticates her foundations.Smooth sheets of rock,\nglistening like sea waves, and that ring under the hammer like a brazen\nbell,--that is her preparation for first stories.She does rusticate\nsometimes: crumbly sand-stones, with their ripple-marks filled with red\nmud; dusty lime-stones, which the rains wash into labyrinthine cavities;\nspongy lavas, which the volcano blast drags hither and thither into ropy\ncoils and bubbling hollows;--these she rusticates, indeed, when she\nwants to", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Then she seeks the polished surface and\niron heart, not rough looks and incoherent substance.Of the richer modes of wall decoration it is impossible to\ninstitute any general comparison; they are quite infinite, from mere\ninlaid geometrical figures up to incrustations of elaborate bas-relief.The architect has perhaps more license in them, and more power of\nproducing good effect with rude design than in any other features of the\nbuilding; the chequer and hatchet work of the Normans and the rude\nbas-reliefs of the Lombards being almost as satisfactory as the delicate\npanelling and mosaic of the Duomo of Florence.But this is to be noted\nof all good wall ornament, that it retains the expression of firm and\nmassive substance, and of broad surface, and that architecture instantly\ndeclined when linear design was substituted for massive, and the sense\nof weight of wall was lost in a wilderness of upright or undulating\nrods.Of the richest and most delicate wall veil decoration by inlaid\nwork, as practised in Italy from the twelfth to the fifteenth century, I\nhave given the reader two characteristic examples in Plates XX.Papineau was an\ninterested party and did not go.The office is north of the bathroom.The deputation proved no less\nsuccessful than {29} that which had crossed the Atlantic in 1822.The\ndelegates succeeded in obtaining Lord Dalhousie's recall, and they were\nenabled to place their case before a special committee of the House of\nCommons.The committee made a report very favourable to the _Patriote_\ncause; recommended that 'the French-Canadians should not in any way be\ndisturbed in the exercise and enjoyment of their religion, their laws,\nor their privileges'; and expressed the opinion that 'the true\ninterests of the provinces would be best promoted by placing the\ncollection and expenditure of all public revenues under the control of\nthe House of Assembly.'The report was not actually adopted by the\nHouse of Commons, but it lent a very welcome support to the contentions\nof Papineau and his friends.At last, in 1830, the British government made a serious and well-meant\nattempt to settle, once and for all, the financial difficulty.The kitchen is south of the bathroom.Lord\nGoderich, who was at that time at the Colonial Office, instructed Lord\nAylmer, who had become governor of Canada in 1830, to resign to the\nAssembly the control of the entire revenue of the province, with the\nsingle exception of the casual and territorial revenue of the Crown, if\nthe Assembly would grant {30} in exchange a civil list of L19,000,\nvoted for the lifetime of the king.This offer was a compromise which\nshould have proved acceptable to both sides.But Papineau and his\nfriends determined not to yield an inch of ground; and in the session\nof 1831 they succeeded in defeating the motion for the adoption of Lord\nGoderich's proposal.That this was a mistake even the historian\nGarneau, who cannot be accused of hostility toward the _Patriotes_, has\nadmitted.Throughout this period Papineau's course was often unreasonable.He\ncomplained that the French Canadians had no voice in the", "question": "What is the bathroom south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "As\nSir George Cartier pointed out many years later, Mondelet's inclusion\nin the Executive Council was really a step in the direction of\nresponsible government.It is difficult, also, to approve Papineau's\nattitude toward such governors as Dalhousie and {31} Aylmer, both of\nwhom were disposed to be friendly.Papineau's attitude threw them into\nthe arms of the 'Chateau Clique.'The truth is that Papineau was too\nunbending, too _intransigeant_, to make a good political leader.As\nwas seen clearly in his attitude toward the financial proposals of Lord\nGoderich in 1830, he possessed none of that spirit of compromise which\nlies at the heart of English constitutional development.On the other hand, it must be remembered that Papineau and his friends\nreceived much provocation.The attitude of the governing class toward\nthem was overbearing and sometimes insolent.They were regarded as\nmembers of an inferior race.The kitchen is north of the garden.And they would have been hardly human if\nthey had not bitterly resented the conspiracy against their liberties\nembodied in the abortive Union Bill of 1822.The bathroom is north of the kitchen.There were real abuses to\nbe remedied.Grave financial irregularities had been detected in the\nexecutive government; sinecurists, living in England, drew pay for\nservices which they did not perform; gross favouritism existed in\nappointments to office under the Crown; and so many office-holders held\nseats in the Legislative Council that the Council was actually under\nthe thumb of {32} the executive government.Yet when the Assembly\nstrove to remedy these grievances, its efforts were repeatedly blocked\nby the Legislative Council; and even when appeal was made to the\nColonial Office, removal of the abuses was slow in coming.Last, but\nnot least, the Assembly felt that it did not possess an adequate\ncontrol over the expenditure of the moneys for the voting of which it\nwas primarily responsible.{33}\n\nCHAPTER V\n\nTHE NINETY-TWO RESOLUTIONS\n\nAfter 1830 signs began to multiply that the racial feud in Lower Canada\nwas growing in intensity.In 1832 a by-election in the west ward of\nMontreal culminated in a riot.Troops were called out to preserve\norder.After showing some forbearance under a fusillade of stones,\nthey fired into the rioters, killing three and wounding two men, all of\nthem French Canadians.Immediately the _Patriote_ press became\nfurious.The newspaper _La Minerve_ asserted that a 'general massacre'\nhad been planned: the murderers, it said, had approached the corpses\nwith laughter, and had seen with joy Canadian blood running down the\nstreet; they had shaken each other by the hand, and had regretted that\nthere were not more dead.The blame for the'massacre' was laid at the\ndoor of Lord Aylmer.Later, on the floor of the Assembly, Papineau\nremarked that 'Craig merely imprisoned his {34} victims, but Aylmer\nslaughters them.'The _Patriotes_ adopted the same bitter attitude\ntoward the government when the Asi", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "They actually accused Lord Aylmer of having 'enticed the sick\nimmigrants into the country, in order to decimate the ranks of the\nFrench Canadians.'In the House Papineau became more and more violent and domineering.The garden is south of the office.He\ndid not scruple to use his majority either to expel from the House or\nto imprison those who incurred his wrath.Robert Christie, the member\nfor Gaspe, was four times expelled for having obtained the dismissal of\nsome partisan justices of the peace.The expulsion of Dominique\nMondelet has already been mentioned.Ralph Taylor, one of the members\nfor the Eastern Townships, was imprisoned in the common jail for using,\nin the Quebec _Mercury_, language about Papineau no more offensive than\nPapineau had used about many others.But perhaps the most striking\nevidence of Papineau's desire to dominate the Assembly was seen in his\nattitude toward a bill to secure the independence of judges introduced\nby F. A. Quesnel, one of the more moderate members {35} of the\n_Patriote_ party.Quesnel had accepted some amendments suggested by\nthe colonial secretary.This awoke the wrath of Papineau, who assailed\nthe bill in his usual vehement style, and concluded by threatening\nQuesnel with the loss of his seat.Papineau possessed at this time a great ascendancy over the minds of\nhis fellow-countrymen, and in the next elections he secured Quesnel's\ndefeat.By 1832 Papineau's political views had taken a more revolutionary turn.\"Oh, then he's not killed, after all!\"how glad I am you have come to life again!\"This funny little speech made even Freddy laugh, and then Mrs.Lockitt\nsaid, \"But, Master Peter, you have not told me yet how it happened that\nMaster Frederic got in such a way.\"The eyes of the whole party became round and saucer-y at once; as, all\ntalking together, they began the history of their fearful adventure.Lockitt's wiry false curls would certainly have dropped off with\nastonishment if they hadn't been sewed fast to her cap, and she fairly\nwiped her eyes on her spectacle case, which she had taken out of her\npocket instead of her handkerchief, as they described Freddy's noble\neffort to save his helpless companion without thinking of himself.When\nthe narrative was brought to a close, she could only exclaim, \"Well,\nMaster Freddy, you are a little angel, sure enough!and Master William\nis as brave as a lion.To think of his stopping that great creetur, to\nbe sure!Wherever in the world it came from is the mystery.\"Lockitt bustled out of the room, and after she had gone, there was\na very serious and grateful talk among the elder boys about the escape\nthey had had, and a sincere thankfulness to God for having preserved\ntheir lives.The puzzle now was, how they were to return to the camp, where poor Tom\nhad been in captivity all this time.The bathroom is south of the garden.It was certainly necessary to get\nback--but then the bull!While they were yet deliberating on the horns", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "he exclaimed, \"how do you come to be here?There was general silence for a moment; but these boys had been taught\nby pious parents to speak the truth always, whatever came of it.that is the right principle to go on, dear children; TELL THE TRUTH when\nyou have done anything wrong, even if you are sure of being punished\nwhen that truth is known.So George, as the eldest, with one brave look at his comrades, frankly\nrelated everything that had happened; beginning at the quarrel with\nTom, down to the escape from the bull.To describe the varied expression\nof his auditor's face between delight and vexation, would require a\npainter; and when George at last said, \"Do you think we deserve to be\npunished, sir?or have we paid well enough already for our court\nmartial?\"Schermerhorn exclaimed, trying to appear highly incensed,\nyet scarcely able to help smiling:\n\n\"I declare I hardly know!How\ndare you treat a young gentleman so on my place?answer me that, you\nscapegraces!It is pretty plain who is at the bottom of all this--Peter\ndares not look at me, I perceive.At the same time, I am rather glad\nthat Master Tom has been taught what to expect if he runs down the\nUnion--it will probably save him from turning traitor any more, though\nyou were not the proper persons to pass sentence on him.As for our\nplucky little Colonel here--shake hands, Freddy!and for your sake I excuse the court martial.Now, let us see what\nhas become of the bull, and then go to the release of our friend Tom.He\nmust be thoroughly repentant for his misdeeds by this time.\"Schermerhorn accordingly gave orders that the bull should be hunted\nup and secured, until his master should be discovered; so that the\nZouaves might be safe from his attacks hereafter.If any of our readers\nfeel an interest in the fate of this charming animal, they are informed\nthat he was, with great difficulty, hunted into the stables; and before\nevening taken away by his master, the farmer from whom he had strayed.Leaving the others to await his capture, let us return to Tom.He had\nnot been ten minutes in the smoke house before his wrath began to cool,\nand he would have given sixpence for any way of getting out but by\nbegging pardon.The hallway is east of the garden.That was a little too much just yet, and Tom stamped\nwith rage and shook the door; which resisted his utmost efforts to\nburst.The hallway is west of the office.Then came the sounds without, the rushing, trampling steps, the\nfurious bellow, and the shout, \"Run!and especially what would become of\nhim left alone there, with this unseen enemy perhaps coming at him next.He hunted in vain in every direction for some cranny to peep through;\nand if it had been possible, would have squeezed his head up the\nchimney.He shouted for help, but nobody heard him; they were all too\nfrightened for that.He could hear them crunching along the road,\npresently; another cry, and then all was still.I", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "and at last--must it be\nconfessed?--the gallant Secesh finished by bursting out crying!Time passed on--of course seeming doubly long to the prisoner--and still\nthe boys did not return.Tom cried till he could cry no more; sniffling\ndesperately, and rubbing his nose violently up in the air--a proceeding\nwhich did not ameliorate its natural bent in that direction.He really\nfelt thoroughly sorry, and quite ready to beg pardon as soon as the boys\nshould return; particularly as they had forgotten to provide the captive\nwith even the traditional bread and water, and dinner-time was close at\nhand.While he was yet struggling between repentance and stomachache,\nthe welcome sound of their voices was heard.The garden is east of the hallway.They came nearer, and then\na key was hastily applied to the fastenings of the door, and it flew\nopen, disclosing the Zouaves, with Freddy at the head, and Mr.Tom hung back a moment yet; then with a sudden impulse he walked toward\nFreddy, saying, \"I beg your pardon, Colonel; please forgive me for\ninsulting you; and as for the flag\"--and without another word, Tom ran\ntoward the flag staff, and catching the long folds of the banner in both\nhands, pressed them to his lips.The bathroom is east of the garden.it is your safeguard, and your countrymen's\ntoo, if they would only believe it.Go and shake hands with him, boys;\nhe is in his right place now, and if ever you are tempted to quarrel\nagain, I am sure North and South will both remember\n\n                            \"BULL RUN!\"IT is not necessary to describe the particular proceedings of the\nDashahed Zouaves during every day of their camp life.The other of this class to be named is Mr.C. E. McKenna, who took over\nthe Bardon stud from Mr.B. N. Everard when the latter decided to let\nthe Leicestershire stud farm where Lockinge Forest King spent his last\nand worthiest years.Such enterprise gives farmers and men of moderate\nmeans faith in the great and growing industry of Shire Horse breeding.Of stud owners who have climbed to prominence, although neither\nlandowners, merchant princes, nor erstwhile stud managers, may be\nmentioned Mr.James Gould, Crouchley Lymm, Cheshire, whose Snowdon\nMenestrel was first in his class and reserve for the Stallion Cup at\nthe 1914 London Show; Messrs.E. and J. Whinnerah, Warton, Carnforth,\nwho won seventh prize with Warton Draughtsman in 1910, afterwards\nselling him to the Duke of Devonshire, who reached the top of the tree\nwith him two years later.Henry Mackereth, the new London judge of 1915, entered the\nexhibitors\u2019 list at the London Show of 1899.Perhaps his most notable\nhorse is Lunesdale Kingmaker, with which Lord Rothschild won fourth\nprize in 1907, he being the sire of Messrs.Potter\u2019s King\u2019s", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The hallway is south of the office.Many other studs well meriting notice could be dealt with did time and\nspace permit, including that of a tenant farmer who named one of his\nbest colts \u201cSign of Riches,\u201d which must be regarded as an advertisement\nfor the breed from a farmer\u2019s point of view.Of past studs only one will be mentioned, that of the late Sir Walter\nGilbey, the dispersal having taken place on January 13, 1915.The first\nShire sale at Elsenham was held in 1885--thirty years ago--when the\nlate Lord Wantage gave the highest price, 475 guineas, for Glow, by\nSpark, the average of \u00a3172 4_s._ 6_d._ being unbeaten till the Scawby\nsale of 1891 (which was \u00a3198 17_s._ 3_d._).Sir Walter has been mentioned as one of the founders of the Shire Horse\nSociety; his services in aid of horse breeding were recognized by\npresenting him with his portrait in oils, the subscribers numbering\n1250.The presentation was made by King Edward (then Prince of Wales)\nat the London Show of 1891.CHAPTER XVI\n\nTHE FUTURE OUTLOOK\n\n\nThis book is written when war, and all that pertains to it, is the\nabsorbing topic.In fact, no other will be listened to.What is\nthe good of talking about such a peaceful occupation as that of\nagriculture while the nation is fighting for its very existence?To a\ncertain extent this can be understood, but stock breeding, and more\nparticularly horse breeding, cannot be suspended for two or three\nseasons and then resumed without causing a gap in the supply of horses\ncoming along for future use.The cry of the army authorities is for \u201cmore and more men,\u201d together\nwith a demand for a constant supply of horses of many types, including\nthe weight-moving War Horse, and if the supply is used up, with no\nprovision being made for a quantity of four-footed recruits to haul the\nguns or baggage waggons in the days to come, the British Army, and\nmost others, will be faced with a problem not easily solved.The motor-mad mechanic may think that his chance has come, but generals\nwho have to lead an army over water-logged plains, or snow-covered\nmountains, will demand horses, hitherto--and henceforth--indispensable\nfor mounting soldiers on, rushing their guns quickly into position, or\ndrawing their food supplies and munitions of war after them.When the mechanic has provided horseless vehicles to do all this,\nhorse breeding can be ignored by fighting men--not before.But horses,\nparticularly draft horses, are needed for commercial use.So far, coal\nmerchants are horse users, while brewers, millers, and other lorry\nusers have not altogether discarded the horse-drawn vehicle.For taking loads to and from the landing stage at Liverpool heavy\nhorses will be in great demand after the war--perhaps greater than they\nhave ever been.The garden is south of the hallway.The railways will continue to exist, and, while they\ndo, powerful Shire geldings must be employed; no other can put", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "During the autumn of 1914 no other kind of advice--although they got\nplenty of it--was so freely and so frequently given to farmers as this,\n\u201cgrow more wheat.\u201d\n\nIf this has been acted upon, and there is no doubt that it has, at\nleast to some extent, it follows, as sure as the night follows the day,\nthat more horses will be required by those who grow the wheat.The land\nhas to be ploughed and cultivated, the crop drilled, cut, carted home\nand delivered to mill, or railway truck, all meaning horse labour.It may happen that large farmers will use motor ploughs or steam\nwaggons, but these are beyond the reach of the average English farmer.The kitchen is north of the bedroom.Moreover, when bought they depreciate in value, whether working or\nstanding idle, which is exactly what the Shire gelding or brood mare\ndoes not do.If properly cared for and used they appreciate in value\nfrom the time they are put to work until they are six or seven years\nold, and by that age most farmers have sold their non-breeders to make\nroom for younger animals.Horse power is therefore the cheapest and\nmost satisfactory power for most farmers to use in front of field\nimplements and farm waggons, a fact which is bound to tell in favour of\nthe Shire in the coming times of peace which we anticipate.When awarding prizes for the best managed farm, the judges appointed by\nthe Royal Agricultural Society of England are instructed to consider--\n\n\u201cGeneral Management with a view to profit,\u201d so that any breed of live\nstock which leaves a profit would help a competitor.Only a short time ago a Warwickshire tenant farmer told his landlord\nthat Shire horses had enabled himself and many others to attend the\nrent audit, \u201cwith a smile on his face and the rent in his pocket.\u201d\n\nMost landlords are prepared to welcome a tenant in that state,\ntherefore they should continue to encourage the industry as they have\ndone during the past twenty-five years.Wars come to an end--the \u201cThirty Years\u2019 War\u201d did--so let us remember\nthe Divine promise to Noah after the flood, \u201cWhile the earth remaineth\nseedtime and harvest \u2026 shall not cease,\u201d Gen.As long as there is\nsowing and reaping to be done horses--Shire horses--will be wanted.\u201cFar back in the ages\n      The plough with wreaths was crowned;\n    The hands of kings and sages\n      Entwined the chaplet round;\n    Till men of spoil disdained the toil\n      By which the world was nourished,\n    And dews of blood enriched the soil\n      Where green their laurels flourished:\n    Now the world her fault repairs--\n      The guilt that stains her story;\n    And weeps; her crimes amid the cares\n      That formed her earliest glory.The glory, earned in deadly fray,\n  The office is south of the bedroom.", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The office is north of the garden.The following\nnight was clear and cold, and the surface of the bay became a comparatively\nsmooth glare of ice.At dinner next day Webb remarked:\n\n\"I hear that they are catching a good many striped bass through the ice,\nand I learned that the tide would be right for them to raise the nets\nthis afternoon.The bathroom is south of the garden.I propose, Amy, that we go down and see the process, and\nget some of the fish direct from the water for supper.\"Burt groaned, and was almost jealous that during his enforced confinement\nso many opportunities to take Amy out fell naturally to Webb.The latter,\nhowever, was so entirely fraternal in his manner toward the young girl\nthat Burt was ever able to convince himself that his misgivings were\nabsurd.Webb was soon ready, and had provided himself with his skates and a small\nsleigh with a back.When they arrived at the landing he tied his horse,\nand said:\n\n\"The ice is too poor to drive on any longer, I am informed, but perfectly\nsafe still for foot-passengers.As a precaution we will follow the tracks\nof the fishermen, and I will give you a swift ride on this little sledge,\nin which I can wrap you up well.\"Like most young men brought up in the vicinity, he was a good and powerful\nskater, and Amy was soon enjoying the exhilarating sense of rapid motion\nover the smooth ice, with a superb view of the grand mountains rising on\neither side of the river a little to the south.They soon reached the nets,\nwhich stretched across the river through narrow longitudinal cuts so as to\nbe at right angles to each tide, with which the fish usually swim.These\nnets are such in shape as were formerly suspended between the old-fashioned\nshad-poles, and are sunk perpendicularly in the water by weights at each\nend, so that the meshes are expanded nearly to their full extent.The fish\nswim into these precisely as do the shad, and in their attempts to back out\ntheir gills catch, and there they hang.The nests are about twelve feet square, and the meshes of different nets\nare from to and a half to five and a quarter inches in size.A bass of\nnine pounds' weight can be \"gilled\" in the ordinary manner; but in one\ninstance a fish weighing one hundred and two pounds was caught, and\nduring the present season they were informed that a lucky fisherman at\nMarlborough had secured \"a 52-pounder.\"These heavy fellows, it was\nexplained, \"would go through a net like a cannon-ball\" if they came \"head\non,\" and with ordinary speed; but if they are playing around gently, the\nswift tide carries them sidewise into the \"slack of the net,\" from which\nthey seem unable to escape.There are usually about forty-five feet\nbetween the surface of the water and the top of the nets, therefore the\nfish are caught at an average depth of fifty feet.The best winter\nfishing is from December to March, and as many as one hundred and seventy\npounds, or about two hundred bass, have been taken in twenty-four hours", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The luck was exceedingly moderate on the present occasion, but enough\nfish were caught to satisfy Webb's needs.The garden is west of the bathroom.As they were watching the\nlifting of the nets and angling for information, they saw an ice-boat\nslowly and gracefully leaving the landing, and were told that since the\nice had grown thin it had taken the place of the sleigh in which the\npassengers were conveyed to and from the railroad station on the further\nshore.The wind, being adverse, necessitated several tacks, and on one of\nthem the boat passed so near Webb and Amy that they recognized Mr.Barkdale, the clergyman, who, as he sped by, saluted them.When the boat\nhad passed on about an eighth of a mile, it tacked so suddenly and\nsharply that the unwary minister was rolled out upon the ice.The speed\nand impetus of the little craft were so great that before it could be\nbrought up it was about half a mile away, and the good man was left in\nwhat might be a dangerous isolation, for ice over which the boat could\nskim in security might be very unsafe under the stationary weight of a\nsolidly built man like Mr.Webb therefore seized a pole\nbelonging to one of the fishermen, and came speedily to the clergyman's\nside.Happily the ice, although it had wasted rapidly from the action of\nthe tide in that part of the river, sustained them until the boat\nreturned, and the good man resumed his journey with laughing words, by\nwhich he nevertheless conveyed to Webb his honest gratitude for the\npromptness with which the young fellow had shared his possible danger.When Webb returned he found Amy pale and agitated, for an indiscreet\nfisherman had remarked that the ice was \"mighty poor out in that\ndirection.\"\"Won't you please come off the river?\"\"But you were not here a moment since, and I've no confidence in your\ndiscretion when any one is in danger.\"\"I did not run any risks worth speaking of.\"The men explained, in answer to my questions, that the\nice toward spring becomes honeycombed--that's the way they expressed\nit--and lets one through without much warning.They also said the tides\nwore it away underneath about as fast as the rain and sun wasted the\nsurface.\"\"Supposing it had let me through, I should have caught on the pole, and\nso have easily scrambled out, while poor Mr.Barkdale would have been\nquite helpless.\"\"Oh, I know it was right for you to go, and I know you will go again\nshould there be the slightest occasion.Therefore I am eager to reach\nsolid ground.Her tone was so earnest that he complied, and they were soon in the\nsleigh again.The kitchen is east of the bathroom.As they were driving up the hill she turned a shy glance\ntoward him, and said, hesitatingly: \"Don't mistake me, Webb.I am proud\nto think that you are so brave and uncalculating at times; but then I--I\nnever like to think that you are in danger.Remember how very much you\nare to us all.\"\"Well, that is rather a new thought", "question": "What is the bathroom west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"Yes, you are,\" she said, gravely and earnestly, looking him frankly in\nthe face.\"From the first moment you spoke to me as'sister Amy' you made\nthe relation seem real.And then your manner is so strong and even that\nit's restful to be with you.The hallway is west of the kitchen.You may give one a terrible fright, as you\ndid me this afternoon, but you would never make one nervous.\"His face flushed with deep pleasure, but he made good her opinion by\nquietly changing the subject, and giving her a brisk, bracing drive over\none of her favorite roads.All at the supper table agreed that the striped bass were delicious, and\nBurt, as the recognized sportsman of the family, had much to say about\nthe habits of this fine game fish.Now, if you make another sound I'll knock\nyour 'ead off afore I tie you up.\"\"Don't tie me up, Bill,\" ses Peter, struggling.\"I can't trust you,\" ses Bill, dragging 'im over to the washstand and\ntaking up the other towel; \"turn round.\"Peter was a much easier job than Ginger Dick, and arter Bill 'ad done 'im\n'e put 'im in alongside o' Ginger and covered 'em up, arter first tying\nboth the gags round with some string to prevent 'em slipping.\"Mind, I've only borrowed it,\" he ses, standing by the side o' the bed;\n\"but I must say, mates, I'm disappointed in both of you.If either of\nyou 'ad 'ad the misfortune wot I've 'ad, I'd have sold the clothes off my\nback to 'elp you.And I wouldn't 'ave waited to be asked neither.\"He stood there for a minute very sorrowful, and then 'e patted both their\n'eads and went downstairs.Ginger and Peter lay listening for a bit, and\nthen they turned their pore bound-up faces to each other and tried to\ntalk with their eyes.Then Ginger began to wriggle and try and twist the cords off, but 'e\nmight as well 'ave tried to wriggle out of 'is skin.The worst of it was\nthey couldn't make known their intentions to each other, and when Peter\nRusset leaned over 'im and tried to work 'is gag off by rubbing it up\nagin 'is nose, Ginger pretty near went crazy with temper.He banged\nPeter with his 'ead, and Peter banged back, and they kept it up till\nthey'd both got splitting 'eadaches, and at last they gave up in despair\nand lay in the darkness waiting for Sam.And all this time Sam was sitting in the Red Lion, waiting for them.He\nsat there quite patient till twelve o'clock and then walked slowly 'ome,\nwondering wot 'ad happened and whether Bill had gone.The hallway is east of the garden.Ginger was the fust to 'ear 'is foot on the stairs, and as he came into\nthe room, in the darkness, him an' Peter Russet started shaking their bed\nin a way that scared old Sam nearly to death.He thought it was Bill\ncarrying on agin, and '", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "He stood there trembling for about ten\nminutes, and then, as nothing 'appened, he walked slowly upstairs agin on\ntiptoe, and as soon as they heard the door creak Peter and Ginger made\nthat bed do everything but speak.ses old Sam, in a shaky voice, and standing ready\nto dash downstairs agin.There was no answer except for the bed, and Sam didn't know whether Bill\nwas dying or whether 'e 'ad got delirium trimmings.All 'e did know was\nthat 'e wasn't going to sleep in that room.The hallway is east of the garden.He shut the door gently and\nwent downstairs agin, feeling in 'is pocket for a match, and, not finding\none, 'e picked out the softest stair 'e could find and, leaning his 'ead\nagin the banisters, went to sleep.[Illustration: \"Picked out the softest stair 'e could find.\"]It was about six o'clock when 'e woke up, and broad daylight.He was\nstiff and sore all over, and feeling braver in the light 'e stepped\nsoftly upstairs and opened the door.Peter and Ginger was waiting for\n'im, and as he peeped in 'e saw two things sitting up in bed with their\n'air standing up all over like mops and their faces tied up with\nbandages.He was that startled 'e nearly screamed, and then 'e stepped\ninto the room and stared at 'em as if he couldn't believe 'is eyes.\"Wot d'ye mean by making sights of\nyourselves like that?'Ave you took leave of your senses?\"Ginger and Peter shook their 'eads and rolled their eyes, and then Sam\nsee wot was the matter with 'em.Fust thing 'e did was to pull out 'is\nknife and cut Ginger's gag off, and the fust thing Ginger did was to call\n'im every name 'e could lay his tongue to.\"You wait a moment,\" he screams, 'arf crying with rage.\"You wait till I\nget my 'ands loose and I'll pull you to pieces.The idea o' leaving us\nlike this all night, you old crocodile.He cut off Peter Russet's gag, and Peter Russet\ncalled 'im 'arf a score o' names without taking breath.\"And when Ginger's finished I'll 'ave a go at you,\" he ses.\"Oh, you wait till I get my 'ands on\nyou.\"The office is west of the garden.Sam didn't answer 'em; he shut up 'is knife with a click and then 'e sat\nat the foot o' the bed on Ginger's feet and looked at 'em.It wasn't the\nfust time they'd been rude to 'im, but as a rule he'd 'ad to put up with\nit.He sat and listened while Ginger swore 'imself faint.\"That'll do,\" he ses, at last; \"another word and I shall put the\nbedclothes over your 'ead.Afore I do anything more I want to know wot\nit's all about.\"Peter told 'im, arter fust calling 'im some more names, because Ginger", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "He sat there talking as though 'e enjoyed the sound of 'is\nown voice, and he told Peter and Ginger all their faults and said wot\nsorrow it caused their friends.Twice he 'ad to throw the bedclothes\nover their 'eads because o' the noise they was making.[Illustration: \"Old Sam said 'ow surprised he was at them for letting\nBill do it.\"]\"_Are you going--to undo--us?_\"  ses Ginger, at last.\"No, Ginger,\" ses old Sam; \"in justice to myself I couldn't do it.Arter\nwot you've said--and arter wot I've said--my life wouldn't be safe.The garden is south of the kitchen.Besides which, you'd want to go shares in my money.\"He took up 'is chest and marched downstairs with it, and about 'arf an\nhour arterward the landlady's 'usband came up and set 'em free.As soon\nas they'd got the use of their legs back they started out to look for\nSam, but they didn't find 'im for nearly a year, and as for Bill, they\nnever set eyes on 'im again.End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Bill's Lapse, by W.W.The bathroom is north of the kitchen.The lake at this point was deep, and though there was a rush of\nthe M\u2019Diarmods towards it, yet in their confusion they were but awkward\naids, and the fluttering ensign that marked the fatal spot had sunk\nbefore they reached it.The strength of Connor, disabled as he was by\nhis broken limb, and trammelled by her from whom even the final struggle\ncould not dissever him, had failed; and with her he loved locked in his\nlast embrace, they were after a time recovered from the water, and laid\nside by side upon the bank, in all their touching, though, alas, lifeless\nbeauty!Remorse reached the rugged hearts even of those who had so\nruthlessly dealt by them; and as they looked on their goodly forms, thus\ncold and senseless by a common fate, the rudest felt that it would be\nan impious and unpardonable deed to do violence to their memory, by the\nseparation of that union which death itself had sanctified.Thus were\nthey laid in one grave; and, strange as it may appear, their fathers,\ncrushed and subdued, exhausted even of resentment by the overwhelming\nstroke--for nothing can quell the stubborn spirit like the extremity of\nsorrow--crossed their arms in amity over their remains, and grief wrought\nthe reconciliation which even centuries of time, that great pacificator,\nhad failed to do.The westering sun now warning me that the day was on the wane, I gave but\nanother look to the time-worn tombstone, another sigh to the early doom\nof those whom it enclosed, and then, with a feeling of regret, again left\nthe little island to its still, unshared, and pensive loneliness.ANCIENT IRISH LITERATURE--No.The composition which we have selected as our fourth specimen of the\nancient literature of Ireland, is a poem, more", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "It is ascribed,\napparently with truth, to the celebrated poet Mac Liag, the secretary of\nthe renowned monarch Brian Boru, who, as our readers are aware, fell at\nthe battle of Clontarf in 1014; and the subject of it is a lamentation\nfor the fallen condition of Kincora, the palace of that monarch,\nconsequent on his death.The decease of Mac Liag, whose proper name was Muircheartach, is thus\nrecorded in the Annals of the Four Masters, at the year 1015:--\n\n\u201cMac Liag, i. e. Muirkeartach, son of Conkeartach, at this time laureate\nof Ireland, died.\u201d\n\nA great number of his productions are still in existence; but none of\nthem have obtained a popularity so widely extended as the poem before us.Of the palace of Kincora, which was situated on the banks of the Shannon,\nnear Killaloe, there are at present no vestiges.LAMENTATION OF MAC LIAG FOR KINCORA.A Chinn-copath carthi Brian?And where is the beauty that once was thine?Oh, where are the princes and nobles that sate\n    At the feast in thy halls, and drank the red wine?Oh, where are the Dalcassians of the Golden Swords?[1]\n    And where are the warriors that Brian led on?And where is Morogh, the descendant of kings--\n    The defeater of a hundred--the daringly brave--\n    Who set but slight store by jewels and rings--\n    Who swam down the torrent and laughed at its wave?And where is Donogh, King Brian\u2019s worthy son?And where is Conaing, the Beautiful Chief?they are gone--\n    They have left me this night alone with my grief!And where are the chiefs with whom Brian went forth,\n    The never-vanquished son of Evin the Brave,\n    The great King of Onaght, renowned for his worth,\n    And the hosts of Baskinn, from the western wave?Oh, where is Duvlann of the Swiftfooted Steeds?The bathroom is south of the garden.And where is Kian, who was son of Molloy?And where is King Lonergan, the fame of whose deeds\n    In the red battle-field no time can destroy?And where is that youth of majestic height,\n    The faith-keeping Prince of the Scots?--Even he,\n    As wide as his fame was, as great as was his might,\n    Was tributary, oh, Kincora, to me!The bedroom is north of the garden.They are gone, those heroes of royal birth,\n    Who plundered no churches, and broke no trust,\n    \u2019Tis weary for me to be living on the earth\n    When they, oh, Kincora, lie low in the dust!Oh, never again will Princes appear,\n    To rival the Dalcassians of the Cleaving Swords!", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The garden is east of the office.I can never dream of meeting afar or anear,\n    In the east or the west, such heroes and lords!Oh, dear are the images my memory calls up\n    Of Brian Boru!--how he never would miss\n    To give me at the banquet the first bright cup!why did he heap on me honour like this?I am Mac Liag, and my home is on the Lake:\n    Thither often, to that palace whose beauty is fled,\n    Came Brian to ask me, and I went for his sake.The bedroom is east of the garden.that I should live, and Brian be dead![1] _Coolg n-or_, of the swords _of gold_, i. e. of the _gold-hilted_\nswords.\u201cBiography of a mouse!\u201d cries the reader; \u201cwell, what shall we have\nnext?--what can the writer mean by offering such nonsense for our\nperusal?\u201d There is no creature, reader, however insignificant and\nunimportant in the great scale of creation it may appear to us,\nshort-sighted mortals that we are, which is forgotten in the care of\nour own common Creator; not a sparrow falls to the ground unknown and\nunpermitted by Him; and whether or not you may derive interest from the\nbiography even of a mouse, you will be able to form a better judgment,\nafter, than before, having read my paper.The mouse belongs to the class _Mammalia_, or the animals which rear\ntheir young by suckling them; to the order _Rodentia_, or animals whose\nteeth are adapted for _gnawing_; to the genus _Mus_, or Rat kind, and the\nfamily of _Mus musculus_, or domestic mouse.At a tavern where he stopped to get a stiff draught\nof spirits he announced that the rebels had been victorious and that he\nwas seeking reinforcements with which to crush the troops completely.Then, finding that the cordon was\ntightening around him, he blew out his brains with a revolver.Thus\nended a life which was not without its share of romance and mystery.On the night of the 14th the troops encamped near the desolate village\nof St Eustache, a large part of which had unfortunately been given over\nto the flames during the engagement.In the morning the column set out\nfor St Benoit.Sir John Colborne had threatened that if a single shot\nwere fired from St Benoit the village would be given over to fire and\npillage.But when the troops arrived there they found awaiting them\nabout two hundred and fifty men bearing white flags.All the villagers\nlaid down their arms and made an unqualified submission.And it is a\nmatter for profound regret that, notwithstanding this, the greater part\nof the village {101} was burned to the ground.Sir John Colborne has\nbeen severely censured for this occurrence, and not without reason.Nothing is more certain, of course, than that he did not order it.It\nseems to have been the work of the loyalist volunteers, who had without\ndoubt suffered much at the hands of the rebels.'", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Far too much burning and pillaging went on, indeed, in\nthe wake of the rebellion.'You know,' wrote an inhabitant of St\nBenoit to a friend in Montreal, 'where the younger Arnoldi got his\nsupply of butter, or where another got the guitar he carried back with\nhim from the expedition about the neck.'And it is probable that the\nBritish officers, and perhaps Sir John Colborne himself, winked at some\nthings which they could not officially recognize.At any rate, it is\nimpossible to acquit Colborne of all responsibility for the unsoldierly\nconduct of the men under his command.It is usual to regard the rebellion of 1837 in Lower Canada as no less\na fiasco than its counterpart in Upper Canada.The office is west of the garden.The bathroom is west of the office.There is no doubt that\nit was hopeless from the outset.{102} It was an impromptu movement,\nbased upon a sudden resolution rather than on a well-reasoned plan of\naction.Most of the leaders--Wolfred Nelson, Thomas Storrow Brown,\nRobert Bouchette, and Amury Girod--were strangers to the men under\ntheir command; and none of them, save Chenier, seemed disposed to fight\nto the last ditch.The movement at its inception fell under the\nofficial ban of the Church; and only two priests, the cures of St\nCharles and St Benoit, showed it any encouragement.The actual\nrebellion was confined to the county of Two Mountains and the valley of\nthe Richelieu.The districts of Quebec and Three Rivers were quiet as\nthe grave--with the exception, perhaps, of an occasional village like\nMontmagny, where Etienne P. Tache, afterwards a colleague of Sir John\nMacdonald and prime minister of Canada, was the centre of a local\nagitation.Yet it is easy to see that the rebellion might have been\nmuch more serious.But for the loyal attitude of the ecclesiastical\nauthorities, and the efforts of many clear-headed parish priests like\nthe Abbe Paquin of St Eustache, the revolutionary leaders might have\nbeen able to consummate their plans, and Sir John Colborne, with the\nsmall number of troops at {103} his disposal, might have found it\ndifficult to keep the flag flying.The rebellion was easily snuffed\nout because the majority of the French-Canadian people, in obedience to\nthe voice of their Church, set their faces against it.{104}\n\nCHAPTER X\n\nTHE LORD HIGH COMMISSIONER\n\nThe rebellions in Upper and Lower Canada profoundly affected public\nopinion in the mother country.That the first year of the reign of the\nyoung Queen Victoria should have been marred by an armed revolt in an\nimportant British colony shocked the sensibilities of Englishmen and\nforced the country and the government to realize that the grievances of\nthe Canadian Reformers were more serious than they had imagined.It\nwas clear that the old system of alternating concession and repression\nhad broken down and that the situation demanded radical action.The\nMelbourne government suspended the constitution of Lower Canada for\nthree years, and appointed the Earl of Durham as Lord High\nCommissioner, with very full powers, to go out to Canada to investigate\nthe grievances and to", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "John George Lambton, the first Earl of {105} Durham, was a wealthy and\npowerful Whig nobleman, of decided Liberal, if not Radical, leanings.He had taken no small part in the framing of the Reform Bill of 1832,\nand at one time he had been hailed by the English Radicals or Chartists\nas their coming leader.It was therefore expected that he would be\ndecently sympathetic with the Reform movements in the Canadas.At the\nsame time, Melbourne and his ministers were only too glad to ship him\nout of the country.There was no question of his great ability and\nstatesmanlike outlook.But his advanced Radical views were distasteful\nto many of his former colleagues; and his arrogant manners, his lack of\ntact, and his love of pomp and circumstance made him unpopular even in\nhis own party.The truth is that he was an excellent leader to work\nunder, but a bad colleague to work with.The Melbourne government had\nfirst got rid of him by sending him to St Petersburg as ambassador\nextraordinary; and then, on his return from St Petersburg, they got him\nout of the way by sending him to Canada.He was at first loath to go,\nmainly on the ground of ill health; but at the personal intercession of\nthe young queen he accepted the commission offered him.It was {106}\nan evil day for himself, but a good day for Canada, when he did so.Durham arrived in Quebec, with an almost regal retinue, on May 28,\n1838.Gosford, who had remained in Canada throughout the rebellion,\nhad gone home at the end of February; and the administration had been\ntaken over by Sir John Colborne, the commander-in-chief of the forces.As soon as the news of the suspension of the constitution reached Lower\nCanada, Sir John Colborne appointed a provisional special council of\ntwenty-two members, half of them French and half of them English, to\nadminister the affairs of the province until Lord Durham should arrive.The first official act of Lord Durham in the colony swept this council\nout of existence.The Douglas, who had bent his way\n    From Cambus-kenneth's Abbey gray,\n    Now, as he climb'd the rocky shelf,\n    Held sad communion with himself:--\n    \"Yes!all is true my fears could frame;\n    A prisoner lies the noble Graeme,\n    And fiery Roderick soon will feel\n    The vengeance of the royal steel.I, only I, can ward their fate,--\n    God grant the ransom come not late!The office is east of the hallway.The Abbess hath her promise given,\n    My child shall be the bride of Heaven;[296]--\n    --Be pardon'd one repining tear!For He, who gave her, knows how dear,\n    How excellent!but that is by,\n    And now my business is--to die.within whose circuit dread\n    A Douglas[297] by his sovereign bled;\n    And thou, O sad and fatal mound!The bedroom is west of the hallway.", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "[298]\n    That oft hast heard the death-ax sound,\n    As on the noblest of the land\n    Fell the stern headsman's bloody hand,--\n    The dungeon, block, and nameless tomb\n    Prepare--for Douglas seeks his doom!--\n    --But hark!what blithe and jolly peal\n    Makes the Franciscan[299] steeple reel?upon the crowded street,\n    In motley groups what maskers meet!Banner and pageant, pipe and drum,\n    And merry morris dancers[300] come.I guess, by all this quaint array,\n    The burghers hold their sports to-day.[301]\n    James will be there; he loves such show,\n    Where the good yeoman bends his bow,\n    And the tough wrestler foils his foe,\n    As well as where, in proud career,\n    The high-born tilter shivers spear.The office is east of the kitchen.I'll follow to the Castle-park,\n    And play my prize;--King James shall mark,\n    If age has tamed these sinews stark,[302]\n    Whose force so oft, in happier days,\n    His boyish wonder loved to praise.\"[296] \"Bride of Heaven,\" i.e., a nun.[297] William, eighth earl of Douglas, was stabbed by James II.while\nin Stirling Castle, and under royal safe-conduct.[298] \"Heading Hill,\" where executions took place.[299] A church of the Franciscans or Gray Friars was built near the\ncastle, in 1494, by James IV.[300] The morris dance was of Moorish origin, and brought from Spain\nto England, where it was combined with the national Mayday games.The\ndress of the dancers was adorned with party- ribbons, and little\nbells were attached to their anklets, armlets, or girdles.The dancers\noften personated various fictitious characters.[301] Every borough had its solemn play or festival, where archery,\nwrestling, hurling the bar, and other athletic exercises, were engaged\nin.The Castle gates were open flung,\n    The quivering drawbridge rock'd and rung,\n    And echo'd loud the flinty street\n    Beneath the coursers' clattering feet,\n    As slowly down the steep descent\n    Fair Scotland's King and nobles went,\n    While all along the crowded way\n    Was jubilee and loud huzza.And ever James was bending low,\n    To his white jennet's[303] saddlebow,\n    Doffing his cap to city dame,\n    Who smiled and blush'd for pride and shame.And well the simperer might be vain,--\n    He chose the fairest of the train.Gravely he greets each city sire,\n The bathroom is west of the kitchen.", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Behind the King throng'd peer and knight,\n    And noble dame, and damsel bright,\n    Whose fiery steeds ill brook'd the stay\n    Of the steep street and crowded way.--But in the train you might discern\n    Dark lowering brow, and visage stern:\n    There nobles mourn'd their pride restrain'd,\n    And the mean burgher's joys disdain'd;\n    And chiefs, who, hostage for their clan,\n    Were each from home a banish'd man,\n    There thought upon their own gray tower,\n    Their waving woods, their feudal power,\n    And deem'd themselves a shameful part\n    Of pageant which they cursed in heart.in France, James V.\nhad checked the lawless nobles, and favored the commons or burghers.Now, in the Castle-park, drew out\n    Their checker'd[305] bands the joyous rout.There morrisers, with bell at heel,\n    And blade in hand, their mazes wheel;\n    But chief, beside the butts, there stand\n    Bold Robin Hood[306] and all his band,--\n    Friar Tuck with quarterstaff and cowl,\n    Old Scathlock with his surly scowl,\n    Maid Marian, fair as ivory bone,\n    Scarlet, and Mutch, and Little John;[307]\n    Their bugles challenge all that will,\n    In archery to prove their skill.The Douglas bent a bow of might,--\n    His first shaft centered in the white,\n    And when in turn he shot again,\n    His second split the first in twain.From the King's hand must Douglas take\n    A silver dart,[308] the archer's stake;\n    Fondly he watch'd, with watery eye,\n    Some answering glance of sympathy,--\n    No kind emotion made reply!Indifferent as to archer wight,[309]\n    The Monarch gave the arrow bright.[305] In clothing of varied form and color.The hallway is north of the office.The bedroom is north of the hallway.[306] A renowned English outlaw and robber, supposed to have lived at\nthe end of the twelfth and beginning of the thirteenth century, and to\nhave frequented Sherwood Forest.Characters representing him and his\nfollowers were often introduced into the popular games.[307] All six were followers of Robin Hood.[308] The usual prize to the best shooter was a silver arrow.[309] A simple, ordinary archer.for, hand to hand,\n    The manly wrestlers take their stand.Two o'er the rest superior rose,\n    And proud demanded mightier foes,\n    Nor call'd in vain; for Douglas came.--For life is Hugh of Larbert lame;\n    Scarce better John of Alloa's fare,\n    Whom senseless home his comrades bear.Prize", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Douglas would speak, but in his breast\n    His struggling soul his words suppress'd;\n    Indignant then he turn'd him where\n    Their arms the brawny yeoman bare,\n    To hurl the massive bar in air.When each his utmost strength had shown,\n    The Douglas rent an earth-fast stone\n    From its deep bed, then heaved it high,\n    And sent the fragment through the sky,\n    A rood beyond the farthest mark;--\n    And still in Stirling's royal park,\n    The gray-haired sires, who know the past,\n    To strangers point the Douglas-cast,[310]\n    And moralize on the decay\n    Of Scottish strength in modern day.The bathroom is south of the kitchen.The vale with loud applauses rang,\n    The Ladies' Rock[311] sent back the clang.SCENE SEVENTH--WAR BETWEEN THE STATES.|The late civil war between the States of the American Union was the\ninevitable result of two civilizations under one government, which no\npower on earth could have prevented We place the federal and confederate\nsoldier in the same scale _per se_, and one will not weigh the other\ndown an atom.So even will they poise that you may mark the small allowance of the\nweight of a hair.But place upon the beam the pea of their actions while\nupon the stage, _on either side_, an the poise may be up or down.The kitchen is south of the garden.More than this, your orator has nothing to say of the war, except its\neffect upon the characters we describe.The bright blossoms of a May morning were opening to meet the sunlight,\nwhile the surrounding foliage was waving in the soft breeze ol spring;\non the southern bank of the beautiful Ohio, where the momentous events\nof the future were concealed from the eyes of the preceding generation\nby the dar veil of the coming revolutions of the globe.We see Cousin C\u00e6sar and Cliff Carlo in close counsel, upon the subject\nof meeting the expenses of the contest at law over the Simon estate, in\nthe State of Arkansas.Cliff Carlo was rather non-committal.Roxie Daymon was a near relative,\nand the unsolved problem in the case of compromise and law did not admit\nof haste on the part of the Carlo family.Compromise was not the forte\nof Cousin C\u00e6sar, To use his own words, \u201cI have made the cast, and will\nstand the hazard of the die.\u201d\n\nBut the enterprise, with surrounding circumstances, would have baffled a\nbolder man than C\u00e6sar Simon.The first gun of the war had been fired at\nFort Sumter, in South Carolina, on the 12th day of April, 1861.The President of the United States had called for seventy-five thousand\nwar-like men to rendezvous at Washington City, and form a _Praetorian_\nguard, to strengthen the arm of the government._To arms, to arms!_ was\nthe cry both", "question": "What is south of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The hallway is west of the office.The last lingering hope of peace between\nthe States had faded from the minds of all men, and the bloody crest of\nwar was painted on the horizon of the future.The border slave States,\nin the hope of peace, had remained inactive all winter.They now\nwithdrew from the Union and joined their fortunes with the South,\nexcept Kentucky--the _dark and bloody ground_ historic in the annals\nof war--showed the _white feather_, and announced to the world that her\nsoil was the holy ground of peace.This proclamation was _too thin_\nfor C\u00e6sar Simon.Some of the Carlo family had long since immigrated\nto Missouri.To consult with them on the war affair, and meet with an\nelement more disposed to defend his prospect of property, Cousin\nC\u00e6sar left Kentucky for Missouri.On the fourth day of July, 1861,\nin obedience to the call of the President, the Congress of the United\nStates met at Washington City.This Congress called to the contest five\nhundred thousand men; \u201c_cried havoc and let slip the dogs of war_,\u201d and\nMissouri was invaded by federal troops, who were subsequently put under\nthe command of Gen.About the middle of July we see Cousin C\u00e6sar\nmarching in the army of Gen.Sterling Price--an army composed of all\nclasses of humanity, who rushed to the conflict without promise of\npay or assistance from the government of the Confederate States of\nAmerica--an army without arms or equipment, except such as it gathered\nfrom the citizens, double-barreled shot-guns--an army of volunteers\nwithout the promise of pay or hope of reward; composed of men from\neighteen to seventy years of age, with a uniform of costume varying from\nthe walnut  roundabout to the pigeon-tailed broadcloth coat.The\nmechanic and the farmer, the professional and the non-professional,'\nthe merchant and the jobber, the speculator and the butcher, the country\nschoolmaster and the printer's devil, the laboring man and the dead\nbeat, all rushed into Price's army, seemingly under the influence of the\nwatchword of the old Jews, \u201c_To your tents, O Israeli_\u201d and it is a\nfact worthy of record that this unarmed and untrained army never lost a\nbattle on Missouri soil in the first year of the war.Jackson\nhad fled from Jefferson City on the approach of the federal army, and\nassembled the Legislature at Neosho, in the southwest corner of the\nState, who were unable to assist Price's army.The troops went into the\nfield, thrashed the wheat and milled it for themselves; were often upon\nhalf rations, and frequently lived upon roasting ears.Except the Indian\nor border war in Kentucky, fought by a preceding generation, the first\nyear of the war in Missouri is unparalleled in the history of war\non this continent.Price managed to subsist an army without\ngovernmental resources.The kitchen is east of the office.His men were never demoralized for the want of\nfood, pay or clothing, and were always cheerful, and frequently danced\n'round their camp-fires, bare-footed and ragged,", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Price wore nothing upon his shoulders but a brown linen duster, and, his\nwhite hair streaming in the breeze on the field of battle, was a picture\nresembling the _war-god_ of the Romans in ancient fable.* The so called battle of Boonville was a rash venture of\n     citizens, not under the command of Gen.This army of ragged heroes marched over eight hundred miles on Missouri\nsoil, and seldom passed a week without an engagement of some kind--it\nwas confined to no particular line of operations, but fought the enemy\nwherever they found him.The garden is east of the bathroom.It had started on the campaign without a\ndollar, without a wagon, without a cartridge, and without a bayonet-gun;\nand when it was called east of the Mississippi river, it possessed about\neight thousand bayonet-guns, fifty pieces of cannon, and four hundred\ntents, taken almost exclusively from the Federals, on the hard-fought\nfields of battle.When this army crossed the Mississippi river the star of its glory had\nset never to rise again.The kitchen is west of the bathroom.The invigorating name of _state rights_ was\n_merged_ in the Southern Confederacy.With this prelude to surrounding circumstances, we will now follow the\nfortunes of Cousin C\u00e6sar.Enured to hardships in early life, possessing\na penetrating mind and a selfish disposition, Cousin C\u00e6sar was ever\nready to float on the stream of prosperity, with triumphant banners, or\ngo down as _drift wood_.And whatever he may have lacked in manhood, he was as brave as a lion on\nthe battle-field; and the campaign of Gen.Price in Missouri suited no\nprivate soldier better than C\u00e6sar Simon.[B-134]\n\n[Footnote A-133: Page 193, Vol.Stephens then adds:\n\n   One look at that city is worth ten years of an every-day life.If\n   he is right, a place is left where Indians and an Indian city\n   exist as Cortez and Alvarado found them.There are living men who\n   can solve the mystery that hangs over the ruined cities of\n   America; perhaps, who can go to Copan and Palenque and read the\n   inscriptions on their monuments.*       *       *       *       *\n\nThe moon, long past the meridian, was sinking slowly to her western\ngoal, whilst the east was already beginning to blush and redden with the\ndawn.Before us rose high and clear three distinct mountain peaks,\ncovered with a mantle of snow.But our\npace did not slacken, nor our altitude diminish.On the contrary, we\nbegan to rise gradually, until we found ourselves nearly upon a level\nwith the three peaks.Selecting an opening or gap betwixt the two\nwesternmost, we glided through like the wind.I shivered and my teeth\nchattered as we skimmed along those everlasting snows.Here, thought I,\nthe condor builds his nest in summer, and the avalanches find a home.", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The eagle's wing has not strength enough to battle with this thin and\nfreezing atmosphere, and no living thing but \"the proud bird, the condor\nof the Andes,\" ever scaled these hoary summits.Gradually, as the morning broke, the region of ice\nand snow was left behind us, and just as the first ray of the rising sun\nshot over the peaks we had but a moment before surmounted, I beheld,\nglittering in the dim and shadowy distance, the white walls of a\nmagnificent city.The bedroom is south of the bathroom.An exclamation of surprise and pleasure involuntarily\nescaped my lips; but one glance at my companion checked all further\nutterance.She raised her rounded forefinger to her lip, and made a\ngesture, whose purport I well understood.We swept over forests and cornfields and vineyards, the city growing\nupon the vision every moment, and rising like the Mexican capital, when\nfirst beheld by Europeans from the bosom of a magnificent lake.The garden is north of the bathroom.Finally,\nwe found ourselves immediately above it, and almost at the same moment,\nbegan to descend.In a few seconds I stood alone, in a large open space,\nsurrounded upon all sides by lofty stone edifices, erected upon huge\npyramidal structures, that resembled the forest-covered mounds at\nPalenque.The day had fully dawned, but I observed no inhabitants.Presently a single individual appeared upon one of the towers near me,\nand gave a loud, shrill whistle, such as we sometimes hear in crowded\ntheatres.In an instant it was echoed and re-echoed a thousand times,\nupon every side, and immediately the immense city seemed to be awake, as\nif by magic.They poured by thousands into the open square, where I\nstood petrified with astonishment.Before me, like a vision of\nmidnight, marched by, in almost countless throngs, battalion on\nbattalion of a race of men deemed and recorded extinct by the wisest\nhistorians.They presented the most picturesque appearance imaginable, dressed\napparently in holiday attire, and keeping step to a low air, performed\non instruments emitting a dull, confused sound, that seldom rose so as\nto be heard at any great distance.They continued promenading the square, until the first level ray of\nsunshine fell upon the great Teocallis--as it was designated by the\nSpaniards--then with unanimous action they fell upon their faces,\nstriking their foreheads three times upon the mosaic pavement.Just as\nthey rose to their feet, I observed four persons, most gorgeously\ndressed, descending the steps of the Temple, bearing a palanquin, in\nwhich sat a single individual.My attention was at once arrested by her\nappearance, for she was a woman.She was arrayed in a _panache_, or\nhead-dress, made entirely of the plumage of the _Quezale_, the royal\nbird of Quiche.It was by far the most tasteful and becoming ornament to\nthe head I ever beheld, besides being the most magnificent.It is\nimpossible to describe the graceful movement of those waving plumes,", "question": "What is the bathroom south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The kitchen is west of the office.But the effect was greatly heightened\nby the constant change of color which they underwent.Blue and crimson,\nand orange and gold, were so blended that the eye was equally dazzled\nand delighted.But the utmost astonishment pervaded me, when, upon\nclosely scrutinizing her features, I thought I recognized the beautiful\nface of the Aztec Princess.Little leisure, however, was afforded me for\nthis purpose, for no sooner had her subjects, the assembled thousands,\nbowed with deferential respect to their sovereign, than a company of\ndrilled guards marched up to where I stood, and unresistingly made me\nprisoner.It is useless to attempt a full description of the imposing ceremony I\nhad witnessed, or to portray the appearance of those who took the most\nprominent parts.Their costume corresponded precisely with that of the\nfigures in _bas-relief_ on the sculptured monuments at Palenque.Each\nwore a gorgeous head-dress, generally of feathers, carried an instrument\ndecorated with ribbons, feathers and skins, which appeared to be a\nwar-club, and wore huge sashes of yellow, green, or crimson cotton\ncloth, knotted before and behind, and falling in graceful folds almost\nto the ground.Hitherto not a word had been spoken.The ceremony I had witnessed was a\nreligious one, and was at once interpreted by me to be the worship of\nthe sun.I remembered well that the ancient Peruvians were heliolaters,\nand my imagination had been dazzled when but a child by the gorgeous\ndescription given by the historian Robertson, of the great Temple of the\nSun at Cuzco.There the Incas had worshiped the God of Day from the\nperiod when Manco Capac came from the distant Island of Oello, and\ntaught the native Indians the rudiments of civilization, until the life\nof the last scion of royal blood was sacrificed to the perfidy of the\nSpanish invaders.These historical facts had long been familiar to my\nmind; but I did not recollect any facts going to show that the ancient\nAztecs were likewise heliolaters; but further doubt was now impossible.In perfect silence I was hurried up the stone steps of the great\nTeocallis, toward the palace erected upon its summit, into whose broad\nand lofty corridors we soon entered.These we traversed in several\ndirections, leaving the more outward and gradually approaching the\nheart or central apartments.Finally, I was ushered into one of the most magnificently decorated\naudience-chambers that the eye of man ever beheld.The office is west of the bathroom.\"That isn't the point at all, Peter.No man understands, no man can\nunderstand.It's woman's equality we want emphasized, just literally\nthat and nothing more.You've pauperized and degraded us long\nenough--\"\n\n\"Thou canst not say I--\" Peter began.\"Yes, you and every other man, every man in the world is a party to\nit.\"\"I had to get her going,\" Peter apologized to himself, \"in order to\nget a point of departure.Not if I vote for women, Beulah, dear,\" he", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\"If you throw your influence with us instead of against us,\" she\nconceded, \"you're helping to right the wrong that you have permitted\nfor so long.\"\"Well, granting your premise, granting all your premises, Beulah--and\nI admit that most of them have sound reasoning behind them--your\nbattle now is all over but the shouting.There's no reason that you\npersonally should sacrifice your last drop of energy to a campaign\nthat's practically won already.\"The hallway is north of the bedroom.\"If you think the mere franchise is all I have been working for,\nPeter,--\"\n\n\"I don't.I know the thousand and one activities you women are\nconcerned with.I know how much better church and state always have\nbeen and are bound to be, when the women get behind and push, if they\nthrow their strength right.\"Beulah rose enthusiastically to this bait and talked rationally and\nwell for some time.Just as Peter was beginning to feel that David and\nJimmie had been guilty of the most unsympathetic exaggeration of her\nstate of mind--unquestionably she was not as fit physically as\nusual--she startled him with an abrupt change into almost hysterical\nincoherence.\"I have a right to live my own life,\" she concluded, \"and\nnobody--nobody shall stop me.\"\"We are all living our own lives, aren't we?\"\"No woman lives her own life to-day,\" Beulah cried, still excitedly.\"Every woman is living the life of some man, who has the legal right\nto treat her as an imbecile.\"How about the suffrage states, how about the women\nwho are already in the proud possession of their rights and\nprivileges?They are not technical imbeciles any longer according to\nyour theory.Every woman will be a super-woman in\ntwo shakes,--so what's devouring you, as Jimmie says?\"\"It's after all the states have suffrage that the big fight will\nreally begin,\" Beulah answered wearily.\"It's the habit of wearing the\nyoke we'll have to fight then.\"\"The anti-feminists,\" Peter said, \"I see.Beulah, can't you give\nyourself any rest, or is the nature of the cause actually suicidal?\"To his surprise her tense face quivered at this and she tried to\nsteady a tremulous lower lip.\"I am tired,\" she said, a little piteously, \"dreadfully tired, but\nnobody cares.\"\"They only want to stop me doing something they have no sympathy with.What do Gertrude and Margaret know of the real purpose of my life or\nmy failure or success?They take a sentimental interest in my health,\nthat's all.Do you suppose it made any difference to Jeanne d'Arc how\nmany people took a sympathetic interest in her health if they didn't\nbelieve in what she believed in?\"\"I thought Eleanor would grow up to take an interest in the position\nof women, and to care about the things I cared about, but she's not\ngoing to.\"\"Not as fond as she is of Margaret.\"Peter longed to dispute this,The bedroom is north of the garden.", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"She's so lukewarm she might just as well be an anti.They drag us back like\nso much dead weight.\"\"I suppose Eleanor has been a disappointment to you,\" Peter mused,\n\"but she tries pretty hard to be all things to all parents, Beulah.You'll find she won't fail you if you need her.\"\"I shan't need her,\" Beulah said, prophetically.\"I hoped she'd stand\nbeside me in the work, but she's not that kind.She'll marry early and\nhave a family, and that will be the end of her.\"\"I wonder if she will,\" Peter said, \"I hope so.She still seems such\na child to me.The garden is west of the hallway.I believe in marriage, Beulah, don't you?\"I made a vow once that I would never\nmarry and I've always believed that it would be hampering and limiting\nto a woman, but now I see that the fight has got to go on.If there\nare going to be women to carry on the fight they will have to be born\nof the women who are fighting to-day.\"\"It doesn't make any difference why\nyou believe it, if you do believe it.\"\"It makes all the difference,\" Beulah said, but her voice softened.\"What I believe is more to me than anything else in the world,\nPeter.\"I understand your point of view, Beulah.The office is west of the garden.You\ncarry it a little bit too far, that's all that's wrong with it from my\nway of thinking.\"\"Will you help me to go on, Peter?\"Tell them that they're all wrong in\ntheir treatment of me.\"\"I think I could undertake to do that\"--Peter was convinced that a\nless antagonistic attitude on the part of her relatives would be more\nsuccessful--\"and I will.\"\"You're the only one who comes anywhere near knowing,\" she said, \"or\nwho ever will, I guess.I try so hard, Peter, and now when I don't\nseem to be accomplishing as much as I want to, as much as it's\nnecessary for me to accomplish if I am to go on respecting myself,\nevery one enters into a conspiracy to stop my doing anything at all.The only thing that makes me nervous is the way I am thwarted and\nopposed at every turn.\"Perhaps not, but you have something remarkably like _idee fixe_,\"\nPeter said to himself compassionately.He found her actual condition less dangerous but much more difficult\nthan he had anticipated.She was living wrong, that was the sum and\nsubstance of her malady.Her life was spent confronting theories and\ndiscounting conditions.She did not realize that it is only the\ninterest of our investment in life that we can sanely contribute to\nthe cause of living.Our capital strength and energy must be used for\nthe struggle for existence itself if we are to have a world of\nbalanced individuals.There is an arrogance involved in assuming\nourselves more humane than human that reacts insidiously on our health\nand morals.Peter, looking into the twitching hectic face before him\nwith the telltale glint of mania in the eyes,", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "He felt curiously\nresponsible for Beulah's condition.\"She wouldn't have run herself so far aground,\" he thought, \"if I had\nbeen on the job a little more.I remember one day waiting in the\ngreat gallery for the King's retiring, when he entered with all his family\nand the whole pack, who were escorting him.All at once all the dogs\nbegan to bark, one louder than another, and ran away, passing like ghosts\nalong those great dark rooms, which rang with their hoarse cries.The\nPrincesses shouting, calling them, running everywhere after them,\ncompleted a ridiculous spectacle, which made those august persons very\nmerry.--D'HEZECQUES, p.She was frequently recognised on her way through France, and always with\nmarks of pleasure and respect.It might have been supposed that the Princess would rejoice to leave\nbehind her the country which had been the scene of so many horrors and\nsuch bitter suffering.But it was her birthplace, and it held the graves\nof all she loved; and as she crossed the frontier she said to those around\nher, \"I leave France with regret, for I shall never cease to consider it\nmy country.\"She arrived in Vienna on 9th January, 1796, and her first\ncare was to attend a memorial service for her murdered relatives.After\nmany weeks of close retirement she occasionally began to appear in public,\nand people looked with interest at the pale, grave, slender girl of\nseventeen, dressed in the deepest mourning, over whose young head such\nterrible storms had swept.The Emperor wished her to marry the Archduke\nCharles of Austria, but her father and mother had, even in the cradle,\ndestined her hand for her cousin, the Duc d'Angouleme, son of the Comte\nd'Artois, and the memory of their lightest wish was law to her.Her quiet determination entailed anger and opposition amounting to\npersecution.Every effort was made to alienate her from her French\nrelations.She was urged to claim Provence, which had become her own if\nLouis XVIII.The bedroom is west of the kitchen.A pressure of opinion\nwas brought to bear upon her which might well have overawed so young a\ngirl.\"I was sent for to the Emperor's cabinet,\" she writes, \"where I\nfound the imperial family assembled.The ministers and chief imperial\ncounsellors were also present.When the Emperor invited me to\nexpress my opinion, I answered that to be able to treat fittingly of such\ninterests I thought, I ought to be surrounded not only by my mother's\nrelatives, but also by those of my father.Besides, I said, I\nwas above all things French, and in entire subjection to the laws of\nFrance, which had rendered me alternately the subject of the King my\nfather, the King my brother, and the King my uncle, and that I would yield\nobedience to the latter, whatever might be his commands.The garden is east of the kitchen.This declaration\nappeared very much to dissatisfy all who were present, and when they\nobserved that I was not to be shaken, they declared that my right being\nindependent of my will, my resistance", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "In their anxiety to make a German princess of Marie Therese, her imperial\nrelations suppressed her French title as much as possible.When, with\nsome difficulty, the Duc de Grammont succeeded in obtaining an audience of\nher, and used the familiar form of address, she smiled faintly, and bade\nhim beware.\"Call me Madame de Bretagne, or de Bourgogne, or de\nLorraine,\" she said, \"for here I am so identified with these\nprovinces--[which the Emperor wished her to claim from her uncle Louis\nXVIII.]--that I shall end in believing in my own transformation.\"After\nthese discussions she was so closely watched, and so many restraints were\nimposed upon her, that she was scarcely less a prisoner than in the old\ndays of the Temple, though her cage was this time gilded.Rescue,\nhowever, was at hand.accepted a refuge offered to him at Mittau by the\nCzar Paul, who had promised that he would grant his guest's first request,\nwhatever it might be.Louis begged the Czar to use his influence with the\nCourt of Vienna to allow his niece to join him.\"Monsieur, my brother,\"\nwas Paul's answer, \"Madame Royale shall be restored to you, or I shall\ncease to be Paul I.\"Next morning the Czar despatched a courier to Vienna\nwith a demand for the Princess, so energetically worded that refusal must\nhave been followed by war.Accordingly, in May, 1799, Madame Royale was\nallowed to leave the capital which she had found so uncongenial an asylum.In the old ducal castle of Mittau, the capital of Courland, Louis XVIII.and his wife, with their nephews, the Ducs d'Angouleme\n\n[The Duc d'Angonleme was quiet and reserved.The kitchen is south of the garden.He loved hunting as means of\nkilling time; was given to early hours and innocent pleasures.He was a\ngentleman, and brave as became one.He had not the \"gentlemanly vices\" of\nhis brother, and was all the better for it.He was ill educated, but had\nnatural good sense, and would have passed for having more than that had he\ncared to put forth pretensions.The hallway is south of the kitchen.Of all his family he was the one most ill\nspoken of, and least deserving of it.--DOCTOR DORAN.]and de Berri, were awaiting her, attended by the Abbe Edgeworth, as chief\necclesiastic, and a little Court of refugee nobles and officers.With\nthem were two men of humbler position, who must have been even more\nwelcome to Madame Royale,--De Malden, who had acted as courier to Louis\nXVI.during the flight to Varennes, and Turgi, who had waited on the\nPrincesses in the Temple.It was a sad meeting, though so long anxiously\ndesired, and it was followed on 10th June, 1799, by an equally sad\nwedding,--exiles, pensioners on the bounty of the Russian monarch,\nfulfilling an engagement founded", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "During the eighteen months of\ntranquil seclusion which followed her marriage, the favourite occupation\nof the Duchess was visiting and relieving the poor.In January, 1801, the\nCzar Paul, in compliance with the demand of Napoleon, who was just then\nthe object of his capricious enthusiasm, ordered the French royal family\nto leave Mittau.Their wanderings commenced on the 21st, a day of bitter\nmemories; and the young Duchess led the King to his carriage through a\ncrowd of men, women, and children, whose tears and blessings attended them\non their way.The Duc d'Angouleme took another route\nto join a body of French gentlemen in arms for the Legitimist cause.]The garden is east of the hallway.We\nare not afraid of the English in Africa, and not until every Boer in the\nTransvaal is killed will we stop fighting if they ever begin.Should war\ncome, and I pray that it will not, the Boers will march through English\nterritory to the Cape of Good Hope, or be erased from the face of the\nearth.\"Never was a man more sincere in his statements than the commissioner,\nand his companions supported his every sentence by look and gesture.Even the President gave silent approval to the sentiments expressed.\"Have you ever had any intention of securing Delagoa Bay from the\nPortuguese, in order that you might have a seacoast, as has been\nrumoured many times?\"Delagoa Bay, the finest\nharbour in Africa, is within a few miles of the Transvaal, and might be\nof great service to it in the event of war.The hallway is east of the bathroom.\"'Cursed be he who removes the landmarks of his neighbour,'\" quoted he.\"I never want to do anything that would bring the vengeance of God on\nme.We want our country, nothing more, nothing less.\"Asked to give an explanation of the causes of the troubles between\nEngland and the Transvaal, he said:\n\n\"Mr.Rhodes is the cause of all the troubles between our country and\nEngland.He desires to form all the country south of the Zambezi River\ninto a United States of South Africa, and before he can do this he must\nhave possession of the Transvaal and the Orange Free State.His aim in\nlife is to be President of the United States of South Africa.He\ninitiated the Jameson raid, and he has stirred up the spirit of\ndiscontent which is being shown by the Englishmen in the Transvaal.Our\nGovernment endeavours to treat every one with like favour, but these\nEnglishmen are never satisfied with anything we do.They want the\nEnglish flag to wave over the Transvaal territory, and nothing less.Rhodes spent millions of pounds in efforts to steal our country, and\nwill probably spend millions more.But we will never leave this land,\nwhich we found, settled, and protected.\"Then, rising from his chair and raising his voice, he continued slowly\nand deliberately:\n\n\"We will fight until not one Boer remains to defend our flag and\ncountry; our women and children will fight for their liberties; and even\nI, an old man, will take the gun which I have", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "But I hope there\nwill be no war.I want none and the Boers want none.If war comes, we\nshall not be to blame.I have done all in my power for peace, and have\ntaken many insults from Englishmen merely that my people might not be\nplunged into war.I hope that I may spend the rest of\nmy days in peace.\"The President's carriage had arrived in front of the cottage to convey\nhim to the Government Building, and the time had arrived for him to\nappear before one of the Volksraads.He displayed no eagerness to end\nthe interview, and continued it by asking me to describe the personality\nand ability of President McKinley.He expressed his admiration of\nformer President Cleveland, with whose Department of State he had some\ndealings while John Hays Hammond was confined in the Pretoria prison for\ncomplicity in the Jameson raid.His opinion of the Americans in South Africa was characteristic of the\nman.They are a magnificent people,\nbecause they favour justice.When those in our country are untainted\nwith English ideas I trust them implicitly, but there were a number of\nthem here in Jameson's time who were Americans in name only.\"He hesitated to send any message to the sister republic in America, lest\nhis English enemies might construe it to mean that he curried America's\nfavour.His friends finally persuaded him to make a statement, and he\ndictated this expression of good fellowship and respect:\n\n\"So long as the different sections of the United States live in peace\nand harmony, so long will they be happy and prosperous.My wish is that\nthe great republic in America may become the greatest nation on earth,\nand that she may continue to act as the great peace nation.I wish that\nprosperity may be hers and her people's, and in my daily prayers I ask\nthat God may protect her and bless her bounteously.\"It being far past the time for his appearance at the Government\nBuilding, the President ended the interview abruptly.He refilled his\npipe, bade farewell to us, and bustled from the room with all the vigour\nof a young man.On the piazza, he met his little, silver-haired wife,\nwho, with a half-knit stocking pendant from her fingers, was conversing\nwith the countrymen sitting on the benches.The President bent down and\nkissed her affectionately, then jumped into the carriage and was rapidly\nconveyed to the Government Building.The office is east of the hallway.When the dust obscured the\ncarriage and the cavalrymen attending it, one of my companions turned to\nme and remarked:\n\n\"Ah!The hallway is east of the kitchen.CHAPTER VII\n\n                           CECIL JOHN RHODES\n\n\nSixteen years ago Cecil J. Rhodes, then a man of small means and no\npolitical record, stood in a small Kimberley shop and looked for a long\ntime at a map of Africa which hung on the wall.An acquaintance who had\nwatched him for several minutes stepped up to Rhodes and asked whether\nhe was attempting to find the location of Kimberley.Rhodes", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The bathroom is east of the office.Cecil J. Rhodes on the piazza of his\nresidence, Groote Schuur, at Rondebosch, near Cape Town.]\"I will give you ten years to realize it,\" replied the friend.\"Give me ten more,\" said Rhodes, \"and then we'll have a new map.\"Three fourths of the required time has elapsed, and the full realization\nof Rhodes's dream must take place within the next four years.There\nremain only two small spaces on that part of the map which was covered\nby Rhodes's hand that are not British, and those are the Orange Free\nState and the South African Republic.Rhodes's success will come\nhand-in-hand with the death of the two republics.The life of the\nrepublics hinges on his failure, and good fortune has rarely deserted\nhim.Twenty-seven years ago Cecil Rhodes, then a tall, thin college lad, was\ndirected by his physician to go to South Africa if he wished to live\nmore than three years.He and his brother Herbert, the sons of the poor\nrector of Bishop Stortford, sailed for Durban, Natal, and reached that\nport while the diamond fever was at its height at Kimberley.49-50-55;\n    Triad rising at, i.72;\n    loss of Chinese city, i.17, 143, 145-147, 158.Simmons, Sir Lintorn, i.12-13, 16, 104-105, 166, 168-169;\n    his epitaph on Gordon, ii.148-149, 152-153;\n    proposed regulations, ii.7;\n    Convention, ii.74-75, 78, 84-87, 91, 94-98, 100-102.Soudan, meaning of name, i.141;\n    easily conquered, i.142;\n    slave trade in, _ibid._;\n    situation in, ii.97;\n    the, Gordon's views on, ii.111, _et seq._ _passim_;\n    people of, ii.127;\n    the home at, ii.Stanley, Mr H. M., ii.19, 50-52, 54, 56, 58-60, 78, 132.The garden is west of the office.Stead, Mr W. T., ii.142;\n    bullet marks on, ii.122, 125, 137, 141, 144;\n    leaves on _Abbas_, _ibid._;\n    fate of, ii.144-146;\n    should not have left Gordon, ii.162;\n    trammelled by his instructions, _ibid._;\n    returns to Jakdul, 163;\n    wounded, 164;\n    death of, 165;\n    his intention, 166.Suleiman, Zebehr's son, ii.10-14, 25-29;\n    execution of, ii.Sultan, proposal to surrender Soudan to the, ii.54-", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "50, 53-54, 59 (_see_ Chapter IV.The garden is west of the kitchen.);\n    capture Nanking, i.68;\n    march on Peking, i.69-70;\n    their military strength, i.75;\n    and the missionaries, i.Tewfik Pasha (Khedive), ii.31-32, 36, 106-109, 118, 125, 139.49, 62, 65;\n    occupies Nanking, i.68;\n    retires into his palace, i.71-72;\n    death of, i.40, 66, 68, 92, 94, 110, 116-117, 134.67-68, 72-73, 120.50-52, 54-55, 57.Vivian, Mr (afterwards Lord), ii.138-139, 154, 159, 161.Wilson, Sir Charles, succeeds to the command, ii.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.165;\n    his book \"Korti to Khartoum,\" _ibid._;\n    not to be made a scapegoat, 166;\n    the letter in his charge, _ibid._;\n    sails for Khartoum, 167;\n    under hot fire, _ibid._;\n    wrecked, _ibid._;\n    rescued by Lord C. Beresford, _ibid._;\n    the letter in his charge, _ibid._;\n    comparatively small measure of his responsibility, 172.Wittgenstein, Prince F. von, i.95, 96, 121, 125, 138;\n    receives message from Gordon, 151;\n    his letter of 24th July, 157;\n    largely responsible for Khartoum mission, _ibid._;\n    his address to the soldiers, 158;\n    his view of the expedition, 159;\n    receives full news of Gordon's desperate situation, 160;\n    his grand and deliberate plan, 161;\n    perfect but for--Time, _ibid._;\n    will risk nothing, 162;\n    his instructions to Sir Herbert Stewart, _ibid._;\n    sole responsibility of, 171;\n    ties Stewart's hands, _ibid._;\n    the real person responsible for death of Gordon and failure of\n      expedition, 172.10, 13, 32, 98, 101, 105, 110, 111,\n    118, 119, 124-26;\n    interview with Gordon, 128-29;\n    doubts as to his real attitude, 129-30;\n    letters to Miss Gordon, 130-32;\n    to Sir Henry Gordon, 132;\n    his power, 133.*       *       *       *       *\n\n\n[Transcriber's Notes:\n\nThe transcriber made the following changes to the", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "110, Madhi's --> Mahdi's\n  2. p.137, opinons -->opinions\n  3. p.142, trooops --> troops\n  4. p.144, beween --> between\n  5. p.149, Thoughout --> Throughout\n  6. p.153, Madhi --> Mahdi\n  7. p.The kitchen is east of the bedroom.166, Madhi --> Mahdi\n  8. p.178, returns to Cairo, 164; --> returns to Cairo, 163;\n 10. p.180, Hicks, Colonel, 102 --> Hicks, Colonel, ii.Great God, if he should desert--if he\ndeserts--he also goes to prison--two sons who----\n\nGEERT.Aren't you going to wish me a good voyage--or don't you think\nthat necessary?Yes, I'm coming----\n\nJO.I'm sorry for her, the poor thing.You gave him a\ntalking to, didn't you?[Picks a geranium from a flower\npot.]And you will\nthink of me every night, will you?Truus saw him hanging around the house.If that coward refuses to go,\nyour sitting at home won't help a damn.Don't forget your chewing tobacco\nand your cigars----\n\nGEERT.If you're too late--I'll never look at you again!I'll shout the whole village together if you don't\nimmediately run and follow Geert and Jo.If you can keep Geert from going--call him back!Have you gone crazy with fear, you big coward?The Good Hope is no good, no good--her ribs are\nrotten--the planking is rotten!----\n\nKNEIR.Don't stand there telling stories to excuse yourself.Simon, the ship carpenter--that drunken sot who can't speak\ntwo words.First you sign, then you\nrun away!Me--you may beat me to death!--but I won't go on an unseaworthy\nship!Hasn't the ship been lying in the\ndry docks?There was no caulking her any more--Simon----\n\nKNEIR.March, take your package of\nchewing tobacco.I'm not going--I'm not going.You don't know--you\ndidn't see it!The last voyage she had a foot of water in her hold!A ship that has just returned from her fourth\nvoyage to the herring catch and that has brought fourteen loads!Has\nit suddenly become unseaworthy, because you, you miserable coward,\nare going along?I looked in the hold--the barrels were\nfloating.The kitchen is west of the hallway.You can see death that is hiding down there.Bilge water, as in every ship!Tell that\nto your grandmother, not to an old sailor's wife.Skipper Hengst\nis a child, eh!Isn't Hengst going and Mees and Gerrit and Jacob\nand Nellis--your own brother and Truus' little Peter?Do you claim\nto know more than old seamen?I'm not going to\nstand it to see you taken aboard by the police----\n\nBAR.Oh, Mother dear, Mother dear, don't make", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Oh, God; how you have punished me in my children--my children\nare driving me to beggary.I've taken an advance--Bos has refused to\ngive me any more cleaning to do--and--and----[Firmly.]Well, then,\nlet them come for you--you'd better be taken than run away.Oh, oh,\nthat this should happen in my family----\n\nBAR.The hallway is south of the bathroom.You'll not get out----\n\nBAR.I don't know what I'm doing--I might hurt----\n\nKNEIR.Now he is brave, against his sixty year old mother----Raise\nyour hand if you dare![Falls on a chair shaking his head between his hands.]Oh, oh,\noh--If they take me aboard, you'll never see me again--you'll never\nsee Geert again----\n\nKNEIR.It's tempting God to rave this\nway with fear----[Friendlier tone.]Come, a man of your age must\nnot cry like a child--come!I wanted to surprise you with Father's\nearrings--come!Mother dear--I don't dare--I don't dare--I shall drown--hide\nme--hide me----\n\nKNEIR.If I believed a word of your talk,\nwould I let Geert go?There's a\npackage of tobacco, and one of cigars.Now sit still, and I'll put\nin your earrings--look--[Talking as to a child.]The bathroom is south of the office.--real silver--ships\non them with sails--sit still, now--there's one--there's two--walk\nto the looking glass----\n\nBAR.No--no!----\n\nKNEIR.Come now, you're making me weak for nothing--please,\ndear boy--I do love you and your brother--you're all I have on\nearth.Every night I will pray to the good God to bring you\nhome safely.You must get used to it, then you will become a brave\nseaman--and--and----[Cries.][Holds the\nmirror before him.]Look at your earrings--what?----\n\n1ST POLICEMAN.[Coming in through door at left, good-natured\nmanner.]Skipper Hengst has requested the Police----If you please,\nmy little man, we have no time to lose.The ship--is rotten----\n\n2ND POLICEMAN.Then you should not have\nmustered in.[Taps him kindly\non the shoulder.][Clings desperately to the\nbedstead and door jamb.]I shall\ndrown in the dirty, stinking sea!Oh God, Oh\nGod, Oh God![Crawls up against the wall, beside himself with terror.]The boy is afraid----\n\n1ST POLICEMAN.[Sobbing as she seizes Barend's hands.]Come now, boy--come\nnow--God will not forsake you----\n\nBAR.[Moaning as he loosens his hold, sobs despairingly.]You'll\nnever see me again, never again----\n\n1ST POLICEMAN.[", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Oh, oh----\n\nTRUUS.What was the matter,\nKneir?Barend had to be taken by the police.Oh, and now\nI'm ashamed to go walk through the village, to tell them good bye--the\ndisgrace--the disgrace----\n\n                                CURTAIN.A lighted lamp--the illuminated\nchimney gives a red glow.In their place\nshe found a faded calico dress and some ragged undergarments, which had\nonce belonged to a daughter of Mrs.\"Those clothes are not mine,\" said Althea.\"I had a pretty pink dress and a nice new skirt.These was the clothes you took off last night,\"\nsaid Mrs.\"I won't put this dress on,\" said the child, indignantly.\"Then you'll have to lay abed all day, and won't get nothing to eat,\"\nsaid the woman.\"Shure you're a quare child to ask your own mother's name.\"That's a quare name intirely.I'm afraid\nyou're gone crazy, Katy.\"Was it possible that she could be Katy Donovan,\nand that this red-faced woman was her mother?She began to doubt her own\nidentity.She could not remember this woman, but was it possible that\nthere was any connection between them?\"I used to live in New York with Mamma Mordaunt.\"\"Well, you're livin' in Brooklyn now with Mamma Donovan.\"\"Shure I shouldn't have sent you away from me to have you come home and\ndeny your own mother.\"\"Will you let me go to New York and see Mamma Mordaunt?\"asked Althea,\nafter a pause.The garden is west of the hallway.\"If you're a good girl, perhaps I will.Now get up, and I'll give you\nsome breakfast.\"With a shudder of dislike Althea arrayed herself in the dirty garments\nof the real Katy Donovan, and looked at her image in the cracked mirror\nwith a disgust which she could not repress.Hartley had suggested that her own garments should be taken away in\norder to make her escape less feasible.She opened the door, and entered the room in which Mrs.Donovan had set\nthe table for breakfast.As she came in at one door, Hugh Donovan entered at another.\"Come here, little gal,\" he said, with a grin.Althea looked at him with real terror.Certainly Hugh Donovan was not a\nman to attract a child.Althea at once thought of an ogre whom Dan had described to her in a\nfairy story, and half fancied that she was in the power of such a\ncreature.\"I don't want to,\" said the child, trembling.\"Go to your father, Katy,\" said Mrs.Althea shuddered at the idea, and she gazed as if\nfascinated at his one eye.\"Yes, come to your pa,\" said Donovan, jeeringly.The office is east of the hallway.\"I like little\ngals--'specially when they're my own.\"\"Yes, you be,", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The little girl began to cry in nervous terror, and Donovan laughed,\nthinking it a good joke.\"Well, it'll do after breakfast,\" he said.\"Sit up, child, and we'll see\nwhat the ould woman has got for us.\"The bedroom is east of the hallway.Donovan did not excel as a cook, but Althea managed to eat a little\nbread and butter, for neither of which articles the lady of the house\nwas responsible.When the meal was over she said:\n\n\"Now, will you take me back to New York?\"\"You are not going back at all,\" said Hugh.\"You are our little girl,\nand you are going to live with us.\"Althea looked from one to the other in terror.Was it possible they\ncould be in earnest?She was forced to believe it, and was overwhelmed\nat the prospect.She burst into a tempest of sobs.Hugh Donovan's face darkened, and his anger was kindled.\"Stop it now, if you know what's best for yourself!\"Althea was terrified, but she could not at once control her emotion.Her husband took it,\nand brandished it menacingly.\"Yes,\" said Althea, trembling, stopping short, as if fascinated.The office is west of the hallway.\"Then you'll feel it if you don't stop your howlin'.\"Althea gazed at him horror-stricken.\"I thought you'd come to your senses,\" he said, in a tone of\nsatisfaction.\"Kape her safe, old woman, till she knows how to behave.\"In silent misery the little girl sat down and watched Mrs.Donovan as\nshe cleared away the table, and washed the dishes.It was dull and\nhopeless work for her.Mordaunt and Dan,\nand wished she could be with them again.The thought so saddened her that she burst into a low moan, which\nat once drew the attention of Mrs.\"I can't help it,\" moaned Althea.See here, now,\" and the woman displayed the whip\nwith which her husband had threatened the child.\"I'll give ye something\nto cry for.\"\"Oh, don't--don't beat me!\"\"Ye want to run away,\" said Mrs.I mean I won't unless you let me.\"asked Althea, with her little heart\nsinking at the thought.\"No, Katy, you may go wid me when I go to the market,\" answered Mrs.\"Shure, if you'll be a good gal, I'll give you all the pleasure\nI can.\"Althea waited half an hour, and then was provided with a ragged\nsun-bonnet, with which, concealing her sad face, she emerged from the\nhouse, and walked to a small market, where Mrs.Donovan obtained her\nsupplies for dinner.Troubled as she was, Althea looked about her with a child's curiosity on\nher way through the strange streets.It served to divert her from her\nsorrow.\"Shure it's my little Katy,\" said the woman, with a significant wink\nwhich prevented further questioning.Althea wished to deny this, but she did not dare to.She had become\nafraid of her new guardians", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "She felt\nsure that he would take her away from these wicked people, but how was\nDan to know where she was.The poor child's lips quivered, and she could\nhardly refrain from crying.It was so late when Dan heard of Althea's disappearance that he felt it\nnecessary to wait till morning before taking any steps toward her\nrecovery.\"I'll find her, mother,\" he said, confidently.\"Do not lie awake\nthinking of her, for it won't do any good.\"I didn't know how much I loved the dear child\ntill I lost her.\"\"I am not so hopeful as you, Dan.I fear that I shall never see her\nagain.\"(_Pulls away best chair, and goes\nfor another._) No, no: shot if he shall have the best chair in the\nhouse!If he don't like it, he can lump it.CODDLE (_returns with a stool_).Here's the proper seat for you, you\npig!(_Shouts._) I offer you this with the greatest pleasure.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.(_Drops voice._) You intolerable\nold brute!WHITWELL (_bowing politely_).If you're ever my father-in-law, I'll\nshow you how to treat a gentleman.I'll give Eglantine to a coal-heaver\nfirst,--the animal!(_Shouts._) Pray be seated, (_drops voice_) and\nchoke yourself.One gets a very fine appetite after a hard day's\nsport.(_Drops voice._) Atrocious old ruffian!(_They sit._)\n\nWHITWELL (_shouts_).Will not Miss Coddle dine with us to-day?(_Shouts._) She's not well.This\nsoup is cold, I fear.(_Offers some._)\n\nWHITWELL.(_Bows courteously a refusal._)\n\nCODDLE.(_Shouts._) Nay, I insist.(_Drops voice._)\nIt's smoked,--just fit for you.(_Drops voice._) Old\nsavage, lucky for you I adore your lovely daughter!Shall I pitch this tureen at his head?--Jane!(_Enter JANE with\na dish._) Take off the soup, Jane.(_Puts dish on table._)\n\nWHITWELL (_shouts_).(_Puts partridge on his own plate._) Jane can't\nboil spinach.(_Helps WHITWELL to the spinach._)\n\nWHITWELL (_rises_).(_Drops voice._) Get rid of you\nall the sooner.--Jane, cigars.(_Crosses to R._)\n\nWHITWELL (_aside, furious_).JANE (_aside to WHITWELL_).Don't\nupset your fish-kittle.We'll have a little fun with the old\nsheep.JANE (_takes box from console, and offers it; shouts_).I hope they'll turn your\nstomick.CODDLE (_seizes her ear_).The office is west of the kitchen.(_Pulls her round._) I'm", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "I'm a\nmollycoddle, am I?You'll have a little fun out of the old sheep, will you?You\ntell me to shut up, eh?Clap me into an asylum, will you?(_Lets go her\near._)\n\nJANE.(_Crosses to L., screaming._)\n\n                          (_Enter EGLANTINE._)\n\nEGLANTINE.The bedroom is west of the bathroom.For heaven's sake, what _is_ the matter?WHITWELL (_stupefied_).Perfectly well, sir; and so it seems can you.I\nwill repeat, if you wish it, every one of those delectable compliments\nyou paid me five minutes since.WHITWELL (_to EGLANTINE_).Miss Coddle, has he\nbeen shamming deafness, then, all this time?A doctor cured his deafness only half\nan hour ago.Dear old master, was it kind to deceive me in this fashion?now ye can hear, I love you tenderer than\never.Tell you, you pig, you minx!I tell you to walk out of my house.CODDLE (_loud to WHITWELL_).You are an impostor,\nsir.EGLANTINE (_shrieks_).(_Hides her\nface in her hands._)\n\nWHITWELL.or I should have lost the rapture of\nthat sweet avowal.The hallway is east of the bathroom.Coddle, I love--I adore your daughter.You heard\na moment since the confession that escaped her innocent lips.Surely\nyou cannot turn a deaf ear to the voice of nature, and see us both\nmiserable for life.Remember, sir, you have now no deaf ear to turn.Give you my daughter after all your frightful\ninsults?Remember how you treated me, sir; and reflect, too, that you\nbegan it.Insults are not insults unless intended to be heard.For\nevery thing I said, I apologize from the bottom of my heart.CODDLE (_after a pause_)._Eglantine._ Papa, of course he does.Whittermat, I can't give my daughter to\na man I never heard of in my life,--and with such a preposterous name\ntoo!My name is Whitwell, my dear sir,--not Whittermat: nephew of\nyour old friend Benjamin Pottle.What did you tell me your name was Whittermat for?Some singular mistake, sir: I never did.Can't imagine how\nthe mistake could have occurred.Well, since you heard\nall _I_ said--Ha, ha, ha!For every Roland of mine you\ngave me two Olivers at least.Diamond cut diamond,--ha, ha, ha!All laugh heartily._)\n\nJANE.I never thought I'd live to see this happy day,\nmaster.Hold your tongue, you impudent cat!Mollycoddle,\nindeed!Coddle, you won't go for to turn off a faithful servant", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "(_Aside to WHITWELL._) That legacy's lost.(_To CODDLE._) Ah,\nmaster dear!you won't find nobody else as'll work their fingers to the\nbone, and their voice to a thread-paper, as I have: up early and down\nlate, and yelling and screeching from morning till night.Well, the\nhouse will go to rack and ruin when I'm gone,--that's one comfort.WHITWELL (_aside to JANE_).The money's yours, cash down, the day of my\nwedding.Well, well, Jane, I'll forgive you, for luck.But I wish you knew how to boil spinach.In such a state of\nthings as this no one can so easily gain the authority of unbounded\ninfluence as the military chief who leads his tribe to victory.And\nagain, that influence would be increased tenfold when the successful\nchief led them not only to victory but to conquest, when he was not\nonly a ruler but a founder, the man who had led his people to win for\nthemselves a new land, to create a new state, the prize of his sword\nand of theirs.Mere nobility of birth, however highly honoured, would\nbe but a feeble influence compared with either of these influences\nabove and below it.The hallway is west of the bedroom.I think that we may trace something of the results\nof these influences in the position of the oldest English nobility.That there was a difference between the noble and the common freeman,\nin Old-English phrase between the _Eorl_ and the _Ceorl_(28), is shown\nby countless allusions to the distinction in our earliest records.But\nit is by no means easy to say what the distinction really was.The bedroom is west of the bathroom.And,\nas we shall presently see that this primitive nobility gradually gave\nway to a nobility of quite another kind and founded on quite another\nprinciple, we may perhaps be inclined to think that, at least after the\nsettlement of the English in Britain, the privileges of the _Eorlas_\nwere little more than honorary.I need hardly say that a traditional\ndeference for high birth, a traditional preference for men of certain\nfamilies in the disposal of elective offices, may go on when birth\ncarries with it no legal privilege whatever.Nowhere has this been more\nstrikingly shown than in those democratic Cantons of Switzerland of\nwhich I have already spoken.In a commonwealth where magistrates were\nchosen yearly, where every freeman had an equal vote in their choice,\nit still happened that, year after year, the representatives of certain\nfamous houses were chosen as if by hereditary right.Such were the\nBarons of Attinghausen in Uri and the house of Tschudi in Glarus(29).And, whatever we say of such a custom in other ways, it was surely\nwell suited to have a good effect on the members of these particular\nfamilies; it was well suited to raise up in them a succession of men\nfitted to hold the high offices of the commonwealth.A man who knows\nthat, if he be at all worthy of a certain post of honour, he will be\nchosen to it before any other", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Our fathers then came into Britain, bringing with them the three\nelements of the primitive constitution which we find described by\nTacitus; but as I am inclined to think, the circumstances of the\nConquest did something, for a while at least, to strengthen the powers\nboth of the supreme chief and of the general body of the people at the\nexpense of the intermediate class of _Eorlas_ or nobles.Let us first\ntrace the origin and growth of the power of the supreme leader, in\nother words, the monarchic element, the kingly power.The question is much more easily asked than answered.The name\nof King has meant very different things in different times and places;\nthe amount of authority attached to the title has varied greatly in\ndifferent times and places.Still a kind of common idea seems to run\nthrough all its different uses; if we cannot always define a King,\nwe at least commonly know a King when we see him.The office is east of the garden.The King has, in\npopular sentiment at least, a vague greatness and sanctity attaching\nto him which does not attach to any mere magistrate, however high\nin rank and authority.I am not talking of the reason of the thing,\nbut of what, as a matter of fact, has at all times been the popular\nfeeling.Among the heathen Swedes, it is said that, when public affairs\nwent wrong,\u2014that is, in the state of things when we should now turn\na Minister out of office and when our forefathers some generations\nback would have cut off his head,\u2014they despised any such secondary\nvictims, and offered the King himself in sacrifice to the Gods(30).Such a practice certainly implies that our Scandinavian kinsfolk\nhad not reached that constitutional subtlety according to which the\nresponsibility of all the acts of the Sovereign is transferred to some\none else.They clearly did not, like modern constitution-makers, look\non the person of the King as inviolable and sacred.But I suspect\nthat the very practice which shows that they did not look on him as\ninviolable shows that they did look on him as sacred.Surely the reason\nwhy the King was sacrificed rather than any one else was because there\nwas something about him which there was not about any one else, because\nno meaner victim would have been equally acceptable to the Gods.On\nthe other hand\u2014to stray for a moment beyond the range of Teutonic and\neven of Aryan precedent\u2014we read that the ancient Egyptians forestalled\nthe great device of constitutional monarchy, that their priests,\nin a yearly discourse, dutifully attributed all the good that was\ndone in the land to the King personally and all the evil to his bad\ncounsellors(31).These may seem two exactly opposite ways of treating\na King; but the practice of sacrificing the King, and the practice of\ntreating the King as one who can do no wrong, both start from the\nsame principle, the principle that the King is, somehow or other,\ninherently different from everybody else.Our own Old-English Kings,\nlike all other Teutonic Kings, were anything but absolute rulers; the\nnation chose them and the nation could depose them; they couldThe bedroom is east of the office.", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Perhaps the distinction\nmainly consisted in a certain religious sentiment which attached\nto the person of the King, and did not attach to the person of any\ninferior chief.In heathen times, the Kings traced up their descent\nto the Gods whom the nation worshipped; in Christian times, they were\ndistinguished from lesser rulers by being admitted to their office\nwith ecclesiastical ceremonies; the chosen of the people became also\nthe Anointed of the Lord.The distinction between Kings and rulers of\nany other kind is strictly immemorial; it is as old as anything that\nwe know of the political institutions of our race.The office is north of the bathroom.He said he loved his\ndaughter as dearly as his life; he had many children, but he delighted\nin none so much as in her; he could not live if he did not see her\noften, as he would not if she were living with the whites, and he\nwas determined not to put himself in their hands.He desired no other\nassurance of friendship than his brother had given him, who had already\none of his daughters as a pledge, which was sufficient while she lived;\n\"when she dieth he shall have another child of mine.\"And then he broke\nforth in pathetic eloquence: \"I hold it not a brotherly part of your\nKing, to desire to bereave me of two of my children at once; further\ngive him to understand, that if he had no pledge at all, he should not\nneed to distrust any injury from me, or any under my subjection; there\nhave been too many of his and my men killed, and by my occasion there\nshall never be more; I which have power to perform it have said it; no\nnot though I should have just occasion offered, for I am now old and\nwould gladly end my days in peace; so as if the English offer me any\ninjury, my country is large enough, I will remove myself farther from\nyou.\"The bathroom is north of the garden.The old man hospitably entertained his guests for a day or two, loaded\nthem with presents, among which were two dressed buckskins, white as\nsnow, for his son and daughter, and, requesting some articles sent him\nin return, bade them farewell with this message to Governor Dale: \"I\nhope this will give him good satisfaction, if it do not I will go three\ndays' journey farther from him, and never see Englishmen more.\"It\nspeaks well for the temperate habits of this savage that after he had\nfeasted his guests, \"he caused to be fetched a great glass of sack, some\nthree quarts or better, which Captain Newport had given him six or seven\nyears since, carefully preserved by him, not much above a pint in all\nthis time spent, and gave each of us in a great oyster shell some three\nspoonfuls.\"We trust that Sir Thomas Dale gave a faithful account of all this to his\nwife in England.Sir Thomas Gates left Virginia in the spring of 1614 and never returned.After his departure scarcity and severity developed a mutiny, and six\nof the settlers were executed.Rolfe was planting tobacco (he has the\ncredit of being the first white planter of it), and his wife was getting\nan", "question": "What is north of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "In 1616 Sir Thomas Dale returned to England with his company and John\nRolfe and Pocahontas, and several other Indians.They reached Plymouth\nearly in June, and on the 20th Lord Carew made this note: \"Sir Thomas\nDale returned from Virginia; he hath brought divers men and women of\nthatt countrye to be educated here, and one Rolfe who married a daughter\nof Pohetan (the barbarous prince) called Pocahuntas, hath brought his\nwife with him into England.\"On the 22d Sir John Chamberlain wrote to\nSir Dudley Carlton that there were \"ten or twelve, old and young, of\nthat country.\"The Indian girls who came with Pocahontas appear to have been a great\ncare to the London company.In May, 1620, is a record that the company\nhad to pay for physic and cordials for one of them who had been living\nas a servant in Cheapside, and was very weak of a consumption.The same\nyear two other of the maids were shipped off to the Bermudas, after\nbeing long a charge to the company, in the hope that they might there\nget husbands, \"that after they were converted and had children, they\nmight be sent to their country and kindred to civilize them.\"The attempt to educate them in England was not\nvery successful, and a proposal to bring over Indian boys obtained this\ncomment from Sir Edwin Sandys:\n\n\"Now to send for them into England, and to have them educated here, he\nfound upon experience of those brought by Sir Thomas Dale, might be far\nfrom the Christian work intended.\"One Nanamack, a lad brought over by\nLord Delaware, lived some years in houses where \"he heard not much of\nreligion but sins, had many times examples of drinking, swearing and\nlike evils, ran as he was a mere Pagan,\" till he fell in with a\ndevout family and changed his life, but died before he was baptized.Accompanying Pocahontas was a councilor of Powhatan, one Tomocomo, the\nhusband of one of her sisters, of whom Purchas says in his \"Pilgrimes\":\n\"With this savage I have often conversed with my good friend Master\nDoctor Goldstone where he was a frequent geust, and where I have seen\nhim sing and dance his diabolical measures, and heard him discourse of\nhis country and religion.... Master Rolfe lent me a discourse which\nI have in my Pilgrimage delivered.And his wife did not only accustom\nherself to civility, but still carried herself as the daughter of a\nking, and was accordingly respected, not only by the Company which\nallowed provision for herself and her son, but of divers particular\npersons of honor, in their hopeful zeal by her to advance Christianity.I was present when my honorable and reverend patron, the Lord Bishop of\nLondon, Doctor King, entertained her with festival state and pomp beyond\nwhat I had seen in his great hospitality offered to other ladies.At\nher return towards Virginia she came at Gravesend to her end and grave,\nhaving given great demonstration of her Christian sincerity, as the\nfirst fruits of VirginiaThe office is west of the bedroom.The kitchen is west of the office.", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The hallway is east of the bathroom.Not such was Tomocomo, but a blasphemer of what he knew\nnot and preferring his God to ours because he taught them (by his own\nso appearing) to wear their Devil-lock at the left ear; he acquainted me\nwith the manner of that his appearance, and believed that their Okee or\nDevil had taught them their husbandry.\"Upon news of her arrival, Captain Smith, either to increase his own\nimportance or because Pocahontas was neglected, addressed a letter or\n\"little booke\" to Queen Anne, the consort of King James.This letter is\nfound in Smith's \"General Historie\" ( 1624), where it is introduced\nas having been sent to Queen Anne in 1616.We find no mention of its receipt or of any acknowledgment of\nit.Whether the \"abstract\" in the \"General Historie\" is exactly like\nthe original we have no means of knowing.We have no more confidence in\nSmith's memory than we have in his dates.The letter is as follows:\n\n\"To the most high and vertuous Princesse Queene Anne of Great Brittaine.In the sculpture he is pictured surrounded by the _Sun_\nas his protecting spirit.The escutcheon of Uxmal shows that he called\nthe place he governed the land of the Sun.In the bas-reliefs of the\nQueen's chamber at Chichen his followers are seen to render homage to\nthe _Sun_; others, the friends of MOO, to the _Serpent_.So, in Mayab as\nin Egypt, the _Sun_ and _Serpent_ were inimical.The bedroom is east of the hallway.In Egypt again this\nenmity was a myth, in Mayab a reality.AROERIS was the brother of Osiris, Isis and Typho.His business seems to\nhave been that of a peace-maker.CAY was also the brother of _Chaacmol_, _Moo_ and _Aac_.He was the high\npontiff, and sided with Chaacmol and Moo in their troubles, as we learn\nfrom the mural paintings, from his head and flayed body serving as\ntrophy to Aac as I have just said.In June last, among the ruins of _Uxmal_, I discovered a magnificent\nbust of this personage; and I believe I know the place where his remains\nare concealed.NEPHTHIS was the sister of Isis, Osiris, Typho, and Aroeris, and the\nwife of Typho; but being in love with Osiris she managed to be taken to\nhis embraces, and she became pregnant.That intrigue having been\ndiscovered by Isis, she adopted the child that Nephthis, fearing the\nanger of her husband, had hidden, brought him up as her own under the\nname of Anubis.Nephthis was also called NIKE by some.NIC or NICTE was the sister of _Chaacmol_, _Moo_, _Aac_, and _Cay_, with\nwhose name I find always her name associated in the sculptures on the\nmonuments.Here the analogy between these personages would seem to\ndiffer, still further study of", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "_Nic_ or _Nicte_[TN-33] means\nflower; a cast of her face, with a flower sculptured on one cheek,\nexists among my collections.We are told that three children were born to Isis and Osiris: Horus,\nMacedo, and Harpocrates.Well, in the scene painted on the walls of\nChaacmol's funeral chamber, in which the body of this warrior is\nrepresented stretched on the ground, cut open under the ribs for the\nextraction of the heart and visceras, he is seen surrounded by his wife,\nhis sister NIC, his mother _Zo[c]_, and four children.I will close these similes by mentioning that _Thoth_ was reputed the\npreceptor of Isis; and said to be the inventor of letters, of the art of\nreckoning, geometry, astronomy, and is represented in the hieroglyphs\nunder the form of a baboon (cynocephalus).He is one of the most ancient\ndivinities among the Egyptians.He had also the office of scribe in the\nlower regions, where he was engaged in noting down the actions of the\ndead, and presenting or reading them to Osiris.One of the modes of\nwriting his name in hieroglyphs, transcribed in our common letters,\nreads _Nukta_; a word most appropriate and suggestive of his attributes,\nsince, according to the Maya language, it would signify to understand,\nto perceive, _Nuctah_: while his name Thoth, maya[TN-34] _thot_ means to\nscatter flowers; hence knowledge.In the temple of death at Uxmal, at\nthe foot of the grand staircase that led to the sanctuary, at the top of\nwhich I found a sacrificial altar, there were six cynocephali in a\nsitting posture, as Thoth is represented by the Egyptians.They were\nplaced three in a row each side of the stairs.Between them was a\nplatform where a skeleton, in a kneeling posture, used to be.To-day the\ncynocephali have been removed.The kitchen is north of the bedroom.The office is south of the bedroom.They are in one of the yard[TN-35] of the\nprincipal house at the Hacienda of Uxmal.The statue representing the\nkneeling skeleton lays, much defaced, where it stood when that ancient\ncity was in its glory.In the mural paintings at Chichen-Itza, we again find the baboon\n(Cynocephalus) warning Moo of impending danger.She is pictured in her\nhome, which is situated in the midst of a garden, and over which is seen\nthe royal insignia.A basket, painted blue, full of bright oranges, is\nsymbolical of her domestic happiness.Before\nher is an individual pictured physically deformed, to show the ugliness\nof his character and by the flatness of his skull, want of moral\nqualities, (the[TN-36] proving that the learned men of Mayab understood\nphrenology).He is in an persuasive attitude; for he has come to try to\nseduce her in the name of another.She rejects", "question": "What is north of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "In a tree, just above the head of the\nman, is an ape.His hand is open and outstretched, both in a warning and\nthreatening position.A serpent (_can_), her protecting spirit, is seen\nat a short distance coiled, ready to spring in her defense.The garden is south of the office.Near by is\nanother serpent, entwined round the trunk of a tree.He has wounded\nabout the head another animal, that, with its mouth open, its tongue\nprotruding, looks at its enemy over its shoulder.Blood is seen oozing\nfrom its tongue and face.This picture forcibly recalls to the mind the\nmyth of the garden of Eden.For here we have the garden, the fruit, the\nwoman, the tempter.As to the charmed _leopard_ skin worn by the African warriors to render\nthem invulnerable to spears, it would seem as if the manner in which\nChaacmol met his death, by being stabbed with a spear, had been known\nto their ancestors; and that they, in their superstitious fancies, had\nimagined that by wearing his totem, it would save them from being\nwounded with the same kind of weapon used in killing him.Let us not\nlaugh at such a singular conceit among uncivilized tribes, for it still\nprevails in Europe.On many of the French and German soldiers, killed\nduring the last German war, were found talismans composed of strips of\npaper, parchment or cloth, on which were written supposed cabalistic\nwords or the name of some saint, that the wearer firmly believed to be\npossessed of the power of making him invulnerable.I am acquainted with many people--and not ignorant--who believe that by\nwearing on their persons rosaries, made in Jerusalem and blessed by the\nPope, they enjoy immunity from thunderbolts, plagues, epidemics and\nother misfortunes to which human flesh is heir.That the Mayas were a race autochthon on this western continent and did\nnot receive their civilization from Asia or Africa, seems a rational\nconclusion, to be deduced from the foregoing FACTS.If we had nothing\nbut their _name_ to prove it, it should be sufficient, since its\netymology is only to be found in the American Maya language.The kitchen is north of the office.They cannot be said to have been natives of Hindostan; since we are told\nthat, in very remote ages, _Maya_, a prince of the Davanas, established\nhimself there.We do not find the etymology of his name in any book\nwhere mention is made of it.Boyd would have first been\nobliged to come in to Winton.Out on the sidewalk, she tore open the envelope, not heeding Patience's\ncurious demands.It was from her uncle, and read--\n\n\"Have some one meet the afternoon train Saturday, am sending you an aid\ntowards your summer's outings.\"\"Oh,\" Pauline said, \"do hurry, Patience.I want to get home as fast as\nI can.\"CHAPTER IV\n\nBEGINNINGS\n\nSunday afternoon, Pauline and Patience drove over to The Maples to see\nHil", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "They stopped, as they went by, at the postoffice for Pauline\nto mail a letter to her uncle, which was something in the nature of a\nvery enthusiastic postscript to the one she had written him Friday\nnight, acknowledging and thanking him for his cheque, and telling him\nof the plans already under discussion.\"And now,\" Patience said, as they turned out of the wide main street,\n\"we're really off.I reckon Hilary'll be looking for us, don't you?\"The bathroom is east of the hallway.\"I presume she will,\" Pauline answered.\"Maybe she'll want to come back with us.\"She knows mother wants her to stay the week\nout.Listen, Patty--\"\n\nPatience sat up and took notice.When people Pattied her, it generally\nmeant they had a favor to ask, or something of the sort.\"Remember, you're to be very careful not to let Hilary\nsuspect--anything.\"\"Won't she like it--all, when she does know?\"\"It's like having a fairy godmother,\nisn't it?If you'd had three wishes, Paul, wouldn't\nyou've chosen--\"\n\n\"You'd better begin quieting down, Patience, or Hilary can't help\nsuspecting something.\"\"If she knew--she wouldn't stay a single\nday longer, would she?\"\"That's one reason why she mustn't know.\"\"When will you tell her; or is mother going to?\"See here, Patience, you may drive--if you won't hi\nyi.\"\"Please, Paul, let me, when we get to the avenue.It's stupid coming\nto a place, like Fanny'd gone to sleep.\"\"Not before--and only once then,\" Pauline stipulated, and Patience\npossessed her soul in at least a faint semblance of patience until they\nturned into the avenue of maples.Then she suddenly tightened her hold\non the reins, bounced excitedly up and down, crying sharply--\"Hi yi!\"Fanny instantly pricked up her ears, and, what was more to the purpose,\nactually started into what might almost have been called a trot.Patience said proudly, as they turned into the yard.\"I heard Impatience urging her\nRosinante on,\" she laughed.\"Why didn't you let her drive all the way,\nPaul?\"We've been pretty nearly since dinner getting here, it seems to me,\"\nPatience declared.\"We had to wait for Paul to write a letter first\nto--\"\n\n\"Are you alone?\"Pauline broke in hurriedly, asking the first question\nthat came into her mind.The bedroom is east of the bathroom.Boyd's asleep in the\nsitting-room, and Mrs.Boyd's taking a nap up-stairs in her own room.\"\"_Have_ you brought me something to read?I've finished both the books\nI brought with me, and gone through a lot of magazines--queer old\nthings, that Mrs.\"Then you've done very wrong,\" Pauline told her severely, leading Fanny\nover to a shady spot at one side of the yard and tying her to the\nfence--a quite unnecessary act", "question": "What is the bathroom west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Pauline came back, carrying a small paper-covered parcel.Hilary cried, taking it eagerly and sitting down on the steps.Even more than her sisters, she had\ninherited her father's love of books, and a new book was an event at\nthe parsonage.\"Oh,\" she cried again, taking off the paper and\ndisclosing the pretty tartan cover within, \"O Paul!The bathroom is east of the garden.Don't you remember those bits we read in those odd\nmagazines Josie lent us?\"I reckon mother told father about it; I saw her\nfollowing him out to the gig yesterday morning.\"They went around to the little porch leading from Hilary's room, always\na pleasant spot in the afternoons.\"Why,\" Patience exclaimed, \"it's like an out-door parlor, isn't it?\"There was a big braided mat on the floor of the porch, its colors\nrather faded by time and use, but looking none the worse for that, a\ncouple of rockers, a low stool, and a small table, covered with a bit\nof bright cretonne.On it stood a blue and white pitcher filled with\nfield flowers, beside it lay one or two magazines.Just outside,\nextending from one of the porch posts to the limb of an old cherry\ntree, hung Hilary's hammock, gay with cushions.\"Shirley did it yesterday afternoon,\" Hilary explained.\"She was over\nhere a good while.Boyd let us have the things and the chintz for\nthe cushions, Shirley made them, and we filled them with hay.\"Pauline, sitting on the edge of the low porch, looked about her with\nappreciative eyes.\"How pleasant and cozy it is, and after all, it\nonly took a little time and trouble.\"Hilary laid her new book on the table.\"How soon do you suppose we can\ngo over to the manor, Paul?I imagine the Dayres have fixed it up\nmighty pretty.He and Shirley\nare ever so--chummy.He's Shirley Putnam Dayre, and she's Shirley\nPutnam Dayre, Junior.So he calls her 'Junior' and she calls him\n'Senior.'He's an artist,\nthey've been everywhere together.And, Paul, they think Winton is\ndelightful.The bedroom is west of the garden.Dayre says the village street, with its great\noverhanging trees, and old-fashioned houses, is a picture in itself,\nparticularly up at our end, with the church, all ivy-covered.He means\nto paint the church sometime this summer.\"\"It would make a pretty picture,\" Pauline said thoughtfully.\"Hilary,\nI wonder--\"\n\n\"So do I,\" Hilary said.\"Still, after all, one would like to see\ndifferent places--\"\n\n\"And love only one,\" Pauline added; she turned to her sister.\"You are\nbetter, aren't you--already?\"Shirley's promised to take me out on the lake soon.She's going to be friends with us, Paul--really friends.She says we\nmust call her 'Shirley,' that", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"I think it's nice--being called 'Miss,'\" Patience remarked, from where\nshe had curled herself up in the hammock.\"I suppose she doesn't want\nit, because she can have it--I'd love to be called 'Miss Shaw.'\"The baby, who had been for some time quietly sitting upon his mother's\nlap, looking wonderingly at the fire--his teeth appeared to trouble him\nless since he got rid of the eggs and bacon and potatoes--now began to\nnod and doze, which Easton perceiving, suggested that the infant should\nnot be allowed to go to sleep with an empty stomach, because it would\nprobably wake up hungry in the middle of the night.He therefore woke\nhim up as much as possible and mashed a little of the bread and toasted\ncheese with a little warm milk.Then taking the baby from Ruth he\nbegan to try to induce it to eat.As soon, however, as the child\nunderstood his object, it began to scream at the top of its voice,\nclosing its lips firmly and turning its head rapidly from side to side\nevery time the spoon approached its mouth.It made such a dreadful\nnoise that Easton at last gave in.He began to walk about the room\nwith it, and presently the child sobbed itself to sleep.After putting\nthe baby into its cradle Ruth set about preparing Easton's breakfast\nand packing it into his basket.The hallway is west of the garden.This did not take very long, there\nbeing only bread and butter--or, to be more correct, margarine.Then she poured what tea was left in the tea-pot into a small saucepan\nand placed it on the top of the oven, but away from the fire, cut two\nmore slices of bread and spread on them all the margarine that was\nleft; then put them on a plate on the table, covering them with a\nsaucer to prevent them getting hard and dry during the night.Near the\nplate she placed a clean cup and saucer and the milk and sugar.In the morning Easton would light the fire and warm up the tea in the\nsaucepan so as to have a cup of tea before going out.If Ruth was\nawake and he was not pressed for time, he generally took a cup of tea\nto her in bed.Nothing now remained to be done but to put some coal and wood ready in\nthe fender so that there would be no unnecessary delay in the morning.The baby was still sleeping and Ruth did not like to wake him up yet to\ndress him for the night.The garden is west of the bedroom.Easton was sitting by the fire smoking, so\neverything being done, Ruth sat down at the table and began sewing.Presently she spoke:\n\n'I wish you'd let me try to let that back room upstairs: the woman next\ndoor has got hers let unfurnished to an elderly woman and her husband\nfor two shillings a week.If we could get someone like that it would\nbe better than having an empty room in the house.''And we'd always have them messing about down here, cooking and washing\nand one thing and another,' objected Easton; 'they'd be more trouble\nthan they way worth.''Well, we", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The kitchen is north of the bedroom.There's Mrs Crass across the road\nhas got two lodgers in one room.They pay her twelve shillings a week\neach; board, lodging and washing.That's one pound four she has coming\nin reglar every week.If we could do the same we'd very soon be out of\ndebt.'You'd never be able to do the work even\nif we had the furniture.''Oh, the work's nothing,' replied Ruth, 'and as for the furniture,\nwe've got plenty of spare bedclothes, and we could easily manage\nwithout a washstand in our room for a bit, so the only thing we really\nwant is a small bedstead and mattress; we could get them very cheap\nsecond-hand.''There ought to be a chest of drawers,' said Easton doubtfully.'I don't think so,' replied Ruth.'There's a cupboard in the room and\nwhoever took it would be sure to have a box.''Well, if you think you can do the work I've no objection,' said\nEaston.'It'll be a nuisance having a stranger in the way all the\ntime, but I suppose we must do something of the sort or else we'll have\nto give up the house and take a couple of rooms somewhere.That would\nbe worse than having lodgers ourselves.'Let's go and have a look at the room,' he added, getting up and taking\nthe lamp from the wall.They had to go up two flights of stairs before arriving at the top\nlanding, where there were two doors, one leading into the front\nroom--their bedroom--and the other into the empty back room.These two\ndoors were at right angles to each other.The wallpaper in the back\nroom was damaged and soiled in several places.'There's nearly a whole roll of this paper on the top of the cupboard,'\nsaid Ruth.We could hang up a\nfew almanacks on the walls; our washstand could go there by the window;\na chair just there, and the bed along that wall behind the door.It's\nonly a small window, so I could easily manage to make a curtain out of\nsomething.I'm sure I could make the room look quite nice without\nspending hardly anything.'It was the same pattern as that\non the wall.The latter was a good deal faded, of course, but it would\nnot matter much if the patches showed a little.'Do you think you know anyone who would take it?''But I'll mention it to one or two of the\nchaps on the job; they might know of someone.''And I'll get Mrs Crass to ask her lodgers: p'raps they might have a\nfriend what would like to live near them.'So it was settled; and as the fire was nearly out and it was getting\nlate, they prepared to retire for the night.The baby was still\nsleeping so Easton lifted it, cradle and all, and carried it up the\nnarrow staircase into the front bedroom, Ruth leading the way, carrying\nthe lamp and some clothes for the child.So that the infant might be\nwithin easy reach of its mother during the night, twoThe bedroom is north of the garden.", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "'Now we've forgot the clock,' said Easton, pausing.He was half\nundressed and had already removed his slippers.'I'll slip down and get it,' said Ruth.'Never mind, I'll go,' said Easton, beginning to put his slippers on\nagain.The kitchen is north of the garden.I'll get it,'\nreplied Ruth who was already on her way down.'I don't know as it was worth the trouble of going down,' said Ruth\nwhen she returned with the clock.'It stopped three or four times\ntoday.''Well, I hope it don't stop in the night,' Easton said.'It would be a\nbit of all right not knowing what time it was in the morning.I\nsuppose the next thing will be that we'll have to buy a new clock.'He woke several times during the night and struck a match to see if it\nwas yet time to get up.At half past two the clock was still going and\nhe again fell asleep.The next time he work up the ticking had ceased.It was still very dark, but that was\nnothing to go by, because it was always dark at six now.He was wide\nawake: it must be nearly time to get up.Of course the items are not\nreckoned at the extreme prices prevailing in the winter of 1914-1915,\nbut they could often be bought for less, so that it is a fair average.It will be seen that oats form the biggest part, for the reason\naforesaid, that they are better than other kinds of corn.The office is south of the garden.A little long hay should be given at night--more when there is snow on\nthe ground--the other mixture divided into two feeds per day, morning\nand evening, unless showing is contemplated in the early Spring, when,\nof course, an extra feed will be given at mid-day.The fashion has changed during the past few years as regards hay for\nhorses.Meadow hay is regarded, and rightly so, as too soft, so hard\nseeds are invariably chosen by grooms or owners who want value for\nmoney.It is quite easy to ascertain which a horse likes best by putting some\ngood hard mixture and equally well-gotten meadow hay side by side in\nfront of him.He will certainly eat that first which he likes best, and\nit will be found to be the harder mixture.The quantities mentioned\nare for foals which lie out or run on pasture.The best place for wintering them is in a paddock or field, with a\nroomy shed open to the south.A yard, walled or slabbed on three sides,\nthe south again being open to the field, with doors wide enough to\nadmit a cart, is a very useful addition to the shed, as it is then\npossible to shut the youngsters in when necessary.Both yard and shed should be kept littered, if straw is plentiful, but\nif not the shed should contain a good bedding of peat-moss litter.No\noverhead racks should be used, but one on the same level as the manger,\nso that no seeds drop out of the rack into the colt\u2019s eyes.It will be found that foals reared in", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "To see them lying quite flat and\nfast asleep, looking as if dead, is a pretty sure sign that they are\nthriving.They will often snore quite loudly, so that a novice may\nconsider that they are ill.Rock salt should be within reach for them to lick, together with good\nclean water.The bedroom is west of the kitchen.If a trough is used for the latter it should be cleaned\nout at intervals, and if a pond or ditch is the drinking place, there\nshould be a stone mouth so as to avoid stalking in the mud.A healthy\nhorse is a hungry horse, therefore the feed should be cleaned up before\nthe next is put in.This must be noted in the case of foals just\nweaned.Any left over should be taken away and given to older horses,\nso that the little ones receive a sweet and palatable meal.Condition and bloom may be obtained by adding a small quantity of\nboiled barley or a handful of linseed meal to the food above mentioned,\nwhile horses lying in should have a boiled linseed and bran mash about\nonce a week.It should be remembered, as before stated, that horses are not like\ncattle, sheep, or pigs, being fattened to be killed.They have a\ncomparatively long life in front of them, so that it is necessary to\nbuild up a good constitution.Then they may change hands many times,\nand if they pass from where cooked foods and condiments are largely\nused to where plain food is given they are apt to refuse it and lose\nflesh in consequence, thus leading the new owner to suppose that he\nhas got a bad bargain.Reference has already been made to the pernicious system of stuffing\nshow-animals, and it is not often that farmers err in this direction.They are usually satisfied with feeding their horses on sound and\nwholesome home-grown food without purchasing costly extras to make\ntheir horses into choice feeders.It is always better for the breeder of any class of stock if the\nanimals he sells give satisfaction to the purchasers, and this is\nparticularly true of Shire horses.A doubtful breeder or one which is\nnot all that it should be may be fattened up and sold at more than its\nmarket value, but the buyer would not be likely to go to the same man\nif he wanted another horse, therefore it is better to gain a reputation\nfor honest dealing and to make every effort to keep it.It might be here mentioned that it is not at all satisfactory to rear\na Shire foal by itself, even if it will stay in its paddock.It never\nthrives as well as when with company, and often stands with its head\ndown looking very mopish and dull, therefore the rearing of Shires is\nnot a suitable undertaking for a small holder, although he may keep\na good brood-mare to do most of his work and sell her foal at weaning\ntime.The office is west of the bedroom.In the absence of a second foal a donkey is sometimes used as a\ncompanion to a single one, but he is a somewhat unsatisfactory\nplayfellow, therefore the farmer with only one had far better sell it\nstraight from the teat, or if he has suitable", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Of course, two\nwill need more food than one, but no more journeys will be required to\ncarry it to the manger.Care should be taken, however, to buy one quite\nas good, and if possible better, than the home-bred one.If they are to make geldings the colour should match, but if for\nbreeding purposes the colour need not necessarily be the same.Except\nfor making a working gelding, however, chestnuts should be avoided.It\nis not a desirable colour to propagate, so one can breed enough of that\nshade without buying one.A remark which may be also made with regard\nto unsound ones, viz.that most horse-breeders get enough of them\nwithout buying.During their second summer--that is as yearlings--Shires not wanted for\nshow purposes should be able to do themselves well at grass, supposing\nthe land is of average quality and not overstocked, but if the soil\nis very poor it may be necessary to give a small feed once a day, of\nwhich pulped mangolds may form a part if they are plentiful.This extra\nfeeding is better than stunting the growth, and the aim is to get a big\nromping two-year-old colt, filly, or gelding as the case may be.Colts not up to the desired standard should be operated on during their\nyearling days, preferably in May or June, and, as before indicated,\nmerit should be conspicuous in those left for stud purposes, while the\nback breeding on both sides counts for much in a stallion.That is why\nLockinge Forest King, Childwick Champion, and a few others which could\nbe named, proved to be such prepotent stock-getters.After June or July colts should be separated from fillies unless the\ncolts have been castrated, and they must be put inside good fences,\nthis being something of a puzzle to a farmer with a few paddocks and\npoor fences.Consequently, a second or third-rate young stallion often\ncauses a good deal of trouble, in fact, more than he leaves a return\nfor.Buell smiled at his irate general, and asked: \"And what would you do,\nNelson?\"I would give\nthem precious little time to build forts.\"Before General Buell could answer, an orderly entered with a telegram.He read it, and turning to Nelson, said:\n\n\"Well, General, you can cease your fuming.This telegram is from General\nHalleck.The bathroom is south of the office.He tells me he has ordered General Grant up the Tennessee to\nreduce Fort Henry, and he wants me to co-operate as much as possible in\nthe movement.\"Nelson was on his feet in an instant.The hallway is south of the bathroom.\"General,\" he exclaimed, \"I have a favor, a great favor to ask of you.\"Buell smilingly answered: \"I think I know what it is without your\nasking.\"I do not see how I can spare so many men; you know we have Johnston at\nBowling Green to look after.\"\"But General,\" answered Nelson, \"the Tennessee and Cumberland must be\ndefended.", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "In all probability the most of Johnston's army will be\ntransferred there.\"\"In that case, General,\" answered Buell, \"I will remember you.Your\ndivision shall be the first one sent.\"\"Thank you, General, thank you,\" replied Nelson.\"I only wish I knew I\nwas going.\"\"As it is now,\" continued Buell, \"I shall order General Crittenden to\nsend Cruft's brigade.That brigade is near the mouth of Green river.There is no force of the enemy, in any number, before them, and the\nbrigade can well be spared.I shall send no more men unless it is\nabsolutely necessary.I shall at once dispatch an officer to General\nCrittenden with necessary orders.\"\"General,\" now spoke up Fred, \"like General Nelson, I have a request to\nmake, and by your kindness I hope to meet with better success.\"said Buell, \"you wish to carry the orders.If Nelson has no\nobjection, I think I can grant that request.The general has told me\nsomething of your history, Mr.The office is south of the hallway.General Thomas also speaks\nin the highest terms of you.\"The kitchen is south of the office.\"You can go if you wish, Fred,\" answered Nelson.\"I only hope I shall\nsoon be with you.\"So it was settled, and before night Fred and his good horse Prince were\non their way down the Ohio.Fred not only carried dispatches to General\nCrittenden, but he had personal letters both from General Buell and\nGeneral Nelson to General Cruft commending him to the latter officer.Disembarking at Owensboro, Fred made a swift ride to Calhoun, the\nheadquarters of General Crittenden.He delivered his dispatches to the\ngeneral, and at once sought the headquarters of General Cruft.The\ngeneral read Fred's letters, and then said: \"You are very welcome, Mr.Shackelford; you may consider yourself as one of my staff until such\ntime as General Nelson may join us.\"Soon orders came to General Cruft to at once prepare to join Grant.It was nearly noon on February the 14th when the fleet on which General\nCruft's brigade had embarked arrived at Fort Donelson.The place had\nalready been invested two days, and some severe fighting had taken\nplace.The weather, from being warm and rainy, had suddenly turned cold\non the afternoon of the 13th, and Fred shivered as he emerged from the\ncomfortable cabin of the steamboat and stepped out on the cold, desolate\nbank of the river.The ground was covered with ice and snow, and the\nscene was dreary in the extreme.Now and then the heavy reverberation of a cannon came rolling down the\nriver, and echoed and re-echoed among the hills.A fleet of gunboats lay\nanchored in the river, the mouths of their great guns looking out over\nthe dark sullen water as though watching for their prey.General Cruft's\nbrigade was assigned to the division of General Lew Wallace, which\noccupied the center of the Federal army.Back in the rear little groups\nof soldiers stood shivering around small fires, trying to warm their\nben", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The condition of the soldiers was pitiable in the extreme.There were\nno tents; but few had overcoats, and many on the hard, muddy march from\nFort Henry had even thrown away their blankets.In the front lines no\nfires could be lighted, and there the soldiers stood, exposed to the\nfurious storm of sleet and snow, hungry, benumbed, hardly knowing\nwhether they were dead or alive.Such were the heroes who stood for\nthree days before Donelson.As Fred looked on all this suffering, he wondered at the fortitude with\nwhich it was endured.There were few complaints from the soldiers; they\nwere even cheerful and eager to meet the foe.About three o'clock the gunboats came steaming up the river and engaged\nthe Confederate batteries.It was a most sublime spectacle, and held Fred spellbound.The very\nheavens seemed splitting, and the earth shook and trembled from the\nheavy concussions.Nearer and nearer the gunboats came to the batteries\nuntil it seemed to Fred the great guns were vomiting fire and smoke into\neach other's throats.During the fight Fred noticed a small, thickset man sitting on his horse\nintently watching the fight.His countenance was perfectly impassive,\nand one could not tell by watching him whether he sympathized with\nfriend or foe.The boilers of the Essex had been\nblown up, the other boats were bruised and battered and torn by the\ngreat shots which had struck them, and were helplessly drifting down\nthe stream.From the Federal side there\nwent up a great groan of disappointment, while from the Confederate\nlines there arose the wild cheers of victory.The silent man on horseback turned and rode away.Not a sign, not a word\nthat he was disappointed.asked Fred of an officer standing by him.\"That, young man,\" was the answer, \"is General Grant.He must be awfully\ncut up, but he does not show it.\"The bedroom is east of the office.Fred turned and looked after Grant as he rode slowly away.\"There,\"\nthought Fred, \"is a man who is going to make his mark in this war.In\nsome of his actions he reminds me of General Thomas.On the frozen ground, without tents or fire,\nthe soldiers once more made their beds.The garden is west of the office.The wind sighed and moaned\nthrough the bare branches, as if weeping at the suffering it caused.Many, to keep from freezing, never lay down, but kept up a weary march,\nso that the blood might circulate.A council of war was\nheld, and it was resolved that in the morning they would cut their way\nthrough the lines of steel which Grant had thrown around them.All\npreparations were made, every order given, and then they waited for the\nlight of morning--the last morning that hundreds would ever see.As the voiture rumbles by near a\nstreet-light, you catch a glimpse of a pink silk petticoat within and a\npair of dainty, white kid shoes--and the glint of an officer's sword.Farther on, you pass a silent gendarme muffled in his night cloak; a few\ndoors farther on in a small cafe, a bourgeois couple, who", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The garden is south of the bathroom.They have, of course, invited the cocher to drink with them.They have\nbrought all their pets and nearly all their household goods--two dogs,\nthree bird-cages, their tiny occupants protected from the damp air by\nseveral folds of newspaper; a cat in a stout paper box with air holes,\nand two trunks, well tied with rope.[Illustration: (street market)]\n\n\"Ah, yes, it has been a long journey!\"Her husband\ncorroborates her, as they explain to the patronne of the cafe and to the\ncocher that they left their village at midday.Anything over two hours\non the chemin-de-fer is considered a journey by these good French\npeople!As you continue on to your studio, you catch a glimpse of the lights of\nthe Boulevard Montparnasse.Next a cab with a green light rattles by;\nthen a ponderous two-wheeled cart lumbers along, piled high with red\ncarrots as neatly arranged as cigars in a box--the driver asleep on his\nseat near his swinging lantern--and the big Normandy horses taking the\nway.It is late, for these carts are on their route to the early morning\nmarket--one of the great Halles.The tired waiters are putting up the\nshutters of the smaller cafes and stacking up the chairs.Now a cock\ncrows lustily in some neighboring yard; the majority at least of the\nLatin Quarter has turned in for the night.A moment later you reach your\ngate, feel instinctively for your matches.In the darkness of the court\na friendly cat rubs her head contentedly against your leg.It is the\nyellow one that sleeps in the furniture factory, and you pick her up and\ncarry her to your studio, where, a moment later, she is crunching\ngratefully the remnant of the beau maquereau left from your\ndejeuner--for charity begins at home.CHAPTER X\n\nEXILED\n\n\nScores of men, celebrated in art and in literature, have, for a longer\nor shorter period of their lives, been bohemians of the Latin Quarter.And yet these years spent in cafes and in studios have not turned them\nout into the world a devil-me-care lot of dreamers.They have all\nmarched and sung along the \"Boul' Miche\"; danced at the \"Bullier\";\nstarved, struggled, and lived in the romance of its life.The kitchen is south of the garden.It has all\nbeen a part of their education, and a very important part too, in the\ndevelopment of their several geniuses, a development which in later life\nhas placed them at the head of their professions.These years of\ncamaraderie--of a life free from all conventionalities, in daily touch\nwith everything about them, and untrammeled by public censure or the\npetty views of prudish or narrow minds, have left them free to cut a\nstraight swath merrily toward the goal of their ideals, surrounded all\nthe while by an atmosphere of art and good-fellowship that permeates the\nvery air they breathe.If a man can work at all, he can work here, for between the", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "How many are the romances of this student Quarter!The bathroom is north of the bedroom.How many hearts have\nbeen broken or made glad!How many brave spirits have suffered and\nworked on and suffered again, and at last won fame!We who come with a fresh eye know nothing of all that has passed\nwithin these quaint streets--only those who have lived in and through it\nknow its full story.[Illustration: THE MUSEE CLUNY]\n\nPochard has seen it; so has the little old woman who once danced at the\nopera; so have old Bibi La Puree, and Alphonse, the gray-haired garcon,\nand Mere Gaillard, the flower-woman.They have seen the gay boulevards\nand the cafes and generations of grisettes, from the true grisette of\nyears gone by, in her dainty white cap and simple dress turned low at\nthe throat, to the tailor-made grisette of to-day.Yet the eyes of the little old woman still dance; they have not grown\ntired of this ever-changing kaleidoscope of human nature, this paradise\nof the free, where many would rather struggle on half starved than live\na life of luxury elsewhere.I knew one once who lived in an\nair-castle of his own building--a tall, serious fellow, a sculptor, who\nalways went tramping about in a robe resembling a monk's cowl, with his\nbare feet incased in coarse sandals; only his art redeemed these\neccentricities, for he produced in steel and ivory the most exquisite\nstatuettes.One at the Salon was the sensation of the day--a knight in\nfull armor, scarcely half a foot in height, holding in his arms a nymph\nin flesh-tinted ivory, whose gentle face, upturned, gazed sweetly into\nthe stern features behind the uplifted vizor; and all so exquisitely\ncarved, so alive, so human, that one could almost feel the tender heart\nof this fair lady beating against the cold steel breastplate.Another \"bon garcon\"--a painter whose enthusiasm for his art knew no\nbounds--craved to produce a masterpiece.This dreamer could be seen\ndaily ferreting around the Quarter for a studio always bigger than the\none he had.The bedroom is north of the kitchen.At last he found one that exactly fitted the requirements of\nhis vivid imagination--a studio with a ceiling thirty feet high, with\nwindows like the scenic ones next to the stage entrances of the\ntheaters.Here at last he could give full play to his brush--no subject\nseemed too big for him to tackle; he would move in a canvas as big as a\nback flat to a third act, and commence on a \"Fall of Babylon\" or a\n\"Carnage of Rome\" with a nerve that was sublime!The choking dust of the\narena--the insatiable fury of the tigers--the cowering of hundreds of\nunfortunate captives--and the cruel multitude above, seated in the vast\ncircle of the hippodrome--all these did not daunt his zeal.Once he persuaded a venerable old abbe to pose for his portrait.The\nold gentleman came patiently to", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"The face I shall do in time,\" the enthusiast assured the reverend man\nexcitedly; \"it is the effect of the rich color of your robe I wished to\nget.And may I ask your holiness to be patient a day longer while I put\nin your boots?\"\"Does monsieur think I am not a\nvery busy man?\"I've got a surprise\nfor you.--Taxi,\" he said to the man at the door.\"Not till we've had our tea,\" Margaret wailed.\"You couldn't be so\ncruel, David.\"\"You shall have your tea, my dear, and one of the happiest surprises\nof your life into the bargain,\" David assured her as he led the way to\nthe waiting cab.\"I wouldn't leave this place unfed for anybody but you, David, not if\nit were ever so, and then some, as Jimmie says.\"\"What's the matter with Jimmie, anyhow?\"David inquired as the taxi\nturned down the Avenue and immediately entangled itself in a hopeless\nmesh of traffic.The office is north of the bathroom.Gertrude answered, though she had not been the\none addressed at the moment.she\nrattled on without waiting for an answer.\"I thought it was\ngood-looking myself, and Madam Paran robbed me for it.\"\"It is good-looking,\" David allowed.\"It seems to be a kind of\nretrieving hat, that's all.Keeps you in a rather constant state of\nlooking after the game.\"It's a lovely cross\nbetween the style affected by the late Emperor Napoleon and my august\ngrandmother, with some frills added.\"The chauffeur turned into a cross street and stopped abruptly before\nan imposing but apparently unguarded entrance.\"Why, I thought this was a studio building,\" Gertrude said.\"David, if\nyou're springing a tea party on us, and we in the wild ungovernable\nstate we are at present, I'll shoot the way my hat is pointing.\"\"Straight through my left eye-glass,\" David finished.\"You wait till\nyou see the injustice you have done me.\"But Margaret, who often understood what was happening a few moments\nbefore the revelation of it, clutched at his elbow.David, David,\" she whispered, \"how wonderful!\"\"Wait till you see,\" David said, and herded them into the elevator.David hurried them around\nthe bend in the sleekly carpeted corridor and touched the bell on the\nright of the first door they came to.It opened almost instantly and\nDavid's man, who was French, stood bowing and smiling on the\nthreshold.Styvvisont has arrive',\" he said; \"he waits you.\"\"Welcome to our city,\" Peter cried, appearing in the doorway of the\nroom Alphonse was indicating with that high gesture of delight with\nwhich only a Frenchman can lead the way.The bathroom is north of the bedroom.\"Jimmie's coming up from the\noffice and Beulah's due any minute.What do you think of the place,\ngirls?\"\"It's really\nours, that's what it is.I've broken away from the mater at last,\" he\nadded a little sheepishly.I've got an", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Also, this is going to be our headquarters,\nand Eleanor's permanent home if we're all agreed upon it,--but look\naround, ladies.If you think I can interior\ndecorate, just tell me so frankly.\"It's like that old conundrum--black and white and red all over,\"\nGertrude said.\"I never saw anything so stunning in all my life.\"I admire your nerve,\" Peter cried, \"papering this place in\nwhite, and then getting in all this heavy carved black stuff, and the\nred in the tapestries and screens and pillows.\"\"I wanted it to look studioish a little,\" David explained, \"I wanted\nto get away from Louis Quartorze.\"\"And drawing-rooms like mother used to make,\" Gertrude suggested.The bathroom is north of the kitchen.Do you see, Margaret, everything is Indian\nor Chinese?The ubiquitous Japanese print is conspicuous by its\nabsence.\"\"I've got two portfolios full of 'em,\" David said, \"and I always have\none or two up in the bedrooms.I change 'em around, you know, the way\nthe <DW61>s do themselves, a different scene every few days and the rest\ndecently out of sight till you're ready for 'em.\"\"It's like a fairy story,\" Margaret said.\"I thought you'd appreciate what little Arabian Nights I was able to\nintroduce.I bought that screen,\" he indicated a sweep of Chinese line\nand color, \"with my eye on you, and that Aladdin's lamp is yours, of\ncourse.You're to come in here and rub it whenever you like, and your\nheart's desire will instantly be vouchsafed to you.\"Peter suggested, as David led the way through\nthe corridor and up the tiny stairs which led to the more intricate\npart of the establishment.\"This is her room, didn't you say, David?\"He paused on the threshold of a bedroom done in ivory white and\nyellow, with all its hangings of a soft golden silk.\"She once said that she wanted a yellow room,\" David said, \"a\ndaffy-down-dilly room, and I've tried to get her one.I know last\nyear that Maggie Lou child refused to have yellow curtains in that\nflatiron shaped sitting-room of theirs, and Eleanor refused to be\ncomforted.\"A wild whoop in the below stairs announced Jimmie; and Beulah arrived\nsimultaneously with the tea tray.Jimmie was ecstatic when the actual\nfunction of the place was explained to him.\"Headquarters is the one thing we've lacked,\" he said; \"a place of our\nown, hully gee!The office is north of the bathroom.\"You haven't been feeling altogether human lately, have you, Jimmie?\"\"I'm a bad\negg,\" he explained to her darkly, \"and the only thing you can do with\nme is to scramble me.\"\"Scrambled is just about the way I should have described your behavior\nof late,--but that's Gertrude's line,\" David said.\"Only she doesn't\nseem to be taking an active part in the conversation.Aren't you\nJimmie's keeper any more,", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"Not since she's come back from abroad,\" Jimmie muttered without\nlooking at her.\"Eleanor's taken the job over now,\" Peter said.\"She's made him swear\noff red ink and red neckties.\"\"Any color so long's it's red is the color that suits me best,\" Jimmie\nquoted.\"Lord, isn't this room a pippin?\"The hallway is west of the bedroom.He swam in among the bright\npillows of the divan and so hid his face for a moment.It had been a\ngood many weeks since he had seen Gertrude.\"I want to give a suffrage tea here,\" Beulah broke in suddenly.\"It's\nso central, but I don't suppose David would hear of it.\"\"Angels and Ministers of Grace defend us--\" Peter began.\"My _mother_ would hear of it,\" David said, \"and then there wouldn't\nbe any little studio any more.The garden is west of the hallway.She doesn't believe in votes for\nwomen.\"\"How any woman in this day and age--\" Beulah began, and thought better\nof it, since she was discussing Mrs.\"Makes your blood boil, doesn't it--Beulahland?\"Distinguished mediums\nwould not lend themselves to contradictions of Grampus, or if they\nwould, Merman's article was too long and too abstruse, while he would\nnot consent to leave anything out of an article which had no\nsuperfluities; for all this happened years ago when the world was at a\ndifferent stage.At last, however, he got his rejoinder printed, and not\non hard terms, since the medium, in every sense modest, did not ask him\nto pay for its insertion.But if Merman expected to call out Grampus again, he was mistaken.Everybody felt it too absurd that Merman should undertake to correct\nGrampus in matters of erudition, and an eminent man has something else\nto do than to refute a petty objector twice over.What was essential had\nbeen done: the public had been enabled to form a true judgment of\nMerman's incapacity, the Magicodumbras and Zuzumotzis were but\nsubsidiary elements in Grampus's system, and Merman might now be dealt\nwith by younger members of the master's school.But he had at least the\nsatisfaction of finding that he had raised a discussion which would not\nbe let die.The followers of Grampus took it up with an ardour and\nindustry of research worthy of their exemplar.Butzkopf made it the\nsubject of an elaborate _Einleitung_ to his important work, _Die\nBedeutung des Aegyptischen Labyrinthes_; and Dugong, in a remarkable\naddress which he delivered to a learned society in Central Europe,\nintroduced Merman's theory with so much power of sarcasm that it became\na theme of more or less derisive allusion to men of many tongues.Merman\nwith his Magicodumbras and Zuzumotzis was on the way to become a\nproverb, being used illustratively by many able journalists who took", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Naturally the subject\npassed into popular literature, and figured very commonly in advertised\nprogrammes.The fluent Loligo, the formidable Shark, and a younger\nmember of his remarkable family known as S. Catulus, made a special\nreputation by their numerous articles, eloquent, lively, or abusive, all\non the same theme, under titles ingeniously varied, alliterative,\nsonorous, or boldly fanciful; such as, \"Moments with Mr Merman,\" \"Mr\nMerman and the Magicodumbras,\" \"Greenland Grampus and Proteus Merman,\"\n\"Grampian Heights and their Climbers, or the New Excelsior.\"They tossed\nhim on short sentences; they swathed him in paragraphs of winding\nimagery; they found him at once a mere plagiarist and a theoriser of\nunexampled perversity, ridiculously wrong about _potzis_ and ignorant of\nPali; they hinted, indeed, at certain things which to their knowledge he\nhad silently brooded over in his boyhood, and seemed tolerably well\nassured that this preposterous attempt to gainsay an incomparable\nCetacean of world-wide fame had its origin in a peculiar mixture of\nbitterness and eccentricity which, rightly estimated and seen in its\ndefinite proportions, would furnish the best key to his argumentation.All alike were sorry for Merman's lack of sound learning, but how could\ntheir readers be sorry?The office is west of the hallway.Sound learning would not have been amusing; and\nas it was, Merman was made to furnish these readers with amusement at no\nexpense of trouble on their part.Even burlesque writers looked into his\nbook to see where it could be made use of, and those who did not know\nhim were desirous of meeting him at dinner as one likely to feed their\ncomic vein.The bathroom is west of the office.On the other hand, he made a serious figure in sermons under the name of\n\"Some\" or \"Others\" who had attempted presumptuously to scale eminences\ntoo high and arduous for human ability, and had given an example of\nignominious failure edifying to the humble Christian.All this might be very advantageous for able persons whose superfluous\nfund of expression needed a paying investment, but the effect on Merman\nhimself was unhappily not so transient as the busy writing and speaking\nof which he had become the occasion.His certainty that he was right\nnaturally got stronger in proportion as the spirit of resistance was\nstimulated.The scorn and unfairness with which he felt himself to have\nbeen treated by those really competent to appreciate his ideas had\ngalled him and made a chronic sore; and the exultant chorus of the\nincompetent seemed a pouring of vinegar on his wound.His brain became a\nregistry of the foolish and ignorant objections made against him, and of\ncontinually amplified answers to these objections.Unable to get his\nanswers printed, he had recourse to that more primitive mode of\npublication, oral transmission or button-holding, now generally regarded\nas a troublesome survival, and the once pleasant, flexible Merman was on\nthe way to be shunned as a bore.", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "His interest in new acquaintances\nturned chiefly on the possibility that they would care about the\nMagicodumbras and Zuzumotzis; that they would listen to his complaints\nand exposures of unfairness, and not only accept copies of what he had\nwritten on the subject, but send him appreciative letters in\nacknowledgment.Repeated disappointment of such hopes tended to embitter\nhim, and not the less because after a while the fashion of mentioning\nhim died out, allusions to his theory were less understood, and people\ncould only pretend to remember it.And all the while Merman was\nperfectly sure that his very opponents who had knowledge enough to be\ncapable judges were aware that his book, whatever errors of statement\nthey might detect in it, had served as a sort of divining rod, pointing\nout hidden sources of historical interpretation; nay, his jealous\nexamination discerned in a new work by Grampus himself a certain\nshifting of ground which--so poor Merman declared--was the sign of an\nintention gradually to appropriate the views of the man he had attempted\nto brand as an ignorant impostor.And the housekeeping?--the rent, food, and clothing, which\ncontroversy can hardly supply unless it be of the kind that serves as a\nrecommendation to certain posts.Controversial pamphlets have been known\nto earn large plums; but nothing of the sort could be expected from\nunpractical heresies about the Magicodumbras and Zuzumotzis.Merman's reputation as a sober thinker, a safe writer, a\nsound lawyer, was irretrievably injured: the distractions of controversy\nhad caused him to neglect useful editorial connections, and indeed his\ndwindling care for miscellaneous subjects made his contributions too\ndull to be desirable.The brightness of her eyes was dimmed, for she had seen the\ndays when His judgments were abroad upon the earth:--\n\n    \u2018Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord;\n    He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are\n        stored;\n    He has loosed the fatal lightning of His terrible swift sword:\n    I have seen Him in the watch-fires of a hundred circling camps;\n    They have builded Him an altar in the evening dews and damps;\n    I have read His righteous sentence by the dim and flaring lamps.\u2019\n\nShe could never forget the tragedy of Serbia, and she came home, not\nto rest, but vowed to yet greater endeavours for their welfare.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.The\nattitude of the Allies she did not pretend to understand.She had\nsomething of the spirit of Oliver Cromwell, when he threatened to\nsend his fleet across the Alps to help the Waldensians.The kitchen is north of the bedroom.In her public\nspeeches, when she set forth what in her outlook could have been done,\nno censor cut out the sentences which were touched by the live coals\nfrom off her altar of service.Elsie never recognised the word\n\u2018impossible\u2019 for herself, and for her work that was well.As", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "For a few months she worked from the bases of her two loyal\nCommittees in London and Edinburgh.She spoke at many a public meeting,\nand filled many a drawing-room.The Church of Scotland knew her\npresence in London.\u2018One of our most treasured memories will be that\nkeen, clever face of hers in St.Columba\u2019s of a Sunday--with the far,\nwistful melancholy in it, added to its firm determination.\u2019 So writes\nthe minister.\u2018We\u2019 knew what lay behind the wistful brave eyes, a yet\nmore complete dedication to the service of her Serbian brethren.CHAPTER X\n\nRUSSIA\n\n1917\n\n    \u2018Even so in our mortal journey,\n      The bitter north winds blow,\n    And thus upon life\u2019s red river,\n      Our hearts as oarsmen row.And when the Angel of Shadow\n      Rests his feet on wave and shore,\n    And our eyes grow dim with watching,\n      And our hearts faint at the oar,\n\n    Happy is he who heareth\n      The signal of his release\n    In the bells of the holy city\n      The chimes of eternal peace.\u2019\n\n\nDr.Inglis\u2019 return to England was the signal for renewed efforts\non the part of the Committees managing the S.W.H.This memoir has\nnecessarily to follow the personality of the leader, but it must never\nbe forgotten that her strength and all her sinews of war lay in the\nwork of those who carried on at home, week by week.Strong committees\nof women, ably organised and thoroughly staffed, took over the burden\nof finance--a matter Dr.Inglis once amusingly said, \u2018did not interest\nher.\u2019 They found and selected the _personnel_ on which success so much\ndepended, they contracted for and supervised the sending out of immense\nconsignments of equipment and motor transport.They dealt with the\nGovernment department, and in loyal devotion smoothed every possible\nobstacle out of the path of those flying squadrons, the units of the\nS.W.H.It was inevitable the quick brain and tenacious energy of Dr.Inglis,\nfar away from the base of her operations, should at times have found\nit hard to understand why the wheels occasionally seemed to drag, and\nthe new effort she desired to make did not move at the pace which to\nher eager spirit seemed possible.Two enterprises filled her mind on\nher return in 1916.One, by the help of the London Committee, she put\nthrough.This was the celebration of Kossovo Day in Great Britain.The kitchen is east of the bedroom.The flag-day of the Serbian Patriot King was under her chairmanship\nprepared for in six weeks.The bedroom is east of the bathroom.Hundreds of lectures on the history of\nSerbia were arranged for and delivered throughout the country, and no\none failed to do her work, however remote they might think the prospect\nof making the British people interested in a country and patriot so far\nfrom the ken of", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Kossovo Day was a success, and through the rush of the work Dr.Inglis\nwas planning the last and most arduous of all the undertakings of the\nS.W.H., that of the unit which was to serve with the Serbian Volunteers\non the Rumanian Russian front.Inglis knew from private sources the\nlack of hospital arrangements in Mesopotamia, and she, with the backing\nof the Committees, had approached the authorities for leave to take a\nfully equipped unit to Basra.When the story of the Scottish Women\u2019s\nHospital is written, the correspondence between the War Office, the\nForeign Office, and S.W.H.will throw a tragic light on this lamentable\nepisode, and, read with the report of the Committees, it will prove how\nquick and foreseeing of trouble was her outlook.Inglis\nbrought her units back from Serbia, she again urged the War Office to\nsend her out.Of her treatment by the War Office, Mrs.Fawcett writes:\n\u2018She was not only refused, but refused with contumely and insult.\u2019\n\nTrue to her instinct never to pause over a set-back, she lost no time\nin pressing on her last enterprise for the Serbians.M. Curcin, in _The\nEnglishwoman_, says:--\n\n \u2018She was already acquainted with one side of the Serbian\n problem--Serbia; she was told that in Russia there was the best\n opportunity to learn about the second half--the Serbs of Austria, the\n Jugoslavs.Inglis succeeded in raising a hospital\n unit and transport section staffed by eighty women heroes of the\n Scottish Women\u2019s Hospitals to start with her on a most adventurous\n undertaking, _via_ Archangel, through Russia to Odessa and the\n Dobrudja.Inglis succeeded also--most difficult of all--in\n getting permission from the British authorities for the journey.The kitchen is south of the hallway.Eye-witnesses--officers and soldiers--tell everybody to-day how those\n women descended, practically straight from the railway carriages,\n after forty days\u2019 travelling, beside the stretchers with wounded,\n and helped to dress the wounds of those who had had to defend the\n centre and also a wing of the retreating army.For fifteen months she\n remained with those men, whose _r\u00f4le_ is not yet fully realised, but\n is certain to become one of the most wonderful and characteristic\n facts of the conflagration of nations.\u2019\n\nThe Edinburgh Committee had already so many undertakings on behalf of\nthe S.W.H.that they gladly allowed the Committee formed by the London\nBranch of the N.U.W.S.S.The hallway is south of the bedroom.to undertake the whole work of organising this\nlast adventure for the Serbian Army.Inglis and her unit sailed the wintry main, and to them she sent\nthe voluminous and brilliant reports of her work.When a train is moving at the rate of forty miles\nan hour, by no means a great speed for it while in full motion, it\npasses over fifty-eight feet each second;--at sixty miles an hour it\npasses over eighty-eight feet.Under", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Each operation required time, and every second of time represented\nmany feet of space.It was small matter for surprise, therefore,\nthat when in 1875 they experimented scientifically in England, it\nwas ascertained that a train of a locomotive and thirteen cars\nmoving at a speed of forty-five miles an hour could not be brought\nto a stand in less than one minute, or before it had traversed a\ndistance of half a mile.The same result it will be remembered was\narrived at by practical experience in America, where both at Angola\nand at Port Jervis,[22] it was found impossible to stop the trains\nin less than half-a-mile, though in each case two derailed cars were\ndragging and plunging along at the end of them.[22] _Ante_, pp.The need of a continuous train-brake, operated from the locomotive\nand under the immediate control of the engine-driver, had been\nemphasized through years by the almost regular recurrence of\naccidents of the most appalling character.The garden is north of the hallway.In answer to this need\nalmost innumerable appliances had been patented and experimented\nwith both in Europe and in America.Prior to 1869, however,\nthese had been almost exclusively what are known as emergency\nbrakes;--that is, although the trains were equipped with them and\nthey were operated from the locomotives, they were not relied upon\nfor ordinary use, but were held in reserve, as it were, against\nspecial exigencies.The kitchen is south of the hallway.The Hudson River railroad train at the Hamburg\naccident was thus equipped.Practically, appliances which in the\noperation of railroads are reserved for emergencies are usually\nfound of little value when the emergency occurs.Accordingly no\ncontinuous brake had, prior to the development of Westinghouse's\ninvention, worked its way into general use.Patent brakes had\nbecome a proverb as well as a terror among railroad mechanics,\nand they had ceased to believe that any really desirable thing of\nthe sort would ever be perfected.Westinghouse, therefore, had a\nmost unbelieving audience to encounter, and his invention had to\nfight hard for all the favor it won; nor did his experience with\nmaster mechanics differ, probably, much from Miller's.His first\npatents were taken out in 1869, and he early secured the powerful\naid of the Pennsylvania road for his invention.The Pullman Car\nCompany, also, always anxious to avail themselves of every appliance\nof safety as well as of comfort, speedily saw the merits of the\nnew brake and adopted it; but, as they merely furnished cars and\nhad nothing to do with the locomotives that pulled them, their\nsupport was not so effective as that of the great railroad company.Naturally enough, also, great hesitation was felt in adopting so\ncomplicated an appliance.It added yet another whole apparatus to\na thing which was already overburdened with machinery.There was,\nalso, something in the delicacy and precision of the parts of this\nnew contrivance,--in its air-pump and reservoirs and long connecting\ntubes with their numerous valves,--which was peculiarly distasteful\nto the average practical railroad mechanic.It was true", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "It was, in the first\nplace, evident that the new apparatus would not stand the banging\nand hammering to which the old-fashioned hand-brake might safely\nbe subjected; not indeed without deranging that simple appliance,\nbut without incurring any very heavy bill for repairs in so doing.The hallway is north of the garden.Accordingly the new brake was at first carelessly examined and\npatronizingly pushed aside as a pretty toy,--nice in theory no\ndoubt, but wholly unfitted for rough, every-day use.As it was\ntersely expressed during a discussion before the Society of Arts\nin London, as recently as May, 1877,--\"It was no use bringing out\na brake which could not be managed by ordinary officials,--which\nwas so wonderfully clever that those who had to use it could not\nunderstand it.\"A line of argument by the way, which, as has been\nalready pointed out, may with far greater force be applied to the\nlocomotive itself; and, indeed, unquestionably was so applied\nabout half a century ago by men of the same calibre who apply it\nnow, to the intense weariness and discouragement no doubt of the\nlate George Stephenson.Whether sound or otherwise, however, few\nmore effective arguments against an appliance can be advanced; and\nagainst the Westinghouse brake it was advanced so effectively,\nthat even as late as 1871, although largely in use on western\nroads, it had found its way into Massachusetts only as an ingenious\ndevice of doubtful merit.The hallway is south of the bedroom.It was in August, 1871, that the Revere\ndisaster occurred, and the Revere disaster, as has been seen,\nwould unquestionably have been averted had the colliding train\nbeen provided with proper brake power.This at last called serious\nattention there to the new appliance.Even then, however, the mere\nsuggestion of something better being in existence than the venerable\nhand-brakes in familiar use did not pass without a vigorous protest;\nand at the meeting of railroad officials, which has already been\nreferred to as having been called by the state commissioners\nafter the accident, one prominent gentleman, when asked if the\nroad under his charge was equipped with the most approved brake,\nindignantly replied that it was,--that it was equipped with the\ngood, old-fashioned hand-brake;--and he then proceeded to vehemently\nstake his professional reputation on the absolute superiority of\nthat ancient but somewhat crude appliance over anything else of the\nsort in existence.Nevertheless, on this occasion also, the great\ndynamic force which is ever latent in first-class railroad accidents\nagain asserted itself.Even the most opinionated of professional\nrailroad men, emphatically as he might in public deny it, quietly\nyielded as soon as might be.\"Charley,\" exclaimed the Colonel, severely, \"what do you mean, sir?I'll\nhave you put in arrest if you don't look out!\"\"I'm the boy to manage refractories.You'll see how\nI will come after you with a sharp stick--bayonet, I mean--and put you\nin arrest like that!\"\"By the way, when we've caught our rebels, where is the", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "There's a patent spring bolt on the\ndoor--father had it fixed the last time we had hams made; and if anybody\nwas once in there, they'd never get out in the world, unless they could\ndraw themselves fine like a wire and squeeze through the chimney.\"\"We'll take care to keep out of it, then!\"said Charley; \"so, Colonel, I\nbeg pardon for tilting the biggin--I didn't mean to do it so\nmuch--really!\"cried Harry; \"shake hands, old chap!\"Good-tempered Freddy, always ready to \"make up,\" caught a hand of each\nof his comrades, and breakfast went on amicably.Now, there lived in the house an old English man servant named Jerry\nPike.He had formerly been a groom and attendant on Peter's uncle, Major\nSchermerhorn, and volunteered in the army at the time of the war with\nMexico, that he might follow his dear master, whom he had served and\nloved ever since the Major was a mere boy.He had fought bravely beside\nhim in many a hard battle, and, for his gallant conduct, been promoted\nto the rank of sergeant.When the hand of death removed that kind\nmaster, Mr.Schermerhorn had gladly taken Jerry to his own house, and\npromised him that should be his home as long as he lived.The garden is east of the kitchen.So now, like\na gallant old war horse, who has a fresh green paddock, and lives in\nclover in his infirm age, Jerry not only stood at ease, but lived at\nease; and worked or not as he felt disposed.When breakfast was over, Peter suddenly cried out, \"I say, fellows,\nsuppose we employ ourselves by having a drill!You know old Jerry that I\ntold you about?I'll ask him to give us a lesson!\"\"Do go and find him, Peter;\nI should really like to learn how to drill as the soldiers do; so when\nGeneral McClellan comes along, he'll admire us as much as the English\nGeneral, old Sir Goutby Slogo, did the Seventh Regiment when they\nparaded before the Prince.'Really, most extraordinary style of marching\nthese American troops have,' said he,'most hequal to the 'Orse Guards\nand the Hoxford Blues coming down Regent street!'\"Meanwhile, Peter had scampered off to the house, and in a short time\nreturned with a comical-looking little old man, dressed in faded\nregimentals.He touched his cap to the boys as he approached, in military style, and\nthen drew himself up so very stiff and straight, awaiting their orders,\nthat, as Freddy whispered to Tom, it was a perfect wonder he didn't snap\nshort off at the waist.\"Now, Jerry,\" began the Colonel, \"we want you to give us a _real_\ndrill, you know, just as you used to learn.\"chimed in the rest; \"we'll run for our guns.\"\"Not fur your fust drill, I reckon, genl'men.You'll do bad enough\nwithout 'em, hech, hech!\"The bedroom is west of the kitchen.\"Very", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"Then, genl'men, FALL IN!\"exclaimed the sergeant, the first two words\nbeing uttered in his natural voice, but the last in an awful sepulchral\ntone, like two raps on the base kettle drum.The bathroom is east of the garden.Off duty, Jerry rather\nresembled a toy soldier, but when in giving his orders he stiffened his\nbody, threw up his head, and stuck out his hands, he looked so like the\nwooden figures out of Noah's ark, that the boys burst into a shout of\nlaughter.\"Now, genl'men,\" exclaimed Jerry in a severe tone, \"this won't do.The fust manoover I shel teach you,\ngenl'men, is the manoover of 'parade rest.'Now look at me, and do as I\ndo.\"Anybody would have supposed, naturally enough, that to stand at rest\nmeant to put your hands in your pockets and lean against a tree; but\nwhat Jerry did, was to slap his right hand against his left, like a\ntorpedo going off, and fold them together; stick out his left foot, lean\nheavily upon his right, and look more like a Dutch doll than ever.The boys accordingly endeavored to imitate this performance; but when\nthey came to try it, a difficulty arose.Whatever might be their usual\nideas on the subject, there was a diversity of opinion now as to the\nproper foot to be advanced, and a wild uncertainty which was the left\nfoot.The new soldiers shuffled backward and forward as if they were\ndancing hornpipes; while Jerry shouted, \"Now, then, genl'men, I can't\nhear them hands come together smartly as I'd wished, not like a row of\nJarsey cider bottles a poppin' one arter the other, but all at once.in a voice of thunder, \"Stan' at parade rest!No--no--them _lef futs_ adwanced!And Jerry in his\nindignation gave himself such a thump on his chest that he knocked all\nthe breath out of his body, and had to wait some moments before he could\ngo on; while the boys, bubbling over with fun, took his scoldings in\nhigh good humor, and shrieked with laughter at their own ridiculous\nblunders, to the high wrath of their ancient instructor; who was so\ndeeply interested and in earnest about his pursuit, that he didn't fail\nto lecture them well for their \"insubornation;\" which, indeed, nobody\nminded, except Tom Pringle, who, by the by, was from Maryland, and many\nof whose relations were down South.The hallway is east of the bathroom.He had been looking rather sulky\nfrom the beginning of the drill, and now suddenly stepped from his place\nin the ranks, exclaiming, \"I won't play!\"Why, Tom, what is the matter?cried half a dozen\nvoices at once.\"Humm--\" grumbled sulky Tom.\"Nonsense, Tom, don't be\npoky, come back and drill.\"\"All we want is, let us alone!\"\"There, Fred, let him be", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The first of these was the turn about so as to fall in ranks; something\nthe Dashahed Zouaves hadn't dreamt of before.Nothing\ncould be easier than to stand four in a row, as they had done before;\nbut when it came to \"right face,\" most of the soldiers were found to\nhave opposite views on the subject, and faced each other, to their\nmutual astonishment.On one occasion I remember sending our steward, who was lathering his\nface with a blacking-brush, and trying to scrape with a carving-knife,\nto borrow the commander's razor; in the mean time the commander had\ndespatched his soapy-faced servant to beg the loan of mine.Both\nstewards met with a clash, nearly running each other through the body\nwith their shaving gear.I lent the commander a Syme's bistoury, with\nwhich he managed to pluck most of the hairs out by the root, as if he\nmeant to transplant them again, while I myself shaved with an amputating\nknife.The men forward stuck by the scissors; and when the commander,\nwith bloody chin and watery eyes, asked why they did not shave,--\"Why,\nsir,\" replied the bo'swain's mate, \"the cockroaches have been and gone\nand eaten all our razors, they has, sir.\"Then, had you seen us reappear on deck after the terrible operation,\nwith our white shaven lips and shivering chins, and a foolish grin on\nevery face, you would, but for our uniform, have taken us for tailors on\nstrike, so unlike were we to the brave-looking, manly dare-devils that\ntrod the deck only an hour before.And if army officers and men have been graciously permitted to wear the\nmoustache since the Crimean war, why are not we?But perhaps the navy\ntook no part in that gallant struggle.But if we _must_ continue to do\npenance by shaving, why should it not be the crown of the head, or any\nother place, rather than the upper lip, which every one can see?One item of duty there is, which occasionally devolves on the medical\nofficer, and for the most part goes greatly against the feelings of the\n_young_ surgeon; I refer to his compulsory attendance at floggings.It\nis only fair to state that the majority of captains and commanders use\nthe cat as seldom as possible, and that, too, only sparingly.In some\nships, however, flogging is nearly as frequent as prayers of a morning.Again, it is more common on foreign stations than at home, and boys of\nthe first or second class, marines, and ordinary seamen, are for the\nmost part the victims.I do not believe I shall ever forget the first exhibition of this sort I\nattended on board my own ship; not that the spectacle was in any way\nmore revolting than scores I have since witnessed, but because the sight\nwas new to me.The bedroom is east of the hallway.I remember it wanted fully twenty minutes of seven in the morning, when\nmy servant aroused me.\"A flaying match, youThe office is east of the bedroom.", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "My heart gave an anxious \"thud\" against my ribs, as if I myself were to\nform the \"ram for the sacrifice.\"I hurried through with my bath, and,\ndressing myself as if for a holiday, in cocked hat, sword, and undress\ncoat, I went on deck.All the\nminutiae of the scene I remember as though it were but yesterday,\nmorning was cool and clear, the hills clad in lilac and green, seabirds\nfloating high in air, and the waters of the bay reflecting the line of\nthe sky and the lofty mountain-sides, forming a picture almost dreamlike\nin its quietness and serenity.The men were standing about in groups,\ndressed in their whitest of pantaloons, bluest of smocks, and neatest of\nblack silk neckerchiefs.By-and-bye the culprit was led aft by a file\nof marines, and I went below with him to make the preliminary\nexamination, in order to report whether or not he might be fit for the\npunishment.The bathroom is west of the garden.He was as good a specimen of the British marine as one could wish to\nlook upon, hardy, bold, and wiry.His crime had been smuggling spirits\non board.\"Needn't examine me, Doctor,\" said he; \"I ain't afeard of their four\ndozen; they can't hurt me, sir,--leastways my back you know--my breast\nthough; hum-m!\"and he shook his head, rather sadly I thought, as he\nbent down his eyes.The office is east of the garden.\"What,\" said I, \"have you anything the matter with your chest?\"\"Nay, Doctor, nay; its my feelins they'll hurt.I've a little girl at\nhome that loves me, and--bless you, sir, I won't look her in the face\nagain no-how.\"No lack of strength there, no nervousness; the artery\nhad the firm beat of health, the tendons felt like rods of iron beneath\nthe finger, and his biceps stood out hard and round as the mainstay of\nan old seventy-four.I pitied the brave fellow, and--very wrong of me it was, but I could not\nhelp it--filled out and offered him a large glass of rum.sir,\" he said, with a wistful eye on the ruby liquid, \"don't tempt\nme, sir.I can bear the bit o' flaying athout that: I wouldn't have my\nmessmates smell Dutch courage on my breath, sir; thankee all the same,\nDoctor.\"All hands had already assembled, the men and boys on one side, and the\nofficers, in cocked hats and swords, on the other.A grating had been\nlashed against the bulwark, and another placed on deck beside it.The\nculprit's shoulders and back were bared, and a strong belt fastened\naround the lower part of the loins for protection; he was then firmly\ntied by the hands to the upper, and by the feet to the lower grating; a\nlittle basin of cold water was placed at his feet; and all was now", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The sentence was read, and orders given to proceed with the\npunishment.The cat is a terrible instrument of torture; I would not\nuse it on a bull unless in self-defence: the shaft is about a foot and a\nhalf long, and covered with green or red baize according to taste; the\nthongs are nine, about twenty-eight inches in length, of the thickness\nof a goose-quill, and with two knots tied on each.Men describe the\nfirst blow as like a shower of molten lead.Combing out the thongs with his five fingers before each blow, firmly\nand determinedly was the first dozen delivered by the bo'swain's mate,\nand as unflinchingly received.Then, \"One dozen, sir, please,\" he reported, saluting the commander.The bathroom is north of the garden.\"Continue the punishment,\" was the calm reply.Another dozen reported; again, the same reply.The flesh, like burning steel, had changed from red to\npurple, and blue, and white; and between the third and fourth dozen, the\nsuffering wretch, pale enough now, and in all probability sick, begged a\ncomrade to give him a mouthful of water.There was a tear in the eye of\nthe hardy sailor who obeyed him, whispering as he did so--\n\n\"Keep up, Bill; it'll soon be over now.\"\"Five, six,\" the corporal slowly counted--\"seven, eight.\"It is the\nlast dozen, and how acute must be the torture!The bedroom is north of the bathroom.The blood\ncomes now fast enough, and--yes, gentle reader, I _will_ spare your\nfeelings.Succeeding Fremont in November, 1861, Halleck,\nimportuned by both Grant and Foote, authorized the joint expedition into\nTennessee, and after its successful outcome he telegraphed to Washington:\n\"Make Buell, Grant, and Pope major-generals of volunteers and give me\ncommand in the West.I ask this in return for Donelson and Henry.\"He was\nchosen to be General-in-Chief of the Federal Armies at the crisis created\nby the failure of McClellan's Peninsula Campaign.Halleck held this\nposition from July 11, 1862, until Grant, who had succeeded him in the\nWest, finally superseded him at Washington.[Illustration: AT ANTIETAM._Painted by E. Jahn._\n\n  _Copyright, 1901, by Perrien-Keydel Co.,\n  Detroit, Mich., U. S. A._]\n\n\n\n\nANTIETAM, OR SHARPSBURG\n\n    At Sharpsburg (Antietam) was sprung the keystone of the arch upon\n    which the Confederate cause rested.--_James Longstreet,\n    Lieutenant-General C. S. A., in \"Battles and Leaders of the Civil\n    War.\"_\n\n\nA battle remarkable in its actualities but more wonderful in its\npossibilities was that of Antietam, with the preceding capture of Harper's\nFerry and the other interesting events that marked the invasion of\nMaryland by General Lee.It was one of the bloodiest", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Lee's army, fifty thousand strong, had crossed the Potomac at Leesburg and\nhad concentrated around Frederick, the scene of the Barbara Frietchie\nlegend, only forty miles from Washington.When it became known that Lee,\nelated by his victory at Second Bull Run, had taken the daring step of\nadvancing into Maryland, and now threatened the capital of the Republic,\nMcClellan, commanding the Army of the Potomac, pushed his forces forward\nto encounter the invaders.Harper's Ferry, at the junction of the Potomac\nand the Shenandoah rivers, was a valuable defense against invasion through\nthe Valley of Virginia, but once the Confederates had crossed it, a\nveritable trap.General Halleck ordered it held and General Lee sent\n\"Stonewall\" Jackson to take it, by attacking the fortress on the Virginia\nside.The bedroom is east of the office.Jackson began his march on September 10th with secret instructions from\nhis commander to encompass and capture the Federal garrison and the vast\nstore of war material at this place, made famous a few years before by old\nJohn Brown.The office is east of the hallway.To conceal his purpose from the inhabitants he inquired along\nthe route about the roads leading into Pennsylvania.It was from his march\nthrough Frederick that the Barbara Frietchie story took its rise.But\nthere is every reason to believe that General Jackson never saw the good\nold lady, that the story is a myth, and that Mr.Whittier, who has given\nus the popular poem under the title of her name, was misinformed.However,\nColonel H. K. Douglas, who was a member of Jackson's staff, relates, in\n\"Battles and Leaders of the Civil War,\" an interesting incident where his\ncommander on entering Middletown was greeted by two young girls waving a\nUnion flag.The general bowed to the young women, raised his hat, and\nremarked to some of his officers, \"We evidently have no friends in this\ntown.\"Colonel Douglas concludes, \"This is about the way he would have\ntreated Barbara Frietchie.\"On the day after Jackson left Frederick he crossed the Potomac by means of\na ford near Williamsport and on the 13th he reached Bolivar Heights.Harper's Ferry lies in a deep basin formed by Maryland Heights on the\nnorth bank of the Potomac, Loudon Heights on the south bank, and Bolivar\nHeights on the west.The Shenandoah River breaks through the pass between\nLoudon and Bolivar Heights and the village lies between the two at the\napex formed by the junction of the two rivers.As Jackson approached the place by way of Bolivar Heights, Walker occupied\nLoudon Heights and McLaws invested Maryland Heights.All were unopposed\nexcept McLaws, who encountered Colonel Ford with a force to dispute his\nascent.Ford, however, after some resistance, spiked his guns and retired\nto the Ferry, where Colonel Miles had remained with the greater portion of\nthe Federal troops.Had Miles led his entire force to Maryland Heights he\ncould no doubt have held his ground until McClellan came to his relief.But General Halleck had ordered him to hold Harper's Ferry", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "He therefore failed to occupy the heights around it in sufficient\nstrength and thus permitted himself to be caught in a trap.During the day of the 14th the Confederate artillery was dragged up the\nmountain sides, and in the afternoon a heavy fire was opened on the doomed\nFederal garrison.On that day McClellan received word from Miles that the\nlatter could hold out for two days longer and the commanding general sent\nword: \"Hold out to the last extremity.If it is possible, reoccupy the\nMaryland Heights with your entire force.If you can do that I will\ncertainly be able to relieve you.... Hold out to the last.\"McClellan was\napproaching slowly and felt confident he could relieve the place.On the morning of the 15th the roar of Confederate artillery again\nresounded from hill to hill.From Loudon to Maryland Heights the firing\nhad begun and a little later the battle-flags of A. P. Hill rose on\nBolivar Heights.Scarcely two hours had the firing continued when Colonel\nMiles raised the white flag at Harper's Ferry and its garrison of 12,500,\nwith vast military stores, passed into the hands of the Confederates.Colonel Miles was struck by a stray fragment of a Confederate shell which\ngave him a mortal wound.The force of General Franklin, preparing to move\nto the garrison's relief, on the morning of the 15th noted that firing at\nthe Ferry had ceased and suspected that the garrison had surrendered, as\nit had.The Confederate Colonel Douglas, whose account of the surrender is both\nabsorbing and authoritative, thus describes the surrender in \"Battles and\nLeaders of the Civil War\":\n\n\"Under instructions from General Jackson, I rode up the pike and into the\nenemy's lines to ascertain the purpose of the white flag.Near the top of\nthe hill I met General White and staff and told him my mission.Masterton gave himself\nup to conflicting reflections.The information that he had gathered\nwas meagre and unsatisfactory, and he could only trust to luck and\ncircumstance to fulfill his mission.The first glow of adventure having\npassed, he was uneasily conscious that the mission was not to his taste.The pretty, flushed but defiant face of Cissy that afternoon haunted\nhim; he had not known the immediate cause of it, but made no doubt that\nshe had already heard the news of her father's disgrace when he met\nher.The bedroom is north of the garden.He regretted now that he hadn't spoken to her, if only a few formal\nwords of sympathy.He had always been half tenderly amused at her frank\nconceit and her \"airs,\"--the innocent, undisguised pride of the country\nbelle, so different from the hard aplomb of the city girl!And now the\nfoolish little moth, dancing in the sunshine of prosperity, had felt the\nchill of winter in its pretty wings.The contempt he had for the father\nhad hitherto shown itself in tolerant pity for the daughter, so proud\nof her father's position and what it brought her.In the revelation that\nhis own directors had availed themselves of that father's methods, and\nthe ignoble character of hisThe office is south of the garden.", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Of course, frivolous as she\nwas, she would not feel the keenness of this misfortune like another,\nnor yet rise superior to it.She would succumb for the present, to\nrevive another season in a dimmer glory elsewhere.His critical, cynical\nobservation of her had determined that any filial affection she\nmight have would be merged and lost in the greater deprivation of her\nposition.A sudden darkening of the landscape below, and a singular opaque\nwhitening of the air around them, aroused him from his thoughts.The\ndriver drew up the collar of his overcoat and laid his whip smartly over\nthe backs of his cattle.The air grew gradually darker, until suddenly\nit seemed to disintegrate into invisible gritty particles that swept\nthrough the wagon.Presently these particles became heavier, more\nperceptible, and polished like small shot, and a keen wind drove them\nstingingly into the faces of the passengers, or insidiously into their\npockets, collars, or the folds of their clothes.The snow forced itself\nthrough the smallest crevice.\"We'll get over this when once we've passed the bend; the road seems to\ndip beyond,\" said Masterton cheerfully from his seat beside the driver.The driver gave him a single scornful look, and turned to the passenger\nwho occupied the seat on the other side of him.\"I don't like the look\no' things down there, but ef we are stuck, we'll have to strike out for\nthe next station.\"\"But,\" said Masterton, as the wind volleyed the sharp snow pellets in\ntheir faces and the leaders were scarcely distinguishable through the\nsmoke-like discharges, \"it can't be worse than here.\"The driver did not speak, but the other passenger craned over his back,\nand said explanatorily:--\n\n\"I reckon ye don't know these storms; this kind o' dry snow don't stick\nand don't clog.Indeed, between the volleys, Masterton could see that the road was\nperfectly bare and wind-swept, and except slight drifts and banks beside\noutlying bushes and shrubs,--which even then were again blown away\nbefore his eyes,--the level landscape was unclothed and unchanged.Where\nthese mysterious snow pellets went to puzzled and confused him; they\nseemed to vanish, as they had appeared, into the air about them.\"I'd make a straight rush for the next station,\" said the other\npassenger confidently to the driver.\"If we're stuck, we're that much on\nthe way; if we turn back now, we'll have to take the grade anyway when\nthe storm's over, and neither you nor I know when THAT'll be.The office is south of the hallway.It may be\nonly a squall just now, but it's gettin' rather late in the season.The garden is north of the hallway.Just\npitch in and drive all ye know.\"The driver laid his lash on the horses, and for a few moments the heavy\nvehicle dashed forward in violent conflict with the storm.At times the\nelastic hickory framework of its domed leather roof swayed and bent like\nthe ribs of an umbrella; at times it seemed", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "But presently, to Masterton's\ngreat relief, the interminable level seemed to end, and between the\nwhitened blasts he could see that the road was descending.Again the\nhorses were urged forward, and at last he could feel that the vehicle\nbegan to add the momentum of its descent to its conflict with the storm.The kitchen is west of the bathroom.The blasts grew less violent, or became only the natural resistance of\nthe air to their dominant rush.With the cessation of the snow volleys\nand the clearing of the atmosphere, the road became more strongly\ndefined as it plunged downward to a terrace on the mountain flank,\nseveral hundred feet below.Presently they came again upon a thicker\ngrowth of bushes, and here and there a solitary fir.The wind died away;\nthe cold seemed to be less bitter.Masterton, in his relief, glanced\nsmilingly at his companions on the box, but the driver's mouth was\ncompressed as he urged his team forward, and the other passenger looked\nhardly less anxious.They were now upon the level terrace, and the storm\napparently spending its fury high up and behind them.But in spite of\nthe clearing of the air, he could not but notice that it was singularly\ndark.What was more singular, the darkness seemed to have risen from\nbelow, and to flow in upon them as they descended.A curtain of profound\nobscurity, darker even than the mountain wall at their side, shut out\nthe horizon and the valley below.But for the temperature, Masterton\nwould have thought a thunderstorm was closing in upon them.An odd\nfeeling of uneasiness crept over him.A few fitful gusts now came from the obscurity; one of them was\naccompanied by what seemed a flight of small startled birds crossing the\nroad ahead of them.A second larger and more sustained flight showed his\nastonished eyes that they were white, and each bird an enormous flake\nof SNOW!For an instant the air was filled with these disks, shreds,\npatches,--two or three clinging together,--like the downfall shaken from\na tree, striking the leather roof and sides with a dull thud, spattering\nthe road into which they descended with large rosettes that melted away\nonly to be followed by hundreds more that stuck and STAYED.In five\nminutes the ground was white with it, the long road gleaming out ahead\nin the darkness; the roof and sides of the wagon were overlaid with it\nas with a coating of plaster of Paris; the harness of the horses,\nand even the reins, stood out over their steaming backs like white\ntrappings.Cunega, the Spanish\nambassador at London, on September 22, 1612, writes: \"Although some\nsuppose the plantation to decrease, he is credibly informed that there\nis a determination to marry some of the people that go over to Virginia;\nforty or fifty are already so married, and English women intermingle and\nare received kindly by the natives.A zealous minister hath been wounded\nfor reprehending it.\"John Rolfe was a man of industry, and apparently devoted to the\nwelfare of the colony.HeThe office is east of the bathroom.", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The bedroom is east of the garden.Hamor gives\nhim the distinction of being the first in the colony to try, in 1612,\nthe planting and raising of tobacco.\"No man [he adds] hath labored to\nhis power, by good example there and worthy encouragement into England\nby his letters, than he hath done, witness his marriage with Powhatan's\ndaughter, one of rude education, manners barbarous and cursed\ngeneration, meerely for the good and honor of the plantation: and\nleast any man should conceive that some sinister respects allured him\nhereunto, I have made bold, contrary to his knowledge, in the end of my\ntreatise to insert the true coppie of his letter written to Sir Thomas\nDale.\"The letter is a long, labored, and curious document, and comes nearer to\na theological treatise than any love-letter we have on record.Why Rolfe did not speak to Dale, whom he saw every day,\ninstead of inflicting upon him this painful document, in which the\nflutterings of a too susceptible widower's heart are hidden under a\ngreat resolve of self-sacrifice, is not plain.The letter protests in a tedious preamble that the writer is moved\nentirely by the Spirit of God, and continues:\n\n\"Let therefore this my well advised protestation, which here I make\nbetween God and my own conscience, be a sufficient witness, at the\ndreadful day of judgment (when the secrets of all men's hearts shall be\nopened) to condemne me herein, if my chiefest interest and purpose be\nnot to strive with all my power of body and mind, in the undertaking\nof so weighty a matter, no way led (so far forth as man's weakness may\npermit) with the unbridled desire of carnall affection; but for the good\nof this plantation, for the honour of our countrie, for the glory of\nGod, for my owne salvation, and for the converting to the true knowledge\nof God and Jesus Christ, an unbelieving creature, namely Pokahuntas.To whom my heartie and best thoughts are, and have a long time bin so\nentangled, and inthralled in so intricate a laborinth, that I was even\nawearied to unwinde myself thereout.\"Master Rolfe goes on to describe the mighty war in his meditations on\nthis subject, in which he had set before his eyes the frailty of mankind\nand his proneness to evil and wicked thoughts.The garden is east of the kitchen.He is aware of God's\ndispleasure against the sons of Levi and Israel for marrying strange\nwives, and this has caused him to look about warily and with good\ncircumspection \"into the grounds and principall agitations which should\nthus provoke me to be in love with one, whose education hath bin rude,\nher manners barbarous, her generation accursed, and so discrepant in\nall nurtriture from myselfe, that oftentimes with feare and trembling,\nI have ended my private controversie with this: surely these are\nwicked instigations, fetched by him who seeketh and delighteth in man's\ndistruction; and so with fervent", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The good man was desperately in love and wanted to marry the Indian, and\nconsequently he got no peace; and still being tormented with her image,\nwhether she was absent or present, he set out to produce an ingenious\nreason (to show the world) for marrying her.He continues:\n\n\"Thus when I thought I had obtained my peace and quietnesse, beholde\nanother, but more gracious tentation hath made breaches into my holiest\nand strongest meditations; with which I have been put to a new triall,\nin a straighter manner than the former; for besides the weary passions\nand sufferings which I have dailey, hourely, yea and in my sleepe\nindured, even awaking me to astonishment, taxing me with remissnesse,\nand carelessnesse, refusing and neglecting to perform the duteie of a\ngood Christian, pulling me by the eare, and crying: Why dost thou not\nindeavor to make her a Christian?And these have happened to my greater\nwonder, even when she hath been furthest seperated from me, which\nin common reason (were it not an undoubted work of God) might breede\nforgetfulnesse of a far more worthie creature.\"He accurately describes the symptoms and appears to understand the\nremedy, but he is after a large-sized motive:\n\n\"Besides, I say the holy Spirit of God hath often demanded of me, why I\nwas created?The bedroom is west of the garden.If not for transitory pleasures and worldly vanities, but\nto labour in the Lord's vineyard, there to sow and plant, to nourish and\nincrease the fruites thereof, daily adding with the good husband in the\ngospell, somewhat to the tallent, that in the ends the fruites may be\nreaped, to the comfort of the labourer in this life, and his salvation\nin the world to come.... Likewise, adding hereunto her great appearance\nof love to me, her desire to be taught and instructed in the knowledge\nof God, her capablenesse of understanding, her aptness and willingness\nto receive anie good impression, and also the spirituall, besides her\nowne incitements stirring me up hereunto.\"The bathroom is west of the bedroom.The \"incitements\" gave him courage, so that he exclaims: \"Shall I be of\nso untoward a disposition, as to refuse to lead the blind into the right\nway?Shall I be so unnatural, as not to give bread to the hungrie, or\nuncharitable, as not to cover the naked?\"It wasn't to be thought of, such wickedness; and so Master Rolfe screwed\nup his courage to marry the glorious Princess, from whom thousands\nof people were afterwards so anxious to be descended.But he made the\nsacrifice for the glory of the country, the benefit of the plantation,\nand the conversion of the unregenerate, and other and lower motive\nhe vigorously repels: \"Now, if the vulgar sort, who square all men's\nactions by the base rule of their own filthinesse, shall tax or taunt\nmee in this my godly labour:", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "With the English architects this never was the\ncase; they were always able to design their vaults in such forms as they\nthought would be most beautiful artistically, and, owing to the greater\nsolidity of their supports, to carry them out as at first designed.[12]\n\nIt was left for the Germans to carry this system to its acme of\nabsurdity.The office is south of the bedroom.Half the merit of the old Round arched Gothic cathedrals on\nthe Rhine consists in their solidity and the repose they display in\nevery part.Their walls and other essential parts are always in\nthemselves sufficient to support the roofs and vaults, and no\nconstructive contrivance is seen anywhere; but when the Germans adopted\nthe pointed style, their builders\u2014they can hardly be called\narchitects\u2014seemed to think that the whole art consisted in supporting\nthe widest possible vaults on the thinnest possible pillars and in\nconstructing the tallest windows with the most attenuated mullions.The\nconsequence is, that though their constructive skill still excites the\nwonder of the mason or the engineer, the artist or the architect turns\nfrom the cold vaults and lean piers of their later cathedrals with a\npainful feeling of unsatisfied expectation, and wonders why such\ndimensions and such details should produce a result so utterly\nunsatisfactory.So many circumstances require to be taken into consideration, that it is\nimpossible to prescribe any general rules in such a subject as this, but\nthe following table will explain to a certain extent the ratio of the\narea to the points of support in sixteen of the principal buildings of\nthe world.The bedroom is south of the hallway.[13] As far as it goes, it tends to prove that the\nsatisfactory architectural effect of a building is nearly in the inverse\nratio to the mechanical cleverness displayed in its construction.----------------------+--------+--------+--------+--------------------\n                       |        |        |Ratio in|    Nearest\n                       |  Area.| Solids.|Decimals| Vulgar Fractions.----------------------+--------+--------+--------+--------------------\n                       |  Feet.|        |\n Hypostyle Hall, Karnac| 63,070 | 18,681 |  .296 |  Three-tenths.Peter\u2019s, Rome     |227,000 | 59,308 |  .261 |  One-fourth.Spires Cathedral      | 56,737 | 12,076 |  .216 |  One-fifth.Maria, Florence  | 81,802 | 17,056 |  .201 |  One-fifth.Bourges Cathedral     | 61,590 | 11,091 |  .181 |  One-sixth.Paul\u2019s,", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Genevi\u00e8ve, Paris | 60,287 |  9,269 |  .154 |  One-sixth.Parthenon, Athens     | 23,140 |  4,430 |  .148 |  One-seventh.Chartres Cathedral    | 68,261 |  8,886 |  .130 |  One-eighth.The bathroom is south of the office.Salisbury Cathedral   | 55,853 |  7,012 |  .125 |  One-eighth.Paris, Notre Dame     | 61,108 |  7,852 |  .122 |  One-eighth.Temple of Peace       | 68,000 |  7,600 |  .101 |  One-ninth.Milan Cathedral       |108,277 | 11,601 |  .107 |  One-tenth.Cologne Cathedral     | 91,164 |  9,554 |  .104 |  One-tenth.York Cathedral        | 72,860 |  7,376 |  .101 |  One-tenth.Ouen, Rouen       | 47,107 |  4,637 |  .097 |  One-tenth.----------------------+--------+--------+--------+--------------------\n\nAt the head of the list stands the Hypostyle Hall, and next to it\npractically is the Parthenon, which being the only wooden-roofed\nbuilding in the list, its ratio of support in proportion to the work\nrequired is nearly as great as that of the Temple at Karnac.Spires only\nwants better details to be one of the grandest edifices in Europe, and\nBourges, Paris, Chartres, and Salisbury are among the most satisfactory\nGothic cathedrals we possess.Ouen, notwithstanding all its beauty\nof detail and design, fails in this one point, and is certainly\ndeficient in solidity.Cologne and Milan would both be very much\nimproved by greater massiveness: and at York the lightness of the\nsupports is carried so far that it never can be completed with the\nvaulted roof originally designed, for the nave at least.The garden is north of the office.The four great Renaissance cathedrals, at Rome, Florence, London, and\nParis, enumerated in this list, have quite sufficient strength for\narchitectural effect, but the value of this is lost from concealed\nconstruction, and because the supports are generally grouped into a few\ngreat masses, the dimensions of which cannot be estimated by the eye.A\nGothic architect would have divided these masses into twice or three\ntimes the number of the piers used in these churches, and by employing\nornament designed to display and accentuate the construction, would have\nrendered these buildings far more satisfactory than they are.In this respect the great art of the architect consists in obtaining the\ngreatest possible amount of unencumbered space internally, consistent in\nthe first place with the requisite amount of permanent mechanical\nstability, and next with such an appearance of", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "It is extremely difficult to lay down any general rules as to the forms\nbest adapted to architectural purposes, as the value of a form in\narchitecture depends wholly on the position in which it is placed and\nthe use to which it is applied.There is in consequence no prescribed\nform, however ugly it may appear at present, that may not one day be\nfound to be the very best for a given purpose; and, in like manner, none\nof those most admired which may not become absolutely offensive when\nused in a manner for which they are unsuited.In itself no simple form\nseems to have any inherent value of its own, and it is only by\ncombination of one with another that they become effective.If, for\ninstance, we take a series of twenty or thirty figures, placing a cube\nat one end as the most solid of angular and a sphere at the other as the\nmost perfect of round shapes, it would be easy to cut off the angles of\nthe cube in successive gradations till it became a polygon of so many\nsides as to be nearly curvilinear.On the other hand by modifying the\nsphere through all the gradations of conic sections, it might meet the\nother series in the centre without there being any abrupt distinction\nbetween them.Such a series might be compared to the notes of a piano.The hallway is east of the office.We cannot say that any one of the base or treble notes is in itself more\nbeautiful than the others.The kitchen is west of the office.It is only by a combination of several notes\nthat harmony is produced, and gentle or brilliant melodies by their\nfading into one another, or by strongly marked contrasts.Room, between CHARLES the fair and unveracious,--\n   Martyr and liar, made comely by VANDYKE,--\n  And CHARLES the hireling, callous and salacious?Strange for the sturdy Huntingdonian tyke\n  To stand between Court spaniel and sleek hound!Surely that whirligig hath run full round!Exhumed, cast out!--among our Kings set high!(Which were the true dishonour NOLL might question.)The sleek false STUARTS well might shrug and sigh Make room--for\n      _him_?O Right\n  Divine, most picturesque quaint craze, How art thou fallen upon evil\n      days!What will White Rose fanatics say to this?Stuartomaniacs will ye not come wailing;\n  Or fill these aisles with one gregarious hiss\n   Of angry scorn, one howl of bitter railing?To think that CHARLES the trickster, CHARLES the droll,\n   Should thus be hob-a-nobbed by red-nosed NOLL!Methinks I hear the black-a-vised one sneer \"Ods bobs,\n   Sire, this is what I've long expected!If they had _him_, and not his statue, here\n   Some other 'baubles' might be soon ejected.Dark STRAFFORD--I mean SALISBURY--_might_ loose\n   More than his Veto, did he play the goose.", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"He'd find perchance that Huntingdon was stronger\n   Than Leeds with all its Programmes.NOLL might vow That Measure-murder should go on no longer;\n   And that Obstruction he would check and cow.Which would disturb MACALLUM MORE'S composure;\n   The Axe is yet more summary than the Closure!The office is east of the hallway.\"As for the Commons--both with the Rad 'Rump'\n   And Tory 'Tail' alike he might deal tartly.He'd have small mercy upon prig or pump;\n   I wonder what he'd think of B-WL-S and B-RTL-Y?Depend upon it, NOLL would purge the place\n   Of much beside Sir HARRY and the Mace.\"Your Majesties make room there--for a Man!Yes, after several centuries of waiting,\n  It seems that Smug Officialism's plan\n   A change from the next Session may be dating.You tell us, genial HERBERT GLADSTONE, that you\n   _May_ find the funds, next year, for CROMWELL'S Statue!Well the STUART pair\n   May gaze on that stout shape as on a spectre.Subject for England's sculptors it is rare\n   To find like that of England's Great Protector;\n  And he with bigot folly is imbued,\n   Who deems that CROMWELL'S Statute _can_ intrude![Illustration: \"ROOM FOR A BIG ONE!\"_Cromwell._ \"NOW THEN, YOUR MAJESTIES, I HOPE I DON'T INTRUDE!\"]*       *       *       *       *\n\n\"OH, YOU WICKED STORY!\"(_Cry of the Cockney Street Child._)\n\nSpeaking of our Neo-Neurotic and \"Personal\" Novelists, JAMES PAYN says:\n\"None of the authors of these works are storytellers.\"No, not in his\nown honest, wholesome, stirring sense, certainly.But, like other\nnaughty--and nasty-minded--children, they \"tell stories\" in their own\nway; \"great big stories,\" too, and \"tales out of school\" into the\nbargain.Having, like the Needy Knife-grinder, no story (in the true\nsense) to tell, they tell--well, let us say, tara-diddles!Truth is\nstranger than even _their_ fiction, but it is not always so \"smart\" or\nso \"risky\" as a loose, long-winded, flippant, cynical and personal\nliterary \"lie which is half a truth,\" in three sloppy, slangy, but\n\"smart\"--oh, yes, decidedly \"smart\"--volumes!*       *       *       *       *\n\nLYRE AND LANCET.The kitchen is west of the hallway.(_A Story in Scenes._)\n\nPART IX.--THE MAUVA", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "SCENE XVI.--_The Chinese Drawing Room at Wyvern._\n\nTIME--7.50.Lady CULVERIN _is alone, glancing over a written list._\n\n_Lady Cantire (entering)._ Down already, ALBINIA?I _thought_ if I made\nhaste I should get a quiet chat with you before anybody else came in.Oh, the list of couples for RUPERT.(_As_\nLady CULVERIN _surrenders it_.)My dear, you're _not_ going to inflict\nthat mincing little PILLINER boy on poor MAISIE!At least let her have somebody she's used to.He's an old friend, and she's not seen him for months.I\nmust alter that, if you've no objection.(_She does._) And then you've\ngiven my poor Poet to that SPELWANE girl!_Lady Culverin._ I thought she wouldn't mind putting up with him just\nfor one evening._Lady Cant._ Wouldn't _mind_!And is that how you\nspeak of a celebrity when you are so fortunate as to have one to\nentertain?_Lady Culv._ But, my dear ROHESIA, you must allow that, whatever his\ntalents may be, he is not--well, not _quite_ one of Us._Lady Cant._ (_blandly_).My dear, I never heard he had any connection\nwith the manufacture of chemical manures, in which your worthy Papa so\ngreatly distinguished himself--if _that_ is what you mean._Lady Culv._ (_with some increase of colour_).That is _not_ what I\nmeant, ROHESIA--as you know perfectly well.SPURRELL'S manner is most objectionable; when he's not obsequious, he's\nhorribly familiar!_Lady Cant._ (_sharply_).He strikes me as well\nenough--for that class of person.And it is intellect, soul, all that\nkind of thing that _I_ value.I look _below_ the surface, and I find a\ngreat deal that is very original and charming in this young man.And\nsurely, my dear, if I find myself able to associate with him, _you_ need\nnot be so fastidious!I consider him my _protege_, and I won't have him\nslighted.He is far too good for VIVIEN SPELWANE!_Lady Culv._ (_with just a suspicion of malice_).Perhaps, ROHESIA, you\nwould like him to take _you_ in?_Lady Cant._ That, of course, is quite out of the question.I see you\nhave given me the Bishop--he's a poor, dry stick of a man--never forgets\nhe was the Headmaster of Swisham--but he's always glad to meet _me_._Lady Culv._ I really don't know whom I _can_ give Mr.The hallway is south of the garden.The garden is south of the bedroom.There's\nRHODA COKAYNE, but she's not poetical, and she'll get on much better\nwith ARCHIE BEARPARK.BR", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "_Lady Cant._ (_as she corrects the list_).A lively, agreeable\nwoman--she'll amuse him._Now_ you can give RUPERT the list.The office is north of the kitchen.[Sir RUPERT _and various members of the house-party appear one by\n    one;_ Lord _and_ Lady LULLINGTON, _the_ Bishop of BIRCHESTER _and_\n    Mrs.EARWAKER, _and_ Mr.SHORTHORN _are\n    announced at intervals; salutations, recognitions, and commonplaces\n    are exchanged_._Lady Cant._ (_later--to the_ Bishop, _genially_).RODNEY, you and I haven't met since we had our great battle about--now,\nwas it the necessity of throwing open the Public Schools to the lower\nclasses--for whom of course they were originally _intended_--or was it\nthe failure of the Church to reach the Working Man?His limp marked the big snowstorm in the fifties, when his horse missed\nthe road in Glen Urtach, and they rolled together in a drift.MacLure\nescaped with a broken leg and the fracture of three ribs, but he never\nwalked like other men again.He could not swing himself into the saddle\nwithout making two attempts and holding Jess's mane.Neither can you\n\"warstle\" through the peat bogs and snow drifts for forty winters\nwithout a touch of rheumatism.The kitchen is north of the garden.But they were honorable scars, and for\nsuch risks of life men get the Victoria Cross in other fields.[Illustration: \"FOR SUCH RISKS OF LIFE MEN GET THE VICTORIA CROSS IN\nOTHER FIELDS\"]\n\nMacLure got nothing but the secret affection of the Glen, which knew\nthat none had ever done one-tenth as much for it as this ungainly,\ntwisted, battered figure, and I have  seen a Drumtochty face\nsoften at the sight of MacLure limping to his horse.Hopps earned the ill-will of the Glen for ever by criticising\nthe doctor's dress, but indeed it would have filled any townsman with\namazement.Black he wore once a year, on Sacrament Sunday, and, if\npossible, at a funeral; topcoat or waterproof never.His jacket and\nwaistcoat were rough homespun of Glen Urtach wool, which threw off the\nwet like a duck's back, and below he was clad in shepherd's tartan\ntrousers, which disappeared into unpolished riding boots.His shirt was\ngrey flannel, and he was uncertain about a collar, but certain as to a\ntie which he never had, his beard doing instead, and his hat was soft\nfelt of four colors and seven different shapes.His point of distinction\nin dress was the trousers, and they were the subject of unending\nspeculation.\"Some threep that he's worn thae eedentical pair the last twenty year,\nan' a' mind masel him gettin' a tear ahint, when he was crossin' oor\npalin", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"Ithers declare 'at he's got a wab o' claith, and hes a new pair made in\nMuirtown aince in the twa year maybe, and keeps them in the garden till\nthe new look wears aff.\"For ma ain pairt,\" Soutar used to declare, \"a' canna mak up my mind,\nbut there's ae thing sure, the Glen wud not like tae see him withoot\nthem: it wud be a shock tae confidence.The bathroom is east of the garden.There's no muckle o' the check\nleft, but ye can aye tell it, and when ye see thae breeks comin' in ye\nken that if human pooer can save yir bairn's life it 'ill be dune.\"The confidence of the Glen--and tributary states--was unbounded, and\nrested partly on long experience of the doctor's resources, and partly\non his hereditary connection.The hallway is east of the bathroom.\"His father was here afore him,\" Mrs.Macfadyen used to explain; \"atween\nthem they've hed the countyside for weel on tae a century; if MacLure\ndisna understand oor constitution, wha dis, a' wud like tae ask?\"For Drumtochty had its own constitution and a special throat disease, as\nbecame a parish which was quite self-contained between the woods and the\nhills, and not dependent on the lowlands either for its diseases or its\ndoctors.\"He's a skilly man, Doctor MacLure,\" continued my friend Mrs.Macfayden,\nwhose judgment on sermons or anything else was seldom at fault; \"an'\na kind-hearted, though o' coorse he hes his faults like us a', an' he\ndisna tribble the Kirk often.\"He aye can tell what's wrang wi' a body, an' maistly he can put ye\nricht, and there's nae new-fangled wys wi' him: a blister for the\nootside an' Epsom salts for the inside dis his wark, an' they say\nthere's no an herb on the hills he disna ken.\"If we're tae dee, we're tae dee; an' if we're tae live, we're tae live,\"\nconcluded Elspeth, with sound Calvinistic logic; \"but a'll say this\nfor the doctor, that whether yir tae live or dee, he can aye keep up a\nsharp meisture on the skin.\"\"But he's no veera ceevil gin ye bring him when there's naethin' wrang,\"\nand Mrs.Macfayden's face reflected another of Mr.Hopps' misadventures\nof which Hillocks held the copyright.\"Hopps' laddie ate grosarts (gooseberries) till they hed to sit up a'\nnicht wi' him, an' naethin' wud do but they maun hae the doctor, an' he\nwrites 'immediately' on a slip o' paper.\"Weel,", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"'What's a dae here, Hillocks?\"he cries; 'it's no an accident, is't?'and when he got aff his horse he cud hardly stand wi' stiffness and\ntire.\"'It's nane o' us, doctor; it's Hopps' laddie; he's been eatin' ower\nmony berries.'The garden is east of the hallway.[Illustration: \"HOPPS' LADDIE ATE GROSARTS\"]\n\n\"If he didna turn on me like a tiger.\"<DW37> ye mean tae say----'\n\n\"'Weesht, weesht,' an' I tried tae quiet him, for Hopps wes comin' oot.\"'Well, doctor,' begins he, as brisk as a magpie, 'you're here at last;\nthere's no hurry with you Scotchmen.My boy has been sick all night, and\nI've never had one wink of sleep.You might have come a little quicker,\nthat's all I've got to say.'\"We've mair tae dae in Drumtochty than attend tae every bairn that hes a\nsair stomach,' and a' saw MacLure wes roosed.Our doctor at home always says to\nMrs.'Opps \"Look on me as a family friend, Mrs.'Opps, and send for me\nthough it be only a headache.\"'\"'He'd be mair sparin' o' his offers if he hed four and twenty mile tae\nlook aifter.There's naethin' wrang wi' yir laddie but greed.The office is west of the hallway.Gie him a\ngude dose o' castor oil and stop his meat for a day, an' he 'ill be a'\nricht the morn.'\"'He 'ill not take castor oil, doctor.We have given up those barbarous\nmedicines.'\"'Whatna kind o' medicines hae ye noo in the Sooth?'MacLure, we're homoeopathists, and I've my little\nchest here,' and oot Hopps comes wi' his boxy.\"'Let's see't,' an' MacLure sits doon and taks oot the bit bottles, and\nhe reads the names wi' a lauch every time.\"'Belladonna; did ye ever hear the like?Weel, ma mannie,' he says tae Hopps, 'it's a fine\nploy, and ye 'ill better gang on wi' the Nux till it's dune, and gie him\nony ither o' the sweeties he fancies.\"'Noo, Hillocks, a' maun be aff tae see Drumsheugh's grieve, for he's\ndoon wi' the fever, and it's tae be a teuch fecht.A' hinna time tae\nwait for dinner; gie me some cheese an' cake in ma haund, and Jess 'ill\ntak a pail o' meal an' water.\"'Fee; a'm no wantin' yir fees, man; wi' that boxy ye dinna need a\ndoctor;", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "His fees were pretty much what the folk chose to give him, and he\ncollected them once a year at Kildrummie fair.\"Well, doctor, what am a' awin' ye for the wife and bairn?Ye 'ill need\nthree notes for that nicht ye stayed in the hoose an' a' the veesits.\"He carries\nhimself very modestly, almost bashfully, but overcoming his\nfirst uneasiness, he speaks warmly and powerfully and freely.The bathroom is south of the hallway.All treat him with profound respect._\n\n_Lagard is a strong old man with a leonine gray head.He speaks\nsimply, his gestures are calm and resolute.It is evident that\nhe is in the habit of speaking from a platform._\n\n_Jeanne holds a large bouquet of flowers in her hands.Count\nClairmont walks directly toward Grelieu's bedside._\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\n_Confused._\n\nI have come to shake hands with you, my dear master.Oh, but\ndo not make a single unnecessary movement, not a single one,\notherwise I shall be very unhappy!EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI am deeply moved, I am happy.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nNo, no, don't speak that way.Here stands before you only a man\nwho has learned to think from your books.But see what they have\ndone to you--look, Lagard!LAGARD\n\nHow are you, Grelieu?I, too, want to shake your hand.The hallway is south of the bedroom.Today I\nam a Secretary by the will of Fate, but yesterday I was only a\nphysician, and I may congratulate you--you have a kind hand.GENERAL\n\n_Coming forward modestly._\n\nAllow me, too, in the name of this entire army of ours to\nexpress to you our admiration, Monsieur Grelieu!EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI thank you.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nBut perhaps it is necessary to have a surgeon?JEANNE\n\nHe can listen and talk, Count.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\n_Noticing Maurice, confused._\n\nOh!Please put down your hand--you are wounded.MAURICE\n\nI am so happy, Count.JEANNE\n\nThis is our second son.Our first son, Pierre, was killed at\nLi\u00e8ge--\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nI dare not console you, Madame Grelieu.Give me your hand,\nMaurice.I dare not--\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nMy dear young man, I, too, am nothing but a soldier now.My children and my wife\nhave sent you flowers--but where are they?JEANNE\n\nHere they are, Count.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nThank you.But I did not know that your flowers were better than\nmine, for my flowers smell of smoke._To Count Clairmont._\n\nHis pulse is good.Grelieu, we have come to you not only to\nexpress our sympathy.Through me all the working people of", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The garden is south of the hallway.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI am proud of it, Lagard.LAGARD\n\nBut we are just as proud.Yes; there is something we must\ndiscuss with you.Count Clairmont did not wish to disturb you,\nbut I said: \"Let him die, but before that we must speak to him.\"EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI am not dying.Maurice, I think you had better go out.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\n_Quickly._\n\nOh, no, no.He is your son, Grelieu, and he should be present to\nhear what his father will say.Oh, I should have been proud to\nhave such a father.LAGARD\n\nOur Count is a very fine young man--Pardon me, Count, I have\nagain upset our--\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nThat's nothing, I have already grown accustomed to it.Master,\nit is necessary for you and your family to leave for Antwerp\ntoday.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nAre our affairs in such a critical condition?LAGARD\n\nWhat is there to tell?That\nhorde of Huns is coming upon us like the tide of the sea.Today\nthey are still there, but tomorrow they will flood your house,\nGrelieu.To what can we resort\nin our defence?On this side are they, and there is the sea.Only very little is left of Belgium, Grelieu.Very soon there\nwill be no room even for my beard here.The bedroom is south of the garden.Dull sounds of cannonading are heard in the distance.All turn their eyes to the window._\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nIs that a battle?COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\n_Listening, calmly._\n\nNo, that is only the beginning.But tomorrow they will carry\ntheir devilish weapons past your house.Do you know they are\nreal iron monsters, under whose weight our earth is quaking\nand groaning.They are moving slowly, like amphibia that have\ncrawled out at night from the abyss--but they are moving!Another few days will pass, and they will crawl over to Antwerp,\nthey will turn their jaws to the city, to the churches--Woe to\nBelgium, master!LAGARD\n\nYes, it is very bad.We are an honest and peaceful people\ndespising bloodshed, for war is such a stupid affair!And we\nshould not have had a single soldier long ago were it not for\nthis accursed neighbor, this den of murderers.GENERAL\n\nAnd what would we have done without any soldiers, Monsieur\nLagard?LAGARD\n\nAnd what can we do with soldiers, Monsieur General?COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nYou are wrong, Lagard.With our little army there is still one\npossibility--to die as freemen die.But without an army we would\nhave been bootblacks, Lagard!LAGARD\n\n_Grumbling._\n\nWell, I would not clean anybody's boots.Things are in bad\nshape, Grelieu, in very bad shape", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "And there is but one remedy\nleft for us--.The hallway is west of the garden.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI know.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nThe dam._Jeanne and Emil shudder and look at each other with terror in\ntheir eyes._\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nYou shuddered, you are shuddering, madame.But what am I to do,\nwhat are we to do, we who dare not shudder?JEANNE\n\nOh, I simply thought of a girl who was trying to find her way to\nLonua.She will never find her way to Lonua.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nBut what is to be done?The Count steps away to the window\nand looks out, nervously twitching his mustaches.Maurice has\nmoved aside and, as before, stands at attention.Jeanne stands\na little distance away from him, with her shoulder leaning\nagainst the wall, her beautiful pale head thrown back.Lagard is\nsitting at the bedside as before, stroking his gray, disheveled\nbeard.The General is absorbed in gloomy thoughts._\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\n_Turning around resolutely._\n\nI am a peaceful man, but I can understand why people take up\narms.That means a sword, a gun, explosive contrivances.Fire is killing people, but at the same time it\nalso gives light.There is something of the\nancient sacrifice in it.cold, dark, silent, covering\nwith mire, causing bodies to swell--water, which was the\nbeginning of chaos; water, which is guarding the earth by day\nand night in order to rush upon it.My friend, believe me, I am\nquite a daring man, but I am afraid of water!Lagard, what would\nyou say to that?LAGARD\n\nWe Belgians have too long been struggling against the water not\nto have learned to fear it.JEANNE\n\nBut what is more terrible, the Prussians or water?GENERAL\n\n_Bowing._\n\nMadame is right.\"Good Toto, kind Toto, is he gone?The garden is west of the bathroom.I would not be\neaten to-day, Toto, if it could be avoided.\"If you mean the hawk,\" said Toto, \"he is _not_ gone; and what is more,\nhe isn't going, for your master has asked him to stay the rest of the\nwinter.Bruin has bound him\nover to keep the peace, and you must come out and make the best of it.\"The unhappy crow begged and protested, but all in vain.Toto caught him\nup, laughing, and carried him to his master, who set him on his knee,\nand smoothed his rumpled plumage kindly.The hawk, who was highly\ngratified by the hermit's invitation, put on his most gracious manner,\nand soon convinced the crow that he meant him no harm.\"A member of the ancient family of Corvus!\"\"Contemporaries, and probably friends, of the early Falcons.Let us also\nbe friends, dear sir; and", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "But now Bruin and Pigeon Pretty were eager to hear all the home news\nfrom the cottage.They listened with breathless interest to Toto's\naccount of the attempted robbery, and of <DW53>'s noble \"defence of the\ncastle,\" as the boy called it.Miss Mary also received her full share of\nthe credit, nor was the kettle excluded from honorable mention.When all\nwas told, Toto proceeded to unpack the basket he had brought, which\ncontained gingerbread, eggs, apples, and a large can of butter-milk\nmarked \"For Bruin.\"The garden is west of the bedroom.Many were the joyous exclamations called forth by\nthis present of good cheer; and it seemed as if the old hermit could not\nsufficiently express his gratitude to Toto and his good grandmother.The office is east of the bedroom.cried the boy, half distressed by the oft-repeated thanks.\"If you only knew how we _like_ it!Besides,\"\nhe added, \"I want you to do something for _me_ now, Mr.Baldhead, so\nthat will turn the tables.A shower is coming up, and it is early yet,\nso I need not go home for an hour.So, will you not tell us a story?We\nare very fond of stories,--Bruin and Pigeon Pretty and I.\"\"With all my heart, dear\nlad!\"I have not heard a fairy story\nfor a long time.\"said the hermit, after a moment's reflection.\"When I was a\nboy like you, Toto, I lived in Ireland, the very home of the fairy-folk;\nso I know more about them than most people, perhaps, and this is an\nIrish fairy story that I am going to tell you.\"And settling himself comfortably on his moss-pillows, the hermit began\nthe story of--\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER XIII.\"'It's Green Men, it's Green Men,\n        All in the wood together;\n      And, oh!we're feared o' the Green Men\n        In all the sweet May weather,'--\n\n\n\"ON'Y I'm _not_ feared o' thim mesilf!\"said Eileen, breaking off her\nsong with a little merry laugh.\"Wouldn't I be plazed to meet wan o'\nthim this day, in the wud!Sure, it 'ud be the lookiest day o' me\nloife.\"She parted the boughs, and entered the deep wood, where she was to\ngather <DW19>s for her mother.Holding up her blue apron carefully, the\nlittle girl stepped lightly here and there, picking up the dry brown\nsticks, and talking to herself all the while,--to keep herself company,\nas she thought.\"Thin I makes a low curchy,\" she was saying, \"loike that wan Mother made\nto the lord's lady yistherday, and the Green Man he gi'es me a nod,\nand--\n\n\"'What's yer name, me dear?'\"'Eileen Macarthy, yer Honor's R", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "I mustn't say\n'Riverence,' bekase he's not a priest, ava'.The bedroom is south of the bathroom.'Yer Honor's Grace' wud do\nbetter.\"'And what wud ye loike for a prisint, Eily?'\"And thin I'd say--lit me see!A big green grasshopper, caught be his leg\nin a spider's wib.Wait a bit, poor crathur, oi'll lit ye free agin.\"Full of pity for the poor grasshopper, Eily stooped to lift it carefully\nout of the treacherous net into which it had fallen.But what was her\namazement on perceiving that the creature was not a grasshopper, but a\ntiny man, clad from head to foot in light green, and with a scarlet cap\non his head.The little fellow was hopelessly entangled in the net, from\nwhich he made desperate efforts to free himself, but the silken strands\nwere quite strong enough to hold him prisoner.For a moment Eileen stood petrified with amazement, murmuring to\nherself, \"Howly Saint Bridget!Sure, I niver\nthought I'd find wan really in loife!\"but the next moment her kindness\nof heart triumphed over her fear, and stooping once more she very gently\ntook the little man up between her thumb and finger, pulled away the\nclinging web, and set him respectfully on the top of a large toadstool\nwhich stood conveniently near.The little Green Man shook himself, dusted his jacket with his red cap,\nand then looked up at Eileen with twinkling eyes.\"Ye have saved my life, and ye\nshall not be the worse for it, if ye _did_ take me for a grasshopper.\"Eily was rather abashed at this, but the little man looked very kind; so\nshe plucked up her courage, and when he asked, \"What is yer name, my\ndear?\"(\"jist for all the wurrld the way I thought of,\" she said to\nherself) answered bravely, with a low courtesy, \"Eileen Macarthy, yer\nHonor's Riverence--Grace, I mane!\"and then she added, \"They calls me\nEily, most times, at home.\"\"Well, Eily,\" said the Green Man, \"I suppose ye know who I am?\"\"A fairy, plaze yer Honor's Grace!\"\"Sure, I've aften heerd av yer Honor's people, but I niver thought I'd\nsee wan of yez.It's rale plazed I am, sure enough.Manny's the time\nDocthor O'Shaughnessy's tell't me there was no sich thing as yez; but I\nniver belaved him, yer Honor!\"The bedroom is north of the garden.said the Green Man, heartily, \"that's very right.And now, Eily, alanna, I'm going to do ye a\nfairy's turn before I go.Ye shall have yer wish of whatever ye like in\nthe world.Take a minute to think about it, and then make up y", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Her dreams had then come true; she was to\nhave a fairy wish!Eily had all the old fairy-stories at her tongue's end, for her\nmother told her one every night as she sat at her spinning.Well the STUART pair\n   May gaze on that stout shape as on a spectre.Subject for England's sculptors it is rare\n   To find like that of England's Great Protector;\n  And he with bigot folly is imbued,\n   Who deems that CROMWELL'S Statute _can_ intrude![Illustration: \"ROOM FOR A BIG ONE!\"_Cromwell._ \"NOW THEN, YOUR MAJESTIES, I HOPE I DON'T INTRUDE!\"]*       *       *       *       *\n\n\"OH, YOU WICKED STORY!\"(_Cry of the Cockney Street Child._)\n\nSpeaking of our Neo-Neurotic and \"Personal\" Novelists, JAMES PAYN says:\n\"None of the authors of these works are storytellers.\"No, not in his\nown honest, wholesome, stirring sense, certainly.But, like other\nnaughty--and nasty-minded--children, they \"tell stories\" in their own\nway; \"great big stories,\" too, and \"tales out of school\" into the\nbargain.The bedroom is north of the garden.Having, like the Needy Knife-grinder, no story (in the true\nsense) to tell, they tell--well, let us say, tara-diddles!Truth is\nstranger than even _their_ fiction, but it is not always so \"smart\" or\nso \"risky\" as a loose, long-winded, flippant, cynical and personal\nliterary \"lie which is half a truth,\" in three sloppy, slangy, but\n\"smart\"--oh, yes, decidedly \"smart\"--volumes!*       *       *       *       *\n\nLYRE AND LANCET.(_A Story in Scenes._)\n\nPART IX.--THE MAUVAIS QUART D'HEURE.The kitchen is south of the garden.SCENE XVI.--_The Chinese Drawing Room at Wyvern._\n\nTIME--7.50.Lady CULVERIN _is alone, glancing over a written list._\n\n_Lady Cantire (entering)._ Down already, ALBINIA?I _thought_ if I made\nhaste I should get a quiet chat with you before anybody else came in.Oh, the list of couples for RUPERT.(_As_\nLady CULVERIN _surrenders it_.)My dear, you're _not_ going to inflict\nthat mincing little PILLINER boy on poor MAISIE!At least let her have somebody she's used to.He's an old friend, and she's not seen him for months.I\nmust alter that, if you've no objection.(_She does._) And then you've\ngiven my poor Poet to that SPEL", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "_Lady Culverin._ I thought she wouldn't mind putting up with him just\nfor one evening._Lady Cant._ Wouldn't _mind_!And is that how you\nspeak of a celebrity when you are so fortunate as to have one to\nentertain?_Lady Culv._ But, my dear ROHESIA, you must allow that, whatever his\ntalents may be, he is not--well, not _quite_ one of Us._Lady Cant._ (_blandly_).My dear, I never heard he had any connection\nwith the manufacture of chemical manures, in which your worthy Papa so\ngreatly distinguished himself--if _that_ is what you mean._Lady Culv._ (_with some increase of colour_).That is _not_ what I\nmeant, ROHESIA--as you know perfectly well.SPURRELL'S manner is most objectionable; when he's not obsequious, he's\nhorribly familiar!_Lady Cant._ (_sharply_).He strikes me as well\nenough--for that class of person.And it is intellect, soul, all that\nkind of thing that _I_ value.I look _below_ the surface, and I find a\ngreat deal that is very original and charming in this young man.And\nsurely, my dear, if I find myself able to associate with him, _you_ need\nnot be so fastidious!I consider him my _protege_, and I won't have him\nslighted.He is far too good for VIVIEN SPELWANE!The hallway is east of the bathroom._Lady Culv._ (_with just a suspicion of malice_).Perhaps, ROHESIA, you\nwould like him to take _you_ in?_Lady Cant._ That, of course, is quite out of the question.I see you\nhave given me the Bishop--he's a poor, dry stick of a man--never forgets\nhe was the Headmaster of Swisham--but he's always glad to meet _me_._Lady Culv._ I really don't know whom I _can_ give Mr.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.There's\nRHODA COKAYNE, but she's not poetical, and she'll get on much better\nwith ARCHIE BEARPARK.BROOKE-CHATTERIS--she's sure to\n_talk_, at all events._Lady Cant._ (_as she corrects the list_).A lively, agreeable\nwoman--she'll amuse him._Now_ you can give RUPERT the list.[Sir RUPERT _and various members of the house-party appear one by\n    one;_ Lord _and_ Lady LULLINGTON, _the_ Bishop of BIRCHESTER _and_\n    Mrs.EARWAKER, _and_ Mr.SHORTHORN _are\n    announced at intervals; salutations, recognitions, and commonplaces\n    are exchanged_._Lady Cant._ (_later--to the_ Bishop, _genially_).RODNEY, you and I haven't met since we had our great battle about--now,\nwas it the necessity of throwing open the", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "_The Bishop_ (_who has a holy horror of the_ Countess).I--ah--fear\nI cannot charge my memory so precisely, my dear Lady CANTIRE.We--ah--differ unfortunately on so many subjects.I trust, however, we\nmay--ah--agree to suspend hostilities on this occasion?_Lady Cant._ (_with even more bonhomie_).Don't be too sure of _that_,\nBishop.I've several crows to pluck with you, and we are to go in to\ndinner together, you know!I had no conception that such a pleasure was in\nstore for me!(_To himself._) This must be the penance for breaking my\nrule of never dining out on Saturday!_Lady Cant._ I wonder, Bishop, if you have seen this wonderful volume of\npoetry that everyone is talking about--_Andromeda_?_The Bishop_ (_conscientiously_).I chanced only this morning, by way of\nmomentary relaxation, to take up a journal containing a notice of that\nwork, with copious extracts.The impression left on my mind\nwas--ah--unfavourable; a certain talent, no doubt, some felicity of\nexpression, but a noticeable lack of the--ah--reticence, the discipline,\nthe--the scholarly touch which a training at one of our great Public\nSchools (I forbear to particularise), and at a University, can alone\nimpart.The bedroom is west of the garden.I was also pained to observe a crude discontent with the\nexisting Social System--a system which, if not absolutely perfect,\ncannot be upset or even modified without the gravest danger.But I was\nstill more distressed to note in several passages a decided taint of the\nmorbid sensuousness which renders so much of our modern literature\nsickly and unwholesome._Lady Cant._ All prejudice, my dear Bishop; why, you haven't even _read_\nthe book!However, the author is staying here now, and I feel convinced\nthat if you only knew him, you'd alter your opinion.Such an unassuming,\ninoffensive creature!I'll call him over\nhere.... Goodness, why does he shuffle along in that way!_Spurrell_ (_meeting_ Sir RUPERT).Hope I've kept nobody waiting for\n_me_, Sir RUPERT.Bremen und Leipzig, 1757-66.Sternes Coran und Makariens Archiv.39, p.\u00a0922\u00a0f.Czerny, Johann, Sterne, Hippel und Jean Paul.Deutsche Bibliothek der sch\u00f6nen Wissenschaften.Leipzig, 1776-1788.The kitchen is east of the garden.Edited by Dohm and Boie and\ncontinued to 1791 as Neues deutsches Museum.Ebeling, Friedrich W. Geschichte der komischen Literatur in Deutschland\nw\u00e4hrend der 2.Die englische Sprache und Litteratur in\nDeutschland.Erfurtische Gelehrte Zeitung.Frankfurter Gelehrte Anzeigen.Published under several\ntitles", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Editors, Merck, Bahrdt and others.Gervinus, G. G. Geschichte der deutschen Dichtung.Grundriss zur Geschichte der deutschen Dichtung.Dresden,\n1884-1900.Gothaische gelehrte Zeitungen.Gotha, 1774-1804.Published and edited by\nEttinger.G\u00f6ttingische Anzeigen von Gelehrten Sachen 1753.Michaelis was editor\n1753-1770, then Christian Gottlob Heyne.Hamburger Adress-Comptoir Nachrichten, 1767.Hamburgischer unpartheyischer Correspondent.Full title, Staats- und\nGelehrte Zeitung des Hamburgischen unpartheyischen Correspondenten.The bathroom is west of the kitchen.Editor, 1763-3, Bode; 1767-1770, Albrecht Wittenberg.Goethe plagiaire de Sterne, in Le Monde Ma\u00e7onnique.Der Roman in Deutschland von 1774 bis 1778.Geschichte der deutschen Literatur im achtzehnten\nJahrhundert.Braunschweig, 1893-94.This is the third\ndivision of his Literaturgeschichte des achtzehnten Jahrhunderts.Die deutsche Nationalliteratur seit dem Anfange des\nachtzehnten Jahrhunderts, besonders seit Lessing bis auf die Gegenwart.Historisch-litterarisches Handbuch\nber\u00fchmter und denkw\u00fcrdiger Personen, welche in dem 18.Jahrhundert\ngelebt haben.Jenaische Zeitungen von gelehrten Sachen.Lexikon deutscher Dichter und Prosaisten.Leipzig, 1806-1811.Geschichte der deutschen Nationalliteratur.Ueber die Beziehungen der englischen Literatur zur deutschen\nim 18.Geschichte der deutschen Literatur.Leipziger Musen-Almanach.Editor, 1776-78, Friedrich\nTraugott Hase.Laurence Sterne und Johann Georg Jacobi.Magazin der deutschen Critik.Edited by Gottlob\nBenedict Schirach.Mager, A. Wielands Nachlass des Diogenes von Sinope und das englische\nVorbild.The kitchen is west of the hallway.Das gelehrte Deutschland, oder Lexicon der jetzt\nlebenden deutschen Schriftsteller.Lemgo, 1796-1806.Lexicon der von 1750 bis 1800 verstorbenen\nteutschen Schriftsteller.Neue Allgemeine deutsche Bibliothek.Berlin und Stettin, 1801-1805.Neue Bibliothek der sch\u00f6nen Wissenschaften und der freyen K\u00fc", "question": "What is the kitchen east of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Leipzig, 1765-1806.Felix Weisse, then by the\npublisher Dyk.Greifswald, 1750-1807.Editor from 1779 was\nGeorg Peter M\u00f6ller, professor of history at Greifswald.Neues Bremisches Magazin.Bremen, 1766-1771.Neue Hallische Gelehrte Zeitung.Founded by Klotz in 1766, and edited by\nhim 1766-71, then by Philipp Ernst Bertram, 1772-77.Neue litterarische Unterhaltungen.Breslau, bey Korn der \u00e4 1774-75.Neue Mannigfaltigkeiten.Eine gemeinn\u00fctzige Wochenschrift, follows\nMannigfaltigheiten which ran from Sept., 1769 to May, 1773, and in June\n1773, the new series began.Neue Zeitungen von Gelehrten Sachen.At the latter date the\ntitle was changed to Neue Litteratur Zeitung.Bilder aus dem geistigen Leben unserer Zeit.272 ff, Studien \u00fcber den Englischen\nRoman.Geschichte der deutschen Litteratur von Leibnitz bis\nauf unsere Zeit.Geschichte des geistigen Lebens in Deutschland von\nLeibnitz bis auf Lessing\u2019s Tod, 1681-1781.Leipzig, I, 1862; II, 1864.Schr\u00f6der, Lexicon Hamburgischer Schriftsteller.The office is east of the hallway.Hamburg, 1851-83,\u00a08\nvols.Essays zur Kritik und zur Goethe-Literatur.\u201cWar\nGoethe ein Plagiarius Lorenz Sternes?\u201d Minden i. W., 1885.And Neuer deutscher Merkur.Weimar,\n1790-1810.Edited by Wieland, Reinhold and B\u00f6ttiger.Hamburg bey Bock, 1767-70.Edited by J.\u00a0J. Eschenburg,\nI-IV; Albrecht Wittenberg, V; Christoph Dan.(Der) Wandsbecker Bothe.Wandsbeck,\n1771-75.INDEX OF PROPER NAMES\n\n\n  Abbt, 43.Behrens, Johanna Friederike, 87.Benzler, J.\u00a0L., 61, 62.Blankenburg,\u00a05, 8, 139.Chr., 93, 127, 129-133, 136.Bode, J. J. C., 15, 16, 24, 34, 37, 38, 40-62, 67, 76, 90, 94,\n      106, 115.Bondeli, Julie v., 30, 31.B\u00f6ttiger, C. A., 38, 42-44, 48, 49, 52, 58, 77,\u00a081.Campe, J. H., 43, 164-166.Cervantes, 6, 23, 26The garden is west of the hallway.", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Claudius, 59, 133, 157-158.Draper, Eliza, 64-70, 89, 114, 176.Ebert, 10, 26, 44-46, 59, 62.Eckermann, 98, 101, 104.Ferber, J. C. C., 84.Fielding,\u00a04, 6, 10, 23, 58, 60, 96, 145, 154.Gellert, 32, 37, 120.Gleim,\u00a02, 3, 59, 85-87, 112, 152.G\u00f6chhausen, 88, 140-144, 181.G\u00f6chhausen, Fr\u00e4ulein v., 59.Goethe, 40, 41, 59, 75, 77, 85, 91, 97-109, 126, 153, 156, 167,\n      168, 170, 180.Griffith, Richard, 74-75.Grotthus, Sara v., 40-41.Hamann, 28, 29, 59, 69, 71, 97, 153.Hartknoch, 28, 32, 97.Herder,\u00a05,\u00a07, 8, 28, 29, 32, 59, 97, 99, 156.Herder, Caroline Flachsland, 89, 99, 152.Hermes,\u00a02, 8, 109.Hippel, 6, 59, 101, 155.It is I who demand to be told the\ntruth.\"\"Amy, I beg you--\" interposed Cyril.\"No, no,\" she cried, shaking off her husband's hand.Don't you see that you are torturing me?\"It is all my fault,\" began Cyril.\"I am waiting to hear what the inspector has to say.\"Griggs cast a questioning look at Cyril, which the latter answered by a\nhelpless shrug.\"A bag has been found in his Lordship's chimney, which was lately\npurchased in Newhaven.But perhaps before\nanswering, you may wish to consult your legal adviser.\"\"I will neither acknowledge nor deny anything until I have seen this bag\nand know of what I am accused,\" she answered after a barely perceptible\npause.Griggs opened the door and called:\n\n\"Jones, the bag, please.\"The kitchen is east of the office.Had the moment come when he must proclaim the truth?\"Am I supposed to have bought this bag?\"It was sold to Prentice, who was sempstress at Geralton\nand we believe it is the one in which Lady Wilmersley carried off her\njewels.\"Amy gave a muffled exclamation, but almost instantly she regained her\ncomposure.\"If that is so, how do you connect me with it?Because it happens to\nhave been found here, do you accuse me of having robbed my cousin?\"The hallway is west of the office.\"No, my lady, but as you spent the night of the murder in Newhaven----\"\n\nTo Cyril's surprise she shuddered from head to foot.she cried, stretching out her hands as if to ward off a blow.His Lordship himself told me that you had\njoined him there.\"It was not her Ladyship who was with me.Her Ladyship was in\nParis at the time.", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Thank God, thought Cyril, he had at last found\na way of saving both his love and his honour.Of a murder which was committed while you were\nstill in France--\" asked Griggs, lifting his eyebrows incredulously.I mean I instigated it--I hated my cousin--I needed the money, so\nI hired an accomplice.Of course, if you insist upon it, I shall have to\narrest you, but I don't believe you had anything more to do with the\nmurder than I had, and I would stake my reputation on your being as\nstraight a gentleman as I ever met professionally.Wait a bit, my lord,\ndon't be 'asty.\"In his excitement Griggs dropped one of his carefully\nguarded aitches.\"You have arrived in the nick of time.Campbell cast a bewildered look at the inspector.\"His Lordship says that he hired an assassin to murder Lord Wilmersley.\"\"He _shall_ believe me,\" cried Cyril.\"I alone am responsible for\nWilmersley's death.The person who actually fired the shot was nothing\nbut my tool.Really, Cyril, you are too ridiculous,\"\nexclaimed Campbell.Suddenly he caught sight of Amy, cowering in the shadow of the curtain.Cyril gave Guy a look\nin which he tried to convey all that he did not dare to say.I told him you were engaged, but he says\nhe would like to speak to you most particular.\"\"I don't want to see him,\" began Cyril.\"Don't be a greater fool than you can help,\" exclaimed Campbell.\"How do\nyou know that he has not some important news?\"I took the liberty of forcing\nmyself upon you at this moment, my lord, because I have just learnt\ncertain facts which----\"\n\n\"It is too late to report,\" interposed Cyril hastily.\"Why, my lord, what is the use of pretending that you had anything to do\nwith the murder?I hurried here to tell you that there is no further\nneed of your sacrificing yourself.I have found out who----\"\n\n\"Shut up, I say.cried\nCyril incoherently.\"Don't listen to his Lordship,\" said Amy.\"We all know, of course, that\nhe is perfectly innocent.She\ncast a keen look at Cyril.\"That's just it,\" Judson agreed.I convinced\nhis Lordship that Lord Wilmersley was murdered by his wife.I have come\nhere to tell him that I was mistaken.The hallway is north of the bedroom.It is lucky that I discovered the\ntruth in time.\"His relief\nwas so intense that it robbed him of all power of concealment.Amy's mouth hardened into a straight, inflexible line; her eyes\nnarrowed.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.\"I suppose that you have some fact to support your extraordinary\nassertion?\"demanded Griggs, unable to hide his vexation at finding that\nhis rival had evidently outwitted him.\"Certainly, but I will say no more till I have his Lordship's\npermission.\"I am more anxious than\nany one to discover the truth.\"\"Permit me to suggest, my lord, that it would be better", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"Nonsense,\" exclaimed Cyril impatiently.The bathroom is south of the hallway.\"I am tired of this eternal\nsecrecy.\"Very well, only remember, I warned you.\"\"Have you forgotten, my lord, that I told you I always had an idea that\nthose two Frenchmen who were staying at the Red Lion Inn, were somehow\nimplicated in the affair?\"\"But what possible motive could they have had for murdering my cousin?\"The detective's eyes appeared to wander aimlessly from one of his\nauditors to another.She moved slowly forward, and leaning her arm on\nthe mantelpiece confronted the four men.The detective inclined his head and again turned towards Cyril.\"Having once discovered their identity, my lord, their motive was quite\napparent.\"\"The elder,\" began Judson, speaking very slowly, \"is Monsieur de\nBrissac.For a moment Cyril was too stunned to speak.*       *       *       *       *\n\nTO DOROTHY.(_My Four-year-old Sweetheart._)\n\n  To make sweet hay I was amazed to find\n    You absolutely did not know the way,\n  Though when you did, it seemed much to your mind\n                  To make sweet hay.You were kind\n  Enough to answer, \"Why, _of course_, you may.\"I kissed your pretty face with hay entwined,\n  We made sweet hay.But what will Mother say\n    If in a dozen years we're still inclined\n                  To make sweet hay?*       *       *       *       *\n\n[Transcriber's Note:\n\nAlternative spellings retained.The bedroom is north of the hallway.Perrault, Charles Ovide, killed at St Denis, 78 n.\n\nPrevost, Sir George, and the French Canadians, 20.Quebec Act of 1774, the, 7, 9.Quesnel, F. A., and Papineau, 34-5, 37, 42, 44, 71.Rodier, Edouard, 62-3; at Moore's Corners, 89, 108.Russell, Lord John, his resolutions affecting Canada, 58-59; defends\nDurham's policy, 111.Ryland, Herman W., and the French Canadians, 16.St Benoit, the burning of, 100-101.St Charles, the Patriote meeting at, 65-6; the fight at, 74, 82-7.St Denis, the fight at, 74-81; destroyed, 88.St Eustache, the Patriotes defeated at, 92-100.St Ours, the Patriote meeting at, 60-1, 70, 75.Salaberry, Major de, his victory at Chateauguay, 5.Sewell, John, and the French Canadians, 16.Sherbrooke, Sir John, his policy of conciliation, 24.Stanley, Lord, supports the Russell", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Stuart, Andrew, and Papineau, 37, 42, 44.Tache, E. P., a follower of Papineau, 37, 102.Taylor, Lieut.-Colonel, defends Odelltown against the rebels, 123-4.United States, and the French Canadians, 2-3, 117-19.Viger, Bonaventure, a Patriote leader, 73, 108.Viger, Denis B., a follower of Papineau, 28-9, 63.The bedroom is north of the kitchen.War of 1812, French-Canadian loyalty in the, 5.Weir, Lieut., his murder at St Denis, 79-80, 88, 99.Wellington, Duke of, and Durham's policy in Canada, 110-111.Wetherall, Lieut.-Colonel, defeats rebels at St Charles, 75, 82, 83,\n86, 88.Wool, General, disarms force of Patriotes on the United States border,\n119.Printed by T. and A. Constable, Printers to His Majesty\n  at the Edinburgh University Press\n\n\n\n\n\n\nTHE CHRONICLES OF CANADA\n\nTHIRTY-TWO VOLUMES ILLUSTRATED\n\nEdited by GEORGE M. WRONG and H. H. LANGTON\n\n\n\nTHE CHRONICLES OF CANADA\n\nPART I\n\nTHE FIRST EUROPEAN VISITORS\n\n1.THE DAWN OF CANADIAN HISTORY\n    By Stephen Leacock.THE MARINER OF ST MALO\n    By Stephen Leacock.PART II\n\nTHE RISE OF NEW FRANCE\n\n3.THE FOUNDER OF NEW FRANCE\n    By Charles W. Colby.THE JESUIT MISSIONS\n    By Thomas Guthrie Marquis.The bathroom is north of the bedroom.THE SEIGNEURS OF OLD CANADA\n    By William Bennett Munro.THE GREAT INTENDANT\n    By Thomas Chapais.THE FIGHTING GOVERNOR\n    By Charles W. Colby.PART III\n\nTHE ENGLISH INVASION\n\n8.THE GREAT FORTRESS\n    By William Wood.THE ACADIAN EXILES\n    By Arthur G. Doughty.THE PASSING OF NEW FRANCE\n     By William Wood.THE WINNING OF CANADA\n     By William Wood.PART IV\n\nTHE BEGINNINGS OF BRITISH CANADA\n\n12.THE FATHER OF BRITISH CANADA\n     By William Wood.THE UNITED EMPIRE LOYALISTS\n     By W. Stewart Wallace.THE WAR WITH THE UNITED STATES\n     By William Wood.PART V\n\nTHE RED MAN IN CANADA\n\n15.THE WAR CHIEF OF THE OTTAWAS\n     By Thomas Guthrie Marquis.THE WAR CHIEF OF THE SIX NATIONS\n     By Louis Aubrey Wood.TECUMSEH: THE LAST GREAT LEADER OF HIS PEOPLE\n     By Ethel T. Raymond.PART VI\n\nPION", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "THE 'ADVENTURERS OF ENGLAND' ON HUDSON BAY\n     By Agnes C. Laut.PATHFINDERS OF THE GREAT PLAINS\n     By Lawrence J. Burpee.ADVENTURERS OF THE FAR NORTH\n     By Stephen Leacock.THE RED RIVER COLONY\n     By Louis Aubrey Wood.PIONEERS OF THE PACIFIC COAST\n     By Agnes C. Laut.THE CARIBOO TRAIL\n     By Agnes C. Laut.PART VII\n\nTHE STRUGGLE FOR POLITICAL FREEDOM\n\n24.THE FAMILY COMPACT\n     By W. Stewart Wallace.The bedroom is west of the hallway.THE 'PATRIOTES' OF '37\n     By Alfred D. DeCelles.THE TRIBUNE OF NOVA SCOTIA\n     By William Lawson Grant.THE WINNING OF POPULAR GOVERNMENT\n     By Archibald MacMechan.PART VIII\n\nTHE GROWTH OF NATIONALITY\n\n28.THE FATHERS OF CONFEDERATION\n     By A. H. U. Colquhoun.THE DAY OF SIR JOHN MACDONALD\n     By Sir Joseph Pope.THE DAY OF SIR WILFRID LAURIER\n     By Oscar D. Skelton.PART IX\n\nNATIONAL HIGHWAYS\n\n31.ALL AFLOAT\n     By William Wood.THE RAILWAY BUILDERS\n     By Oscar D. Skelton.Gerhardt persistently and monotonously turned\none hand over in the other and stared at the floor.Gerhardt ran his\nhand through his reddish brown hair distractedly.\"It's no use,\" he\nsaid at last.\"Go to bed, Jennie,\" said her mother solicitously; \"get the others\nto go.There's no use their sitting up I may think of something.Jennie went to her room, but the very thought of repose was\ninsupportable.She had read in the paper, shortly after her father's\nquarrel with the Senator, that the latter had departed for Washington.She stood before a short, narrow mirror that surmounted a shabby\nbureau, thinking.Her sister Veronica, with whom she slept, was\nalready composing herself to dreams.Finally a grim resolution fixed\nitself in her consciousness.If\nhe were in town he would help Bass.Why shouldn't she--he\nloved her.He had asked over and over to marry her.Why should she not\ngo and ask him for help?The bathroom is east of the hallway.She hesitated a little while, then hearing Veronica breathing\nregularly, she put on her hat and jacket, and noiselessly opened the\ndoor into the sitting-room to see if any one were stirring.There was no sound save that of Gerhardt rocking nervously to and\nfro in the kitchen.There was no light save that of her own small\nroom-lamp and a gleam from under the kitchen door.She turned", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "A waning moon was shining, and a hushed sense of growing life\nfilled the air, for it was nearing spring again.As Jennie hurried\nalong the shadowy streets--the arc light had not yet been\ninvented--she had a sinking sense of fear; what was this rash\nthing she was about to do?She stood stock-still, wavering and doubtful; then the\nrecollection of Bass in his night cell came over her again, and she\nhurried on.The character of the Capitol Hotel was such that it was not\ndifficult for a woman to find ingress through the ladies' entrance to\nthe various floors of the hotel at any hour of the night.The hotel,\nnot unlike many others of the time, was in no sense loosely conducted,\nbut its method of supervision in places was lax.Any person could\nenter, and, by applying at a rear entrance to the lobby, gain the\nattention of the clerk.Otherwise not much notice was taken of those\nwho came and went.The garden is west of the hallway.When she came to the door it was dark save for a low light burning\nin the entry-way.The hallway is west of the bathroom.The distance to the Senator's room was only a short\nway along the hall of the second floor.She hurried up the steps,\nnervous and pale, but giving no other outward sign of the storm that\nwas surging within her.When she came to his familiar door she paused;\nshe feared that she might not find him in his room; she trembled again\nto think that he might be there.A light shone through the transom,\nand, summoning all her courage, she knocked.A man coughed and\nbestirred himself.His surprise as he opened the door knew no bounds.\"I was coming out to see you, believe me, I was.I was thinking all\nalong how I could straighten this matter out.He held her at arm's length and studied her distressed face.The\nfresh beauty of her seemed to him like cut lilies wet with dew.\"I have something to ask you,\" she at last brought herself to say.We need ten dollars to get him out, and I\ndidn't know where else to go.\"Haven't I told you always to come to me?Don't you know, Jennie, I\nwould do anything in the world for you?\"\"Well, then, don't worry about that any more.But won't fate ever\ncease striking at you, poor child?How did your brother come to get in\njail?\"\"They caught him throwing coal down from the cars,\" she\nreplied.he replied, his sympathies touched and awakened.Here was\nthis boy arrested and fined for what fate was practically driving him\nto do.Here was this girl pleading with him at night, in his room, for\nwhat to her was a great necessity--ten dollars; to him, a mere\nnothing.\"I will arrange about your brother,\" he said quickly.I can get him out in half an hour.You sit here now and be\ncomfortable until I return.\"He waved her to his easy-chair beside a large lamp, and hurried out\nof the room.Brander knew the sheriff who had personal supervision of the county\nj", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "He knew the judge who had administered the fine.It was but a\nfive minutes' task to write a note to the judge asking him to revoke\nthe fine, for the sake of the boy's character, and send it by a\nmessenger to his home.Another ten minutes' task to go personally to\nthe jail and ask his friend, the sheriff, to release the boy then and\nthere.\"If the fine is revoked you can\nreturn it to me.He hastened below to\npersonally supervise the task, and Bass, a very much astonished boy,\nwas set free.\"That's all right now,\" said the turnkey.Run\nalong home and don't let them catch you at anything like that\nagain.\"Bass went his way wondering, and the ex-Senator returned to his\nhotel trying to decide just how this delicate situation should be\nhandled.Obviously Jennie had not told her father of her mission.She was now waiting for him in his\nroom.There are crises in all men's lives when they waver between the\nstrict fulfilment of justice and duty and the great possibilities for\npersonal happiness which another line of conduct seems to assure.And\nthe dividing line is not always marked and clear.He knew that the\nissue of taking her, even as his wife, was made difficult by the\nsenseless opposition of her father.The opinion of the world brought\nup still another complication.The kitchen is east of the hallway.Supposing he should take her openly,\nwhat would the world say?She was a significant type emotionally, that\nhe knew.The garden is east of the kitchen.There was something there--artistically,\ntemperamentally, which was far and beyond the keenest suspicion of the\nherd.He did not know himself quite what it was, but he felt a\nlargeness of feeling not altogether squared with intellect, or perhaps\nbetter yet, experience, which was worthy of any man's desire.\"This\nremarkable girl,\" he thought, seeing her clearly in his mind's\neye.Meditating as to what he should do, he returned to his hotel, and\nthe room.The baron, who was the regular protector of a royal burgh,\naccepted such freewill offerings without scruple, and repaid them by\ndefending the rights of the town by arguments in the council and by bold\ndeeds in the field.The citizens of the town, or, as they loved better to call it, the\nFair City, of Perth, had for several generations found a protector\nand provost of this kind in the knightly family of Charteris, Lords of\nKinfauns, in the neighbourhood of the burgh.It was scarce a century (in\nthe time of Robert III) since the first of this distinguished family\nhad settled in the strong castle which now belonged to them, with the\npicturesque and fertile scenes adjoining to it.But the history of the\nfirst settler, chivalrous and romantic in itself, was calculated to\nfacilitate the settlement of an alien in the land in which his lot was\ncast.We relate it as it is given by an ancient and uniform tradition,\nwhich carries in it great indications of truth, and is warrant enough,\nperhaps, for it insertion in graver histories", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "During the brief career of the celebrated patriot Sir William Wallace,\nand when his arms had for a time expelled the English invaders from his\nnative country, he is said to have undertaken a voyage to France, with\na small band of trusty friends, to try what his presence (for he was\nrespected through all countries for his prowess) might do to induce the\nFrench monarch to send to Scotland a body of auxiliary forces, or other\nassistance, to aid the Scots in regaining their independence.The Scottish Champion was on board a small vessel, and steering for the\nport of Dieppe, when a sail appeared in the distance, which the mariners\nregarded, first with doubt and apprehension, and at last with confusion\nand dismay.Wallace demanded to know what was the cause of their alarm.The captain of the ship informed him that the tall vessel which was\nbearing down, with the purpose of boarding that which he commanded, was\nthe ship of a celebrated rover, equally famed for his courage, strength\nof body, and successful piracies.It was commanded by a gentleman named\nThomas de Longueville, a Frenchman by birth, but by practice one of\nthose pirates who called themselves friends to the sea and enemies to\nall who sailed upon that element.He attacked and plundered vessels\nof all nations, like one of the ancient Norse sea kings, as they were\ntermed, whose dominion was upon the mountain waves.The office is south of the hallway.The master added\nthat no vessel could escape the rover by flight, so speedy was the bark\nhe commanded; and that no crew, however hardy, could hope to resist him,\nwhen, as was his usual mode of combat, he threw himself on board at the\nhead of his followers.Wallace smiled sternly, while the master of the ship, with alarm in his\ncountenance and tears in his eyes, described to him the certainty of\ntheir being captured by the Red Rover, a name given to De Longueville,\nbecause he usually displayed the blood red flag, which he had now\nhoisted.\"I will clear the narrow seas of this rover,\" said Wallace.Then calling together some ten or twelve of his own followers, Boyd,\nKerlie, Seton, and others, to whom the dust of the most desperate battle\nwas like the breath of life, he commanded them to arm themselves,\nand lie flat upon the deck, so as to be out of sight.He ordered the\nmariners below, excepting such as were absolutely necessary to manage\nthe vessel; and he gave the master instructions, upon pain of death, so\nto steer as that, while the vessel had an appearance of attempting to\nfly, he should in fact permit the Red Rover to come up with them and do\nhis worst.Wallace himself then lay down on the deck, that nothing might\nbe seen which could intimate any purpose of resistance.In a quarter of\nan hour De Longueville's vessel ran on board that of the Champion, and\nthe Red Rover, casting out grappling irons to make sure of his prize,\njumped on the deck in complete armour, followed by his men, who gave a\nterrible shout, as if victory had been already secured.But the armed\nScots started up atThe hallway is south of the bathroom.", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The garden is east of the bathroom.Wallace himself rushed on the\npirate captain, and a dreadful strife began betwixt them with such fury\nthat the others suspended their own battle to look on, and seemed by\ncommon consent to refer the issue of the strife to the fate of the\ncombat between the two chiefs.The pirate fought as well as man could\ndo; but Wallace's strength was beyond that of ordinary mortals.He\ndashed the sword from the rover's hand, and placed him in such peril\nthat, to avoid being cut down, he was fain to close with the Scottish\nChampion in hopes of overpowering him in the grapple.They fell on the deck, locked in each other's arms, but the\nFrenchman fell undermost; and Wallace, fixing his grasp upon his gorget,\ncompressed it so closely, notwithstanding it was made of the finest\nsteel, that the blood gushed from his eyes, nose, and month, and he was\nonly able to ask for quarter by signs.His men threw down their weapons\nand begged for mercy when they saw their leader thus severely handled.The bedroom is west of the bathroom.The victor granted them all their lives, but took possession of their\nvessel, and detained them prisoners.When he came in sight of the French harbour, Wallace alarmed the place\nby displaying the rover's colours, as if De Longueville was coming to\npillage the town.The bells were rung backward, horns were blown, and\nthe citizens were hurrying to arms, when the scene changed.The Scottish\nLion on his shield of gold was raised above the piratical flag, and\nannounced that the Champion of Scotland was approaching, like a falcon\nwith his prey in his clutch.He landed with his prisoner, and carried\nhim to the court of France, where, at Wallace's request, the robberies\nwhich the pirate had committed were forgiven, and the king even\nconferred the honour of knighthood on Sir Thomas de Longueville, and\noffered to take him into his service.But the rover had contracted such\na friendship for his generous victor, that he insisted on uniting his\nfortunes with those of Wallace, with whom he returned to Scotland, and\nfought by his side in many a bloody battle, where the prowess of Sir\nThomas de Longueville was remarked as inferior to that of none, save of\nhis heroic conqueror.His fate also was more fortunate than that of his\npatron.Beranger, the greatest poet of France of our era, was a mere\nsong-writer; and Heine, the pride of young Germany, a mere satirist and\nlyrist.Freiligrath can never rank with Goethe or Schiller; and Victor\nHugo never attain the heights trodden by Racine, Corneille, or Boileau.In oratory, where shall we find the compeer of Chatham or Mirabeau,\nBurke or Patrick Henry?I have not forgotten Peel and Gladstone, nor\nLamartine and Count Cavour, nor Sargent S. Prentiss and Daniel Webster.But Webster himself, by far the greatest intellect of all these, was a\nmere debater, and the spokesman of a party.He was an eloquent speaker,", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The office is north of the kitchen.And in philosophy and general learning, where shall we find the equal of\nthat burly old bully, Dr.and yet Johnson, with all his\nlearning, was a third-rate philosopher.In truth, the greatest author of our era was a mere essayist.Beyond all\ncontroversy, Thomas Babington Macaulay was the most polished writer of\nour times.With an intellect acute, logical and analytic; with an\nimagination glowing and rich, but subdued and under perfect control;\nwith a style so clear and limpid and concise, that it has become a\nstandard for all who aim to follow in the path he trod, and with a\nlearning so full and exact, and exhaustive, that he was nicknamed, when\nan undergraduate, the \"Omniscient Macaulay;\" he still lacks the giant\ngrasp of thought, the bold originality, and the intense, earnest\nenthusiasm which characterize the master-spirits of the race, and\nidentify them with the eras they adorn.As in literature, so in what have been denominated by scholars the\n_Fine Arts_.The past fifty years has not produced a painter, sculptor,\nor composer, who ranks above mediocrity in their respective vocations.Canova and Thorwaldsen were the last of their race; Sir Joshua\nReynolds left no successor, and the immortal Beethoven has been\nsuperseded by <DW64> minstrelsy and senseless pantomime.The bathroom is north of the office.The greatest\narchitect of the age is a railroad contractor, and the first dramatist a\ncobbler of French farces.But whilst the highest faculty of the mind--the imagination--has\nbeen left uncultivated, and has produced no worthy fruit, the next\nhighest, the casual, or the one that deals with causes and effects, has\nbeen stimulated into the most astonishing fertility.Our age ignores fancy, and deals exclusively with fact.Within its\nchosen range it stands far, very far pre-eminent over all that have\npreceded it.It reaps the fruit of Bacon's labors.It stands thoughtfully on the field of Waterloo, and\nestimates scientifically the manuring properties of bones and blood.It\ndisentombs the mummy of Thotmes II, sells the linen bandages for the\nmanufacture of paper, burns the asphaltum-soaked body for firewood, and\nplants the pint of red wheat found in his sarcophagus, to try an\nagricultural experiment.It deals in no sentimentalities; it has no\nappreciation of the sublime.It stands upon the ocean shore, but with\nits eyes fixed on the yellow sand searching for gold.It confronts\nNiagara, and, gazing with rapture at its misty shroud, exclaims, in an\necstasy of admiration, \"Lord, what a place to sponge a coat!\"Having no\nsoul to save, it has no religion to save it.It has discovered that\nMohammed was a great benefactor of his race, and that Jesus Christ was,\nafter all, a mere man; distinguished, it is true, for his benevolence,\nhis fortitude and his morality, but for nothing else.It does", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "It ridicules\nthe infallibility of the first, the despotism of the second, and the\nchronology of the third.It is possessed of the very spirit of Thomas;\nit must \"touch and handle\" before it will believe.It questions the\nexistence of spirit, because it cannot be analyzed by chemical solvents;\nit questions the existence of hell, because it has never been scorched;\nit questions the existence of God, because it has never beheld Him.It does, however, believe in the explosive force of gunpowder, in the\nevaporation of boiling water, in the head of the magnet, and in the\nheels of the lightnings.It conjugates the Latin verb _invenio_ (to find\nout) through all its voices, moods and tenses.It invents everything;\nfrom a lucifer match in the morning to kindle a kitchen fire, up through\nall the intermediate ranks and tiers and grades of life, to a telescope\nthat spans the heavens in the evening, it recognizes no chasm or hiatus\nin its inventions.It sinks an artesian well in the desert of Sahara for\na pitcher of water, and bores through the Alleghanies for a hogshead of\noil.From a fish-hook to the Great Eastern, from a pocket deringer to a\ncolumbiad, from a sewing machine to a Victoria suspension bridge, it\noscillates like a pendulum.Deficient in literature and art, our age surpasses all others in\nscience.Knowledge has become the great end and aim of human life.\"I\nwant to know,\" is inscribed as legibly on the hammer of the geologist,\nthe crucible of the chemist, and the equatorial of the astronomer, as it\nis upon the phiz of a regular \"Down-Easter.\"The hallway is west of the garden.Our age has inherited the\nchief failing of our first mother, and passing by the \"Tree of Life in\nthe midst of the Garden,\" we are all busily engaged in mercilessly\nplundering the Tree of Knowledge of all its fruit.The time is rapidly\napproaching when no man will be considered a gentleman who has not filed\nhis _caveat_ in the Patent Office.The inevitable result of this spirit of the age begins already to be\nseen.The philosophy of a cold, blank, calculating materialism has taken\npossession of all the avenues of learning.Epicurus is worshiped instead\nof Christ.Mammon is considered as the only true savior._Dum Vivimus\nVivamus_, is the maxim we live by, and the creed we die by.Peter has\nsurrendered his keys to that great incarnate representative of this age,\nSt.[Decoration]\n\n\n\n\n[Decoration]\n\n\nXXIV.The office is west of the hallway._THE ENROBING OF LIBERTY._\n\n\n    The war-drum was silent, the cannon was mute,\n      The sword in its scabbard lay still,\n    And battle had gathered the last autumn fruit\n      That crimson-dyed river and rill,\n    When a Goddess came down from her mansion", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Have you succeeded\nin obtaining a committee of the council to be nominated?\"The kitchen is west of the hallway.\"The number is limited to six, of which you\nare one, and I come to call you to their deliberations.\"Morton accompanied him to a sequestered grassplot, where their colleagues\nawaited them.In this delegation of authority, the two principal factions\nwhich divided the tumultuary army had each taken care to send three of\ntheir own number.On the part of the Cameronians, were Burley, Macbriar,\nand Kettledrummle; and on that of the moderate party, Poundtext, Henry\nMorton, and a small proprietor, called the Laird of Langcale.Thus the\ntwo parties were equally balanced by their representatives in the\ncommittee of management, although it seemed likely that those of the most\nviolent opinions were, as is usual in such cases, to possess and exert\nthe greater degree of energy.Their debate, however, was conducted more\nlike men of this world than could have been expected from their conduct\non the preceding evening.After maturely considering their means and\nsituation, and the probable increase of their numbers, they agreed that\nthey would keep their position for that day, in order to refresh their\nmen, and give time to reinforcements to join them, and that, on the next\nmorning, they would direct their march towards Tillietudlem, and summon\nthat stronghold, as they expressed it, of malignancy.If it was not\nsurrendered to their summons, they resolved to try the effect of a brisk\nassault; and, should that miscarry, it was settled that they should leave\na part of their number to blockade the place, and reduce it, if possible,\nby famine, while their main body should march forward to drive\nClaverhouse and Lord Ross from the town of Glasgow.Such was the\ndetermination of the council of management; and thus Morton's first\nenterprise in active life was likely to be the attack of a castle\nbelonging to the parent of his mistress, and defended by her relative,\nMajor Bellenden, to whom he personally owed many obligations!He felt\nfully the embarrassment of his situation, yet consoled himself with the\nreflection, that his newly-acquired power in the insurgent army would\ngive him, at all events, the means of extending to the inmates of\nTillietudlem a protection which no other circumstance could have afforded\nthem; and he was not without hope that he might be able to mediate such\nan accommodation betwixt them and the presbyterian army, as should secure\nthem a safe neutrality during the war which was about to ensue.There came a knight from the field of slain,\n               His steed was drench'd in blood and rain.We must now return to the fortress of Tillietudlem and its inhabitants.The bathroom is east of the hallway.The morning, being the first after the battle of Loudon-hill, had dawned\nupon its battlements, and the defenders had already resumed the labours\nby which they proposed to render the place tenable, when the watchman,\nwho was placed in a high turret, called the Warder's Tower,", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "As he came nearer, his dress\nindicated an officer of the Life-Guards; and the slowness of his horse's\npace, as well as the manner in which the rider stooped on the saddle-bow,\nplainly showed that he was sick or wounded.The garden is west of the hallway.The wicket was instantly\nopened to receive him, and Lord Evandale rode into the court-yard, so\nreduced by loss of blood, that he was unable to dismount without\nassistance.As he entered the hall, leaning upon a servant, the ladies\nshrieked with surprise and terror; for, pale as death, stained with\nblood, his regimentals soiled and torn, and his hair matted and\ndisordered, he resembled rather a spectre than a human being.But their\nnext exclamation was that of joy at his escape.exclaimed Lady Margaret, \"that you are here, and have\nescaped the hands of the bloodthirsty murderers who have cut off so many\nof the king's loyal servants!\"added Edith, \"that you are here and in safety!But you are wounded, and I fear we have little the\nmeans of assisting you.\"\"My wounds are only sword-cuts,\" answered the young nobleman, as he\nreposed himself on a seat; \"the pain is not worth mentioning, and I\nshould not even feel exhausted but for the loss of blood.But it was not\nmy purpose to bring my weakness to add to your danger and distress, but\nto relieve them, if possible.What can I do for you?--Permit me,\" he\nadded, addressing Lady Margaret--\"permit me to think and act as your son,\nmy dear madam--as your brother, Edith!\"He pronounced the last part of the sentence with some emphasis, as if he\nfeared that the apprehension of his pretensions as a suitor might render\nhis proffered services unacceptable to Miss Bellenden.She was not\ninsensible to his delicacy, but there was no time for exchange of\nsentiments.\"We are preparing for our defence,\" said the old lady with great dignity;\n\"my brother has taken charge of our garrison, and, by the grace of God,\nwe will give the rebels such a reception as they deserve.\"\"How gladly,\" said Evandale, \"would I share in the defence of the Castle!But in my present state, I should be but a burden to you, nay, something\nworse; for, the knowledge that an officer of the Life-Guards was in the\nCastle would be sufficient to make these rogues more desperately earnest\nto possess themselves of it.The bathroom is west of the garden.If they find it defended only by the family,\nthey may possibly march on to Glasgow rather than hazard an assault.\"\"And can you think so meanly of us, my lord,\" said Edith, with the\ngenerous burst of feeling which woman so often evinces, and which becomes\nher so well, her voice faltering through eagerness, and her brow\ncolouring with the noble warmth which dictated her language--\"Can you\nthink so meanly of your friends, as that they would permit such\nconsiderations to interfere with their sheltering and protecting you", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Is there a cottage in Scotland whose owners\nwould permit a valued friend to leave it in such circumstances?The bathroom is west of the garden.And can\nyou think we will allow you to go from a castle which we hold to be\nstrong enough for our own defence?\"The bedroom is west of the bathroom.\"Lord Evandale need never think of it,\" said Lady Margaret.\"I will dress\nhis wounds myself; it is all an old wife is fit for in war time; but to\nquit the Castle of Tillietudlem when the sword of the enemy is drawn to\nslay him,--the meanest trooper that ever wore the king's coat on his back\nshould not do so, much less my young Lord Evandale.--Ours is not a house\nthat ought to brook such dishonour.You\nyoung fellows have no respect for grey hairs.for grey hairs that\nhave become grey in want and misery----\n\nBOS.Your mother's seen me, as child,\nstanding before the bait trays.I also have stood in an East wind\nthat froze your ears, biting off bait heads----\n\nGEERT.We don't care for your stories, Meneer.You have\nbecome a rich man, and a tyrant.Good!--you are perhaps no worse than\nthe rest, but don't interfere with me in my own house.We may all become different, and perhaps my son may\nlive to see the day when he will come, as I did, twelve years ago,\ncrying to the office, to ask if there's any news of his father and\nhis two brothers!and not find their employer sitting by his warm fire\nand his strong box, drinking grog.He may not be damned for coming so\noften to ask the same thing, nor be turned from the door with snubs\nand the message, \"When there's anything to tell you'll hear of it.\"You lie--I never did anything of the sort.I won't soil any more words over it.My father's hair was grey, my mother's hair is grey, Jelle,\nthe poor devil who can't find a place in the Old Men's Home because\non one occasion in his life he was light-fingered--Jelle has also\ngrey hairs.If you hear him or crooked\nJacob, it's the same cuckoo song.But\nnow I'll give another word of advice, my friend, before you go under\nsail.You have an old mother, you expect to marry, good; you've been\nin prison six months--I won't talk of that; you have barked out your\ninsolence to me in your own house, but if you attempt any of this\ntalk on board the Hope you'll find out there is a muster roll.When you've become older--and wiser--you'll be ashamed of your\ninsolence--\"the ship owner by his warm stove, and his grog\"----\n\nGEERT.And his strong box----\n\nBOS.And his cares, you haven't the wits to understand!Who hauls the fish out of the sea?Who\nrisks his life every hour of the day?Who doesn't take off his\nclothes in five or six weeks?Who walks with hands covered with salt", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Who sleep like beasts\ntwo in a bunk?Who leave wives and mothers behind to beg alms?Twelve\nhead of us are presently going to sea--we get twenty-five per cent\nof the catch, you seventy-five.We do the work, you sit safely at\nhome.Your ship is insured, and we--we can go to the bottom in case\nof accident--we are not worth insuring----\n\nKNEIR.You should be a clown in a\ncircus!Twenty-seven per cent isn't enough for him----\n\nGEERT.I'll never eat salted codfish from your generosity!Our whole\nshare is in \"profit and loss.\"When luck is with us we each make eight\nguilders a week, one guilder a day when we're lucky.One guilder a\nday at sea, to prepare salt fish, cod with livers for the people in\nthe cities--hahaha!--a guilder a day--when you're lucky and don't go\nto the bottom.You fellows know what you're about when you engage us\non shares.The hallway is west of the office.[Old and young heads of fishermen appear at the window.]And say to the skipper--no, never mind--I'll\nbe there myself----[A pause.]Now I'll\ntake two minutes more, blockhead, to rub under your nose something\nI tried three times to say, but you gave me no chance to get in a\nword.When you lie in your bunk tonight--as a beast, of course!--try\nand think of my risks, by a poor catch--lost nets and cordage--by\ndamages and lightning in the mast, by running aground, and God knows\nwhat else.The Jacoba's just had her hatches torn off, the Queen\nWilhelmina half her bulwarks washed away.You don't count that,\nfor you don't have to pay for it!Three months ago the Expectation\ncollided with a steamer.Without a thought of the catch or the nets,\nthe men sprang overboard, leaving the ship to drift!You laugh, boy, because you don't realize what cares I\nhave.On the Mathilde last week the men smuggled gin and tobacco in\ntheir mattresses to sell to the English.If you were talking about conditions in Middelharnis or Pernis,\nyou'd have reason for it.My men don't pay the harbor costs, don't\npay for bait, towing, provisions, barrels, salt.I don't expect you\nto pay the loss of the cordage, if a gaff or a boom breaks.I go into\nmy own pocket for it.I gave your mother an advance, your brother\nBarend deserts.No, Meneer, I can't believe that.Hengst telephoned me from the harbor, else I wouldn't have\nbeen here to be insulted by your oldest son, who's disturbing the\nwhole neighborhood roaring his scandalous songs!The bedroom is east of the office.If you're not on board on time I'll apply \"Article\nSixteen\" and fine you twenty-five guilders.As for you, my wife doesn't need you at\npresent, you're all a bad lot here", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Ach, Meneer, it isn't my fault!After this voyage you can look for\nanother employer, who enjoys throwing pearls before swine better than\nI do!The garden is east of the kitchen.Don't hang your head so soon, Aunt!Geert was in the right----\n\nKNEIR.Great God, if he should desert--if he\ndeserts--he also goes to prison--two sons who----\n\nGEERT.Aren't you going to wish me a good voyage--or don't you think\nthat necessary?Yes, I'm coming----\n\nJO.I'm sorry for her, the poor thing.You gave him a\ntalking to, didn't you?[Picks a geranium from a flower\npot.]And you will\nthink of me every night, will you?Truus saw him hanging around the house.And that being done I met with\nlittle Luellin and Blirton, who took me to a friend's of theirs in\nLincoln's Inn fields, one Mr.Hodges, where we drank great store of\nRhenish wine and were very merry.So I went home, where I found my house\nnow very clean, which was great content to me.In the morning to church, and my wife not being well,\nI went with Sir W. Batten home to dinner, my Lady being out of town, where\nthere was Sir W. Pen, Captain Allen and his daughter Rebecca, and Mr.After dinner to church all of us and had a very\ngood sermon of a stranger, and so I and the young company to walk first to\nGraye's Inn Walks, where great store of gallants, but above all the ladies\nthat I there saw, or ever did see, Mrs.Frances Butler (Monsieur\nL'Impertinent's sister) is the greatest beauty.Then we went to\nIslington, where at the great house I entertained them as well as I could,\nand so home with them, and so to my own home and to bed.The bedroom is west of the kitchen.Pall, who went\nthis day to a child's christening of Kate Joyce's, staid out all night at\nmy father's, she not being well.We kept this a holiday, and so went not to the\noffice at all.At noon my father came to see my\nhouse now it is done, which is now very neat.Williams\n(who is come to see my wife, whose soare belly is now grown dangerous as\nshe thinks) to the ordinary over against the Exchange, where we dined and\nhad great wrangling with the master of the house when the reckoning was\nbrought to us, he setting down exceeding high every thing.I home again\nand to Sir W. Batten's, and there sat a good while.Up this morning to put my papers in order that are come from my\nLord's, so that now I have nothing there remaining that is mine, which I\nhave had till now.Goodgroome\n\n     [Theodore Goodgroome, Pepys's singing-master.He was probably\n     related to John Goodgroome, a Gentleman of the Chapel Royal, who is\n     also referred to", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mage), with whom I agreed presently to give him\n20s.entrance, which I then did, and 20s.a month more to teach me to\nsing, and so we began, and I hope I have come to something in it.His\nfirst song is \"La cruda la bella.\"He gone my brother Tom comes, with\nwhom I made even with my father and the two drapers for the cloths I sent\nto sea lately.At home all day, in the afternoon came Captain Allen and\nhis daughter Rebecca and Mr.Hempson, and by and by both Sir Williams, who\nsat with me till it was late, and I had a very gallant collation for them.To Westminster about several businesses, then to dine with my Lady\nat the Wardrobe, taking Dean Fuller along with me; then home, where I\nheard my father had been to find me about special business; so I took\ncoach and went to him, and found by a letter to him from my aunt that my\nuncle Robert is taken with a dizziness in his head, so that they desire my\nfather to come down to look after his business, by which we guess that he\nis very ill, and so my father do think to go to-morrow.Back by water to the office, there till night, and so home to my\nmusique and then to bed.To my father's, and with him to Mr.Starling's to drink our morning\ndraft, and there I told him how I would have him speak to my uncle Robert,\nwhen he comes thither, concerning my buying of land, that I could pay\nready money L600 and the rest by L150 per annum, to make up as much as\nwill buy L50 per annum, which I do, though I not worth above L500 ready\nmoney, that he may think me to be a greater saver than I am.Here I took\nmy leave of my father, who is going this morning to my uncle upon my\naunt's letter this week that he is not well and so needs my father's help.At noon home, and then with my Lady Batten, Mrs.Thompson, &c., two coaches of us, we went and saw \"Bartholomew Fayre\"\nacted very well, and so home again and staid at Sir W. Batten's late, and\nso home to bed.Holden sent me a bever, which cost me L4 5s.[Whilst a hat (see January 28th, 1660-61, ante) cost only 35s.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.The bathroom is east of the bedroom.See\n     also Lord Sandwich's vexation at his beaver being stolen, and a hat\n     only left in lieu of it, April 30th, 1661, ante; and April 19th and\n     26th, 1662, Post.--B.]At home all the morning practising to sing, which is now my great\ntrade, and at noon to my Lady and dined with her.So back and to the\noffice, and there sat till 7 at night, and then Sir W. Pen and I in his\ncoach went to Moorefields, and there walked, and", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "So home, and this night had our bed set up in our room that\nwe called the Nursery, where we lay, and I am very much pleased with the\nroom.By a letter from the Duke complaining of the delay of the ships\nthat are to be got ready, Sir Williams both and I went to Deptford and\nthere examined into the delays, and were satisfyed.So back again home\nand staid till the afternoon, and then I walked to the Bell at the Maypole\nin the Strand, and thither came to me by appointment Mr.Chetwind,\nGregory, and Hartlibb, so many of our old club, and Mr.Kipps, where we\nstaid and drank and talked with much pleasure till it was late, and so I\nwalked home and to bed.Chetwind by chewing of tobacco is become very\nfat and sallow, whereas he was consumptive, and in our discourse he fell\ncommending of \"Hooker's Ecclesiastical Polity,\" as the best book, and the\nonly one that made him a Christian, which puts me upon the buying of it,\nwhich I will do shortly.To church, where we observe the trade of briefs is\ncome now up to so constant a course every Sunday, that we resolve to give\nno more to them.account-book of the collections in the\n     church of St.Olave, Hart Street, beginning in 1642, still extant,\n     that the money gathered on the 30th June, 1661, \"for several\n     inhabitants of the parish of St.Dunstan in the West towards their\n     losse by fire,\" amounted to \"xxs.Pepys might complain of\n     the trade in briefs, as similar contributions had been levied\n     fourteen weeks successively, previous to the one in question at St.Briefs were abolished in 1828.--B.]A good sermon, and then home to dinner, my wife and I all alone.[_two words_]\n  Bode\u2019s translation in the Allgemeine  [Allegemeine]\n  has been generally accepted  [generaly]\n\nChapter IV\n\n  manages to turn it at once with the greatest delicacy  [delicay]\n  the Journey which is here mentioned.\u201d[31]  [mentionad]\n  Footnote 34:... (LII, pp.The bedroom is east of the garden.370-371)  [_missing )_]\n  he is probably building on the incorrect statement  [incorect]\n  Footnote 87:... Berlin, 1810  [810].\u201cDie Sch\u00f6ne Obstverk\u00e4uferin\u201d  [\u201cDie \u201cSch\u00f6ne]\n\nChapter V\n\n  Footnote 3... Anmerk.The bedroom is west of the hallway.24  [Anmerk,]\n  Animae quales non candidiores terra tulit.\u201d  [_missing close quote_]\n  \u201clike Grenough\u2019s tooth-tincture  [_missing open quote_]\n  founding an order of \u201cEmpfindsamkeit.", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "deutsche Bibl._  [Allg deutsche]\n  Sein Seelchen auf den Himmel  [gen Himmel]\n  In an article in the _Horen_ (1795, V. St\u00fcck,)  [V St\u00fcck]\n  Footnote 84... G.\u00a0B. Mendelssohn  [G.\u00a0B Mendelssohn]\n\nChapter VI\n\n  re-introducing a sentimental relationship.[relationiship]\n  nach Erfindung der Buchdrukerkunst  [_unchanged_]\n  \u201cUeber die roten und schwarzen R\u00f6cke,\u201d  [_\u201cR\u00f6ke\u201d without close quote]\n  the twelve irregularly printed lines  [twleve]\n  conventional thread of introduction  [inroduction]\n  an appropriate proof of incapacity  [incaapcity]\n  [Footnote 23... Litteratur-geschichte  [_hyphen in original_]\n  Footnote 35... p.\u00a028.The hallway is east of the office.missing_]\n  [Footnote 38... a rather full analysis  [nalysis]\n  multifarious and irrelevant topics  [mutifarious]\n  Goethe replies (December 30), in approval, and exclaims  [exlaims]\n  laughed heartily at some of the whims.\u201d[49]  [_missing close quote_]\n  [Footnote 52... Hademann as author  [auther]\n  f\u00fcr diesen schreibe ich dieses Kapitel nicht  [fur]\n  [Footnote 69... _July_ 1, 1774  [_italics in original_]\n  Darauf denke ich, soll jedermanniglich vom 22.Absatze fahren\n    [_\u201cvom.Absatze\u201d with extra space after \u201c22.\u201d as if for\n    a new sentence_]\n  accompanied by typographical eccentricities  [typograhical]\n  the relationships of trivial things  [relationiships]\n  Herr v.***  [_asterisks unchanged_]\n\nChapter VII\n\n  expressed themselves quite unequivocally  [themsleves]\n  the pleasure of latest posterity.\u201d  [_final.missing_]\n  \u201cregarded his taste as insulted because I sent him \u201cYorick\u2019s\n    Empfindsame Reise.\u201d[3]\n    [_mismatched quotation marks unchanged_]\n  Georg Christopher Lichtenberg.[7]\n    [Lichtenberg.\u201d with superfluous close quote]\n  Aus Lichtenbergs Nachlass: Aufs\u00e4tze, Gedichte, Tagebuchbl\u00e4tter\n   [_\u201cGedichte Tagebuchbl\u00e4tter\u201d without comma_]\n  Doch lass\u2019 ich, wenn mir\u2019s Kurzweil schafft  [schaft]\nThe office is east of the kitchen.", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Bibliography (England)\n\n  Life of Laurence Sterne, by Percy Fitzgerald  [Lift]\n  b. The Sentimental Journey  [Jonrney]\n\nBibliography (Germany)\n\n  The Koran, etc.Tristram Schandi\u2019s Leben und Meynungen... III, pp.210]\n  durch Frankreich und Italien, \u00fcbersetzt von A.\u00a0Lewald.His amusement was sailing on the lake in a little skiff, which a\nHighland boy managed, while the old man angled.He frequently landed\non the little island, where he mused over the tomb of his old friend\nGilchrist MacIan, and made friends with the monks, presenting the prior\nwith gloves of martens' fur, and the superior officers with each of them\na pair made from the skin of the wildcat.The garden is east of the bathroom.The cutting and stitching of\nthese little presents served to beguile the time after sunset, while\nthe family of the herdsman crowded around, admiring his address, and\nlistening to the tales and songs with which the old man had skill to\npass away a heavy evening.It must be confessed that the cautious glover avoided the conversation\nof Father Clement, whom he erroneously considered as rather the author\nof his misfortunes than the guiltless sharer of them.\"I will not,\" he\nthought, \"to please his fancies, lose the goodwill of these kind\nmonks, which may be one day useful to me.I have suffered enough by his\npreachments already, I trow.Little the wiser and much the poorer they\nhave made me.No--no, Catharine and Clement may think as they will; but\nI will take the first opportunity to sneak back like a rated hound at\nthe call of his master, submit to a plentiful course of haircloth and\nwhipcord, disburse a lusty mulct, and become whole with the church\nagain.\"More than a fortnight had passed since the glover had arrived at\nBallough, and he began to wonder that he had not heard news of Catharine\nor of Henry Wynd, to whom he concluded the provost had communicated the\nplan and place of his retreat.He knew the stout smith dared not come\nup into the Clan Quhele country, on account of various feuds with\nthe inhabitants, and with Eachin himself, while bearing the name of\nConachar; but yet the glover thought Henry might have found means to\nsend him a message, or a token, by some one of the various couriers who\npassed and repassed between the court and the headquarters of the Clan\nQuhele, in order to concert the terms of the impending combat, the\nmarch of the parties to Perth, and other particulars requiring previous\nadjustment.The office is west of the bathroom.It was now the middle of March, and the fatal Palm Sunday\nwas fast approaching.Whilst time was thus creeping on, the exiled glover had not even once\nset eyes upon his former apprentice.The care that was taken to attend\nto his wants and convenience in every respect showed that he was not\nforgotten; but yet, when he heard the chieftain's horn", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "One morning, however, he found himself unexpectedly in\nEachin's close neighbourhood, with scarce leisure to avoid him, and thus\nit happened.As Simon strolled pensively through a little silvan glade, surrounded\non either side with tall forest trees, mixed with underwood, a white doe\nbroke from the thicket, closely pursued by two deer greyhounds, one\nof which griped her haunch, the other her throat, and pulled her down\nwithin half a furlong of the glover, who was something startled at the\nsuddenness of the incident.The ear and piercing blast of a horn, and\nthe baying of a slow hound, made Simon aware that the hunters were close\nbehind, and on the trace of the deer.Hallooing and the sound of\nmen running through the copse were heard close at hand.A moment's\nrecollection would have satisfied Simon that his best way was to stand\nfast, or retire slowly, and leave it to Eachin to acknowledge his\npresence or not, as he should see cause.But his desire of shunning the\nyoung man had grown into a kind of instinct, and in the alarm of finding\nhim so near, Simon hid himself in a bush of hazels mixed with holly,\nwhich altogether concealed him.He had hardly done so ere Eachin, rosy\nwith exercise, dashed from the thicket into the open glade, accompanied\nby his foster father, Torquil of the Oak.The latter, with equal\nstrength and address, turned the struggling hind on her back, and\nholding her forefeet in his right hand, while he knelt on her body,\noffered his skene with the left to the young chief, that he might cut\nthe animal's throat.\"It may not be, Torquil; do thine office, and take the assay thyself.The office is west of the garden.I\nmust not kill the likeness of my foster--\"\n\nThis was spoken with a melancholy smile, while a tear at the same time\nstood in the speaker's eye.Torquil stared at his young chief for an\ninstant, then drew his sharp wood knife across the creature's throat\nwith a cut so swift and steady that the weapon reached the backbone.Then rising on his feet, and again fixing a long piercing look on his\nchief, he said: \"As much as I have done to that hind would I do to any\nliving man whose ears could have heard my dault (foster son) so much as\nname a white doe, and couple the word with Hector's name!\"If Simon had no reason before to keep himself concealed, this speech of\nTorquil furnished him with a pressing one.The kitchen is west of the office.\"It cannot be concealed, father Torquil,\" said Eachin: \"it will all out\nto the broad day.\"\"It is the fatal secret,\" thought Simon; \"and now, if this huge privy\ncouncillor cannot keep silence, I shall be made answerable, I suppose,\nfor Eachin's disgrace having been blown abroad.\"Thinking thus anxiously, he availed himself at the same time of his\nposition to see as much as he could of what passed between the afflicted\nchie", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "As Torquil listened to what Eachin communicated, the young man sank\ninto his arms, and, supporting himself on his shoulder, concluded his\nconfession by a whisper into his ear.Torquil seemed to listen with such\namazement as to make him incapable of crediting his ears.As if to be\ncertain that it was Eachin who spoke, he gradually roused the youth from\nhis reclining posture, and, holding him up in some measure by a grasp on\nhis shoulder, fixed on him an eye that seemed enlarged, and at the same\ntime turned to stone, by the marvels he listened to.And so wild waxed\nthe old man's visage after he had heard the murmured communication,\nthat Simon Glover apprehended he would cast the youth from him as a\ndishonoured thing, in which case he might have lighted among the very\ncopse in which he lay concealed, and occasioned his discovery in a\nmanner equally painful and dangerous.It is considered a very\nmeritorious act to render them assistance, and speed them on their way;\nbut to help a runaway nun is to commit a crime of sufficient magnitude\nto draw down the anathema of the church.Therefore, while we carefully\nconcealed our real character, we gratefully accepted the aid we so much\nneeded, but which, we were sure, would have been withheld had she known\nto whom it was offered.After waiting till the cows were milked, and\nshe had finished her own breakfast, she filled a large earthen pan\nwith bread and milk, gave each of us a spoon, and we ate as much as\nwe wished.As we arose to depart, she gave each of us a large piece of\nbread to carry with us, and asked us to pray with her.We accordingly\nknelt in prayer; implored heaven's blessing on her household, and then\ntook our leave of this kind lady, never more to meet her on earth; but\nshe will never be forgotten.That day we traveled a long distance, at least, so it seemed to us.When\nnearly overcome with fatigue, we saw from the tow-path an island in the\nriver, and upon it a small house.Near the shore a man stood beside a\ncanoe.The office is east of the garden.The hallway is west of the garden.We made signs to him to come to us, and he immediately sprang\ninto his canoe and came over.We asked him to take us to the island, and\nhe cheerfully granted our request, but said we must sit very still, or\nwe would find ourselves in the water.I did not wonder he thought so,\nfor the canoe was very small, and the weight of three persons sank it\nalmost even with the surface of the river, while the least motion would\ncause it to roll from side to side, so that we really felt that we were\nin danger of a very uncomfortable bath if nothing worse.We landed safely, however, and were kindly welcomed by the Indian\nfamily in the house.Six squaws were sitting on the floor, some of them\nsmoking, others making shoes and baskets.They were very gayly dressed,\ntheir skirts handsomely embroidered with beads and silk of various\ncolors.One of the girls seemed very", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "But she did not\nlook at all like an Indian, having red hair and a lighter skin than the\nothers.She was the only one in the family that I could converse with,\nas the rest of them spoke only their native dialect; but the nun who was\nwith me could speak both French and Indian.They treated us with great kindness, gave us food, and invited in to\nstay and live with them; said we could be very happy there, and to\ninduce us to remain, they informed us that the village we saw on the\nother side of the river, called St.Regis, was inhabited by Indians, but\nthey were all Roman Catholics.They had a priest, and a church where\nwe could go to Mass every Sabbath.Little did they imagine that we were\nfleeing for life from the Romish priests; that so far from being an\ninducement to remain with them, this information was the very thing to\nsend us on our way with all possible speed.We did not dare to stay,\nfor I knew full well that if any one who had seen us went to confession,\nthey would be obliged to give information of our movements; and if one\npriest heard of us, he would immediately telegraph to all the priests\nin the United States and Canada, and we should be watched on every side.Escape would then be nearly impossible, therefore we gently, but firmly\nrefused to accept the hospitality of these good people, and hastened to\nbid them farewell.I asked the girl how far it was to the United States.She said it was\ntwo miles to Hogansburg, and that was in the States.We then asked the\nman to take us in his canoe to the village of St.Regis on the other\nside of the river.He consented, but, I thought, with some reluctance,\nand before he allowed us to land, he conversed some minutes with the\nIndians who met him on the shore.We could not hear what they said, but\nmy fears were at once awakened.I thought they suspected us, and if so,\nwe were lost.But the man came back at length, and, assisted us from the\nboat.The kitchen is south of the garden.If he had any suspicions he kept them to himself.Soon after we reached the shore I met a man, of whom I enquired when\na boat would start for Hogansburg.He gazed at us a moment, and then\npointed to five boats out in the river, and said those were the last\nto go that day.They were then ready to start, and waited only for the\ntow-boat to take them along.The garden is south of the bathroom.But they were so far away we could not get\nto them, even if we dared risk ourselves among so many passengers.To stay there over night, was not to be thought of for a\nmoment.We were sure to be taken, and carried back, if we ventured to\ntry it.Yet there was but one alternative; either remain there till the\nnext day, or try to get a passage on the tow-boat.It did not take me a\nlong time to decide for myself, and I told the nun that I should go on,\nif the captain would take me!", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "she exclaimed,\n\"There are no ladies on that boat, and I do not like to go with so\nmany men.\"\"I am not afraid of the men,\" I replied, \"if they are not\nRomanists, and I am resolved to go.\"\"Do not leave me,\" she cried, with\nstreaming tears.The hallway is north of the bedroom.\"I am sure we can get along better if we keep together,\nbut I dare not go on the boat.\"\"And I dare not stay here,\" said I,\nand so we parted.I to pursue my solitary way, she to go, I know not\nwhither.I gave her the parting hand, and have never heard from her\nsince, but I hope she succeeded better than I did, in her efforts to\nescape.I went directly to the captain of the boat and asked him if he could\ncarry me to the States.He said he should go as far as Ogdensburg, and\nwould carry me there, if I wished; or he could set me off at some place\nwhere he stopped for wood and water.When I told him I had no money to\npay him, he smiled, and asked if I was a run-a-way.I frankly confessed\nthat I was, for I thought it was better for me to tell the truth than\nto try to deceive.\"Well,\" said the captain, \"I will not betray you; but\nyou had better go to my state-room and stay there.\"I thanked him, but\nsaid I would rather stay where I was.He then gave me the key to his\nroom, and advised me to go in and lock the door, \"for,\" said he, \"we are\nnot accustomed to have ladies in this boat, and the men may annoy you.You will find it more pleasant and comfortable to stay there alone.\"Truly grateful for his kindness, and happy to escape from the gaze of\nthe men, I followed his direction; nor did I leave the room again until\nI left the boat.The bedroom is north of the kitchen.The captain brought me my meals, but did not attempt to\nenter the room.[Decoration]\n\n\n\n\n[Decoration]\n\n\nXXVII._THE AVITOR._\n\n\n    Hurrah for the wings that never tire--\n      For the nerves that never quail;\n    For the heart that beats in a bosom of fire--\n    For the lungs whose cast-iron lobes respire\n      Where the eagle's breath would fail!As the genii bore Aladdin away,\n      In search of his palace fair,\n    On his magical wings to the land of Cathay,\n    So here I will spread out my pinions to-day\n      On the cloud-borne billows of air.to its home on the mountain crag,\n      Where the condor builds its nest,\n    I mount far fleeter than hunted stag,\n    I float far higher than Switzer flag--\n      Hurrah for the lightning's guest!Away, over steeple and cross and tower--", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Diablo frowns, as above him I pass,\n      Still loftier heights to attain;\n    Calaveras' groves are but blades of grass--\n    Yosemite's sentinel peaks a mass\n      Of ant-hills dotting a plain!Sierra Nevada's shroud of snow,\n      And Utah's desert of sand,\n    Shall never again turn backward the flow\n    Of that human tide which may come and go\n      To the vales of the sunset land!Wherever the coy earth veils her face\n      With tresses of forest hair;\n    Where polar pallors her blushes efface,\n    Or tropical blooms lend her beauty and grace--\n      I can flutter my plumage there!Where the Amazon rolls through a mystical land--\n      Where Chiapas buried her dead--\n    Where Central Australian deserts expand--\n    Where Africa seethes in saharas of sand--\n      Even there shall my pinions spread!No longer shall earth with her secrets beguile,\n      For I, with undazzled eyes,\n    Will trace to their sources the Niger and Nile,\n    And stand without dread on the boreal isle,\n      The Colon of the skies!Then hurrah for the wings that never tire--\n      For the sinews that never quail;\n    For the heart that throbs in a bosom of fire--\n    For the lungs whose cast-iron lobes respire\n      When the eagle's breath would fail![Decoration]\n\n\nXXVIII._LOST AND FOUND._\n\n\n    'Twas eventide in Eden.The hallway is north of the bedroom.The mortals stood,\n    Watchful and solemn, in speechless sorrow bound.He was erect, defiant, and unblenched.Tho' fallen, free--deceived, but not undone.She leaned on him, and drooped her pensive brow\n    In token of the character she bore--\n    _The world's first penitent_.Tears, gushing fast,\n    Streamed from her azure eyes; and as they fled\n    Beyond the eastern gate, where gleamed the swords\n    Of guarding Cherubim, the flowers themselves\n    Bent their sad heads, surcharged with dewy tears,\n    Wept by the stare o'er man's immortal woe.The hallway is south of the kitchen.Far had they wandered, slow had been the pace,\n    Grief at his heart and ruin on her face,\n    Ere Adam turned to contemplate the spot\n    Where Earth began, where Heaven was forgot.He gazed in silence, till the crystal wall\n    Of Eden trembled, as though doomed to fall:\n    Then bidding Eve direct her tear-dimmed eye\n    To where the", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Slowly it mounted to the vaulted dome,\n    And paused as if to beckon mortals home;\n    Then, like a cloud when winds are all at rest,\n    It floated gently to the distant west,\n    And left behind a crimson path of light,\n    By which to track the Garden in its flight!Day after day, the exiles wandered on,\n    With eyes still fixed, where Eden's smile last shone;\n    Forlorn and friendless through the wilds they trod,\n    Remembering Eden, but forgetting God,\n    Till far across the sea-washed, arid plain,\n    The billows thundered that the search was vain!who can tell how oft at eventide,\n    When the gay west was blushing like a bride,\n    Fair Eve hath whispered in her children's ear,\n    \"Beyond yon cloud will Eden reappear!\"And thus, as slow millenniums rolled away,\n    Each generation, ere it turned to clay,\n    Has with prophetic lore, by nature blest,\n    In search of Eden wandered to the West.I cast my thoughts far up the stream of time,\n    And catch its murmurs in my careless rhyme.The office is north of the bedroom.I hear a footstep tripping o'er the down:\n    Behold!In fancy now her splendors reappear;\n    Her fleets and phalanxes, her shield and spear;\n    Her battle-fields, blest ever by the free,--\n    Proud Marathon, and sad Thermopylae!Her poet, foremost in the ranks of fame,\n    Homer!The kitchen is south of the bedroom.a god--but with a mortal's name;\n    Historians, richest in primeval lore;\n    Orations, sounding yet from shore to shore!Heroes and statesmen throng the enraptured gaze,\n    Till glory totters 'neath her load of praise.Surely a clime so rich in old renown\n    Could build an Eden, if not woo one down!Plato comes, with wisdom's scroll unfurl'd,\n    The proudest gift of Athens to the world!Wisest of mortals, say, for thou can'st tell,\n    Thou, whose sweet lips the Muses loved so well,\n    Was Greece the Garden that our fathers trod;\n    When men, like angels, walked the earth with God?the great Philosopher replied,\n    \"Though I love Athens better than a bride,\n    Her laws are bloody and her children slaves;\n    Her sages slumber in empoisoned graves;\n    Her soil is sterile, barren are her seas;\n    Eden still blooms in the Hesperides,\n    Beyond the pillars of far Hercules!Westward, amid the ocean's blandest smile,\n    Atlantis blossoms, a perennial Isle;\n    A vast Republic", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Across the mental screen\n    A mightier spirit stalks upon the scene;\n    His tread shakes empires ancient as the sun;\n    His voice resounds, and nations are undone;\n    War in his tone and battle in his eye,\n    The world in arms, a Roman dare defy!Throned on the summit of the seven hills,\n    He bathes his gory heel in Tiber's rills;\n    Stretches his arms across a triple zone,\n    And dares be master of mankind, alone!All peoples send their tribute to his store;\n    Wherever rivers glide or surges roar,\n    Or mountains rise or desert plains expand,\n    His minions sack and pillage every land.But not alone for rapine and for war\n    The Roman eagle spreads his pinions far;\n    He bears a sceptre in his talons strong,\n    To guard the right, to rectify the wrong,\n    And carries high, in his imperial beak,\n    A shield armored to protect the weak.For myself, I promised so solemnly, and with such apparent\nsincerity, that I would never leave the nunnery again, I was believed\nand trusted.Had I been kindly treated, had my life been even tolerable,\nmy conscience would have reproached me for deceiving them, but as it\nwas, I felt that I was more \"sinned against, than sinning.\"I could not\nthink it wrong to get away, if the opportunity presented, and for this I\nwas constantly on the watch.Every night I lay awake long after all\nthe rest were buried in slumber, trying to devise some plan, by which\nI could once more regain my liberty.Having\njust tasted the sweets of freedom, how could I be content to remain in\nservitude all my life?Many a time have I left my bed at night, resolved\nto try to escape once more, but the fear of detection would deter me\nfrom the attempt.In the discharge of my daily duties, I strove to the utmost of my\nability to please my employers.I so far succeeded, that for five weeks\nafter my return I escaped punishment.Then, I made a slight mistake\nabout my work, though I verily thought I was doing it according to the\ndirection.For this, I was told that I must go without two meals, and\nspend three days in the torture room.I supposed it was the same room I\nwas in before, but I was mistaken.I was taken into the kitchen cellar,\nand down a flight of stairs to another room directly under it.From\nthence, a door opened into another subterranean apartment which they\ncalled the torture room.These doors were so constructed, that a casual\nobserver would not be likely to notice them.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.I had been in that cellar\nmany times, but never saw that door until I was taken through it.A\nperson might live in the nunnery a life-time, and never see or hear\nanything of such a place.I presume those visitors who call at the\nThe bedroom is west of the office.", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "It is exceedingly\ndifficult for pure minds to conceive how any human being can be so\nfearfully depraved.Knowing the purity of their own intentions, and\njudging others by themselves, it is not strange that they regard such\ntales of guilt and terror as mere fabrications, put forth to gratify the\ncuriosity of the wonder-loving crowd.I remember hearing a gentleman at the depot remark that the very\nenormity of the crimes committed by the Romanists, is their best\nprotection.\"For,\" said he, \"some of their practices are so shockingly\ninfamous they may not even be alluded to in the presence of the refined\nand the virtuous.And if the story of their guilt were told, who would\nbelieve the tale?Far easier would it be to call the whole a slanderous\nfabrication, than to believe that man can be so vile.\"This consideration led me to doubt the propriety of attempting a\ndescription of what I saw in that room.But I have engaged to give a\nfaithful narrative of what transpired in the nunnery; and shall I leave\nout a part because it is so strange and monstrous, that people will not\nbelieve it?I will tell, without the least exaggeration what I saw,\nheard, and experienced.People may not credit the story now, but a day\nwill surely come when they will know that I speak the truth.As I entered the room I was exceedingly shocked at the horrid spectacle\nthat met my eye.I knew that fearful scenes were enacted in the\nsubterranean cells, but I never imagined anything half so terrible as\nthis.The office is south of the bathroom.In various parts of the room I saw machines, and instruments of\ntorture, and on some of them persons were confined who seemed to be\nsuffering the most excruciating agony.I paused, utterly overcome with\nterror, and for a moment imagined that I was a witness to the torments,\nwhich, the priests say, are endured by the lost, in the world of woe.Was I to undergo such tortures, and which of those infernal engines\nwould be applied to me?The priest took hold of\nme and put me into a machine that held me fast, while my feet rested\non a piece of iron which was gradually heated until both feet were\nblistered.I think I must have been there fifteen minutes, but perhaps\nthe time seemed longer than it was.He then took me out, put some\nointment on my feet and left me.I was now at liberty to examine more minutely the strange objects around\nme.There were some persons in the place whose punishment, like my own,\nwas light compared with others.But near me lay one old lady extended\non a rack.Her joints were all dislocated, and she was emaciated to the\nlast degree.The hallway is north of the bathroom.I do not suppose I can describe this rack, for I never saw\nanything like it.It looked like a gridiron but was long enough for the\ntallest man to lie upon.There were large rollers at each end, to which\nbelts were attached, with a large lever to drive them back and forth.Upon this rack the poor woman was fastened in such a way, that when the\nlevers were", "question": "What is north of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Then the violent strain would be relaxed, a little,\nand she was so very poor, her skin would sink into the joints and remain\nthere till it mortified and corrupted.It was enough to melt the hardest heart to witness her agony; but\nshe bore it with a degree of fortitude and patience, I could not have\nsupposed possible, had I not been compelled to behold it.When I entered\nthe room she looked up and said, \"Have you come to release me, or only\nto suffer with me?\"I did not dare to reply, for the priest was there,\nbut when he left us she exclaimed, \"My child, let nothing induce you\nto believe this cursed religion.It will be the death of you, and that\ndeath, will be the death of a dog.\"I suppose she meant that they would\nkill me as they would a dog.She then asked, \"Who put you here?\"\"He must have been a brute,\" said she, \"or he never\ncould have done it.\"The bedroom is south of the hallway.At one time I happened to mention the name of\nGod, when she fiercely exclaimed with gestures of contempt, \"A God!You\nbelieve there is one, do you?Don't you suffer yourself to believe any\nsuch thing.Think you that a wise, merciful, and all powerful being\nwould allow such a hell as this to exist?Would he suffer me to be torn\nfrom friends and home, from my poor children and all that my soul holds\ndear, to be confined in this den of iniquity, and tortured to death in\nthis cruel manner?He would at once destroy these monsters\nin human form; he would not suffer them, for one moment, to breathe the\npure air of heaven.\"At another time she exclaimed, \"O, my children!At any rate, we\ngenerally find one or other kind of such instruments with nations\nwhose intellectual progress and social condition are decidedly\ninferior.The Aztecs had many claims to the character of a civilized\ncommunity and (as before said) the Tezcucans were even more advanced\nin the cultivation of the arts and sciences than the Aztecs.\u201cThe\nbest histories,\u201d Prescott observes, \u201cthe best poems, the best code\nof laws, the purest dialect, were all allowed to be Tezcucan.The bedroom is north of the office.The\nAztecs rivalled their neighbours in splendour of living, and even\nin the magnificence of their structures.They displayed a pomp and\nostentatious pageantry, truly Asiatic.\u201d Unfortunately historians\nare sometimes not sufficiently discerning in their communications\nrespecting musical questions.J. Ranking, in describing the grandeur\nof the establishment maintained by Montezuma, says that during the\nrepasts of this monarch \u201cthere was music of fiddle, flute, snail-shell,\na kettle-drum, and other strange instruments.\u201d But as this writer does\nnot indicate the source whence he drew his information respecting\nMontezuma\u2019s orchestra including the fiddle, the assertion deserves\nscarcely a passing notice.The Peruvians possessed a stringed instrument, called _tinya_, which\nwas provided", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "To conjecture from the\nunsatisfactory account of it transmitted to us, the _tinya_ appears to\nhave been a kind of guitar.Considering the fragility of the materials\nof which such instruments are generally constructed, it is perhaps\nnot surprising that we do not meet with any specimens of them in the\nmuseums of American antiquities.A few remarks will not be out of place here referring to the musical\nperformances of the ancient Indians; since an acquaintance with the\nnature of the performances is likely to afford additional assistance\nin appreciating the characteristics of the instruments.In Peru, where\nthe military system was carefully organised, each division of the army\nhad its trumpeters, called _cqueppacamayo_, and its drummers, called\n_huancarcamayo_.When the Inca returned with his troops victorious from\nbattle his first act was to repair to the temple of the Sun in order\nto offer up thanksgiving; and after the conclusion of this ceremony\nthe people celebrated the event with festivities, of which music and\ndancing constituted a principal part.Musical performances appear to\nhave been considered indispensable on occasions of public celebrations;\nand frequent mention is made of them by historians who have described\nthe festivals annually observed by the Peruvians.About the month of October the Peruvians celebrated a solemn feast in\nhonour of the dead, at which ceremony they executed lugubrious songs\nand plaintive instrumental music.Compositions of a similar character\nwere performed on occasion of the decease of a monarch.As soon as it\nwas made known to the people that their Inca had been \u201ccalled home to\nthe mansions of his father the sun\u201d they prepared to celebrate his\nobsequies with becoming solemnity.Prescott, in his graphic description\nof these observances, says: \u201cAt stated intervals, for a year, the\npeople assembled to renew the expressions of their sorrow; processions\nwere made displaying the banner of the departed monarch; bards and\nminstrels were appointed to chronicle his achievements, and their songs\ncontinued to be rehearsed at high festivals in the presence of the\nreigning monarch,--thus stimulating the living by the glorious example\nof the dead.\u201d The Peruvians had also particular agricultural songs,\nwhich they were in the habit of singing while engaged in tilling the\nlands of the Inca; a duty which devolved upon the whole nation.The kitchen is north of the garden.The\nsubject of these songs, or rather hymns, referred especially to the\nnoble deeds and glorious achievements of the Inca and his dynasty.The hallway is south of the garden.While thus singing, the labourers regulated their work to the rhythm\nof the music, thereby ensuring a pleasant excitement and a stimulant in\ntheir occupation, like soldiers regulating their steps to the music of\nthe military band.These hymns pleased the Spanish invaders so greatly\nthat they not only adopted several of them but also composed some in a\nsimilar form and style.This appears, however, to have been the case\nrather with the poetry than with the music.The name of the Peruvian elegiac songs was _haravi_.Some tunes of\nthese songs, pronounced to be genuine specimens, have been published\nin", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "At all events\nthey must have been much tampered with, as they exhibit exactly the\nform of the Spanish _bolero_.Even allowing that the melodies of\nthese compositions have been derived from Peruvian _harivaris_, it is\nimpossible to determine with any degree of certainty how much in them\nhas been retained of the original tunes, and how much has been supplied\nbesides the harmony, which is entirely an addition of the European\narranger.The Peruvians had minstrels, called _haravecs_ (_i.e._,\n\u201cinventors\u201d), whose occupation it was to compose and to recite the\n_haravis_.The Mexicans possessed a class of songs which served as a record\nof historical events.Furthermore they had war-songs, love-songs,\nand other secular vocal compositions, as well as sacred chants, in\nthe practice of which boys were instructed by the priests in order\nthat they might assist in the musical performances of the temple.The bedroom is east of the bathroom.It appertained to the office of the priests to burn incense, and\nto perform music in the temple at stated times of the day.The bathroom is east of the garden.The\ncommencement of the religious observances which took place regularly\nat sunrise, at mid-day, at sunset, and at midnight, was announced by\nsignals blown on trumpets and pipes.Persons of high position retained\nin their service professional musicians whose duty it was to compose\nballads, and to perform vocal music with instrumental accompaniment.The nobles themselves, and occasionally even the monarch, not\nunfrequently delighted in composing ballads and odes.Especially to be noticed is the institution termed \u201cCouncil of music,\u201d\nwhich the wise monarch Nezahualcoyotl founded in Tezcuco.This\ninstitution was not intended exclusively for promoting the cultivation\nof music; its aim comprised the advancement of various arts, and of\nsciences such as history, astronomy, &c. In fact, it was an academy\nfor general education.Probably no better evidence could be cited\ntestifying to the remarkable intellectual attainments of the Mexican\nIndians before the discovery of America than this council of music.This\namused Berrie, but her mother took it seriously.\"Of course, I'm anxious to have my daughter make the best possible\nimpression.\"We get in, I find, about noon.We'll go\nstraight to the biggest shop in town.If we work with speed we'll be able\nto lunch with my father.He'll be at the Palmer House at one.\"Berrie said nothing, either in acceptance or rejection of his plan.Her\nmind was concerned with new conceptions, new relationships, and when in\nthe hall he took her face between his hands and said, \"Cheer up!All is\nnot lost,\" she put her arms about his neck and laid her cheek against his\nbreast to hide her tears.What he said was not very cogent, and not in the least literary, but it\nwas reassuring and lover-like, and when he turned her over to her mother\nshe was composed, though unwontedly grave.She woke to a new life next morning--a life of compliance, of following,\nof dependence upon", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "She stood in silence while\nher lover paid the bills, bought the tickets, and telegraphed their\ncoming to his father.The garden is south of the hallway.She acquiesced when he prevented her mother from\ntelephoning to the ranch.She complied when he countermanded her order to\nhave the team sent back at once.His judgment ruled, and she enjoyed her\nsudden freedom from responsibility.The hallway is south of the bedroom.It was novel, and it was very sweet\nto think that she was being cared for as she had cared for and shielded\nhim in the world of the trail.In the little railway-coach, which held a score of passengers, she found\nherself among some Eastern travelers who had taken the trip up the Valley\nof the Flume in the full belief that they were piercing the heart of the\nRocky Mountains!It amused Wayland almost as much as it amused Berrie\nwhen one man said to his wife:\n\n\"Well, I'm glad we've seen the Rockies.\"After an hour's ride Wayland tactfully withdrew, leaving mother and\ndaughter to discuss clothes undisturbed by his presence.\"We must look our best, honey,\" said Mrs.\"We will go right to\nMme.Crosby at Battle's, and she'll fit us out.I wish we had more time;\nbut we haven't, so we must do the best we can.\"\"I want Wayland to choose my hat and traveling-suit,\" replied Berrie.But you've got to have a lot of other things besides.\"And\nthey bent to the joyous work of making out a list of goods to be\npurchased as soon as they reached Chicago.Wayland came back with a Denver paper in his hand and a look of disgust\non his face.\"It's all in here--at least, the outlines of it.\"Berrie took the journal, and there read the details of Settle's assault\nupon the foreman.\"The fight arose from a remark concerning the Forest\nSupervisor's daughter.Ranger Settle resented the gossip, and fell upon\nthe other man, beating him with the butt of his revolver.Friends of the\nforeman claim that the ranger is a drunken bully, and should have been\ndischarged long ago.The Supervisor for some mysterious reason retains\nthis man, although he is an incompetent.It is also claimed that\nMcFarlane put a man on the roll without examination.\"The Supervisor was\nthe protagonist of the play, which was plainly political.The attack upon\nhim was bitter and unjust, and Mrs.McFarlane again declared her\nintention of returning to help him in his fight.However, Wayland again\nproved to her that her presence would only embarrass the Supervisor.\"You\nwould not aid him in the slightest degree.Nash and Landon are with him,\nand will refute all these charges.\"This newspaper story took the light out of their day and the smile from\nBerrie's lips, and the women entered the city silent and distressed in\nspite of the efforts of their young guide.The nearer the girl came to\nthe ordeal of facing the elder Norcross, the more she feared the outcome;\nbut Wayland kept his air of easy confidence, and drove them directly to\nthe shopping center,", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "They had a delightful hour trying on\nmillinery and coats and gloves.McFarlane,\ngladly accepted her commission, and, while suspecting the tender\nrelationship between the girl and the man, she was tactful enough to\nconceal her suspicion.\"The gentleman is right; you carry simple things\nbest,\" she remarked to Berrie, thus showing her own good judgment.\"Smartly tailored gray or blue suits are your style.\"Silent, blushing, tousled by the hands of her decorators, Berrie\npermitted hats to be perched on her head and jackets buttoned and\nunbuttoned about her shoulders till she felt like a worn clothes-horse.Wayland beamed with delight, but she was far less satisfied than he; and\nwhen at last selection was made, she still had her doubts, not of the\nclothes, but of her ability to wear them.They seemed so alien to her, so\nrestrictive and enslaving.\"You're an easy fitter,\" said the saleswoman.\"But\"--here she lowered her\nvoice--\"you need a new corset.Thereupon Berrie meekly permitted herself to be led away to a\ntorture-room.Wayland waited patiently, and when she reappeared all\ntraces of Bear Tooth Forest had vanished.In a neat tailored suit and a\nvery \"chic\" hat, with shoes, gloves, and stockings to match, she was so\ntransformed, so charmingly girlish in her self-conscious glory, that he\nwas tempted to embrace her in the presence of the saleswoman.He merely said: \"I see the governor's finish!The bathroom is north of the hallway.\"I don't know myself,\" responded Berrie.The office is north of the bathroom.\"The only thing that feels\nnatural is my hand.They cinched me so tight I can't eat a thing, and my\nshoes hurt.\"She laughed as she said this, for her use of the vernacular\nwas conscious.Look at my face--red as a saddle!\"This is the time of year when tan is\nfashionable.Just smile at him, give\nhim your grip, and he'll melt.\"\"I know how you feel, but you'll get used to the conventional\nboiler-plate and all the rest of it.We all groan and growl when we come\nback to it each autumn; but it's a part of being civilized, and we\nsubmit.\"Notwithstanding his confident advice, Wayland led the two silent and\ninwardly dismayed women into the showy cafe of the hotel with some degree\nof personal apprehension concerning the approaching interview with his\nfather.Of course, he did not permit this to appear in the slightest\ndegree.'He's always like that with strangers,' apologized Ruth as she took him\nback again.'Wait a minute,' said Slyme, 'I've got something upstairs in my pocket\nthat will keep him quiet.He went up to his room and presently returned with the rattle.When\nthe baby saw the bright colours and heard the tinkling of the bells he\ncrowed with delight, and reached out his hands eagerly towards it and\nallowed Slyme to take him without a murmur of protest.Before Ruth had", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Ruth, too, began to have a better opinion of Slyme, and felt inclined\nto reproach herself for having taken such an unreasonable dislike of\nhim at first.He was evidently a very good sort of fellow after all.The baby had by this time discovered the use of the bone ring at the\nend of the handle of the toy and was biting it energetically.'It's a very beautiful rattle,' said Ruth.The hallway is east of the garden.'I heard you say the other day that he wanted something of the kind to\nbite on to help his teeth through,' answered Slyme, 'and when I\nhappened to notice that in the shop I remembered what you said and\nthought I'd bring it home.'The baby took the ring out of its mouth and shaking the rattle\nfrantically in the air laughed and crowed merrily, looking at Slyme.'That's not your Dad, you silly boy,' she said, kissing the child as\nshe spoke.'Your dad ought to be ashamed of himself for staying out\nlike this.We'll give him dad, dad, dad, when he does come home, won't\nwe?'But the baby only shook the rattle and rang the bells and laughed and\ncrowed and laughed again, louder than ever.The garden is east of the bathroom.Chapter 19\n\nThe Filling of the Tank\n\n\nViewed from outside, the 'Cricketers Arms' was a pretentious-looking\nbuilding with plate-glass windows and a profusion of gilding.The\npilasters were painted in imitation of different marbles and the doors\ngrained to represent costly woods.There were panels containing\npainted advertisements of wines and spirits and beer, written in gold,\nand ornamented with gaudy colours.On the lintel over the principal\nentrance was inscribed in small white letters:\n\n'A.Licensed to sell wines, spirits and malt liquor by retail\nto be consumed either on or off the premises.'The bar was arranged in the usual way, being divided into several\ncompartments.First there was the 'Saloon Bar': on the glass of the\ndoor leading into this was fixed a printed bill: 'No four ale served in\nthis bar.'Next to the saloon bar was the jug and bottle department,\nmuch appreciated by ladies who wished to indulge in a drop of gin on\nthe quiet.There were also two small 'private' bars, only capable of\nholding two or three persons, where nothing less than fourpennyworth of\nspirits or glasses of ale at threepence were served.Finally, the\npublic bar, the largest compartment of all.At each end, separating it\nfrom the other departments, was a wooden partition, painted and\nvarnished.Wooden forms fixed across the partitions and against the walls under\nthe windows provided seating accommodation for the customers.A large\nautomatic musical instrument--a 'penny in the slot'\npolyphone--resembling a grandfather's clock in shape--stood against one\nof the partitions and close up to the counter, so that those behind the\nbar could reach to wind it up.Hanging on the partition near the\npolyphone was a board about fifteen inches square, over the surface of\nwhich were distributed a number of small", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "At the\nbottom of the board was a net made of fine twine, extended by means of\na semi-circular piece of wire.In this net several india-rubber rings\nabout three inches in diameter were lying.There was no table in the\nplace but jutting out from the other partition was a hinged flap about\nthree feet long by twenty inches wide, which could be folded down when\nnot in use.This was the shove-ha'penny board.The kitchen is north of the garden.The coins--old French\npennies--used in playing this game were kept behind the bar and might\nbe borrowed on application.On the partition, just above the\nshove-ha'penny board was a neatly printed notice, framed and glazed:\n\n                                 NOTICE\n\n              Gentlemen using this house are requested to\n                 refrain from using obscene language.Alongside this notice were a number of gaudily- bills\nadvertising the local theatre and the music-hall, and another of a\ntravelling circus and menagerie, then visiting the town and encamped on\na piece of waste ground about half-way on the road to Windley.The\nfittings behind the bar, and the counter, were of polished mahogany,\nwith silvered plate glass at the back of the shelves.On the shelves\nwere rows of bottles and cut-glass decanters, gin, whisky, brandy and\nwines and liqueurs of different kinds.When Crass, Philpot, Easton and Bundy entered, the landlord, a\nwell-fed, prosperous-looking individual in white shirt-sleeves, and a\nbright maroon fancy waistcoat with a massive gold watch-chain and a\ndiamond ring, was conversing in an affable, friendly way with one of\nhis regular customers, who was sitting on the end of the seat close to\nthe counter, a shabbily dressed, bleary-eyed, degraded, beer-sodden,\ntrembling wretch, who spent the greater part of every day, and all his\nmoney, in this bar.The garden is north of the office.He was a miserable-looking wreck of a man about\nthirty years of age, supposed to be a carpenter, although he never\nworked at that trade now.It was commonly said that some years\npreviously he had married a woman considerably his senior, the landlady\nof a third-rate lodging-house.This business was evidently\nsufficiently prosperous to enable him to exist without working and to\nmaintain himself in a condition of perpetual semi-intoxication.This\nbesotted wretch practically lived at the 'Cricketers'.He came\nregularly very morning and sometimes earned a pint of beer by assisting\nthe barman to sweep up the sawdust or clean the windows.He usually\nremained in the bar until closing time every night.He was a very good\ncustomer; not only did he spend whatever money he could get hold of", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Her face was strange to me,\" he solemnly proceeded, \"but I can give you\neach and every detail of it, as, bending above me, she stared into my\neyes with a growing terror that seemed to implore help, though her lips\nwere quiet, and only the memory of that cry echoed in my ears.\"\"Describe the face,\" I interposed.\"It was a round, fair, lady's face.Very lovely in contour, but devoid\nof coloring; not beautiful, but winning from its childlike look of\ntrust.The hair, banded upon the low, broad forehead, was brown; the\neyes, which were very far apart, gray; the mouth, which was its most\ncharming feature, delicate of make and very expressive.There was\na dimple in the chin, but none in the cheeks.The kitchen is west of the hallway.The hallway is west of the office.It was a face to be\nremembered.\"\"Meeting the gaze of those imploring eyes, I started up.Instantly the\nface and all vanished, and I became conscious, as we sometimes do in\ndreams, of a certain movement in the hall below, and the next instant\nthe gliding figure of a man of imposing size entered the library.I remember experiencing a certain thrill at this, half terror, half\ncuriosity, though I seemed to know, as if by intuition, what he was\ngoing to do.Strange to say, I now seemed to change my personality,\nand to be no longer a third party watching these proceedings, but Mr.Leavenworth himself, sitting at his library table and feeling his doom\ncrawling upon him without capacity for speech or power of movement to\navert it.Though my back was towards the man, I could feel his stealthy\nform traverse the passage, enter the room beyond, pass to that stand\nwhere the pistol was, try the drawer, find it locked, turn the key,\nprocure the pistol, weigh it in an accustomed hand, and advance again.I could feel each footstep he took as though his feet were in truth upon\nmy heart, and I remember staring at the table before me as if I expected\nevery moment to see it run with my own blood.I can see now how the\nletters I had been writing danced upon the paper before me, appearing\nto my eyes to take the phantom shapes of persons and things long ago\nforgotten; crowding my last moments with regrets and dead shames, wild\nlongings, and unspeakable agonies, through all of which that face, the\nface of my former dream, mingled, pale, sweet, and searching, while\ncloser and closer behind me crept that noiseless foot till I could\nfeel the glaring of the assassin's eyes across the narrow threshold\nseparating me from death and hear the click of his teeth as he set his\nlips for the final act.and the secretary's livid face showed the\ntouch of awful horror, \"what words can describe such an experience as\nthat?In one moment, all the agonies of hell in the heart and brain,\nthe next a blank through which I seemed to see afar, and as if suddenly\nremoved from all this, a crouching figure looking at its work with\nstarting eyes and", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "said I, in a voice I failed to recognize as my own.\"Was that of him whom we saw leave Mary Leavenworth's presence last\nnight and go down the hall to the front door.\"A PREJUDICE\n\n\n    \"True, I talk of dreams,\n     Which are the children of an idle brain\n     Begot of nothing but vain phantasy.\"FOR one moment I sat a prey to superstitious horror; then, my natural\nincredulity asserting itself, I looked up and remarked:\n\n\"You say that all this took place the night previous to the actual\noccurrence?\"\"But you did not seem to take it as such?\"\"No; I am subject to horrible dreams.I thought but little of it in a\nsuperstitious way till I looked next day upon Mr.\"I do not wonder you behaved strangely at the inquest.\"\"Ah, sir,\" he returned, with a slow, sad smile; \"no one knows what\nI suffered in my endeavors not to tell more than I actually knew,\nirrespective of my dream, of this murder and the manner of its\naccomplishment.\"The kitchen is north of the bedroom.\"You believe, then, that your dream foreshadowed the manner of the\nmurder as well as the fact?\"\"It is a pity it did not go a little further, then, and tell us how\nthe assassin escaped from, if not how he entered, a house so securely\nfastened.\"\"That would have been convenient,\" he repeated.\"Also, if I had been informed where Hannah was, and why a stranger and a\ngentleman should have stooped to the committal of such a crime.\"The office is south of the bedroom.Seeing that he was nettled, I dropped my bantering vein.I asked; \"are you so well acquainted with all who visit\nthat house as to be able to say who are and who are not strangers to the\nfamily?\"I am well acquainted with the faces of their friends, and Henry\nClavering is not amongst the number; but----\"\n\n\"Were you ever with Mr.Leavenworth,\" I interrupted, \"when he has been\naway from home; in the country, for instance, or upon his travels?\"\"Yet I suppose he was in the habit of absenting himself from home?\"\"Can you tell me where he was last July, he and the ladies?\"\"Yes, sir; they went to R----.Ah,\"\nhe cried, seeing a change in my face, \"do you think he could have met\nthem there?\"I looked at him for a moment, then, rising in my turn, stood level with\nhim, and exclaimed:\n\n\"You are keeping something back, Mr.Harwell; you have more knowledge of\nthis man than you have hitherto given me to understand.He seemed astonished at my penetration, but replied: \"I know no more\nof the man than I have already informed you; but\"--and a burning flush\ncrossed his face, \"if you are determined to pursue this matter--\" and he\npaused, with an inquiring look.\"I am resolved to find out all I can about Henry Clavering,\" was my\ndecided answer.\"Then,\" said he, \"I", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Henry Clavering wrote a\nletter to Mr.Leavenworth a few days before the murder, which I have\nsome reason to believe produced a marked effect upon the household.\"And, folding his arms, the secretary stood quietly awaiting my next\nquestion.Leavenworth's\nbusiness letters, and this, being from one unaccustomed to write to him,\nlacked the mark which usually distinguished those of a private nature.\"The kitchen is east of the office.\"And you saw the name of Clavering?\"\"I did; Henry Ritchie Clavering.\"But if it be asked, how it comes that the bloud of the veins is not\nexhausted, running so continually into the heart; and how that the\narteries are not too full, since all that which passeth thorow the heart\ndischargeth it self into them: I need answer nothing thereto but what\nhath been already writ by an English Physician, to whom this praise must\nbe given, to have broken the ice in this place, and to be the first who\ntaught us, That there are several little passages in the extremity of\nthe arteries whereby the bloud which they receive from the heart,\nenters the little branches of the veins; whence again it sends it self\nback towards the heart: so that its course is no other thing but a\nperpetuall circulation.Which he very wel proves by the ordinary\nexperience of Chirurgians, who having bound the arm indifferently hard\nabove the the place where they open the vein, which causeth the bloud to\nissue more abundantly, then if it had not been bound.And the contrary\nwould happen, were it bound underneath, between the hand and the\nincision, or bound very hard above.The bathroom is west of the office.For its manifest, that the band\nindifferently tyed, being able to hinder the bloud which is already in\nthe arm to return towards the heart by the veins; yet it therefore\nhinders not the new from coming always by the arteries, by reason they\nare placed under the veins, and that their skin being thicker, are less\neasie to be press'd, as also that the bloud which comes from the heart,\nseeks more forcibly to passe by them towards the hand, then it doth to\nreturn from thence towards the heart by the veins.And since this bloud\nwhich issues from the arm by the incision made in one of the veins, must\nnecessarily have some passage under the bond, to wit, towards the\nextremities of the arm, whereby it may come thither by the arteries, he\nalso proves very well what he sayes of the course of the bloud through\ncertain little skins, which are so disposed in divers places along the\nveins, which permit it not to pass from the middle towards the\nextremities, but onely to return from the extremities towards the heart.And besides this, experience shews, That all the bloud which is in the\nbody may in a very little time run out by one onely artery's being cut,\nalthough it were even bound very neer the heart, and cut betwixt it and\nthe ligature: So that we could have no reason to imagine that the bloud\nwhich issued thence", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "But there are divers other things which witness, that the true cause of\nthis motion of the bloud is that which I have related.As first, The\ndifference observed between that which issues out of the veins, and that\nwhich comes out of the arteries, cannot proceed but from its being\nrarified and (as it were) distilled by passing thorow the heart: its\nmore subtil, more lively, and more hot presently after it comes out;\nthat is to say, being in the arteries, then it is a little before it\nenters them, that is to say, in the veins.And if you observe, you will\nfinde, that this difference appears not well but about the heart; and\nnot so much in those places which are farther off.Next, the hardnesse\nof the skin of which the artery vein and the great artery are composed,\nsheweth sufficiently, that the bloud beats against them more forcibly\nthen against the veins.The hallway is north of the bathroom.The bathroom is north of the bedroom.And why should the left concavity of the heart,\nand the great artery be more large and ample then the right concavity,\nand the arterious vein; unless it were that the bloud of the veinous\nartery, having bin but onely in the lungs since its passage thorow the\nheart, is more subtil, and is rarified with more force and ease then the\nbloud which immediately comes from the _vena cava_.And what can the\nPhysicians divine by feeling of the pulse, unlesse they know, that\naccording as the bloud changeth its nature, it may by the heat of the\nheart be rarified to be more or lesse strong, and more or lesse quick\nthen before.And if we examine how this heat is communicated to the\nother members, must we not avow that 'tis by means of the bloud, which\npassing the heart, reheats it self there, and thence disperseth it self\nthorow the whole body: whence it happens, that if you take away the\nbloud from any part, the heat by the same means also is taken a way.And\nalthough the heart were as burning as hot iron, it were not sufficient\nto warm the feet and the hands so often as it doth, did it not continue\nto furnish them with new bloud.Besides, from thence we know also that the true use of respiration is to\nbring fresh air enough to the lungs, to cause that bloud which comes\nfrom the right concavity of the heart, where it was rarified, and (as it\nwere) chang'd into vapours, there to thicken, and convert it self into\nbloud again, before it fall again into the left, without which it would\nnot be fit to serve for the nourishment of the fire which is there.Which is confirm'd, for that its seen, that animals which have no lungs\nhave but one onely concavity in the heart; and that children, who can\nmake no use of them when they are in their mothers bellies, have an\nopening, by which the bloud of the _vena cava_ runs to the left\nconcavity of the", "question": "What is the bathroom south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Next, How would the concoction be made in the stomach, unlesse the heart\nsent heat by the arteries, and therewithall some of the most fluid parts\nof the bloud, which help to dissolve the meat receiv'd therein?and is\nnot the act which converts the juice of these meats into bloud easie to\nbe known, if we consider, that it is distill'd by passing and repassing\nthe heart, perhaps more then one or two hundred times a day?And what\nneed we ought else to explain the nutrition and the production of divers\nhumours which are in the body, but to say, that the force wherewith the\nbloud in rarifying it self, passeth from the heart towards the\nextremities or the arteries, causeth some of its parts to stay amongst\nthose of the members where they are, and there take the place of some\nothers, which they drive from thence?And that according to the\nsituation, or the figure, or the smalnesse of the pores which they\nmeet, some arrive sooner in one place then others.\"Yes,\" said Jimmy, \"and what do you suppose my friends would say if they\nwere to see me riding around town with the wash-lady's daughter and a\nbaby on my lap?The bedroom is west of the kitchen.he asked Aggie, \"if you didn't know\nthe facts?\"\"Nobody's going to see you,\" answered Aggie impatiently; \"it's only\naround the corner.Go on, Jimmy, be a good boy.\"\"You mean a good thing,\" retorted Jimmy without budging from the spot.exclaimed Zoie; \"it's as easy as can be.\"\"Yes, the FIRST one SOUNDED easy, too,\" said Jimmy.\"All you have to do,\" explained Zoie, trying to restrain her rising\nintolerance of his stupidity, \"is to give this note to Maggie's mother.She'll give you her baby, you bring it back here, we'll give you THIS\none, and you can take it right back to the Home.\"\"And meet the other mother,\" concluded Jimmy with a shake of his head.There was a distinct threat in Zoie's voice when she again addressed the\nstubborn Jimmy and the glitter of triumph was in her eyes.\"You'd better meet here THERE than HERE,\" she warned him; \"you know what\nthe Superintendent said.\"\"That's true,\" agreed Aggie with an anxious face.\"Come now,\" she\npleaded, \"it will only take a minute; you can do the whole thing before\nyou have had time to think.\"\"Before I have had time to think,\" repeated Jimmy excitedly.The hallway is west of the bedroom.\"That's how\nyou get me to do everything.Well, this time I've HAD time to think and\nI don't think I will!\"and with that he threw himself upon the couch,\nunmindful of the damage to the freshly laundered clothes.\"You haven't time to sit down,\" said Aggie.\"I'll TAKE time,\" declared Jimmy.His eyes blinked ominously and he\nremained glued to the couch.There was a short silence; the two women gazed at Jimmy in despair.Remembering a fresh grievance, Jimmy turned", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"By the way,\" he said, \"do you two know that I haven't had anything to\neat yet?\"\"And do you know,\" said Zoie, \"that Alfred may be back at any minute?\"Not unless he has cut his throat,\" rejoined Jimmy, \"and that's what I'd\ndo if I had a razor.\"Zoie regarded Jimmy as though he were beyond redemption.\"Can't you ever\nthink of anybody but yourself?\"she asked, with a martyred air.Had Jimmy been half his age, Aggie would have felt sure that she saw him\nmake a face at her friend for answer.The hallway is east of the office.As it was, she resolved to make\none last effort to awaken her unobliging spouse to a belated sense of\nduty.\"You see, dear,\" she said, \"you might better get the washerwoman's baby\nthan to go from house to house for one,\" and she glanced again toward\nthe paper.The hallway is west of the bathroom.\"Yes,\" urged Zoie, \"and that's just what you'll HAVE to do, if you don't\nget this one.\"It was apparent that his courage was\nslipping from him.Aggie was quick to realise her opportunity, and\nbefore Jimmy could protect himself from her treacherous wiles, she had\nslipped one arm coyly about his neck.\"Now, Jimmy,\" she pleaded as she pressed her soft cheek to his throbbing\ntemple, and toyed with the bay curl on his perspiring forehead, \"wont\nyou do this little teeny-weepy thing just for me?\"Jimmy's lips puckered in a pout; he began to blink nervously.Aggie\nslipped her other arm about his neck.\"You know,\" she continued with a baby whine, \"I got Zoie into this, and\nI've just got to get her out of it.You're not going to desert me,\nare you, Jimmy?You WILL help me, won't you, dear?\"Her breath was on\nJimmy's cheek; he could feel her lips stealing closer to his.He had not\nbeen treated to much affection of late.His head drooped lower--he began\nto twiddle the fob on his watch chain.she repeated, and her soft eyelashes just brushed the tip\nof his retrousee nose.Jimmy's head was now wagging from side to side.she entreated a fourth time, and she kissed him full on the\nlips.With a resigned sigh, Jimmy rose mechanically from the heap of crushed\nlaundry and held out his fat chubby hand.\"Give me the letter,\" he groaned.\"Here you are,\" said Zoie, taking Jimmy's acquiescence as a matter of\ncourse; and she thrust the letter into the pocket of Jimmy's ulster.\"Now, when you get back with the baby,\" she continued, \"don't come in\nall of a sudden; just wait outside and whistle.You CAN WHISTLE, can't\nyou?\"For answer, Jimmy placed two fingers between his lips and produced a\nshrill whistle that made both Zoie and Aggie glance nervously toward\nAlfred's bedroom door.\"Yes, you can WHISTLE,\" admitted Zoie, then she continued her", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"If Alfred is not in the room, I'll raise the shade and you\ncan come right up.\"asked Jimmy with a fine shade of sarcasm.\"If he IS in the room,\" explained Zoie, \"you must wait outside until I\ncan get rid of him.\"Jimmy turned his eyes toward Aggie to ask if it were possible that she\nstill approved of Zoie's inhuman plan.For answer Aggie stroked his coat\ncollar fondly.\"We'll give you the signal the moment the coast is clear,\" she said,\nthen she hurriedly buttoned Jimmy's large ulster and wound a muffler\nabout his neck.\"There now, dear, do go, you're all buttoned up,\" and\nwith that she urged him toward the door.\"Just a minute,\" protested Jimmy, as he paused on the threshold.\"Let me\nget this right, if the shade is up, I stay down.\"\"Not at all,\" corrected Aggie and Zoie in a breath.\"If the shade is up,\nyou come up.\"Jimmy cast another martyred look in Zoie's direction.he said, \"you know it is only twenty-three\nbelow zero and I haven't had anything to eat yet--and----\"\n\n\"Yes, we know,\" interrupted the two women in chorus, and then Aggie\nadded wearily, \"go on, Jimmy; don't be funny.\"\"With a baby on my lap and the wash lady's\ndaughter, I won't be funny, oh no!\"It is doubtful whether Jimmy would not have worked himself into another\nstate of open rebellion had not Aggie put an end to his protests by\nthrusting him firmly out of the room and closing the door behind him.After this act of heroic decision on her part, the two women listened\nintently, fearing that he might return; but presently they heard the\nbang of the outer door, and at last they drew a long breath of relief.For the first time since Alfred's arrival, Aggie was preparing to sink\ninto a chair, when she was startled by a sharp exclamation from Zoie.\"Good heavens,\" cried Zoie, \"I forgot to ask Maggie.\"\"Boys or girls,\" said Zoie, with a solemn look toward the door through\nwhich Jimmy had just disappeared.\"Well,\" decided Aggie, after a moment's reflection, \"it's too late now.We shall see you to-morrow, Gabriel?\"\"Yes, I shall be here in the morning.\"The bedroom is east of the bathroom.So I wished them good-night, and presently was out in the open,\nwalking through dark shadows.In solitude I reviewed with amazement the occurrences of the last few\nmoments.It seemed to me that I had been impelled to do what I had\ndone by an occult agency outside myself.Not that I did not approve of\nit.It was in accordance with my intense wish and desire--which had\nlain dormant in the sweet society of Lauretta--to be alone, in order\nthat I might, without interruption, think over the story I had heard\nfrom Doctor Louis's lips.The hallway is west of the bathroom.And now that this wish and desire were\ngratified, the one figure which still rose vividly before me was the\nfigure of Kristel.", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "As I walked onward I followed the hapless man\nmentally in his just pursuit of the brother who had snatched the cup\nof happiness from his lips.Yes, it was just and right, and what he\ndid I would have done under similar circumstances.Of all who had\ntaken part in the tragic drama he, and he alone, commanded my\nsympathy.The distance from Doctor Louis's house to mine was under two miles,\nbut I prolonged it by a _detour_ which brought me, without\npremeditation, to the inn known as the Three Black Crows.I had no\nintention of going there or of entering the inn, and yet, finding\nmyself at the door, I pushed it open, and walked into the room in\nwhich the customers took their wine.This room was furnished with\nrough tables and benches, and I seated myself, and in response to the\nlandlord's inquiry, ordered a bottle of his best, and invited him to\nshare it with me.He, nothing loth, accepted the invitation, and sat\nat the table, emptying his glass, which I continued to fill for him,\nwhile my own remained untasted.I had been inside the Three Black\nCrows on only one occasion, in the company of Doctor Louis, and the\nlandlord now expressed his gratitude for the honour I did him by\npaying him another visit.It was only the sense of his words which\nreached my ears, my attention being almost entirely drawn to two men\nwho were seated at a table at the end of the room, drinking bad wine\nand whispering to each other.Observing my eyes upon them, the\nlandlord said in a low tone, \"Strangers.\"Their backs were towards me, and I could not see their faces, but I\nnoticed that one was humpbacked, and that, to judge from their attire,\nthey were poor peasants.\"I asked them,\" said the landlord, \"whether they wanted a bed, and\nthey answered no, that they were going further.If they had stopped\nhere the night I should have kept watch on them!\"\"I don't like their looks, and my wife's a timorous creature.Then\nthere's the children--you've seen my little ones, I think, sir?\"Surely those men would do them no harm!\"\"Perhaps not, sir; but a man, loving those near to him, thinks of the\npossibilities of things.The garden is west of the office.I've got a bit of money in the house, to pay\nmy rent that's due to-morrow, and one or two other accounts.\"Do you think they have come to Nerac on a robbing expedition?\"Roguery has a plain face, and the signs are in\ntheirs, or my name's not what it is.When they said they were going\nfurther on I asked them where, and they said it was no business of\nmine.They gave me the same answer when I asked them where they came\nfrom.They're up to no good, that's certain, and the sooner they're\nout of the village the better for all of us.\"The bathroom is west of the garden.The more the worthy landlord talked the more settled became his\ninstinctive conviction that the strangers were rogues.\"If", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"Of course there is,\" was his response.He\nhas generally some money about him, and his silver plate would be a\nprize.Are you going back there to-night, sir?\"\"No; I am on my road to my own house, and I came out of the way a\nlittle for the sake of the walk.\"\"That's my profit, sir,\" said the landlord cheerfully.\"I would offer\nto keep you company if it were not that I don't like to leave my\nplace.\"\"There's nothing to fear,\" I said; \"if they molest me I shall be a\nmatch for them.\"\"Still,\" urged the landlord, \"I should leave before they do.It's as\nwell to avoid a difficulty when we have the opportunity.\"I took the hint, and paid my score.To all appearance there was no\nreason for alarm on my part; during the time the landlord and I were\nconversing the strangers had not turned in our direction, and as we\nspoke in low tones they could not have heard what we said.They\nremained in the same position, with their backs towards us, now\ndrinking in silence, now speaking in whispers to each other.Outside the Three Black Crows I walked slowly on, but I had not gone\nfifty yards before I stopped.The garden is west of the hallway.What was in my mind was the reference\nmade by the landlord to Doctor Louis's house and to its being worth\nthe plundering.The doctor's house contained what was dearer to me\nthan life or fortune.Should I leave her at the\nmercy of these scoundrels who might possibly have planned a robbery of\nthe doctor's money and plate?In that case Lauretta would be in\ndanger.I would return to the Three\nBlack Crows, and look through the window of the room in which I had\nleft the men, to ascertain whether they were still there.If they\nwere, I would wait for them till they left the inn, and then would set\na watch upon their movements.If they were gone I would hasten to the\ndoctor's house, to render assistance, should any be needed.I had no\nweapon, with the exception of a small knife; could I not provide\nmyself with something more formidable?A few paces from where I stood\nwere some trees with stout branches.I detached one of these branches,\nand with my small knife fashioned it into a weapon which would serve\nmy purpose.It was about four feet in length, thick at the striking\nend and tapering towards the other, so that it could be held with ease\nand used to good purpose.The office is east of the hallway.I tried it on the air, swinging it round and\nbringing it down with sufficient force to kill a man, or with\ncertainty to knock the senses out of him in one blow.Then I returned\nto the inn, and looked through the window.In the settlement of my\nproceedings I had remembered there was a red blind over the window\nwhich did not entirely cover it, and through the uncovered space I now\nsaw the strangers sitting at the table as I had left them.Taking care to make no noise I stepped away from the window, and took\nup a position from which I could see", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Such occurrences as these are not new in Warrany;\nbecause the idolatry committed there in 1679 will be known to some\nof you.On that occasion the authors were arrested by the Company\nthrough the assistance of the Brahmin Timmersa Nayk, notwithstanding he\nhimself was a heathen, as may be seen from the public acknowledgment\ngranted to him by His Excellency Laurens Pyl, November 7, 1679.I\ntherefore think that the Wannias are at the bottom of all this\nidolatry, not only because they have alliances with the Bellales all\nover the country, but especially because their adherents are to be\nfound in Warrany and also in the whole Province of Patchelepalle,\nwhere half the inhabitants are dependent on them.This was seen at\nthe time the Wannias marched about here in Jaffnapatam in triumph,\nand almost posed as rulers here.The garden is south of the bedroom.We may be assured that they are\nthe greatest devil-worshippers that could be found, for they have\nnever yet admitted a European into their houses, for fear of their\nidolatry being discovered, while for the sake of appearance they\nallow themselves to be married and baptized by our ministers.For instance, it is a well-known fact that Don Philip Nellamapane\napplied to His late Excellency van Mydregt that one of his sons might\nbe admitted into the Seminary, with a view of getting into his good\ngraces; while no sooner had His Excellency left this than the son\nwas recalled under some false pretext.In 1696, when this boy was in\nNegapatam with the Dessave de Bitter, he was caught making offerings\nin the temples, wearing disguise at the time.It could not be expected\nthat such a boy, of no more than ten or twelve years old, should do\nthis if he had not been taught or ordered by his parents to do so\nor had seen them doing the same, especially as he was being taught\nanother religion in the Seminary.I could relate many such instances,\nbut as this is not the place to do so, this may serve as an example\nto put you on your guard.It is only known to God, who searches the\nhearts and minds of men, what the reason is that our religion is not\nmore readily accepted by this nation: whether it is because the time\nfor their conversion has not yet arrived, or whether for any other\nreason, I will leave to the Omniscient Lord.The office is north of the bedroom.You might read what has\nbeen written by His Excellency van Mydregt in his proposal to the\nreverend brethren the clergy and the Consistory here on January 11,\n1690, with regard to the promotion of religion and the building of\na Seminary.I could refer to many other documents bearing on this\nsubject, but I will only quote here the lessons contained in the\nInstructions of the late Commandeur Paviljoen of December 19, 1665,\nwhere he urges that the reverend brethren the clergy must be upheld and\nsupported by the Political Council in the performance of their august\nduties, and", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "On the other hand care must be taken\nthat no infringement of the jurisdiction of the Political Council\ntakes place, and on this subject it would be well for Your Honours\nto read the last letter from Batavia of July 3,1696, with regard to\nthe words Sjuttan Peria Padrie and other such matters concerning the\nPolitical Council as well as the clergy.(36)\n\nWith regard to the Seminary or training school for native children\nfounded in the year 1690 by His late Excellency van Mydregt, as another\nevidence of the anxiety of the Company to propagate the True and Holy\nGospel among this blind nation for the salvation of their souls,\nI will state here chiefly that Your Honours may follow the rules\nand regulations compiled by His Excellency, as also those sent to\nJaffnapatam on the 16th of the same month.Twice a year the pupils\nmust be examined in the presence of the Scholarchen (those of the\nSeminary as well as of the other churches) and of the clergy and the\nrector.In this college the Commandeur is to act as President, but, as\nI am to depart to Mallabaar, this office must be filled by the Dessave,\nin compliance with the orders contained in the letters from Colombo\nof April 4, 1696.The reports of these examinations must be entered\nin the minute book kept by the Scriba, Jan de Crouse.The hallway is north of the office.The kitchen is north of the hallway.These minutes\nmust be signed by the President and the other curators, while Your\nHonours will be able to give further instructions and directions as\nto how they are to be kept.During my absence the examination must be\nheld in the presence of the Dessave, and the Administrateur Michiels\nBiermans and the Thombo-keeper Pieter Bolscho as Scholarchen of the\nSeminary, the Lieutenant Claas Isaacsz and the Onderkoopman Joan Roos\nas Scholarchen of the native churches, the reverend Adrianus Henricus\nde Mey, acting Rector, and three other clergymen.It must be remembered, however, that this is only with regard to\nexaminations and not with regard to the framing of resolutions, which\nso far has been left to the two Scholarchen and the President of the\nSeminary.These, as special curators and directors, have received\nhigher authority from His Excellency the Governor and the Council,\nwith the understanding, however, that they observe the rules given\nby His Excellency and the Council both with regard to the rector and\nthe children, in their letters of April 4 and June 13, 1696, and the\nResolutions framed by the curators of June 27 and October 21, 1695,\nwhich were approved in Colombo.Whereas the school had been so far\nmaintained out of a fund set apart for this purpose, in compliance\nwith the orders of His Excellency, special accounts being kept of\nthe expenditure, it has now pleased the Council of India to decide\nby Resolution of October 4, 1694, that only the cost of erection\nof this magnificent building,", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "5,274, should\nbe paid out of the said fund.This debt having been paid, orders\nwere received in a letter from Their Excellencies of June 3, 1696,\nthat the institution is to be maintained out of the Company's funds,\nspecial accounts of the expenditure being kept and sent yearly, both\nto the Fatherland and to Batavia.At the closing of the accounts\nlast August the accounts of the Seminary as well as the amount due\nto it were transferred to the Company's accounts.17,141, made up as follows:--\n\n\n    Rds.10,341 entered at the Chief Counting-house in Colombo.1,200 cash paid by the Treasurer of the Seminary into the\n                Company's Treasury, December 1, 1696.Also\n\nEUROPEAN LARCH AND CATALPA\n\nand a few of the Extra Early Illinois Potatoes.Address\n\nD. HILL, Nurseryman, Dundee, Ill.I offer a large stock of Walnuts, Butternuts, Ash, and Box Elder Seeds,\nsuitable for planting.I control the entire stock\nof the\n\nSALOME APPLE,\n\na valuable, new, hardy variety.Also a general assortment of Nursery\nstock.Send for catalogue, circular, and price lists.Address\n\nBRYANT'S NURSERY, Princeton, Ill.Yellow and White Dent,\n   Michigan Early Yellow Dent,\n    Chester-White King Phillip,\n     Yellow Yankee, Etc., Etc.Also the Celebrated MURDOCK CORN.L. B. FULLER & CO., 60 State St., Chicago.CUTHBERT RASPBERRY PLANTS!10,000 for sale at Elmland Farm by\n\nL P. WHEELER, Quincy, Ill.Onion sets, 20,000 Asparagus roots, Raspberry and Strawberry\nroots, and Champion Potatoes.SEND EARLY TO A. J. NORRIS, Cedar Falls, Iowa.SEEDS\n\nOur new catalogue, best published.1,500 _varieties_,\n300 _illustrations_.BENSON, MAULE & Co., Philadelphia, Pa.A Descriptive, Illustrated Nursery Catalogue and Guide to the Fruit and\nOrnamental Planter.H. MOON, Morrisville, Bucks Co., Pa.SEED CORN\n\nNORTHERN GROWN, VERY EARLY.Also Flower Vegetable and Field Seeds 44 New\nVarities of Potatoes Order early.N. LANG, Baraboo, Wis.[Illustration of a fruit evaporator]\n\nCULLS AND WINDFALL APPLES\n\nWorth 50 Cents Per Bushel Net.The bathroom is north of the kitchen.SAVE THEM BY THE\n\n\"PLUMMER PATENT PROCESS.\"Illustrated and Descriptive Catalogue and full Particulars mailed free.PLUMMER FRUIT EVAPORATOR CO., No.118 Delaware St., Leavenworth, Kan.The kitchen is north of the office.FERRY'S SEED ANNUAL FOR 1884\n\nWill be mailed FREE to", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "It contains illustrations, prices, descriptions and\ndirections for planting all Vegetable and Flower Seeds, Plants, etc.[Illustration of a cabbage with a face]\n\nJ. B. ROOT & CO.'S\n\nIllustr'd Garden Manual of VEGETABLE and FLOWER SEEDS, ready for all\napplicants.Market Gardeners\n\nSEEDS a Specialty.--> SENT FREE\n\nROCKFORD, ILLINOIS.[Illustration of a ring with hearts]\n\n[Illustration: Magnifies 1,000 times]\n\n50 CARDS\n\nSOUVENIRS OF FRIENDSHIP Beautiful designs, name neatly printed, 10c.11\nPACKS, this Elegant Ring, Microscopic Charm and Fancy Card Case, $1.Get\nten of your friends to send with you, and you will obtain these THREE\nPREMIUMS and your pack FREE.Agent's Album of Samples, 25cts.NORTHFORD CARD CO., Northford, Conn.Early Red Globe, Raised In 1883.JAMES BAKER, Davenport, Iowa.NEW CHOICE VARIETIES OF SEED POTATOES\n\nA Specialty.Send postal, with full address, for prices.The bedroom is north of the kitchen.BEN F. HOOVER, Galesburg, Illinois.FOR SALE\n\nOne Hundred Bushels of Native Yellow Illinois Seed Corn, grown on my\nfarm, gathered early and kept since in a dry room.HUMPHREYS & SON, Sheffield, Ill.Onion Sets\n\nWholesale & Retail\n\nJ. C. VAUGHN, _Seedsman_, 42 LaSalle St., CHICAGO, Ill.MARYLAND FARMS.--Book and Map _free_,\n\nby C. E. SHANAHAN, Attorney, Easton, Md.The kitchen is north of the bathroom.NOW\n\nIs the time to subscribe for THE PRAIRIE FARMER.Price only $2.00 per year\nis worth double the money.Peter Henderson & Co's\n\nCOLLECTION OF SEEDS AND PLANTS\n\nembraces every desirable Novelty of the season, as well as all standard\nkinds.A special feature for 1884 is, that you can for $5.00 select\nSeeds or Plants to that value from their Catalogue, and have included,\nwithout charge, a copy of Peter Henderson's New Book, \"Garden and Farm\nTopics,\" a work of 250 pages, handsomely bound in cloth, and containing a\nsteel portrait of the author.The price of the book alone is $1.50.Catalogue of \"Everything for the Garden,\" giving details, free on\napplication.SEEDSMEN & FLORISTS, 35 & 37 Cortlandt St., New York.DIRECT FROM THE FARM AT THE LOWEST WHOLESALE RATES.SEED CORN that I know will grow; White Beans, Oats, Potatoes, ONIONS,\nCabbage, Mangel Wurzel, Carrots, Turnips, Parsnips, Celery, all of the\nbest quality.--> SEEDS\nFOR", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Let the children send\nfor my Catalogue AND TRY MY SEEDS.They are WARRANTED GOOD or money\nrefunded.Address JOSEPH HARRIS, Moreton Farm, Rochester, N.Y.SEEDS\n\nALBERT DICKINSON,\n\nDealer in Timothy, Clover, Flax, Hungarian, Millet, Red Top, Blue Grass,\nLawn Grass, Orchard Grass, Bird Seeds, &c.\n\nPOP-CORN.Warehouses {115, 117 & 119 KINZIE ST.The kitchen is west of the bathroom.{104, 106, 108 & 110 Michigan St.115 KINZIE ST., CHICAGO, ILL.FAY GRAPES\n\nCurrant HEAD-QUARTERS.SMALL, FRUITS AND TREES.LOW TO DEALERS AND PLANTERS.S. JOSSELYN, Fredonia, N. Y.\n\n\n\n\nRemember _that $2.00 pays for_ THE PRAIRIE FARMER _one year, and the\nsubscriber gets a copy of_ THE PRAIRIE FARMER COUNTY MAP OF THE UNITED\nSTATES, FREE!_This is the most liberal offer ever made by any first-class\nweekly agricultural paper in this country._\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: HOUSEHOLD.]For nothing lovelier can be found\n  In woman than to study _household_ good.--_Milton._\n\n\nHow He Ventilated the Cellar.The effect of foul air upon milk, cream, and butter was often alluded to\nat the Dairymen's meeting at DeKalb.A great bane to the dairyman is\ncarbonic acid gas.In ill ventilated cellars it not only has a pernicious\neffect upon milk and its products, but it often renders the living\napartments unhealthful, and brings disease and death to the family.W. D. Hoard, President of the Northwestern\nDairymen's Association, related the following incident showing how easily\ncellars may be ventilated and rendered fit receptacles for articles of\nfood:\n\n\"In the city of Fort Atkinson, where I do reside, Mr.Clapp, the president\nof the bank told me that for twenty years he had been unable to keep any\nmilk or butter or common food of the family in the cellar.I went and\nlooked at it, and saw gathered on the sleepers above large beads of\nmoisture, and then knew what was the matter.Wilkins is here and will tell you in a few\nmoments how to remedy this difficulty, and make your cellar a clean and\nwholesome apartment of your house.'The bathroom is west of the bedroom.But she used to give what was better, corn\nwithout the crooked plough-share, apples too, and honey found in the\nhollow oak.And no one used with sturdy plough to cleave the soil;\nwith no boundaries [599] did the surveyor mark out the ground.The oars\ndipped down did not skim the upturned waves; then was the shore [601]\nthe limit of the paths of men.Human nature, against thyself hast thou\nbeen so clever; and for thy own destruction too ingenious", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "To what\npurpose surround cities with turreted fortifications?[602] To what\npurpose turn hostile hands to arms?With the earth thou mightst have been content.Why not seek the heavens\n[603] as well, for a third realm?To the heavens, too, dost thou aspire,\nso far as thou mayst.Quirinus, Liber, and Alcides, and Caesar but\nrecently, [604] have their temples.Instead of corn, we dig the solid gold from the earth; the soldier\npossesses riches acquired by blood.To the poor is the Senate-house\n[605] shut; wealth alone confers honours; [606] hence, the judge so\ngrave; hence the knight so proud.Let them possess it all; let the field\nof Mars [607] and the Forum [608] obey them; let these administer peace\nand cruel warfare.Only, in their greediness, let them not tear away my\nmistress; and 'tis enough, so they but allow something to belong to the\npoor.But now-a-days, he that is able to give away plenty, rules it _over a\nwoman_ like a slave, even should she equal the prudish Sabine dames.The\nkeeper is in my way; with regard to me, [609] she dreads her husband.If\nI were to make presents, both of them would entirely disappear from\nthe house.The garden is west of the kitchen.if any God is the avenger of the neglected lover, may he\nchange riches, so ill-gotten, into dust.The office is east of the kitchen._He laments the death of the Poet Tibullus._\n\n|If his mother has lamented Memnon, his mother Achilles, and if sad\ndeaths influence the great Goddesses; plaintive Elegy, unbind thy\nsorrowing tresses; alas!too nearly will thy name be derived from fact!The Poet of thy own inspiration, [610] Tibullus, thy glory, is burning,\na lifeless body, on the erected pile.the son of Venus bears\nboth his quiver inverted, and his bow broken, and his torch without a\nflame; behold how wretched with drooping wings he goes: and how he beats\nhis naked breast with cruel hand.His locks dishevelled about his neck\nreceive his tears, and his mouth resounds with sobs that convulse his\nbody.'Twas thus, beauteous Iulus, they say that thou didst go forth\nfrom thy abode, at the funeral of his brother \u00c6neas.Not less was Venus\nafflicted when Tibullus died, than when the cruel boar [612] tore the\ngroin of the youth.And yet we Poets are called 'hallowed,' and the care of the Deities;\nthere are some, too, who believe that we possess inspiration.[613]\nInexorable Death, forsooth, profanes all that is hallowed; upon all she\nlays her [614] dusky hands.What availed his father, what, his mother,\nfor Ismarian Orpheus [615] What, with his songs to have lulled the\nastounded wild beasts?The same father is", "question": "What is the kitchen east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Add\nthe son of M\u00e6on, [617] too, by whom, as though an everlasting stream,\nthe mouths of the poets are refreshed by the waters of Pi\u00ebria: him, too,\nhas his last day overwhelmed in black Avernus; his verse alone escapes\nthe all-consuming pile.The fame of the Trojan toils, the work of\nthe Poets is lasting, and the slow web woven [618] again through the\nstratagem of the night.So shall Nemesis, so Delia, [619] have a lasting\nname; the one, his recent choice, the other his first love.[620] Of what use are now the'sistra'\nof Egypt?What, lying apart [621] in a forsaken bed?When the cruel\nDestinies snatch away the good, (pardon the confession) I am tempted to\nthink that there are no Deities.Live piously; pious _though you be_,\nyou shall die; attend the sacred worship; _still_ ruthless Death shall\ndrag the worshipper from the temples to the yawning tomb.[622] Put your\ntrust in the excellence of your verse; see!Tibullus lies prostrate; of\nso much, there hardly remains _enough_ for a little urn to receive.And, hallowed Poet, have the flames of the pile consumed thee, and have\nthey not been afraid to feed upon that heart of thine?They could have\nburned the golden temples of the holy Gods, that have dared a crime so\ngreat.She turned away her face, who holds the towers of Eryx; [623]\nthere are some, too, who affirm that she did not withhold her tears.But\nstill, this is better than if the Ph\u00e6acian land [624] had buried him a\nstranger, in an ignoble spot.Here, [625] at least, a mother pressed his\ntearful eyes [626] as he fled, and presented the last gifts [627] to his\nashes; here a sister came to share the grief with her wretched mother,\ntearing her unadorned locks.The bathroom is west of the office.And with thy relatives, both Nemesis and\nthy first love [628] joined their kisses; and they left not the pile in\nsolitude.Delia, as she departed, said, \"More fortunately was I beloved\nby thee; so long as I was thy flame, thou didst live.\"To her said\nNemesis: \"What dost thou say?The garden is west of the bathroom.When\ndying, he grasped me with his failing hand.\"[629]\n\nIf, however, aught of us remains, but name and spirit, Tibullus will\nexist in the Elysian vales.Go to meet him, learned Catullus, [630]\nwith thy Calvus, having thy youthful temples bound with ivy.Thou\ntoo, Gallus, (if the accusation of the injury of thy friend is false)\nprodigal of thy blood [631] and of thy life.Of these, thy shade is the companion; if only there is any shade of the\nbody, polished Tibullus; thou hast sw", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Rest,\nbones, I pray, in quiet, in the untouched urn; and may the earth prove\nnot heavy for thy ashes._He complains to Ceres that during her rites he is separated from his\nmistress._\n\n|The yearly season of the rites of Ceres [632] is come: my mistress\nlies apart on a solitary couch.The hallway is west of the bedroom.Yellow Ceres, having thy floating locks\ncrowned with ears of corn, why dost thou interfere with my pleasures by\nthy rites?Thee, Goddess, nations speak of as bounteous everywhere: and\nno one is less unfavorable to the blessings of mankind.In former times the uncouth peasants did not parch the corn; and the\nthreshing floor was a name unknown on earth.But the oaks, the early\noracles, [633] used to bear acorns; these, and the grass of the shooting\nsod, were the food of men.Ceres was the first to teach the seed to\nswell in the fields, and with the sickle did she cut her coloured locks;\nshe first forced the bulls to place their necks beneath the yoke; and\nshe with crooked tooth turned up the fallow ground.Calhoun, you have been\nplaying the spy again.The bathroom is east of the bedroom.do you hear the tramp of McCook's columns.If I did my duty I would cry, 'Here is a spy,' and what then?\"Calhoun's face grew ashen; then his natural bravery came to his rescue.\"I defy you,\" he exclaimed, his eyes flaming with wrath.\"Hang me if you\nwill, and then in the sight of God behold yourself a murderer worse than\nCain.\"\"Calhoun, once more I say, listen.The information that you have you\nshall not take to Johnston.What I do now\nwould hang me instead of you, if Buell knew.But I trust you with more\nthan life; I trust you with my honor.Give me your sacred word that you\nwill keep away from Corinth until after Buell and Grant have joined\nforces; promise as sacredly that you will not directly or indirectly\ndivulge in any manner to any person the knowledge you have gained, and I\nwill release you.\"Calhoun looked Fred in the face, hesitated, and then slowly answered:\n\"You seem to think I have more honor and will keep an oath better than\nyourself.\"Calhoun,\" he cried, \"you do not, you cannot mean\nit.Promise, for the love of heaven,\npromise!\"\"I will not promise, I will die first,\" replied Calhoun, doggedly.A\nfaint hope was arising in his mind that Fred was only trying to frighten\nhim; that he had only to remain firm, and that, at the worst, Fred would\nonly try to keep him a prisoner.Calhoun's words were to Fred as a sentence of death.He sank on his\nknees, and lifted his hands imploringly.\"Calhoun,\" he moaned, \"see me, see me here at your feet.It is I, not\nyou, who is to be pitied.For the love we bear each other\"--at the word\n\"love", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "See, I spit on you, I despise you, defy\nyou.\"\"Then you must die,\" replied Fred, slowly rising to his feet.\"Fred, you will not give me up to be\nhanged?\"\"No, Calhoun, your dishonor would be my dishonor.I cannot keep my oath,\nand have you hanged as a spy.\"The garden is east of the kitchen.\"I shall shoot you with my own hand.\"\"You do not, cannot mean\nthat?\"\"It is the only way I can keep my oath and still prevent you from\ncarrying the news that would mean destruction to Grant's army.\"How can you keep your oath by\nmurdering me?\"\"Calhoun, I swore to consider your honor as sacred as my own, to value\nyour life as highly as my own, to share with you whatever fate might\ncome.After I put a bullet through your heart, I\nshall put one through my own brain._We both must die._\"\n\nCalhoun's face seemed frozen with horror.He gasped and tried to speak,\nbut no words came.\"Calhoun,\" continued Fred, in a tone that sounded as a voice from one\ndead, \"would that you had promised, for it can do no good not to\npromise.Now, say your prayers, for in a\nmoment we both will be standing before our Maker.\"Fred bowed his head in silent prayer; but Calhoun, with his\nhorror-stricken face, never took his eyes from off his cousin.\"Good-bye, Calhoun,\" said Fred, as he raised his revolver.\"For God's sake, don't shoot!The words seemed to explode\nfrom Calhoun's lips.[Illustration: \"For God's Sake, don't shoot!For a moment Fred stood as motionless as a statue, with the revolver\nraised; then the weapon dropped from his nerveless hand, and with a low\nmoan he plunged forward on his face.So long did he lie in a swoon that Calhoun thought he was dead, and\ncalled to him in the most endearing tones.At last there was a slight\nquivering of the limbs, then he began to moan; finally he sat up and\nlooked around as one dazed.The hallway is west of the kitchen.Seeing Calhoun, he started, passed his hand\nacross his brow as if to collect his thoughts, and said, as if in\nsurprise: \"Why, Calhoun----\" Then it all came back to him in its terror\nand awfulness, and he fell back sick and faint.Rallying, he struggled\nto his feet, tottered to Calhoun, and cut the bonds that bound him.\"It will not do for us to be found here\ntogether.\"The two boys clasped hands for a moment, then each turned and went his\nseparate way.When Fred joined Nelson an hour later the general looked at him sharply,\nand asked: \"What's the matter, Fred?You look ten years\nolder than you did yesterday.\"\"I am not really sick, but I am not feeling well, General,\" replied\nFred; \"and I believe, with your permission, I will take an ambulance for\nthe rest of the day.\"\"Do, Fred, do,\" kindly", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The garden is north of the bathroom.That evening he asked General Nelson when he expected the division would\nreach Savannah.\"By the 5th, if possible, on the 6th anyway,\" answered the general.\"Make it the 5th, General; don't let anything stop you; hurry!Nelson looked after him and muttered: \"I wonder what's the matter with\nthe boy; he hasn't appeared himself to-day; but it may be he will be all\nright in the morning.The office is south of the bathroom.I shall take his advice and hurry, anyway.\"The next day Nelson urged on his men with a fury that caused the air to\nbe blue with oaths.And it was well that he did, or Shiloh would have\nnever been reached in time to aid the gallant soldiers of Grant.Buell saw no need of hurrying.He thought it would be a fine thing to\nconcentrate his whole army at Waynesborough and march into Savannah with\nflying colors, showing Grant what a grand army he had.He telegraphed\nGeneral Halleck for permission to do so, and the request was readily\ngranted.In some manner it became known to the Confederate spies that\nBuell's army was to halt at Waynesborough, and the glad tidings were\nquickly borne to General Johnston, and when that general marched forth\nto battle he had no expectation that he would have to meet any of\nBuell's men.General Buell hurried forward to stop Nelson at Waynesborough, according\nto his plan; but to his chagrin he found that Nelson, in his headlong\nhaste, was already beyond Waynesborough, and so the plan of stopping him\nhad to be given up.When General Nelson's advance was a little beyond Waynesborough, a party\nengaged in the construction of a telegraph line from Savannah to\nNashville was met.\u201cNow tell me this,\u201d he went\non, \u201chave you any idea as to what Mr.Havens refers in his two rather\nmysterious messages?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot the slightest!\u201d was the reply.\u201cI wish we knew where to find Havens at this time,\u201d mused Mellen.\u201cI don\u2019t think it will be possible to reach him until he wires again,\u201d\nBen answered, \u201cbecause, unless I am greatly mistaken, he is somewhere\nbetween New Orleans and this point in his airship, the _Ann_.\u201d\n\n\u201cI gathered as much from his messages to Bixby,\u201d replied Mellen.\u201cYou\nsee,\u201d the manager went on, \u201cI got in touch with Havens to-night through\nthe despatches he sent to Bixby yesterday, I say \u2018yesterday\u2019 because it\nis now \u2018to-morrow\u2019,\u201d he added with a smile.\u201cThen you knew we were here?\u201d asked Ben.\u201cThat is,\u201d he corrected\nhimself, \u201cyou knew Bixby was expecting us?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhen Bixby left you at the hotel,\u201d Mellen laughed, \u201che came direct to", "question": "What is the bathroom north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\u201cI rather like his appearance.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe\u2019s all right!\u201d replied Mellen.\u201cAnd now,\u201d Ben continued, \u201cI\u2019d like to have you remain here a short time\nuntil I can call the other boys and get a general expression of\nopinion.\u201d\n\n\u201cOf course you\u2019ll wait for Mr.Havens?\u201d suggested Mellen.\u201cOf course,\u201d answered Ben.\u201cHowever,\u201d he continued, \u201cI\u2019d like to have\nthe other members of the party talk this matter over with you.To tell\nthe truth, I\u2019m all at sea over this suggestion of trouble.\u201d\n\n\u201cI shall be pleased to meet the other members of your party,\u201d replied\nMellen.\u201cI have already heard something of them through my\ncorrespondence with Mr.Havens.\u201d\n\nBen drew on his clothes and hurried to Glenn\u2019s room.The boy was awake\nand opened the door at the first light knock.Ben merely told him to go\nto the room where Mr.Mellen had been left and passed on to the\napartment which had been taken by Jimmie and Carl.He knocked softly on the door several times but received no answer.Believing that the boys were sound asleep he tried the door, and to his\ngreat surprise found that it was unlocked.As the reader will understand, he found the room unoccupied.The bed had\nnot been disturbed except that some of the upper blankets were missing.He hastened back to his own room, where he found Glenn and Mellen\nengaged in conversation.Both looked very blank when informed of the\ndisappearance of Jimmie and Carl.The bathroom is south of the garden.\u201cWhat do you make of it?\u201d asked Mellen.\u201cI don\u2019t know what to make of it!\u201d replied Glenn.\u201cI think I can explain it!\u201d Ben cried, walking nervously up and down the\nroom.The garden is south of the office.\u201cDon\u2019t you remember, Glenn,\u201d he went on, \u201cthat Jimmie and Carl\nsuggested the advisability of going back to the old camp after moonrise\nand getting the valuable tents, arms and provisions we left there?\u201d\n\n\u201cSure I remember that!\u201d answered Glenn.\u201cBut do you really think they\nhad the nerve to try a scheme like that?\u201d\n\n\u201cI haven\u2019t the least doubt of it!\u201d declared Ben.\u201cIt\u2019s just one of their tricks,\u201d agreed Glenn.\u201cThey must be rather lively young fellows!\u201d suggested Mellen.\u201cThey certainly are!\u201d answered Ben.\u201cAnd now the question is this,\u201d he\ncontinued, \u201cwhat ought we to do?\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m afraid they\u2019ll get into trouble,\u201d Glenn suggested.\u201cIt was a foolhardy thing to do!\u201d Mellen declared.\u201cThe idea of their\ngoing back into the heart of that savage tribe is certainly\npreposterous!I", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\u201cThey may be in need of assistance.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s just my idea!\u201d Ben agreed.\u201cIt seems to me that the suggested course is the correct one to pursue,\u201d\nMellen said.\u201cPerhaps we can get to the field before they leave for the valley,\u201d Ben\ninterposed.\u201cThey spoke of going after the moon came up, and that was\nonly a short time ago.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d said Mellen, \u201cthe quicker we act the more certain we shall be of\nsuccess.You boys get downstairs, if you can, without attracting much\nattention, and I\u2019ll go out and get a carriage.\u201d\n\n\u201cWill you go with us to the field?\u201d asked Ben.\u201cI should be glad to,\u201d was the reply.When the boys reached the corner of the next cross street, in ten\nminutes\u2019 time, they found Mellen waiting for them with a high-power\nautomobile.He was already in the seat with the chauffeur.\u201cI captured a machine belonging to a friend of mine,\u201d he said, with a\nsmile, \u201cand so we shall be able to make quick time.\u201d\n\nAs soon as the party came within sight of the field they saw that\nsomething unusual was taking place there, for people were massing from\ndifferent parts of the plain to a common center, and people standing in\nthe highway, evidently about to seek their homes, turned and ran back.\u201cCan you see the flying machines?\u201d asked Ben.\u201cI can see one of them!\u201d answered Mellen in the front seat.The office is west of the bathroom.\u201cAnd it\nseems to be mounting into the air!\u201d\n\n\u201cI guess the little rascals have got off in spite of us!\u201d declared Ben.\u201cPerhaps we\u2019d better hold up a minute and follow the direction it takes.It may not head for the valley.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt\u2019s heading for the valley, all right!\u201d Glenn exclaimed.\u201cYes, and there\u2019s something going on in the field below,\u201d Mellen\ndeclared.\u201cThere are people running about, evidently in great\nexcitement, and the second machine is being pushed forward.\u201d\n\n\u201cDo you think the little rascals have taken a machine apiece?\u201d demanded\nBen.\u201cThere\u2019s no knowing what they will do!\u201d\n\n\u201cNo, I don\u2019t,\u201d replied Glenn.\u201cThey\u2019d be sure to stick together.\u201d\n\n\u201cThen we\u2019d better hustle up and find who\u2019s taking out the second\nmachine!\u201d exclaimed Ben.The garden is east of the bathroom.\u201cThis does look like trouble, doesn\u2019t it?\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, it may be all right,\u201d smiled Mellen.\u201cThe boys may have taken a\nmachine apiece.\u201d\n\nWhen the party reached the field the second flying machine was some\ndistance away.The driver,", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Once or twice in an\nuncertain current of air the _Bertha_ came near dropping to the ground.In time, however, he gained better control.One of the native policemen secured by Bixby rushed up to the automobile\nas it came to a stop.The hallway is south of the garden.He recognized Mellen in the car and addressed him\nin Spanish, speaking as if laboring under great excitement.The boys listened to the conversation very impatiently, noting with no\nlittle apprehension the look of anxiety growing on the face of the\nmanager as he listened to the story of the policeman.At length Mellen\nturned to the boys and began translating what he had heard.The story told by the policeman was virtually the story told in the last\nchapter, with the exception that it included the departure of Doran and\nanother in pursuit of the _Louise_.Tell your directors that you\nhave seen them safe in my hands, and that no one else has seen them.Tell them that if they will send me their renewed notes, dated from\nto-day, to Sacramento within the next three days, I will return the\nsecurities.But before the coach started he managed to draw\nnear to Cissy.\"You are not returning to Canada City,\" he said.\"Then I suppose I must say 'good-by.'\"\"Popper says you are coming to\nSacramento in three days!\"She returned his glance audaciously,\nsteadfastly.\"You are,\" she said, in her low but distinct voice.WHAT HAPPENED AT THE FONDA\n\n\nPART I\n\n\"Well!\"said the editor of the \"Mountain Clarion,\" looking up\nimpatiently from his copy.The intruder in his sanctum was his foreman.He was also acting as\npressman, as might be seen from his shirt-sleeves spattered with ink,\nrolled up over the arm that had just been working \"the Archimedian lever\nthat moves the world,\" which was the editor's favorite allusion to the\nhand-press that strict economy obliged the \"Clarion\" to use.His braces,\nslipped from his shoulders during his work, were looped negligently\non either side, their functions being replaced by one hand, which\noccasionally hitched up his trousers to a securer position.A pair\nof down-at-heel slippers--dear to the country printer--completed his\nnegligee.But the editor knew that the ink-spattered arm was sinewy and ready,\nthat a stout and loyal heart beat under the soiled shirt, and that the\nslipshod slippers did not prevent its owner's foot from being \"put down\"\nvery firmly on occasion.He accordingly met the shrewd, good-humored\nblue eyes of his faithful henchman with an interrogating smile.The bedroom is north of the garden.\"I won't keep you long,\" said the foreman, glancing at the editor's copy\nwith his habitual half humorous toleration of that work, it being his\ngeneral conviction that news and advertisements were the only valuable\nfeatures of a newspaper; \"I only wanted to talk to you a minute about\nmakin' suthin more o' this yer accident to Colonel Starbottle.\"\"Well", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "about the frequency of\nthese accidents, and called attention to the danger of riding those half\nbroken Spanish mustangs.\"\"Yes, ye did that,\" said the foreman tolerantly; \"but ye see, thar's\nsome folks around here that allow it warn't no accident.There's a heap\nof them believe that no runaway hoss ever mauled the colonel ez HE got\nmauled.\"\"But I heard it from the colonel's own lips,\" said the editor, \"and HE\nsurely ought to know.\"\"He mout know and he moutn't, and if he DID know, he wouldn't tell,\"\nsaid the foreman musingly, rubbing his chin with the cleaner side of his\narm.\"Ye didn't see him when he was picked up, did ye?\"\"Jake Parmlee, ez picked him up outer the ditch, says that he was half\nchoked, and his black silk neck-handkercher was pulled tight around his\nthroat.There was a mark on his nose ez ef some one had tried to gouge\nout his eye, and his left ear was chawed ez ef he'd bin down in a\nreg'lar rough-and-tumble clinch.\"\"He told me his horse bolted, buck-jumped, threw him, and he lost\nconsciousness,\" said the editor positively.\"He had no reason for lying,\nand a man like Starbottle, who carries a Derringer and is a dead shot,\nwould have left his mark on somebody if he'd been attacked.\"\"That's what the boys say is just the reason why he lied.He was TOOK\nSUDDENT, don't ye see,--he'd no show--and don't like to confess it.A man like HIM ain't goin' to advertise that he kin be tackled and left\nsenseless and no one else got hurt by it!The editor was momentarily staggered at this large truth.\"Who would attack Colonel Starbottle\nin that fashion?The bathroom is south of the hallway.He might have been shot on sight by some political\nenemy with whom he had quarreled--but not BEATEN.\"\"S'pose it warn't no political enemy?\"\"That's jest for the press to find out and expose,\" returned the\nforeman, with a significant glance at the editor's desk.\"I reckon\nthat's whar the 'Clarion' ought to come in.\"\"In a matter of this kind,\" said the editor promptly, \"the paper has no\nbusiness to interfere with a man's statement.The colonel has a perfect\nright to his own secret--if there is one, which I very much doubt.But,\"\nhe added, in laughing recognition of the half reproachful, half humorous\ndiscontent on the foreman's face, \"what dreadful theory have YOU and the\nboys got about it--and what do YOU expect to expose?\"\"Well,\" said the foreman very seriously, \"it's jest this: You see, the\ncolonel is mighty sweet on that Spanish woman Ramierez up on the hill\nyonder.It was her mustang he was ridin' when the row happened near her\nhouse.\"The office is south of the bathroom.said the editor, with", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"Well,\"--hesitated the foreman, \"you see, they're a bad lot, those\nGreasers, especially the Ramierez, her husband.\"The editor knew that the foreman was only echoing the provincial\nprejudice against this race, which he himself had always combated.The garden is south of the bathroom.Ramierez kept a fonda or hostelry on a small estate,--the last of many\nleagues formerly owned by the Spanish grantee, his landlord,--and had a\nwife of some small coquetries and redundant charms.Gambling took place\nat the fonda, and it was said the common prejudice against the Mexican\ndid not, however, prevent the American from trying to win his money.\"Then you think Ramierez was jealous of the colonel?But in that case he\nwould have knifed him,--Spanish fashion,--and not without a struggle.\"\"There's more ways they have o' killin' a man than that; he might hev\nbeen dragged off his horse by a lasso and choked,\" said the foreman\ndarkly.The editor had heard of this vaquero method of putting an enemy hors\nde combat; but it was a clumsy performance for the public road, and the\nbrutality of its manner would have justified the colonel in exposing it.The foreman saw the incredulity expressed in his face, and said somewhat\naggressively, \"Of course I know ye don't take no stock in what's said\nagin the Greasers, and that's what the boys know, and what they said,\nand that's the reason why I thought I oughter tell ye, so that ye\nmightn't seem to be always favorin' 'em.\"The editor's face darkened slightly, but he kept his temper and his\ngood humor.Her income, for three\nmonths, about equals my entire fortune.\"\"And live at the rate of pretty near two hundred thousand dollars a\nyear?\"\"I think I could, if I loved the girl.\"\"And suffer in your self-respect forever after?\"If you\nplay _your_ part, you won't lose your self-respect.\"\"It is a trifle difficult to do--to play my part, when all the world is\nsaying, 'he married her for her money,' and shows me scant regard in\nconsequence.\"\"Why the devil need you care what the world says!\"The hallway is north of the bathroom.\"I don't--the world may go hang.But the question is, how long can the\nman retain the woman's esteem, with such a handicap.\"\"It depends entirely on yourself.--If you start with it, you can hold\nit, if you take the trouble to try.\"Croyden laughed, as they entered\nClarendon.\"Just what I should like to know----\"\n\n\"Well, I'll tell you what you are if you don't marry Elaine Cavendish,\"\nMacloud interrupted--\"You're an unmitigated fool!\"\"Assuming that Miss Cavendish would marry me.\"\"You're not likely to marry her, otherwise,\" retorted Macloud, as he\nwent up the stairs.On the landing he halted and looked down at Croyden\nin the hall below.\"And", "question": "What is north of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"How do you know she came down here just for that purpose?\"But all that came back in answer, as Macloud went down the hall and\ninto his room, was the whistled air from a popular opera, then running\nin the Metropolis.\"Ev'ry little movement has a meaning all its own,\n          Ev'ry thought and action----\"\n\nThe door slammed--the music ceased.\"I won't believe it,\" Croyden reflected, \"that Elaine would do anything\nso utterly unconventional as to seek me out deliberately.... I might\nhave had a chance if--Oh, damn it all!why didn't we find the old\npirate's box--it would have clarified the whole situation.\"As he changed into his evening clothes, he went over the matter,\ncarefully, and laid out the line of conduct that he intended to\nfollow.He would that Elaine had stayed away from Hampton.It was putting him\nto too severe a test--to be with her, to be subject to her alluring\nloveliness, and, yet, to be unmoved.It is hard to see the luscious\nfruit within one's reach and to refrain from even touching it.It grew\nharder the more he contemplated it....\n\n\"It's no use fighting against it, here!\"he exclaimed, going into\nMacloud's room, and throwing himself on a chair.\"I'm going to cut the\nwhole thing.\"Macloud inquired, pausing with\nhis waistcoat half on.\"What the devil do you think I'm talking about?\"\"Not being a success at solving riddles, I give it up.\"\"Can you comprehend this:--I'm going to\nleave town?\"\"He is coming to it, at last,\" he thought.What he said was:--\"You're\nnot going to be put to flight by a woman?\"\"I am.--If I stay here I shall lose.\"\"Most people would not call that _losing_,\" said Macloud.\"I have nothing to do with most people--only, with myself.\"\"It seems so!--even Elaine isn't to be considered.\"\"Haven't we gone over all that?\"The office is south of the hallway.\"I don't know--but, if we have, go over it again.\"\"You assume she came down here solely on my account--because I'm\nhere?\"\"I assume nothing,\" Macloud answered, with a quiet chuckle.The bathroom is north of the hallway.\"I said you\nhave a chance, and urged you not to let it slip.I should not have\noffered any suggestion--I admit that----\"\n\n\"Oh, bosh!\"\"Don't be so humble--you're rather\nproud of your interference.\"I'm only sorry it is so unavailing.\"\"You did!--or, at least, I inferred as much.\"\"I'm not responsible for your inferences.\"Nothing!--not even for my resolution--I haven't any--I can't\nmake any that holds.Desire clamors for me to stay--to hasten over to Ashburton--to\nput it to the test.When I get to Ashburton, common sense will be in\ncontrol.When I", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"You need a cock-tail, instead\nof a weather-cock.if we are to dine at the Carringtons' at\nseven, we would better be moving.The bedroom is south of the garden.Having thrown the blue funk, usual to\na man in your position, you'll now settle down to business.\"\"Let future events determine--take it as it comes,\" Macloud urged.\"If I let future events\ndecide for me, the end's already fixed.\"The big clock on the landing was chiming seven when they rang the bell\nat Ashburton and the maid ushered them into the drawing-room.Carrington was out of town, visiting in an adjoining county, and the\nCaptain had not appeared.He came down stairs a moment later, and took\nMacloud and Croyden over to the library.After about a quarter of an hour, he glanced at his watch a trifle\nimpatiently.--Another fifteen minutes, and he glanced at it again.he called, as the maid passed the door.\"Go up to Miss\nDavila's room and tell her it's half-after-seven.\"Then he continued with the story he was relating.Presently, the maid returned; the Captain looked at her,\ninterrogatingly.\"Mis' Davila, she ain' deah, no seh,\" said the girl.\"She is probably in Miss Cavendish's room,--look, there, for her,\" the\nCaptain directed.I looks dyar--she ain' no place up stairs, and neither is\nMis' Cav'dish, seh.Hit's all dark, in dey rooms, seh, all dark.\"\"Half-after-seven, and not here?\"The kitchen is north of the garden.\"They were here, two hours ago,\" said Croyden.\"Find out from the other servants whether they left any word.\"excuse me, sirs, I'll try to locate them.\"If the frame is fired with a lock, the same process is used, except\nthat No.1 primes and cocks, and No.2 fires on receiving the word from\nNo.For ground firing, the upper part of this frame, consisting of the\nchamber and elevating stem, takes off from the legs, and the bottom of\nthe stem being pointed like a picquet post, forms a very firm bouche a\nfe\u00f9 when stuck into the ground; the chamber at point blank being at a\nvery good height for this practice, and capable of traversing in any\ndirection.The exercise, in this case, is, of course, in other respects\nsimilar to that at high angles.[Illustration: _Plate 5_\u00a0\u00a0Fig.\u00a01\u00a0\u00a0Fig.2]\n\n\n\n\nTHE MODE OF USING ROCKETS IN BOMBARDMENT.1, represents the mode of carrying the bombarding frame\nand ammunition by men.The apparatus required is merely a light\nladder, 12 feet in length, having two iron chambers, which are fixed\non in preparing for action at the upper end of the ladder; from which\nchambers the Rockets are discharged, by means of a musket lock; the\nladder being reared to any elevation, by two legs or pry-poles,", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Every thing required for this service may be carried by men;\nor a Flanders-pattern ammunition waggon, with four horses, will convey\n60 rounds of 32-pounder Carcasses, in ten boxes, eight of the boxes\nlying cross-ways on the floor of the waggon, and two length-ways, at\ntop.On these the frame, complete for firing two Rockets at a flight,\nwith spunges, &c. is laid; and the sticks on each side, to complete\nthe stowage of all that is necessary, the whole being covered by the\ntilt.Four men only are required to be attached to each waggon, who are\nnumbered 1, 2, 3, & 4.The frame and ammunition having been brought into the battery, or to\nany other place, concealed either by trees or houses (for from the\nfacility of taking new ground, batteries are not so indispensable as\nwith mortars), the words \u201c_Prepare for bombardment_\u201d are given; on\nwhich the frame is prepared for rearing, Nos.1 and 2 first fixing the\nchambers on the ladder; Nos.3 and 4 attaching the legs to the frame\nas it lies on the ground.The words \u201c_Rear frame_\u201d are then given;\nwhen all assist in raising it, and the proper elevation is given,\naccording to the words \u201c_Elevate to 35\u00b0_\u201d or \u201c_45\u00b0_,\u201d or whatever\nangle the officer may judge necessary, according to the required\nrange, by spreading or closing the legs of the frame, agreeable to\nthe distances marked in degrees on a small measuring tape, which the\nnon-commissioned officer carries, and which is called--the Elevating\nLine.The word \u201c_Point_\u201d is then given: which is done by means of a\nplumb-line, hanging down from the vertex of the triangle, and which at\nthe same time shews whether the frame is upright or not.The bedroom is south of the hallway.1 and 2 place themselves at the foot of the ladder,\nand Nos.3 and 4 return to fix the ammunition in the rear, in readiness\nfor the word \u201c_Load_.\u201d When this is given, No.3 brings a Rocket to the\nfoot of the ladder, having before hand _carefully_ taken off the circle\nthat covered the vent, and handing it to No.1 has ascended the ladder to receive the first\nRocket from No.2, and to place it in the chamber at the top of the\nladder; by the time this is done, No.2 is ready to give him another\nRocket, which in like manner he places in the other chamber: he then\nprimes the locks with a tube and powder, and, cocking the two locks,\nafter every thing else is done, descends from the ladder, and, when\ndown, gives the word \u201c_Ready_;\u201d on which, he and No.The hallway is south of the bathroom.2 each take one of\nthe trigger lines, and retire ten or twelve paces obliquely, waiting\nfor the word \u201c_Fire_\u201d from the officer or non-commissioned officer,", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "1 immediately runs up and\nspunges out the two chambers with a very wet spunge, having for this\npurpose a water bucket suspended at the top of the frame; which being\ndone, he receives a Rocket from No.3 having, in\nthe mean time, brought up a fresh supply; in doing which, however, he\nmust never bring from the rear more than are wanted for each round.In this routine, any number of rounds is tired, until the words\n\u201c_Cease firing_\u201d are given; which, if followed by those, \u201c_Prepare to\nretreat_,\u201d Nos.The hallway is west of the bedroom.3 and 4 run forward to the ladder; and on the words\n_\u201cLower frame_,\u201d they ease it down in the same order in which it was\nraised, take it to pieces, and may thus retire in less than five\nminutes: or if the object of ceasing to fire is merely a change of\nposition to no great distance, the four men may with ease carry the\nframe, without taking it to pieces, the waggon following them with the\nammunition, or the ammunition being borne by men, as circumstances may\nrender expedient._The ammunition_ projected from this frame consists of 32-pounder\nRockets, armed with carcasses of the following sorts and ranges:--\n\n\n1st.--_The small carcass_, containing 8 lbs.of carcass composition,\nbeing 3 lbs.more than the present 10-inch spherical carcass.--Range\n3,000 yards.2nd.--_The medium carcass_, containing 12 lbs.of carcass composition,\nbeing equal to the present 13-inch.--Range 2,500 yards.3rd.--_The large carcass_, containing 18 lbs.of carcass composition,\nbeing 6 lbs.more than the present 13-inch spherical carcass.--Range\n2,000 yards.Or 32-pounder Rockets, armed with bursting cones, made of stout iron,\nfilled with powder, to be exploded by fuzes, and to be used to produce\nthe explosive effects of shells, where such effect is preferred to the\nconflagration of the carcass.These cones contain as follows:--\n\n_Small._--Five lbs.of powder, equal to the bursting powder of a\n10-inch shell.--Range 3,000 yards.of powder, equal to the bursting powder of a\n13-inch shell.--Range 2,500 yards.The kitchen is west of the hallway.I have lately had a successful experiment, with bombarding\nRockets, six inches diameter, and weighing 148 lbs.--and doubt not of\nextending the bombarding powers of the system much further.[Illustration: _Plate 6_\u00a0\u00a0Fig.\u00a01\u00a0\u00a0Fig.2]\n\n\n\n\nTHE MODE OF USING ROCKETS IN BOMBARDMENT, FROM EARTH WORKS, WITHOUT\nAPPARATUS.1, is a perspective view of a Battery, erected expressly\nfor throwing Rockets in bombardment, where the interior <DW72> has the\nangle of projection required, and is equal to the length of the Rocket\nand stick.You know what I mean, don't you?\"I don't blame you--only--", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "No one knows of our being alone there except Tony and\nfather.\"\"I don't think so--not yet.\"\"I wish you hadn't gone on this trip.If the Beldens find out you were alone with Mr.Norcross they'll make\nmuch of it.It will give them a chance at your father.\"\"I don't like to tell\nyou, mother, but he didn't fall, Cliff jumped him and tried to kill\nhim.\"\"I don't know how he found out we were on the\ntrail.I suppose the old lady 'phoned him.Anyhow, while we were camped\nfor noon yesterday\"--her face flamed again at thought of that tender,\nbeautiful moment when they were resting on the grass--\"while we were at\nour lunch he came tearing down the hill on that big bay horse of his and\ntook a flying jump at Wayland.As Wayland went down he struck his head on\na stone.I thought he was dead, and I was paralyzed for a second.Then I\nflew at Cliff and just about choked the life out of him.I'd have ended\nhim right there if he hadn't let go.\"McFarlane, looking upon her daughter in amazement, saw on her face\nthe shadow of the deadly rage which had burned in her heart as she\nclenched young Belden's throat.\"And when he realized what\nhe'd done--_he_ thought Wayland was dead--he began to weaken.Then I took\nmy gun and was all for putting an end to him right there, when I saw\nWayland's eyelids move.After that I didn't care what became of Cliff.I\ntold him to ride on and keep a-ridin', and I reckon he's clear out of the\nstate by this time.If he ever shows up I'll put him where he'll have all\nnight to be sorry in.\"Of course Wayland couldn't ride, he was so dizzy\nand kind o' confused, and so I went into camp right there at timber-line.Along about sunset Nash came riding up from this side, and insisted on\nstaying to help me--so I let him.\"\"Nash is not the kind that\ntattles.\"And this morning I saddled and came down.\"\"Yes, daddy was waiting for him, so I sent him along.\"\"It's all sad business,\" groaned Mrs.McFarlane, \"and I can see you're\nkeeping something back.How did Cliff happen to know just where you were?For the first time Berrie showed signs of weakness and distress.\"Why,\nyou see, Alec Belden and Mr.Moore were over there to look at some\ntimber, and old Marm Belden and that Moore girl went along.I suppose\nthey sent word to Cliff, and I presume that Moore girl put him on our\ntrail.Leastwise that's the way I figure it out.That's the worst of the\nwhole business.\"Belden's\ntongue is hung in the middle and loose at both ends--and that Moore girl\nis spiteful mean.\"The hallway is east of the office.The office is east of the bedroom.She could not keep the contempt out of her voice.", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"She\nsaw us start off, and she is sure to follow it up and find out what\nhappened on the way home; even if they don't see Cliff they'll _talk_.\"\"Oh, I _wish_ you hadn't gone!\"\"It can't be helped now, and it hasn't done me any real harm.It's all in\nthe day's work, anyhow.I've always gone with daddy before, and this trip\nisn't going to spoil me.The boys all know me, and they will treat me\nfair.\"The bedroom is east of the hallway.Norcross is an outsider--a city man.They will all think\nevil of him on that account.\"\"I know; that's what troubles me.No one will know how fine and\nconsiderate he was.Mother, I've never known any one like him.He's taught me to see things I never saw before.Everything\ninterests him--the birds, the clouds, the voices in the fire.I never was\nso happy in my life as I was during those first two days, and that night\nin camp before he began to worry--it was just wonderful.\"Words failed\nher, but her shining face and the forward straining pose of her body\nenlightened the mother.\"I don't care what people say of me if only they\nwill be just to him.They've _got_ to treat him right,\" she added,\nfirmly.\"Did he speak to you--are you engaged?\"\"Not really engaged, mother; but he told me how much he\nliked me--and--it's all right, mother, I _know_ it is.I'm not fine\nenough for him, but I'm going to try to change my ways so he won't be\nashamed of me.\"\"He surely is a fine young fellow, and can\nbe trusted to do the right thing.Well, we might as well go to bed.We\ncan't settle anything till your father gets home,\" she said.Wayland rose next morning free from dizziness and almost free from pain,\nand when he came out of his room his expression was cheerful.\"I feel as\nif I'd slept a week, and I'm hungry.I don't know why I should be, but I\nam.\"McFarlane met him with something very intimate, something almost\nmaternal in her look; but her words were as few and as restrained as\never.He divined that she had been talking with Berrie, and that a fairly\nclear understanding of the situation had been reached.The garden is east of the bedroom.That this\nunderstanding involved him closely he was aware; but nothing in his\nmanner acknowledged it.She did not ask any questions, believing that sooner or later the whole\nstory must come out.Belden knew that\nBerrie had started back on Thursday with young Norcross made it easy for\nthe villagers to discover that she had not reached the ranch till\nSaturday.\"What could Joe have been thinking of to allow them to go?\"Nash's presence in the camp must be made known; but then there\nis Clifford's assault upon Mr.Norcross, can that be kept secret, too?\"And so while the young people chatted, the troubled mother waited in", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "In a landscape like this, as she well knew, nothing moves unobserved.The\nnative--man or woman--is able to perceive and name objects scarcely\ndiscernible to the eye of the alien.A minute speck is discovered on the\nhillside.\"Hello, there's Jim Sanders on his roan,\" says one, or \"Here\ncomes Kit Jenkins with her flea-bit gray.I wonder who's on the bay\nalongside of her,\" remarks another, and each of these observations is\ntaken quite as a matter of course.With a wide and empty field of vision,\nand with trained, unspoiled optic nerves, the plainsman is marvelously\npenetrating of glance.The kitchen is south of the hallway.And even the\nwell-informed in such matters were inclined to look upon the perplexing\ncircumstances to which we have alluded rather as symptoms of a want\nof discipline in a new system of tactics, than as evidences of any\nessential and deeply-rooted disorder.The startling rapidity, however, of the strange incidents of 1834; the\nindignant, soon to become vituperative, secession of a considerable\nsection of the cabinet, some of them esteemed too at that time among\nits most efficient members; the piteous deprecation of 'pressure from\nwithout,' from lips hitherto deemed too stately for entreaty, followed\nby the Trades' Union, thirty thousand strong, parading in procession\nto Downing-street; the Irish negotiations of Lord Hatherton, strange\nblending of complex intrigue and almost infantile ingenuousness; the\nstill inexplicable resignation of Lord Althorp, hurriedly followed by\nhis still more mysterious resumption of power, the only result of his\nprecipitate movements being the fall of Lord Grey himself, attended by\ncircumstances which even a friendly historian could scarcely describe\nas honourable to his party or dignified to himself; latterly, the\nextemporaneous address of King William to the Bishops; the vagrant\nand grotesque apocalypse of the Lord Chancellor; and the fierce\nrecrimination and memorable defiance of the Edinburgh banquet, all these\nimpressive instances of public affairs and public conduct had\ncombined to create a predominant opinion that, whatever might be the\nconsequences, the prolonged continuance of the present party in power\nwas a clear impossibility.It is evident that the suicidal career of what was then styled the\nLiberal party had been occasioned and stimulated by its unnatural excess\nof strength.The garden is north of the hallway.The apoplectic plethora of 1834 was not less fatal than\nthe paralytic tenuity of 1841.It was not feasible to gratify so many\nambitions, or to satisfy so many expectations.Every man had his double;\nthe heels of every placeman were dogged by friendly rivals ready to trip\nthem up.There were even two cabinets; the one that met in council, and\nthe one that met in cabal.The consequence of destroying the legitimate\nOpposition of the country was, that a moiety of the supporters of\nGovernment had to discharge the duties of Opposition.Herein, then, we detect the real cause of all that irregular and\nunsettled carriage of public men which so perplexed the nation after the\npass", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "No government can be long secure without a\nformidable Opposition.It reduces their supporters to that tractable\nnumber which can be managed by the joint influences of fruition and of\nhope.It offers vengeance to the discontented, and distinction to the\nambitious; and employs the energies of aspiring spirits, who otherwise\nmay prove traitors in a division or assassins in a debate.The general election of 1832 abrogated the Parliamentary Opposition of\nEngland, which had practically existed for more than a century and\na half.And what a series of equivocal transactions and mortifying\nadventures did the withdrawal of this salutary restraint entail on the\nparty which then so loudly congratulated themselves and the country that\nthey were at length relieved from its odious repression!In the hurry of\nexistence one is apt too generally to pass over the political history\nof the times in which we ourselves live.The two years that followed the\nReform of the House of Commons are full of instruction, on which a young\nman would do well to ponder.The bedroom is west of the garden.It is hardly possible that he could rise\nfrom the study of these annals without a confirmed disgust for political\nintrigue; a dazzling practice, apt at first to fascinate youth, for it\nappeals at once to our invention and our courage, but one which really\nshould only be the resource of the second-rate.Great minds must trust\nto great truths and great talents for their rise, and nothing else.While, however, as the autumn of 1834 advanced, the people of this\ncountry became gradually sensible of the necessity of some change in the\ncouncils of their Sovereign, no man felt capable of predicting by what\nmeans it was to be accomplished, or from what quarry the new materials\nwere to be extracted.The Tory party, according to those perverted views\nof Toryism unhappily too long prevalent in this country, was held to\nbe literally defunct, except by a few old battered crones of office,\ncrouched round the embers of faction which they were fanning, and\nmuttering'reaction' in mystic whispers.It cannot be supposed indeed\nfor a moment, that the distinguished personage who had led that party in\nthe House of Commons previously to the passing of the act of 1832, ever\ndespaired in consequence of his own career.The bathroom is east of the garden.His then time of life, the\nperfection, almost the prime, of manhood; his parliamentary practice,\ndoubly estimable in an inexperienced assembly; his political knowledge;\nhis fair character and reputable position; his talents and tone as a\npublic speaker, which he had always aimed to adapt to the habits and\nculture of that middle class from which it was concluded the benches of\nthe new Parliament were mainly to be recruited, all these were qualities\nthe possession of which must have assured a mind not apt to be disturbed\nin its calculations by any intemperate heats, that with time and\npatience the game was yet for him.Unquestionably, whatever may have been insinuated, this distinguished\nperson had no inkling that his services in 1834 might be claimed by\nhis Sovereign.At the close of the session of that year he had quitted\nEngland with his family, and had arrived", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The party charges that have imputed to him\na previous and sinister knowledge of the intentions of the Court, appear\nto have been made not only in ignorance of the personal character, but\nof the real position, of the future minister.It had been the misfortune of this eminent gentleman when he first\nentered public life, to become identified with a political connection\nwhich, having arrogated to itself the name of an illustrious historical\nparty, pursued a policy which was either founded on no principle\nwhatever, or on principles exactly contrary to those which had always\nguided the conduct of the great Tory leaders.The chief members of this\nofficial confederacy were men distinguished by none of the conspicuous\nqualities of statesmen.They had none of the divine gifts that govern\nsenates and guide councils.They were not orators; they were not men of\ndeep thought or happy resource, or of penetrative and sagacious minds.Their political ken was essentially dull and contracted.The one I shall\ndescribe was built not far from half a century ago, and the lapsing years\nhave only made it more homelike.It has long ceased to be a new object--an\ninnovation--and has become a part of the landscape, like the trees\nthat have grown up around it.Originally painted brown, with the flight\nof time it has taken a grayish tinge, as if in sympathy with its venerable\nproprietor.It stands back from the roadway, and in summer has an air of\nmodest seclusion.Elms, maples, and shrubbery give to the passer-by but\nchance glimpses of the wide veranda, which is indicated, rather than\nrevealed, beyond the thickly clustering vines.It is now late December, and in contrast with its leafy retirement the\nold homestead stands out with a sharp distinctness in the white landscape;\nand yet its sober hue harmonizes with the dark boles of the trees, and\nsuggests that, like them, it is a natural growth of the soil, and quite\nas capable of clothing itself with foliage in the coming spring.This in\na sense will be true when the greenery and blossoms of the wistaria,\nhoneysuckle, and grape-vines appear, for their fibres and tendrils have\nclung to the old house so long that they may well be deemed an inseparable\npart of it.Even now it seems that the warmth, light, and comfort within\nare the sustaining influences which will carry them through, the coming\ndays of frost and storm.The garden is south of the bedroom.A tall pine-tree towers above the northern gable\nof the dwelling, and it is ever sighing and moaning to itself, as if it\npossessed some unhappy family secret which it can neither reveal nor\nforget.On the hither side of its shade a carriage-drive curves toward an\nancient horse-block, with many a lichen growing on the under side of the\nweather-beaten planks and supports.From this platform, where guests have\nbeen alighting for a generation or more, the drive passes to an\nold-fashioned carriage-house, in which are the great family sleigh and a\nlight and gayly painted cutter,The hallway is south of the garden.", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "A\nquaint corn-crib is near, its mossy posts capped with inverted tin pans\nmuch corroded by rust.These prevent prowling rats and mice from climbing\nup among the golden treasures.Still further beyond are the gray old barn\nand stables, facing the south.Near their doors on the sunny side of the\nample yard stand half a dozen ruminating cows, with possibly, between\ntheir wide-branching horns, a dim consciousness of the fields, now so\nwhite and cold, from which were cropped, in the long-past summer, far\njuicier morsels than now fall to their lot.Even into their sheltered\nnook the sun, far down in the south, throws but cold and watery gleams\nfrom a steel- sky, and as the northern blast eddies around the\nsheltering buildings the poor creatures shiver, and when their morning\nairing is over are glad to return to their warm, straw-littered stalls.Even the gallant and champion cock of the yard is chilled.With one foot\ndrawn up into his fluffy feathers he stands motionless in the midst of\nhis disconsolate harem with his eye fixed vacantly on the forbidding\noutlook.His dames appear neither to miss nor to invite his attentions,\nand their eyes, usually so bright and alert, often film in weary\ndiscontent.Nature, however, is oblivious to all the dumb protests of the\nbarnyard, and the cold steadily strengthens.Away on every side stretch the angular fields, outlined by fences that\nare often but white, continuous mounds, and also marked by trees and\nshrubs that, in their earlier life, ran the gantlet of the bush-hook.Here and there the stones of the higher and more abrupt walls crop out,\nwhile the board and rail fences appear strangely dwarfed by the snow that\nhas fallen and drifted around them.The groves and wood-crowned hills\nstill further away look as drearily uninviting as roofless dwellings with\nicy hearthstones and smokeless chimneys.Towering above all, on the\nright, is Storm King mountain, its granite rocks and precipices showing\ndarkly here and there, as if its huge white mantle were old and ragged\nindeed.One might well shiver at the lonely, desolate wastes lying beyond\nit, grim hills and early-shadowed valleys, where the half-starved fox\nprowls, and watches for unwary rabbits venturing from their coverts to\nnibble the frozen twigs.The river, which above the Highlands broadens\nout into Newburgh Bay, has become a snowy plain, devoid, on this bitter\nday, of every sign of life.The Beacon hills, on the further side, frown\nforbiddingly through the intervening northern gale, sweeping southward\ninto the mountain gorge.On a day like this the most ardent lover of Nature could scarcely fail to\nshrink from her cold, pallid face and colder breath.Our return to the\nhome, whose ruddy firelight is seen through the frosted window-panes,\nwill be all the more welcome because we have been shivering so long\nwithout.The kitchen is east of the office.The garden is west of the office.The", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "We propose to make a long visit at this old-fashioned homestead.The bathroom is east of the bedroom.We shall\nbecome the close friends of its inmates, and share in their family life;\nthey will introduce us to some of their neighbors, and take us on many\nbreezy drives and pleasant excursions, with which it is their custom to\nrelieve their busy life; we shall take part in their rural labors, and\nlearn from them the secret of obtaining from nature that which nourishes\nboth soul and body; they will admit us to their confidence, and give us\nglimpses of that mystery of mysteries, the human heart; and we shall\nlearn how the ceaseless story of life, with its hopes and fears, its joys\nand sorrows, repeats itself in the quiet seclusion of a country home as\ntruly as in the turmoil of the city.Nor would our visit be complete did\nwe not witness among the ripened fruits of conjugal affection the bud and\nblossom of that immortal flower which first opened in Eden, and which\never springs unbidden from the heart when the conditions that give it\nlife and sustenance are present.The hallway of this central scene of our story is wide, and extends to a\nsmall piazza in the rear.The hallway is east of the bathroom.The front half of this family thoroughfare,\npartitioned off by sliding-doors, can thus be made into a roomy apartment.), but that three should have done so was\nwell-nigh incredible.But could even the most superior of upper servants\npossess that air of breeding which was one of the girl's most noticeable\nattributes.It was, of course, within the bounds of possibility that\nthis maid was well-born and simply forced by poverty into a menial\nposition.One thing was certain--if his _protegee_ was Priscilla\nPrentice, then this girl, in spite of her humble occupation, was a lady,\nand consequently more than ever in need of his protection and respect.Well, assuming that it was Prentice he had rescued, what part had she\nplayed in the tragedy?She must have been\npresent at the murder, but even in that case, why did she not realise\nthat Lady Wilmersley's unbalanced condition would prevent suspicion from\nfalling on any one else?Cyril sat weighing the _pros and cons_ of one theory after another,\ncompletely oblivious of his housekeeper's presence.Douglas, entering, discreetly interrupted his cogitations:\n\n\"The inquest is about to begin, my lord.\"CHAPTER VII\n\nTHE INQUEST\n\n\nOn entering the hall Cyril found that a seat on the right hand of the\ncoroner had been reserved for him, but he chose a secluded corner from\nwhich he could watch the proceedings unobserved.Tinker sat a tall, imposing-looking man, who, on\ninquiry, proved to be Inspector Griggs.The first part of the inquest developed nothing new.It was only when\nMustapha stepped forward that Cyril's interest revived and he forgot the\nproblem of his _protegee's_ identity.The Turk, with the exception of a red fez, was dressed as a European,\nbut his swarthy skin,", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Cyril tried in vain to form some estimate of the man's character, to\nprobe the depths of those fathomless eyes, but ignorant as he was of the\nOriental, he found it impossible to differentiate between Mustapha's\nracial and individual characteristics.That he was full of infinite\npossibilities was evident--even his calmness was suggestive of potential\npassion.A man to be watched, decided Cyril.Mustapha gave his testimony in a low, clear voice, and although he spoke\nwith a strong foreign accent, his English was purer than that of his\nfellow servants.That he had nothing to do with the murder seemed from the first\nconclusively proved.Several of the servants had seen him enter his\nroom, which adjoined that of the butler, at about half-past nine--that\nis to say, an hour and a half before Lord Wilmersley's death could, in\nthe doctor's opinion, have taken place--and Douglas on cross--reiterated\nhis conviction that Mustapha could not have left his room without his\nhaving heard him do so, as he, Douglas, was a very light sleeper.In answer to questions from the coroner, Mustapha told how he had\nentered the late Lord Wilmersley's service some fifteen years\npreviously, at which time his master owned a house on the outskirts of\nConstantinople.As he dressed as a Mussulman and consorted entirely with\nthe natives, Mustapha did not know that he was a foreigner till his\nmaster informed him of the fact just before leaving Turkey.When questioned as to Lady Wilmersley, he was rather non-committal.No,\nhe had never believed her to be dangerous.--Had she seemed happy?No,\nshe cried often.--Did his lordship ever ill-treat her?His lordship was very patient with her tears.--Did he know how she\ncould have obtained a pistol?Yes, there was one concealed on his\nmaster's desk.He had discovered that it was missing.--How could a\npistol lie concealed _on_ a desk?It was hidden inside an ancient steel\ngauntlet, ostensibly used as a paperweight.The office is east of the kitchen.Mustapha had found it one\nday quite accidentally.--Did he tell his lordship of his discovery?His master was always afraid of being spied upon.--Why?He did not\nknow.--Did Mustapha know of any enemy of his lordship who was likely to\nhave sought such a revenge?His master's enemies were not in\nEngland.--Then his lordship had enemies?The bathroom is east of the office.As all men have, so had\nhe.--But he had no special enemy?An enemy is an enemy, but his master's\nenemies were not near.--How could he be so sure of that?From his, Mustapha's friends.--Did his\nlordship fear his enemies would follow him to England?At first,\nperhaps, but not lately.--If his lordship's enemies had found him, would\nthey have been likely to kill him?The heart of man is\nvery evil.--But he knew no one who could have done this thing?No\none.--Did he believe his mistress had done it?Mustapha", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"Do you believe her ladyship killed your master--Yes or No?\"The garden is east of the office.\"It is not for me to say,\" replied Mustapha with unruffled dignity.The bedroom is west of the office.The coroner, feeling himself rebuked, dismissed the man with a hurried\n\"That will do.\"She was a tall, thin woman between fifty and sixty.Her black hair,\nfreely sprinkled with silver, was drawn into a tight knot at the back of\nher small head.Her pale, haggard face, with its finely-chiselled nose,\nthin-lipped mouth, and slightly-retreating chin, was almost beautified\nby her large, sunken eyes, which still glowed with extraordinary\nbrilliancy.Her black dress was austere in its simplicity and she wore\nno ornament except a small gold cross suspended on her bosom.She held her hands tightly clasped in\nfront of her, and her lips twitched from time to time.She spoke so low\nthat Cyril had to lean forward to catch her answers, but her English was\nperfectly fluent.It was chiefly her accent and intonation which\nbetrayed her foreign birth.\"You lived here in the time of the late Lady Wilmersley, did you not?\"\"When did you leave here, and why?\"\"I left when her ladyship died.\"\"How did you happen to enter the present Lady Wilmersley's service?\"\"Lord Wilmersley sent for me when he was on his wedding journey.\"\"Had you seen him after you left Geralton?\"\"Do you know whether his lordship had any enemies?\"\"Those that he had are either dead or have forgiven,\" Valdriguez\nanswered, and as she did so, she fingered the cross on her breast.\"So that you can think of no one likely to have resorted to such a\nterrible revenge?\"Rigby was not a man who ever confessed himself at fault.He caught\nup something of the subject as our young friend proceeded, and was\nperfectly prepared, long before he had finished, to take the whole\nconversation into his own hands.Rigby began by ascribing everything to the Reform Bill, and then\nreferred to several of his own speeches on Schedule A. Then he told\nConingsby that want of religious Faith was solely occasioned by want of\nchurches; and want of Loyalty, by George IV.having shut himself up too\nmuch at the cottage in Windsor Park, entirely against the advice of Mr.He assured Coningsby that the Church Commission was operating\nwonders, and that with private benevolence, he had himself subscribed\n1,000_l._, for Lord Monmouth, we should soon have churches enough.They would have been built on the model of the\nBudhist pagoda.As for Loyalty, if the present King went regularly to\nAscot races, he had no doubt all would go right.Rigby\nimpressed on Coningsby to read the Quarterly Review with great\nattention; and to make himself master of Mr.Wordy's History of the late\nWar, in twenty volumes, a capital work, which proves that Providence was\non the side of the Tories.Rigby again; but worked", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "He tried occasionally his inferences on his\ncompanions, who were intelligent and full of fervour.He was of a thoughtful mood; had also caught up from a new\nschool some principles, which were materials for discussion.One way or\nother, however, before he quitted Eton there prevailed among this circle\nof friends, the initial idea doubtless emanating from Coningsby, an\nearnest, though a rather vague, conviction that the present state of\nfeeling in matters both civil and religious was not healthy; that there\nmust be substituted for this latitudinarianism something sound and deep,\nfervent and well defined, and that the priests of this new faith must be\nfound among the New Generation; so that when the bright-minded rider\nof 'the Daughter of the Star' descanted on the influence of individual\ncharacter, of great thoughts and heroic actions, and the divine power of\nyouth and genius, he touched a string that was the very heart-chord of\nhis companion, who listened with fascinated enthusiasm as he introduced\nhim to his gallery of inspiring models.Coningsby arrived at Beaumanoir at a season when men can neither hunt\nnor shoot.Great internal resources should be found in a country family\nunder such circumstances.The Duke and Duchess had returned from London\nonly a few days with their daughter, who had been presented this year.They were all glad to find themselves again in the country, which they\nloved and which loved them.One of their sons-in-law and his wife, and\nHenry Sydney, completed the party.There are few conjunctures in life of a more startling interest, than to\nmeet the pretty little girl that we have gambolled with in our boyhood,\nand to find her changed in the lapse of a very few years, which in some\ninstances may not have brought a corresponding alteration in our own\nappearance, into a beautiful woman.The hallway is west of the office.Something of this flitted over\nConingsby's mind, as he bowed, a little agitated from his surprise, to\nLady Theresa Sydney.All that he remembered had prepared him for beauty;\nbut not for the degree or character of beauty that he met.The garden is west of the hallway.It was a\nrich, sweet face, with blue eyes and dark lashes, and a nose that we\nhave no epithet in English to describe, but which charmed in Roxalana.Her brown hair fell over her white and well turned shoulders in long and\nluxuriant tresses.One has met something as brilliant and dainty in a\nmedallion of old Sevres, or amid the terraces and gardens of Watteau.Perhaps Lady Theresa, too, might have welcomed him with more freedom\nhad his appearance also more accorded with the image which he had left\nbehind.Coningsby was a boy then, as we described him in our first\nchapter.Though only nineteen now, he had attained his full stature,\nwhich was above the middle height, and time had fulfilled that promise\nof symmetry in his figure, and grace in his mien, then so largely\nintimated.Time, too, which had not yet robbed his countenance of any\nof its physical beauty, had strongly developed the intellectual charm\nby which it had ever been", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "As he bowed lowly before the\nDuchess and her daughter, it would have been difficult to imagine a\nyouth of a mien more prepossessing and a manner more finished.A manner that was spontaneous; nature's pure gift, the reflex of his\nfeeling.No artifice prompted that profound and polished homage.Not one\nof those influences, the aggregate of whose sway produces, as they tell\nus, the finished gentleman, had ever exercised its beneficent power on\nour orphan, and not rarely forlorn, Coningsby.The kitchen is south of the garden.The kitchen is north of the bedroom.No clever and refined\nwoman, with her quick perception, and nice criticism that never offends\nour self-love, had ever given him that education that is more precious\nthan Universities.The mild suggestions of a sister, the gentle raillery\nof some laughing cousin, are also advantages not always appreciated at\nthe time, but which boys, when they have become men, often think over\nwith gratitude, and a little remorse at the ungracious spirit in\nwhich they were received.Not even the dancing-master had afforded his\nmechanical aid to Coningsby, who, like all Eton boys of his generation,\nviewed that professor of accomplishments with frank repugnance.But even\nin the boisterous life of school, Coningsby, though his style was free\nand flowing, was always well-bred.His spirit recoiled from that gross\nfamiliarity that is the characteristic of modern manners, and which\nwould destroy all forms and ceremonies merely because they curb and\ncontrol their own coarse convenience and ill-disguised selfishness.To\nwomen, however, Coningsby instinctively bowed, as to beings set apart\nfor reverence and delicate treatment.Little as his experience was\nof them, his spirit had been fed with chivalrous fancies, and he\nentertained for them all the ideal devotion of a Surrey or a Sydney.Instructed, if not learned, as books and thought had already made him in\nmen, he could not conceive that there were any other women in the world\nthan fair Geraldines and Countesses of Pembroke.There was not a country-house in England that had so completely the air\nof habitual residence as Beaumanoir.It is a charming trait, and\nvery rare.They were both silent, and walked on without looking at each other;\nbut soon Eli stopped.\"One of my shoe-strings has come down.\"Margit waited a long while till at last the string was tied.\"He has such queer ways,\" she began again; \"he got cowed while he was\na child, and so he has got into the way of thinking over everything\nby himself, and those sort of folks haven't courage to come forward.\"Now Eli must indeed go back, but Margit said that\nKampen was only half a mile off; indeed, not so far, and that Eli\nmust see it, as too she was so near.But Eli thought it would be late\nthat day.\"There'll be sure to be somebody to bring you home.\"\"No, no,\" Eli answered quickly, and would go back.\"Arne's not at home, it's true,\" said Margit; \"but there's sure", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"If only I shall not be too late,\" she said.\"Yes, if we stand here much longer talking about it, it may be too\nlate, I dare say.\"\"Being brought up at the\nClergyman's, you've read a great deal, I dare say?\"The kitchen is west of the bathroom.\"It'll be of good use when you have a husband who knows less.\"No; that, Eli thought she would never have.\"Well, no; p'r'aps, after all, it isn't the best thing; but still\nfolks about here haven't much learning.\"Eli asked if it was Kampen, she could see straight before her.\"No; that's Gransetren, the next place to the wood; when we come\nfarther up you'll see Kampen.It's a pleasant place to live at, is\nKampen, you may be sure; it seems a little out of the way, it's true;\nbut that doesn't matter much, after all.\"Eli asked what made the smoke that rose from the wood.\"It comes from a houseman's cottage, belonging to Kampen: a man named\nOpplands-Knut lives there.He went about lonely till Arne gave him\nthat piece of land to clear.he knows what it is to be\nlonely.\"Soon they came far enough to see Kampen.The kitchen is east of the garden.\"Yes, it is,\" said the mother; and she, too, stood still.The sun\nshone full in their faces, and they shaded their eyes as they looked\ndown over the plain.In the middle of it stood the red-painted house\nwith its white window-frames; rich green cornfields lay between the\npale new-mown meadows, where some of the hay was already set in\nstacks; near the cow-house, all was life and stir; the cows, sheep\nand goats were coming home; their bells tinkled, the dogs barked, and\nthe milkmaids called; while high above all, rose the grand tune of\nthe waterfall from the ravine.The farther Eli went, the more this\nfilled her ears, till at last it seemed quite awful to her; it\nwhizzed and roared through her head, her heart throbbed violently,\nand she became bewildered and dizzy, and then felt so subdued that\nshe unconsciously began to walk with such small timid steps that\nMargit begged her to come on a little faster.\"I never\nheard anything like that fall,\" she said; \"I'm quite frightened.\"\"You'll soon get used to it; and at last you'll even miss it.\"\"Come, now, we'll first look at the cattle,\" she said, turning\ndownwards from the road, into the path.\"Those trees on each side,\nNils planted; he wanted to have everything nice, did Nils; and so\ndoes Arne; look, there's the garden he has laid out.\"exclaimed Eli, going quickly towards the garden\nfence.\"We'll look at that by-and-by,\" said Margit; \"now we must go over to\nlook at the creatures before they're locked in--\" But Eli did not\nhear,", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The hallway is south of the bedroom.She stood looking\nat it till Margit called her once more; as she came along, she gave a\nfurtive glance through the windows; but she could see no one inside.They both went upon the barn steps and looked down at the cows, as\nthey passed lowing into the cattle-house.Margit named them one by\none to Eli, and told her how much milk each gave, and which would\ncalve in the summer, and which would not.The sheep were counted and\npenned in; they were of a large foreign breed, raised from two lambs\nwhich Arne had got from the South.\"He aims at all such things,\" said\nMargit, \"though one wouldn't think it of him.\"Then they went into\nthe barn, and looked at some hay which had been brought in, and Eli\nhad to smell it; \"for such hay isn't to be found everywhere,\" Margit\nsaid.She pointed from the barn-hatch to the fields, and told what\nkind of seed was sown on them, and how much of each kind.\"No less\nthan three fields are new-cleared, and now, this first year, they're\nset with potatoes, just for the sake of the ground; over there, too,\nthe land's new-cleared, but I suppose that soil's different, for\nthere he has sown barley; but then he has strewed burnt turf over it\nfor manure, for he attends to all such things.Well, she that comes\nhere will find things in good order, I'm sure.\"Now they went out\ntowards the dwelling-house; and Eli, who had answered nothing to all\nthat Margit had told her about other things, when they passed the\ngarden asked if she might go into it; and when she got leave to go,\nshe begged to pick a flower or two.The bedroom is south of the bathroom.Away in one corner was a little\ngarden-seat; she went over and sat down upon it--perhaps only to try\nit, for she rose directly.\"Now we must make haste, else we shall be too late,\" said Margit, as\nshe stood at the house-door.Margit asked if Eli\nwould not take some refreshment, as this was the first time she had\nbeen at Kampen; but Eli turned red and quickly refused.Then they\nlooked round the room, which was the one Arne and the mother\ngenerally used in the day-time; it was not very large, but cosy and\npleasant, with windows looking out on the road.There were a clock\nand a stove; and on the wall hung Nils' fiddle, old and dark, but\nwith new strings; beside it hung some guns belonging to Arne, English\nfishing-tackle and other rare things, which the mother took down and\nshowed to Eli, who looked at them and touched them.The room was\nwithout painting, for this Arne did not like; neither was there any\nin the large pretty room which looked towards the ravine, with the\ngreen mountains on the other side, and the blue peaks in the\nbackground.But the two smaller rooms in the wing were both painted", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"Judging from your recital, Mr.Ashley, there must be wonderful curative\nproperties about this medicine?\"\"Indeed, there is, sir, for no man suffered more nor longer than did I\nbefore this remedy gave me relief.\"\"To go back to the original subject, Mr.Ashley, I suppose you see the\nsame familiar faces about the lobby session after session?\"\"No, not so much so as you might think.New faces are constantly seen and\nold ones disappear.The strain upon lobbyists is necessarily very great,\nand when you add to this the demoralizing effect of late hours and\nintemperate habits and the fact that they are after found out in their\nsteals, their disappearance can easily be accounted for.\"\"What proportion of these blood-bills are successful?\"Notwithstanding the power and influence of\nthe lobby, but few of these vicious measures pass.Were they successful it\nwould be a sad commentary upon our system of government, and would\nvirtually annihilate one branch of it.The great majority of them are\neither reported adversely or smothered in committee by the watchfulness\nand loyalty of our congressmen.\"J. 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Simms of New York, and hundreds of\nothers.MAGNETIC ELASTIC TRUSS COMPANY., 134 MADISON ST., CHICAGO, ILL.Send six cents for postage, and receive free, a costly box of\ngoods which will help all, of either sex, to more money right away than\nanything else in this world.At once address\n\nTRUE & CO., Augusta, Maine.$1000 Every 100 Days\n\nPositively sure to Agents everywhere selling our New SILVER MOULD WHITE\nWIRE CLOTHES-LINE.Farmers make $900 to $1200\nduring Winter._Handsome samples free._\n\nAddress, GIRARD WIRE MILLS, Philadelphia, Pa.THE PRAIRIE FARMER _is printed and published by The Prairie Farmer\nPublishing Company, every Saturday, at No.150 Monroe Street._\n\n_Subscription, $2.00 per year, in advance, postage prepaid._\n\n_Subscribers wishing their addresses changed should give their old at well\nas new addresses._\n\n_Advertising, 25 cents per line on inside pages; 30 cents per line on last\npage--agate measure; 14 lines to the inch.No less charge than $2.00._\n\n_All Communications, Remittances, &c, should be addressed to_ THE PRAIRIE\nFARMER PUBLISHING COMPANY, _Chicago.The kitchen is south of the garden.Ill._\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: THE PRAIRIE FARMER]\n\n\nEntered at the Chicago Post Office as Second-Class Matter.CHICAGO, MARCH 22, 1884.WHEN SUBSCRIPTIONS EXPIRE.We have several calls for an explanation of the figures following the\nname of subscribers as printed upon this paper each week.The first two\nfigures indicate the volume, and the last figure or figures the number of\nthe last paper of that volume for which the subscriber has paid: EXAMPLE:\nJohn Smith, 56-26.The bedroom is south of the kitchen.John has paid for THE PRAIRIE FARMER to the first of\nJuly of the present year, volume 56.Any subscriber can at once tell when\nhis subscription expires by referring to volume and number as given on\nfirst page of the paper.Remember that every yearly subscriber, either new or renewing, sending us\n$2, receives a splendid new map of the United States and Canada--58x41\ninches--FREE.Or, if preferred, one of the books offered in another\ncolumn.It is not necessary to wait until a subscription expires before\nrenewing.[Transcriber's Note: Original location of Table of Contents.]The next fair of the Jefferson County, Wisconsin, Agricultural Society\nwill be held the second week in September.*     *     *     *     *\n\nThe", "question": "What is the kitchen north of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "This has been one of the most remarkable potatoes known\nin the history of this esculent.*     *     *     *     *\n\nA Gentleman residing at Milk's Grove, Iroquois county, Illinois has\nobtained a patent for a new and cheap building material; this material is\nstraw and concrete pressed together and bound with wires.*     *     *     *     *\n\nThe Chamber of Commerce at Lyons, France, protests to the government\nagainst the embargo on American pork.Trichiniasis prevails in various\nparts of the German empire.It is traced to the use of uncooked home-grown\npork.Here we score two points in favor of the American hog product.\u201cIt says it there,\u201d Ruby murmurs, the perplexed wrinkle deepening.\u201cAnd\nthat text\u2019s out of the Bible.But when there\u2019s nobody to be kind to, I\ncan\u2019t do anything.\u201d\n\nThe sun is glinting on the frosted snow scene; but Ruby is not looking\nat the snow scene.Her eyes are following the old, old words of the\nfirst Christmas carol: \u201cGlory to God in the highest, and on earth\npeace, good will toward men!\u201d\n\n\u201cIf there was only anybody to be kind to,\u201d the little girl repeats\nslowly.\u201cDad and mamma don\u2019t need me to be kind to them, and I _am_\nquite kind to Hans and Dick.If it was only in Scotland now; but it\u2019s\nquite different here.\u201d\n\nThe soft summer wind is swaying the window-blinds gently to and fro,\nand ruffling with its soft breath the thirsty, parched grass about the\nstation.To the child\u2019s mind has come a remembrance, a remembrance of\nwhat was \u201conly a dream,\u201d and she sees an old, old man, bowed down with\nthe weight of years, coming to her across the moonlit paths of last\nnight, an old man whom Ruby had let lie where he fell, because he was\nonly \u201cthe wicked old one.\u201d\n\n\u201cIt was only a dream, so it didn\u2019t matter.\u201d Thus the little girl tries\nto soothe a suddenly awakened conscience.\u201cAnd he _is_ a wicked old\none; Dick said he was.\u201d\n\nRuby goes over to the window, and stands looking out.There is no\nchange in the fair Australian scene; on just such a picture Ruby\u2019s eyes\nhave rested since first she came.The hallway is north of the bathroom.But there is a strange, unexplained\nchange in the little girl\u2019s heart.The kitchen is south of the bathroom.Only that the dear Lord Jesus has\ncome to Ruby, asking her for His dear sake to be kind to one of the\nlowest and humblest of His creatures.\u201cIf it was only anybody else,\u201d\nshe mutters.\u201cBut he\u2019s so horrid, and he has such a horrid face.And I", "question": "What is the bathroom north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Besides, perhaps dad wouldn\u2019t like me.\u201d\n\n\u201cGood will toward men!Good will toward men!\u201d Again the heavenly\nvoices seem ringing in Ruby\u2019s ears.There is no angel host about her\nto strengthen and encourage her, only one very lonely little girl who\nfinds it hard to do right when the doing of that right does not quite\nfit in with her own inclinations.She has taken the first step upon the\nheavenly way, and finds already the shadow of the cross.The radiance of the sunshine is reflected in Ruby\u2019s brown eyes, the\nradiance, it may be, of something far greater in her heart.\u201cI\u2019ll do it!\u201d the little girl decides suddenly.\u201cI\u2019ll try to be kind to\nthe \u2018old one.\u2019 Only what can I do?\u201d\n\n\u201cMiss Ruby!\u201d cries an excited voice at the window, and, looking out,\nRuby sees Dick\u2019s brown face and merry eyes.\u201cCome \u2019long as quick as\nyou can.There\u2019s a fire, and you said t\u2019other day you\u2019d never seen one.I\u2019ll get Smuttie if you come as quick as you can.It\u2019s over by old\nDavis\u2019s place.\u201d\n\nDick\u2019s young mistress does not need a second bidding.She is out\nwaiting by the garden-gate long before Smuttie is caught and harnessed.Away to the west she can see the long glare of fire shooting up tongues\nof flame into the still sunlight, and brightening the river into a very\nsea of blood.\u201cI don\u2019t think you should go, Ruby,\u201d says her mother, who has come\nout on the verandah.\u201cIt isn\u2019t safe, and you are so venturesome.I am\ndreadfully anxious about your father too.Dick says he and the men are\noff to help putting out the fire; but in such weather as this I don\u2019t\nsee how they can ever possibly get it extinguished.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll be very, very careful, mamma,\u201d Ruby promises.Her brown eyes\nare ablaze with excitement, and her cheeks aglow.\u201cAnd I\u2019ll be there\nto watch dad too, you know,\u201d she adds persuasively in a voice which\nexpresses the belief that not much danger can possibly come to dad\nwhile his little girl is near.The office is west of the hallway.Dick has brought Smuttie round to the garden-gate, and in a moment he\nand his little mistress are off, cantering as fast as Smuttie can be\ngot to go, to the scene of the fire.Those who have witnessed a fire in the bush will never forget it.The\nfirst spark, induced sometimes by a fallen match, ignited often by the\nexcessive heat of the sun\u2019s rays, gains ground with appalling rapidity,\nand where the growth is dry, large tracts of ground have often been\nlaid waste.The office is east of the kitchen.In excessively hot weather this is more particularly", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\u201cLook at it!\u201d Dick cries excitedly.\u201cGoin\u2019 like a steam-engine just.Wish we hadn\u2019t brought Smuttie, Miss Ruby.He\u2019ll maybe be frightened at\nthe fire.they\u2019ve got the start of it.Do you see that other fire\non ahead?That\u2019s where they\u2019re burning down!\u201d\n\nRuby looks.Yes, there _are_ two fires, both, it seems, running, as\nDick has said, \u201clike steam-engines.\u201d\n\n\u201cMy!\u201d the boy cries suddenly; \u201cit\u2019s the old wicked one\u2019s house.It\u2019s it\nthat has got afire.There\u2019s not enough\nof them to do that, and to stop the fire too.And it\u2019ll be on to your\npa\u2019s land if they don\u2019t stop it pretty soon.I\u2019ll have to help them,\nMiss Ruby.You\u2019ll have to get off Smuttie and hold\nhim in case he gets scared at the fire.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, Dick!\u201d the little girl cries.Her face is very pale, and her eyes\nare fixed on that lurid light, ever growing nearer.\u201cDo you think\nhe\u2019ll be dead?The hallway is east of the bedroom.Do you think the old man\u2019ll be dead?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot him,\u201d Dick returns, with a grin.The kitchen is east of the hallway.\u201cHe\u2019s too bad to die, he is.but I wish he was dead!\u201d the boy ejaculates.\u201cIt would be a good\nriddance of bad rubbish, that\u2019s what it would.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, Dick,\u201d shivers Ruby, \u201cI wish you wouldn\u2019t say that.I\u2019ve never been kind!\u201d Ruby\nbreaks out in a wail, which Dick does not understand.They are nearing the scene of the fire now.Luckily the cottage is\nhard by the river, so there is no scarcity of water.Stations are scarce and far between in the\nAustralian bush, and the inhabitants not easily got together.There are\ntwo detachments of men at work, one party endeavouring to extinguish\nthe flames of poor old Davis\u2019s burning cottage, the others far in\nthe distance trying to stop the progress of the fire by burning down\nthe thickets in advance, and thus starving the main fire as it gains\nground.This method of \u201cstarving the fire\u201d is well known to dwellers in\nthe Australian bush, though at times the second fire thus given birth\nto assumes such proportions as to outrun its predecessor.\u201cIt\u2019s not much use.It\u2019s too dry,\u201d Dick mutters.\u201cI don\u2019t like leaving\nyou, Miss Ruby; but I\u2019ll have to do it.Even a boy\u2019s a bit of help in\nbringing the water.Wednesday, a day kept between a fast and a feast, the Bishops not\nbeing ready enough to keep the fast for foul", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "[A Form of Prayer was published to be used in London on the 12th,\n     and in the country on the 19th of June, being the special days\n     appointed for a general fast to be kept in the respective places for\n     averting those sicknesses and diseases, that dearth and scarcity,\n     which justly may be feared from the late immoderate rain and waters:\n     for a thanksgiving also for the blessed change of weather; and the\n     begging the continuance of it to us for our comfort: And likewise\n     for beseeching a Blessing upon the High Court of Parliament now\n     assembled: Set forth by his Majesty's authority.A sermon was\n     preached before the Commons by Thomas Greenfield, preacher of\n     Lincoln's Inn.The Lords taxed themselves for the poor--an earl,\n     30s., a baron, 20s.Those absent from prayers were to pay a\n     forfeit.--B.]The hallway is west of the bathroom.I to Whitehall, and there with Captain Rolt and Ferrers we went to Lambeth\nto drink our morning draft, where at the Three Mariners, a place noted for\ntheir ale, we went and staid awhile very merry, and so away.And wanting a\nboat, we found Captain Bun going down the river, and so we went into his\nboat having a lady with him, and he landed them at Westminster and me at\nthe Bridge.At home all day with my workmen, and doing several things,\namong others writing the letter resolved of yesterday to the Duke.Then\nto White Hall, where I met my Lord, who told me he must have L300 laid out\nin cloth, to give in Barbary, as presents among the Turks.At which\noccasion of getting something I was very glad.Home to supper, and then to\nSir R. Slingsby, who with his brother and I went to my Lord's at the\nWardrobe, and there staid a great while, but he being now taking his leave\nof his friends staid out late, and so they went away.The kitchen is east of the bathroom.Anon came my Lord\nin, and I staid with him a good while, and then to bed with Mr.I went up and down to Alderman Backwell's, but his servants not\nbeing up, I went home and put on my gray cloth suit and faced white coat,\nmade of one of my wife's pettycoates, the first time I have had it on, and\nso in a riding garb back again and spoke with Mr.Shaw at the Alderman's,\nwho offers me L300 if my Lord pleases to buy this cloth with, which\npleased me well.So to the Wardrobe and got my Lord to order Mr.Creed to\nimprest so much upon me to be paid by Alderman Backwell.So with my Lord\nto Whitehall by water, and he having taken leave of the King, comes to us\nat his lodgings and from thence goes to the garden stairs and there takes\nbarge, and at the stairs was met by", "question": "What is the bathroom west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "I went down with my Lord\nin the barge to Deptford, and there went on board the Dutch yacht and\nstaid there a good while, W. Howe not being come with my Lord's things,\nwhich made my Lord very angry.By and by he comes and so we set sayle,\nand anon went to dinner, my Lord and we very merry; and after dinner I\nwent down below and there sang, and took leave of W. Howe, Captain Rolt,\nand the rest of my friends, then went up and took leave of my Lord, who\ngive me his hand and parted with great respect.The hallway is north of the kitchen.So went and Captain\nFerrers with me into our wherry, and my Lord did give five guns, all they\nhad charged, which was the greatest respect my Lord could do me, and of\nwhich I was not a little proud.So with a sad and merry heart I left them\nsailing pleasantly from Erith, hoping to be in the Downs tomorrow early.Pulled off our stockings and bathed our legs\na great while in the river, which I had not done some years before.By\nand by we come to Greenwich, and thinking to have gone on the King's\nyacht, the King was in her, so we passed by, and at Woolwich went on\nshore, in the company of Captain Poole of Jamaica and young Mr.Kennersley, and many others, and so to the tavern where we drank a great\ndeal both wine and beer.So we parted hence and went home with Mr.Falconer, who did give us cherrys and good wine.So to boat, and young\nPoole took us on board the Charity and gave us wine there, with which I\nhad full enough, and so to our wherry again, and there fell asleep till I\ncame almost to the Tower, and there the Captain and I parted, and I home\nand with wine enough in my head, went to bed.To Whitehall to my Lord's, where I found Mr.Edward Montagu and his\nfamily come to lie during my Lord's absence.I sent to my house by my\nLord's order his shipp--[Qy.So to my father's, and did give him order about the buying of\nthis cloth to send to my Lord.But I could not stay with him myself, for\nhaving got a great cold by my playing the fool in the water yesterday I\nwas in great pain, and so went home by coach to bed, and went not to the\noffice at all, and by keeping myself warm, I broke wind and so came to\nsome ease.Rose and eat some supper, and so to bed again.My father came and drank his morning draft with me, and sat with me\ntill I was ready, and so he and I about the business of the cloth.By and\nby I left him and went and dined with my Lady, who, now my Lord is gone,\nis come to her poor housekeeping again.Then to my father's, who tells me\nwhat he has done, and we resolved upon two pieces of scarlet, two of\npurple, and two of black, and L50 in linen.The bathroom is south of the kitchen.I home, taking", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "After writing to my Lord to let him know\nwhat I had done I was going to bed, but there coming the purser of the\nKing's yacht for victualls presently, for the Duke of York is to go down\nto-morrow, I got him to promise stowage for these things there, and so I\nwent to bed, bidding Will go and fetch the things from the carrier's\nhither, which about 12 o'clock were brought to my house and laid there all\nnight.But no purser coming in the morning for them, and I\nhear that the Duke went last night, and so I am at a great loss what to\ndo; and so this day (though the Lord's day) staid at home, sending Will up\nand down to know what to do.The office is south of the garden.Sometimes thinking to continue my resolution\nof sending by the carrier to be at Deal on Wednesday next, sometimes to\nsend them by sea by a vessel on purpose, but am not yet come to a\nresolution, but am at a very great loss and trouble in mind what in the\nworld to do herein.The afternoon (while Will was abroad) I spent in\nreading \"The Spanish Gypsey,\" a play not very good, though commended much.To think he should have done that to\nme!\"CHAPTER XLIII\n\n\nThis attempt at coercion was the one thing which would definitely\nset Lester in opposition to his family, at least for the time being.He had realized clearly enough of late that he had made a big mistake;\nfirst in not having married Jennie, thus avoiding scandal; and in the\nsecond place in not having accepted her proposition at the time when\nshe wanted to leave him; There were no two ways about it, he had made\na mess of this business.He could not afford to lose his fortune\nentirely.He did not have enough money of his own.Jennie was unhappy,\nhe could see that.Did he want\nto accept the shabby ten thousand a year, even if he were willing to\nmarry her?Finally, did he want to lose Jennie, to have her go out of\nhis life once and for all?He could not make up his mind; the problem\nwas too complicated.When Lester returned to his home, after the funeral, Jennie saw at\nonce that something was amiss with him, something beyond a son's\nnatural grief for his father's death was weighing upon his spirits.She tried to draw near to him\nsympathetically, but his wounded spirit could not be healed so easily.When hurt in his pride he was savage and sullen--he could have\nstruck any man who irritated him.She watched him interestedly,\nwishing to do something for him, but he would not give her his\nconfidence.He grieved, and she could only grieve with him.Days passed, and now the financial situation which had been created\nby his father's death came up for careful consideration.The factory\nmanagement had to be reorganized.The bathroom is north of the garden.Robert would have to be made\npresident, as his father wished.Lester's own relationship to the\nbusiness would have to come up for adjudication.Unless he changed his\nmind about Jennie, he was not", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "As a matter of fact, he\nwas not anything.To continue to be secretary and treasurer, it was\nnecessary that he should own at least one share of the company's\nstock.Would the other members of the family care to do\nanything which would infringe on Robert's prerogatives under the will?The hallway is west of the office.They were all rather unfriendly to Lester at present, and he realized\nthat he was facing a ticklish situation.The solution was--to get\nrid of Jennie.If he did that he would not need to be begging for\nstock.If he didn't, he was flying in the face of his father's last\nwill and testament.He turned the matter over in his mind slowly and\ndeliberately.He could quite see how things were coming out.He must\nabandon either Jennie or his prospects in life.Despite Robert's assertion, that so far as he was concerned another\narrangement would have been satisfactory, he was really very well\npleased with the situation; his dreams were slowly nearing completion.Robert had long had his plans perfected, not only for a thorough\nreorganization of the company proper, but for an extension of the\nbusiness in the direction of a combination of carriage companies.If\nhe could get two or three of the larger organizations in the East and\nWest to join with him, selling costs could be reduced, over-production\nwould be avoided, and the general expenses could be materially scaled\ndown.Through a New York representative, he had been picking up stock\nin outside carriage companies for some time and he was almost ready to\nact.In the first place he would have himself elected president of the\nKane Company, and since Lester was no longer a factor, he could select\nAmy's husband as vice-president, and possibly some one other than\nLester as secretary and treasurer.Under the conditions of the will,\nthe stock and other properties set aside temporarily for Lester, in\nthe hope that he would come to his senses, were to be managed and\nvoted by Robert.His father had meant, obviously, that he, Robert,\nshould help him coerce his brother.He did not want to appear mean,\nbut this was such an easy way.It gave him a righteous duty to\nperform.Lester must come to his senses or he must let Robert run the\nbusiness to suit himself.Lester, attending to his branch duties in Chicago, foresaw the\ndrift of things.He realized now that he was permanently out of the\ncompany, a branch manager at his brother's sufferance, and the thought\nirritated him greatly.The office is west of the garden.Nothing had been said by Robert to indicate\nthat such a change had taken place--things went on very much as\nbefore--but Robert's suggestions were now obviously law.Lester\nwas really his brother's employee at so much a year.There came a time, after a few weeks, when he felt as if he could\nnot stand this any longer.Hitherto he had been a free and independent\nagent.The approaching annual stockholder's meeting which hitherto had\nbeen a one-man affair and a formality, his father doing all the\nvoting, would be now a combination of voters, his brother presiding,\nhis sisters", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "It was going to be a great come-down, but as Robert had\nnot said anything about offering to give or sell him any stock which\nwould entitle him to sit as a director or hold any official position\nin the company, he decided to write and resign.The office is south of the bedroom.That would bring\nmatters to a crisis.It would show his brother that he felt no desire\nto be under obligations to him in any way or to retain anything which\nwas not his--and gladly so--by right of ability and the\ndesire of those with whom he was associated.If he wanted to move back\ninto the company by deserting Jennie he would come in a very different\ncapacity from that of branch manager.He dictated a simple,\nstraight-forward business letter, saying:\n\n\"DEAR ROBERT, I know the time is drawing near when the company\nmust be reorganized under your direction.Not having any stock, I am\nnot entitled to sit as a director, or to hold the joint position of\nsecretary and treasurer.I want you to accept this letter as formal\nnotice of my resignation from both positions, and I want to have your\ndirectors consider what disposition should be made of this position\nand my services.I am not anxious to retain the branch-managership as\na branch-managership merely; at the same time I do not want to do\nanything which will embarrass you in your plans for the future.You\nsee by this that I am not ready to accept the proposition laid down in\nfather's will--at least, not at present.I would like a definite\nunderstanding of how you feel in this matter.\"Yours,\n\n\"LESTER.\"Robert, sitting in his office at Cincinnati, considered this letter\ngravely.It was like his brother to come down to \"brass tacks.\"Girton Charmer, winner of the Challenge Cup in\n1905, was included in a select shipment of Shires sent to America (as\nmodels of the breed) by our late lamented King and Lord Rothschild in\n1906.Princess Beryl, Belle Cole, Chiltern Maid, were mares to win\nhighest honours for the stud, while a young mare which passed through\nLord Rothschild\u2019s hands, and realized a four-figure sum for him as\na two-year-old from the Devonshire enthusiasts, Messrs.The bedroom is south of the garden.W. and H.\nWhitley, is Lorna Doone, the Champion mare of 1914.Champion\u2019s Goalkeeper, the Tring record-breaker, has been mentioned,\nso we can now refer to the successful stud of which he is the central\nfigure, viz.that owned by Sir Walpole Greenwell at Marden Park,\nWoldingham, Surrey, who, as we have seen, bought a good filly from the\nTring Stud in 1895, the year in which he became a member of the Shire\nHorse Society.At Lord Rothschild\u2019s first sale in 1898, he purchased\nWindley Lily for 430 guineas, and Moorish Maiden, a three-year-old\nfilly, for 350, since when he has bid only for the best.At the\nTandridge", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Sir\nWalpole was one of the first to profit by the Lockinge Forest King\nblood, his filly, Marden Peach, by that sire having been a winner at\nthe Royal of 1908, while her daughter, Marden Constance, has had a\nbrilliant show career, so has Dunsmore Chessie, purchased from Mr.T.\nEwart as a yearling, twice London Champion mare.No sale has been held at Marden, but consignments have been sold at\nPeterborough, so that the prefix is frequently met with.The stud owner who is willing to give \u00a34305 for a two-year-old colt\ndeserves success.THE PRIMLEY STUD\n\nAt the Dunsmore Sale on February 14, 1907, Mr.W. Whitley purchased\nDunsmore Fuchsia (by Jameson), the London Cup winner of 1905 and 1906,\nfor 520 guineas, also Quality by the same sire, and these two won\nsecond and third for him in London the same month, this being the first\nshow at which the Primley shires took honours.The purchase of Tatton Dray King, the Champion stallion of 1908, by\nMessrs.W. and H. Whitley in the spring of 1909 for 3700 guineas\ncreated quite a sensation, as it was an outstanding record, it stood so\nfor nearly four years.One of the most successful show mares in this--or any--stud is\nMollington Movement by Lockinge Forest King, but the reigning queen is\nLorna Doone, the London and Peterborough Champion of 1914, purchased\nprivately from the Tring Park Stud.Another built on the same lines\nis Sussex Pride with which a Bucks tenant farmer, Mr.The hallway is north of the office.R. H. Keene,\nwon first and reserve champion at the London Show of 1913, afterwards\nselling her to Messrs.Whitley, who again won with her in 1914.With\nsuch animals as these Devonshire is likely to hold its own with Shires,\nalthough they do not come from the district known to the law makers of\nold as the breeding ground of \u201cthe Great Horse.\u201d\n\n\nTHE PENDLEY FEMALES\n\nOne of the most successful exhibitors of mares, fillies, and foals, at\nthe shows of the past few seasons has been Mr.The garden is south of the office.J. G. Williams, Pendley\nManor, Tring.Like other exhibitors already mentioned, the one under\nnotice owes much of his success to Lockinge Forest King.In 1908 Lord\nEgerton\u2019s Tatton May Queen was purchased for 420 guineas, she having\nbeen first in London as a yearling and two-year-old; Bardon Forest\nPrincess, a reserve London Champion, and Barnfields Forest Queen, Cup\nwinner there, made a splendid team of winners by the sire named.At the\nTring Park sale of 1913 Mr.Williams gave the highest price made by\na female, 825 guineas, for Halstead Duchess VII., by Redlynch Forest\nKing.She won the Royal Championship at Bristol for him.One of the\nlater acquisitions", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Williams joined the\nShire Horse Society in 1906, since when he has won all but the London\nChampionship with his mares and fillies.A NEW STUD\n\nAfter Champion\u2019s Goalkeeper was knocked down Mr.Beck announced that\nthe disappointed bidder was Mr.C. R. H. Gresson, acting for the\nEdgcote Shorthorn Company, Wardington, Banbury, his date of admission\nto the Shire Horse Society being during that same month, February,\n1913.Having failed to get the popular colt, his stable companion and\nhalf brother, Stockman III., was purchased for 540 guineas, and shown\nin London just after, where he won fourth prize.From this single entry\nin 1913 the foundation of the stud was so rapid that seven entries\nwere made at the 1914 London Show.Fine Feathers was the first prize\nyearling filly, Blackthorn Betty the second prize two-year-old filly,\nthe own bred Edgcote Monarch being the second prize yearling colt.The hallway is north of the kitchen.After the show Lord Rothschild\u2019s first prize two-year colt, Orfold\nBlue Blood, was bought, together with Normandy Jessie, the third prize\nyearling colt; so with these two, Fine Feathers, Betty, Chirkenhill\nForest Queen, and Writtle Coming Queen, the Edgcote Shorthorn Co.,\nLtd., took a leading place at the shows of 1914.In future Edgcote\npromises to be as famous for its Shires as it has hitherto been for its\nShorthorns.DUCAL STUDS\n\nA very successful exhibitor of the past season has been his Grace\nthe Duke of Westminster, who owns a very good young sire in Eaton\nNunsuch--so good that he has been hired by the Peterborough Society.Shires have been bred on the Eaton Hall estate for many years, and the\nstud contains many promising animals now.Mention must be made of the great interest taken in Shires by the Duke\nof Devonshire who, as the Hon.Victor Cavendish, kept a first-class\nstud at Holker, Lancs.The office is south of the kitchen.At the Royal Show of 1909 (Gloucester) Holker\nMars was the Champion Shire stallion, Warton Draughtsman winning the\nNorwich Royal Championship, and also that of the London Show of 1912\nfor his popular owner.OTHER STUDS\n\nAmong those who have done much to promote the breeding of the Old\nEnglish type of cart-horse, the name of Mr.Clement Keevil deserves\na foremost place.At Blagdon, Malden, Surrey, he held a number of\nstud sales in the eighties and nineties, to which buyers went for\nmassive-limbed Shires of the good old strains; those with a pedigree\nwhich traced back to Honest Tom (_alias_ Little David), foaled in the\nyear 1769, to Wiseman\u2019s Honest Tom, foaled in 1800, or to Samson a sire\nweighing 1 ton 8 cwt.Later he had a stud at Billington, Beds, where\nseveral sales were held, the last being in 1908", "question": "What is south of the kitchen?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Everard gave\n860 guineas for the stallion, Lockinge Blagdon.Shortly before that he\nsold Blagdon Benefactor for 1000 guineas.It was impossible for a doctor to earn even the most modest competence\nfrom a people of such scandalous health, and so MacLure had annexed\nneighbouring parishes.His house--little more than a cottage--stood on\nthe roadside among the pines towards the head of our Glen, and from this\nbase of operations he dominated the wild glen that broke the wall of the\nGrampians above Drumtochty--where the snow drifts were twelve feet deep\nin winter, and the only way of passage at times was the channel of the\nriver--and the moorland district westwards till he came to the Dunleith\nsphere of influence, where there were four doctors and a hydropathic.Drumtochty in its length, which was eight miles, and its breadth, which\nwas four, lay in his hand; besides a glen behind, unknown to the world,\nwhich in the night time he visited at the risk of life, for the way\nthereto was across the big moor with its peat holes and treacherous\nbogs.And he held the land eastwards towards Muirtown so far as Geordie,\nthe Drumtochty post, travelled every day, and could carry word that the\ndoctor was wanted.He did his best for the need of every man, woman and\nchild in this wild, straggling district, year in, year out, in the snow\nand in the heat, in the dark and in the light, without rest, and without\nholiday for forty years.One horse could not do the work of this man, but we liked best to see\nhim on his old white mare, who died the week after her master, and the\npassing of the two did our hearts good.It was not that he rode\nbeautifully, for he broke every canon of art, flying with his arms,\nstooping till he seemed to be speaking into Jess's ears, and rising in\nthe saddle beyond all necessity.But he could rise faster, stay longer\nin the saddle, and had a firmer grip with his knees than any one I ever\nmet, and it was all for mercy's sake.When the reapers in harvest time\nsaw a figure whirling past in a cloud of dust, or the family at the foot\nof Glen Urtach, gathered round the fire on a winter's night, heard the\nrattle of a horse's hoofs on the road, or the shepherds, out after the\nsheep, traced a black speck moving across the snow to the upper glen,\nthey knew it was the doctor, and, without being conscious of it, wished\nhim God speed.The office is west of the hallway.[Illustration]\n\nBefore and behind his saddle were strapped the instruments and medicines\nthe doctor might want, for he never knew what was before him.There were\nno specialists in Drumtochty, so this man had to do everything as best\nhe could, and as quickly.The bedroom is east of the hallway.He was chest doctor and doctor for every other\norgan as well", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "It was often told how he was far up Glen Urtach when the feeders of the\nthreshing mill caught young Burnbrae, and how he only stopped to change\nhorses at his house, and galloped all the way to Burnbrae, and flung\nhimself off his horse and amputated the arm, and saved the lad's life.\"You wud hae thocht that every meenut was an hour,\" said Jamie Soutar,\nwho had been at the threshing, \"an' a'll never forget the puir lad lying\nas white as deith on the floor o' the loft, wi' his head on a sheaf, an'\nBurnbrae haudin' the bandage ticht an' prayin' a' the while, and the\nmither greetin' in the corner.she cries, an' a' heard the soond o' the horse's\nfeet on the road a mile awa in the frosty air.The bathroom is north of the bedroom.said Burnbrae, and a' slippit doon the ladder\nas the doctor came skelpin' intae the close, the foam fleein' frae his\nhorse's mooth.wes a' that passed his lips, an' in five meenuts he hed\nhim on the feedin' board, and wes at his wark--sic wark, neeburs--but he\ndid it weel.An' ae thing a' thocht rael thochtfu' o' him: he first sent\naff the laddie's mither tae get a bed ready.\"Noo that's feenished, and his constitution 'ill dae the rest,\" and he\ncarried the lad doon the ladder in his airms like a bairn, and laid him\nin his bed, and waits aside him till he wes sleepin', and then says he:\n'Burnbrae, yir gey lad never tae say 'Collie, will yelick?'for a' hevna\ntasted meat for saxteen hoors.'\"It was michty tae see him come intae the yaird that day, neeburs; the\nverra look o' him wes victory.\"[Illustration: \"THE VERRA LOOK O' HIM WES VICTORY\"]\n\nJamie's cynicism slipped off in the enthusiasm of this reminiscence, and\nhe expressed the feeling of Drumtochty.The garden is south of the bedroom.No one sent for MacLure save in\ngreat straits, and the sight of him put courage in sinking hearts.But\nthis was not by the grace of his appearance, or the advantage of a good\nbedside manner.A tall, gaunt, loosely made man, without an ounce of\nsuperfluous flesh on his body, his face burned a dark brick color by\nconstant exposure to the weather, red hair and beard turning grey,\nhonest blue eyes that look you ever in the face, huge hands with wrist\nbones like the shank of a ham, and a voice that hurled his salutations\nacross two fields, he suggested the moor rather  than the drawing-room.But what a clever", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "He was \"ill pitten the gither\" to\nbegin with, but many of his physical defects were the penalties of his\nwork, and endeared him to the Glen.That ugly scar that cut into his\nright eyebrow and gave him such a sinister expression, was got one night\nJess slipped on the ice and laid him insensible eight miles from home.His limp marked the big snowstorm in the fifties, when his horse missed\nthe road in Glen Urtach, and they rolled together in a drift.MacLure\nescaped with a broken leg and the fracture of three ribs, but he never\nwalked like other men again.He could not swing himself into the saddle\nwithout making two attempts and holding Jess's mane.Neither can you\n\"warstle\" through the peat bogs and snow drifts for forty winters\nwithout a touch of rheumatism.But they were honorable scars, and for\nsuch risks of life men get the Victoria Cross in other fields.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.[Illustration: \"FOR SUCH RISKS OF LIFE MEN GET THE VICTORIA CROSS IN\nOTHER FIELDS\"]\n\nMacLure got nothing but the secret affection of the Glen, which knew\nthat none had ever done one-tenth as much for it as this ungainly,\ntwisted, battered figure, and I have  seen a Drumtochty face\nsoften at the sight of MacLure limping to his horse.Hopps earned the ill-will of the Glen for ever by criticising\nthe doctor's dress, but indeed it would have filled any townsman with\namazement.Black he wore once a year, on Sacrament Sunday, and, if\npossible, at a funeral; topcoat or waterproof never.These are seen in the hands of his children.At the feet of\nthe statue were found a number of beautiful arrowheads of flint and\nchalcedony; also beads that formed part of his necklace.These, to-day\npetrified, seemed to have been originally of bone or ivory.They were\nwrought to figure shells of periwinkles.Surrounding the slab on which\nthe figure rests was a large quantity of dried blood.The kitchen is east of the office.This fact might\nlead us to suppose that slaves were sacrificed at his funeral, as\nHerodotus tells us it was customary with the Scythians, and we know it\nwas with the Romans and other nations of the old world, and the Incas in\nPeru.Yet not a bone or any other human remains were found in the\nmausoleum.The statue forms a single piece with the slab on which it reclines, as\nif about to rise on his elbows, the legs being drawn up so that the feet\nrest flat on the slab.I consider this attitude given to the statues of\ndead personages that I have discovered in Chichen, where they are still,\nto be symbolical of their belief in reincarnation.They, in common with\nthe Egyptians, the Hindoos, and other nations of antiquity, held that\nthe spirit of man after being made to suffer for its shortcomings during\nits mundane life, would enjoy happiness for a time proportionate to its\ngood deeds, then return to earth", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The Mayas, however, destroying the body by fire,\nmade statues in the semblance of the deceased, so that, being\nindestructible the spirit might find and animate them on its return to\nearth.The present aborigines have the same belief.Even to-day, they\nnever fail to prepare the _hanal pixan_, the food for the spirits, which\nthey place in secluded spots in the forests or fields, every year, in\nthe month of November.These statues also hold an urn between their\nhands.This fact again recalls to the mind the Egpptian[TN-3] custom of\nplacing an urn in the coffins with the mummies, to indicate that the\nspirit of the deceased had been judged and found righteous.The ornament hanging on the breast of Chaacmol's effigy, from a ribbon\ntied with a peculiar knot behind his neck, is simply a badge of his\nrank; the same is seen on the breast of many other personages in the\nbas-reliefs and mural paintings.A similar mark of authority is yet in\nusage in Burmah.I have tarried so long on the description of my first important\ndiscovery because I desired to explain the method followed by me in the\ninvestigation of these monuments, to show that the result of our labors\nare by no means the work of imagination--as some have been so kind a\n_short_ time ago as to intimate--but of careful and patient analysis and\ncomparison; also, in order, from the start, to call your attention to\nthe similarity of certain customs in the funeral rites that the Mayas\nseem to have possessed in common with other nations of the old world:\nand lastly, because my friend, Dr.Jesus Sanchez, Professor of\nArchaeology in the National Museum of Mexico, ignoring altogether the\ncircumstances accompanying the discovery of the statue, has published in\nthe _Anales del Museo Nacional_, a long dissertation--full of erudition,\ncertainly--to prove that the statue discovered by me at Chichen-Itza,\nwas a representation of the _God of the natural production of the\nearth_, and that the name given by me was altogether arbitrary; and,\nalso, because an article has appeared in the _North American Review_ for\nOctober, 1880, signed by Mr.Charnay, in which the author, after\nre-producing Mr.Sanchez's writing, pronounces _ex cathedra_ and _de\nperse_, but without assigning any reason for his opinion, that the\nstatue is the effigy of the _god of wine_--the Mexican Bacchus--without\ntelling us which of them, for there were two.The bathroom is east of the office.Having been obliged to abandon the statue in the forests--well wrapped\nin oilcloth, and sheltered under a hut of palm leaves, constructed by\nMrs.Le Plongeon and myself--my men having been disarmed by order of\nGeneral Palomino, then commander-in-chief of the federal forces in\nYucatan, in consequence of a revolutionary movement against Dr.The bathroom is west of the hallway.Sebastian Lerdo de Tej", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "There I\ntook many photographs, surveyed the monuments, and, for the first time,\nfound the remnants of the phallic worship of the Nahualts.Its symbols\nare not to be seen in Chichen--the city of the holy and learned men,\nItzaes--but are frequently met with in the northern parts of the\npeninsula, and all the regions where the Nahualt influence predominated.There can be no doubt that in very ancient times the same customs and\nreligious worship existed in Uxmal and Chichen, since these two cities\nwere founded by the same family, that of CAN (serpent), whose name is\nwritten on all the monuments in both places.CAN and the members of his\nfamily worshipped Deity under the symbol of the mastodon's head.At\nChichen a tableau of said worship forms the ornament of the building,\ndesignated in the work of Stephens, \"Travels in Yucatan,\" as IGLESIA;\nbeing, in fact, the north wing of the palace and museum.This is the\nreason why the mastodon's head forms so prominent a feature in all the\nornaments of the edifices built by them.They also worshipped the sun\nand fire, which they represented by the same hieroglyph used by the\nEgyptians for the sun [sun].In this worship of the fire they resembled\nthe Chaldeans and Hindoos, but differed from the Egyptians, who had no\nveneration for this element.They regarded it merely as an animal that\ndevoured all things within its reach, and died with all it had\nswallowed, when replete and satisfied.From certain inscriptions and pictures--in which the _Cans_ are\nrepresented crawling on all fours like dogs--sculptured on the facade of\ntheir house of worship, it would appear that their religion of the\nmastodon was replaced by that of the reciprocal forces of nature,\nimported in the country by the big-nosed invaders, the Nahualts coming\nfrom the west.These destroyed Chichen, and established their capital at\n_Uxmal_.There they erected in all the courts of the palaces, and on the\nplatforms of the temples the symbols of their religion, taking care,\nhowever, not to interfere with the worship of the sun and fire, that\nseems to have been the most popular.Bancroft in his work, \"_The Native Races of the Pacific States_,\" Vol.IV., page 277, remarks: \"That the scarcity of idols among the Maya\nantiquities must be regarded as extraordinary.It also shows that the azimuth of Polaris at\nany one point of observation decreases slightly from year to year.The bedroom is south of the office.This\nis due to the increase in declination, or decrease in the star's polar\ndistance.The office is south of the hallway.north latitude, this annual decrease in the azimuth\nis about 22\", while at 50 deg.As the variation in\nazimuth for each degree of latitude is small, the table is only computed\nfor the even numbered degrees; the intermediate values being readily\nobtained by interpolation.We see also that an error of a few minutes of\nlatitude will not affect the result in finding the meridian, e", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "44'\n56\", the difference (01' 35\") being the correction for one degree of\nlatitude between 40 deg.Or, in other words, an error of one degree\nin finding one's latitude would only introduce an error in the azimuth\nof one and a half minutes.The bathroom is east of the garden.With ordinary care the probable error of the\nlatitude as determined from the method already described need not exceed\na few minutes, making the error in azimuth as laid off on the arc of an\nordinary transit graduated to single minutes, practically zero.REFRACTION TABLE FOR ANY ALTITUDE WITHIN THE LATITUDE OF THE UNITED\nSTATES._____________________________________________________\n|           |              |           |              |\n| Apparent  | Refraction   | Apparent  | Refraction   |\n| Altitude.The office is east of the bathroom.|\n|___________|______________|___________|______________|\n|           |              |           |              |\n|    25 deg.2' 4.2\"   |    38 deg.1' 14.4\"  |\n|    26     |    1 58.8    |    39     |    1  11.8   |\n|    27     |    1 53.8    |    40     |    1   9.3   |\n|    28     |    1 49.1    |    41     |    1   6.9   |\n|    29     |    1 44.7    |    42     |    1   4.6   |\n|    30     |    1 40.5    |    43     |    1   2.4   |\n|    31     |    1 36.6    |    44     |    0   0.3   |\n|    32     |    1 33.0    |    45     |    0  58.1   |\n|    33     |    1 29.5    |    46     |    0  56.1   |\n|    34     |    1 26.1    |    47", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "In practice to find the true meridian, two observations must be made at\nintervals of six hours, or they may be made upon different nights.The\nfirst is for latitude, the second for azimuth at elongation.To make either, the surveyor should provide himself with a good transit\nwith vertical arc, a bull's eye, or hand lantern, plumb bobs, stakes,\netc.[1] Having \"set up\" over the point through which it is proposed to\nestablish the meridian, at a time when the line joining Polaris and\nAlioth is nearly vertical, level the telescope by means of the attached\nlevel, which should be in adjustment, set the vernier of the vertical\narc at zero, and take the reading.If the pole star is about making its\n_upper_ transit, it will rise gradually until reaching the meridian as\nit moves westward, and then as gradually descend.When near the highest\npart of its orbit point the telescope at the star, having an assistant\nto hold the \"bull's eye\" so as to reflect enough light down the tube\nfrom the object end to illumine the cross wires but not to obscure the\nstar, or better, use a perforated silvered reflector, clamp the tube in\nthis position, and as the star continues to rise keep the _horizontal_\nwire upon it by means of the tangent screw until it \"rides\" along this\nwire and finally begins to fall below it.The hallway is north of the kitchen.Take the reading of the\nvertical arc and the result will be the observed altitude.[Footnote 1: A sextant and artificial horizon may be used to find the\n_altitude_ of a star.In this case the observed angle must be divided by\n2.]It is a little more accurate to find the altitude by taking the\ncomplement of the observed zenith distance, if the vertical arc has\nsufficient range.This is done by pointing first to Polaris when at\nits highest (or lowest) point, reading the vertical arc, turning the\nhorizontal limb half way around, and the telescope over to get another\nreading on the star, when the difference of the two readings will be the\n_double_ zenith distance, and _half_ of this subtracted from 90 deg.The less the time intervening between these two\npointings, the more accurate the result will be.Having now found the altitude, correct it for refraction by subtracting\nfrom it the amount opposite the observed altitude, as given in the\nrefraction table, and the result will be the latitude.The bathroom is south of the kitchen.The observer must\nnow wait about six hours until the star is at its western elongation,\nor may postpone further operations for some subsequent night.In the\nmeantime he will take from the azimuth table the amount given for his\ndate and latitude, now determined, and if his observation is to be made\non the western elongation, he may turn it off on his instrument, so\nthat when moved to zero, _after_ the observation, the telescope will be\nbrought into the meridian or turned to the right, and a stake set by\nmeans of a lantern or plummet lamp.[Illustration]\n\nIt is, of course,", "question": "What is the kitchen north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "It is always well to check the accuracy of\nthe work by an observation upon the other elongation before putting in\npermanent meridian marks, and care should be taken that they are not\nplaced near any local attractions.The meridian having been established,\nthe magnetic variation or declination may readily be found by setting\nan instrument on the meridian and noting its bearing as given by the\nneedle.If, for example, it should be north 5 deg._east_, the variation is\nwest, because the north end of the needle is _west_ of the meridian, and\n_vice versa_._Local time_ may also be readily found by observing the instant when the\nsun's center[1] crosses the line, and correcting it for the equation of\ntime as given above--the result is the true or mean solar time.This,\ncompared with the clock, will show the error of the latter, and by\ntaking the difference between the local lime of this and any other\nplace, the difference of longitude is determined in hours, which can\nreadily be reduced to degrees by multiplying by fifteen, as 1 h.Daggett was out of town so\nthere was no meeting.Then she told us we could keep dressed up and go\nover to Aunt Mary Carr's and take her some apples, and afterwards\nGrandfather took us to ride to see old Mrs.The bathroom is east of the bedroom.He is ninety years old and blind and deaf, so we had quite a\ngood time after all.Dickey, of Rochester, agent for the Seaman's Friend Society,\npreached this morning about the poor little canal boy.His text was from\nthe 107th Psalm, 23rd verse, \"They that go down into the sea in ships.\"He has the queerest voice and stops off between his words.When we got\nhome Anna said she would show us how he preached and she described what\nhe said about a sailor in time of war.The garden is east of the bathroom.She said, \"A ball came--and\nstruck him there--another ball came--and struck him there--he raised his\nfaithful sword--and went on--to victory--or death.\"I expected\nGrandfather would reprove her, but he just smiled a queer sort of smile\nand Grandmother put her handkerchief up to her face, as she always does\nwhen she is amused about anything.I never heard her laugh out loud, but\nI suppose she likes funny things as well as anybody.She did just the\nsame, this morning, when Grandfather asked Anna where the sun rose, and\nshe said \"over by Gen.Granger's house and sets behind the Methodist\nchurch.\"She said she saw it herself and should never forget it when any\none asked her which was east or west.I think she makes up more things\nthan any one I know of.M. L. R. P. Thompson preached to-day.He used to be the\nminister of our church before Mr.\"Alphabet\" Thompson, because he has so many letters in his name.He\npreached a very good sermon from the text, \"Dearly beloved, as much as\nlieth in you, live peaceably with all men.\"I like to hear him preach,\nbut not", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "_Thursday._--Edward Everett, of Boston, lectured in our church this\nevening.They had a platform built even with the tops of the pews, so he\ndid not have to go up into the pulpit.Crowds and crowds came to hear\nhim from all over everywhere.They say he is the\nmost eloquent speaker in the U. S., but I have heard Mr.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.Daggett when I\nthought he was just as good._Sunday._--We went to church to-day and heard Rev.His\ntext was, \"The poor ye have with you always and whensoever ye will ye\nmay do them good.\"I never knew any one who liked to go to church as\nmuch as Grandmother does.She says she \"would rather be a doorkeeper in\nthe house of our God, than to dwell in the tents of wickedness.\"The kitchen is east of the hallway.They\ndon't have women doorkeepers, and I know she would not dwell a minute in\na tent.Coburn is the doorkeeper in our church and he rings the bell\nevery day at nine in the morning and at twelve and at nine in the\nevening, so Grandfather knows when it is time to cover up the fire in\nthe fireplace and go to bed.I think if the President should come to\ncall he would have to go home at nine o'clock.Grandfather's motto is:\n\n    \"Early to bed and early to rise\n    Makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.\"Greig and Miss Chapin called to see us to-day.Grandmother says that we can return the calls as she does not visit any\nmore.We would like to, for we always enjoy dressing up and making\ncalls.Anna and I received two black veils in a letter to-day from Aunt\nCaroline Dey.Just exactly what we had wanted for a long while.Uncle\nEdward sent us five dollars and Grandmother said we could buy just what\nwe wanted, so we went down street to look at black silk mantillas.We\nwent to Moore's store and to Richardson's and to Collier's, but they\nasked ten, fifteen or twenty dollars for them, so Anna said she resolved\nfrom now, henceforth and forever not to spend her money for black silk\nmantillas.Tousley preached to-day to the children and told us\nhow many steps it took to be bad.I think he said lying was first, then\ndisobedience to parents, breaking the Sabbath, swearing, stealing,\ndrunkenness.I don't remember just the order they came.It was very\ninteresting, for he told lots of stories and we sang a great many times.I should think Eddy Tousley would be an awful good boy with his father\nin the house with him all the while, but probably he has to be away part\nof the time preaching to other children._Sunday._--Uncle David Dudley Field and his daughter, Mrs.Brewer, of\nStockbridge, Mass., are visiting us.Brewer has a son, David\nJosiah, who is in Yale College.After he graduates he is going to be a\nlawyer and study in his Uncle David", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "He was born in Smyrna, Asia Minor, where his father and mother were\nmissionaries to the Greeks, in 1837.He is a very old man and left his sermon at home\nand I had to go back after it.His brother, Timothy, was the first\nminister in our church, about fifty years ago.Grandmother says she\ncame all the way from Connecticut with him on horseback on a pillion\nbehind him.The office is south of the kitchen.I heard her and Uncle\nDavid talking about their childhood and how they lived in Guilford,\nConn., in a house that was built upon a rock.That was some time in the\nlast century like the house that it tells about in the Bible that was\nbuilt on a rock._Sunday, August 10, 1854._--Rev.Daggett's text this morning was,\n\"Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy.\"Grandmother said she thought\nthe sermon did not do us much good for she had to tell us several times\nthis afternoon to stop laughing.Grandmother said we ought to be good\nSundays if we want to go to heaven, for there it is one eternal Sabbath.Anna said she didn't want to be an angel just yet and I don't think\nthere is the least danger of it, as far as I can judge.Grandmother said\nthere was another verse, \"If we do not have any pleasure on the Sabbath,\nor think any thoughts, we shall ride on the high places of the earth,\"\nand Anna said she liked that better, for she would rather ride than do\nanything else, so we both promised to be good.Grandfather told us they\nused to be more strict about Sunday than they are now.Then he told us a\nstory, how he had to go to Geneva one Saturday morning in the stage and\nexpected to come back in the evening, but there was an accident, so the\nstage did not come till Sunday morning.Church had begun and he told the\nstage driver to leave him right there, so he went in late and the stage\ndrove on.The next day he heard that he was to come before the minister,\nRev.I\nremember this particularly, as he was filling his wine-glass at the\ntime.He always drank one glass of wine before retiring, it being my\nduty to bring the decanter of sherry from the closet the last thing\nbefore leaving him.I was standing with my hand on the knob of the\nhall-door, but advanced as he said this and replied, 'I hope so, indeed,\nMr.'Then join me in drinking a glass of sherry,' said he,\nmotioning me to procure another glass from the closet.I did so, and he\npoured me out the wine with his own hand.I am not especially fond of\nsherry, but the occasion was a pleasant one and I drained my glass.I\nremember being slightly ashamed of doing so, for Mr.Leavenworth set his\ndown half full.It was half full when we found him this morning.\"Do what he would, and being a reserved man he appeared anxious to\ncontrol his emotion, the horror of his first shock seemed to overwhelm\nhim here.The office is north of the bedroom.Pulling his handkerchief", "question": "What is north of the bedroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\"Gentlemen, that is the last action of Mr.As he set the glass down on the table, I said good-night to him and\nleft the room.\"The bedroom is north of the garden.The coroner, with a characteristic imperviousness to all expressions\nof emotion, leaned back and surveyed the young man with a scrutinizing\nglance.\"Hear any thing or see anything unusual?\"Are you ready to swear that you neither\nmet anybody, heard anybody, nor saw anything which lingers yet in your\nmemory as unusual?\"Twice he opened his lips to speak,\nand as often closed them without doing so.At last, with an effort, he\nreplied:\n\n\"I saw one thing, a little thing, too slight to mention, but it was\nunusual, and I could not help thinking of it when you spoke.\"\"Miss Eleanore Leavenworth's.\"\"Where were you when you observed this fact?\"Probably at my own door, as I did not stop on\nthe way.If this frightful occurrence had not taken place I should never\nhave thought of it again.\"\"When you went into your room did you close your door?\"\"Did you hear nothing before you fell asleep?\"To tell the whole: I remember hearing, just as I\nwas falling into a doze, a rustle and a footstep in the hall; but it\nmade no impression upon me, and I dropped asleep.\"\"Some time later I woke, woke suddenly, as if something had startled me,\nbut what, a noise or move, I cannot say.I remember rising up in my bed\nand looking around, but hearing nothing further, soon yielded to the\ndrowsiness which possessed me and fell into a deep sleep.Here requested to relate how and when he became acquainted with the fact\nof the murder, he substantiated, in all particulars, the account of the\nmatter already given by the butler; which subject being exhausted, the\ncoroner went on to ask if he had noted the condition of the library\ntable after the body had been removed.\"The usual properties, sir, books, paper, a pen with the ink dried on\nit, besides the decanter and the wineglass from which he drank the night\nbefore.\"\"In regard to that decanter and glass,\" broke in the juryman of the\nwatch and chain, \"did you not say that the latter was found in the\nsame condition in which you saw it at the time you left Mr.Leavenworth\nsitting in his library?\"\"Yet he was in the habit of drinking a full glass?\"\"An interruption must then have ensued very close upon your departure,\nMr.A cold bluish pallor suddenly broke out upon the young man's face.He\nstarted, and for a moment looked as if struck by some horrible thought.\"That does not follow, sir,\" he articulated with some difficulty.Leavenworth might--\" but suddenly stopped, as if too much distressed to\nproceed.Harwell, let us hear what you have to say.\"\"There is nothing,\" he returned faintly, as if battling with some strong\nemotion.The office is south of the garden.As he had not been answering a question, only volunteering an\nexplanation, the coroner let it pass; but I saw more", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The\ncoroner, ignoring in his easy way both the emotion and the universal\nexcitement it had produced, now proceeded to ask: \"Do you know whether\nthe key to the library was in its place when you left the room last\nnight?\"\"No, sir; I did not notice.\"\"At all events, the door was locked in the morning, and the key gone?\"\"Then whoever committed this murder locked the door on passing out, and\ntook away the key?\"The coroner turning, faced the jury with an earnest look.\"Gentlemen,\"\nsaid he, \"there seems to be a mystery in regard to this key which must\nbe looked into.\"Immediately a universal murmur swept through the room, testifying to the\nacquiescence of all present.The little juryman hastily rising proposed\nthat an instant search should be made for it; but the coroner, turning\nupon him with what I should denominate as a quelling look, decided\nthat the inquest should proceed in the usual manner, till the verbal\ntestimony was all in.\"Then allow me to ask a question,\" again volunteered the irrepressible.Harwell, we are told that upon the breaking in of the library door\nthis morning, Mr.Leavenworth's two nieces followed you into the room.\"\"One of them, sir, Miss Eleanore.\"\"Is Miss Eleanore the one who is said to be Mr.\"No, sir, that is Miss Mary.\"The bedroom is north of the hallway.\"That she gave orders,\" pursued the juryman, \"for the removal of the\nbody into the further room?\"\"And that you obeyed her by helping to carry it in?\"\"Now, in thus passing through the rooms, did you observe anything to\nlead you to form a suspicion of the murderer?\"\"I have no suspicion,\" he emphatically\nsaid.The garden is south of the hallway.There was a young girl, Eleanor\nRandolph, a beauty.I shall never forget the way she entered those\nEnglish drawing-rooms.They visited us once in Beacon Street,\nafterwards.And I have heard that there are a great many good Southern\nfamilies here in St.\"You did not glean that from Judge Whipple's letter, mother,\" said\nStephen, mischievously.\"He was very frank in his letter,\" sighed Mrs.\"I imagine he is always frank, to put it delicately.\"\"Your father always spoke in praise of Silas Whipple, my dear.I have\nheard him call him one of the ablest lawyers in the country.He won a\nremarkable case for Appleton here, and he once said that the Judge\nwould have sat on the Supreme Bench if he had not been pursued with such\nrelentlessness by rascally politicians.\"\"The Judge indulges in a little relentlessness now and then, himself.He is not precisely what might be termed a mild man, if what we hear is\ncorrect.\"\"Well, there was a gentleman on the steamboat who said that it took\nmore courage to enter the Judge's private office than to fight a Border\nRuffian.And another, a young lawyer, who declared that he would rather\nface a wild cat than ask Whipple a question on the new code.And yet he\nsaid that the", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "And lastly,\nthere is a polished gentleman named Hopper here from Massachusetts who\nenlightened me a little more.\"He saw that she was distressed by\nthese things.Heaven knows that she had borne enough trouble in the last\nfew months.\"Come, mother,\" he said gently, \"you should know how to take my jokes by\nthis time.I am sure the Judge is a good man,--one of\nthose aggressive good men who make enemies.I have but a single piece of\nguilt to accuse him of.\"\"The cunning forethought which he is showing in wishing to have it said\nthat a certain Senator and Judge Brice was trained in his office.\"Her eye wandered around the room,--Widow Crane's best bedroom.It was\ndimly lighted by an extremely ugly lamp.The hideous stuffy bed curtains\nand the more hideous imitation marble mantel were the two objects that\nheld her glance.But Stephen,\nwho knew his mother, felt that her little elation over her arrival had\nebbed, Neither would confess dejection to the other.\"I--even I--\" said Stephen, tapping his chest, \"have at least made\nthe acquaintance of one prominent citizen, Mr.The hallway is south of the garden.Dickens, he is a true American gentleman, for he chews\ntobacco.Louis five years, is now assistant manager\nof the largest dry goods house, and still lives in one of Miss\nCrane's four-dollar rooms.I think we may safely say that he will be a\nmillionaire before I am a senator.\"He put his hands in his pockets and walked over to the window.\"I think that it would be better if I did the same thing.\"\"What do you mean, my son--\"\n\n\"If I went to work,--started sweeping out a store, I mean.See here,\nmother, you've sacrificed enough for me already.After paying father's\ndebts, we've come out here with only a few thousand dollars, and the\nnine hundred I saved out of this year's Law School allowance.What shall\nwe do when that is gone?The honorable legal profession, as my friend\nreminded me to-night, is not the swiftest road to millions.\"With a mother's discernment she guessed the agitation, he was striving\nto hide; she knew that he had been gathering courage for this moment for\nmonths.And she knew that he was renouncing thus lightly, for her sake\nan ambition he had had from his school days.The kitchen is south of the hallway.Widow passed her hand over her brow.It was a space before she answered\nhim.\"My son,\" she said, let us never speak of this again:\n\n\"It was your father's dearest wish that you should become a lawyer\nand--and his wishes are sacred God will take care of us.\"\"Remember, my dear, when you go to Judge Whipple in the morning,\nremember his kindness, and--.\"A while later he stole gently back into her room again.She was on her\nknees by the walnut bedstead.At nine the next manning Stephen left Miss Crane's, girded for the\nstruggle with the redoubtable Silas Whipple.He was not afraid", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Dragons as a rule have had a hard rime in their youths, and\nbelieve in others having a hard time.To a young man, who as his father's heir in Boston had been the\nsubject of marked consideration by his elders, the situation was keenly\ndistasteful.So presently, after inquiry,\nhe came to the open square where the new Court House stood, the dome\nof which was indicated by a mass of staging, and one wing still to be\ncompleted.Across from the building, on Market Street, and in the middle\nof the block, what had once been a golden hand pointed up a narrow dusty\nstairway.The bedroom is west of the bathroom.Here was a sign, \"Law office of Silas Whipple.\"Stephen climbed the stairs, and arrived at a ground glass door, on which\nthe sign was repeated.Behind that door was the future: so he opened it\nfearfully, with an impulse to throw his arm above his head.But he was\nstruck dumb on beholding, instead of a dragon, a good-natured young\nman who smiled a broad welcome.The reaction was as great as though one\nentered a dragon's den, armed to the teeth, to find a St.Stephen's heart went out to this young man,--after that organ had jumped\nback into its place.Even the\nlong black coat which custom then decreed could not hide the bone and\nsinew under it.The young man had a broad forehead, placid Dresden-blue\neyes, flaxen hair, and the German coloring.Across one of his high\ncheek-bones was a great jagged scar which seemed to add distinction\nto his appearance.That caught Stephen's eye, and held it.He wondered\nwhether it were the result of an encounter with the Judge.he asked, in the accents of an educated\nGerman.\"Yes,\" said Stephen, \"if he isn't busy.\"\"He is out,\" said the other, with just a suspicion of a 'd' in the word.\"You know he is much occupied now, fighting election frauds.\"I am a stranger here,\" said Stephen.exclaimed the German, \"now I know you, Mr.The young\none from Boston the Judge spoke of.But you did not tell him of your\narrival.\"\"Why did you leave without a word of farewell to your friends?\"\"Has any of my friends\ncared--sincerely cared?The bathroom is west of the kitchen.Has any one so much as inquired for me?\"\"They thought you were called to Europe, suddenly,\" she replied.\"For which thinking you were responsible, Elaine.\"\"It was because of the failure,\" she said.\"You were the largest\ncreditor--you disappeared--there were queries and rumors--and I thought\nit best to tell.\"On the contrary,\" he said, \"I am very, very grateful to know that some\none thought of me.\"Another moment, and he might\nhave said what he knew was folly.Her body close to his, his arm around\nher, the splendor of her bared shoulders, the perfume of her hair, the\nglory of her face, were overcoming him, were intoxicating his senses,\nwere drugging him into non-resistance.The", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "He shook himself--like a man rousing from dead\nsleep--and took her back to their party.The next instant, as she was whirled away by another, she shot him an\nalluringly fascinating smile, of intimate camaraderie, of\nunderstanding, which well-nigh put him to sleep again.\"I would that I might get such a smile,\" sighed Macloud.\"She has the same smile for all\nher friends, so don't be silly.\"\"Moreover, if it's a different smile, the field is open.The office is east of the garden.\"Can a man be scratched _after_ he has won?\"Croyden retorted, as he turned away to search for his\npartner.When the Hop was over, they said good-night at the foot of the stairs,\nin the Exchange.\"We shall see you in the morning, of course--we leave about ten\no'clock,\" said Miss Cavendish.\"We shall be gone long before you are awake,\" answered Croyden.And,\nwhen she looked at him inquiringly, he added: \"It's an appointment that\nmay not be broken.\"\"Well, till Northumberland, then!\"But Elaine Cavendish's only reply was a meaning nod and another\nfascinating smile.As they entered their own rooms, a little later, Macloud, in the lead,\nswitched on the lights--and stopped!\"Hello!--our wallets, by all that's good!\"cried Croyden, springing in, and stumbling over Macloud in\nhis eagerness.He seized his wallet!--A touch, and the story was told.The garden is east of the kitchen.No need to\ninvestigate--it was as empty as the day it came from the shop, save for\na few visiting cards, and some trifling memoranda.\"You didn't fancy you would find it?\"\"No, I didn't, but damn!\"But the pity is that\nwon't help us.They've got old Parmenter's letter--and our ready cash\nas well; but the cash does not count.\"\"It counts with me,\" said Croyden.\"I'm out something over a\nhundred--and that's considerable to me now.he asked.... \"Thank you!--The\noffice says, they were found by one of the bell-boys in a garbage can\non King George Street.\"\"If they mean fight, I reckon we can\naccommodate them.IX\n\nTHE WAY OUT\n\n\n\"I've been thinking,\" said Croyden, as they footed it across the Severn\nbridge, \"that, if we knew the year in which the light-house was\nerected, we could get the average encroachment of the sea every year,\nand, by a little figuring, arrive at where the point was in 1720.It\nwould be approximate, of course, but it would give us a\nstart--something more definite than we have now.For all we know\nParmenter's treasure may be a hundred yards out in the Bay.\"\"And if we don't find the date, here,\" he added, \"we\ncan go to Washington and get it from the Navy Department.An inquiry\nfrom Senator Rickrose will", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"At the same time, why shouldn't we get permission to camp on the Point\nfor a few weeks?\"\"It would make it easy for us to\ndig and investigate, and fish and measure, in fact, do whatever we\nwished.Having a permit from the Department, would remove all\nsuspicion.\"We're fond of the open--with a town convenient!\"\"I know Rickrose well, we can go down this afternoon and see\nhim.He will be so astonished that we are not seeking a political\nfavor, he will go to the Secretary himself and make ours a personal\nrequest.Then we will get the necessary camp stuff, and be right on the\njob.\"They had passed the Experiment Station and the Rifle Range, and were\nrounding the shoal onto the Point, when the trotting of a rapidly\napproaching horse came to them from the rear.\"Suppose we conceal ourselves, and take a look,\" suggested Macloud.He pointed to some rocks and bushes that lined the roadway.The next\ninstant, they had disappeared behind them.A moment more, and the horse and buggy came into view.In it were two\nmen--of medium size, dressed quietly, with nothing about them to\nattract attention, save that the driver had a hook-nose, and the other\nwas bald, as the removal of his hat, an instant, showed.\"Yes--I'll bet a hundred on it!\"\"Greenberry Point seems far off,\" said the driver--\"I wonder if we can\nhave taken the wrong road?\"\"This is the only one we could take,\" the other answered, \"so we must\nbe right.\"Cussing himself for----\" The rest was lost in the noise of the team.said Croyden, lifting himself from a bed of stones\nand vines.And if I had a gun, I'd give the\nCoroner a job with both of you.\"\"It would be most effective,\" he said.\"But could we carry it off\ncleanly?The law is embarrassing if we're detected, you know.\"\"I never was more so,\" the other answered.\"I'd shoot those scoundrels\ndown without a second's hesitation, if I could do it and not be\ncaught.\"\"However, your idea isn't\nhalf bad; they wouldn't hesitate to do the same to us.\"They won't hesitate--and, what's more, they have the nerve to\ntake the chance.Let me at least try to feel\nmyself in the ranks with my fellow-men.It is true, that I would rather\nnot hear either your well-founded ridicule or your judicious strictures.Though not averse to finding fault with myself, and conscious of\ndeserving lashes, I like to keep the scourge in my own discriminating\nhand.I never felt myself sufficiently meritorious to like being hated\nas a proof of my superiority, or so thirsty for improvement as to desire\nthat all my acquaintances should give me their candid opinion of me.The garden is east of the bathroom.I\nreally do not want to learn from my enemies: I prefer having none to\nlearn from.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.Instead of being glad when men use me despitefully, I wish\nthey would behave better and find a", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "In brief, after a close intimacy with myself for\na longer period than I choose to mention, I find within me a permanent\nlonging for approbation, sympathy, and love.Yet I am a bachelor, and the person I love best has never loved me, or\nknown that I loved her.Though continually in society, and caring about\nthe joys and sorrows of my neighbours, I feel myself, so far as my\npersonal lot is concerned, uncared for and alone.\"Your own fault, my\ndear fellow!\"said Minutius Felix, one day that I had incautiously\nmentioned this uninteresting fact.And he was right--in senses other\nthan he intended.The kitchen is east of the bathroom.Why should I expect to be admired, and have my company\ndoated on?I have done no services to my country beyond those of every\npeaceable orderly citizen; and as to intellectual contribution, my only\npublished work was a failure, so that I am spoken of to inquiring\nbeholders as \"the author of a book you have probably not seen.\"(The\nwork was a humorous romance, unique in its kind, and I am told is much\ntasted in a Cherokee translation, where the jokes are rendered with all\nthe serious eloquence characteristic of the Red races.)This sort of\ndistinction, as a writer nobody is likely to have read, can hardly\ncounteract an indistinctness in my articulation, which the\nbest-intentioned loudness will not remedy.Then, in some quarters my\nawkward feet are against me, the length of my upper lip, and an\ninveterate way I have of walking with my head foremost and my chin\nprojecting.One can become only too well aware of such things by looking\nin the glass, or in that other mirror held up to nature in the frank\nopinions of street-boys, or of our Free People travelling by excursion\ntrain; and no doubt they account for the half-suppressed smile which I\nhave observed on some fair faces when I have first been presented before\nthem.This direct perceptive judgment is not to be argued against.But I\nam tempted to remonstrate when the physical points I have mentioned are\napparently taken to warrant unfavourable inferences concerning my mental\nquickness.The hallway is west of the bathroom.With all the increasing uncertainty which modern progress has\nthrown over the relations of mind and body, it seems tolerably clear\nthat wit cannot be seated in the upper lip, and that the balance of the\nhaunches in walking has nothing to do with the subtle discrimination of\nideas.Yet strangers evidently do not expect me to make a clever\nobservation, and my good things are as unnoticed as if they were\nanonymous pictures.I have indeed had the mixed satisfaction of finding\nthat when they were appropriated by some one else they were found\nremarkable and even brilliant.It is to be borne in mind that I am not\nrich, have neither stud nor cellar, and no very high connections such as\ngive to a look of imbecility a certain prestige of inheritance through a\ntitled line; just as \"the Austrian lip\" confers a grandeur of historical\nassociations on a kind of feature which might make us reject an", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "I have now and then done harm to a good cause by\nspeaking for it in public, and have discovered too late that my attitude\non the occasion would more suitably have been that of negative\nbeneficence.Is it really to the advantage of an opinion that I should\nbe known to hold it?And as to the force of my arguments, that is a\nsecondary consideration with audiences who have given a new scope to the\n_ex pede Herculem_ principle, and from awkward feet infer awkward\nfallacies.Once, when zeal lifted me on my legs, I distinctly heard an\nenlightened artisan remark, \"Here's a rum cut!\"--and doubtless he\nreasoned in the same way as the elegant Glycera when she politely puts\non an air of listening to me, but elevates her eyebrows and chills her\nglance in sign of predetermined neutrality: both have their reasons for\njudging the quality of my speech beforehand.This sort of reception to a man of affectionate disposition, who has\nalso the innocent vanity of desiring to be agreeable, has naturally a\ndepressing if not embittering tendency; and in early life I began to\nseek for some consoling point of view, some warrantable method of\nsoftening the hard peas I had to walk on, some comfortable fanaticism\nwhich might supply the needed self-satisfaction.At one time I dwelt\nmuch on the idea of compensation; trying to believe that I was all the\nwiser for my bruised vanity, that I had the higher place in the true\nspiritual scale, and even that a day might come when some visible\ntriumph would place me in the French heaven of having the laughers on my\nside.The hallway is east of the kitchen.But I presently perceived that this was a very odious sort of\nself-cajolery.Was it in the least true that I was wiser than several of\nmy friends who made an excellent figure, and were perhaps praised a\nlittle beyond their merit?The bedroom is west of the kitchen.Is the ugly unready man in the corner,\noutside the current of conversation, really likely to have a fairer\nview of things than the agreeable talker, whose success strikes the\nunsuccessful as a repulsive example of forwardness and conceit?And as\nto compensation in future years, would the fact that I myself got it\nreconcile me to an order of things in which I could see a multitude with\nas bad a share as mine, who, instead of getting their corresponding\ncompensation, were getting beyond the reach of it in old age?What could\nbe more contemptible than the mood of mind which makes a man measure the\njustice of divine or human law by the agreeableness of his own shadow\nand the ample satisfaction of his own desires?[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration]\n\nTHE BROWNIES AT NIAGARA FALLS.[Illustration]\n\n    The Brownies' Band, while passing through\n    The country with some scheme in view,\n    Paused in their race, and well they might,\n    When broad Niagara came in sight.Said one: \"Give ear to what I say,\n    I've been a traveler in", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Niagara is the fall\n    That truly overtops them all--\n    The children prattle of its tide,\n    And age repeats its name with pride\n    The school-boy draws it on his slate,\n    The preacher owns its moral weight;\n    The tourist views it dumb with awe,\n    The Indian paints it for his squaw,\n    And tells how many a warrior true\n    Went o'er it in his bark canoe,\n    And never after friend or foe\n    Got sight of man or boat below.\"The hallway is south of the bathroom.Another said: \"The Brownie Band\n    Upon the trembling brink may stand,\n    Where kings and queens have sighed to be,\n    But dare not risk themselves at sea.\"[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n        Some played along the shelving ledge\n        That beetled o'er the river's edge;\n        Some gazed in meditation deep\n        Upon the water's fearful leap;\n        Some went below, to crawl about\n        Behind the fall, that shooting out\n        Left space where they might safely stand\n        And view the scene so wild and grand.Some climbed the trees of cedar kind,\n        That o'er the rushing stream inclined,\n    To find a seat, to swing and frisk\n    And bend the boughs at fearful risk;\n    Until the rogues could dip and lave\n    Their toes at times beneath the wave.The bathroom is south of the kitchen.Still more and more would venture out\n        In spite of every warning shout.At last the weight that dangled there\n        Was greater than the tree could bear.And then the snapping roots let go\n        Their hold upon the rocks below,\n        And leaping out away it rode\n        Upon the stream with all its load!Then shouts that rose above the roar\n        Went up from tree-top, and from shore,\n        When it was thought that half the band\n        Was now forever leaving land.It chanced, for reasons of their own,\n        Some men around that tree had thrown\n        A lengthy rope that still was strong\n        And stretching fifty feet along.Before it disappeared from sight,\n        The Brownies seized it in their might,\n        And then a strain for half an hour\n        Went on between the mystic power", "question": "What is the bathroom north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "But true to friends the\n        Brownies strained,\n        And inch by inch the tree was gained.Across the awful bend it passed\n        With those in danger clinging fast,\n        And soon it reached the rocky shore\n        With all the Brownies safe once more.And then, as morning showed her face,\n        The Brownies hastened from the place.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE BROWNIES' GARDEN.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n                One night, as spring began to show\n                In buds above and blades below,\n                The Brownies reached a garden square\n                That seemed in need of proper care.Said one, \"Neglected ground like this\n                Must argue some one most remiss,\n                Or beds and paths would here be found\n                Instead of rubbish scattered round.Old staves, and boots, and woolen strings,\n                With bottles, bones, and wire-springs,\n    Are quite unsightly things to see\n    Where tender plants should sprouting be.This work must be progressing soon,\n    If blossoms are to smile in June.\"A second said, \"Let all give heed:\n    On me depend to find the seed.The bedroom is east of the bathroom.For, thanks to my foreseeing mind,\n    To merchants' goods we're not confined.Last autumn, when the leaves grew sere\n    And birds sought regions less severe,\n    One night through gardens fair I sped,\n    And gathered seeds from every bed;\n    Then placed them in a hollow tree,\n    Where still they rest.So trust to me\n    To bring supplies, while you prepare\n    The mellow garden-soil with care.\"[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n    Another cried, \"While some one goes\n    To find the shovels, rakes, and hoes,\n    That in the sheds are stowed away,\n    We'll use this plow as best we may.Our arms, united at the chain,\n                Will not be exercised in vain,\n                But, as if colts were inThe kitchen is east of the bedroom.", "question": "What is the bathroom west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The garden is north of the hallway.I know how deep the share should go,\n    And how the sods to overthrow.So not a patch of ground the size\n    Of this old cap, when flat it lies,\n    But shall attentive care receive,\n                    And be improved before we leave.\"Then some to guide the plow began,\n                    Others the walks and beds to plan.And soon they gazed with anxious eyes\n                    For those who ran for seed-supplies.But, when they came, one had his say,\n                    And thus explained the long delay:\n                    \"A woodchuck in the tree had made\n                    His bed just where the seeds were laid.We wasted half an hour at least\n                    In striving to dislodge the beast;\n          Until at length he turned around,\n          Then, quick as thought, without a sound,\n          And ere he had his bearings got,\n          The rogue was half across the lot.\"Then seed was sown in various styles,\n    In circles, squares, and single files;\n    While here and there, in central parts,\n    They fashioned diamonds, stars, and hearts,\n    Some using rake, some plying hoe,\n    Some making holes where seed should go;\n    While some laid garden tools aside\n    And to the soil their hands applied.To stakes and racks more were assigned,\n    That climbing-vines support might find.Cried one, \"Here, side by side, will stand\n    The fairest flowers in the land.The thrifty bees for miles around\n    Ere long will seek this plot of ground,\n    And be surprised to find each morn\n    New blossoms do each bed adorn.And in their own peculiar screed\n    Will bless the hands that sowed the seed.\"The kitchen is north of the garden.And while that night they labored there,\n    The cunning rogues had taken care\n    With sticks and strings to nicely frame\n    In line the letters of their name.We were not fast walkers, and, besides, we did not know the\nstraightest road to Nerac, so we were four days on the journey.When\nwe entered the inn of the Three Black Crows we had just enough money\nleft to pay for a bottle of red wine.We called for it, and sat\ndrinking.", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "While we were there a spirit entered in the shape of a man.This spirit, whom I did not then know to be a demon, sat talking with\nthe landlord of the Three Black Crows.He looked towards the place\nwhere we were sitting, and I wondered whether he and the landlord were\ntalking of us; I could not tell, because what they said did not reach\nmy ears.He went away, and we went away, too, some time afterwards.We\nwanted another bottle of red wine, but the landlord would not give it\nto us without our paying for it, and we had no money; our pockets were\nbare.Before we entered the Three Black Crows we had found out\nDoctor Louis's house, and knew exactly how it was situated; there\nwould be no difficulty in finding it later on, despite the darkness.We had decided not to make the attempt until at least two hours past\nmidnight, but, for all that, when we left the inn we walked in the\ndirection of the doctor's house.I do not know if we should have\ncontinued our way, because, although I saw nothing and heard nothing,\nI had a fancy that we were being followed; I couldn't say by what, but\nthe idea was in my mind.So, talking quietly together, he and I\ndetermined to turn back to some woods on the outskirts of Nerac which\nwe had passed through before we reached the village, and there to\nsleep an hour or two till the time arrived to put our plan into\nexecution.Back we turned, and as we went there came a sign to me.I\ndon't know how; it was through the senses, for I don't remember\nhearing anything that I could not put down to the wind.My mate heard\nit too, and we stopped in fear.We stood quiet a long while, and\nheard nothing.Then my mate said, 'It was the wind;' and we went on\ntill we came to the woods, which we entered.Down upon the ground we\nthrew ourselves, and in a minute my mate was asleep.Not so I; but I\npretended to be.I did not move;\nI even breathed regularly to put it off the scent.Presently it\ndeparted, and I opened my eyes; nothing was near us.Then, being tired\nwith the long day's walk, and knowing that there was work before us\nwhich would be better done after a little rest, I fell asleep myself.We both slept, I can't say how long, but from the appearance of the\nnight I judged till about the time we had resolved to do our work.I\nwoke first, and awoke my mate, and off we set to the doctor's house.We reached it in less than an hour, and nothing disturbed us on the\nway.The bedroom is east of the bathroom.That made me think that I had been deceived, and that my senses\nhad been playing tricks with me.I told my mate of my fears, and he\nlaughed at me, and I laughed, too, glad to be relieved.We walked\nround the doctor's house, to decide where we should commence.The office is west of the bathroom.The\nfront of it faces the road, and we thought that too dangerous, so", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "We were very quiet; no fear of our\nbeing heard.The hole being bored, it was easy to cut away wood enough\nto enable us to open the window and make our way into the house.We\ndid not intend violence, that is, not more than was necessary for our\nsafety.The office is south of the bedroom.We had talked it over, and had decided that no blood was to be\nshed.Our plan was to gag and tie\nup any one who interfered with us.My mate and I had had no quarrel;\nwe were faithful partners; and I had no other thought than to remain\ntrue to him as he had no other thought than to remain true to me.Share and share alike--that was what we both intended.So he worked\naway at the shutter, while I looked on.A blow came,\nfrom the air it seemed, and down fell my mate, struck dead!He did not\nmove; he did not speak; he died, unshriven.I looked down, dazed, when\nI heard a swishing sound in the air behind me, as though a great club\nwas making a circle and about to fall upon my head.The hallway is south of the office.It was all in a\nminute, and I turned and saw the demon.I\nslanted my body aside, and the club, instead of falling upon my head,\nfell upon my shoulder.I ran for my life, and down came another blow,\non my head this time, but it did not kill me.I raced like a madman,\ntearing at the bushes, and the demon after me.I was struck again and\nagain, but not killed.Wounded and bleeding, I continued my flight,\ntill flat I fell like a log.Not because all my strength was gone; no,\nthere was still a little left; but I showed myself more cunning than\nthe demon, for down I went as if I was dead, and he left me, thinking\nme so.Then, when he was gone, I opened my eyes, and managed to drag\nmyself away to the place where I was found yesterday more dead than\nalive.I did not kill my mate; I never raised my hand against him.What I have said is the truth, as I hope for mercy in the next world,\nif I don't get it in this!\"This was the incredible story related to me by the villain who had\nthreatened the life of the woman I loved; for he did not deceive me;\nmurder was in his heart, and his low cunning only served to show him\nin a blacker light.I\nreleased him from the spell I had cast upon him, and he stood before\nme, shaking and trembling, with a look in his eyes as though he had\njust been awakened from sleep.\"You have confessed all,\" I said, meeting cunning with cunning.Then I told him that he had made a full confession of his crime, and\nin the telling expounded my own theory, as if it had come from his\nlips, of the thoughts which led to it, and of its final committal--my\nhope being that he would even now admit that he was the murderer.\"If I have said as much,\" he said, \"it is you who have driven", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "But it is not possible, because what you have told me is\nfalse from beginning to end.\"So I left him, amazed at his dogged, determined obstinacy, which I\nknew would not avail him.I have been reading over the record I have written of my life, which\nhas been made with care and a strict adherence to the truth.I am at\nthe present hour sitting alone in the house I have taken and\nfurnished, and to which I hope shortly to bring my beloved Lauretta as\nmy wife.One fails to\nstart, and the other starts to fail.What is that thing, and the name of a bird, which, if we had not, we\nshould die?What other edifice does a man sometimes carry about with him besides a\nsty in his eye!What word it is of only three syllables which combines in it twenty-six\nletters?If I were to see you riding on a donkey, what fruit should I be\nreminded of?What flowers are there between a lady's nose and chin?The office is east of the garden.O and P run a race; we bet upon O, but P wins; why are we then like\nthe fragrant Latakiah which is given us when we ask for the homely\nbird's-eye?Because it was wrong tobacco (to back O).Why is a woman's beauty like a ten-dollar greenback?What part of Spain does our cat, sleeping by herself on the hearth-rug,\nresemble?Because it isn't fit for use till it's\nbroken.Why is a fashionable woman like a successful gambler?When does a lady think her husband a Hercules?When he can't get on\nwithout his \"club!\"A member of the Travelers' wants to know what dish he must have ordered\nfor dinner to be like one journeying to Tangier?We say he must be\ngoing to Africa see ('ave fricassee).Because she is sure to be in a quiver till\nher beau comes, and can't go off without one.What letter in the Dutch alphabet will name an English lady of title?A\nDutch--S.\n\nWhen is a secret like a paint-brush?When it's in violet (inviolate).Because the cattle eat it (cat'll eat\nit).Why is tea more generally drunk now than a year or two back?Because, having got rid of the garroters, we are less accustomed to\nchoke-o'-late (chocolate).There's a word composed of three letters alone\n      Which reads backwards and forwards the same;\n    It expresses the sentiments warm from the heart,\n      And to beauty lays principal claim!Why is it impossible for a swell who lisps to believe in the existence\nof young ladies?Why is the isthmus of Suez like the first _u_ in \"cucumber?\"What Christian name, besides Anna, reads the same both ways?The bedroom is east of the office.When is a cigar like a shoulder of pork?A Fiddle D.D.--A doctor of divinity who plays the violin.Why is a whisper like a forged $5 note?Because it's uttered--but not\naloud (allowed).What river is", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "When a boy falls into the water, what is the first thing he does?When can an Irish servant answer two questions at the same time?When\nasked, \"What o'clock, and where's the cold chicken?\"if she replies,\n\"Sure it's ate!\"Who was the first man condemned to hard labor for life?A receipt given you by a lady on paying your\naddresses.What herb is most injurious to a lady's beauty?When does a man have to keep his word?Because they nose (knows)\neverything?Why is the French cook at the Union Club like a man sitting on the\ntop of a shot-tower?Because they are both in a high cool an' airy\n(culinary) situation!Talking about colts (pistols, revolvers, etc.), how is it that guns can\nkick when they have no legs?Why, they kick with their breeches, of\ncourse.Who were your grandfather's first cousin's sister's son's brother's\nforefathers?Why, his aunt's sisters, of course (ancestors).What fashionable game do frogs play at--besides leap-frog?Who was the first whistler, and what tune did he whistle?The\nwind--\"Over the hills and far away!\"Why is a youth encouraging a mustache like a cow's tail?What contains more feet in winter than in summer?When may you be said to literally \"drink in\" music?When you have a\npiano for tea.If you were invited to an assembly, what single word would call the\nmusicians to their posts, and at the same time tell you the hour to\nbegin dancing?What word is there of eight letters which has five of them the same?What is the difference between homicide and pig-sticking?One is\nassault with intent to kill, the other a kill with intent to salt.Why do rusty iron spikes on a wall remind you of ice?Because they are\nso often called a \"shiver de freeze.\"The hallway is north of the bedroom.Why is a room full of married folks like a room empty?Because there is\nnot a single person in it.What is that which makes everything visible, but is itself unseen?My first's a dirty little brute,\n      My second's at the end on't;\n    My third, like many an honest man,\n      Is on a fool dependent.Because it doesn't know how to\nconduct itself.What are the most disagreeable articles for a man to keep on hand?Which one of the Seven Wonders of the World are locomotive engines\nlike?The coal-horses of roads (Colossus of Rhodes).Why is a judge's nose like the middle of the earth?Do you know what the _oldest_ piece of furniture in the world is?Why is a pretty girl's pleased-merry-bright-laughing eye no better than\nan eye destroyed?The bathroom is south of the bedroom.Because it's an-eye-elated.What is the first thing you do when you get into bed?What's the difference between a professional piano-forte player and one\nthat hears him?One plays for his pay, the other pays for his play.What makes a pet dog wag his", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Because he's\ngot one to wag.What stone should have been placed at the gate of Eden after the\nexpulsion?The office is east of the bathroom.The office is west of the hallway.My number, definite and known,\n      Is ten times ten, told ten times o'er;\n    Though half of me is one alone,\n      And half exceeds all count and score.Because they mew-till-late and\ndestroy patients.What is the proper length for ladies' crinoline?What makes more noise than a pig in a sty?Why is a hog in a parlor like a house on fire?I highly priz'd Eloquence, and was in love with Poetry; but I esteem'd\nboth the one and the other, rather gifts of the Minde, then the fruits\nof study.Those who have the strongest reasoning faculties, and who best\ndigest their thoughts, to render them the more clear and intelligible,\nmay always the better perswade what they propose, although they should\nspeak but a corrupt dialect, and had never learnt Rhetorick: And those\nwhose inventions are most pleasing, and can express them with most\nornament and sweetness, will still be the best Poets; although ignorant\nof the Art of Poetry.Beyond all, I was most pleas'd with the Mathematicks, for the certainty\nand evidence of the reasons thereof; but I did not yet observe their\ntrue use, and thinking that it served only for Mechanick Arts; I\nwondred, that since the grounds thereof were so firm and solid, that\nnothing more sublime had been built thereon.As on the contrary, I\ncompar'd the writings of the Ancient heathen which treated of Manner, to\nmost proud and stately Palaces which were built only on sand and mire,\nthey raise the vertues very high, and make them appear estimable above\nall the things in the world; but they doe not sufficiently instruct us\nin the knowledg of them, and often what they call by that fair Name, is\nbut a stupidness, or an act of pride, or of despair, or a paricide.I reverenc'd our Theology, and pretended to heaven as much as any; But\nhaving learnt as a most certain Truth, that the way to it, is no less\nopen to the most ignorant, then to the most learned; and that those\nrevealed truths which led thither, were beyond our understanding, I\ndurst not submit to the weakness of my ratiocination.And I thought,\nthat to undertake to examine them, and to succeed in it, requir'd some\nextraordinary assistance from heaven, and somewhat more then Man.I\nshall say nothing of Philosophy, but that seeing it hath been cultivated\nby the most excellent wits, which have liv'd these many ages, and that\nyet there is nothing which is undisputed, and by consequence, which is\nnot doubtfull.I could not presume so far, as to hope to succeed better\nthen others.And considering how many different opinions there may be on\nthe same thing, maintain'd by learned Men, and yet that there never can\nbe but one only Truth, I rep", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "As for other Sciences, since they borrow their Principles from\nPhilosophy, I judg'd that nothing which was solid could be built upon\nsuch unsound foundations; and neither honour nor wealth were sufficient\nto invite me to the study of them.For (I thank God) I found not my self\nin a condition which obliged me to make a Trade of Letters for the\nrelief of my fortune.And although I made it not my profession to\ndespise glory with the Cynick; yet did I little value that which I could\nnot acquire but by false pretences.And lastly, for unwarrantable\nStudies, I thought I already too well understood what they were, to be\nany more subject to be deceived, either by the promises of an Alchymist,\nor by the predictions of an Astrologer, or by the impostures of a\nMagician, or by the artifice or brags of those who profess to know more\nthen they do.The bathroom is north of the garden.By reason whereof, as soon as my years freed me from the subjection of\nmy Tutors, I wholly gave over the study of Letters, and resolving to\nseek no other knowledge but what I could finde in my self, or in the\ngreat book of the World, I imployed the rest of my youth in Travell, to\nsee Courts and Armies, to frequent people of severall humors and\nconditions, to gain experience, to hazard my self in those encounters of\nfortune which should occurr; and every-where to make such a reflection\non those things which presented themselves to me, that I might draw\nprofit from them.The bedroom is south of the garden.For (me thought) I could meet with far more truth in\nthe discourses which every man makes touching those affairs which\nconcern him, whose event would quickly condemn him, if he had judg'd\namisse; then amongst those which letter'd Men make in their closets\ntouching speculations, which produce no effect, and are of no\nconsequence to them, but that perhaps they may gain so much the more\nvanity, as they are farther different from the common understanding:\nForasmuch as he must have imployed the more wit and subtilty in\nendeavouring to render them probable.And I had always an extreme desire\nto learn to distinguish Truth from Falshood, that I might see cleerly\ninto my actions, and passe this life with assurance.Its true, that whiles I did but consider the Manners of other men, I\nfound little or nothing wherein I might confirm my self: And I observ'd\nin them even as much diversity as I had found before in the opinions of\nthe Philosophers: So that the greatest profit I could reap from them\nwas, that seeing divers things, which although they seem to us very\nextravagant and ridiculous, are nevertheless commonly received and\napproved by other great Nations, I learn'd to beleeve nothing too\nfirmly, of what had been onely perswaded me by example or by custom, and\nso by little and little I freed my self from many errors, which might\neclipse our naturall light, and render us lesse able to comprehend\nreason", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The bedroom is south of the garden.But after I had imployed some years in thus studying the Book of\nthe World, and endeavouring to get experience, I took one day a\nresolution to study also within my self, and to employ all the forces of\nmy minde in the choice of the way I was to follow: which (me thought)\nsucceeded much better, then if I had never estranged my self from my\nCountry, or from my Books.I was then in _Germany_, whither the occasion of the Wars (which are not\nyet finished) call'd me; and as I return'd from the Emperors Coronation\ntowards the Army, the beginning of Winter stopt me in a place, where\nfinding no conversation to divert me and on the other sides having by\ngood fortune no cares nor passions which troubled me, I stayd alone the\nwhole day, shut up in my Stove, where I had leasure enough to entertain\nmy self with my thoughts.Gentlemen, can you explain your ex-brother's meaning here?Surely you are\nnot all so hard-hearted that you would be angry because a poor wry-necked\nfellow had been cured in five minutes.To be serious, I ask you to think of \"the finest anatomists in the world\"\ndoing their \"original research\" work in the dissecting-room under the\ndirection of a man of the scholarly attainments indicated by the\ncomposition and thought of the above article.Do you see now how\nOsteopaths get a \"vast and perfect knowledge of anatomy\"?Do you suppose that the law of \"the survival of the fittest\" determines\nwho continues in the practice of Osteopathy and succeeds?Is it true worth\nand scholarly ability that get a big reputation of success among medical\nmen?I know, and many medical men know from competition with him (if they\nwould admit that such a fellow may be a competitor), that the ignoramus\nwho as a physician is the product of a diploma mill often has a bigger\nreputation and performs more wonderful cures (?)than the educated\nOsteopath who really mastered the prescribed course but is too\nconscientious to assume responsibility for human life when he is not sure\nthat he can do all that might be done to save life.I once met an Osteopath whose literary attainments had never reached the\nrudiments of an education.He had never really comprehended a single\nlesson of his entire course.He told me that he was then on a vacation to\nget much-needed rest.The office is south of the bedroom.He had such a large practice that the physical labor\nof it was wearing him out.I knew of this fellow's qualifications, but I\nthought he might be one of those happy mortals who have the faculty of\n\"doing things,\" even if they cannot learn the theory.To learn the secret\nof this fellow's success, if I could, I let him treat me.I had some\ncontracted muscles that were irritating nerves and holding joints in tense\ncondition, a typical case, if there are any, for an Osteopathic treatment.I expected him to do some of that\n\"expert Osteopathic diagnosing\" that you have heard of, but he began", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The kitchen is east of the office.He was giving me a\n\"popular treatment.\"In many towns people have come to estimate the value of an Osteopathic\ntreatment by its duration.People used to say to me, \"You don't treat as\nlong as Dr.----, who was here before you,\" and say it in a way indicating\nthat they were hardly satisfied they had gotten their money's worth.Some\nof them would say: \"He treated me an hour for seventy-five cents.\"Does it\nseem funny to talk of adjusting lesions on one person for an hour at a\ntime, three times a week?My picture of incompetency and apparent success of incompetents, is not\noverdrawn.The other day I had a marked copy of a local paper from a town\nin California.It was a flattering write-up of an old classmate.The\ndoctor's automobile was mentioned, and he had marked with a cross a fine\nauto shown in a picture of the city garage.This fellow had been\nconsidered by all the Simple Simon of the class, inferior in almost every\nattribute of true manliness, yet now he flourishes as one of those of our\nclass to whose success the school can \"point with pride.\"It is interesting to read the long list of \"changes of location\" among\nOsteopaths, yet between the lines there is a sad story that may be read.The bedroom is west of the office.First, \"Doctor Blank has located\nin Philadelphia, with twenty-five patients for the first month and rapidly\ngrowing practice.\"A year or so after another item tells that \"Doctor\nBlank has located in San Francisco with bright prospects.\"Then \"Doctor\nBlank has returned to Missouri on account of his wife's health, and\nlocated in ----, where he has our best wishes for success.\"Their career\nreminds us of Goldsmith's lines:\n\n  \"As the hare whom horn and hounds pursue\n  Pants to the place from whence at first he flew.\"There has been many a tragic scene enacted upon the Osteopathic stage, but\nthe curtain has not been raised for the public to behold them.How many\ntimid old maids, after saving a few hundred dollars from wages received\nfor teaching school, have been persuaded that they could learn Osteopathy\nwhile their shattered nerves were repaired and they were made young and\nbeautiful once more by a course of treatment in the clinics of the school.Then they would be ready to go out to occupy a place of dignity and honor,\nand treat ten to thirty patients per month at twenty-five dollars per\npatient.Gentlemen of the medical profession, from what you know of the aggressive\nspirit that it takes to succeed in professional life to-day (to say\nnothing of the physical strength required in the practice of Osteopathy),\nwhat per cent.of these timid old maids do you suppose have \"panted to the\nplace from whence at first they flew,\" after leaving their pitiful little\nsavings with the benefactors of humanity who were devoting their splendid\ntalents to the cause of Osteopathy?If any one doubts that some Osteopathic schools are conducted from other\nthan philanthropic motives, let him read what the _Osteopathic Physician_\nsaid of a new school founded", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Of all the fraud, bare-faced\nshystering, and flagrant rascality ever exposed in any profession, the\ncircumstances of the founding of this school, as depicted by the editor of\nthe _Osteopathic Physician_, furnishes the most disgusting instance.The kitchen is south of the hallway.Men\nto whom we had clung when the anchor of our faith in Osteopathy seemed\nabout to drag were held up before us as sneaking, cringing, incompetent\nrascals, whose motives in founding the school were commercial in the worst\nsense.And how do you suppose Osteopaths out in the field of practice feel\nwhen they receive catalogues from the leading colleges that teach their\nsystem, and these catalogues tell of the superior education the colleges\nare equipped to give, and among the pictures of learned members of the\nfaculty they recognize the faces of old schoolmates, with glasses, pointed\nbeards and white ties, silk hats maybe, but the same old classmate\nof--sometimes not ordinary ability.I spoke a moment ago of old maids being induced to believe that they would\nbe made over in the clinics of an Osteopathic college.An Osteopathic journal before me says: \"If it were generally\nknown that Osteopathy has a wonderfully rejuvenating effect upon fading\nbeauty, Osteopathic physicians would be overworked as beauty doctors.\"Another journal says: \"If the aged could know how many years might be\nadded to their lives by Osteopathy, they would not hesitate to avail\nthemselves of treatment.\"_Doctrine._\n\nThe importance of this cannot be exaggerated.The English Prayer Book\nis, for the ordinary Churchman, a standard of authority when\ntheological doctors differ.The _Prayer Book_ is the Court of Appeal\nfrom the pulpit--just as the Undivided Church is the final Court of\nAppeal from the Prayer Book.The bedroom is north of the hallway.Many a man is honestly puzzled and\nworried at the charge so frequently levelled at the Church of England,\nthat one preacher flatly contradicts another, and that what is taught\nas truth in one church is denied as heresy in another.This is, of\ncourse, by no {51} means peculiar to the Church of England, but it is\nnone the less a loss to the unity of Christendom.The whole mischief arises from treating the individual preacher as if\nhe were the Book of Common Prayer.It is to the Prayer Book, not to\nthe Pulpit, that we must go to prove what is taught.For instance, I\ngo into one church, and I hear one preacher deny the doctrine of\nBaptismal Regeneration; I go into another, and I hear the same doctrine\ntaught as the very essence of The Faith.I ask, in despair, what does\nthe Church of England teach?I am not bound to believe either teacher,\nuntil I have tested his utterances by some authorized book.What does the Church of England Prayer Book--not\nthis or that preacher--say is the teaching of the Church of England?In the case quoted, this is the Prayer Book answer: \"Seeing now, dearly\nbeloved brethren, that _this child is regenerate_\".[8] Here is\nsomething clear", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "It is the authorized expression of\nthe belief of the Church of England in common with the whole Catholic\nChurch.{52}\n\nOr, I hear two sermons on conversion.In one, conversion is almost\nsneered at, or, at least, apologized for; in another, it is taught with\nall the fervour of a personal experience.What\ndoes the Church of England teach about it?Open it at the Feast of the Conversion of St.Paul, or at the\nthird Collect for Good Friday, and you will hear a trumpet which gives\nno uncertain sound.Or, I am wondering and worried about Confession and Absolution.What\ndoes the Church of England teach about them?One preacher says one\nthing, one another.But what is the Church of England's authoritative\nutterance on the subject?Open your Prayer Book, and you will see: you\nwill find that, with the rest of the Christian Church, she provides for\nboth, in public and in private, for the strong, and for the sick.This, at least, is the view an honest onlooker will take of our\nposition.A common-sense Nonconformist minister, wishing to teach his\npeople and to get at facts, studies the English Prayer Book.This is\nhis conclusion: \"Free Churchmen,\" he writes, \"dissent from much of the\nteaching of the Book of Common Prayer.In {53} the service of Baptism,\nexpressions are used which naturally lead persons to regard it as a\nmeans of salvation.God is asked to'sanctify this water to the\nmystical washing away of sin'.After Baptism, God is thanked for\nhaving'regenerated the child with His Holy Spirit'.It is called the\n'laver of regeneration,' by which the child, being born in sin, is\nreceived into the number of God's children.In the Catechism, the\nchild is taught to say of Baptism, 'wherein I was made the child of\nGod'.It is said to be 'generally necessary to salvation,' and the\nrubric declares that children who are baptized, and die before they\ncommit actual sin, are undoubtedly saved'.The bedroom is east of the kitchen.\"[9]  What could be a fairer\nstatement of the Prayer-Book teaching?And he goes on: \"In the\nvisitation of the sick, if the sick person makes a confession of his\nsins, and 'if he heartily and humbly desire it,' the Priest is bidden\nto absolve him.The form of Absolution is '... I absolve thee from all\nthy sins in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy\nGhost'.The garden is west of the kitchen.In the Ordination Service, the Bishop confers the power of\nAbsolution upon the Priest.\"It is precisely\nwhat the Church {54} of England _does_ teach in her authorized\nformularies which Archbishop Cranmer gathered together from the old\nService-books of the ancient Church of England.The pulpit passes: the Prayer Book remains._Discipline._\n\nThe Prayer Book deals with principles, rather than with details--though\ndetails have their place.It is a book of discipline, \"as well for the", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "It disciplines the body for the sake of the soul;\nit disciplines the soul for the sake of the body.Now it tightens, now\nit relaxes, the human bow.For example, in the _Table of Feasts and\nFasts_, it lays down one principle which underlies all bodily and\nspiritual discipline--the need of training to obtain self-control.The\n_principle_ laid down is that I am to discipline myself at stated times\nand seasons, in order that I may not be undisciplined at any times or\nseasons.I am to rejoice as a duty on certain days, that I may live in\nthe joy of the Redeemed on other days.Feasts and Fasts have a\nmeaning, and I cannot deliberately ignore the Prayer-Book Table without\nsuffering loss.It is the same with the rubrical directions as to {55} ritual.The bathroom is north of the garden.I am\nordered to stand when praising, to kneel when praying.The underlying\n_principle_ is that I am not to do things in my own way, without regard\nto others, but to do them in an orderly way, and as one of many.I am\nlearning to sink the individual in the society.The hallway is north of the bathroom.So with the directions\nas to vestments--whether they are the Eucharistic vestments, ordered by\nthe \"Ornaments Rubric,\" or the preacher's Geneva gown not ordered\nanywhere.The _principle_ laid down is, special things for special\noccasions; all else is a matter of degree.One form of Ceremonial will\nappeal to one temperament, a different form to another.\"I like a\ngrand Ceremonial,\" writes Dr.Bright, \"and I own that Lights and\nVestments give me real pleasure.But then I should be absurd if I\nexpected that everybody else, who had the same faith as myself, should\nnecessarily have the same feeling as to the form of its\nexpression.\"[10]  From the subjective and disciplinary point of view,\nthe mark of the Cross must be stamped on many of our own likes and\ndislikes, both in going without, and in bearing with, ceremonial,\nespecially in small towns and villages where there is only one church.The principle {56} which says, \"You shan't have it because I don't like\nit,\" or, \"You shall have it because I do like it,\" leads to all sorts\nof confusion.The \"call to arms\" rang through the nation and aroused the people.No less\nearnest was the feeling of the South, and soon two formidable armies were\narrayed against each other, only a hundred miles apart--at Washington and\nat Richmond.The commander of the United States Army was Lieut.-General Winfield Scott,\nwhose military career had begun before most of the men of '61 had been\nborn.Aged and infirm, he remained in Washington.The immediate command\nof the army was entrusted to Brigadier-General Irvin McDowell.Another Union army, twenty thousand strong, lay at Martinsburg, Virginia,\nunder the command of Major-General Patterson, who, like General Scott, was\na veteran of the War of 18", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Opposite McDowell, at Manassas Junction, about thirty miles from\nWashington, lay a Confederate army under Brigadier-General Beauregard who,\nthree months before, had won the homage of the South by reducing Fort\nSumter.Opposed to Patterson in the Shenandoah valley was Joseph E.\nJohnston with a force of nine thousand men.The plans of the President and\nGeneral Scott were to send McDowell against Beauregard, while Patterson\nwas to detain Johnston in the Valley and prevent him from joining\nBeauregard.It was confidently believed that, if the two Confederate\nforces could be kept apart, the \"Grand Army\" could win a signal victory\nover the force at Manassas; and on July 16th, with waving banners and\nlively hopes of victory, amid the cheers of the multitude, it moved out\nfrom the banks of the Potomac toward the interior of Virginia.It was a\nmotley crowd, dressed in the varied uniforms of the different State\nmilitias.The best disciplined troops were those of the regular army,\nrepresented by infantry, cavalry, and artillery.Even the navy was drawn\nupon and a battalion of marines was included in the Union forces.In\naddition to the regulars were volunteers from all the New England States,\nfrom New York and Pennsylvania and from Ohio, Michigan, and Minnesota,\norganizations which, in answer to the President's call for troops, had\nvolunteered for three months' service.The garden is east of the hallway.Many were boys in their teens with\nthe fresh glow of youth on their cheeks, wholly ignorant of the\nexhilaration, the fear, the horrors of the battle-field.Onward through\nthe Virginia plains and uplands they marched to the strains of martial\nmusic.Unused to the rigid discipline of war, many of the men would drop\nout of line to gather berries or tempting fruits along the roadside, or\nto refill their canteens at every fresh stream of water, and frequent\nhalts were necessary to allow the stragglers to regain their lines.After a two days' march, with \"On to Richmond\" as their battle-cry, the\narmy halted at the quiet hamlet of Centreville, twenty-seven miles from\nWashington and seven miles from Manassas Junction where lay the waiting\nConfederate army of similar composition--untrained men and boys.Men from\nVirginia, from North and South Carolina, from the mountains of Tennessee,\nfrom Alabama, Mississippi, and Georgia, even from distant Arkansas, had\ngathered on the soil of the Old Dominion State to do battle for the\nSouthern cause.Between the two armies flowed the stream of Bull Run,\ndestined to give its name to the first great battle of the impending\nconflict.The opposing commanders, McDowell and Beauregard, had been\nlong-time friends; twenty-three years before, they had been graduated in\nthe same class at West Point.Beauregard knew of the coming of the Federal army.The news had been\nconveyed to him by a young man, a former government clerk at Washington,\nwhose sympathies, however, lay with the cause of the South.He won the\nconfidence of Beauregard.The bedroom is east of the garden.", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The latter sent him to the capital city bearing\na paper with two words in cipher, \"Trust Bearer.\"With this he was to call\nat a certain house, present it to the lady within, and wait a reply.Traveling all night, he crossed the Potomac below Alexandria, and reached\nthe city at dawn, when the newsboys were calling out in the empty streets\nthe latest intelligence of the army.The messenger rang the doorbell at a\nhouse within a stone's throw of the White House and delivered the scrap of\npaper to the only one in the city to whom it was intelligible.She\nhurriedly gave the youth his breakfast, wrote in cipher the words, \"Order\nissued for McDowell to march upon Manassas to-night,\" and giving him the\nscrap of paper, sent him on his way.That night the momentous bit of news\nwas in the hands of General Beauregard.He instantly wired President\nDavis at Richmond and asked that he be reenforced by Johnston's army.The hallway is east of the bathroom.As we have seen, General Scott had arranged that Patterson detain Johnston\nin the Valley.He had even advised McDowell that \"if Johnston joins\nBeauregard he shall have Patterson on his heels.\"But the aged Patterson\nwas unequal to the task before him.The garden is west of the bathroom.Believing false reports, he was\nconvinced that Johnston had an army of thirty-five thousand men, and\ninstead of marching upon Johnston at Winchester he led his army to\nCharlestown, twenty miles in the opposite direction.Johnston thereupon\nwas free to join Beauregard at Manassas, and he promptly proceeded to do\nso.McDowell's eager troops had rested at Centreville for two days.The time\nfor them to test their mettle in a general engagement was at hand.Sunday,\nJuly 21st, was selected as the day on which to offer battle.At half-past\ntwo in the morning the sleeping men were roused for the coming conflict.Their dream of an easy victory had already received a rude shock, for on\nthe day after their arrival a skirmish between two minor divisions of the\nopposing armies had resulted in the retreat of the Union forces after\nnineteen of their number lay dead upon the plain.The Confederates, too,\nhad suffered and fifteen of their army were killed.But patriotic\nenthusiasm was too ardent to be quenched by such an incident, and eagerly,\nin the early dawn of the sultry July morning, they marched toward the\nbanks of the stream on which they were to offer their lives in the cause\nof their country.The army moved out in three divisions commanded by Generals Daniel Tyler,\nDavid Hunter, and S. P. Heintzelman.Among the subordinate officers was\nAmbrose E. Burnside, who, a year and five months later, was to figure in a\nfar greater and far more disastrous battle, not many miles from this same\nspot; and William T. Sherman, who was to achieve a greater renown in the\ncoming war.On the Southern side we find equally striking characters.General Joseph\nE. Johnston was not held by Patterson in the Valley and with a portion of\nhis army had reached Manassas on", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The bathroom is north of the office.I immediately jumped out of the carriage,\nwhen a fearful sight met my view.Already the whole of the three\npassengers' carriages in front of ours, the vans, and the engine\nwere enveloped in dense sheets of flame and smoke, rising fully\ntwenty feet high, and spreading out in every direction.No words can convey the instantaneous nature\nof the explosion and conflagration.I had actually got out almost\nbefore the shock of the collision was over, and this was the\nspectacle which already presented itself.The kitchen is south of the office.Not a sound, not a scream,\nnot a struggle to escape, not a movement of any sort was apparent\nin the doomed carriages.It was as though an electric flash had\nat once paralyzed and stricken every one of their occupants.So\ncomplete was the absence of any presence of living or struggling\nlife in them that as soon as the passengers from the other parts\nof the train were in some degree recovered from their first shock\nand consternation, it was imagined that the burning carriages were\ndestitute of passengers; a hope soon changed into feelings of horror\nwhen their contents of charred and mutilated remains were discovered\nan hour afterward.From the extent, however, of the flames, the\nsuddenness of the conflagration, and the absence of any power to\nextricate themselves, no human aid would have been of any assistance\nto the sufferers, who, in all probability, were instantaneously\nsuffocated by the black and fetid smoke peculiar to paraffine, which\nrose in volumes around the spreading flames.\"Though the collision took place before one o'clock, in spite\nof the efforts of a large gang of men who were kept throwing\nwater on the tracks, the perfect sea of flame which covered the\nline for a distance of some forty or fifty yards could not be\nextinguished until nearly eight o'clock in the evening; for the\npetroleum had flowed down into the ballasting of the road, and the\nrails themselves were red-hot.It was therefore small occasion\nfor surprise that, when the fire was at last gotten under, the\nremains of those who lost their lives were in some cases wholly\nundistinguishable, and in others almost so.Among the thirty-three\nvictims of the disaster the body of no single one retained any\ntraces of individuality; the faces of all were wholly destroyed,\nand in no case were there found feet, or legs, or anything at all\napproaching to a perfect head.Ten corpses were finally identified\nas those of males, and thirteen as those of females, while the sex\nof ten others could not be determined.The body of one passenger,\nLord Farnham, was identified by the crest on his watch; and, indeed,\nno better evidence of the wealth and social position of the victims\nof this accident could have been asked for than the collection of\narticles found on its site.It included diamonds of great size\nand singular brilliancy; rubies, opals, emeralds, gold tops of\nsmelling-bottles, twenty-four watches, of which but two or three\nwere not gold, chains, clasps of bags, and very many bundles of\nkeys.Of these the", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Of the causes of this accident little need or can be said.No human\nappliances, no more ingenious brakes or increased strength of\nconstruction, could have averted it or warded off its consequences\nonce it was inevitable.It was occasioned primarily by two things,\nthe most dangerous and the most difficult to reach of all the\nmany sources of danger against which those managing railroads\nhave unsleepingly to contend:--a somewhat defective discipline,\naggravated by a little not unnatural carelessness.The rule of\nthe company was specific that all the wagons of every goods train\nshould be out of the way and the track clear at least ten minutes\nbefore a passenger train was due; but in this case shunting was\ngoing actively on when the Irish-mail was within a mile and a half.A careless brakeman then forgot for once that he was leaving his\nwagons close to the head of an incline; a blow in coupling, a little\nheavier perhaps than usual, sufficed to set them in motion; and they\nhappened to be loaded with oil.A catastrophe strikingly similar to that at Abergele befell an\nexpress train on the Hudson River railroad, upon the night of the\n6th of February, 1871.The weather for a number of days preceding\nthe accident had been unusually cold, and it is to the suffering\nof employ\u00e9s incident to exposure, and the consequent neglect of\nprecautions on their part, that accidents are peculiarly due.On\nthis night a freight train was going south, all those in charge of\nwhich were sheltering themselves during a steady run in the caboose\ncar at its rear end.The hallway is east of the office.Suddenly, when near a bridge over Wappinger's\nCreek, not far from New Hamburg, they discovered that a car in the\ncentre of the train was off the track.The train was finally stopped\non the bridge, but in stopping it other cars were also derailed,\nand one of these, bearing on it two large oil tanks, finally rested\nobliquely across the bridge with one end projecting over the up\ntrack.Hardly had the disabled train been brought to a stand-still,\nwhen, before signal lanterns could in the confusion incident to the\ndisaster be sent out, the Pacific express from New York, which was\na little behind its time, came rapidly along.As it approached the\nbridge, its engineer saw a red lantern swung, and instantly gave the\nsignal to apply the brakes.It was too late to avoid the collision;\nbut what ensued had in it, so far as the engineer was concerned,\nan element of the heroic, which his companion, the fireman of the\nengine, afterwards described on the witness stand with a directness\nand simplicity of language which exceeded all art.The engineer's\nname was Simmons, and he was familiarly known among his companions\nas \"Doc.\"His fireman, Nicholas Tallon, also saw the red light swung\non the bridge, and called out to him that the draw was open.The office is east of the kitchen.In\nreply Simmons told him to spring the patent brake, which he did,\nand by this time they were alongside of the locomotive of the\ndisabled train and running with a", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Tallon\nhad now got out upon the step of the locomotive, preparatory to\nspringing off, and turning asked his companion if he also proposed\nto do the same:--\"'Doc' looked around at me but made no reply, and\nthen looked ahead again, watching his business; then I jumped and\nrolled down on the ice in the creek; the next I knew I heard the\ncrash and saw the fire and smoke.\"The next seen of \"Doc\" Simmons,\nhe was dragged up days afterwards from under his locomotive at the\nbottom of the river.There seems no good reason why the injured should in the one case\nbe so much more numerous than in the other.This, however, is\nsusceptible on closer examination of a very simple and satisfactory\nexplanation.In case of accident the danger of sustaining slight\npersonal injury is not so great in Massachusetts as in Great\nBritain.This is due to the heavier and more solid construction\nof the American passenger coaches, and their different interior\narrangement.This fact, and the real cause of the large number of\nslightly injured,--\"shaken\" they call it,--in the English railroad\naccidents is made very apparent in the following extract from Mr.Calcroft's report for 1877;--\n\n     \"It is no doubt a fact that collisions and other accidents to\n     railway trains are attended with less serious consequences\n     in proportion to the solidity of construction of passenger\n     carriages.The accomodation and internal arrangements of\n     third-class carriages, however, especially those used in\n     ordinary trains, are defective as regards safety and comfort,\n     as compared with many carriages of the same class on foreign\n     railways.The first-class passenger, except when thrown against\n     his opposite companion, or when some luggage falls upon him, is\n     generally saved from severe contusion by the well-stuffed or\n     padded linings of the carriages; whilst the second-class and\n     third-class passenger is generally thrown with violence against\n     the hard wood-work.If the second and third-class carriages\n     had a high padded back lining, extending above the head of the\n     passenger, it would probably tend to lesson the danger to life\n     and limb which, as the returns of accidents show, passengers\n     in carriages of this class are much exposed to in train\n     accidents.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.The garden is east of the bedroom.\"[28]\n\n [28] _General Report to the Board of Trade upon the accidents which\n  have occurred on the Railways of the United Kingdom during the year\n  1877, p.37._\n\nIn 1878 the passenger journeys made in the second and third class\ncarriages of the United Kingdom were thirteen to one of those made\nin first class carriages;--or, expressed in millions, there were\nbut 41 of the latter to 523 of the former.There can be very little\nquestion indeed that if, during", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "If it had not been ten-fold larger it would have been\nsurprising.The bathroom is south of the office.The foregoing comparison, relates however, simply to passengers\nkilled in accidents for which they are in no degree responsible.When, however, the question reverts to the general cost in life\nand limb at which the railroad systems are worked and the railroad\ntraffic is carried on to the entire communities served, the\ncomparison is less favorable to Massachusetts.Taking the eight\nyears of 1871-8, the British returns include 30,641 cases of injury,\nand 9,113 of death; while those of Massachusetts for the same\nyears included 1,165 deaths, with only 1,044 cases of injury; in\nthe one case a total of 39,745 casualties, as compared with 2,209\nthe other.It will, however be noticed that while in the British\nreturns the cases of injury are nearly three-fold those of death, in\nthe Massachusetts returns the deaths exceed the cases of injury.This fact in the present case cannot but throw grave suspicion\non the completeness of the Massachusetts returns.As a matter of\npractical experience it is well known that cases of injury almost\ninvariably exceed those of death, and the returns in which the\ndisproportion is greatest, if no sufficient explanation presents\nitself, are probably the most full and reliable.Taking, therefore,\nthe deaths in the two cases as the better basis for comparison, it\nwill be found that the roads of Great Britain in the grand result\naccomplished seventeen-fold the work of those of Massachusetts with\nless than eight times as many casualties; had the proportion between\nthe results accomplished and the fatal injuries inflicted been\nmaintained, but 536 deaths instead of 1,165 would have appeared in\nthe Massachusetts returns.The hallway is north of the office.The reason of this difference in result\nis worth looking for, and fortunately the statistical tables are\nin both cases carried sufficiently into detail to make an analysis\npossible; and this analysis, when made, seems to indicate very\nclearly that while, for those directly connected with the railroads,\neither as passengers or as employ\u00e9s, the Massachusetts system\nin its working involves relatively a less degree of danger than\nthat of Great Britain, yet for the outside community it involves\nvery much more.Take, for instance, the two heads of accidents\nat grade-crossings and accidents to trespassers, which have been\nalready referred to.In Great Britain highway grade-crossings\nare discouraged.The results of the policy pursued may in each case be read\nwith sufficient distinctness in the bills of mortality.During the\nyears 1872-7, of 1,929 casualties to persons on the railroads of\nMassachusetts, no less than 200 occurred at highway grade crossings.Had the accidents of this description in Great Britain been equally\nnumerous in proportion to the larger volume of the traffic of that\ncountry, they would have resulted in over 3,000 cases of death or\npersonal injury; they did in fact result in 586 such cases.In\nMassachusetts, again, to walk at will on any part of a railroad\ntrack is looked upon as a sort of prescriptive and inalienable\nright of every member of the community, irrespective of age,", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Accordingly, during the\nsix years referred to, this right was exercised at the cost of life\nor limb to 591 persons,--one in four of all the casualties which\noccurred in connection with the railroad system.In Great Britain\nthe custom of using the tracks of railroads as a foot-path seems to\nexist, but, so far from being regarded as a right, it is practiced\nin perpetual terror of the law.Accordingly, instead of some 9,000\ncases of death or injury from this cause during these six years,\nwhich would have been the proportion under like conditions in\nMassachusetts, the returns showed only 2,379.These two are among\nthe most constant and fruitful causes of accident in connection with\nthe railroad system of America.Somehow I mentioned that he\nwas my partner, and then she told me.And then, knowing that, I had\nto sit still all summer and see him coming here every day, on intimate\nterms with you and your sister and mother.\u201d Reuben stopped himself with\nthe timely recollection that this was an unauthorized emotion, and\nadded hurriedly: \u201cBut I never could have imagined such baseness, to\ndeliberately slander her to you!\u201d\n\nKate did not at once reply, and when she did speak it was to turn the\ntalk away from Horace Boyce.The bathroom is north of the garden.\u201cI will go and see her to-morrow,\u201d she\nsaid.\u201cI am very glad to hear you say that,\u201d was Reuben\u2019s comment.\u201cIt is like\nyou to say it,\u201d he went on, with brightening eyes.\u201cIt is a benediction\nto be the friend of a young woman like you, who has no impulses that are\nnot generous, and whose only notion of power is to help others.\u201d\n\n\u201cI shall not like you if you begin to flatter,\u201d she replied, with mock\nausterity, and an answering light in her eyes.\u201cI am really a very\nperverse and wrong-headed girl, distinguished only for having never done\nany good at all.And anybody who says otherwise is not a friend, but a\nflatterer, and I am weary of false tongues.\u201d\n\nMiss Ethel came in while Reuben was still turning over in his mind the\nunexpressed meanings of these words, and with her entrance the talk\nbecame general once more.The lawyer described to the two sisters the legal steps he had taken,\nand their respective significance, and then spoke of his intention to\nmake a criminal complaint as soon as some additional proof, now being\nsought, should come to hand.\u201cAnd Horace Boyce will go to prison, then?\u201d she\nasked, eagerly.\u201cThere is a strong case against him,\u201d answered Reuben.The graveness of his tone affected the girl\u2019s spirits, and led her to\nsay in an altered voice: \u201cI don\u2019t want to be unkind, and I daresay I\nshall be silly enough to cry in private if the thing really happens; but\nwhen I think of the trouble and wickedness heThe hallway is south of the garden.", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The office is north of the hallway.CHAPTER XXX.--JESSICA\u2019S GREAT DESPAIR.It was on the following day that a less important member of society\nthan Miss Minster resolved to also pay a visit to the milliner\u2019s shop.Ben Lawton\u2019s second wife--for she herself scarcely thought of \u201cMrs.Lawton\u201d as a title appertaining to her condition of ill-requited\nservitude--had become possessed of some new clothes.Their monetary\nvalue was not large, but they were warm and respectable, with bugle\ntrimming on the cloak, and a feather rising out of real velvet on the\nbonnet; and they were new all together at the same time, a fact which\nimpressed her mind by its novelty even more than did the inherent charm\nof acquisition.To go out in this splendid apparel was an obvious duty.The notion of going shopping loomed in the background of\nMrs.Lawton\u2019s thoughts for a while, but in a formless and indistinct\nway, and then disappeared again.Her mind was not civilized enough to\nassimilate the idea of loitering around among the stores when she had no\nmoney with which to buy anything.Gradually the conception of a visit to her step-Jessica took shape in\nher imagination.Perhaps the fact that she owed her new clothes to the bounty of this\ngirl helped forward this decision.There was also a certain curiosity to\nsee the child who was Ben\u2019s grandson, and so indirectly related to her,\nand for whose anomalous existence there was more than one precedent in\nher own family, and who might turn out to resemble her own little lost\nAlonzo.But the consideration which primarily dictated her choice was\nthat there was no other place to go to.Her reception by Jessica, when she finally found her way by Samantha\u2019s\ncomplicated directions to the shop, was satisfactorily cordial.She was\nallowed to linger for a time in the show-room, and satiate bewilderment\nover the rich plumes, and multi- velvets and ribbons there\ndisplayed; then she was taken into the domestic part of the building,\nwhere she was asked like a real visitor to take off her cloak and\nbonnet, and sat down to enjoy the unheard-of luxury of seeing somebody\nelse getting a \u201cmeal of victuals\u201d ready.The child was playing by\nhimself back of the stove with some blocks.He seemed to take no\ninterest in his new relation, and Mrs.Lawton saw that if Alonzo\nhad lived he would not have looked like this boy, who was blonde\nand delicate, with serious eyes and flaxen curls, and a high, rather\nprotuberant forehead.The garden is south of the hallway.The brevet grandmother heard with surprise from Lucinda that this\nfive-year-old child already knew most of his letters.She stole furtive\nglances at him after this, from time to time, and as soon as Jessica had\ngone out into the store and closed the door she asked:\n\n\u201cDon\u2019t his head look to you like water on the brain?\u201d\n\nLucinda shook her head emphatically: \u201cHe\u2019s healthy", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\u201cAnd his name\u2019s Horace, you say?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, that\u2019s what I said,\u201d replied the girl.Lawton burned to ask what other name the lad bore, but the\nperemptory tones of her daughter warned her off.Instead she remarked:\n\u201cAnd so he\u2019s been livin\u2019 in Tecumseh all this while?They seem to have\nbrung him up pretty good--teachin\u2019 him his A B C\u2019s and curlin\u2019 his\nhair.\u201d\n\n\u201cHe had a good home.Jess paid high, and the people took a liking to\nhim,\u201d said Lucinda.The kitchen is west of the garden.\u201cI s\u2019pose they died or broke up housekeepin\u2019,\u201d tentatively suggested\nMrs.\u201cNo: Jess wanted him here, or thought she did.\u201d Lucinda\u2019s loyalty to her\nsister prompted her to stop the explanation at this.But she herself\nhad been sorely puzzled and tried by the change which had come over\nthe little household since the night of the boy\u2019s arrival, and the\ntemptation to put something of this into words was too strong to be\nmastered.\u201cI wish myself he hadn\u2019t come at all,\u201d she continued from the table\nwhere she was at work.\u201cNot but that he\u2019s a good enough young-one, and\nlots of company for us both, but Jess ain\u2019t been herself at all since\nshe brought him here.It ain\u2019t his fault--poor little chap--but she\nfetched him from Tecumseh on account of something special; and then\nthat something didn\u2019t seem to come off, and she\u2019s as blue as a whetstone\nabout it, and that makes everything blue.And there we are!\u201d\n\nLucinda finished in a sigh, and proceeded to rub grease on the inside of\nher cake tins with a gloomy air.So Jimmieboy hurried to his clothes-closet and quickly donned his\nmilitary suit, and grasping his sword firmly by the hilt, cried out:\n\n\"Ready!\"The bedroom is west of the kitchen.Jimmieboy did as he was told.\"One--two--three--eyes open!\"Again Jimmieboy did as he was ordered, although he couldn't see why he\nshould obey the colonel, who up to this afternoon had been entirely\nsubject to his orders.He opened his eyes at the command, and, much to\nhis surprise, found himself standing in the middle of that wooded road\nin the picture, beneath the arching trees, the leaves of which rustled\nsoftly as a sweet perfumed breeze blew through the branches.About him\non every side were groups of tin soldiers talking excitedly about the\nescape of the devastating Parallelopipedon, every man of them armed to\nthe teeth and eager for the colonel's command to start off on the search\nexpedition.The band was playing merrily under the trees up the road\nnear the little brook, and back in the direction from which he had come,\nthrough the heavy g", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "JIMMIEBOY RECEIVES HIS ORDERS.For a few moments Jimmieboy was so overcome by the extreme novelty of\nhis position that he could do nothing but wander in and out among the\ntrees, wondering if he really was himself, and whether the soldiers by\nwhom he was surrounded were tin or creatures of flesh and blood.They\ncertainly looked and acted like human beings, and they talked in a\nmanner entirely different from what Jimmieboy was accustomed to expect\nfrom the little pieces of painted tin he had so often played with on the\nnursery floor, but he very soon learned that they were tin, and not made\nup, like himself, of bone and sinew.The manner of his discovery was this: One of the soldiers, in a very\nrash and fool-hardy fashion, tried to pick up a stone from the road to\nthrow at a poor little zinc robin that was whistling in the trees above\nhis head, and in bending over after the stone and then straightening\nhimself up to take aim, he snapped himself into two distinct pieces--as\nindeed would any other tin soldier, however strong and well made, and of\ncourse Jimmieboy was then able to see that the band with whom he had for\nthe moment cast his fortunes were nothing more nor less than bits of\nbrittle tin, to whom in some mysterious way had come life.The boy was\npained to note the destruction of the little man who had tried to throw\nthe stone at the robin, because he was always sorry for everybody upon\nwhom trouble had come, but he was not, on the whole, surprised at the\nsoldier's plight, for the simple reason that he had been taught that\nboys who threw stones at the harmless little birds in the trees were\nnaughty and worthy of punishment, and he could not see why a tin soldier\nshould not be punished for doing what a small boy of right feelings\nwould disdain to do.After he had made up his mind that his companions were really of tin, he\nbecame a bit fearful as to his own make-up, and the question that he now\nasked himself was, \"Am I tin, too, or what?\"He was not long in\nanswering this question to his own satisfaction, for after bending his\nlittle fingers to and fro a dozen or more times, he was relieved to\ndiscover that he had not changed.The fingers did not snap off, as he\nhad feared they might, and he was glad.Barely had Jimmieboy satisfied himself on this point when a handsomely\ndressed soldier, on a blue lead horse, came galloping up, and cried out\nso loud that his voice echoed through the tall trees of the forest:\n\n\"Is General Jimmieboy here?\"\"Jimmieboy is here,\" answered the little fellow.\"I'm Jimmieboy, but I\nam no general.\"\"But you have on a general's uniform,\" said the soldier.The kitchen is north of the hallway.queried Jimmieboy, with a glance at his clothes.The garden is south of the hallway.\"Well, if I\nhave, it's because they are the only soldier clothes I own.\"\"Well, I am very sorry,\" said the soldier", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The kitchen is east of the bedroom.It's a hard position to occupy,\nand of course you'd rather be a high-private or a member of the band,\nbut as it is, there is no way out of it.If the clothes would fit any\none else here, you might exchange with him; but they won't, I can tell\nthat by looking at the yellow stripes on your trousers.The bedroom is east of the hallway.The stripes\nalone are wider than any of our legs.\"responded Jimmieboy, \"I don't mind being general.I'd just as lief\nbe a general as not; I know how to wave a sword and march ahead of the\nprocession.\"At this there was a roar of laughter from the soldiers.\"Where did he ever get such notions as that?\"\"I am afraid,\" said the soldier on horseback, with a kindly smile which\nwon Jimmieboy's heart, \"that you do not understand what the duties of a\ngeneral are in this country.We aren't bound down by the notions of you\nnursery people, who seem to think that all a general is good for is to\nbe stood up in front of a cannon loaded with beans, and knocked over\nhalf a dozen times in the course of a battle.Have you ever read those\nlines of High-private Tinsel in his little book, 'Poems in Pewter,' in\nwhich he tells of the trials of a general of the tin soldiers?\"\"Of course I haven't,\" said Jimmieboy.\"Just the man for a general, if he can't read,\" said one of the\nsoldiers.\"He'll never know what the newspapers say of him.\"\"Well, I'll tell you the story,\" said the horseman, dismounting, and\nstanding on a stump by the road-side to give better effect to the poem,\nwhich he recited as follows:\n\n    \"THE TIN SOLDIER GENERAL.I walked one day\n         Along the way\n     That leads from camp to city;\n         And I espied\n         At the road-side\n     The hero of my ditty.His massive feet,\n         In slippers neat,\n     Were crossed in desperation;\n         And from his eyes\n         Salt tears did rise\n     In awful exudation.\"asked Jimmieboy, who was not quite used to grown-up words\nlike exudation.\"Quarts,\" replied the soldier, with a frown.This poem\nisn't good for much unless it goes right through without a stop--like an\nexpress train.\"This must be done\nnow, especially as the expenditure of the new description of lands\nhas, by order of Their Honours contained in the general resolutions\nof October 4, 1694, been written off the general revenue, to which\nmust therefore be now transferred the amount gained thereby, as also\nthe sum of Rds.288.7 which has been received by the survey of some\nlands in Sjeroepittie, Wallalay", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "This was in compliance with the instructions\ncontained in the reply to our letter to Colombo of August 22, 1695,\nreceived December 15 following.If any one among you should not quite\nunderstand this new description of lands, he may find it useful to\nread certain instructions left by Governor Laurens Pyl with regard\nto this subject on February 1, 1679, for the Committee appointed\nto do this work, which instructions must be still observed so far\nas they are applicable to the present circumstances.Your Honours\nwill most likely be aware also of the extensive Memoir compiled on\nmy orders by the said Mr.Bolscho, and submitted to the Council on\nDecember 15, 1696, and of the reply thereto, as also of the report by\nMr.Blom of August 20, 1692, on the same subject, to which documents\nI here refer.The surveyors are at present at work in the Province of\nWaddemoraatsche, where they have with them two Mudaliyars, in order to\nsettle small differences which might arise among the inhabitants when\ntheir lands are being surveyed.The Mudaliyars act as arbitrators in\nthe presence of the Majoraals of the villages, but important matters\nmust be brought before the Dessave, to be disposed of by him or by\nthe Court of Justice or the Civil Court according to the importance\nof the case.The Dessave must see that the Thombo-keeper, Mr.Pieter\nBolscho, receives all the assistance he requires, and also that the\nnatives who have to serve him in this work are kept in obedience, in\norder that he may not be discouraged and lose the zeal he has shown\nso far in the service of the Company in this difficult work.Once\nthis work is completed it will not be required to be done again,\nand we will be able then to prepare separate lists not only of each\nProvince, but also of each village; so that at any time the credits\nor the debits of each tax collector may be seen.[9]\n\nThe tithes are a tax levied on the harvest, and are paid in money.The bathroom is north of the kitchen.Last\nyear it amounted to the sum of Rds.8,632.7.3 3/4, as shown in the\nabove account, and treated of at length in the report of August 20,\n1692.I need not therefore dilate on this subject, and only wish to\nstate that I do not agree with the concluding portion of that report,\nwhere it is stated that this tax is too heavy, and might be reduced to\nhalf the amount as requested by the inhabitants, for which many reasons\nare given pro and con.I think that it can be proved sufficiently that\nthe inhabitants are able to easily pay this imposition of the tithes;\nnot only because they have never complained against it since the year\n1690 during the stay of His Excellency van Mydregt, when they knew\nHis Excellency had the power to grant their request without waiting\nfor further instructions.On that occasion the people of Jaffnapatam\ntried every means of obtaining their wish, but it may be proved that\nsince thatThe bathroom is south of the garden.", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The bathroom is north of the hallway.That the payment of the said\ntithes cannot be very difficult for them is proved by the fact that\nif half of the amount, viz., Rds.4,316, be divided over the total\nnumber of inhabitants, the rate for each individual amounts to but\nvery little.It is stated as a fact that the rich people possess\nthe largest number of fields, but this shows that they do not need\na reduction of the tithes.[10]\n\nBesides these tithes, one-tenth is also paid for the forests, mud\nlands, &c., which have been granted for cultivation by the successive\nDessaves to different persons with the promise of exemption from any\nimpositions for a period of 3, 4, 6, or more years; on the expiry\nof this period taxes must be paid.As I think that the Majoraals\ndo not look after these matters sufficiently well, and do not give\nnotice in time, the Dessave will have to investigate the matter and\nsee that the tenth of the harvest is brought to the Company's stores,\nespecially because the natives do not hesitate to steal or keep back\ntheir dues if they are not kept constantly in fear of punishment.The poll tax, shown above to amount to the sum of Rds.5,998.1,\nis of quite a different nature, because the rich and the poor pay\nexactly the same rate.His Excellency van Mydregt on February 28,\n1690, caused a decree to be issued, by which all the inhabitants\nwere exempted from the increase of poll tax which they had had to\npay since the year 1675, and which amounted on an average to from\nRds.But this exemption was only for the period of ten\nyears, and would have expired therefore in 1699, if the Honourable\nthe Supreme Government of India had not in a spirit of benevolence\ndecided by their letter to Ceylon of December 12, 1695, to make the\nreduction a permanent one.This was made known to the inhabitants\nof this Island on November 8 following.They showed themselves very\ngrateful for this generosity; but this must be considered sufficient\nfor the present, and they have not much reason now to insist upon a\ndecrease of the tithes also.The office is south of the hallway.The time for a renovation of the Head\nThombo, which has to be done every three years, has again arrived,\nand the Ondercoopman and Thombo-keeper, Mr.Pieter Bolscho, and the\nOndercoopman, Mr.Roos, were sent on circuit on November 19, 1696, in\norder to carry out this work.The names of the old and infirm people\nand those who have died must be taken off the list, and the names of\nthe youths who have passed from the schools must be entered, in order\nthat those who owe Oely service may be known.It would also be useful\nif the Dessave were occasionally present at this revision when his\nother duties do not interfere with it, because an acquaintance with\nthis work is very desirable in a land regent.This new Head Thombo\nmust be completed by the end of next August", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "[11]\n\nThe Officie Gelden have also been described at length in the often\ncited report by Mr.It was reported in the camp that Colonel Haggard\nof the Ninth Lancers, commanding the cavalry brigade, had proposed to\ninvest the place, but was not allowed to do so by General Walpole, who\nwas said to have acted in such a pig-headed manner that the officers\nconsidered him insane.The bathroom is west of the bedroom.Rumour added that when Colonel Haggard and a\nsquadron of the Lancers went to reconnoitre the place on the morning of\nthe 16th, it was found empty; and that when Colonel Haggard sent an\naide-de-camp to report this fact to the general, he had replied, \"Thank\nGod!\"appearing glad that Raja Nirput Singh and his force had slipped\nthrough his fingers after beating back the best-equipped movable column\nin India.These reports gaining currency in the camp made the general\nstill more unpopular, because, in addition to his incapability as an\nofficer, the men put him down as a coward.During the day the mutilated bodies of our men were recovered from the\nditch.The Sikhs burnt theirs, while a large fatigue party of the\nForty-Second and Ninety-Third was employed digging one long grave in a\n_tope_ of trees not far from the camp.About four o'clock in the\nafternoon the funeral took place, Brigadier Hope and the officers on\nthe right, wrapped in their tartan plaids, the non-commissioned officers\nand the privates on their left, each sewn up in a blanket.Cowie, whom we of the Ninety-Third had nicknamed \"the Fighting Padre,\"\nafterwards Bishop of Auckland, New Zealand, and the Rev.Ross,\nchaplain of the Forty-Second, conducted the service, Mr.Ross reading\nthe ninetieth Psalm and Mr.The pipers of\nthe Forty-Second and Ninety-Third, with muffled drums, played _The\nFlowers of the Forest_ as a dead march.In all my experience in the army\nor out of it I never witnessed such intense grief, both among officers\nand men, as was expressed at this funeral.The office is east of the bedroom.Many of all ranks sobbed like\ntender-hearted women.I especially remember our surgeon, \"kind-hearted\nBilly Munro\" as the men called him; also Lieutenants Archie Butter and\nDick Cunningham, who were aides-de-camp to Adrian Hope.Cunningham had\nrejoined the regiment after recovery from his wounds at Kudjwa in\nOctober, 1857, but they had left him too lame to march, and he was a\nsupernumerary aide-de-camp to Brigadier Hope; he and Butter were both\nalongside the brigadier, I believe, when he was struck down by the\nrenegade ruffian.We halted during the 17th, and strong fatigue-parties were employed with\nthe engineers destroying the fort by blowing up the gateways.The place\nwas ever after known in the Ninety-Third as \"Walpole's Castle.\"On the\n18th", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The Ninth Lancers and\nHorse-Artillery and two companies of the Ninety-Third (I forget their\nnumbers) crossed the Ramgunga by a ford and intercepted the retreat of a\nlarge number of the enemy, who were escaping by a bridge of boats, the\nmaterial for which the country people had collected for them.The bedroom is south of the bathroom.But their\nretreat was now completely cut off, and about three hundred of them were\nreported either killed or drowned in the Ramgunga.a tremendous sandstorm, with thunder, and rain in\ntorrents, came on.The Ramgunga became so swollen that it was impossible\nfor the detachment of the Ninety-Third to recross, and they bivouacked\nin a deserted village on the opposite side, without tents, the officers\nhailing across that they could make themselves very comfortable for the\nnight if they could only get some tea and sugar, as the men had\nbiscuits, and they had secured a quantity of flour and some goats in the\nvillage.But the boats which the enemy had collected had all broken\nadrift, and there was apparently no possibility of sending anything\nacross to our comrades.This dilemma evoked an act of real cool pluck on\nthe part of our commissariat _gomashta_,[44] _baboo_ Hera Lall\nChatterjee, whom I have before mentioned in my seventh chapter in\nreference to the plunder of a cartload of biscuits at Bunnee bridge on\nthe retreat from Lucknow.By this time Hera Lall had become better\nacquainted with the \"wild Highlanders,\" and was even ready to risk his\nlife to carry a ration of tea and sugar to them.This he made into a\nbundle, which he tied on the crown of his head, and although several of\nthe officers tried to dissuade him from the attempt, he tightened his\n_chudder_[45] round his waist, and declaring that he had often swum the\nHooghly, and that the Ramgunga should not deprive the officers and men\nof a detachment of his regiment of their tea, he plunged into the river,\nand safely reached the other side with his precious freight on his head!The hallway is south of the bedroom.This little incident was never forgotten in the regiment so long as Hera\nLall remained the commissariat _gomashta_ of the Ninety-Third.He was\nthen a young man, certainly not more than twenty.Although thirty-five\nmore years of rough-and-tumble life have now considerably grizzled his\nappearance, he must often look back with pride to that stormy April\nevening in 1858, when he risked his life in the Ramgunga to carry a\ntin-pot of tea to the British soldiers.Among the enemy killed that day were several wearing the uniforms\nstripped from the dead of the Forty-Second in the ditch of Rooyah; so,\nof course, we concluded that this was Nirput Singh's force, and the\ndefeat and capture of its guns in some measure, I have no doubt,\nre-established General Walpole in the good opinion of the authorities,\nbut not much in that of the force under his", "question": "What is the bathroom north of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Nothing else of consequence occurred till about the 27th of April, when\nour force rejoined the Commander-in-Chief's column, which had advanced\n_via_ Futtehghur, and we heard that Sir William Peel had died of\nsmallpox at Cawnpore on his way to Calcutta.The news went through the\ncamp from regiment to regiment, and caused almost as much sorrow in the\nNinety-Third as the death of poor Adrian Hope.FOOTNOTES:\n\n[43] See Appendix B.[44] Native assistant in charge of stores.[45] A wrapper worn by Bengalee men and up-country women.CHAPTER XV\n\nBATTLE OF BAREILLY--GHAZIS--A TERRIBLE ACCIDENT--HALT AT BAREILLY\n--ACTIONS OF POSGAON, RUSSOOLPORE, AND NOWRUNGABAD--REST AT LAST!The heat was now very oppressive, and we had many men struck down by the\nsun every day.We reached Shahjehanpore on the 30th of April, and found\nthat every building in the cantonments fit for sheltering European\ntroops had been destroyed by order of the Nana Sahib, who, however, did\nnot himself wait for our arrival.Strange to say, the bridge of boats\nacross the Ramgunga was not destroyed, and some of the buildings in the\njail, and the wall round it, were still standing.General Sheridan and his staff rode up, and left in hot haste\nfor the Court House; but just after leaving us, they were fired into by a\nparty of rebel cavalry, who also opened fire on us, to which we promptly\nreplied, and soon put them to flight.Our lines were then formed for a\ncharge on the rebel infantry; but while the bugles were sounding the\ncharge, an officer with a white flag rode out from the rebel lines, and we\nhalted.It was fortunate for us that we halted when we did, for had we\ncharged we would have been swept into eternity, as directly in our front\nwas a creek, on the other side of which was a rebel brigade, entrenched,\nwith batteries in position, the guns double shotted with canister.To have\ncharged this formidable array, mounted, would have resulted in almost\ntotal annihilation.After we had halted, we were informed that\npreliminaries were being arranged for the surrender of Lee's whole army.The kitchen is south of the office.At this news, cheer after cheer rent the air for a few moments, when soon\nall became as quiet as if nothing unusual had occurred.I rode forward\nbetween the lines with Custer and Pennington, and met several old friends\namong the rebels, who came out to see us.Among them, I remember Lee\n(Gimlet), of Virginia, and Cowan, of North Carolina.I saw General Cadmus\nWilcox just across the creek, walking to and fro with his eyes on the\nground, just as was his wont when he was instructor at West Point.The bathroom is north of the office.I\ncalled to him, but he paid no attention, except to glance at me in a\nhostile manner.While we were thus discussing the", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The bathroom is north of the garden.As he passed us, we all raised our caps in salute, which he\ngracefully returned.Later in the day loud and continuous cheering was heard among the rebels,\nwhich was taken up and echoed by our lines until the air was rent with\ncheers, when all as suddenly subsided.The surrender was a fixed fact, and\nthe rebels were overjoyed at the very liberal terms they had received.Our\nmen, without arms, approached the rebel lines, and divided their rations\nwith the half-starved foe, and engaged in quiet, friendly conversation.There was no bluster nor braggadocia,--nothing but quiet contentment that\nthe rebellion was crushed, and the war ended.In fact, many of the rebels\nseemed as much pleased as we were.Now and then one would meet a surly,\ndissatisfied look; but, as a general thing, we met smiling faces and hands\neager and ready to grasp our own, especially if they contained anything to\neat or drink.After the surrender, I rode over to the Court House with\nColonel Pennington and others and visited the house in which the surrender\nhad taken place, in search of some memento of the occasion.We found that\neverything had been appropriated before our arrival.Wilmer McLean, in\nwhose house the surrender took place, informed us that on his farm at\nManassas the first battle of Bull Run was fought.I asked him to write his\nname in my diary, for which, much to his surprise.Others did the same, and I was told that he thus received quite a golden\nharvest.While all of the regiments of the division shared largely in the glories\nof these two days, none excelled the Second New York Cavalry in its record\nof great and glorious deeds.Well might its officers and men carry their\nheads high, and feel elated with pride as they received the\ncongratulations and commendations showered on them from all sides.They\nfelt they had done their duty, and given the \"tottering giant\" a blow that\nlaid him prostrate at their feet, never, it is to be hoped, to rise again.He received the letter which conveyed the intelligence of\nthe death of his wife and child, and soon after learned that his\nremaining little one was also gone.Carpenters were then in great demand in Valparaiso.He was soon in a\ncondition to take contracts, and fortune smiled upon him.He had\nrendered himself independent, and had now returned to spend his\nremaining days in his native land.He had been in Boston a week, and\nhappened to stray into the Police Court, where he had found the son\nwho, he supposed, had long ago been laid in the grave.Edward Flint finished his career of \"fashionable dissipation\" by being\nsentenced to the house of correction.Just before he was sent over, he\nconfessed to Mr.The bedroom is south of the garden.Wade that it was he who had stolen Harry's money,\nthree years before.The next day Harry obtained leave of absence, for the purpose of\naccompanying his father on a visit to Redfield.He was in exuberant\nspir", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "It seemed as though his cup of joy was full.He could hardly\nrealize that he had a father--a kind, affectionate father--who shared\nthe joy of his heart.They went to Redfield; but I cannot stop to tell my readers how\nastonished Squire Walker, and Mr.Nason, and the paupers were, to see\nthe spruce young clerk come to his early home, attended by his\nfather--a rich father, too.We can follow our hero no farther through the highways and byways of\nhis life-pilgrimage.We have seen him struggle like a hero through\ntrial and temptation, and come off conqueror in the end.The office is west of the kitchen.The kitchen is west of the hallway.He has found\na rich father, who crowns his lot with plenty; but his true wealth is\nin those good principles which the trials, no less than the triumphs,\nof his career have planted in his soul.CHAPTER XXI\n\nIN WHICH HARRY IS VERY PLEASANTLY SITUATED, AND THE STORY COMES TO AN\nEND\n\n\nPerhaps my young readers will desire to know something of Harry's\nsubsequent life; and we will \"drop in\" upon him at his pleasant\nresidence in Rockville, without the formality of an introduction.The\nyears have elapsed since we parted with him, after his triumphant\ndischarge from arrest.His father did not live long after his return\nto his native land, and when he was twenty-one, Harry came into\npossession of a handsome fortune.But even wealth could not tempt him\nto choose a life of idleness; and he went into partnership with Mr.Wade, the senior retiring at the same time.The firm of Wade and West\nis quite as respectable as any in the city.Harry is not a slave to business; and he spends a portion of his time\nat his beautiful place in Rockville; for the cars pass through the\nvillage, which is only a ride of an hour and a half from the city.West's house is situated on a gentle eminence not far distant from\nthe turnpike road.It is built upon the very spot where the cabin of\nthe charcoal burners stood, in which Harry, the fugitive, passed two\nnights.The aspect of the place is entirely changed, though the very\nrock upon which our hero ate the sumptuous repast the little angel\nbrought him may be seen in the centre of the beautiful garden, by the\nside of the house.West often seats himself there to think of the\nevents of the past, and to treasure up the pleasant memories connected\nwith the vicinity.The house is elegant and spacious, though there is nothing gaudy or\ngay about it.It is plainly furnished, though the\narticles are rich and tasteful.Who is that\nbeautiful lady sitting at the piano-forte?Do you not recognize her,\ngentle reader?West, and an old\nacquaintance.She is no longer the little angel, though I cannot tell\nher height or her weight; but her husband thinks she is just as much\nof an angel now as when she fed him on doughnuts upon the flat rock in\nthe garden.He is a fine-looking", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "West thinks\nhe is handsome--which is all very well, provided he does not think so\nhimself.\"This is a capital day, Julia; suppose we ride over to Redfield, and\nsee friend Nason,\" said Mr.The horse is ordered; and as they ride along, the gentleman amuses his\nwife with the oft-repeated story of his flight from Jacob Wire's.\"Do you see that high rock, Julia?\"The bedroom is north of the garden.\"That is the very one where I dodged Leman, and took the back track;\nand there is where I knocked the bull-dog over.\"It is a pleasant little\ncottage, for he is no longer in the service of the town.Connected with it is a fine farm of\ntwenty acres.Nason by his\nprotege, though no money was paid.Harry would have made it a free\ngift, if the pride of his friend would have permitted; but it amounts\nto the same thing.West and his lady are warmly welcomed by Mr.The ex-keeper is an old man now.He is a member of the church, and\nconsidered an excellent and useful citizen.West\nhis \"boy,\" and regards him with mingled pride and admiration.Our friends dine at the cottage; and, after dinner, Mr.West talk over old times, ride down to Pine Pleasant, and visit the\npoorhouse.The bathroom is south of the garden.Squire Walker, Jacob\nWire, and most of the paupers who were the companions of our hero, are\ndead and gone, and the living speak gently of the departed.At Pine Pleasant, they fasten the horse to a tree, and cross over to\nthe rock which was Harry's favorite resort in childhood.\"By the way, Harry, have you heard anything of Ben Smart lately?\"\"After his discharge from the state prison, I heard that he went to\nsea.\"They say she never smiled after she\ngave him up as a hopeless case.\"I pity a mother whose son turns out badly.In their absence, a letter for Julia from Katy Flint\nhas arrived.Joe is a\nsteady man, and, with Harry's assistance, has purchased an interest in\nthe stable formerly kept by Major Phillips, who has retired on a\ncompetency.asked Harry, as she broke the seal.\"Yes; he has just been sent to the Maryland penitentiary for\nhousebreaking.\"\"Katy says her mother feels very badly about it.\"Flint is an excellent woman; she was a mother to\nme.\"When he had posted his men in the\nchurch and the surrounding buildings, he mounted a horse and fled\ntoward St Benoit.At a tavern where he stopped to get a stiff draught\nof spirits he announced that the rebels had been victorious and that he\nwas seeking reinforcements with which to crush the troops completely.Then, finding that the cordon was\ntightening around him, he blew out his brains with a revolver.Thus\nended a life which was not without its share of romance and mystery.On the night of the 14th the troops encamped near the desolate village\nof St Eustache, a large part of which had unfortunately been given over\nto the flames during the engagement.In the morning the column set out", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Sir John Colborne had threatened that if a single shot\nwere fired from St Benoit the village would be given over to fire and\npillage.But when the troops arrived there they found awaiting them\nabout two hundred and fifty men bearing white flags.All the villagers\nlaid down their arms and made an unqualified submission.And it is a\nmatter for profound regret that, notwithstanding this, the greater part\nof the village {101} was burned to the ground.Sir John Colborne has\nbeen severely censured for this occurrence, and not without reason.Nothing is more certain, of course, than that he did not order it.It\nseems to have been the work of the loyalist volunteers, who had without\ndoubt suffered much at the hands of the rebels.'The irregular troops\nemployed,' wrote one of the British officers, 'were not to be\ncontrolled, and were in every case, I believe, the instrument of the\ninfliction.'Far too much burning and pillaging went on, indeed, in\nthe wake of the rebellion.'You know,' wrote an inhabitant of St\nBenoit to a friend in Montreal, 'where the younger Arnoldi got his\nsupply of butter, or where another got the guitar he carried back with\nhim from the expedition about the neck.'And it is probable that the\nBritish officers, and perhaps Sir John Colborne himself, winked at some\nthings which they could not officially recognize.At any rate, it is\nimpossible to acquit Colborne of all responsibility for the unsoldierly\nconduct of the men under his command.It is usual to regard the rebellion of 1837 in Lower Canada as no less\na fiasco than its counterpart in Upper Canada.There is no doubt that\nit was hopeless from the outset.{102} It was an impromptu movement,\nbased upon a sudden resolution rather than on a well-reasoned plan of\naction.Most of the leaders--Wolfred Nelson, Thomas Storrow Brown,\nRobert Bouchette, and Amury Girod--were strangers to the men under\ntheir command; and none of them, save Chenier, seemed disposed to fight\nto the last ditch.The movement at its inception fell under the\nofficial ban of the Church; and only two priests, the cures of St\nCharles and St Benoit, showed it any encouragement.The kitchen is east of the garden.The actual\nrebellion was confined to the county of Two Mountains and the valley of\nthe Richelieu.The hallway is west of the garden.The districts of Quebec and Three Rivers were quiet as\nthe grave--with the exception, perhaps, of an occasional village like\nMontmagny, where Etienne P. Tache, afterwards a colleague of Sir John\nMacdonald and prime minister of Canada, was the centre of a local\nagitation.Yet it is easy to see that the rebellion might have been\nmuch more serious.But for the loyal attitude of the ecclesiastical\nauthorities, and the efforts of many clear-headed parish priests like\nthe Abbe Paquin of St Eustache, the revolutionary leaders might have\nbeen able to consummate their plans, and Sir John Colborne, with the\nsmall number of troops at {103} his disposal, might have found it\ndifficult to keep the flag flying.", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The rebellion was easily snuffed\nout because the majority of the French-Canadian people, in obedience to\nthe voice of their Church, set their faces against it.{104}\n\nCHAPTER X\n\nTHE LORD HIGH COMMISSIONER\n\nThe rebellions in Upper and Lower Canada profoundly affected public\nopinion in the mother country.That the first year of the reign of the\nyoung Queen Victoria should have been marred by an armed revolt in an\nimportant British colony shocked the sensibilities of Englishmen and\nforced the country and the government to realize that the grievances of\nthe Canadian Reformers were more serious than they had imagined.It\nwas clear that the old system of alternating concession and repression\nhad broken down and that the situation demanded radical action.The hallway is north of the office.The\nMelbourne government suspended the constitution of Lower Canada for\nthree years, and appointed the Earl of Durham as Lord High\nCommissioner, with very full powers, to go out to Canada to investigate\nthe grievances and to report on a remedy.John George Lambton, the first Earl of {105} Durham, was a wealthy and\npowerful Whig nobleman, of decided Liberal, if not Radical, leanings.He had taken no small part in the framing of the Reform Bill of 1832,\nand at one time he had been hailed by the English Radicals or Chartists\nas their coming leader.It was therefore expected that he would be\ndecently sympathetic with the Reform movements in the Canadas.At the\nsame time, Melbourne and his ministers were only too glad to ship him\nout of the country.There was no question of his great ability and\nstatesmanlike outlook.But his advanced Radical views were distasteful\nto many of his former colleagues; and his arrogant manners, his lack of\ntact, and his love of pomp and circumstance made him unpopular even in\nhis own party.The truth is that he was an excellent leader to work\nunder, but a bad colleague to work with.The Melbourne government had\nfirst got rid of him by sending him to St Petersburg as ambassador\nextraordinary; and then, on his return from St Petersburg, they got him\nout of the way by sending him to Canada.He was at first loath to go,\nmainly on the ground of ill health; but at the personal intercession of\nthe young queen he accepted the commission offered him.It was {106}\nan evil day for himself, but a good day for Canada, when he did so.Durham arrived in Quebec, with an almost regal retinue, on May 28,\n1838.Gosford, who had remained in Canada throughout the rebellion,\nhad gone home at the end of February; and the administration had been\ntaken over by Sir John Colborne, the commander-in-chief of the forces.The kitchen is south of the office.As soon as the news of the suspension of the constitution reached Lower\nCanada, Sir John Colborne appointed a provisional special council of\ntwenty-two members, half of them French and half of them English, to\nadminister the affairs of the province until Lord Durham should arrive.The first official act of Lord Durham in the colony swept this council\nout of existence.\"You'll be over again soon, won't you?\"\"We're going to be tre-", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The kitchen is south of the garden.\"As soon as I can, Hilary.By Monday noon, the spare room had lost its look of prim order.In the\nafternoon, Pauline and her mother went down to the store to buy the\nmatting.There was not much choice to be had, and the only green and\nwhite there was, was considerably beyond the limit they had allowed\nthemselves.\"Never mind,\" Pauline said cheerfully, \"plain white will look ever so\ncool and pretty--perhaps, the green would fade.Over a low wicker sewing-chair, she did linger longingly; it would look\nso nice beside one of the west windows.She meant to place a low table\nfor books and work between those side windows.In the end, prudence\nwon the day, and surely, the new paper and matting were enough to be\ngrateful for in themselves.By the next afternoon the paper was on and the matting down.Pauline\nwas up garret rummaging, when she heard someone calling her from the\nfoot of the stairs.\"I'm here, Josie,\" she called back, and her friend\ncame running up.Pauline held up an armful of old-fashioned chintz.\"It makes one think of high-waisted\ndresses, and minuets and things like that.\"\"They were my great-grandmother's bed curtains.\"\"I'm not sure mother will let me do anything.I came across them just\nnow in looking for some green silk she said I might have to cover\nHilary's pin-cushion with.\"Patience has been doing the honors of the new paper\nand matting--it's going to be lovely, I think.\"Pauline scrambled to her feet, shaking out the chintz: \"If only mother\nwould--it's pink and green--let's go ask her.\"\"What do you want to do with it, Pauline?\"\"I haven't thought that far--use it for draperies of some kind, I\nsuppose,\" the girl answered.They were standing in the middle of the big, empty room.Suddenly,\nJosie gave a quick exclamation, pointing to the bare corner between the\nfront and side windows.\"Wouldn't a cozy corner be delightful--with\ncover and cushions of the chintz?\"\"I suppose so, dear--only where is the bench part to come from?\"\"Tom'll make the frame for it, I'll go get him this minute,\" Josie\nanswered.\"And you might use that single mattress from up garret,\" Mrs.Pauline ran up to inspect it, and to see what other treasures might be\nforthcoming.The garret was a big, shadowy place, extending over the\nwhole house, and was lumber room, play place and general refuge, all in\none.The garden is south of the bathroom.Presently, from under the eaves, she drew forward a little\nold-fashioned sewing-chair, discarded on the giving out of its cane\nseat.\"But I could tack a piece of burlap on and cover it with a\ncushion,\" Pauline decided, and bore it down in triumph to the new room,\nwhere Tom Brice was already making his measurements for", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Josie was on the floor, measuring for the cover.Tom says it won't take long to do his part.\"Tom straightened himself, slipping his rule into his pocket.\"I don't\nsee what you want it for, though,\" he said.\"'Yours not to reason why--'\" Pauline told him.\"We see, and so will\nHilary.Don't you and Josie want to join the new club--the 'S.\"Society of Willing Females, I suppose?\"\"It sounds like some sort of sewing circle,\" Josie said.The hallway is west of the garden.Pauline sat down in one of the wide window places.\"I'm not sure it\nmight not take in both.It is--'The Seeing Winton First Club.'\"Josie looked as though she didn't quite understand, but Tom whistled\nsoftly.\"What else have you been doing for the past fifteen years, if\nyou please, ma'am?\"\"One ought to know a place rather thoroughly in\nfifteen years, I suppose; but--I'm hoping we can make it seem at least\na little bit new and different this summer--for Hilary.You see, we\nshan't be able to send her away, and so, I thought, perhaps, if we\ntried looking at Winton--with new eyes--\"\n\n\"I see,\" Josie cried.\"I think it's a splendiferous ideal\"\n\n\"And, I thought, if we formed a sort of club among ourselves and worked\ntogether--\"\n\n\"Listen,\" Josie interrupted again, \"we'll make it a condition of\nmembership, that each one must, in turn, think up something pleasant to\ndo.\"\"It will be so--necessarily--won't it?\"For Winton\nwas not rich in young people.\"There will be enough of us,\" Josie declared hopefully.\"Not less than the\nGraces, nor more than the Muses.\"The garden is west of the kitchen.And so the new club was formed then and there.There were to be no\nregular and formal meetings, no dues, nor fines, and each member was to\nconsider himself, or herself, an active member of the programme\ncommittee.Tom, as the oldest member of their immediate circle of friends, was\nchosen president before that first meeting adjourned; no other officers\nwere considered necessary at the time.And being president, to him was\npromptly delegated the honor--despite his vigorous protests--of\narranging for their first outing and notifying the other members--yet\nto be.\"But,\" he expostulated, \"what's a fellow to think up--in a hole like\nthis?\"It was one of the chief\noccupations of Josie's life at present, to contradict all such\nheretical utterances on Tom's part.He was to go away that fall to\ncommence his studies for the medical profession, for it was Dr.Brice's\ngreat desire that, later, his son should assist him in his practice.But, so far, Tom though wanting to follow his father's profession, was\nfirm in his determination, not to follow it in Winton.\"And remember,\" Pauline said, as the three went down", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The garden is north of the hallway.\"It mustn't be a picnic, I suppose?Hilary won't be up to picnics yet\nawhile.\"\"N-no, and we want to begin soon.She'll be back Friday, I think,\"\nPauline answered.By Wednesday night the spare room was ready for the expected guest.\"It's as if someone had waved a fairy wand over it, isn't it?\"\"I think she will and--pleased.\"Pauline gave one of the cushions in\nthe cozy corner a straightening touch, and drew the window\nshades--Miranda had taken them down and turned them--a little lower.\"It's a regular company room, isn't it?\"So to\nmy father's, and there supped, and so home.At home in the afternoon, and had\nnotice that my Lord Hinchingbroke is fallen ill, which I fear is with the\nfruit that I did give them on Saturday last at my house: so in the evening\nI went thither and there found him very ill, and in great fear of the\nsmallpox.I supped with my Lady, and did consult about him, but we find\nit best to let him lie where he do; and so I went home with my heart full\nof trouble for my Lord Hinchinabroke's sickness, and more for my Lord\nSandwich's himself, whom we are now confirmed is sick ashore at Alicante,\nwho, if he should miscarry, God knows in what condition would his family\nbe.I dined to-day with my Lord Crew, who is now at Sir H. Wright's,\nwhile his new house is making fit for him, and he is much troubled also at\nthese things.To the Privy Seal in the morning, then to the Wardrobe to dinner,\nwhere I met my wife, and found my young Lord very ill.So my Lady intends\nto send her other three sons, Sidney, Oliver, and John, to my house, for\nfear of the small-pox.After dinner I went to my father's, where I found\nhim within, and went up to him, and there found him settling his papers\nagainst his removal, and I took some old papers of difference between me\nand my wife and took them away.After that Pall being there I spoke to my\nfather about my intention not to keep her longer for such and such\nreasons, which troubled him and me also, and had like to have come to some\nhigh words between my mother and me, who is become a very simple woman.Cordery to take her leave of my father, thinking\nhe was to go presently into the country, and will have us to come and see\nher before he do go.Then my father and I went forth to Mr.Rawlinson's,\nwhere afterwards comes my uncle Thomas and his two sons, and then my uncle\nWight by appointment of us all, and there we read the will and told them\nhow things are, and what our thoughts are of kindness to my uncle Thomas\nif he do carry himself peaceable, but otherwise if he persist to keep his\ncaveat up against us.The bathroom is south of the hallway.So he promised to withdraw it, and seemed to be", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The office is east of the bathroom.The garden is west of the bathroom.After a while drinking, we\npaid all and parted, and so I home, and there found my Lady's three sons\ncome, of which I am glad that I am in condition to do her and my Lord any\nservice in this kind, but my mind is yet very much troubled about my Lord\nof Sandwich's health, which I am afeard of.This morning Sir W. Batten and Sir W. Pen and I, waited upon the\nDuke of York in his chamber, to give him an account of the condition of\nthe Navy for lack of money, and how our own very bills are offered upon\nthe Exchange, to be sold at 20 in the 100 loss.He is much troubled at\nit, and will speak to the King and Council of it this morning.So I went\nto my Lady's and dined with her, and found my Lord Hinchingbroke somewhat\nbetter.After dinner Captain Ferrers and I to the Theatre, and there saw\n\"The Alchymist;\" and there I saw Sir W. Pen, who took us when the play was\ndone and carried the Captain to Paul's and set him down, and me home with\nhim, and he and I to the Dolphin, but not finding Sir W. Batten there, we\nwent and carried a bottle of wine to his house, and there sat a while and\ntalked, and so home to bed.Creed of\nthe 15th of July last, that tells me that my Lord is rid of his pain\n(which was wind got into the muscles of his right side) and his feaver,\nand is now in hopes to go aboard in a day or two, which do give me mighty\ngreat comfort.To the Privy Seal and Whitehall, up and down, and at noon Sir W.\nPen carried me to Paul's, and so I walked to the Wardrobe and dined with\nmy Lady, and there told her, of my Lord's sickness (of which though it\nhath been the town-talk this fortnight, she had heard nothing) and\nrecovery, of which she was glad, though hardly persuaded of the latter.I\nfound my Lord Hinchingbroke better and better, and the worst past.Thence\nto the Opera, which begins again to-day with \"The Witts,\" never acted yet\nwith scenes; and the King and Duke and Duchess were there (who dined\nto-day with Sir H. Finch, reader at the Temple, in great state); and\nindeed it is a most excellent play, and admirable scenes.So home and was\novertaken by Sir W. Pen in his coach, who has been this afternoon with my\nLady Batten, &c., at the Theatre.So I followed him to the Dolphin, where\nSir W. Batten was, and there we sat awhile, and so home after we had made\nshift to fuddle Mr.At the office all the morning, though little to be done; because\nall our clerks are gone to the buriall of Tom Whitton, one of the\nController's clerks, a very ingenious, and a likely young man to live, as\nany in the Office.But it is such a sickly", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Among others, the famous Tom Fuller is dead of it; and Dr.The bedroom is south of the garden.Nichols, Dean\nof Paul's; and my Lord General Monk is very dangerously ill.Dined at\nhome with the children and were merry, and my father with me; who after\ndinner he and I went forth about business.The office is north of the garden.John Williams at an alehouse, where we staid till past nine at\nnight, in Shoe Lane, talking about our country business, and I found him\nso well acquainted with the matters of Gravely that I expect he will be of\ngreat use to me.I understand my Aunt Fenner is upon\nthe point of death.At the Privy Seal, where we had a seal this morning.Then met with\nNed Pickering, and walked with him into St.James's Park (where I had not\nbeen a great while), and there found great and very noble alterations.And, in our discourse, he was very forward to complain and to speak loud\nof the lewdness and beggary of the Court, which I am sorry to hear, and\nwhich I am afeard will bring all to ruin again.So he and I to the\nWardrobe to dinner, and after dinner Captain Ferrers and I to the Opera,\nand saw \"The Witts\" again, which I like exceedingly.The Queen of Bohemia\nwas here, brought by my Lord Craven.So the Captain and I and another to\nthe Devil tavern and drank, and so by coach home.Troubled in mind that I\ncannot bring myself to mind my business, but to be so much in love of\nplays.I am not so presumptuous as to apply\nto the following most slight memorials, some of which relate to very\nobscure persons, who claimed neither \"the boast of heraldry, nor the\npomp of power,\" but whose\n\n                     ----useful toil,\n   Their homely joys and destiny obscure\n\nbenefited society by their honest labour;--I am not so vain as to apply\nto these, any part of the high testimony which Sir Walter Scott has so\njustly paid to the merit of Mr.Lodge's truly splendid work of the\nportraits of celebrated personages of English history.I can only take\nleave to disjoint, or to dislocate, or copy, a very few of his words,\nand to apply them to the following scanty pages, as it must be\ninteresting to have exhibited before our eyes _our fathers as they\nlived_, accompanied with such memorials of their lives and characters,\nas enable us to compare their persons and countenances with their\nsentiments:--portraits shewing us how \"our ancestors looked, moved, and\ndressed,\"--as the pen informs us \"how they thought, acted, lived and\ndied.\"One cannot help feeling kindness for the memories of those whose\nwritings have pleased us.[1]\n\nWhat native of the county of Hereford, but must wish to see their\ntown-hall ornamented with a life-breathing portrait of Dr.Beale,\nembodying,", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Or what elegant scholar but must wish\nto view the resemblance of the almost unknown Thomas Whately, Esq., or\nthat of the Rev.William Gilpin, whose vivid pen (like that of the late\nSir Uvedale Price), has \"realized painting,\" and enchained his readers\nto the rich scenes of nature?Johnson calls portrait painting \"that art which is employed in\ndiffusing friendship, in reviving tenderness, in quickening the\naffections of the absent, and continuing the presence of the dead.\"The horticultural intercourse that now passes between England and\nFrance, induces one to express a wish, that the portraits of many of\nthose delightful writers on this science, whose pens have adorned\nFrance, (justly termed from its climate _la terre classique\nd'horticulture_), were selected and engraved; for many of their\nportraits have never yet been engraved.If this selection were\naccompanied with a few brief notices of them and their works, it would\ninduce many in this country to peruse some of the most fascinating\nproductions that ever issued from the press.The bedroom is east of the office.Amongst so many, whose\nportraits and memoirs would interest us, I will mention those of\nChampier, who distinguished himself at the battle of Aignadel, and who\npublished at Lyons, in 1533, Campus Elisius Galliae amenitate referens;\nCharles Etienne, who, in 1529, produced his Praedium Rusticum; and who\nwith Leibault published the Maison Rustique, of which upwards of thirty\neditions have been published, (and which our Gervase Markham calls _a\nwork of infinite excellencie_); Paulmier de Grenlemesnil, a most\nestimable man, physician to Charles IX., and who died at Caen in 1588,\nand wrote a treatise de Vino et Pomaceo; and the only act of whose long\nlife that one regrets is, that his great skill was the means of\nre-establishing the health of Charles, who, with his mother, directed\nthe horrid Massacre of St.Bartholomew; Cousin, who died in the prison\nof Besancon, and wrote De Hortorum laudibus; that patriarch of\nagriculture and of horticulture, Olivier de Serres, whose sage and\nphilosophic mind composed a work rich with the most profound\nreflections, and whose genius and merit were so warmly patronized by\n\"le bon Henri,\" and no less by Sully;[2] Boyceau, intendant of the\ngardens of Louis XIII., who, in 1638, published Traite du Jardinage,\nselon les raisons de la nature, et de l'art, avec divers desseins de\nparterres, pelouses, bosquets, &c.; Andre Mollet, who wrote Le Jardin de\nplaisir, &c.; Claude Mollet, head gardener to Henry IV.The office is east of the kitchen.and Louis XIII.,\nwho, in 1595, planted the gardens of Saint Germain-en-laye, Monceau,\nand Fontainbleau, and whose", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Loudon observes),\nhas been too much forgotten; Bornefond, author of Jardinier Francois, et\ndelices de la campagne; Louis Liger, of consummate experience in the\nflorist's art, \"auteur d'un grand nombre d'ouvrages sur l'agriculture,\net le jardinage,\" and one of whose works was thought not unworthy of\nbeing revised by London and Wise, and of whose interesting works the\nBiographie Universelle (in 52 tomes) gives a long list, and mentions the\ngreat sale which his Jardinier fleuriste once had; Morin, the florist,\nmentioned by Evelyn, and whose garden contained ten thousand tulips; the\njustly celebrated Jean de la Quintinye, whose precepts, says Voltaire,\nhave been followed by all Europe, and his abilities magnificently\nrewarded by Louis; Le Notre, the most celebrated gardener (to use Mr.Loudon's words) that perhaps ever existed, and of whom the Biographie\nUniver.observes, that whatever might have been the changes introduced\nin whatever Le Notre cultivated, \"il seroit difficile de mettre plus de\ngrandeur et de noblesse;\"[3] Charles Riviere du Fresnoy \"qu'il joignot a\nun gout general pour tous les arts, des talens particuliers pour la\nmusique et le dessein.Il excelloit sur-tout dans l'art de destribuer\nles jardins.Il publia plusieurs _Chansons et les Amusemens serieux et\ncomiques_: petit ouvrage souvens re-imprime et pleins de peintures vives\net plaisantes, de la plupart des etats de la vie.On remarques dans\ntouts ses productions une imagination enjouee et singuliere;\"\nPontchasteau, who wrote on the cultivation of fruit trees, whose\npenitence and devotion were so severely austere, and whose very singular\nhistory is given us in the interesting \"Lettres de Madame la Comtesse de\nla Riviere;\" Linant, to whom Voltaire was a warm protector and friend,\nand who, in 1745, wrote his poem Sur la Perfection des Jardins, sous la\nregne de Louis XIV.The bedroom is south of the garden.; and of whom it was said that \"les qualites du\ncoeur ne le caracterisoient pas moins que celles de l'esprit;\" Le Pere\nRapin;[4] D'Argenville; Le Maistre, curate of Joinville, who in 1719\nadded to his \"Fruitier de la France,\" \"Une Dissertation historique sur\nl'origine et les progres des Jardins; Vaniere, who wrote the Praedium\nRusticum;[5] Arnauld d'Andilli, in so many respects rendered\nillustrious, who retired to the convent of Port Royal, (that divine\nsolitude, where theThe hallway is north of the garden.", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Briefe von Lorenz Sterne, dem Verfasser von Yorik\u2019s empfindsame Reisen.Englisch und Deutsch zum erstenmal abgedruckt.Is probably\nthe same as \u201cHinterlassene Briefe.Englisch und Deutsch.\u201d Leipzig, 1787.Predigten von Laurenz Sterne oder Yorick.I, 1766; II, 1767.The same, III, under the special title \u201cReden an Esel.\u201d\n\nPredigten.Neue Sammlung von Predigten: Leipsig, 1770.The bathroom is north of the garden.Mit Einleitung und Anmerkungen.Reden an Esel, von Lorenz Sterne.Lorenz Sterne des Menschenkenners Benutzung einiger Schriftsteller.An abridged edition of his sermons.Buch der Predigten oder 100 Predigten und Reden aus den verschiedenen\nZeiten by R.\u00a0Nesselmann.Contains Sterne\u2019s sermon on St.Yorick\u2019s Nachgelassene Werke.Translation of the Koran,\nby J.\u00a0G. Gellius.Der Koran, oder Leben und Meinungen des Tria Juncta in Uno, M.\u00a0N.\u00a0A.\nEin hinterlassenes Werk von dem Verfasser des Tristram Shandy.Yorick\u2019s Betrachtungen \u00fcber verschiedene wichtige und angenehme\nGegenst\u00e4nde.Frankfurt und Leipzig, 1769.Betrachtungen \u00fcber verschiedene Gegenst\u00e4nde.Nachlese aus Laurence Sterne\u2019s Werken in\u2019s Deutsche \u00fcbersetzt von Julius\nVoss.French translations of Sterne\u2019s works were issued at Bern and\nStrassburg, and one of his \u201cSentimental Journey\u201d at Kopenhagen and an\nItalian translation of the same in Dresden (1822), and in Prague (1821).The following list contains (a) books or articles treating\n  particularly, or at some length, the relation of German authors\n  to Laurence Sterne; (b)\u00a0books of general usefulness in determining\n  literary conditions in the eighteenth century, to which frequent\n  reference is made; (c)\u00a0periodicals which are the sources of reviews\n  and criticisms cited in the text.Other works to which only\n  incidental reference is made are noted in the text itself.Allgemeine deutsche Bibliothek.Berlin und Stettin, 1765-92.Allgemeine Litteratur Zeitung.Jena, Leipzig, Wien, 1781.Almanach der deutschen Musen.Leipzig, 1770-1781.Altonaer Reichs-Postreuter.Editor 1772-1786 was Albrecht\nWittenberg.Altonischer Gelehrter Mercurius.The bathroom is south of the kitchen.Altona, 1763-", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Auserlesene Bibliothek der neuesten deutschen Litteratur.Lemgo,\n1772-1778.The Influence of Laurence Sterne upon German\nLiterature.Bauer, F. Sternescher Humor in Immermanns M\u00fcnchhausen.Bauer, F. Ueber den Einfluss Laurence Sternes auf Chr.Laurence Sterne und C.\u00a0M. Wieland.Forschungen zur\nneueren Literaturgeschichte, No.Ein Beitrag zur\nErforschung fremder Einfl\u00fcsse auf Wielands Dichtungen.Berlinische Monatsschrift, 1783-1796, edited by Gedike and Biester.Bibliothek der sch\u00f6nen Wissenschaften und der freyen K\u00fcnste.Leipzig,\n1757-65.The kitchen is south of the bedroom.I-IV edited by Nicolai and Mendelssohn, V-XII edited by\nChr.J. J. C. Bode\u2019s Literarisches Leben.Nebst dessen Bildniss von Lips.VI of Bode\u2019s translation of\nMontaigne, \u201cMichael Montaigne\u2019s Gedanken und Meinungen.\u201d Berlin,\n1793-1795.Bremisches Magazin zur Ausbreitung der Wissenschaften, K\u00fcnste und\nTugend.Bremen und Leipzig, 1757-66.Sternes Coran und Makariens Archiv.39, p.\u00a0922\u00a0f.Czerny, Johann, Sterne, Hippel und Jean Paul.Deutsche Bibliothek der sch\u00f6nen Wissenschaften.Leipzig, 1776-1788.Edited by Dohm and Boie and\ncontinued to 1791 as Neues deutsches Museum.Ebeling, Friedrich W. Geschichte der komischen Literatur in Deutschland\nw\u00e4hrend der 2.Die englische Sprache und Litteratur in\nDeutschland.Erfurtische Gelehrte Zeitung.Frankfurter Gelehrte Anzeigen.Published under several\ntitles, 1736-1790.Editors, Merck, Bahrdt and others.Gervinus, G. G. Geschichte der deutschen Dichtung.Grundriss zur Geschichte der deutschen Dichtung.Dresden,\n1884-1900.Gothaische gelehrte Zeitungen.Gotha, 1774-1804.The hallway is north of the bedroom.Published and edited by\nEttinger.G\u00f6ttingische Anzeigen von Gelehrten Sachen 1753.Michaelis was editor\n1753-1770, then Christian Gottlob Heyne.Hamburger Adress-Comptoir Nachrichten, 1767.Hamburgischer unpartheyischer Correspondent.Full title, Staats-", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Editor, 1763-3, Bode; 1767-1770, Albrecht Wittenberg.The kitchen is west of the bathroom.Goethe plagiaire de Sterne, in Le Monde Ma\u00e7onnique.Der Roman in Deutschland von 1774 bis 1778.Geschichte der deutschen Literatur im achtzehnten\nJahrhundert.Braunschweig, 1893-94.This is the third\ndivision of his Literaturgeschichte des achtzehnten Jahrhunderts.Die deutsche Nationalliteratur seit dem Anfange des\nachtzehnten Jahrhunderts, besonders seit Lessing bis auf die Gegenwart.Historisch-litterarisches Handbuch\nber\u00fchmter und denkw\u00fcrdiger Personen, welche in dem 18.The office is east of the bathroom.Jahrhundert\ngelebt haben.Jenaische Zeitungen von gelehrten Sachen.Lexikon deutscher Dichter und Prosaisten.Leipzig, 1806-1811.Geschichte der deutschen Nationalliteratur.Ueber die Beziehungen der englischen Literatur zur deutschen\nim 18.Geschichte der deutschen Literatur.Leipziger Musen-Almanach.Editor, 1776-78, Friedrich\nTraugott Hase.Laurence Sterne und Johann Georg Jacobi.Magazin der deutschen Critik.Edited by Gottlob\nBenedict Schirach.Mager, A. Wielands Nachlass des Diogenes von Sinope und das englische\nVorbild.Das gelehrte Deutschland, oder Lexicon der jetzt\nlebenden deutschen Schriftsteller.Lemgo, 1796-1806.He good humoredly nodded, and took up his pen again,--a hint at which\nthe embarrassed foreman, under cover of hitching up his trousers,\nawkwardly and reluctantly withdrew.It was with some natural youthful curiosity, but no lack of loyalty to\nColonel Starbottle, that the editor that evening sought this \"war-horse\nof the Democracy,\" as he was familiarly known, in his invalid chamber at\nthe Palmetto Hotel.He found the hero with a bandaged ear and--perhaps\nit was fancy suggested by the story of the choking--cheeks more than\nusually suffused and apoplectic.Nevertheless, he was seated by the\ntable with a mint julep before him, and welcomed the editor by instantly\nordering another.The editor was glad to find him so much better.\"Gad, sir, no bones broken, but a good deal of 'possum scratching about\nthe head for such a little throw like that.I must have slid a yard or\ntwo on my left ear before I brought up.\"\"You were unconscious from the fall, I believe.\"\"Only for an instant, sir--a single instant!I recovered myself with the\nassistance of a No", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\"Then you think your injuries were entirely due to your fall?\"The colonel paused with the mint julep halfway to his lips, and set it\ndown.\"You say you were unconscious,\" returned the editor lightly, \"and some\nof your friends think the injuries inconsistent with what you believe to\nbe the cause.They are concerned lest you were unknowingly the victim of\nsome foul play.\"Do you take me for a chuckle-headed niggah, that I\ndon't know when I'm thrown from a buck-jumping mustang?or do they think\nI'm a Chinaman to be hustled and beaten by a gang of bullies?Do\nthey know, sir, that the account I have given I am responsible for,\nsir?--personally responsible?\"There was no doubt to the editor that the colonel was perfectly serious,\nand that the indignation arose from no guilty consciousness of a\nsecret.A man as peppery as the colonel would have been equally alert in\ndefense.\"They feared that you might have been ill used by some evilly\ndisposed person during your unconsciousness,\" explained the editor\ndiplomatically; \"but as you say THAT was only for a moment, and that you\nwere aware of everything that happened\"--He paused.As plain as I see this julep before me.I\nhad just left the Ramierez rancho.The senora,--a devilish pretty\nwoman, sir,--after a little playful badinage, had offered to lend me\nher daughter's mustang if I could ride it home.\"I'm an older man than you, sir, but a\nchallenge from a d----d fascinating creature, I trust, sir, I am not yet\nold enough to decline.Gad, sir, I mounted the brute.I've ridden Morgan\nstock and Blue Grass thoroughbreds bareback, sir, but I've never thrown\nmy leg over such a blanked Chinese cracker before.The bedroom is north of the kitchen.After he bolted I\nheld my own fairly, but he buck-jumped before I could lock my spurs\nunder him, and the second jump landed me!\"\"How far from the Ramierez fonda were you when you were thrown?\"\"A matter of four or five hundred yards, sir.\"\"Then your accident might have been seen from the fonda?\"The garden is south of the kitchen.For in that case, I may say, without vanity,\nthat--er--the--er senora would have come to my assistance.\"The old-fashioned shirt-frill which the colonel habitually wore grew\nerectile with a swelling indignation, possibly half assumed to conceal a\ncertain conscious satisfaction beneath.Grey,\" he said, with pained\nseverity, \"as a personal friend of mine, and a representative of the\npress,--a power which I respect,--I overlook a disparaging reflection\nupon a lady, which I can only attribute to the levity of youth and\nthoughtlessness.At the same time, sir,\" he added, with illogical\nsequence, \"if Ramierez felt aggrieved at my attentions, he knew where\nI could be found, sir, and that it was not my habit to decline\ngiving gentlemen--of any nationality--satisfaction--sir!--", "question": "What is the kitchen north of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "He paused, and then added, with a singular blending of anxiety and a\ncertain natural dignity, \"I trust, sir, that nothing of this--er--kind\nwill appear in your paper.\"\"It was to keep it out by learning the truth from you, my dear colonel,\"\nsaid the editor lightly, \"that I called to-day.Why, it was even\nsuggested,\" he added, with a laugh, \"that you were half strangled by a\nlasso.\"To his surprise the colonel did not join in the laugh, but brought his\nhand to his loose cravat with an uneasy gesture and a somewhat disturbed\nface.\"I admit, sir,\" he said, with a forced smile, \"that I experienced\na certain sensation of choking, and I may have mentioned it to Mr.Parmlee; but it was due, I believe, sir, to my cravat, which I always\nwear loosely, as you perceive, becoming twisted in my fall, and in\nrolling over.\"He extended his fat white hand to the editor, who shook it cordially,\nand then withdrew.Nevertheless, although perfectly satisfied with his\nmission, and firmly resolved to prevent any further discussion on the\nsubject, Mr.What were the\nrelations of the colonel with the Ramierez family?From what he himself\nhad said, the theory of the foreman as to the motives of the attack\nmight have been possible, and the assault itself committed while the\ncolonel was unconscious.Grey, however, kept this to himself, briefly told his foreman that\nhe found no reason to add to the account already in type, and dismissed\nthe subject from his mind.One morning a week afterward, the foreman entered the sanctum\ncautiously, and, closing the door of the composing-room behind him,\nstood for a moment before the editor with a singular combination of\nirresolution, shamefacedness, and humorous discomfiture in his face.Answering the editor's look of inquiry, he began slowly, \"Mebbe ye\nremember when we was talkin' last week o' Colonel Starbottle's accident,\nI sorter allowed that he knew all the time WHY he was attacked that way,\nonly he wouldn't tell.\"\"Yes, I remember you were incredulous,\" said the editor, smiling.\"Well, I have been through the mill myself!\"He unbuttoned his shirt collar, pointed to his neck, which showed a\nslight abrasion and a small livid mark of strangulation at the throat,\nand added, with a grim smile, \"And I've got about as much proof as I\nwant.\"The editor put down his pen and stared at him.No, thank you, Jane; not fish-balls.with your fish-balls and your curries.Oh, if it wasn't for\nthat trumpery legacy!(_Exit L., snarling._)\n\nCODDLE.WHITWELL (_loudly_).My dear sir, is it possible you suffer such\ninsolence?Yes, a perfect treasure, my\nyoung friend.Well, after that, deaf isn't the word for it.The kitchen is north of the hallway.CODDLE (_rises, shuts doors and windowThe garden is south of the hallway.", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Shouts._) Now, my _dear_ friend, let us have a little\ntalk; a confidential talk, eh!Confidential, in a bellow like that!I asked you to dinner,\nnot that you might eat.What for, then, I'd like to know?The office is south of the hallway.Had you been a married man, I would have sent you\nto jail with pleasure; but you're a bachelor.Now, I'm a father, with\na dear daughter as happy as the day is long.Possibly in every respect\nyou may not suit her.WHITWELL (_picks up hat_).Does the old dolt mean to insult me!But you suit _me_, my friend, to a T; and I offer\nyou her hand, plump, no more words about it.Sir; (_Aside._) She's humpbacked, I'll stake my life, a\ndromedary!Between ourselves, sir,--in the strictest\nconfidence, mind,--she will bring you a nest-egg of fifty thousand\ndollars.A double hump, then, beyond all doubt.Not a\ndromedary,--a camel!(_Bows._) (_Shouts._) Sir, I\nappreciate the honor, but I--(_Going._)\n\nCODDLE.Not so fast; you can't go to her yet.If you could have heard a\nword she said, you shouldn't have my daughter.Perhaps you may not have noticed that I'm a trifle\ndeaf.(_Shouts._) I think I\ndid notice it.A little hard of hearing, so to speak.You\nsee, young man, I live here entirely alone with my daughter.She talks\nwith nobody but _me_, and is as happy as a bird the livelong day.She must have a sweet old time of it.Now, suppose I were to take for a son-in-law one of the dozen\nwho have already teased my life out for her,--a fellow with his ears\nentirely normal: of course they'd talk together in their natural\nvoice, and force me to be incessantly calling out, \"What's that you're\nsaying?\"\"I can't hear; say that again.\"The thing's preposterous, of course.Now, with\na son-in-law like yourself,--deaf as a door-post,--this annoyance\ncouldn't happen.The kitchen is north of the hallway.You'd shout at your wife, she'd shout back, of course,\nand I'd hear the whole conversation.(_Aside._) The old\nscoundrel looks out for number one, don't he?(_Enter JANE, door in F., with visiting-card._)\n\nCODDLE (_shouts_).I\nget an audible son-in-law, you, a charming wife.she with a double hump on her\nback, and he has the face to say she's charming.we're in for another deefy in the family.(_Shouts._) A\ngentleman to see you, sir.(_Shouts._) Now, my\nboy, before you see your future bride, you'll want to fix up a little", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "(_Points to door, R._) Step in there, my dear friend, and arrange\nyour dress.WHITWELL (_shakes his head_).(_Aside._) This scrape I'm in begins to look\nalarming.(_Pushes him out._) Be\noff, lad, be off.(_Motions to brush his\nhair, &c._) Brushes, combs, collars, and a razor.(_Exit WHITWELL, R._)\nI felt certain a merciful Providence would send me the right husband\nfor Eglantine at last.Dear, faithful, affectionate\nJane, wish me joy!1 E._)\n\n            (_EGLANTINE enters R. as her father runs out._)\n\nEGLANTINE.Jane, is any thing the matter with papa?He's found that son-in-law of\nhis'n,--that angel!In that there room, a-cleaning hisself.You've heared of the sacrifice of Abraham, Miss\nEglantine?Well, 'tain't a circumstance to the sacrifice of\nCoddle!Maybe you know, miss, that, in the matter of hearing, your pa is\ndeficient?Alongside of the feller he's picked out for your beau,\nyour pa can hear the grass grow on the mounting-top, easy!Not deef, miss; deef ain't a touch to it.A hundred thousand times I refuse such a husband.Your pa can't marry\nyou without your consent: don't give it.(_Weeps._)\n\nJANE.So it be, Miss Eglantine; so it be.Better give him the mitten out of hand, miss.I say!--He's\nfurrin, miss.--Mr.(_Knocks furiously._)\n\n           (_WHITWELL comes out of chamber; sees EGLANTINE._)\n\nWHITWELL (_aside_).The garden is west of the bathroom.Why, this is the gentleman I danced with at Sir\nEdward's!Jane, this\ngentleman hears as well as I do myself.How annoying I can't give a hint to Miss Coddle!If\nthat troublesome minx were only out of the way, now!Charles, then, died not by the hands of\nman; and should the present proud imitator of him come to the same\nuntimely end, the writers and publishers of the Testimony are bound, by\nthe doctrine it contains, to applaud the fact.\"The bathroom is west of the bedroom.In his \"Epistle to Quakers\" he speaks of the\ndispersion of the Jews as \"foretold by our Saviour.\"In his famous first\n_Crisis_ he exhorts the Americans not to throw \"the burden of the day\nupon Providence, but'show your faith by your works,' that God may bless\nyou.\"For in those days there was visible to such eyes as his, as to\nanti-slavery eyes in our civil war,\n\n     \"A fiery Gospel writ in burnished rows of steel.\"The Republic, not American but Human, became Paine's religion.\"Divine\nProv", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "So he had written before the\nDeclaration of Independence.In 1778 he finds that there still survives\nsome obstructive superstition among English churchmen in America about\nthe connection of Protestant Christianity with the King.In his seventh\n_Crisis_(November 21, 1778) he wrote sentences inspired by his new\nconception of religion.\"In a Christian and philosophical sense, mankind seem to have stood\nstill at individual civilization, and to retain as nations all the\noriginal rudeness of nature.... As individuals we profess ourselves\nChristians, but as nations we are heathens, Romans, and what not.I\nremember the late Admiral Saunders declaring in the House of Commons,\nand that in the time of peace, 'That the city of Madrid laid in ashes\nwas not a sufficient atonement for the Spaniards taking off the rudder\nof an English sloop of war.'...The arm of Britain has been spoken of as\nthe arm of the Almighty, and she has lived of late as if she thought\nthe whole world created for her diversion.Her politics, instead\nof civilizing, has tended to brutalize mankind, and under the vain\nunmeaning title of 'Defender of the Faith,' she has made war like an\nIndian on the Religion of Humanity.\"'Thus, forty years before Auguste Comte sat, a youth of twenty, at the\nfeet of Saint Simon, learning the principles now known as \"The Religion\nof Humanity,\"* Thomas Paine had not only minted the name, but with it\nthe idea of international civilization, in which nations are to treat\neach other as gentlemen in private life.National honor was, he said,\nconfused with \"bullying\"; but \"that which is the best character for an\nindividual is the best character for a nation.\"The great and pregnant\nidea was, as in the previous instances, occasional.It was a sentence\npassed upon the \"Defender-of-the-Faith\" superstition, which detached\nfaith from humanity, and had pressed the Indian's tomahawk into the\nhands of Jesus.Thaddeus B. Wakeman, an eminent representative of the\n     \"Religion of Humanity,\" writes me that he has not found this\n     phrase in any work earlier than Paine's _Crisis_, vii.At the close of the American Revolution there appeared little need for\na religious reformation.The people were happy, prosperous, and, there\nbeing no favoritism toward any sect under the new state constitutions,\nbut perfect equality and freedom, the Religion of Humanity meant\nsheathing of controversial swords also.It summoned every man to lend a\nhand in repairing the damages of war, and building the new nationality.Paine therefore set about constructing his iron bridge of thirteen\nsymbolic ribs, to overleap the ice-floods and quicksands of rivers.The kitchen is west of the garden.The garden is west of the bathroom.His\nassistant in this work, at Bordentown, New Jersey, John Hall, gives us\nin his journal, glimpses of the religious ignorance and fanaticism of\nthat region.But Paine showed no aggressive spirit towards them.\"My\nemployer,\" writes Hall (1786), \"has _Common Sense_ enough to disbelieve", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The garden is east of the kitchen.In all of his intercourse with Hall (a\nUnitarian just from England), and his neighbors, there is no trace\nof any disposition to deprive any one of a belief, or to excite any\ncontroversy.Humanity did not demand it, and by that direction he left\nthe people to their weekly toils and Sunday sermons.But when (1787) he was in England, Humanity gave another command.It was\nobeyed in the eloquent pages on religious liberty and equality in \"The\nRights of Man.\"Burke had alarmed the nation by pointing out that the\nRevolution in France had laid its hand on religion.The cry was raised\nthat religion was in danger.Paine then uttered his impressive paradox:\n\n\"Toleration is not the opposite of intoleration, but the counterfeit\nof it.The one assumes the right of withholding\nliberty of conscience, and the other of granting it.The garden is west of the hallway.The one is the pope\narmed with fire and <DW19>, the other is the pope selling or granting\nindulgences.... Toleration by the same assumed authority by which it\ntolerates a man to pay his worship, presumptuously and blasphemously\nsets itself up to tolerate the Almighty to receive it.... Who then art\nthou, vain dust and ashes, by whatever name thou art called, whether a\nking, a bishop, a church or a state, a parliament or anything else, that\nobtrudest thine insignificance between the soul of man and his maker?If he believes not as thou believest, it is a\nproof that thou believest not as he believeth, and there is no earthly\npower can determine between you.... Religion, without regard to names,\nas directing itself from the universal family of mankind to the divine\nobject of all adoration, is man bringing to his maker the fruits of his\nheart; and though these fruits may differ like the fruits of the earth,\nthe grateful tribute of every one is accepted.\"This, which I condense with reluctance, was the affirmation which the\nReligion of Humanity needed in England.But when he came to sit in the\nFrench Convention a new burden rolled upon him.There was Marat with the\nBible always before him, picking out texts that justified his murders;\nthere were Robespierre and Couthon invoking the God of Nature to\nsanction just such massacres as Marat found in his Bible; and there were\ncrude \"atheists\" consecrating the ferocities of nature more dangerously\nthan if they had named them Siva, Typhon, or Satan.Paine had published\nthe rights of man for men; but here human hearts and minds had been\nburied under the superstitions of ages.Therefore they held off from him,\nand repaid him quietly in kind.But this was a matter solely and\nentirely between themselves and known only to themselves.The three\nmen knew what deep pain and grief it would cause not only Doctor Louis\nand his wife, but the gentle Lauretta, to learn that they were in\nenmity with each other, and one and all were animated by the same\ndesire to keep this antagonism from the knowledge of the family.This\nwas, indeed", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "To all\noutward appearance Gabriel Carew and Eric and Emilius were friends.It was not the brothers but Carew who, in the first instance, was to\nblame.He was the originator and the creator of the trouble, for it is\nscarcely to be doubted that had he held out the hand of a frank\nfriendship to them, they would have accepted it, even though their\nacceptance needed some sacrifice on their parts.The reason for this\nqualification will be apparent to you later on in the story, and you\nwill then also understand why I do not reveal certain circumstances\nrespecting the affection of Eric and Emilius for Martin Hartog's\ndaughter, Patricia, and for the female members of the family of Doctor\nLouis.I am relating the story in the\norder in which it progressed, and, so far as my knowledge of it goes,\naccording to the sequence of time.The bathroom is east of the office.Certainly the dominant cause of Gabriel Carew's hatred for the\nbrothers sprang from his jealousy of them with respect to Lauretta.They and she had been friends from childhood, and they were regarded\nby Doctor Louis and his wife as members of their family.This in\nitself was sufficient to inflame so exacting a lover as Carew.He\ninterpreted every innocent little familiarity to their disadvantage,\nand magnified trifles inordinately.They saw his sufferings and were,\nperhaps, somewhat scornful of them.He had already shown them how deep\nwas his hatred of them, and they not unnaturally resented it.The kitchen is west of the office.After\nall, he was a stranger in Nerac, a come-by-chance visitor, who had\nusurped the place which might have been occupied by one of them had\nthe winds been fair.Instead of being overbearing and arrogant he\nshould have been gracious and conciliating.It was undoubtedly his\nduty to be courteous and mannerly from the first day of their\nacquaintance; instead of which he had, before he saw them, contracted\na dislike for them which he had allowed to swell to monstrous and\nunjustifiable proportions.Gabriel Carew, however, justified himself to himself, and it may be\nat once conceded that he had grounds for his feelings which were to\nhim--and would likely have been to some other men--sufficient.When a lover's suspicious and jealous nature is aroused it does not\nfrom that moment sleep.There is no rest, no repose for it.If it\nrequire opportunities for confirmation or for the infliction of\nself-suffering, it is never difficult to find them.Imagination steps\nin and supplies the place of fact.Every hour is a torture; every\ninnocent look and smile is brooded over in secret.A most prolific,\nunreasonable, and cruel breeder of shadows is jealousy, and the evil\nof it is that it breeds in secret.Gabriel Carew set himself to watch, and from the keen observance of a\nnature so thorough and intense as his nothing could escape.He was an\nunseen witness of other interviews between Patricia Hartog and\nEmilius; and not only of interviews between her and Emilius but\nbetween her and Eric.The brothers were", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "This was of little account; he had no more than a passing interest in\nPatricia, and although at one time he had some kind of intention of\ninforming Martin Hartog of these secret interviews, and placing the\nfather on his guard--for the gardener seemed to be quite unaware that\nan intrigue was going on--he relinquished the intention, saying that\nit was no affair of his.But it confirmed the impressions he had\nformed of the character of Eric and Emilius, and it strengthened him\nin his determination to allow no intercourse between them and the\nwoman he loved.An additional torture was in store for him, and it fell upon him like\na thunderbolt.The garden is north of the bedroom.The office is south of the bedroom.One day he saw Emilius and Lauretta walking in the\nwoods, talking earnestly and confidentially together.His blood\nboiled; his heart beat so violently that he could scarcely distinguish\nsurrounding objects.So violent was his agitation that it was many\nminutes before he recovered himself, and then Lauretta and Emilius had\npassed out of sight.He went home in a wild fury of despair.He had not been near enough to hear one word of the conversation, but\ntheir attitude was to him confirmation of his jealous suspicion that\nthe young man was endeavouring to supplant him in Lauretta's\naffections.In the evening he saw Lauretta in her home, and she\nnoticed a change in him.\"No,\" he replied, \"I am quite well.The bitterness in his voice surprised her, and she insisted that he\nshould seek repose.\"To get me out of the way,\" he thought; and then,\ngazing into her solicitous and innocent eyes, he mutely reproached\nhimself for doubting her.No, it was not she who was to blame; she was\nstill his, she was still true to him; but how easy was it for a friend\nso close to her as Emilius to instil into her trustful heart evil\nreports against himself!\"That is the first step,\" he thought.These men, these villains, are capable of any\ntreachery.Honour is a stranger to their scheming natures.To meet them openly, to accuse them openly, may be my ruin.They are too firmly fixed in the affections of Doctor Louis and his\nwife--they are too firmly fixed in the affections of even Lauretta\nherself--for me to hope to expose them upon evidence so slender.Not\nslender to me, but to them.These treacherous brothers are conspiring\nsecretly against me.I will wait and watch till I have the strongest proof\nagainst them, and then I will expose their true characters to Doctor\nLouis and Lauretta.\"Having thus resolved, he was not the man to swerve from the plan he\nlaid down.The nightly vigils he had kept in his young life served him\nnow, and it seemed as if he could do without sleep.The stealthy\nmeetings between Patricia and the brothers continued, and before long\nhe saw Eric and Lauretta in the woods together.In his espionage he\nwas always careful not to approach near enough to bring discovery upon\nhimself.Then, in the coolness of the night,", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Second Song\n\n   How much I loved that way you had\n   Of smiling most, when very sad,\n   A smile which carried tender hints\n       Of delicate tints\n       And warbling birds,\n       Of sun and spring,\n   And yet, more than all other thing,\n   Of Weariness beyond all Words!None other ever smiled that way,\n       None that I know,--\n   The essence of all Gaiety lay,\n   Of all mad mirth that men may know,\n   In that sad smile, serene and slow,\n   That on your lips was wont to play.It needed many delicate lines\n   And subtle curves and roseate tints\n   To make that weary radiant smile;\n   It flickered, as beneath the vines\n   The sunshine through green shadow glints\n   On the pale path that lies below,\n   Flickered and flashed, and died away,\n   But the strange thoughts it woke meanwhile\n       Were wont to stay.Thoughts of Strange Things you used to know\n   In dim, dead lives, lived long ago,\n   Some madly mirthful Merriment\n   Whose lingering light is yet unspent,--\n   Some unimaginable Woe,--\n   Your strange, sad smile forgets these not,\n   Though you, yourself, long since, forgot!Third Song, written during Fever\n\n   To-night the clouds hang very low,\n       They take the Hill-tops to their breast,\n       And lay their arms about the fields.The wind that fans me lying low,\n       Restless with great desire for rest,\n       No cooling touch of freshness yields.I, sleepless through the stifling heat,\n       Watch the pale Lightning's constant glow\n       Between the wide set open doors.The garden is south of the bathroom.I lie and long amidst the heat,--\n       The fever that my senses know,\n       For that cool slenderness of yours.A roseleaf that has lain in snow,\n       A snowflake tinged with sunset fire.The office is north of the bathroom.You do not know, so young you are,\n       How Fever fans the senses' glow\n       To uncontrollable desire!And fills the spaces of the night\n       With furious and frantic thought,\n       One would not dare to think by day.Ah, if you came to me to-night\n       These visions would be turned to naught,\n       These hateful dreams be held at bay!But you are far, and Loneliness\n       My only lover through the night;\n       And not for any word or prayer\n   Would you console my loneliness", "question": "What is the bathroom north of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "All through the night I long for you,\n       As shipwrecked men in tropics yearn\n       For the fresh flow of streams and springs.My fevered fancies follow you\n       As dying men in deserts turn\n       Their thoughts to clear and chilly things.Such dreams are mine, and such my thirst,\n       Unceasing and unsatisfied,\n       Until the night is burnt away\n   Among these dreams and fevered thirst,\n       And, through the open doorways, glide\n       The white feet of the coming day.The Regret of the Ranee in the Hall of Peacocks\n\n   This man has taken my Husband's life\n     And laid my Brethren low,\n   No sister indeed, were I, no wife,\n     To pardon and let him go.Yet why does he look so young and slim\n     As he weak and wounded lies?How hard for me to be harsh to him\n     With his soft, appealing eyes.His hair is ruffled upon the stone\n     And the slender wrists are bound,\n   So young!and yet he has overthrown\n     His scores on the battle ground.Would I were only a slave to-day,\n     To whom it were right and meet\n   To wash the stains of the War away,\n     The dust from the weary feet.Were I but one of my serving girls\n     To solace his pain to rest!Shake out the sand from the soft loose curls,\n     And hold him against my breast!The garden is north of the bathroom.Would God that I were the senseless stone\n     To support his slender length!I hate those wounds that trouble my sight,\n     Unknown!how I wish you lay,\n   Alone in my silken tent to-night\n     While I charmed the pain away.I would lay you down on the Royal bed,\n     I would bathe your wounds with wine,\n   And setting your feet against my head\n     Dream you were lover of mine.My Crown is heavy upon my hair,\n     The Jewels weigh on my breast,\n   All I would leave, with delight, to share\n     Your pale and passionate rest!The bathroom is north of the kitchen.But hands grow restless about their swords,\n     Lips murmur below their breath,\n   \"The Queen is silent too long!\"\"My Lords,\n     --Take him away to death!\"Protest: By Zahir-u-Din\n\n   Alas!this wasted Night\n   With all its Jasmin-scented air,\n   Its thousand stars, serenely bright!I lie alone, and long for you,\n   Long for your Champa-scented hair,\n   Your tranquil eyes of twilight hue;\n\n   Long for", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The poets hardly speak the truth,--\n   Despite their praiseful litany,\n   His season is not all delights\n   Nor every night an ecstasy!The very power and passion that make--\n   _Might_ make--his days one golden dream,\n   How he must suffer for their sake!Till, in their fierce and futile rage,\n   The baffled senses almost deem\n   They might be happier in old age.Age that can find red roses sweet,\n   And yet not crave a rose-red mouth;\n   Hear Bulbuls, with no wish that feet\n   Of sweeter singers went his way;\n   Inhale warm breezes from the South,\n   Yet never fed his fancy stray.From some near Village I can hear\n   The cadenced throbbing of a drum,\n   Now softly distant, now more near;\n   And in an almost human fashion,\n   It, plaintive, wistful, seems to come\n   Laden with sighs of fitful passion,\n\n   To mock me, lying here alone\n   Among the thousand useless flowers\n   Upon the fountain's border-stone--\n   Cold stone, that chills me as I lie\n   Counting the slowly passing hours\n   By the white spangles in the sky.Some feast the Tom-toms celebrate,\n   Where, close together, side by side,\n   Gay in their gauze and tinsel state\n   With lips serene and downcast eyes,\n   Sit the young bridegroom and his bride,\n   While round them songs and laughter rise.They are together; Why are we\n   So hopelessly, so far apart?The bedroom is west of the hallway.Oh, I implore you, come to me!The bedroom is east of the bathroom.Come to me, Solace of mine eyes!3; or by a particular construction of scuttle and\nframe which I have since devised, and applied to the Erebus sloop of\nwar: so that the whole of the scuttle is completely filled, in all\npositions of traverse, and at all angles, by the frame; and thereby any\npossibility of the entrance of fire completely prevented.In both these\nships, the Rockets may be either discharged at the highest angles, for\nbombardment, or used at low angles, as an additional means of offence\nor defence against other shipping in action; as the Rockets, thus used,\nare capable of projecting 18-pounder shot, or 4\u00bd-inch shells, or even\n24-pounder solid shot.This arrangement literally gives the description\nof small vessels here mentioned, a second and most powerful deck, for\ngeneral service as well as for bombardment.Smaller vessels, such as gun brigs, schooners, and cutters, may be\nfitted to fire Rockets by frames, similar to the boat frames, described\nin Plate 11, from their spar deck, and either over the broadside or\nthe stern; their frames being arranged to travel up and down, on a\nsmall upright spar or boat\u2019s mast, fixed perpendicularly to the outside\nof the bulwark of the", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "As a temporary expedient, or in small\nvessels, this mode answers very well; but it has the objection of not\ncarrying the sparks so far from the rigging, as when fired from below:\nit interferes also with the fighting the guns at the same time, and\ncan therefore only be applied exclusively in the case of bombardment.The bedroom is east of the hallway.All the gun brigs, however, on the Boulogne station, during Commodore\nOWEN\u2019s command there, were fitted in this manner, some with two and\nsome with three frames on a broadside.[Illustration: _Plate 12_\u00a0\u00a0Fig.\u00a01\u00a0\u00a0Fig.\u00a02\u00a0\u00a0Fig.\u00a03\u00a0\u00a0Fig.4]\n\n\n\n\nROCKET AMMUNITION.Plate 13 represents all the different natures of Rocket Ammunition\nwhich have hitherto been made, from the eight-inch carcass or explosion\nRocket, weighing nearly three hundred weight, to the six-pounder shell\nRocket, and shews the comparative dimensions of the whole.This Ammunition may be divided into three parts--the heavy, medium, and\nlight natures.The _heavy natures_ are those denominated by the number\nof inches in their diameter; the _medium_ from the 42-pounder to the\n24-pounder inclusive; and the _light natures_ from the 18-pounder to\nthe 6-pounder inclusive.The ranges of the eight-inch, seven-inch, and six-inch Rockets, are\nfrom 2,000 to 2,500 yards; and the quantities of combustible matter,\nor bursting powder, from 25lbs.Their sticks\nare divided into four parts, secured with ferules, and carried in\nthe angles of the packing case, containing the Rocket, one Rocket in\neach case, so that notwithstanding the length of the stick, the whole\nof this heavy part of the system possesses, in proportion, the same\nfacility as the medium and light parts.These Rockets are fired from\nbombarding frames, similar to those of the 42 and 32-pounder carcasses;\nor they may be fired from a <DW72> of earth in the same way.They may\nalso be fired along the ground, as explained in Plate 9, for the\npurposes of explosion.These large Rockets have from their weight, combined with less\ndiameter, even more penetration than the heaviest shells, and are\ntherefore equally efficient for the destruction of bomb proofs, or the\ndemolition of strong buildings; and their construction having now been\nrealized, it is proved that the facilities of the Rocket system are not\nits only excellence, but that it actually will propel heavier masses\nthan can be done by any other means; that is to say, masses, to project\nwhich, it would be scarcely possible to cast, much less to transport,\nmortars of sufficient magnitude.The bedroom is west of the kitchen.Various modifications of the powers\nof these large Rockets may be made, which it is not necessary here to\nspecify.The 42 and 32-pounders are those which have hitherto been principally\nused in bombardment, and which, for the general purposes of\nbombardment, will be found sufficient, while their portability renders\nthem in that respect more", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "I have therefore classed them\nas medium Rockets.These Rockets will convey from ten to seven pounds\nof combustible matter each; have a range of upwards of 3,000 yards; and\nmay, where the fall of greater mass in any particular spot is required,\neither for penetration or increased fire, be discharged in combinations\nof three, four, or six Rockets, well lashed together, with the sticks\nin the centre also strongly bound together.The bedroom is west of the hallway.The great art of firing\nthese _fasces of Rockets_ is to arrange them, so that they may be\nsure to take fire contemporaneously, which must be done either by\npriming the bottoms of all thoroughly, or by firing them by a flash of\npowder, which is sure to ignite the whole combination at once.The 42\nand 32-pounder Rockets may also be used as explosion Rockets, and the\n32-pounder armed with shot or shells: thus, a 32-pounder will range\nat least 1,000 yards, laid on the ground, and armed with a 5\u00bd-inch\nhowitzer shell, or an 18 and even a 24-pounder solid shot.The 32-pounder is, as it were, the mean point of the system: it is the\nleast Rocket used as a carcass in bombardment, and the largest armed\neither with shot or shell, for field service.The bedroom is east of the garden.The 24-pounder Rocket is\nvery nearly equal to it in all its applications in the field; from the\nsaving of weight, therefore, I consider it preferable.It is perfectly\nequal to propel the cohorn shell or 12-pounder shot.The 18-pounder, which is the first of the _light_ natures of Rockets,\nis armed with a 9-pounder shot or shell; the 12-pounder with a\n6-pounder ditto; the 9-pounder with a grenade; and the 6-pounder\nwith a 3-pounder shot or shell.These shells, however, are now cast\nexpressly for the Rocket service, and are elliptical instead of\nspherical, thereby increasing the power of the shell, and decreasing\nthe resistance of the air.From the 24-pounder to the 9-pounder Rocket, inclusive, a description\nof case shot Rocket is formed of each nature, armed with a quantity\nof musket or carbine balls, put into the top of the cylinder of the\nRocket, and from thence discharged by a quantity of powder contained\nin a chamber, by which the velocity of these balls, when in flight, is\nincreased beyond that of the Rocket\u2019s motion, an effect which cannot be\ngiven in the spherical case, where the bursting powder only liberates\nthe balls.All Rockets intended for explosion, whether the powder be contained\nin a wrought iron head or cone, as used in bombardment: or whether in\nthe shell above mentioned, for field service, or in the case shot,\nare fitted with an external fuse of paper, which is ignited from\nthe vent at the moment when the Rocket is fired.Pankraz, on going home, takes his Yorick\nand reads again the chapter containing the dead-ass episode; he spends\nmuch time in determining which event was the more", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "In the midst of his vehement curses\non \u201cunempfindsame Menschen,\u201d \u201ca\u00a0curse upon you, you hard-hearted\nmonsters, who treat God\u2019s creatures unkindly,\u201d etc., he rebukes the\ngentle advances of his pet cat Riepel, rebuffs her for disturbing his\n\u201cWonnegef\u00fchl,\u201d in such a heartless and cruel way that, through an\naccident in his rapt delight at human sympathy, the ultimate result is\nthe poor creature\u2019s death by his own fault.In the second volume[64] Timme repeats this method of satire, varying\nconditions only, yet forcing the matter forward, ultimately, into the\ngrotesque comic, but again taking his cue from Yorick\u2019s narrative about\nthe ass at Nampont, acknowledging specifically his linking of the\nadventure of Madame Kurt to the episode in the Sentimental Journey.Frau\nKurt\u2019s ardent sympathy is aroused for a goat drawing a wagon, and driven\nby a peasant.She endeavors to interpret the sighs of the beast and\nfinally insists upon the release of the animal, which she asserts is\ncalling to her for aid.The poor goat\u2019s parting bleat after its\ndeparting owner is construed as a curse on the latter\u2019s hardheartedness.During the whole scene the\nneighboring village is in flames, houses are consumed and poor people\nrendered homeless, but Frau Kurt expresses no concern, even regarding\nthe catastrophe as a merited affliction, because of the villagers\u2019 lack\nof sympathy with their domestic animals.The same means of satire is\nagain employed in the twelfth chapter of the same volume.[65] Pankraz,\novercome with pain because Lotte, his betrothed, fails to unite in his\nsentimental enthusiasm and persists in common-sense, tries to bury his\ngrief in a wild ride through night and storm.His horse tramples\nruthlessly on a poor old man in the road; the latter cries for help, but\nPank, buried in contemplation of Lotte\u2019s lack of sensibility, turns a\ndeaf ear to the appeal.In the seventeenth chapter of the third volume, a\u00a0sentimental journey is\nproposed, and most of the fourth volume is an account of this\nundertaking and the events arising from its complications.Pankraz\u2019s\nadventures are largely repetitions of former motifs, and illustrate the\nfate indissolubly linked with an imitation of Sterne\u2019s related converse\nwith the fair sex.The kitchen is north of the garden.[66]\n\nThe journey runs, after a few adventures, over into an elaborate\npractical joke in which Pankraz himself is burlesqued by his\ncontemporaries.Timme carries his poignancy and keenness of satire over\ninto bluntness of burlesque blows in a large part of these closing\nscenes.The hallway is south of the garden.Pankraz loses the sympathy of the reader, involuntarily and\nirresistibly conceded him, and becomes an inhuman freak of absurdity,\nbeyond our interest.[67]\n\nPankraz is", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The kitchen is west of the office.He finds a sorrowing woman[68] sitting, like\nMaria of Moulines, beneath a poplar tree.Pankraz insists upon carrying\nout this striking analogy farther, which the woman, though she betrays\nno knowledge of the Sentimental Journey, is not loath to accede to, as\nit coincides with her own nefarious purposes.Timme in the following\nscene strikes a blow at the abjectly sensual involved in much of the\nthen sentimental, unrecognized and unrealized.The office is west of the bedroom.Pankraz meets a man carrying a cage of monkeys.[69] He buys the poor\ncreatures from their master, even as Frau Kurt had purchased the goat.The similarity to the Starling narrative in Sterne\u2019s volume fills\nPankraz\u2019s heart with glee.The Starling wanted to get out and so do his\nmonkeys, and Pankraz\u2019s only questions are: \u201cWhat did Yorick do?\u201d \u201cWhat\nwould he do?\u201d He resolves to do more than is recorded of Yorick, release\nthe prisoners at all costs.Yorick\u2019s monolog occurs to him and he\nparodies it.The animals greet their release in the thankless way\nnatural to them,--a\u00a0point already enforced in the conduct of Frau Kurt\u2019s\ngoat.In the last chapter of the third volume Sterne\u2019s relationship to \u201cEliza\u201d\nis brought into the narrative.Pankraz writes a letter wherein he\ndeclares amid exaggerated expressions of bliss that he has found\n\u201cElisa,\u201d his \u201cElisa.\u201d This is significant as showing that the name Eliza\nneeded no further explanation, but, from the popularity of the\nYorick-Eliza letters and the wide-spread admiration of the relation, the\nname Eliza was accepted as a type of that peculiar feminine relation\nwhich existed between Sterne and Mrs.Draper, and which appealed to\nSterne\u2019s admirers.Pankraz\u2019s new Order of the Garter, born of his wild frenzy[70] of\ndevotion over this article of Elisa\u2019s wearing apparel, is an open satire\non Leuchsenring\u2019s and Jacobi\u2019s silly efforts noted elsewhere.The garter\nwas to bear Elisa\u2019s silhouette and the device \u201cOrden vom Strumpfband der\nempfindsamen Liebe.\u201d\n\nThe elaborate division of moral preachers[71] into classes may be\nfurther mentioned as an adaptation from Sterne, cast in Yorick\u2019s\nmock-scientific manner.A consideration of these instances of allusion and adaptation with a\nview to classification, reveals a single line of demarkation obvious and\nunaltered.And this line divides the references to Sterne\u2019s sentimental\ninfluence from those to his whimsicality of narration, his vagaries of\nthought; that is, it follows inevitably, and represents precisely the\ntwo aspects of Sterne as an individual, and as an innovator in the world\nof letters.But that a line of cleavage is further equally discernible\nin the", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The office is north of the garden.On the\none hand is the exaggerated, satirical, burlesque; on the other the\nmodified, lightened, softened.And these two lines of division coincide\nprecisely.The slight touches of whimsicality, suggesting Sterne, are a part of\nTimme\u2019s own narrative, evidently adapted with approval and appreciation;\nthey are never carried to excess, satirized or burlesqued, but may be\nregarded as purposely adopted, as a result of admiration and presumably\nas a suggestion to the possible workings of sprightliness and grace on\nthe heaviness of narrative prose at that time.Timme, as a clear-sighted\ncontemporary, certainly confined the danger of Sterne\u2019s literary\ninfluence entirely to the sentimental side, and saw no occasion to\ncensure an importation of Sterne\u2019s whimsies.The garden is north of the bedroom.I have only then now to say, that Mr.Johnson's researches,\nas to these gardens, in pp.31, 37, 38, 39 and 40 of his lately\npublished History of English Gardening, with his elegant language and\nthe flow of sentiment that pervades those pages, would make any search\nor review of mine presumptuous.In those pages, he dwells on the\ntendency which the then introduction of the christian religion had to\nsoften the manners of the people, and by thus rendering them more\ndomestic, gardening became an art congenial to their feelings; and\nwhilst the country at large was devastated by war, the property of the\nreligious establishments was held sacred, and varieties of vegetables\npreserved, which otherwise would soon have become extinct, if cultivated\nin less hallowed ground.He then traces the existence of many gardens,\norchards, and vineyards, belonging to our monasteries, proving, that\neven in the time of the _Danes_, horticulture continued \"silently to\nadvance,\" and that at the time of the arrival of the _Normans_, gardens\nwere generally in the possession of the laity, as well as of the\necclesiastics; and he refers to Doomsday Book for his assertion, that\n\"there is no reason to doubt, that at this period, every house, from the\npalace to the cottage, was possessed of a garden of some size.\"He\nconcludes with interesting references to the gardens, vineyards, and\norchards, of the Abbot of Ely and other monks.Johnson's is the result of original thought, and\nof an ardent and extended scientific research.Mine is a compilation,\n\"made with a pair of scissors,\" to copy the words of Mr.Mathias, which\nhe applies to a certain edition of Pope.I content myself, however, with\nthe reflection of Mr.Walpole, that \"they who cannot perform great\nthings themselves, may yet have a satisfaction in doing justice to those\nwho can.\"Dibdin's tribute to him, I cannot omit reminding my reader, that\nthe graceful language, the sublime and solemn thoughts, which this\nadmirable divine has transfused into many of his Sermons on the Seasons,\nmake one doubly feel the truth and propriety with which he has so\nliber", "question": "What is north of the bedroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Whately's _Observations on Modern Gardening_.The hallway is north of the office.[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\n   ON\n   THE PORTRAITS\n   OF\n   English Authors on Gardening.ON THE PORTRAITS OF ENGLISH AUTHORS ON GARDENING.The earliest accounts we have of gardens, are those recorded in Holy\nWrit; their antiquity, therefore, appears coeval with that of time\nitself.The Garden in Eden had every tree good for food, or pleasant to\nthe sight.Solomon, in the true spirit of\nhorticultural zeal, says, _I planted me Vineyards, I made me Gardens and\nOrchards, and I planted trees in them of all kinds of fruit_.We have\nall heard of the grandeur of Nebuchadnezzar's Gardens.Whether that of Alcinous was fabulous or not, it gave rise to Homer's\nlofty strains:--\n\n   The balmy spirit of the western gale\n   Eternal breathes on flowers untaught to fail;\n   The same mild season gives the blooms to blow,\n   The buds to harden, and the fruit to grow.[23]\n\nThat Homer was all alive to the rich scenery of nature, is evident, even\nfrom his Calypso's Cave:--\n\n   All o'er the cavern'd rock a sprouting vine\n   Laid forth ripe clusters.Hence four limpid founts\n   Nigh to each other ran, in rills distinct,\n   Huddling along with many a playful maze.Around them the soft meads profusely bloom'd\n   Fresh violets and balms.[24]\n\nThe Egyptians, the Persians, and other remote nations, prided themselves\non their magnificent gardens.Diodorus Siculus mentions one \"enriched\nwith palm trees, and vines, and every kind of delicious fruit, by\nflowery lawns and planes, and cypresses of stupendous magnitude, with\nthickets of myrtle, and laurel, and bay.\"The hallway is south of the kitchen.He paints too the attachment\nwhich some of the ancients had to landscape scenery:--\n\n   None of art's works, but prodigally strown\n   By nature, with her negligence divine.The splendid gardens at Damascus, were superintended by a native of\nMalaga, who \"traversed the burning sands of Africa, for the purpose of\ndescribing such vegetables as could support the fervid heat of that\nclimate.\"The cities of Samarcand, Balckd, Ispahan, and Bagdad, were\nenveloped and surrounded by luxurious and splendid gardens.No wonder\nwhen those countries were partly governed by such celebrated men as\nHaroun-al-Raschid, and his son Al-Mamoun, the generous protectors of\nArabian literature, and which son (about the year 813) has been justly\ntermed the _Augustus_ of Bagdad.\"Study, books, and men of letters, (I\nam quoting the eloquent pages of De Sismondi _On the Literature of the\nArabians_,) almost", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Hundreds of camels\nmight be seen entering Bagdad loaded with nothing but manuscripts and\npapers.Masters, instructors, translators, and commentators, formed the\ncourt of Al-Mamoun, which appeared rather to be a learned academy than\nthe centre of government in a warlike empire.\"The gardens of Epicurus, and of Pisistratus, Cimon, and Theophrastus,\nwere the most famous of any in the Grecian empire.Those of Herculaneum\nmay be seen in the 2nd vol.The luxurious\ngardens of the affluent Seneca, and the delight with which Cicero speaks\nof his paternal seat, (which enraptured his friend Atticus with its\nbeauty,) and the romantic ones of Adrian, at Tivoli, and of Lucullus, of\nSallust, of the rich and powerful Crassus, and of Pompey, shew the\ndelight which the old Romans took in them.One may gather this also from\nLivy; and Virgil's energy of language warmly paints the\n\n                             ----flowering pride\n   Of meads and streams that through the valleys glide.A country cottage near a crystal flood,\n   A winding valley, and a lofty wood.The bedroom is south of the office.*       *       *       *       *\n\n   Leisure and calm in groves, and cooling vales;\n   Grottoes and babbling brooks, and darksome dales.Messaline (says a translation of Tacitus) avoit une passion extreme pour\nles jardins de Lucullus, qu'il embellisoit superbement, ajoutant tous\nles jours quelque nouvelles beautez a celles qu'ils avoint receues de\nleur premier maitre.We are reminded in a magic page of our own immortal poet, of those of\nJulius Caesar, and of\n\n                         ----_his_ walks,\n   His private arbours, and new-planted orchards,\n\nwhen the noble Antony invokes the Romans to\n\n             ----kiss dead Caesar's wounds,\n   And dip their napkins in his sacred blood.[84] But these Doric and Corinthian lines are\nmere varieties of the great families which are represented by the\ncentral lines _a_ and _c_, including not only the Doric capital, but all\nthe small cornices formed by a slight increase of the curve of _c_,\nwhich are of so frequent occurrence in Greek ornaments._d_ is the Christian Doric, which I said (Chap.was invented to replace the antique: it is the representative of the great\nByzantine and Norman families of convex cornice and capital, and, next\nto the profile _a_The hallway is south of the bedroom.", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "If the reader will glance at the arrangements of boughs of trees, he\nwill find them commonly dividing into these two families, _a_ and _d_:\nthey rise out of the trunk and nod from it as _a_, or they spring with\nsudden curvature out from it, and rise into sympathy with it, as at _d_;\nbut they only accidentally display tendencies to the lines _b_ or _c_.Boughs which fall as they spring from the tree also describe the curve\n_d_ in the plurality of instances, but reversed in arrangement; their\njunction with the stem being at the top of it, their sprays bending out\ninto rounder curvature.These then being the two primal groups, we have next to note the\ncombined group, formed by the concave and convex lines joined in various\nproportions of curvature, so as to form together the reversed or ogee\ncurve, represented in one of its most beautiful states by the glacier\nline _a_, on Plate VII.I would rather have taken this line than any\nother to have formed my third group of cornices by, but as it is too\nlarge, and almost too delicate, we will take instead that of the\nMatterhorn side, _e f_, Plate VII.For uniformity's sake I keep the\n<DW72> of the dotted line the same as in the primal forms; and applying\nthis Matterhorn curve in its four relative positions to that line, I\nhave the types of the four cornices or capitals of the third family,\n_e_, _f_, _g_, _h_, on Plate XV.These are, however, general types only thus far, that their line is\ncomposed of one short and one long curve, and that they represent the\nfour conditions of treatment of every such line; namely, the longest\ncurve concave in _e_ and _f_, and convex in _g_ and _h_; and the point\nof contrary flexure set high in _e_ and _g_, and low in _f_ and _h_.The hallway is west of the bathroom.The\nrelative depth of the arcs, or nature of their curvature, cannot be\ntaken into consideration without a complexity of system which my space\ndoes not admit.Of the four types thus constituted, _e_ and _f_ are of great importance;\nthe other two are rarely used, having an appearance of weakness in\nconsequence of the shortest curve being concave: the profiles _e_ and\n_f_, when used for cornices, have usually a fuller sweep and somewhat\ngreater equality between the branches of the curve; but those here given\nare better representatives of the structure applicable to capitals and\ncornices indifferently.The kitchen is west of the hallway.X. Very often, in the farther treatment of the profiles _e_ or _f_,\nanother limb is added to their curve in order to join it to the upper or\nlower members of the cornice or capital.I do not consider this addition\nas forming another family of cornices, because the leading and effective\npart of the curve is in these, as in the others, the single ogee; and\nthe added", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The garden is north of the hallway.We shall\nobtain a type of it by merely continuing the line of the Matterhorn\nside, of which before we took only a fragment.The entire line _e_ to\n_g_ on Plate VII., is evidently composed of three curves of unequal\nlengths, which if we call the shortest 1, the intermediate one 2, and\nthe longest 3, are there arranged in the order 1, 3, 2, counting\nupwards.But evidently we might also have had the arrangements 1, 2, 3,\nand 2, 1, 3, giving us three distinct lines, altogether independent of\nposition, which being applied to one general dotted <DW72> will each give\nfour cornices, or twelve altogether.Of these the six most important are\nthose which have the shortest curve convex: they are given in light\nrelief from _k_ to _p_, Plate XV., and, by turning the page upside down,\nthe other six will be seen in dark relief, only the little upright bits\nof shadow at the bottom are not to be considered as parts of them, being\nonly admitted in order to give the complete profile of the more\nimportant cornices in light.In these types, as in _e_ and _f_, the only general condition is,\nthat their line shall be composed of three curves of different lengths\nand different arrangements (the depth of arcs and radius of curvatures\nbeing unconsidered).They are arranged in three couples, each couple\nbeing two positions of the same entire line; so that numbering the\ncomponent curves in order of magnitude and counting upwards, they will\nread--\n\n  _k_ 1, 2, 3,\n  _l_ 3, 2, 1,\n  _m_ 1, 3, 2,\n  _n_ 2, 3, 1,\n  _o_ 2, 1, 3,\n  _p_ 3, 1, 2.The office is south of the hallway._m_ and _n_, which are the _Matterhorn line_, are the most beautiful and\nimportant of all the twelve; _k_ and _l_ the next; _o_ and _p_ are used\nonly for certain conditions of flower carving on the surface.The\nreverses (dark) of _k_ and _l_ are also of considerable service; the\nother four hardly ever used in good work.If we were to add a fourth curve to the component series, we\nshould have forty-eight more cornices: but there is no use in pursuing\nthe system further, as such arrangements are very rare and easily\nresolved into the simpler types with certain arbitrary additions fitted\nto their special place; and, in most cases, distinctly separate from the\nmain curve, as in the inner line of No.14, which is a form of the type\n_e_, the longest curve, _i.e._, the lowest, having deepest curvature,\nand each limb opposed by a short contrary curve at its extremities, the\nconvex limb by a concave, the concave by a convex.Such, then, are the great families of profile lines into\nwhich all cornices and capitals may be divided; but their best examples\nunite two such profiles", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "And\nin doing this we must, for the sake of clearness, consider, first the\nnature of the designs themselves, and next the mode of cutting them.I won't have you nursin' this runt any longer!\"The bathroom is north of the office.She perceived now the full measure of his base rage, and her face grew\npale and set.\"You're making a perfect fool of yourself, Cliff,\" she\nsaid, with portentous calmness.\"You sure are, and you'll see it yourself by and by.You've no call to\nget wire-edged about Mr.He's just\ngetting well of a long sickness.I knew a chill would finish him, that's\nwhy I gave him my slicker.It didn't hurt me, and maybe it saved his\nlife.\"Since when did you start a hospital for Eastern tenderfeet?\"he sneered;\nthen his tone changed to one of downright command.\"You want to cut this\nall out, I tell you!The boys up at the mill\nare all talkin' about your interest in this little whelp, and I'm getting\nthe branding-iron from every one I meet.Sam saw you go into the barn\nwith that dude, and _that_ would have been all over the country\nto-morrow, if I hadn't told him I'd sew his mouth up if he said a word\nabout it.Of course, I don't think you mean anything by this coddlin'.\"\"Oh, thank you,\" she interrupted, with flaming, quick, indignant fury.He sneered: \"No, I bet you didn't.\"I--but I--\"\n\n\"Yes you do--in your heart you distrust me--you just as much as said\nso!\"\"Never mind what I said, Berrie,\nI--\"\n\nShe was blazing now.The office is north of the garden.\"But I _do_ mind--I mind a whole lot--I didn't think\nit of you,\" she added, as she realized his cheapness, his coarseness.\"I\ndidn't suppose you could even _think_ such things of me.I don't like\nit,\" she repeated, and her tone hardened, \"and I guess you'd better pull\nout of here--for good.If you've no more faith in me than that, I want\nyou to go and never come back.\"You've shown this yellow streak before, and I'm tired of it.She stood between tears and benumbing anger now, and he was scared.he pleaded, trying to put his arm about her.She ran into her own room and slammed the door\nbehind her.Belden stood for a long time with his back against the wall, the heat of\nhis resentment utterly gone, an empty, aching place in his heart.He\ncalled her twice, but she made no answer, and so, at last, he mounted his\nhorse and rode away.IV\n\nTHE SUPERVISOR OF THE FOREST\n\n\nYoung Norcross, much as he admired Berrie, was not seeking to exchange\nher favor for her lover's enmity, and he rode away with an uneasy feeling\nof having innocently made trouble for himself, as well as for a fine,\ntrue-hearted girl.\"", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The bathroom is east of the kitchen.How\ncould she turn Landon down for a savage like that?\"The garden is west of the kitchen.He was just leaving the outer gate when Belden came clattering up and\nreined his horse across the path and called out: \"See here, you young\nskunk, you're a poor, white-livered tenderfoot, and I can't bust you as I\nwould a full-grown man, but I reckon you better not ride this trail any\nmore.\"Your sympathy-hunting game has\njust about run into the ground.You've worked this baby dodge about long\nenough.You're not so almighty sick as you put up to be, and you'd better\nhunt some other cure for lonesomeness, or I'll just about cave your chest\nin.\"All this was shockingly plain talk for a slender young scholar to listen\nto, but Norcross remained calm.\"I think you're unnecessarily excited,\"\nhe remarked.I'm considering Miss\nBerea, who is too fine to be worried by us.\"His tone was conciliating, and the cowman, in spite of himself, responded\nto it.\"That's why I advise you to go.Colorado's a big place, and there are plenty other fine ranges for men of\nyour complaint--why not try Routt County?This is certain, you can't stay\nin the same valley with my girl.\"You're making a prodigious ass of yourself,\" observed Wayland, with calm\ncontempt.Well, I'll make a jack-rabbit out of you if I find\nyou on this ranch again.You've worked on my girl in some way till she's\njest about quit me.I don't see how you did it, you measly little pup,\nbut you surely have turned her against me!\"His rage burst into flame as\nhe thought of her last words.\"If you were so much as half a man I'd\nbreak you in two pieces right now; but you're not, you're nothing but a\ndead-on-the-hoof lunger, and there's nothing to do but run you out.You straddle a horse and head east and\nkeep a-ridin', and if I catch you with my girl again, I'll deal you a\nwhole hatful of misery--now that's right!\"Thereupon, with a final glance of hate in his face, he whirled his horse\nand galloped away, leaving Norcross dumb with resentment, intermingled\nwith wonder.\"Truly the West is a dramatic country!Here I am, involved in a lover's\nwrath, and under sentence of banishment, all within a month!Well, I\nsuppose there's nothing to do but carry out Belden's orders.He's the\nboss,\" he said as he rode on.\"I wonder just what happened after I left?She must have given him a sharp rebuff, or\nhe wouldn't have been so furious with me.Perhaps she even broke her\nengagement with him.And so, from point to point, he progressed till with fine indignation he\nreached a resolution to stay and meet whatever came.\"I certainly would\nbe a timorous animal if I let myself be scared into flight by", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"I have as much right here as he has, and the\nlaw must protect me.It can't be that this country is entirely\nbarbaric.\"Nevertheless, he felt very weak and very much depressed as he rode up the\nstreet of the little town and dismounted at the hotel.The sidewalks were\nlittered with loafing cowboys and lumber-jacks, and some of them quite\nopenly ridiculed his riding-breeches and his thin legs.Others merely\ngrinned, but in their grins lay something more insulting than words.The office is north of the hallway.How frozen and how faint I then became,\nAsk me not, reader!for I write it not,\nSince words would fail to tell thee of my state.Think thyself\nIf quick conception work in thee at all,\nHow I did feel.That emperor, who sways\nThe realm of sorrow, at mid breast from th' ice\nStood forth; and I in stature am more like\nA giant, than the giants are in his arms.Mark now how great that whole must be, which suits\nWith such a part.If he were beautiful\nAs he is hideous now, and yet did dare\nTo scowl upon his Maker, well from him\nMay all our mis'ry flow.How passing strange it seem'd, when I did spy\nUpon his head three faces: one in front\nOf hue vermilion, th' other two with this\nMidway each shoulder join'd and at the crest;\nThe right 'twixt wan and yellow seem'd: the left\nTo look on, such as come from whence old Nile\nStoops to the lowlands.Under each shot forth\nTwo mighty wings, enormous as became\nA bird so vast.Sails never such I saw\nOutstretch'd on the wide sea.No plumes had they,\nBut were in texture like a bat, and these\nHe flapp'd i' th' air, that from him issued still\nThree winds, wherewith Cocytus to its depth\nWas frozen.At six eyes he wept: the tears\nAdown three chins distill'd with bloody foam.At every mouth his teeth a sinner champ'd\nBruis'd as with pond'rous engine, so that three\nWere in this guise tormented.But far more\nThan from that gnawing, was the foremost pang'd\nBy the fierce rending, whence ofttimes the back\nWas stript of all its skin.\"That upper spirit,\nWho hath worse punishment,\" so spake my guide,\n\"Is Judas, he that hath his head within\nAnd plies the feet without.Of th' other two,\nWhose heads are under, from the murky jaw\nWho hangs, is Brutus: lo!how he doth writhe\nAnd speaks not!Th' other Cassius, that appears\nSo large of limb.The bathroom is north of the office.But night now re-ascends,\nAnd it is time for parting.I clipp'd him round the neck, for so he bade;\nAnd noting time and place, he, when the wings\nEnough were op'd, caught fast the shaggy sides,\nAnd down from pile to pile descending stepp'd\nBetween", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Soon as he reach'd the point, whereat the thigh\nUpon the swelling of the haunches turns,\nMy leader there with pain and struggling hard\nTurn'd round his head, where his feet stood before,\nAnd grappled at the fell, as one who mounts,\nThat into hell methought we turn'd again.\"Expect that by such stairs as these,\" thus spake\nThe teacher, panting like a man forespent,\n\"We must depart from evil so extreme.\"Then at a rocky opening issued forth,\nAnd plac'd me on a brink to sit, next join'd\nWith wary step my side.I rais'd mine eyes,\nBelieving that I Lucifer should see\nWhere he was lately left, but saw him now\nWith legs held upward.Let the grosser sort,\nWho see not what the point was I had pass'd,\nBethink them if sore toil oppress'd me then.\"Arise,\" my master cried, \"upon thy feet.The way is long, and much uncouth the road;\nAnd now within one hour and half of noon\nThe sun returns.\"It was no palace-hall\nLofty and luminous wherein we stood,\nBut natural dungeon where ill footing was\nAnd scant supply of light.\"Ere from th' abyss\nI sep'rate,\" thus when risen I began,\n\"My guide!vouchsafe few words to set me free\nFrom error's thralldom.The garden is west of the hallway.How standeth he in posture thus revers'd?And how from eve to morn in space so brief\nHath the sun made his transit?\"He in few\nThus answering spake: \"Thou deemest thou art still\nOn th' other side the centre, where I grasp'd\nTh' abhorred worm, that boreth through the world.Thou wast on th' other side, so long as I\nDescended; when I turn'd, thou didst o'erpass\nThat point, to which from ev'ry part is dragg'd\nAll heavy substance.Thou art now arriv'd\nUnder the hemisphere opposed to that,\nWhich the great continent doth overspread,\nAnd underneath whose canopy expir'd\nThe Man, that was born sinless, and so liv'd.The kitchen is east of the hallway.Thy feet are planted on the smallest sphere,\nWhose other aspect is Judecca.Morn\nHere rises, when there evening sets: and he,\nWhose shaggy pile was scal'd, yet standeth fix'd,\nAs at the first.On this part he fell down\nFrom heav'n; and th' earth, here prominent before,\nThrough fear of him did veil her with the sea,\nAnd to our hemisphere retir'd.Perchance\nTo shun him was the vacant space left here\nBy what of firm land on this side appears,\nThat sprang aloof.\"There is a place beneath,\nFrom Belzebub as distant, as extends\nThe vaulted tomb, discover'd not by sight,\nBut by the sound of brooklet, that descends\nThis way along the hollow of a rock,\nWhich, as it winds with no precipitous course,\nThe wave hath eaten.By that hidden way\nMy", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "In falling, this end snapped the coupling by its weight,\nand so disconnected the train, the locomotive going off towards\nBoston dragging this single car, with one end of it bumping along\nthe track.Meanwhile the succeeding car of the train had swept over\nthe body of the horse and the disconnected truck, which were thus\nbrought in contact with its own wheels, which in their turn were\nalso torn off; and so great was the momentum that in this way all of\nthe four passenger cars which composed that part of the train were\nsuccessively driven clean off their rolling gear, and not only did\nthey then slide off the track, but they crossed a railroad siding\nwhich happened to be at that point, went down an embankment three or\nfour feet in height, demolished a fence, passed into an adjoining\nfield, and then at last, after glancing from the stump of a large\noak-tree, they finally came to a stand-still some two hundred feet\nfrom the point at which they had left the track.The bedroom is west of the bathroom.There was not in\nthis case even an approach to telescoping; on the contrary, each car\nrested perfectly firmly in its place as regarded all the others, not\na person was injured, and when the wheel-less train at last became\nstationary the astonished passengers got up and hurried through the\ndoors, the very glass in which as well as that in the windows was\nunbroken.Here was an indisputable victory of skill and science over\naccident, showing most vividly to what an infinitesimal extreme the\ndangers incident to telescoping may be reduced.The vast progress in this direction made within twenty years can,\nhowever, best perhaps be illustrated by the results of two accidents\nalmost precisely similar in character, which occurred, the one on\nthe Great Western railroad of Canada, in October, 1854, the other\non the Boston & Albany, in Massachusetts, in October, 1874.The bathroom is west of the garden.In the\nfirst case a regular train made up of a locomotive and seven cars,\nwhile approaching Detroit at a speed of some twenty miles an hour,\nran into a gravel train of fifteen cars which was backing towards\nit at a speed of some ten miles an hour.The locomotive of the\npassenger train was thrown completely off the track and down the\nembankment, dragging after it a baggage car.At the head of the\npassenger portion of the train were two second-class cars filled\nwith emigrants; both of these were telescoped and demolished,\nand all their unfortunate occupants either killed or injured.The\nfront of the succeeding first-class car was then crushed in, and a\nnumber of those in it were hurt.In all, no less than forty-seven\npersons lost their lives, while sixty others were maimed or severely\nbruised.So much for a collision in October, 1854.In October, 1874,\non the Boston & Albany road, the regular New York express train,\nconsisting of a locomotive and seven cars, while going during the\nnight at a speed of forty miles an hour, was suddenly, near the\nBrimfield station, thrown by a misplaced switch into a siding upon\nwhich a number of platform freight", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The train was\nthoroughly equipped, having both Miller platform and Westinghouse\nbrake.The garden is south of the office.The six seconds which intervened, in the darkness, between\nnotice of displacement and the collision did not enable the engineer\nto check perceptibly the speed of his train, and when the blow came\nit was a simple question of strength to resist.The shock must\nhave been tremendous, for the locomotive and tender were flung off\nthe track to the right and the baggage car to the left, the last\nbeing thrown across the interval between the siding and the main\ntrack and resting obliquely over the latter.The forward end of the\nfirst passenger coach was thrown beyond the baggage car up over\nthe tender, and its rear end, as well as the forward end of the\nsucceeding coach, was injured.As in the Foxborough case, several\nof the trucks were jerked out from under the cars to which they\nbelonged, but not a person on the train was more than slightly\nbruised, the cars were not disconnected, nor was there even a\nsuggestion of telescoping.The kitchen is north of the office.Going back once more to the early days, a third of a century\nsince, before yet the periodical recurrence of slaughter had\ncaused either train-brake or Miller platform to be imagined as\npossibilities, before, indeed, there was yet any record of what\nwe would now consider a regular railroad field-day, with its long\ntrain of accompanying horrors, including in the grisly array death\nby crushing, scalding, drowning, burning, and impalement,--going\nback to the year 1840, or thereabouts, we find that the railroad\ncompanies experienced a notable illustration of the truth of the\nancient adage that it never rains but it pours; for it was then\nthat the long immunity was rudely broken in upon.After that time\ndisasters on the rail seemed to tread upon one another's heels\nin quick and frightful succession.Within a few months of the\nEnglish catastrophe of December 24, 1841, there happened in France\none of the most famous and most horrible railroad slaughters\never recorded.It took place on the 8th of May, 1842.It was the\nbirthday of the king, Louis Philippe, and, in accordance with the\nusual practice, the occasion had been celebrated at Versailles by a\ngreat display of the fountains.At half past five o'clock these had\nstopped playing, and a general rush ensued for the trains then about\nto leave for Paris.That which went by the road along the left bank\nof the Seine was densely crowded, and so long that two locomotives\nwere required to draw it.As it was moving at a high rate of speed\nbetween Bellevue and Meudon, the axle of the foremost of these\ntwo locomotives broke, letting the body of the engine drop to the\nground.It instantly stopped, and the second locomotive was then\ndriven by its impetus on top of the first, crushing its engineer and\nfireman, while the contents of both the fire-boxes were scattered\nover the roadway and among the _d\u00e9bris_.Three carriages crowded\nwith passengers", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The doors of these carriages\nwere locked, as was then and indeed is still the custom in Europe,\nand it so chanced that they had all been newly painted.They blazed\nup like pine kindlings.Some of the carriages were so shattered that\na portion of those in them were enabled to extricate themselves, but\nthe very much larger number were held fast; and of these such as\nwere not so fortunate as to be crushed to death in the first shock\nperished hopelessly in the flames before the eyes of a throng of\nlookers-on impotent to aid.The office is north of the hallway.Here then is another cause of this evil,\nnamely, that people do not adequately and fairly calculate the whole cost.Of our liberal professions, the army is the only one that yields a\ncertain income as the produce of the purchase money, But in these \u201cpiping\ntimes of peace,\u201d a private soldier in the ranks might as well attempt to\nverify the old song, and\n\n    \u201cSpend half a crown out of sixpence a-day,\u201d\n\nas an ensign to pay mess-money and band-money, and all other regulation\nmonies, keep himself in dress coat and epaulettes, and all the other et\nceteras, upon his mere pay.To live in any\ncomfort in the army, a subaltern should have an income from some other\nsource, equal at least in amount to that which he receives through the\nhands of the paymaster.The army is, in fact, an expensive profession,\nand of all others the least agreeable to one who is prevented, by\ncircumscribed means, from doing as his brother officers do.Yet the\nmistake of venturing to meet all these difficulties is not unfrequently\nadmitted, with what vain expectation it is needless to inquire.The usual\nresult is such as one would anticipate, namely, that the rash adventurer,\nafter incurring debts, or putting his friends to unlooked-for charges, is\nobliged after a short time to sell out, and bid farewell for ever to the\nunprofitable profession of arms.It would be painful to dwell upon the situation of those who enter other\nprofessions without being duly prepared to wait their turn of employment.It is recognised as a poignantly applicable truth in the profession of\nthe bar, that \u201cmany are called but few are chosen;\u201d but with very few and\nrare exceptions indeed, the necessity of _biding_ the time is certain.In the legal and medical professions there is no fixed income, however\nsmall, insured to the adventurer; and unless his circle of friends and\nconnections be very wide and serviceable indeed, he should make up his\nmind for a procrastinated return and a late harvest.But how many from\nday to day, and from year to year, do launch their bark upon the ocean,\nwithout any such prudent foresight!The bedroom is south of the hallway.The result therefore is, that vast\nproportion of disastrous voyages and shipwrecks of which we hear so\nconstantly.Such is the admitted evil--it is granted on all sides.The question\nis, what is to be done?--what is", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Now, the remedy for an\noverstocked profession very evidently is, that people should forbear to\nenter it.I am no Malthusian on the subject of population: I desire no\nunnatural checks upon the increase and multiplication of her Majesty\u2019s\nsubjects; but I should like to drain off a surplus from certain\nsituations, and turn off the in-flowing stream into more profitable\nchannels.I would advise parents, then, to leave the choice of a liberal\nprofession to those who are able to live without one.Such parties can\nafford to wait for advancement, however long it may be in coming, or to\nbear up against disappointment, if such should be their lot.With such\nit is a safe speculation, and they may be left to indulge in it, if they\nthink proper.But it will be asked, what is to\nbe done with the multitudes who would be diverted from the professions,\nif this advice were acted upon?The office is east of the hallway.I answer, that the money unprofitably\nspent upon their education, and in fees of admission to these expensive\npursuits, would insure them a \u201cgood location\u201d and a certain provision\nfor life in Canada, or some of the colonies; and that any honourable\noccupation which would yield a competency ought to be preferred to\n\u201cprofessions\u201d which, however \u201cliberal,\u201d hold out to the many but a very\ndoubtful prospect of that result.It is much to be regretted that there is a prevalent notion among\ncertain of my countrymen that \u201ctrade\u201d is not a \u201cgenteel\u201d thing, and\nthat it must be eschewed by those who have any pretensions to fashion.This unfortunate, and I must say unsound state of opinion, contributes\nalso, I fear, in no small degree, to that professional redundancy of\nwhich we have been speaking.The supposed absolute necessity of a high\nclassical education is a natural concomitant of this opinion.All our\nschools therefore are eminently classical.The University follows, as a\nmatter of course, and then the University leads to a liberal profession,\nas surely as one step of a ladder conducts to another.Thus the evil is\nnourished at the very root.Now, I would take the liberty of advising\nthose parents who may concur with me in the main point of over-supply in\nthe professions, to begin at the beginning, and in the education of their\nchildren, to exchange this superabundance of Greek and Latin for the less\nelegant but more useful accomplishment of \u201cciphering.\u201d I am disposed to\nconcur with that facetious but shrewd fellow, Mr Samuel Slick, upon the\ninestimable advantages of that too much neglected art--neglected, I mean,\nin our country here, Ireland.He has demonstrated that they do every\nthing by it in the States, and that without it they could do nothing.With the most profound respect to my countrymen, then, I would earnestly\nrecommend them to cultivate it.But it may perhaps be said that there is\nno encouragement to mercantile pursuits in Ireland, andThe hallway is east of the garden.", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "To this I answer, that merchandize offers\nits prizes to the ingenious and venturous much rather than to those who\nwait for a \u201chighway\u201d to be made for them.If people were resolved to\nlive by trade, I think they would contrive to do so--many more, at least,\nthan at present operate successfully in that department.If more of\neducation, and more of mind, were turned in that direction, new sources\nof profitable industry, at present unthought of, would probably discover\nthemselves.Much might be said on this subject, but I shall not enter\nfurther into the speculation, quite satisfied if I have thrown out a hint\nwhich may be found capable of improvement by others.The rearing of geese might be more an object of attention to our small\nfarmers and labourers in the vicinity of bogs and mountain tracts than it\nis.The general season for the consumption of fat geese is from Michaelmas to\nChristmas, and the high prices paid for them in the English markets--to\nwhich they can be so rapidly conveyed from many parts of Ireland--appear\nto offer sufficient temptation to the speculator who has the capital and\naccommodation necessary for fattening them.The nights\nwhen you sat and prayed not to go insane--and cursed everything,\neverything, everything![After a long pause goes to him and throws her arms about his\nneck.Kneirtje weeps, Barend stands dazed.]Don't let us--[Forcibly controlling his tears.][Goes to the window--says to Barend.]Lay\nout the good things--[Draws up the curtain.]if the\nrooster isn't sitting on the roof again, ha, ha, ha!I would like to sail at once--two days on the Sea!the\nSea!--and I'm my old self again.What?--Why is Truus crying as she\nwalks by?The garden is west of the bathroom.Ssst!--Don't call after her.The Anna has just come in without\nher husband.[A few sad-looking, low-speaking women walk past the\nwindow.][Drops the window\ncurtain, stands in somber thought.]That is to say----\n\nMARIETJE.The office is west of the garden.Yes--I won't go far--I must----\n\nMARIETJE.Well, Salamander, am I a child?I must--I must----[Abruptly\noff.]You should have seen him day before yesterday--half the\nvillage at his heels.When Mother was living he didn't\ndare.She used to slap his face for him when he smelled of gin--just\nlet me try it.You say that as though--ha ha ha!I never have seen Mees drinking--and father very seldom\nformerly.Ah well--I can't put a cork in his mouth, nor lead him\naround by a rope.Gone, of course--to\nthe Rooie.Young for her years, isn't she, eh?Sit down and tell me\n[Merrily.]You know we would\nlike to marry at once [Smiles, hesitates.]because--because----Well,\nyou understand.But Me", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "That's about the same----Are you two!----Now?----I told\nyou everything----\n\n[Jo shrugs her shoulders and laughs.]May you live to be a hundred----\n\nKNEIR.You may try one--you, too--gingerbread nuts--no,\nnot two, you, with the grab-all fingers!For each of the boys a\nhalf pound gingerbread nuts--and a half pound chewing tobacco--and\na package of cigars.Do you know what I'm going to give Barend since\nhe has become so brave--look----\n\nJO.Now--you should give those to Geert----\n\nKNEIR.No, I'm so pleased with the lad that he has made up his mind\nI want to reward him.These are ever so old, they are earrings.My\nhusband wore them Sundays, when he was at home.There are little ships on them--masts--and sails--I wish\nI had them for a brooch.You had a time getting him to sign--Eh!But he was willing to go with his brother--and\nnow take it home to yourself--a boy that is not strong--not very\nstrong--rejected for the army, and a boy who heard a lot about his\nfather and Josef.First you curse and scold at him, and\nnow nothing is too good.In an hour he will be gone,\nand you must never part in anger.We\nhave fresh wafers and ginger cakes all laid in for my birthday--set it\nall ready, Jo.Saart is coming soon, and the boys may take a dram, too.A sweet young Miss\n    And a glass of Anis--\n    I shall surely come in for this.[Hides it in his red handkerchief.]No--now--you\nknow what I want to say.The bedroom is east of the garden.I don't need to ask if----[Pours the dram.]No--no--go ahead--just a little more.No matter, I shan't spill a drop.Lips to the glass, sucks up the liquor.]When you have my years!--Hardly slept a wink last night--and\nno nap this afternoon.That's what he would like to do----\n\nMARIETJE.Now, if I had my choice----\n\nKNEIR.The Matron at the Home has to\nhelp dress him.The office is west of the garden.the Englishman says: \"The old man misses the kisses, and\nthe young man kisses the misses.\"Yes, that means, \"Woman, take your cat inside, its beginning to\nrain.\"Good day, Daantje; day, Cobus; and day, Marietje; and day,\nJo.No, I'm not going to do it--my door is ajar--and the cat may\ntip over the oil stove.No, just give it to me this way--so--so--many\nhappy returns, and may your boys--Where are the boys?Geert has gone to say good bye, and Barend has gone with Mees\nto take the mattresses and chests in the yawl.They'll soon be here,\nfor they must be on board by three o", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "There was a lot of everything and more too.The bride was\nfull,--three glasses \"roses without thorns,\" two of \"perfect love,\"\nand surely four glasses of \"love in a mist.\"Where she stowed\nit all I don't know.Give me the old fashioned dram, brandy and syrup--eh!He's come here to sleep--you look as if you hadn't been to\nbed at all.In his bed--he, he, he!The marble belt runs both ways from Rutland County, where\nthe only quality fit for statuary is obtained.The office is north of the garden.Toward the north it\ndeteriorates by growing less sound, though finer in grain; while to\nthe south it becomes coarser.A beautiful black marble is obtained at\nShoreham, Vt.There are also handsome brecciated marbles in the same\nstate; and in the extreme northern part, near Lake Champlain, they\nbecome more variegated and rich in hue.Such other marble as is found\nin New England is of an inferior quality.The pillars of Girard\nCollege came from Berkshire, Mass., which ranks next after Vermont in\nreputation.The marble belt extends from New England through New York, Pennsylvania,\nMaryland, the District of Columbia, and Virginia, Tennessee, and the\nCarolinas, to Georgia and Alabama.Some of the variegated and high\ncolored varieties obtained near Knoxville, Tenn., nearly equal that of\nVermont.The Rocky Mountains contain a vast abundance and variety.Slate was known to exist in this country to a slight extent in colonial\ndays.It was then used for gravestones, and to some extent for roofing\nand school purposes.It is\nstated that a slate quarry was operated in Northampton County, Pa., as\nearly as 1805.In 1826 James M. Porter and Samuel Taylor engaged in the\nbusiness, obtaining their supplies from the Kittanninny Mountains.The hallway is south of the garden.From\nthis time the business developed rapidly, the village of Slateford being\nan outgrowth of it, and large rafts being employed to float the product\ndown the Schuylkill to Philadelphia.By 1860 the industry had reached\nthe capacity of 20,000 cases of slate, valued at $10 a case, annually.In 1839 quarries were opened in the Piscataquis River, forty miles\nnorth of Bangor, Me., but poor transportation facilities retarded the\nbusiness.Vermont began to yield in 1852.New York's quarries are\nconfined to Washington County, near the Vermont line.Maryland has\na limited supply from Harford County.The Huron Mountains, north of\nMarquette, Mich., contain slate, which is also said to exist in Pike\nCounty, Ga.Grindstones, millstones, and whetstones are quarried in New York, Ohio,\nMichigan, Pennsylvania, and other States.Mica is found at Acworth and\nGrafton, N. H., and near Salt Lake, but our chief supply comes from\nHaywood, Yancey, Mitchell, and Macon counties, in North Carolina, and\nour product is so large that we can afford to export it.Other stones,\nsuch", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "*       *       *       *       *\n\n\n\n\nAN INDUSTRIAL REVOLUTION.The most interesting change of which the Census gives account is the\nincrease in the number of farms.The number has virtually doubled within\ntwenty years.The population of the country has not increased in like\nproportion.A large part of the increase in number of farms has been due\nto the division of great estates.Nor has this occurred, as some may\nimagine, exclusively in the Southern States and the States to which\nimmigration and migration have recently been directed.It is an\nimportant fact that the multiplication of farms has continued even in\nthe older Northern States, though the change has not been as great in\nthese as in States of the far West or the South.In New York there has\nbeen an increase of 25,000, or 11.5 per cent, in the number of farms\nsince 1870; in New Jersey the increase has been 12.2 per cent., and in\nPennsylvania 22.7 per cent., though the increase in population, and\ndoubtless in the number of persons engaged in farming, has been much\nsmaller.Ohio, Indiana, and Illinois also, have been considered fully\nsettled States for years, at least in an agricultural point of view, and\nyet the number of farms has increased 26.1 per cent, in ten years in\nOhio, 20.3 percent, in Indiana, and 26.1 per cent, in Illinois.The\nobvious explanation is that the growth of many cities and towns has\ncreated a market for a far greater supply of those products which may be\nmost advantageously grown upon farms of moderate size; but even if this\nfully accounts for the phenomenon, the change must be recognized as one\nof the highest importance industrially, socially, and politically.The\nman who owns or rents and cultivates a farm stands on a very different\nfooting from the laborer who works for wages.The bathroom is north of the bedroom.It is not a small matter\nthat, in these six States alone, there are 205,000 more owners or\nmanagers of farms than there were only a decade ago.As we go further toward the border, west or north, the influence of the\nsettlement of new land is more distinctly felt.Even in Michigan, where\nnew railroads have opened new regions to settlement, the increase in\nnumber of farms has been over 55 per cent.In Wisconsin, though the\nincrease in railroad mileage has been about the same as in Michigan, the\nreported increase in number of farms has been only 28 per cent., but in\nIowa it rises to 60 per cent., and in Minnesota to nearly 100 per cent.In Kansas the number of farms is 138,561, against 38,202 in 1870; in\nNebraska 63,387, against 12,301; and in Dakota 17,435, against 1,720.In\nthese regions the process is one of creation of new States rather than a\nchange in the social and industrial condition of the population.The kitchen is south of the bedroom.Some Southern States have gained largely, but the increase in these,\nthough very great, is less surprising than the new States of the\nNorthwest.The", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The greatest increase is in Texas, where\n174,184 farms are reported, against 61,125 in 1870; in Florida, with\n23,438 farms, against 10,241 in 1870; and in Arkansas, with 94,433\nfarms, against 49,424 in 1870.In Missouri 215,575 farms are reported,\nagainst 148,228 in 1870.In these States, though social changes have\nbeen great, the increase in number of farms has been largely due to new\nsettlements, as in the States of the far Northwest.But the change in\nthe older Southern States is of a different character.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.Virginia, for example, has long been settled, and had 77,000 farms\nthirty years ago.But the increase in number within the past ten years\nhas been 44,668, or 60.5 per cent.Contrasting this with the increase in\nNew York, a remarkable difference appears.West Virginia had few more\nfarms ten years ago than New Jersey; now it has nearly twice as many,\nand has gained in number nearly 60 per cent.North Carolina, too, has\nincreased 78 per cent.in number of farms since 1870, and South Carolina\n80 per cent.In Georgia the increase has been still greater--from 69,956\nto 138,626, or nearly 100 per cent.No bank would pay a check for that amount to\nan unknown party, without the personal advice of the drawer.\"\"Not if it were made payable to self, and properly indorsed for\nidentification?\"\"You can try it--there's no harm in trying.The office is north of the bedroom.When it's paid, they will pay you.If it's not paid, there\nis no harm done--and we are still your prisoners.You stand to win\neverything and lose nothing.\"\"If it isn't paid, you still have us,\" said Elaine.If the check is presented, it will be paid--you may\nrest easy, on that score.\"\"But remember,\" she cautioned, \"when it is paid, we are to be released,\ninstantly.If we play\nsquare with you, you must play square with us.I risk a fortune, see\nthat you make good.\"\"Your check--it should be one of the sort you always use----\"\n\n\"I always carry a few blank checks in my handbag--and fortunately, I\nhave it with me.You were careful to wrap it in with my arms.In a moment she returned, the blank check in\nher fingers, and handed it to him.It was of a delicate robin's-egg\nblue, with \"The Tuscarora Trust Company\" printed across the face in a\ndarker shade, and her monogram, in gold, at the upper end.\"Is it sufficiently individual to raise a presumption of regularity?\"\"Then, let us understand each other,\" she said.\"I give you my check for two hundred thousand dollars, duly executed,\npayable to my order, and endorsed by me, which, when paid, you, on\nbehalf of your associates and yourself, engage to accept in lieu of the\namount demanded from Mr.Croyden, and to release Miss Carrington and\nmyself forthwith.\"\"There is one thing more,\"", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"You, on your part, are to\nstipulate that no attempt will be made to arrest us.\"\"We will engage that _we_ will do nothing to apprehend you.\"\"Yes!--more than that is not in our power.You will have to assume the\ngeneral risk you took when you abducted us.\"\"We will take it,\" was the quiet answer.\"I think not--at least, everything is entirely satisfactory to us.\"\"Despite the fact that it couldn't be made so!\"The hallway is south of the bedroom.\"I didn't know we had to deal with a woman of such business sense\nand--wealth,\" he answered gallantly.\"If you will get me ink and pen, I will sign the check,\"\nshe said.She filled it in for the amount specified, signed and endorsed it.Then\nshe took, from her handbag, a correspondence card, embossed with her\ninitials, and wrote this note:\n\n                                              \"Hampton, Md.Thompson:--\n\n  \"I have made a purchase, down here, and my check for Two Hundred\n  Thousand dollars, in consideration, will come through, at once.\"Yours very sincerely,\n\n                                            \"Elaine Cavendish.\"To James Thompson, Esq'r., \"Treasurer, The Tuscarora Trust Co.,\n  \"Northumberland.\"She addressed the envelope and passed it and the card across to Mr.\"If you will mail this, to-night, it will provide against any chance of\nnon-payment,\" she said.\"You are a marvel of accuracy,\" he answered, with a bow.\"I would I\ncould always do business with you.\"monsieur, I pray thee, no\nmore!\"There was a knock on the door; the maid entered and spoke in a low tone\nto Jones.\"I am sorry to inconvenience you again,\" he said, turning to them, \"but\nI must trouble you to go aboard the tug.\"\"On the water--that is usually the place for well behaved tugs!\"\"Now--before I go to deposit the check!\"\"You will be safer\non the tug.There will be no danger of an escape or a rescue--and it\nwon't be for long, I trust.\"\"Your trust is no greater than ours, I assure you,\" said Elaine.Their few things were quickly gathered, and they went down to the\nwharf, where a small boat was drawn up ready to take them to the tug,\nwhich was lying a short distance out in the Bay.\"One of the Baltimore tugs, likely,\" said Davila.\"There are scores of\nthem, there, and some are none too chary about the sort of business\nthey are employed in.\"The bedroom is south of the garden.Jones conducted them to the little\ncabin, which they were to occupy together--an upper and a lower bunk\nhaving been provided", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"The maid will sleep in the galley,\" said he.\"She will look after the\ncooking, and you will dine in the small cabin next to this one.It's a\nbit contracted quarters for you, and I'm sorry, but it won't be for\nlong--as we both trust, Miss Cavendish.\"I will have my bank send it direct for\ncollection, with instructions to wire immediately if paid.I presume\nyou don't wish it to go through the ordinary course.\"\"The check, and your note, should reach\nthe Trust Company in the same mail to-morrow morning; they can be\ndepended upon to wire promptly, I presume?\"\"Then, we may be able to release you to-morrow night, certainly by\nSaturday.\"\"It can't come too soon for us.\"The kitchen is north of the bathroom.\"You don't seem to like our hospitality,\" Jones observed.\"It's excellent of its sort, but we don't fancy the sort--you\nunderstand, monsieur.And then, too, it is frightfully expensive.\"\"We have done the best we could under the circumstances,\" he smiled.\"Until Saturday at the latest--meanwhile, permit me to offer you a very\nhopeful farewell.\"\"Why do you treat him so amiably?\"\"I couldn't, if I\nwould.\"The bathroom is north of the office.It wouldn't help our case\nto be sullen--and it might make it much worse.I would gladly shoot\nhim, and hurrah over it, too, as I fancy you would do, but it does no\ngood to show it, now--when we _can't_ shoot him.\"\"But I'm glad I don't have to play the\npart.\"\"Elaine, I don't know how to thank you\nfor my freedom----\"\n\n\"Wait until you have it!\"Ere yet the brands aloft were flung,\n    Margaret on Roderick's mantle hung,\n    And Malcolm heard his Ellen's scream,\n    As falter'd through terrific dream.Then Roderick plunged in sheath his sword,\n    And veil'd his wrath in scornful word:\n    \"Rest safe till morning; pity 'twere\n    Such cheek should feel the midnight air!Then mayst thou to James Stuart tell,\n    Roderick will keep the lake and fell,[159]\n    Nor lackey, with his freeborn clan,\n    The pageant pomp of earthly man.More would he of Clan-Alpine know,\n    Thou canst our strength and passes show.--\n    Malise, what ho!\"--his henchman[160] came;\n    \"Give our safe-conduct[161] to the Graeme.\"Young Malcolm answer'd, calm and bold,\n    \"Fear nothing for thy favorite hold;\n    The spot an angel deigned to grace\n    Is bless'd, though robbers haunt the place.Thy churlish courtesy for those\n    Reserve, who fear to be thy foes.As safe to me the mountain way\n    At midnight as in blaze of day,\n    Though with", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Earth does not hold a lonesome glen\n    So secret, but we meet agen.--\n    Chieftain!we too shall find an hour,\"\n    He said, and left the silvan bower.[160] An officer or secretary who attended closely on the chieftain\n(from _hengst_, or \"horseman,\" i.e., groom).Old Allan follow'd to the strand,\n    (Such was the Douglas's command,)\n    And anxious told, how, on the morn,\n    The stern Sir Roderick deep had sworn,\n    The Fiery Cross[162] should circle o'er\n    Dale, glen, and valley, down, and moor.Much were the peril to the Graeme,\n    From those who to the signal came;\n    Far up the lake 'twere safest land,\n    Himself would row him to the strand.He gave his counsel to the wind,\n    While Malcolm did, unheeding, bind,\n    Round dirk and pouch and broadsword roll'd,\n    His ample plaid in tighten'd fold,\n    And stripp'd his limbs to such array\n    As best might suit the watery way,--\n\n[162] See Note 4, p.Then spoke abrupt: \"Farewell to thee,\n    Pattern of old fidelity!\"The office is south of the kitchen.The Minstrel's hand he kindly press'd,--\n    \"Oh!My sovereign holds in ward my land,\n    My uncle leads my vassal band;\n    To tame his foes, his friends to aid,\n    Poor Malcolm has but heart and blade.The bathroom is north of the kitchen.Yet, if there be one faithful Graeme\n    Who loves the Chieftain of his name,\n    Not long shall honor'd Douglas dwell,\n    Like hunted stag, in mountain cell;\n    Nor, ere yon pride-swoll'n robber dare,--\n    I may not give the rest to air!Tell Roderick Dhu, I owed him naught,\n    Not the poor service of a boat,\n    To waft me to yon mountain side.\"Bold o'er the flood his head he bore,\n    And stoutly steer'd him from the shore;\n    And Allan strain'd his anxious eye,\n    Far'mid the lake his form to spy,\n    Darkening across each puny wave,\n    To which the moon her silver gave.Fast as the cormorant could skim,\n    The swimmer plied each active limb;\n    Then landing in the moonlight dell,\n    Loud shouted, of his weal to tell.The Minstrel heard the far halloo,\n    And joyful from the shore withdrew.I.\n\n    Time rolls his ceaseless course.The race of yore,\n      Who danced our", "question": "What is south of the kitchen?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "How few, all weak and wither'd of their force,\n    Wait on the verge of dark eternity,\n      Like stranded wrecks, the tide returning hoarse,\n    To sweep them from our sight!Yet live there still who[164] can remember well,\n      How, when a mountain chief his bugle blew,\n    Both field and forest, dingle, cliff, and dell,\n      And solitary heath, the signal knew;\n    And fast the faithful clan around him drew,\n      What time[165] the warning note was keenly wound,\n    What time aloft their kindred banner flew,\n      While clamorous war pipes yell'd the gathering sound,\n    And while the Fiery Cross[166] glanced, like a meteor, round.[163] \"Ventures happ'd,\" i.e., adventures which happened.[165] \"What time,\" i.e., when.[166] When a chieftain wished to assemble his clan suddenly, he sent\nout a swift and trusty messenger, bearing a symbol, called the Fiery\nCross, consisting of a rough wooden cross the charred ends of which\nhad been quenched in the blood of a goat.All members of the clan who\nsaw this symbol, and who were capable of bearing arms, were obliged\nto appear in arms forthwith at the appointed rendezvous.The garden is north of the kitchen.Arrived at\nthe next hamlet, the messenger delivered the symbol and the name of\nthe rendezvous to the principal personage, who immediately forwarded\nthem by a fresh messenger.In this way the signal for gathering was\ndisseminated throughout the territory of a large clan in a surprisingly\nshort space of time.The kitchen is north of the bedroom.The summer dawn's reflected hue\n    To purple changed Loch Katrine blue;\n    Mildly and soft the western breeze\n    Just kiss'd the lake, just stirr'd the trees;\n    And the pleased lake, like maiden coy,\n    Trembled but dimpled not for joy;\n    The mountain shadows on her breast\n    Were neither broken nor at rest;\n    In bright uncertainty they lie,\n    Like future joys to Fancy's eye.The water lily to the light\n    Her chalice rear'd of silver bright;\n    The doe awoke, and to the lawn,\n    Begemm'd with dewdrops, led her fawn;\n    The gray mist left the mountain side,\n    The torrent show'd its glistening pride;\n    Invisible in flecked sky,\n    The lark sent down her revelry;\n    The blackbird and the speckled thrush\n    Good-morrow gave from brake and bush;\n    In answer coo'd the cushat dove\n    Her notes of peace, and rest, and love.No thought of peace, no thought of rest,\n    Assuaged", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "With sheathed broadsword in his hand,\n    Abrupt he paced the islet strand,\n    And eyed the rising sun, and laid\n    His hand on his impatient blade.Beneath a rock, his vassals' care\n    Was prompt the ritual[167] to prepare,\n    With deep and deathful meaning fraught;\n    For such Antiquity had taught\n    Was preface meet, ere yet abroad\n    The Cross of Fire should take its road.The fact\nis, Jimmieboy, I am very anxious that you should succeed in capturing\nme, because I don't like it out here very much.The fences are the\ntoughest eating I ever had, and I actually sprained my wisdom-tooth at\nbreakfast this morning trying to bite a brown stone ball off the top of\na gate post.\"\"But if you feel that way,\" said Jimmieboy, somewhat surprised at this\nunusual occurrence, \"why don't you surrender?\"\"A Parallelandsoforth of my standing\nsurrender right on the eve of a battle that means all the sweetmeats I\ncan eat, and more too?The bathroom is north of the garden.\"I wish I could see you,\" said Jimmieboy, earnestly.\"I don't like\nstanding here talking to a wee little voice with nothing to him.Why\ndon't you come out here where I can see you?\"\"It's for your good, Jimmieboy; that's why I stay in here.Why, it puts me all in a tremble just to look at myself; and\nif it affects me that way, just think how it would be with you.\"\"I wouldn't be afraid,\" said Jimmieboy, bravely.\"Yes, you would too,\" answered the Parallelopipedon.\"You'd be so scared\nyou couldn't run, I am so ugly.Didn't the major tell you that story\nabout my reflection in the looking-glass?\"The story is in rhyme, and the major always tells\neverybody all the poetry he knows,\" said the invisible enemy.The kitchen is south of the garden.\"That's\nwhy I never go near him.He has only enough to last one year, and the\nsecond year he tells it all over again.I'm surprised he never told you\nabout my reflection in the mirror, because it is one of his worst, and\nhe always likes them better than the others.\"\"I'll ask him to tell it to me next time I see him,\" said Jimmieboy,\n\"unless you'll tell it to me now.\"\"I'd just as lief tell you,\" said the Parallelopipedon.\"Only you\nmustn't laugh or cry, because you haven't time to laugh, and generals\nnever cry.This is the way it goes:\n\n    \"THE PARALLELOPIPEDON AND THE MIRROR.The Parallelopipedon so very ugly is,\n     His own heart fills with terror when he looks upon his phiz.That's why he wears blue goggles--twenty pairs upon his nose,\n     And never dares to show himself, no matter where he goes", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "One day when he was walking down a crowded village street,\n     He looked into a little shop where stood a mirror neat.He saw his own reflection there as plain as plain could be;\n     And said, 'I'd give four dollars if that really wasn't me.'And, strange to say, the figure in the mirror's silver face\n     Was also filled with terror at the other's lack of grace;\n     And this reflection trembled till it strangely came to pass\n    The handsome mirror shivered to ten thousand bits of glass.To this tale there's a moral, and that moral briefly is:\n     If you perchance are burdened with a terrifying phiz,\n     Don't look into your mirror--'tis a fearful risk to take--\n     'Tis certain sure to happen that the mirror it will break.\"\"Well, if that's so, I guess I don't want to see you,\" said Jimmieboy.But tell me; if all this is true, how did\nthe major come to say it?For instance,\" explained\nthe Parallelopipedon, \"as a rule I can't pronounce my name, but in\nreciting that poem to you I did speak my name in the very first\nline--but if you only knew how it hurt me to do it!Oh dear me, how it\nhurt!\"Once,\" said Jimmieboy, wincing at the remembrance of his painful\nexperience.\"Well, pronouncing my name is to me worse than having all my teeth\npulled and then put back again, and except when I get hold of a fine\ngeneral like you I never make the sacrifice,\" said the Parallelopipedon.The hallway is south of the office.\"But tell me, Jimmieboy, you are out after preserved cherries and\npickled peaches, I understand?\"\"And powdered sugar, almonds, jam, and several\nother things that are large and elegant.\"\"Well, just let me tell you one thing,\" said the Parallelopipedon,\nconfidentially.\"I'm so sick of cherries and peaches that I run every\ntime I see them, and when I run there is no tin soldier or general of\nyour size in the world that can catch me.I am\nhere to be captured; you are here to capture me.To accomplish our\nvarious purposes we've got to begin right, and you might as well\nunderstand now as at any other time that you are beginning wrong.\"\"I don't know what else to do,\" said Jimmieboy.The\ncolonel told me to get those things, and I supposed I ought to get 'em.\"\"It doesn't pay to suppose,\" said the Parallelopipedon.\"Many a victory\nhas been lost by a supposition.As that old idiot Major Blueface said\nonce, when he tried to tell an untruth, and so hit the truth by mistake:\n\n    'Success always comes to\n       The mortal who knows,\n     And never to him who\n       Does naught but suppose.The bedroom is north of the office.For knowledge is certain,", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"They are ifs in words of four syllables,\" said the Parallelopipedon,\n\"and you want to steer clear of them as much as you can.\"\"I'll try to,\" said Jimmieboy.\"But how am I to get knowledge instead of\nhypotheseeses?\"Well, that's only natural,\" said the Parallelopipedon, kindly.The bedroom is south of the hallway.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.\"There\nare only two creatures about here that do know everything.They--between\nyou and me--are me and myself.The others you meet here don't even begin\nto know everything, though they'll try to make you believe they do.Now\nI dare say that tin colonel of yours would try to make you believe that\nwater is wet, and that fire is hot, and other things like that.Well,\nthey are, but he doesn't know it.He has put his hand\ninto a pail of water and found out that it was wet, but he doesn't know\nwhy it is wet any more than he knows why fire is hot.\"\"Certainly,\" returned the Parallelopipedon.\"Water is wet because it is\nwater, and fire is hot because it wouldn't be fire if it wasn't hot.Oh,\nit takes brains to know everything, Jimmieboy, and if there's one thing\nold Colonel Zinc hasn't got, it's brains.If you don't believe it, cut\nhis head off some day and see for yourself.You won't find a whole brain\nin his head.\"\"It must be nice to know everything,\" said Jimmieboy.\"It's pretty nice,\" said the Parallelopipedon, cautiously.\"But it's not\nalways the nicest thing in the world.If you are off on a long journey,\nfor instance, it's awfully hard work to carry all you know along with\nyou.It has given me a headache many a time, I can tell you.Maurice's\nface assumes the same expression as Silvina's.Maurice walks quickly to the window and raises his left hand to\nhis forehead, straightening himself in military fashion.Thus he\nstands until the others notice him._\n\n_Enter Jeanne, Count Clairmont, followed by Secretary Lagard and\nthe Count's adjudant, an elderly General of stem appearance,\nwith numerous decorations upon his chest.The Count himself\nis tall, well built and young, in a modest officer's uniform,\nwithout any medals to signify his high station.He carries\nhimself very modestly, almost bashfully, but overcoming his\nfirst uneasiness, he speaks warmly and powerfully and freely.All treat him with profound respect._\n\n_Lagard is a strong old man with a leonine gray head.He speaks\nsimply, his gestures are calm and resolute.It is evident that\nhe is in the habit of speaking from a platform._\n\n_Jeanne holds a large bouquet of flowers in her hands.Count\nClairmont walks directly toward Grelieu's bedside._\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\n_Confused._\n\nI have come to shake hands with you, my dear master.Oh, but\ndo not make a single unnecessary movement,", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI am deeply moved, I am happy.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nNo, no, don't speak that way.Here stands before you only a man\nwho has learned to think from your books.But see what they have\ndone to you--look, Lagard!LAGARD\n\nHow are you, Grelieu?I, too, want to shake your hand.Today I\nam a Secretary by the will of Fate, but yesterday I was only a\nphysician, and I may congratulate you--you have a kind hand.GENERAL\n\n_Coming forward modestly._\n\nAllow me, too, in the name of this entire army of ours to\nexpress to you our admiration, Monsieur Grelieu!EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI thank you.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nBut perhaps it is necessary to have a surgeon?JEANNE\n\nHe can listen and talk, Count.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\n_Noticing Maurice, confused._\n\nOh!Please put down your hand--you are wounded.MAURICE\n\nI am so happy, Count.JEANNE\n\nThis is our second son.Our first son, Pierre, was killed at\nLi\u00e8ge--\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nI dare not console you, Madame Grelieu.Give me your hand,\nMaurice.I dare not--\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nMy dear young man, I, too, am nothing but a soldier now.The bathroom is south of the garden.My children and my wife\nhave sent you flowers--but where are they?The garden is south of the office.JEANNE\n\nHere they are, Count.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nThank you.But I did not know that your flowers were better than\nmine, for my flowers smell of smoke._To Count Clairmont._\n\nHis pulse is good.Grelieu, we have come to you not only to\nexpress our sympathy.Through me all the working people of\nBelgium are shaking your hand.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI am proud of it, Lagard.LAGARD\n\nBut we are just as proud.Yes; there is something we must\ndiscuss with you.Count Clairmont did not wish to disturb you,\nbut I said: \"Let him die, but before that we must speak to him.\"EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI am not dying.Maurice, I think you had better go out.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\n_Quickly._\n\nOh, no, no.He is your son, Grelieu, and he should be present to\nhear what his father will say.Oh, I should have been proud to\nhave such a father.LAGARD\n\nOur Count is a very fine young man--Pardon me, Count, I have\nagain upset our--\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nThat's nothing, I have already grown accustomed to it.Master,\nit is necessary for you and your family to leave for Antwerp\ntoday.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nAre our affairs in such a critical condition?L", "question": "What is south of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "That\nhorde of Huns is coming upon us like the tide of the sea.Today\nthey are still there, but tomorrow they will flood your house,\nGrelieu.To what can we resort\nin our defence?On this side are they, and there is the sea.Only very little is left of Belgium, Grelieu.Very soon there\nwill be no room even for my beard here.Dull sounds of cannonading are heard in the distance.All turn their eyes to the window._\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nIs that a battle?COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\n_Listening, calmly._\n\nNo, that is only the beginning.But tomorrow they will carry\ntheir devilish weapons past your house.Do you know they are\nreal iron monsters, under whose weight our earth is quaking\nand groaning.They are moving slowly, like amphibia that have\ncrawled out at night from the abyss--but they are moving!Another few days will pass, and they will crawl over to Antwerp,\nthey will turn their jaws to the city, to the churches--Woe to\nBelgium, master!LAGARD\n\nYes, it is very bad.The kitchen is north of the hallway.We are an honest and peaceful people\ndespising bloodshed, for war is such a stupid affair!And we\nshould not have had a single soldier long ago were it not for\nthis accursed neighbor, this den of murderers.GENERAL\n\nAnd what would we have done without any soldiers, Monsieur\nLagard?LAGARD\n\nAnd what can we do with soldiers, Monsieur General?COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nYou are wrong, Lagard.With our little army there is still one\npossibility--to die as freemen die.But without an army we would\nhave been bootblacks, Lagard!LAGARD\n\n_Grumbling._\n\nWell, I would not clean anybody's boots.Things are in bad\nshape, Grelieu, in very bad shape.And there is but one remedy\nleft for us--.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI know.The garden is north of the kitchen.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nThe dam._Jeanne and Emil shudder and look at each other with terror in\ntheir eyes._\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nYou shuddered, you are shuddering, madame.But what am I to do,\nwhat are we to do, we who dare not shudder?JEANNE\n\nOh, I simply thought of a girl who was trying to find her way to\nLonua.She will never find her way to Lonua.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nBut what is to be done?The Count steps away to the window\nand looks out, nervously twitching his mustaches.Maurice has\nmoved aside and, as before, stands at attention.Jeanne stands\na little distance away from him, with her shoulder leaning\nagainst the wall, her beautiful pale head thrown back.Lagard is\nsitting at the bedside as before, stroking his gray, disheveled\nbeard.The General is absorbed in gloomy thoughts._\n\nCOUNT CLAIR", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "That means a sword, a gun, explosive contrivances.Fire is killing people, but at the same time it\nalso gives light.There is something of the\nancient sacrifice in it.\"Don't kill him if you can help it, Bill.Murder has an ugly look, and\nthey'll look out twice as sharp for a murderer as for a burglar.He can wake up when we're\ngone, but we'll tie him so he can't give the alarm.\"Obey\norders, and I'll bring you out all right.\"So the day passed, and darkness came on.The janitor, or watchman, was a sturdy old man, who in early life had\nbeen a sailor.Some accident had made him lame, and this incapacitated\nhim for his early vocation.It had not, however, impaired his physical\nstrength, which was very great, and Mr.Rogers was glad to employ him in\nhis present capacity.When Jack Green--Jack was the name he generally went by--heard of the\ncontemplated burglary, he was excited and pleased.It was becoming\nrather tame to him to watch night after night without interruption, and\nhe fancied he should like a little scrimmage.He even wanted to\nwithstand the burglars single-handed.\"What's the use of callin' in the police?\"\"It's only two men,\nand old Jack is a match for two.\"\"You're a strong man, Jack,\" said Dan, \"but one of the burglars is as\nstrong as you are.The garden is south of the office.He's broad-shouldered and\nbig-chested.\"\"I ain't afraid of him,\" said Jack, defiantly.\"Perhaps not, but there's another man, too.But Jack finally yielded, though reluctantly, and three policemen were\nadmitted about eight o'clock, and carefully secreted, to act when\nnecessary.Jack pleaded for the privilege of meeting the burglars first,\nand the privilege was granted, partly in order that they might be taken\nin the act.Old Jack was instructed how to act, and though it was a part\nnot wholly in accordance with his fearless spirit, he finally agreed to\ndo as he was told.It is not necessary to explain how the burglars effected their entrance.This was effected about twelve o'clock, and by the light of a\ndark-lantern Bill and Mike advanced cautiously toward the safe.At this point old Jack made his appearance, putting on an air of alarm\nand dismay.he demanded, in a tone which he partially succeeded in\nmaking tremulous.\"Keep quiet, and we will do you no harm.\"All right; I'll do it myself.The word agreed with the information\nthey had received from Talbot.It served to convince them that the\njanitor had indeed succumbed, and could be relied upon.There was no\nsuspicion in the mind of either that there was any one else in the\nestablishment, and they felt moderately secure from interruption.\"Here, old fellow, hold the lantern while we go to work.The hallway is north of the office.Just behave\nyourself, and we'll give you ten dollars--shall we, Mike?\"\"Yes,\" answered Mike; \"I'm agreed.\"\"It'll look as if", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"Oh, never mind about that; he won't know it.When all is over we'll tie\nyou up, so that it will look as if you couldn't help yourself.Jack felt like making a violent assault upon the man who was offering\nhim a bribe, but he controlled his impulse, and answered:\n\n\"I'm a poor man, and ten dollars will come handy.\"The office is east of the garden.The bathroom is east of the office.\"All right,\" said Bill, convinced by this time that Jack's fidelity was\nvery cheaply purchased.He plumed himself on his success in converting\nthe janitor into an ally, and felt that the way was clear before him.\"Mike, give the lantern to this old man, and come here and help me.\"Old Jack took the lantern, laughing in his sleeve at the ease with which\nhe had gulled the burglars, while they kneeled before the safe.It was then that, looking over his shoulder, he noticed the stealthy\napproach of the policemen, accompanied by Dan.Setting down the lantern, he sprang upon the back of Bill as\nhe was crouching before him, exclaiming:\n\n\"Now, you villain, I have you!\"The attack was so sudden and unexpected that Bill, powerful as he was,\nwas prostrated, and for an instant interposed no resistance.\"You'll repent this, you old idiot!\"he hissed between his closed teeth,\nand, in spite of old Jack's efforts to keep him down, he forced his way\nup.At the same moment Mike, who had been momentarily dazed by the sudden\nattack, seized the janitor, and, between them both, old Jack's life was\nlikely to be of a very brief tenure.But here the reinforcements\nappeared, and changed the aspect of the battle.One burly policeman seized Bill by the collar, while Mike was taken in\nhand by another, and their heavy clubs fell with merciless force on the\nheads of the two captives.In the new surprise Jack found himself a free man, and, holding up the\nlantern, cried, exultingly:\n\n\"If I am an old idiot, I've got the better of you, you scoundrels!It was hard for him to give in, but the\nfight was too unequal.\"Mike,\" said he, \"this is a plant.I wish I had that cursed book-keeper\nhere; he led us into this.\"\"Yes,\" answered Bill; \"he put us up to this.\"No need to curse him,\" said Jack, dryly; \"he meant you to succeed.\"\"Didn't he tell you we were coming to-night?\"\"How did you find it out, then?\"\"It wasn't enough; but we should have got more out of him.\"\"Before you go away with your prisoners,\" said Jack to the policeman, \"I\nwish to open the safe before you, to see if I am right in my suspicions.Talbot drew over ten thousand dollars from the bank to-day, and led\nus to think that he deposited it in the safe.I wish to ascertain, in\nthe presence of witnesses, how much he placed there, and how much he\ncarried away.\"\"That cursed book-keeper deceived us, then.\"[Ill", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n          One night the Brownies strayed around\n          A green and level stretch of ground,\n          Where young folk oft their skill displayed\n          At archery, till evening's shade.The office is west of the bedroom.The targets standing in the park,\n          With arrows resting in the mark,\n    Soon showed the cunning Brownie band\n    The skill of those who'd tried a hand.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n          A few in outer rings were fast,\n          Some pierced the \"gold,\" and more had passed\n          Without a touch, until they sank\n          In trunk of tree or grassy bank.Said one: \"On page and parchment old,\n          The story often has been told,\n          How men of valor bent the bow\n          To spread confusion through the foe.And even now, in later times\n          (As travelers find in distant climes),\n    Some savage tribes on plain and hill\n    Can make it interesting still.\"Another spoke: \"A scene like this,\n    Reminds me of that valiant Swiss,\n    Who in the dark and trying hour\n    Revealed such nerve and matchless power,\n          And from the head of his brave son\n          The apple shot, and freedom won!While such a chance is offered here,\n          We'll find the bows that must be near,\n          And as an hour or two of night\n          Will bring us 'round the morning light,\n          We'll take such targets as we may,\n            To safer haunts, some miles away.Then at our leisure we can shoot\n            At bull's-eyes round or luscious fruit,\n            Till like the Swiss of olden time,\n            With steady nerves and skill sublime,\n            Each one can split an apple fair\n            On every head that offers there.\"[Illustration]\n\n    Now buildings that were fastened tight\n    Against the prowlers of the night,\n    At the wee Brownies' touch and callThe hallway is west of the office.", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "So some with bulky targets strode,\n    That made for eight or ten a load.And called for engineering skill\n    To steer them up or down the hill;\n    Some carried bows of rarest kind,\n    That reached before and trailed behind.The English \"self-yew\" bow was there,\n    Of nicest make and \"cast\" so rare,\n    Well tipped with horn, the proper thing,\n    With \"nocks,\" or notches, for the string.Still others formed an \"arrow line\"\n    That bristled like the porcupine.The hallway is south of the bedroom.[Illustration]\n\n    When safe within the forest shade,\n    The targets often were displayed.At first, however near they stood,\n    Some scattered trouble through the wood.The trees were stripped of leaves and bark,\n    With arrows searching for the mark.The hares to other groves withdrew,\n    And frighted birds in circles flew.But practice soon improves the art\n        Of all, however dull or smart;\n                             And there they stood to do their best,\n                             And let all other pleasures rest,\n                             While quickly grew their skill and power,\n                             And confidence, from hour to hour.[Illustration]\n\n    When targets seemed too plain or wide,\n    A smaller mark the Brownies tried.By turns each member took his stand\n    And risked his head to serve the band.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n    For volunteers would bravely hold\n    A pumpkin till in halves it rolled;\n    And then a turnip, quince, or pear,\n    Would next be shot to pieces there;\n    Till not alone the apples flew\n    In halves before their arrows true,\n    But even plums and cherries too.For Brownies, as we often find,\n    Can soon excel the human kind,\n    And carry off with effort slight\n    The highest praise and honors bright.[Illustration]\n\nTHE BROWNIES FISHING.[Illustration]\n\n    When glassy lakes and streams about\n    Gave up their bass and speckled trout,\n    The Brownies stood by water clear\n    As shades of evening gathered near.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n                       The kitchen is north of the bedroom.", "question": "What is north of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The kitchen is west of the bedroom.While city chaps with reels come down,\n                          And line enough to gird the town,\n                          And flies of stranger shape and hue\n                          Than ever Mother Nature knew--\n                          With horns like crickets, tails like mice,\n                          And plumes like birds of Paradise.Thus well prepared for sunny sky\n              Or cloudy weather, wet or dry,\n              They take the fish from stream and pool\n              By native art and printed rule.\"The bedroom is west of the garden.Another said: \"With peeping eyes\n              I've watched an angler fighting flies,\n              And thought, when thus he stood to bear\n              The torture from those pests of air,\n              There must indeed be pleasure fine\n              Behind the baited hook and line.Now, off like arrows from the bow\n    In search of tackle some must go;\n    While others stay to dig supplies\n    Of bait that anglers highly prize,--\n    Such kind as best will bring the pout\n    The dace, the chub, and'shiner' out;\n    While locusts gathered from the grass\n    Will answer well for thorny bass.\"Then some with speed for tackle start,\n    And some to sandy banks depart,\n              And some uplift a stone or rail\n              In search of cricket, grub, or snail;\n    While more in dewy meadows draw\n    The drowsy locust from the straw.Nor is it long before the band\n    Stands ready for the sport in hand.It seemed the time of all the year\n    When fish the starving stage were near:\n              They rose to straws and bits of bark,\n              To bubbles bright and shadows dark,\n              And jumped at hooks, concealed or bare,\n              While yet", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Some Brownies many trials met\n              Almost before their lines were wet;\n              For stones below would hold them fast,\n    And limbs above would stop the cast,\n    And hands be forced to take a rest,\n    At times when fish were biting best.\"Give glory where it is\ndue, my son, even though it is manifested by thy shame.For what reason\nwouldst thou have waylaid this armourer, who says he never wronged\nthee?\"\"He had wronged him whom I served,\" answered Bonthron, \"and I meditated\nthe deed by his command.\"Bonthron was silent for an instant, then growled out: \"He is too mighty\nfor me to name.\"\"Hearken, my son,\" said the churchman; \"tarry but a brief hour, and the\nmighty and the mean of this earth shall to thee alike be empty sounds.The sledge is even now preparing to drag thee to the place of execution.Therefore, son, once more I charge thee to consult thy soul's weal by\nglorifying Heaven, and speaking the truth.Was it thy master, Sir John\nRamorny, that stirred thee to so foul a deed?\"\"No,\" answered the prostrate villain, \"it was a greater than he.\"And at\nthe same time he pointed with his finger to the Prince.The office is north of the bedroom.said the astonished Duke of Rothsay; \"do you dare to hint that\nI was your instigator?\"\"You yourself, my lord,\" answered the unblushing ruffian.\"Die in thy falsehood, accursed slave!\"said the Prince; and, drawing\nhis sword, he would have pierced his calumniator, had not the Lord High\nConstable interposed with word and action.\"Your Grace must forgive my discharging mine office: this caitiff must\nbe delivered into the hands of the executioner.He is unfit to be dealt\nwith by any other, much less by your Highness.\"The hallway is south of the bedroom.noble earl,\" said Albany aloud, and with much real or affected\nemotion, \"would you let the dog pass alive from hence, to poison the\npeople's ears with false accusations against the Prince of Scotland?I\nsay, cut him to mammocks upon the spot!\"\"Your Highness will pardon me,\" said the Earl of Errol; \"I must protect\nhim till his doom is executed.\"\"Then let him be gagged instantly,\" said Albany.\"And you, my royal\nnephew, why stand you there fixed in astonishment?Call your resolution\nup--speak to the prisoner--swear--protest by all that is sacred that you\nknew not of this felon deed.See how the people look on each other and\nwhisper apart!My life on't that this lie spreads faster than any Gospel\ntruth.Speak to them, royal kinsman, no matter what you say, so you be\nconstant in denial.\"\"What, sir,\" said Rothsay, starting from his pause of surprise and\nmortification, and turning haughtily towards his uncle;", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Let those who\ncan believe the son of their sovereign, the descendant of Bruce, capable\nof laying ambush for the life of a poor mechanic, enjoy the pleasure of\nthinking the villain's tale true.\"\"That will not I for one,\" said the smith, bluntly.\"I never did aught\nbut what was in honour towards his royal Grace the Duke of Rothsay, and\nnever received unkindness from him in word, look, or deed; and I cannot\nthink he would have given aim to such base practice.\"\"Was it in honour that you threw his Highness from the ladder in Curfew\nStreet upon Fastern's [St.said Bonthron; \"or think\nyou the favour was received kindly or unkindly?\"This was so boldly said, and seemed so plausible, that it shook the\nsmith's opinion of the Prince's innocence.\"Alas, my lord,\" said he, looking sorrowfully towards Rothsay, \"could\nyour Highness seek an innocent fellow's life for doing his duty by a\nhelpless maiden?I would rather have died in these lists than live to\nhear it said of the Bruce's heir!\"\"Thou art a good fellow, Smith,\" said the Prince; \"but I cannot expect\nthee to judge more wisely than others.Away with that convict to the\ngallows, and gibbet him alive an you will, that he may speak falsehood\nand spread scandal on us to the last prolonged moment of his existence!\"So saying, the Prince turned away from the lists, disdaining to notice\nthe gloomy looks cast towards him, as the crowd made slow and reluctant\nway for him to pass, and expressing neither surprise nor displeasure at\na deep, hollow murmur, or groan, which accompanied his retreat.Only a\nfew of his own immediate followers attended him from the field, though\nvarious persons of distinction had come there in his train.The garden is south of the kitchen.Even the\nlower class of citizens ceased to follow the unhappy Prince, whose\nformer indifferent reputation had exposed him to so many charges of\nimpropriety and levity, and around whom there seemed now darkening\nsuspicions of the most atrocious nature.He took his slow and thoughtful way to the church of the Dominicans; but\nthe ill news, which flies proverbially fast, had reached his father's\nplace of retirement before he himself appeared.On entering the palace\nand inquiring for the King, the Duke of Rothsay was surprised to be\ninformed that he was in deep consultation with the Duke of Albany, who,\nmounting on horseback as the Prince left the lists, had reached the\nconvent before him.The garden is north of the office.He was about to use the privilege of his rank and\nbirth to enter the royal apartment, when MacLouis, the commander of\nthe guard of Brandanes, gave him to understand, in the most respectful\nterms, that he had special instructions which forbade his admittance.\"Go at least, MacLouis, and let them know that I wait their pleasure,\"\nsaid the Prince.\"If my uncle desires to have the credit of shutting the\nfather's apartment against the son, it will gratify him to know that I\nam attending in the outer hall like a lackey.\"\"May it please", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "At present, your\nHighness must forgive me, it is impossible you can have access.\"\"I understand you, MacLouis; but go, nevertheless, and obey my\ncommands.\"The officer went accordingly, and returned with a message that the King\nwas indisposed, and on the point of retiring to his private chamber;\nbut that the Duke of Albany would presently wait upon the Prince of\nScotland.It was, however, a full half hour ere the Duke of Albany appeared--a\nperiod of time which Rothsay spent partly in moody silence, and\npartly in idle talk with MacLouis and the Brandanes, as the levity or\nirritability of his temper obtained the ascendant.At length the Duke came, and with him the lord High Constable, whose\ncountenance expressed much sorrow and embarrassment.He refers to the story of the abbess of Andouillets (VI,\n64); he narrates (VIII, pp.203-4) an anecdote of Sterne which has just\nbeen printed in the _Adress-Comptoir-Nachrichten_ (1769, p.The garden is east of the kitchen.Levade in Lausanne, who bore a striking resemblance to\nSterne (V, p.279), and refers to Yorick in other minor regards (VII,\n158; VIII, pp.51, 77, and Briefe II, 76).Yet in spite of this evident\ninfatuation, Matthison\u2019s account of his own travels cannot be classed as\nan imitation of Yorick, but is purely objective, descriptive, without\nsearch for humor or pathos, with no introduction of personalities save\nfriends and celebrities.The office is west of the kitchen.Heinse alluded to Sterne frequently in his\nletters to Gleim (1770-1771),[85] but after August 23, 1771, Sterne\nvanished from his fund of allusion, though the correspondence lasts\nuntil 1802, a\u00a0fact of significance in dating the German enthusiasm for\nSterne and the German knowledge of Shandy from the publication of the\nSentimental Journey, and likewise an indication of the insecurity of\nYorick\u2019s personal hold.Miscellaneous allusions to Sterne, illustrating the magnitude and\nduration of his popularity, may not be without interest: K\u00e4stner\n\u201cVermischte Schriften,\u201d II, p.134 (Steckenpferd); Lenz \u201cGesammelte\nWerke,\u201d Berlin, 1828, Vol.312; letter from the Duchess Amalie,\nAugust 2, 1779, in \u201cBriefe an und von Merck,\u201d Darmstadt, 1838; letter of\nCaroline Herder to Knebel, April 2, 1799, in \u201cK.\u00a0L.von Knebel\u2019s\nLiterarischer Nachlass,\u201d Leipzig, 1835, p.324 (Yorick\u2019s \u201cheiliges\nSensorium\u201d); a\u00a0rather unfavorable but apologetic criticism of Shandy in\nthe \u201cHinterlassene Schriften\u201d of Charlotta Sophia Sidonia Seidelinn,\nN\u00fcrnberg,", "question": "What is the kitchen east of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "227; \u201cSchiller\u2019s Briefe,\u201d edited by Fritz Jonas, I,\npp.136, 239; in Hamann\u2019s letters, \u201cLeben und Schriften,\u201d edited by Dr.C.\u00a0H. Gildermeister, Gotha, 1875, II, p.16,\n163; in C.\u00a0L. J\u00fcnger\u2019s \u201cAnlage zu einem Familiengespr\u00e4ch \u00fcber die\nPhysiognomik\u201d in _Deutsches Museum_, II, pp.781-809, where the French\nbarber who proposes to dip Yorick\u2019s wig in the sea is taken as a type of\nexaggeration.And a similar reference is found in Wieland\u2019s _Merkur_,\n1799, I, p.15: Yorick\u2019s Sensorium is again cited, _Merkur_, 1791, II,\np.\u00a095.The bathroom is south of the kitchen.Other references in the _Merkur_ are: 1774, III, p.52; 1791, I,\np.19-21; _Deutsches Museum_, IV, pp.66, 462; _Neuer Gelehrter Mercurius_, Altona, 1773, August 19, in review\nof Goethe\u2019s \u201cG\u00f6tz;\u201d _Almanach der deutschen Musen_, 1771, p.\u00a093.And\nthus the references scatter themselves down the decades.\u201cDas W\u00f6rtlein\nUnd,\u201d by F.\u00a0A. Krummacher (Duisberg und Essen, 1811), bore a motto taken\nfrom the Koran, and contained the story of Uncle Toby and the fly with a\npersonal application, and Yorick\u2019s division of travelers is copied\nbodily and applied to critics.Friedrich Hebbel, probably in 1828, gave\nhis Newfoundland dog the name of Yorick-Sterne-Monarch.[86] Yorick is\nfamiliarly mentioned in Wilhelm Raabe\u2019s \u201cChronik der Sperlingsgasse\u201d\n(1857), and in Ernst von Wolzogen\u2019s \u201cDer Dornenweg,\u201d two characters\naddress one another in Yorick similes.Indeed, in the summer of 1902,\na\u00a0Berlin newspaper was publishing \u201cEine Empfindsame Reise in einem\nAutomobile.\u201d[87]\n\nMus\u00e4us is named as an imitator of Sterne by Koberstein, and Erich\nSchmidt implies in his \u201cRichardson, Rousseau und Goethe,\u201d that he\nfollowed Sterne in his \u201cGrandison der Zweite,\u201d which could hardly be\npossible, for \u201cGrandison der Zweite\u201d was first published in 1760, and\nwas probably written during 1759, that is, before Sterne had published\nTristram Shandy.Adolph von Knigge is also mentioned by Koberstein asThe hallway is south of the bathroom.", "question": "What is south of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Their connection with Sterne cannot be designated as other than remote;\nthe former is a merry vagabond story, reminding one much more of the\ntavern and way-faring adventures in Fielding and Smollett, and\nsuggesting Sterne only in the constant conversation with the reader\nabout the progress of the book and the mechanism of its construction.The bathroom is west of the bedroom.One example of the hobby-horse idea in this narration may perhaps be\ntraced to Sterne.The \u201cBriefe auf einer Reise aus Lothringen\u201d has even\nless connection; it shares only in the increase of interest in personal\naccounts of travel.Knigge\u2019s novels, \u201cPeter Claus\u201d and \u201cDer Roman meines\nLebens,\u201d are decidedly not imitations of Sterne; a\u00a0clue to the character\nof the former may be obtained from the fact that it was translated into\nEnglish as \u201cThe German Gil Blas.\u201d \u201cDer Roman meines Lebens\u201d is a typical\neighteenth century love-story written in letters, with numerous\ncharacters, various intrigues and unexpected adventures; indeed, a\u00a0part\nof the plot, involving the abduction of one of the characters, reminds\none of \u201cClarissa Harlowe.\u201d Sterne is, however, incidentally mentioned in\nboth books, is quoted in \u201cPeter Claus\u201d (Chapter VI, Vol.The kitchen is east of the bedroom.II), and Walter\nShandy\u2019s theory of Christian names is cited in \u201cDer Roman meines\nLebens.\u201d[88] That Knigge had no sympathy with exaggerated sentimentalism\nis seen in a passage in his \u201cUmgang mit Menschen.\u201d[89] Knigge admired\nand appreciated the real Sterne and speaks in his \u201cUeber Schriftsteller\nund Schriftstellerei\u201d[90] of Yorick\u2019s sharpening observation regarding\nthe little but yet important traits of character.Moritz August von Th\u00fcmmel in his famous \u201cReise in die mitt\u00e4glichen\nProvinzen von Frankreich\u201d adopted Sterne\u2019s general idea of sentimental\njourneying, shorn largely of the capriciousness and whimsicality which\nmarked Sterne\u2019s pilgrimage.He followed Sterne also in driving the\nsensuous to the borderland of the sensual.Hippel\u2019s novels, \u201cLebensl\u00e4ufe nach aufsteigender Linie\u201d and \u201cKreuz und\nQuerz\u00fcge des Ritters A. bis Z.\u201d were purely Shandean products in which a\nhumor unmistakably imitated from Sterne struggles rather unsuccessfully\nwith pedagogical seriousness.Jean Paul was undoubtedly indebted to\nSterne for a part of his literary equipment, and his works afford proof\nboth of his occupation with Sterne\u2019s writings and its effect upon his\nown.A\u00a0study of Hippel\u2019s \u201cLebensl\u00e4ufe\u201d in connection with both Sterne\nand Jean Paul was suggested but a few", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "A\u00a0detailed, minute study of von\nTh\u00fcmmel, Hippel and Jean Paul[92] in connection with the English master\nis purposed as a continuation of the present essay.Heine\u2019s pictures of\ntravel, too, have something of Sterne in them.[Footnote 1: _Quellen und Forschungen_, II, p.\u00a027.]Burley, perceiving the consequences of a defeat on\nthis point, and that his men, though more numerous, were unequal to the\nregulars in using their arms and managing their horses, threw himself\nacross Bothwell's way, and attacked him hand to hand.The garden is east of the bathroom.Each of the\ncombatants was considered as the champion of his respective party, and a\nresult ensued more usual in romance than in real story.Their followers,\non either side, instantly paused, and looked on as if the fate of the day\nwere to be decided by the event of the combat between these two redoubted\nswordsmen.The combatants themselves seemed of the same opinion; for,\nafter two or three eager cuts and pushes had been exchanged, they paused,\nas if by joint consent, to recover the breath which preceding exertions\nhad exhausted, and to prepare for a duel in which each seemed conscious\nhe had met his match.[Illustration: The Duel--230]\n\n\n\"You are the murdering villain, Burley,\" said Bothwell, griping his sword\nfirmly, and setting his teeth close--\"you escaped me once, but\"--(he\nswore an oath too tremendous to be written down)--\"thy head is worth its\nweight of silver, and it shall go home at my saddle-bow, or my saddle\nshall go home empty for me.\"\"Yes,\" replied Burley, with stern and gloomy deliberation, \"I am that\nJohn Balfour, who promised to lay thy head where thou shouldst never lift\nit again; and God do so unto me, and more also, if I do not redeem my\nword!\"\"Then a bed of heather, or a thousand merks!\"said Bothwell, striking at\nBurley with his full force.\"The sword of the Lord and of Gideon!\"answered Balfour, as he parried\nand returned the blow.There have seldom met two combatants more equally matched in strength of\nbody, skill in the management of their weapons and horses, determined\ncourage, and unrelenting hostility.After exchanging many desperate\nblows, each receiving and inflicting several wounds, though of no great\nconsequence, they grappled together as if with the desperate impatience\nof mortal hate, and Bothwell, seizing his enemy by the shoulder-belt,\nwhile the grasp of Balfour was upon his own collar, they came headlong to\nthe ground.The garden is west of the hallway.The companions of Burley hastened to his assistance, but were\nrepelled by the dragoons, and the battle became again general.But\nnothing could withdraw the attention of the combatants from each other,\nor induce them to unclose the deadly clasp in which they rolled together\non the ground, tearing, struggling, and foaming, with the inveteracy of\nthorough-bred bull-dogs.Several horses", "question": "What is the bathroom west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "He then relinquished his grasp with a deep and suppressed\ngroan, and both combatants started to their feet.Bothwell's right hand\ndropped helpless by his side, but his left griped to the place where his\ndagger hung; it had escaped from the sheath in the struggle,--and, with a\nlook of mingled rage and despair, he stood totally defenceless, as\nBalfour, with a laugh of savage joy, flourished his sword aloft, and then\npassed it through his adversary's body.Bothwell received the thrust\nwithout falling--it had only grazed on his ribs.He attempted no farther\ndefence, but, looking at Burley with a grin of deadly hatred,\nexclaimed--\"Base peasant churl, thou hast spilt the blood of a line\nof kings!\"said Balfour, redoubling the thrust with better aim;\nand, setting his foot on Bothwell's body as he fell, he a third time\ntransfixed him with his sword.--\"Die, bloodthirsty dog!die as thou hast\nlived!--die, like the beasts that perish--hoping nothing--believing\nnothing--\"\n\n\"And fearing nothing!\"said Bothwell, collecting the last effort of\nrespiration to utter these desperate words, and expiring as soon as they\nwere spoken.To catch a stray horse by the bridle, throw himself upon it, and rush to\nthe assistance of his followers, was, with Burley, the affair of a\nmoment.The office is north of the garden.And as the fall of Bothwell had given to the insurgents all the\ncourage of which it had deprived his comrades, the issue of this partial\ncontest did not remain long undecided.Several soldiers were slain, the\nrest driven back over the morass and dispersed, and the victorious\nBurley, with his party, crossed it in their turn, to direct against\nClaverhouse the very manoeuvre which he had instructed Bothwell to\nexecute.He now put his troop in order, with the view of attacking the\nright wing of the royalists; and, sending news of his success to the main\nbody, exhorted them, in the name of Heaven, to cross the marsh, and work\nout the glorious work of the Lord by a general attack upon the enemy.Meanwhile, Claverhouse, who had in some degree remedied the confusion\noccasioned by the first irregular and unsuccessful attack, and reduced\nthe combat in front to a distant skirmish with firearms, chiefly\nmaintained by some dismounted troopers whom he had posted behind the\ncover of the shrub-by copses of alders, which in some places covered the\nedge of the morass, and whose close, cool, and well-aimed fire\ngreatly annoyed the enemy, and concealed their own deficiency of\nnumbers,--Claverhouse, while he maintained the contest in this manner,\nstill expecting that a diversion by Bothwell and his party might\nfacilitate a general attack, was accosted by one of the dragoons, whose\nbloody face and jaded horse bore witness he was come from hard service.said Claverhouse, for he knew every man\nin his regiment by name--\"The garden is north of the bathroom.", "question": "What is north of the bathroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"Bothwell is down,\" replied Halliday, \"and many a pretty fellow with\nhim.\"\"Then the king,\" said Claverhouse, with his usual composure, \"has lost a\nstout soldier.--The enemy have passed the marsh, I suppose?\"\"With a strong body of horse, commanded by the devil incarnate that\nkilled Bothwell,\" answered the terrified soldier.said Claverhouse, putting his finger on his lips, \"not a\nword to any one but me.--Lord Evandale, we must retreat.Draw together the men that are dispersed in the skirmishing\nwork.Let Allan form the regiment, and do you two retreat up the hill in\ntwo bodies, each halting alternately as the other falls back.I'll keep\nthe rogues in check with the rear-guard, making a stand and facing from\ntime to time.They will be over the ditch presently, for I see their\nwhole line in motion and preparing to cross; therefore lose no time.\"said Lord Evandale, astonished at the\ncoolness of his commander.\"Fairly disposed of,\" said Claverhouse, in his ear--\"the king has lost a\nservant, and the devil has got one.The garden is north of the office.\"You don't mean to tell me,\" ses Bill, in a sad voice--\"you don't mean to\ntell me that I did it?\"\"You know well enough,\" ses Ginger.Bill looked at 'em, and 'is face got as long as a yard measure.\"I'd 'oped I'd growed out of it, mates,\" he ses, at last, \"but drink\nalways takes me like that.\"You surprise me,\" ses Ginger, sarcastic-like.\"Don't talk like that,\nGinger,\" ses Bill, 'arf crying.\"It ain't my fault; it's my weakness.\"I don't know,\" ses Ginger, \"but you won't get the chance of doing it\nagin, I'll tell you that much.\"\"I daresay I shall be better to-night, Ginger,\" ses Bill, very humble;\n\"it don't always take me that way.The bathroom is north of the garden.\"Well, we don't want you with us any more,\" ses old Sam, 'olding his 'ead\nvery high.\"You'll 'ave to go and get your beer by yourself, Bill,\" ses Peter\nRusset, feeling 'is bruises with the tips of 'is fingers.\"But then I should be worse,\" ses Bill.\"I want cheerful company when\nI'm like that.I should very likely come 'ome and 'arf kill you all in\nyour beds.You don't 'arf know what I'm like.Last night was nothing,\nelse I should 'ave remembered it.\"'Ow do you think company's going to be\ncheerful when you're carrying on like that, Bill?Why don't you go away\nand leave us alone?\"\"Because I've got a 'art,\" ses Bill.\"I can't chuck up pals in that\nfree-and-easy way.Once I take a liking to anybody I'd do anything for\n'em, and I've never met three chaps I like better than wot I do", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The bathroom is west of the bedroom.Three nicer, straight-forrad, free-'anded mates I've never met afore.\"\"Why not take the pledge agin, Bill?\"\"No, mate,\" ses Bill, with a kind smile; \"it's just a weakness, and I\nmust try and grow out of it.I'll tie a bit o' string round my little\nfinger to-night as a re-minder.\"He got out of bed and began to wash 'is face, and Ginger Dick, who was\ndoing a bit o' thinking, gave a whisper to Sam and Peter Russet.\"All right, Bill, old man,\" he ses, getting out of bed and beginning to\nput his clothes on; \"but first of all we'll try and find out 'ow the\nlandlord is.\"ses Bill, puffing and blowing in the basin.\"Why, the one you bashed,\" ses Ginger, with a wink at the other two.\"He\n'adn't got 'is senses back when me and Sam came away.\"Bill gave a groan and sat on the bed while 'e dried himself, and Ginger\ntold 'im 'ow he 'ad bent a quart pot on the landlord's 'ead, and 'ow the\nlandlord 'ad been carried upstairs and the doctor sent for.He began to\ntremble all over, and when Ginger said he'd go out and see 'ow the land\nlay 'e could 'ardly thank 'im enough.He stayed in the bedroom all day, with the blinds down, and wouldn't eat\nanything, and when Ginger looked in about eight o'clock to find out\nwhether he 'ad gone, he found 'im sitting on the bed clean shaved, and\n'is face cut about all over where the razor 'ad slipped.Ginger was gone about two hours, and when 'e came back he looked so\nsolemn that old Sam asked 'im whether he 'ad seen a ghost.Ginger didn't\nanswer 'im; he set down on the side o' the bed and sat thinking.\"I s'pose--I s'pose it's nice and fresh in the streets this morning?\"ses Bill, at last, in a trembling voice.\"I didn't notice, mate,\" he ses.Then\n'e got up and patted Bill on the back, very gentle, and sat down again.[Illustration: \"Patted Bill on the back, very gentle.\"]asks Peter Russet, staring at 'im.\"It's that landlord,\" ses Ginger; \"there's straw down in the road\noutside, and they say that he's dying.Pore old Bill don't know 'is own\nstrength.The best thing you can do, old pal, is to go as far away as\nyou can, at once.\"\"I shouldn't wait a minnit if it was me,\" ses old Sam.The garden is west of the bathroom.Bill groaned and hid 'is face in his 'ands, and then Peter Russet went\nand spoilt things by saying that the safest place for a murderer to 'ide\nin was London.Bill gave a dreadful groan when 'e said murderer, but 'e\nup and agreed with Peter, and all Sam and Ginger Dick could do wouldn't", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "He said that he would shave off 'is beard and\nmoustache, and when night came 'e would creep out and take a lodging\nsomewhere right the other end of London.\"It'll soon be dark,\" ses Ginger, \"and your own brother wouldn't know you\nnow, Bill.\"Nobody must know that, mate,\" he ses.\"I must go\ninto hiding for as long as I can--as long as my money lasts; I've only\ngot six pounds left.\"\"That'll last a long time if you're careful,\" ses Ginger.\"I want a lot more,\" ses Bill.\"I want you to take this silver ring as a\nkeepsake, Ginger.If I 'ad another six pounds or so I should feel much\nsafer.'Ow much 'ave you got, Ginger?\"The bedroom is east of the kitchen.\"Not much,\" ses Ginger, shaking his 'ead.\"Lend it to me, mate,\" ses Bill, stretching out his 'and.Ah, I wish I was you; I'd be as 'appy as 'appy if I\nhadn't got a penny.\"\"I'm very sorry, Bill,\" ses Ginger, trying to smile, \"but I've already\npromised to lend it to a man wot we met this evening.The office is east of the bedroom.A promise is a\npromise, else I'd lend it to you with pleasure.\"\"Would you let me be 'ung for the sake of a few pounds, Ginger?\"ses\nBill, looking at 'im reproach-fully.\"I'm a desprit man, Ginger, and I\nmust 'ave that money.\"Afore pore Ginger could move he suddenly clapped 'is hand over 'is mouth\nand flung 'im on the bed.Ginger was like a child in 'is hands, although\nhe struggled like a madman, and in five minutes 'e was laying there with\na towel tied round his mouth and 'is arms and legs tied up with the cord\noff of Sam's chest.\"I'm very sorry, Ginger,\" ses Bill, as 'e took a little over eight pounds\nout of Ginger's pocket.\"I'll pay you back one o' these days, if I can.If you'd got a rope round your neck same as I 'ave you'd do the same as\nI've done.\"He lifted up the bedclothes and put Ginger inside and tucked 'im up.Ginger's face was red with passion and 'is eyes starting out of his 'ead.\"Eight and six is fifteen,\" ses Bill, and just then he 'eard somebody\ncoming up the stairs.Ginger 'eard it, too, and as Peter Russet came\ninto the room 'e tried all 'e could to attract 'is attention by rolling\n'is 'ead from side to side.\"Why, 'as Ginger gone to bed?\"\"He's all right,\" ses Bill; \"just a bit of a 'eadache.\"Peter stood staring at the bed, and then 'e pulled the clothes off and\nsaw pore Ginger all tied up, and making awful eyes at 'im to undo him.\"I 'ad to do it, Peter,\" ses Bill.\"I wanted some more", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "I 'aven't got as much as I want\nnow.You just came in in the nick of time.Another minute and you'd ha'\nmissed me.Belden's larder\nseemed teeming.After a decent length of time,\nemployed as I should judge in mastication, I heard her voice rise once\nmore in a plea for shelter.\"The barn, ma'am, or the wood-house.Any place where I can lie out of\nthe wind.\"And she commenced a long tale of want and disease, so piteous\nto hear that I was not at all surprised when Mrs.Belden told me,\nupon re-entering, that she had consented, notwithstanding her previous\ndetermination, to allow the woman to lie before the kitchen fire for the\nnight.\"She has such an honest eye,\" said she; \"and charity is my only luxury.\"The kitchen is east of the garden.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.The interruption of this incident effectually broke up our conversation.Belden went up-stairs, and for some time I was left alone to ponder\nover what I had heard, and determine upon my future course of action.I\nhad just reached the conclusion that she would be fully as liable to\nbe carried away by her feelings to the destruction of the papers in her\ncharge, as to be governed by the rules of equity I had laid down to her,\nwhen I heard her stealthily descend the stairs and go out by the front\ndoor.Distrustful of her intentions, I took up my hat and hastily\nfollowed her.She was on her way down the main street, and my first\nthought was, that she was bound for some neighbor's house or perhaps for\nthe hotel itself; but the settled swing into which she soon altered her\nrestless pace satisfied me that she had some distant goal in prospect;\nand before long I found myself passing the hotel with its appurtenances,\neven the little schoolhouse, that was the last building at this end of\nthe village, and stepping out into the country beyond.But still her fluttering figure hasted on, the outlines of her form,\nwith its close shawl and neat bonnet, growing fainter and fainter in the\nnow settled darkness of an April night; and still I followed, walking on\nthe turf at the side of the road lest she should hear my footsteps and\nlook round.Over this I could hear her\npass, and then every sound ceased.She had paused, and was evidently\nlistening.It would not do for me to pause too, so gathering myself into\nas awkward a shape as possible, I sauntered by her down the road, but\narrived at a certain point, stopped, and began retracing my steps with a\nsharp lookout for her advancing figure, till I had arrived once more at\nthe bridge.Convinced now that she had discovered my motive for being in her house\nand, by leading me from it, had undertaken to supply Hannah with an\nopportunity for escape, I was about to hasten back to the charge I had\nso incautiously left, when a strange sound heard at my left arrested me.It came from the banks of the puny stream which ran under the bridge,", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Leaping the fence, I made my way as best I could down the sloping field\nin the direction from which the sound came.It was quite dark, and my\nprogress was slow; so much so, that I began to fear I had ventured upon\na wild-goose chase, when an unexpected streak of lightning shot across\nthe sky, and by its glare I saw before me what seemed, in the momentary\nglimpse I had of it, an old barn.The bedroom is south of the hallway.From the rush of waters near at hand,\nI judged it to be somewhere on the edge of the stream, and consequently\nhesitated to advance, when I heard the sound of heavy breathing near me,\nfollowed by a stir as of some one feeling his way over a pile of loose\nboards; and presently, while I stood there, a faint blue light flashed\nup from the interior of the barn, and I saw, through the tumbled-down\ndoor that faced me, the form of Mrs.The hallway is south of the garden.Belden standing with a lighted\nmatch in her hand, gazing round on the four walls that encompassed her.Hardly daring to breathe, lest I should alarm her, I watched her while\nshe turned and peered at the roof above her, which was so old as to be\nmore than half open to the sky, at the flooring beneath, which was in\na state of equal dilapidation, and finally at a small tin box which she\ndrew from under her shawl and laid on the ground at her feet.The sight\nof that box at once satisfied me as to the nature of her errand.She was\ngoing to hide what she dared not destroy; and, relieved upon this point,\nI was about to take a step forward when the match went out in her hand.While she was engaged in lighting another, I considered that perhaps it\nwould be better for me not to arouse her apprehensions by accosting her\nat this time, and thus endanger the success of my main scheme; but\nto wait till she was gone, before I endeavored to secure the box.Accordingly I edged my way up to the side of the barn and waited till\nshe should leave it, knowing that if I attempted to peer in at the\ndoor, I ran great risk of being seen, owing to the frequent streaks of\nlightning which now flashed about us on every side.Minute after minute\nwent by, with its weird alternations of heavy darkness and sudden\nglare; and still she did not come.At last, just as I was about to start\nimpatiently from my hiding-place, she reappeared, and began to withdraw\nwith faltering steps toward the bridge.When I thought her quite out of\nhearing, I stole from my retreat and entered the barn.It was of course\nas dark as Erebus, but thanks to being a smoker I was as well provided\nwith matches as she had been, and having struck one, I held it up; but\nthe light it gave was very feeble, and as I did not know just where to\nlook, it went out before I had obtained more than a cursory glimpse of\nthe spot where I was.I thereupon lit another; but though I confined my", "question": "What is south of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "I now for the first time realized the difficulty before\nme.The office is north of the bathroom.She had probably made up her mind, before she left home, in just\nwhat portion of this old barn she would conceal her treasure; but I had\nnothing to guide me: I could only waste matches.A\ndozen had been lit and extinguished before I was so much as sure the box\nwas not under a pile of debris that lay in one corner, and I had taken\nthe last in my hand before I became aware that one of the broken boards\nof the floor was pushed a little out of its proper position.and that board was to be raised, the space beneath examined, and the\nbox, if there, lifted safely out.I concluded not to waste my resources,\nso kneeling down in the darkness, I groped for the board, tried it, and\nfound it to be loose.Wrenching at it with all my strength, I tore it\nfree and cast it aside; then lighting my match looked into the hole thus\nmade.Milton thus begins _his_ homage:--\n\n   Thrice hail, thou heaven-taught warbler, last and best\n   Of all the train!Poet, in whom conjoin'd\n   All that to ear, or heart, or head, could yield\n   Rapture; harmonious, manly, clear, sublime!Accept this gratulation: may it cheer\n   Thy sinking soul; or these corporeal ills\n   Ought daunt thee, nor appal.The hallway is north of the office.Know, in high heav'n\n   Fame blooms eternal on that spirit divine,\n   Who builds immortal verse.\"[81]\n\nSir E. Brydges, in his \"Letters on the Genius of Lord Byron,\" thus\ncharacterizes the grace and sweetness of his pathetic powers, in his\n_Eloisa_:--\"When either his passions or imaginations _were_ roused, they\nwere deep, strong, and splendid.Notwithstanding _Eloisa_ was an\nhistorical subject, his invention of circumstances of detail, his\nimagery, the changes and turns of passion, the brilliancy of hues thrown\nupon the whole, the eloquence, the tenderness, the fire, the inimitable\ngrace and felicity of language, were all the fruits of creative genius.This poem stands alone in its kind; never anticipated, and never likely\nto be approached hereafter.\"Young uttered this sublime apostrophe when the death of Pope was first\nannounced to him:--\n\n   _Thou, who couldst make immortals_, art thou dead?Of his _Essay on Man_, the Nouveau Dict.Portatif thus\nspeaks:--\"Une metaphysique lumineuse, ornee des charmes de la poesie,\nune morale touchante, dont les lecons penetrent le coeur et\nconvainquent l'esprit, des peintures vives, ou l'homme apprend a se\nconnoitre, pour apprendre a deviner meilleur; tels sont les principaux\ncaracteres qui distinguent le poeme Anglois.", "question": "What is the bathroom south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Son imagination est\negalement sage et feconde, elle prodigue les pensees neunes, et donne le\npiquant de la nouveante, aux pensees anciennes; il embelloit les\nmatieres les plus seches, par la coloris d'une elocution noble, facile,\nenergeque, variee avec un art infini.\"In the gardens of Stowe is the following inscription to\n\n                       ALEXANDER POPE,\n           Who, uniting the correctness of judgment\n                    To the fire of genius,\n           By the melody and power of his numbers,\n        Gave sweetness to sense, and grace to philosophy.He employed the pointed brilliancy of his wit\n                    To chastise the vices,\n                 And the eloquence of poetry\n             To exalt the virtues of human nature;\n           And, being without a rival in his own age,\n   Imitated and translated with a spirit equal to the originals,\n                   The best Poets of antiquity.WILLIAM KENT, whose portrait appears in Mr.The office is east of the bathroom.Dallaway's rich edition of\nthe Anecdotes of Painting.Kent, with Bridgman, Pope, and Addison, have\nbeen termed the fathers of landscape gardening.Walpole, after\nreviewing the old formal style of our gardens, in language which it is\npainful to me thus only to advert to, instead of copying at length, (for\nI am fully \"aware of the mischiefs which generally ensue in _meddling_\nwith the productions of genius\"); and after stating that when _nature_\nwas taken into the plan, every step pointed out new beauties, and\ninspired new ideas: \"at that moment appeared Kent, painter enough to\ntaste the charms of landscape, bold and opiniative enough to dare and to\ndictate, and born with a genius to strike out a great system from the\ntwilight of imperfect essays.The bathroom is east of the hallway.He leaped the fence, and saw that all\nnature was a garden.Thus the pencil of his imagination bestowed all the\narts of landscape on the scenes he handled.But of all the beauties he\nadded to the face of this beautiful country, none surpassed his\nmanagement of water.Thus, dealing in none but the colours of nature,\nand catching its most favourable features, men saw a new creation\nopening before their eyes.\"And again he calls him \"the inventor of an\nart that realizes painting, and improves nature: Mahomet imagined an\nelysium, but Kent created many.\"The", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Mason, in his English Garden, thus panegyrises his elysian scenes:--\n\n                       ---- Kent, who felt\n   The pencil's power; but fix'd by higher hopes\n   Of beauty than that pencil knew to paint,\n   Work'd with the living lives that _nature_ lent,\n   And realized his landscapes.Pope, as well as Kent, would, and Mr.Mason, must\neach of them have read with high approbation the following remark of the\nlate Sir Uvedale Price:--\"the noble and varied works of the eminent\npainters of every age and every country, and those of their supreme\nmistress, Nature, should be the great models of imitation.\"Whateley paints in glowing language, the genius of Kent, both at\nStowe, and at Claremont.George Mason thus honestly and finely\npleads for him:--\"According to my own ideas, all that has since been\ndone by the most deservedly admired designers, as Southcote, Hamilton,\nLyttleton, Pitt, Shenstone, Morris, for themselves, and by Wright for\nothers, all that has been written on the subject, even the gardening\ndidactic poem, and the didactic essay on the picturesque, have proceeded\nfrom Kent.Had Kent never exterminated the bounds of regularity, never\nactually traversed the way to freedom of manner, would any of these\ncelebrated artists have found it of themselves?Theoretic hints from the\nhighest authorities, had evidently long existed without sufficient\neffect.And had not these great masters actually executed what Kent's\nexample first inspired, them with, the design of executing, would the\nsubsequent writers on gardening have been enabled to collect materials\nfor precepts, or stores for their imaginations?Price acknowledges\nhimself an admirer of the water-scene at Blenheim.Would it ever have\nappeared in its present shape, if no Kent had previously abolished the\nstiffness of canals!If this original artist had barely rescued the\nliquid element from the constraint of right lines and angles, that\nservice alone would have given him an indubitable claim to the respect\nof posterity.\"The bathroom is west of the office.Coventry, in his admirable exposure of the\ngrotesque absurdities in gardening, (being No.15 of the World) thus\nspeaks of Kent:--\"The great Kent at length appeared in behalf of nature,\ndeclared war against the taste in fashion, and laid the axe to the root\nof artificial evergreens.The hallway is west of the bathroom.Gardens were no longer filled with yews in the\nshape of giants, Noah's ark cut in holly, St.George and the Dragon in\nbox, cypress lovers, laurustine bears, and all that race of root-born\nmonsters which flourished so long, and looked so tremendous round the\nedges of every grass-plat.As we journeyed onward, we saw much less vegetation and very little\ncultivation.An immense plain lay before and around us, in which,\nhowever, there was some undulating ground.Passed a good", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "One of the last gave us a good chase, but the greyhounds\ncaught him; in the first half mile, he certainly beat them by a good\nhalf of the instance, but having taken a turn which enabled the dogs to\nmake a short cut, and being blown, they pulled the swift delicate\ncreature savagely down.There were several good courses after hares,\nthough her pursuers gave puss no fair play, firing at her before the\ndogs and heading her in every possible way.Prince Pueckler\nMuskau was the fourth when he visited it in 1835.The town is clean, but\nmany houses are in ruins.The greater part of a regiment of the Nitham\nare quartered here.The famous mosque, of course, we were not allowed to\nenter, but many of its marble pillars and other ornaments, we heard from\nGiovanni, were the spoils of Christian churches and Pagan temples.The\nhouse of the Kaed was a good specimen of dwellings in this country.Going along a street, we were greatly surprised at seeing our\nattendants, among whom were Si Smyle (a very intelligent and learned\nman, and who taught Mr.R. Arabic during the tour) and the Bash-Boab,\njumping off their horses, and, running up to an old-looking Moor, and\nthen seizing his hand, kissed it; and for some time they would not leave\nthe ragged ruffian-like saint.The kitchen is east of the bathroom.At last, having joined us, they said he was Sidi Amour Abeda, a man of\nexceeding sanctity, and that if the Bey had met the saint, his Highness\nmust have done the same.The saint accompanied us to the Kaed's house;\nand, on entering, we saw the old Kaed himself, who was ill and weeping\non account of the arrival of his son, the commander of a portion of the\nguards of the camp.The office is west of the bathroom.We went up stairs, and sat down to some sweetmeats\nwhich had been prepared for us, together with Si Smyle and Hamda, but,\nas we were commencing, the saint, who was present, laid hold of the\nsweets with his hands, and blessed them, mumbling _bismillas_ [33] and\nother jargon.We afterwards saw a little house, in course of erection by\norder of the Bey, where the remains of Sidi Amour Abeda are to be\ndeposited at his death, so that the old gentleman can have the pleasure\nof visiting his future burial-place.In this city, a lineal descendant\nof the Prophet, and a lucky guesser in the way of divining, are the\nessential ingredients in the composition of a Moorish saint.Saints of\none order or another are as thick here as ordinary priests in Malta,\nwhom the late facetious Major Wright was accustomed to call\n_crows_--from their black dress--but better, cormorants, as agreeing\nwith their habits of fleecing the poor people.Sidi Amour Abeda's hands\nought to be lily-white, for every one who meets him kisses them with\ndev", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The renegade doctor of the Bey told us\nthat the old dervish now in question would like nothing better than to\nsee us English infidels burnt alive.Fanaticism seems to be the native\ngrowth of the human heart!We afterwards visited the Jabeah, or well, which they show as a\ncuriosity, as also the camel which turns round the buckets and brings up\nthe water, being all sanctified, like the wells of Mecca, and the\ndrinking of the waters forming an indispensable part of the pilgrimage\nto all holy Mohammedan cities.We returned to the Kaed's, and sat down to a capital dinner.The old\nGovernor was a great fanatic, and when R. ran up to shake hands with\nhim, the mamelukes stopped R. for fear he might be insulted.We visited\nthe fortress, which was in course of repair, our _cicerone_ being Sidi\nReschid, an artillery-officer.We then returned to the camp, and found\nSanta Maria, the French officer, had arrived, who, during the tour,\nemployed himself in taking sketches and making scientific observations.He was evidently a French spy on the resources of the Bey.It was given\nout, however, that he was employed to draw charts of Algiers, Tunis, and\nTripoli, by his Government.He endeavoured to make himself as unpopular\nas some persons try to make themselves agreeable, being very jealous of\nus, and every little thing that we had he used to cry for it and beg it\nlike a child, sometimes actually going to the Bey's tent in person, and\nasking his Highness for the things which he saw had been given to us.We went to see his Highness administer justice, which he always did,\nmorning and evening, whilst at Kairwan.There were many plaintiffs, but\nno defendants brought up; most of them were turned out in a very summary\nmanner.The office is south of the bathroom.To some, orders were given, which we supposed enabled them to\nobtain redress; others were referred to the kadys and chiefs.The bedroom is north of the bathroom.The Bey,\nbeing in want of camels, parties were sent out in search of them, who\ndrove in all the finest that they could find, which were then marked\n(\"taba,\") _a la Bey_, and immediately became the Bey's property.It was\na curious sight to see the poor animals thrown over, and the red-hot\niron put to their legs, amidst the cries and curses of their late\ndifferent owners--all which were not in the least attended to, the wants\nof the Bey, or Government, being superior on such occasions of\nnecessity, or what not, to all complaint, law, or justice.About two\nhundred changed hands in this way.The Bey of Tunis has an immense number of camels which he farms out.He\nhas overseers in certain districts, to whom he gives so many camels;\nthese let them out to other persons for mills and agricultural labours,\nat so much per head.The overseers annually render an account of them to\nGovernment, and, when called upon, supply the number required.At this\ntime,", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "If an Arab commits manslaughter, his tribe is mulcted\nthirty-three camels; and, as the crime is rather common in the Bedouin\ndistricts, the Bey's acquisition in this way is considerable.A few\nyears ago, a Sicilian nobleman exported from Tunis to Sicily some eighty\ncamels, the duty for which the Bey remitted.The camel, if ever so\nhealthy and thriving in the islands of the Mediterranean, could never\nsupersede the labour of mules.Wu, their friend and gossip of that morning,\nlong ago....\n\nThe squat man gave an angry shout, and turned on her to wrest away the\nhandle.With great violence, yet with a\nneat economy of motion, the Pretty Lily took one hand from her tiller,\nlong enough to topple him overboard with a sounding splash.Her passengers, at so prompt and visual a joke, burst into shrill,\ncackling laughter.The hallway is north of the garden.Yet more shrill, before their mood could alter, the\nPretty Lily scourged them with the tongue of a humorous woman.She held\nher course, moreover; the two boats drifted so quickly apart that when\nshe turned, to fling a comic farewell after the white men, they could no\nmore than descry her face, alert and comely, and the whiteness of her\nteeth.Her laughing cry still rang, the overthrown leader still\nfloundered in the water, when the picture blurred and vanished.Down the\nwind came her words, high, voluble, quelling all further mutiny aboard\nthat craft of hers.The tall padre eyed Rudolph with sudden interest,\nand laid his big hand on the young man's shoulder.\"No,\" answered Rudolph, and shook his head, sadly.The office is south of the garden.\"We owe that to--some\none else.\"Later, while they drifted down to meet the sea and the night, he told\nthe story, to which all listened with profound attention, wondering at\nthe turns of fortune, and at this last service, rendered by a friend\nthey should see no more.They murmured awhile, by twos and threes huddled in corners; then lay\nsilent, exhausted in body and spirit.The river melted with the shore\ninto a common blackness, faintly hovered over by the hot, brown, sullen\nevening.Unchallenged, the Hakka boat flitted past the lights of a\nwar-junk, so close that the curved lantern-ribs flickered thin and sharp\nagainst a smoky gleam, and tawny faces wavered, thick of lip and stolid\nof eye, round the supper fire.A greasy, bitter smell of cooking floated\nafter.Then no change or break in the darkness, except a dim lantern or\ntwo creeping low in a sampan, with a fragment of talk from unseen\npassers; until, as the stars multiplied overhead, the night of the land\nrolled heavily astern and away from another, wider night, the stink of\nthe marshes failed, and by a blind sense of greater buoyancy and\nsea-room, the voyagers knew that they had gained the roadstead.Ahead,\nfar off and lust", "question": "What is south of the garden?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The lowdah showed no light; and presently none was needed, for--as the\nshallows gave place to deeps--the ocean boiled with the hoary,\ngreen-gold magic of phosphorus, that heaved alongside in soft explosions\nof witch-fire, and sent uncertain smoky tremors playing through the\ndarkness on deck.Rudolph, watching this tropic miracle, could make out\nthe white figure of the captain, asleep near by, under the faint\nsemicircle of the deck-house; and across from him, Miss Drake, still\nsitting upright, as though waiting, with Flounce at her side.Landward,\nagainst the last sage-green vapor of daylight, ran the dim range of the\nhills, in long undulations broken by sharper crests, like the finny back\nof leviathan basking.Over there, thought Rudolph, beyond that black shape as beyond its\nguarding dragon, lay the whole mysterious and peaceful empire, with\nuncounted lives going on, ending, beginning, as though he, and his sore\nloss, and his heart vacant of all but grief, belonged to some\nunheard-of, alien process, to Nature's most unworthy trifling.This\nboatload of men and women--so huge a part of his own experience--was\nlike the tiniest barnacle chafed from the side of that dark,\nserene monster.The kitchen is east of the hallway.Rudolph stared long at the hills, and as they faded, hung his head.From that dragon he had learned much; yet now all learning was but loss.Of a sudden the girl spoke, in a clear yet guarded voice, too low to\nreach the sleepers.It will be good for\nboth of us.\"Rudolph crossed silently, and stood leaning on the gunwale beside her.\"I thought only,\" he answered, \"how much the hills looked so--as a\ndragon.\"The trembling phosphorus half-revealed her face, pale and\nstill.\"I was thinking of that, in a way.It reminded me of what he\nsaid, once--when we were walking together.\"To their great relief, they found themselves talking of Heywood, sadly,\nbut freely, and as it were in a sudden calm.Their friendship seemed,\nfor the moment, a thing as long established as the dragon hills.Years\nafterward, Rudolph recalled her words, plainer than the fiery wonder\nthat spread and burst round their little vessel, or the long play of\nheat-lightning which now, from time to time, wavered instantly along the\neastern sea-line.\"To go on with life, even when we\nare alone--You will go on, I know.The kitchen is west of the bathroom.And again she said: \"Yes,\nsuch men as he are--a sort of Happy Warrior.\"And later, in her slow and\nlevel voice: \"You learned something, you say.Isn't that--what I\ncall--being invulnerable?When a man's greater than anything that\nhappens to him--\"\n\nSo they talked, their speech bare and simple, but the pauses and longer\nsilences filled with deep understanding, solemnized by the time and the\nplace, as though their two", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The flashes, meanwhile, came faster and prolonged their glory, running\nbehind a thin, dead screen of scalloped clouds, piercing the tropic sky\nwith summer blue, and ripping out the lost horizon like a long black\nfibre from pulp.The two friends watched in silence, when Rudolph rose,\nand moved cautiously aft.So long as the boiling witch-fire\nturned their wake to golden vapor, he could not be sure; but whenever\nthe heat-lightning ran, and through the sere, phantasmal sail, the\nlookout in the bow flashed like a sharp silhouette through wire\ngauze,--then it seemed to Rudolph that another small black shape leapt\nout astern, and vanished.He stood by the lowdah, watching anxiously.Time and again the ocean flickered into view, like the floor of a\nmeasureless cavern; and still he could not tell.But at last the lowdah\nalso turned his head, and murmured.Their boat creaked monotonously,\ndrifting to leeward in a riot of golden mist; yet now another creaking\ndisturbed the night, in a different cadence.Another boat followed them,\nrowing fast and gaining.In a brighter flash, her black sail fluttered,\nunmistakable.The office is east of the hallway.Rudolph reached for his gun, but waited silently.She was sorry when a turn in the road brought them within sight of the\nold manor house.Shirley said, nodding to a figure\ncoming towards them across a field.The dogs were off to meet him\ndirectly, with shrill barks of pleasure.\"Thank you very much for\nthe lift; and I am so glad to have met you and your sister, Miss Shaw.You'll both come and see me soon, won't you?\"The kitchen is west of the hallway.\"We'd love to,\" Pauline answered heartily; \"'cross lots, it's not so\nvery far over here from the parsonage, and,\" she hesitated,\n\"you--you'll be seeing Hilary quite often, while she's at The Maples,\nperhaps?\"Father's on the lookout for a horse and rig for me, and\nthen she and I can have some drives together.She will know where to\nfind the prettiest roads.\"\"Oh, she would enjoy that,\" Pauline said eagerly, and as she drove on,\nshe turned more than once to glance back at the tall, slender figure\ncrossing the field.Shirley seemed to walk as if the mere act of\nwalking were in itself a pleasure.Pauline thought she had never\nbefore known anyone who appeared so alive from head to foot.she commanded; she was in a hurry to get home now,\nwith her burden of news.It seemed to her as if she had been away a\nlong while, so much had happened in the meantime.At the parsonage gate, Pauline found Patience waiting for her.\"You\nhave taken your time, Paul Shaw!\"the child said, climbing in beside\nher sister.\"I went for the mail\nmyself this afternoon, so I know!\"\"Oh, well, perhaps it will to-morrow,\" Pauline answered, with so little\nof real concern in her voice", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\"Suppose you\ntake Fanny on to the barn.\"You've got something--particular--to\ntell mother!O Paul, please wait 'til I come.Is it about--\"\n\n\"You're getting to look more like an interrogation point every day,\nImpatience!\"Pauline told her, getting down from the gig.\"If nobody ever asked questions, nobody'd ever know\nanything!\"The bedroom is west of the kitchen.Patience drew the reins up tightly and\nbouncing up and down on the carriage seat, called sharply--\"Hi yi!It was the one method that never failed to rouse Fanny's indignation,\nproducing, for the moment, the desired effect; still, as Pauline said,\nit was hardly a proceeding that Hilary or she could adopt, or, least of\nall, their father.As she trotted briskly off to the barn now, the very tilt of Fanny's\nears expressed injured dignity.Dignity was Fanny's strong point;\nthat, and the ability to cover less ground in an afternoon than any\nother horse in Winton.The small human being at the other end of those\ntaut reins might have known she would have needed no urging barnwards.\"Maybe you don't like it,\" Patience observed, \"but that makes no\ndifference--'s long's it's for your good.You're a very unchristiany\nhorse, Fanny Shaw.And I'll 'hi yi' you every time I get a chance; so\nnow go on.\"The garden is east of the kitchen.However Patience was indoors in time to hear all but the very beginning\nof Pauline's story of her afternoon's experience.\"I told you,\" she\nbroke in, \"that I saw a nice girl at church last Sunday--in Mrs.Dobson's pew; and Mrs.Dobson kept looking at her out of the corner of\nher eyes all the tune,'stead of paying attention to what father was\nsaying; and Miranda says, ten to one.Sally Dobson comes out in--\"\n\n\"That will do, Patience,\" her mother said, \"if you are going to\ninterrupt in this fashion, you must run away.\"Patience subsided reluctantly, her blue eyes most expressive.\"Isn't it nice for Hilary, mother?Now she'll be contented to stay a\nweek or two, don't you think?\"\"She was looking better already, mother; brighter, you know.\"\"Mummy, is asking a perfectly necessary question 'interrupting'?'\"\"Perhaps not, dear, if there is only one,\" smiled Mrs.\"Mayn't I, please, go with Paul and Hilary when they go to call on that\ngirl?\"Patience wriggled impatiently; grown people were certainly very trying\nat times.\"On Paul's and Hilary's new friend, mummy.\"\"Not the first time, Patience; possibly later--\"\n\nPatience shrugged.\"By and by,\" she observed, addressing the room at\nlarge, \"when Paul and Hilary are married, I'll be Miss Shaw!And\nthen--\" the thought appeared to give her considerable comfort.\"And maybe, Towser,\" she confided later", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "I'm not sure it isn't your duty to call on those\ndogs--you lived here first, and I can't see why it isn't mine--to call\non that girl.Father says, we should always hasten to welcome the\nstranger; and they sound dreadfully interesting.\"In spite of his years, he still\nfollowed blindly where Patience led, though the consequences were\nfrequently disastrous.It was the next afternoon that Pauline, reading in the garden, heard an\neager little voice calling excitedly, \"Paul, where are you!Haven't I run every inch of the way home!\"She waved the letter above\nher head--\"'Miss Pauline A.O Paul, aren't\nyou going to read it out here!\"For Pauline, catching the letter from her, had run into the house,\ncrying--\"Mother!CHAPTER III\n\nUNCLE PAUL'S ANSWER\n\n\"Mother!Shaw's\nanswering from her own room, she ran on up-stairs.\"So I thought--when I heard Patience calling just now.Pauline, dear,\ntry not to be too disappointed if--\"\n\n\"You open it, mother--please!The kitchen is north of the bathroom.Now it's really come, I'm--afraid to.\"\"No, dear, it is addressed to you,\" Mrs.And Pauline, a good deal sobered by the gravity with which her mother\nhad received the news, sat down on the wide window seat, near her\nmother's chair, tearing open the envelope.The bedroom is north of the kitchen.As she spread out the heavy\nbusinesslike sheet of paper within, a small folded enclosure fell from\nit into her lap.She had never\nreceived a check from anyone before.and she read\naloud, \"'Pay to the order of Miss Pauline A. Shaw, the sum of\ntwenty-five dollars.'\"Mark's\nitself, harmonious as its structure may at first sight appear, is an\nepitome of the changes of Venetian architecture from the tenth to the\nnineteenth century.Its crypt, and the line of low arches which support\nthe screen, are apparently the earliest portions; the lower stories of\nthe main fabric are of the eleventh and twelfth centuries, with later\nGothic interpolations; the pinnacles are of the earliest fully developed\nVenetian Gothic (fourteenth century); but one of them, that on the\nprojection at the eastern extremity of the Piazzetta de Leoni, is of far\nfiner, and probably earlier workmanship than all the rest.The southern\nrange of pinnacles is again inferior to the northern and western, and\nvisibly of later date.Then the screen, which most writers have\ndescribed as part of the original fabric, bears its date inscribed on\nits architrave, 1394, and with it are associated a multitude of small\nscreens, balustrades, decorations of the interior building, and probably\nthe rose window of the south transept.Then come the interpolated\ntraceries of the front and sides; then the crocketings of the upper\narches, extravagances of the incipient Renaissance: and, finally, the\nfig", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Most of the palaces in\nVenice have sustained interpolations hardly less numerous; and those of\nthe Ducal Palace are so intricate, that a year's labor would probably be\ninsufficient altogether to disentangle and define them.I therefore gave\nup all thoughts of obtaining a perfectly clear chronological view of the\nearly architecture; but the dates necessary to the main purposes of the\nbook the reader will find well established; and of the evidence brought\nforward for those of less importance, he is himself to judge.Doubtful\nestimates are never made grounds of argument; and the accuracy of the\naccount of the buildings themselves, for which alone I pledge myself,\nis of course entirely independent of them.In like manner, as the statements briefly made in the chapters on\nconstruction involve questions so difficult and so general, that I\ncannot hope that every expression referring to them will be found free\nfrom error: and as the conclusions to which I have endeavored to lead\nthe reader are thrown into a form the validity of which depends on that\nof each successive step, it might be argued, if fallacy or weakness\ncould be detected in one of them, that all the subsequent reasonings\nwere valueless.The garden is west of the office.The reader may be assured, however, that it is not so;\nthe method of proof used in the following essay being only one out of\nmany which were in my choice, adopted because it seemed to me the\nshortest and simplest, not as being the strongest.In many cases, the\nconclusions are those which men of quick feeling would arrive at\ninstinctively; and I then sought to discover the reasons of what so\nstrongly recommended itself as truth.The hallway is east of the office.Though these reasons could every\none of them, from the beginning to the end of the book, be proved\ninsufficient, the truth of its conclusions would remain the same.I\nshould only regret that I had dishonored them by an ill-grounded\ndefence; and endeavor to repair my error by a better one.I have not, however, written carelessly; nor should I in any wise have\nexpressed doubt of the security of the following argument, but that it\nis physically impossible for me, being engaged quite as much with\nmountains, and clouds, and trees, and criticism of painting, as with\narchitecture, to verify, as I should desire, the expression of every\nsentence bearing upon empirical and technical matters.Life is not long\nenough; nor does a day pass by without causing me to feel more bitterly\nthe impossibility of carrying out to the extent which I should desire,\nthe separate studies which general criticism continually forces me to\nundertake.I can only assure the reader, that he will find the certainty\nof every statement I permit myself to make, increase with its\nimportance; and that, for the security of the final conclusions of the\nfollowing essay, as well as for the resolute veracity of its account of\nwhatever facts have come under my own immediate cognizance, I will\npledge myself to the uttermost.It was necessary, to the accomplishment of the purpose of the work (of\nwhich account is given in the First Chapter), that I should establish\nsome canons of judgment, which the general reader should thoroughly", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "It has taken me more time and\ntrouble to do this than I expected; but, if I have succeeded, the thing\ndone will be of use for many other purposes than that to which it is now\nput.The establishment of these canons, which I have called \"the\nFoundations,\" and some account of the connection of Venetian\narchitecture with that of the rest of Europe, have filled the present\nvolume.The second will, I hope, contain all I have to say about Venice\nitself.It was of course inexpedient to reduce drawings of crowded details to\nthe size of an octavo volume,--I do not say impossible, but inexpedient;\nrequiring infinite pains on the part of the engraver, with no result\nexcept farther pains to the beholder.And as, on the other hand, folio\nbooks are not easy reading, I determined to separate the text and the\nunreducible plates.I have given, with the principal text, all the\nillustrations absolutely necessary to the understanding of it, and, in\nthe detached work, such additional text as has special reference to the\nlarger illustrations.A considerable number of these larger plates were at first intended to\nbe executed in tinted lithography; but, finding the result\nunsatisfactory, I have determined to prepare the principal subjects for\nmezzotinting,--a change of method requiring two new drawings to be made\nof every subject; one a carefully penned outline for the etcher, and\nthen a finished drawing upon the etching.This work does not proceed\nfast, while I am also occupied with the completion of the text; but the\nnumbers of it will appear as fast as I can prepare them.At the close of life she longed to\nvisit Europe, but death intervened, and her days were spent in her\nnative country.The bathroom is north of the bedroom.She passed two summers in the mountains of Virginia.In\n1878, with her little son Percival, she accompanied her husband to\nColorado, to observe the total eclipse of the sun.Three years before\nthey had taken the whole family to visit her sister Charlotte\u2019s people\nin Wisconsin.It was through her family loyalty that she acquired the Adirondack\nhabit.In the summer of 1882, after the severe sickness of the preceding\nwinter, she was staying with a cousin\u2019s son, a country doctor, in\nWashington County, N.Y.He proposed an outing in the invigorating air of\nthe Adirondacks.And so, with her three youngest sons and the doctor\u2019s\nfamily, she drove to Indian Lake, and camped there about a week.Her\nimprovement was so marked that the next summer, accompanied by three\nsons and her sister Ruth, she drove into the wilderness from the West,\ncamping a few days in a log cabin by the side of Piseco Lake.In 1885,\nsetting out from Rodman again, she drove four hundred miles, passing\nnorth of the mountains to Paul Smith\u2019s, and thence to Saranac Lake\nvillage, John Brown\u2019s farm, Keene Valley, and Lake George, and returning\nThe bedroom is north of the office.", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "In 1888 she camped with the three youngest\nsons on Lower Saranac, and in 1890 she spent July and August at the\nsummer school of Thomas Davidson, on the side of Mt.One day\nI escorted her and her friend Miss Sarah Waitt to the top of the\nmountain, four or five miles distant, and we spent the night on the\nsummit before a blazing camp-fire.Two years later she was planning\nanother Adirondack trip when death overtook her\u2014at the house of her\nfriend Mrs.Berrien, at North Andover, Mass., July 3, 1892.Her poem \u201cHeracles,\u201d written towards the close of her career, fittingly\ndescribes her own herculean labors:\n\n                               HERACLES.I.\n\n           Genius of labor, mighty Heracles!Though bound by fate to do another\u2019s will,\n           Not basely, as a slave, dost thou fulfil\n           The appointed task.The eye of God to please\n           Thou seekest, and man to bless, and not thy ease.So to thy wearying toil thou addest still\n           New labors, to redeem some soul from ill,\n           Performing all thy generous mind conceives.From the sea-monster\u2019s jaws thy arm did free,\n           And from her chains, the fair Hesione.And when Alcestis, who her lord to save,\n           Her life instead a sacrifice she gave,\n           Then wast thou near with heart that never quailed,\n           And o\u2019er Death\u2019s fearful form thy might prevailed.Because thou chosest virtue, when for thee\n            Vice her alluring charms around thee spread,\n            The gods, approving, smiled from overhead,\n            And gave to thee thy shining panoply.The kitchen is north of the bathroom.Nature obedient to thy will was led,\n            Out rushed the rivers from their ancient bed\n            And washed the filth of earth into the sea.The hallway is north of the kitchen.When \u2019gainst thy foes thy arrows all were spent,\n            Zeus stones instead, in whirling snow-cloud sent.When with sore heat oppressed, O wearied one!Thou thought\u2019st to aim thy arrows at the sun,\n            Then Helios sent his golden boat to thee", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "------------------------------------------------------------------------\n\n\n\n\n                              CHAPTER XVI.\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\u2013\n                          A BUNDLE OF LETTERS.The letters of Angeline Hall are genuine letters\u2014not meant for\npublication, but for the eyes of the persons addressed.The style, even\nthe spelling and punctuation, are faulty; and the subject-matter in most\ncases can have no general interest.However, I have selected a few of\nher letters, which I trust will be readable, and which may help to give\na truer conception of the astronomer\u2019s wife:\n\n                                                   RODMAN, July 26, \u201966.DEAREST ASAPH: I am at Mother\u2019s this morning.Staid over to help see\n    to Ruth, and now cannot get back over to Elminas, all so busy at\n    their work, have no time to carry me, then Franklin is sick half the\n    time.I shall probably get over there in a day or two.I have had no\n    letters from you since a week ago last night, have had no\n    opportunity to send to the Office.Franklin has finished his haying but\n    has a little hoing to do yet\u2014Constant is trying to get his work\n    along so that he will be ready to take you around when you come.He\n    wishes you to write when you will come so that he can arrange his\n    work accordingly.I hope you will come by the middle of August.He thinks you\n    have forsaken him.When I ask him now where is papa, he says \u201cno\n    papa.\u201d I have weaned him.The hallway is east of the garden.He stayed with Aunt Mary three nights\n    while I was taking care of Ruth.He eats his bread and milk very\n    well now.Little \u201cA\u201d has been a very good boy indeed, a real little\n    man.I bought him and Homer some nice bows and arrows of an Indian\n    who brought them into the cars to sell just this side of Rome, so\n    that he shoots at a mark with Grandfather Woodward.I suppose Adelaide starts for Goshen next week.I have received two\n    letters from her.Now do come up here as soon as you can.I do not enjoy my visit half\n    so well without you.I am going out with Mary after raspberries this\n    morning\u2014Little Samie is very fond of them.The kitchen is east of the hallway.Affectionately\n\n                ANGELINE HALL.28 (1868)", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "I have washed and dressed him for\n    four days myself.I have been down to the gate to-day.The bedroom is south of the office.And have\n    sewed most all day, so you see I am pretty well.To day is Samie\u2019s birthday, four years old\u2014he is quite well and\n    happy\u2014The baby he says is his.I should like very much to take a peep at you in\n    your new home.We like our old place better and\n    better all the time.You must write to me as soon as you can.Do you\n    get your mail at Adams Centre?Have you any apples in that vicinity\n    this year?There is more good\n    surgery being done to-day than ever before, and there are more good\n    surgeons being educated to do the work.If, however, the surgeon of\n    the future is to hold the high and honorable position our leaders have\n    held in the past, there must be some standard of qualification\n    established that shall protect the people against incompetency and\n    dishonesty in surgeons.\"That there is much that passes under the name of surgery being done\n    by ill-trained, incompetent men, will not be denied.What standard,\n    then, should be established, and what requirement should be made\n    before one should be permitted to do surgery?In his address as\n    chairman of the Section on Surgery and Anatomy of the American Medical\n    Association, at the Portland (1905) meeting, Dr.Maurice H. Richardson\n    deals with this subject in such a forceful, clear-cut way, that I take\n    the liberty to quote him at some length:\n\n        \"'The burden of the following remarks is that those only should\n        practice surgery who by education in the laboratory, in the\n        dissecting-room, by the bedside, and at the operating-table, are\n        qualified, first, to make reasonably correct deductions from\n        subjective and objective signs; secondly, to give sound advice for\n        or against operations; thirdly, to perform operations skillfully\n        and quickly, and, fourthly, to conduct wisely the after-treatment.\"'The task before me is a serious criticism of what is going on in\n        every community.I do not single out any community or any man.There is in my mind no doubt whatever that surgery is being\n        practiced by those who are incompetent to practice it--by those\n        whose education is imperfect, who lack natural aptitude, whose\n        environment is such that they never can gain that personal\n        experience which alone will really fit them for what surgery means\n        to-day.The garden is north of the office.They are unable to make correct deductions", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"'All surgeons are liable to error, not only in diagnosis, but in\n        the performance of operations based on diagnosis.Such errors must\n        always be expected and included in the contingencies of the\n        practice of medicine and surgery.Doubtless many of my hearers can\n        recall cases of their own in which useless--or worse than\n        useless--operations have been performed.If, however, serious\n        operations are in the hands of men of large experience, such\n        errors will be reduced to a minimum.\"'Many physicians send patients for diagnosis and opinion as to\n        the advisability of operation without telling the consultant that\n        they themselves are to perform the operation.The diagnosis is\n        made and the operation perhaps recommended, when it appears that\n        the operation is to be in incompetent hands.His advice should be\n        conditional that it be carried out only by the competent.Many\n        operations, like the removal of the vermiform appendix in the\n        period of health, the removal of fibroids which are not seriously\n        offending, the removal of gall-stones that are not causing\n        symptoms, are operations of choice rather than of necessity; they\n        are operations which should never be advised unless they are to be\n        performed by men of the greatest skill.The office is west of the kitchen.Furthermore, many\n        emergency operations, such as the removal of an inflamed appendix\n        and other operations for lesions which are not necessarily\n        fatal--should be forbidden and the patient left to the chances of\n        spontaneous recovery, if the operation proposed is to be performed\n        by an incompetent.\"'And is not the surgeon, appreciating his own unfitness in spite\n        of years of devotion, in the position to condemn those who lightly\n        take up such burdens without preparation and too often without\n        conscience?\"'In view of these facts, who should perform surgery?How shall\n        the surgeon be best fitted for these grave duties?As a matter of\n        right and wrong, who shall, in the opinion of the medical\n        profession, advise and perform these responsible acts and who\n        shall not?The office is east of the garden.Surgical operations should be performed only by those\n        who are educated for that special purpose.\"'I have no hesitation in saying that the proper fitting of a man\n        for surgical practice requires a much longer experience as a", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "A man\n        should serve four, five or six years as assistant to an active\n        surgeon.During this period of preparation, as it were, as much\n        time as possible should be given to observing the work of the\n        masters of surgery throughout the world.'Richardson's ideal may seem almost utopian, there being so\n    wide a difference between the standard he would erect and the one\n    generally established, we must all agree that however impossible of\n    attainment under present conditions, such an ideal is none too high\n    and its future realization not too much to hope for.\"While there is being done enough poor surgery that is honest and well\n    intended, there is much being done that is useless, conscienceless,\n    and done for purely commercial ends.This is truly a disagreeable and\n    painful topic and one that I would gladly pass by, did I not feel that\n    its importance demands some word of condemnation coming through such\n    representative surgical organizations as this.\"The spirit of graft that has pervaded our ranks, especially here in\n    the West, is doing much to lower the standard and undermine the morals\n    and ethics of the profession.When fee-splitting and the paying of\n    commissions for surgical work began to be heard of something like a\n    decade ago, it seemed so palpably dishonest and wrong that it was\n    believed that it would soon die out, or be at least confined to the\n    few in whom the inherited commercial instinct was so strong that they\n    could not get away from it.But it did not die; on the other hand, it\n    has grown and flourished.\"In looking for an explanation for the existence of this evil, I think\n    several factors must be taken into account, among them being certain\n    changes in our social and economic conditions.This is an age of\n    commercialism.The bathroom is east of the garden.We are known to the world as a nation of \"dollar\n    chasers,\" where nearly everything that should contribute to right\n    living is sacrificed to the Moloch of money.Still, the clever ones, like the silly ones, run even from a distance,\nfrom their leafy ambush.Before recognizing their mistake, they have to hold the object between\ntheir legs and even to nibble at it a little.At a hand's-breadth's distance, the lifeless prey,\nunable to shake the web, remains unperceived.The bathroom is west of the bedroom.Besides, in many cases,\nthe hunting takes place in the dense darkness of the night, when sight,\neven if it were good, would not avail.If the eyes are insufficient guides, even close at hand, how will it be\nwhen the prey has to be spied from afar?In that case, an intelligence\napparatus for long-distance work becomes indispensable.We have no\ndifficulty in detecting the apparatus.Let us look attentively behind the web of any Epeira with a daytime\nhiding-", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Except at the\ncentral point, there is no connection between this thread and the rest\nof the work, no interweaving with the scaffolding-threads.Free of\nimpediment, the line runs straight from the centre of the net to the\nambush-tent.The Angular Epeira,\nsettled high up in the trees, has shown me some as long as eight or\nnine feet.There is no doubt that this slanting line is a foot-bridge which allows\nthe Spider to repair hurriedly to the web, when summoned by urgent\nbusiness, and then, when her round is finished, to return to her hut.In fact, it is the road which I see her follow, in going and coming.No; for, if the Epeira had no aim in view but a means\nof rapid transit between her tent and the net, the foot-bridge would be\nfastened to the upper edge of the web.The garden is east of the bedroom.The journey would be shorter and\nthe <DW72> less steep.Why, moreover, does this line always start in the centre of the sticky\nnetwork and nowhere else?Because that is the point where the spokes\nmeet and, therefore, the common centre of vibration.Anything that\nmoves upon the web sets it shaking.All then that is needed is a thread\nissuing from this central point to convey to a distance the news of a\nprey struggling in some part or other of the net.The slanting cord,\nextending outside the plane of the web, is more than a foot-bridge: it\nis, above all, a signalling-apparatus, a telegraph-wire.Caught in the\nsticky toils, he plunges about.Forthwith, the Spider issues\nimpetuously from her hut, comes down the foot-bridge, makes a rush for\nthe Locust, wraps him up and operates on him according to rule.Soon\nafter, she hoists him, fastened by a line to her spinneret, and drags\nhim to her hiding-place, where a long banquet will be held.So far,\nnothing new: things happen as usual.I leave the Spider to mind her own affairs for some days before I\ninterfere with her.I again propose to give her a Locust; but this time\nI first cut the signalling-thread with a touch of the scissors, without\nshaking any part of the edifice.Complete success: the entangled insect struggles, sets the net\nquivering; the Spider, on her side, does not stir, as though heedless\nof events.The bedroom is east of the hallway.The idea might occur to one that, in this business, the Epeira stays\nmotionless in her cabin since she is prevented from hurrying down,\nbecause the foot-bridge is broken.Let us undeceive ourselves: for one\nroad open to her there are a hundred, all ready to bring her to the\nplace where her presence is now required.The network is fastened to\nthe branches by a host of lines, all of them very easy to cross.Well,\nthe Epeira embarks upon none of them, but remains moveless and\nself-absorbed.Because her telegraph, being out of order,", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The captured prey is too far off for her to see\nit; she is all unwitting.A good hour passes, with the Locust still\nkicking, the Spider impassive, myself watching.Nevertheless, in the\nend, the Epeira wakes up: no longer feeling the signalling-thread,\nbroken by my scissors, as taut as usual under her legs, she comes to\nlook into the state of things.The web is reached, without the least\ndifficulty, by one of the lines of the framework, the first that\noffers.The Locust is then perceived and forthwith enswathed, after\nwhich the signalling-thread is remade, taking the place of the one\nwhich I have broken.The office is north of the bedroom.Along this road the Spider goes home, dragging her\nprey behind her.My neighbour, the mighty Angular Epeira, with her telegraph-wire nine\nfeet long, has even better things in store for me.The bedroom is north of the hallway.One morning I find\nher web, which is now deserted, almost intact, a proof that the night's\nhunting has not been good.With a piece of\ngame for a bait, I hope to bring her down from her lofty retreat.I entangle in the web a rare morsel, a Dragon-fly, who struggles\ndesperately and sets the whole net a-shaking.The other, up above,\nleaves her lurking-place amid the cypress-foliage, strides swiftly down\nalong her telegraph-wire, comes to the Dragon-fly, trusses her and at\nonce climbs home again by the same road, with her prize dangling at her\nheels by a thread.The final sacrifice will take place in the quiet of\nthe leafy sanctuary.A few days later I renew my experiment under the same conditions, but,\nthis time, I first cut the signalling-thread.In vain I select a large\nDragon-fly, a very restless prisoner; in vain I exert my patience: the\nSpider does not come down all day.Her telegraph being broken, she\nreceives no notice of what is happening nine feet below.The entangled\nmorsel remains where it lies, not despised, but unknown.At nightfall\nthe Epeira leaves her cabin, passes over the ruins of her web, finds\nthe Dragon-fly and eats him on the spot, after which the net is\nrenewed.The Epeirae, who occupy a distant retreat by day, cannot do without a\nprivate wire that keeps them in permanent communication with the\ndeserted web.All of them have one, in point of fact, but only when age\ncomes, age prone to rest and to long slumbers.In their youth, the\nEpeirae, who are then very wide awake, know nothing of the art of\ntelegraphy.Besides, their web, a short-lived work whereof hardly a\ntrace remains on the morrow, does not allow of this kind of industry.It is no use going to the expense of a signalling-apparatus for a\nruined snare wherein nothing can now be caught.Look at the pale, pink peach trees in our garden,\n     Sweet fruit will come of them;--", "question": "What is north of the bedroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The fair, far snow, upon those jagged mountains\n     That gnaw against the hard blue Afghan sky\n   Will soon descend, set free by summer sunshine.You will not see those torrents sweeping by.From this day forward,\n     You must lie still alone; who would not lie\n   Alone for one night only, though returning\n     I was, when earliest dawn should break the sky.There lies my lute, and many strings are broken,\n     Some one was playing it, and some one tore\n   The silken tassels round my Hookah woven;\n     Some one who plays, and smokes, and loves, no more!Some one who took last night his fill of pleasure,\n     As I took mine at dawn!The knife went home\n   Straight through his heart!God only knows my rapture\n     Bathing my chill hands in the warm red foam.This is only loving,\n     Wait till I kill you!Surely the fault was mine, to love and leave you\n     Even a single night, you are so fair.Cold steel is very cooling to the fervour\n     Of over passionate ones, Beloved, like you.Not quite unlovely\n     They are as yet, as yet, though quite untrue.The bedroom is north of the garden.What will your brother say, to-night returning\n     With laden camels homewards to the hills,\n   Finding you dead, and me asleep beside you,\n     Will he awake me first before he kills?Here on the cot beside you\n     When you, my Heart's Delight, are cold in death.When your young heart and restless lips are silent,\n     Grown chilly, even beneath my burning breath.When I have slowly drawn my knife across you,\n     Taking my pleasure as I see you swoon,\n   I shall sleep sound, worn out by love's last fervour,\n     And then, God grant your kinsmen kill me soon!Yasmini\n\n   At night, when Passion's ebbing tide\n     Left bare the Sands of Truth,\n   Yasmini, resting by my side,\n     Spoke softly of her youth.\"And one\" she said \"was tall and slim,\n     Two crimson rose leaves made his mouth,\n   And I was fain to follow him\n     Down to his village in the South.\"He was to build a hut hard by\n     The stream where palms were growing,\n   We were to live, and love, and lie,\n     And watch the water flowing.The garden is north of the hallway.\"Ah, dear, delusive, distant shore,\n     By dreams of futile fancy gilt!The riverside we never saw,\n     The palm leaf hut was never built!\"One had a Tope of Mangoe trees,\n     Where early morning, noon and late,\n   The", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"And he was fain to rise and reach\n     That garden sloping to the sea,\n   Whose groves along the wave-swept beach\n     Should shelter him and love and me.\"Doubtless, upon that western shore\n     With ripe fruit falling to the ground,\n   There dwells the Peace he hungered for,\n     The lovely Peace we never found.\"Then there came one with eager eyes\n     And keen sword, ready for the fray.He missed the storms of Northern skies,\n     The reckless raid and skirmish gay!\"He rose from dreams of war's alarms,\n     To make his daggers keen and bright,\n   Desiring, in my very arms,\n     The fiercer rapture of the fight!\"He left me soon; too soon, and sought\n     The stronger, earlier love again.News reached me from the Cabul Court,\n     Afterwards nothing; doubtless slain.The garden is north of the hallway.\"Doubtless his brilliant, haggard eyes,\n     Long since took leave of life and light,\n   And those lithe limbs I used to prize\n     Feasted the jackal and the kite.his sixteen years\n     Shone in his cheeks' transparent red.The kitchen is south of the hallway.My kisses were his first: my tears\n     Fell on his face when he was dead.\"He died, he died, I speak the truth,\n     Though light love leave his memory dim,\n   He was the Lover of my Youth\n     And all my youth went down with him.\"For passion ebbs and passion flows,\n     But under every new caress\n   The riven heart more keenly knows\n     Its own inviolate faithfulness.\"Our Gods are kind and still deem fit\n     As in old days, with those to lie,\n   Whose silent hearths are yet unlit\n     By the soft light of infancy.\"Therefore, one strange, mysterious night\n     Alone within the Temple shade,\n   Recipient of a God's delight\n     I lay enraptured, unafraid.\"Also to me the boon was given,\n     But mourning quickly followed mirth,\n   My son, whose father stooped from Heaven,\n     Died in the moment of his birth.\"When from the war beyond the seas\n     The reckless Lancers home returned,\n   Their spoils were laid across my knees\n     About my lips their kisses burned.\"Back from the Comradeship of Death,\n     Free from the Friendship of the Sword,\n   With brilliant eyes and famished breath\n     They came to me for their reward.\"Why do I tell you all these things,\n     Baring my life to you, unsought?When Passion folds his wearied wings", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The bathroom is north of the garden.The window pane\n     Grows pale against the purple sky.The dawn is with us once again,\n     The dawn; which always means good-bye.\"The hallway is north of the bathroom.Within her little trellised room, beside the palm-fringed sea,\n   She wakeful in the scented gloom, spoke of her youth to me.Ojira, to Her Lover\n\n   I am waiting in the desert, looking out towards the sunset,\n   And counting every moment till we meet.I am waiting by the marshes and I tremble and I listen\n   Till the soft sands thrill beneath your coming feet.Till I see you, tall and slender, standing clear against the skyline\n   A graceful shade across the lingering red,\n   While your hair the breezes ruffle, turns to silver in the twilight,\n   And makes a fair faint aureole round your head.Far away towards the sunset I can see a narrow river,\n   That unwinds itself in red tranquillity;\n   I can hear its rippled meeting, and the gurgle of its greeting,\n   As it mingles with the loved and long sought sea.In the purple sky above me showing dark against the starlight,\n   Long wavering flights of homeward birds fly low,\n   They cry each one to the other, and their weird and wistful calling,\n   Makes most melancholy music as they go.Oh, my dearest hasten, hasten!Already\n   Have I heard the jackals' first assembling cry,\n   And among the purple shadows of the mangroves and the marshes\n   Fitful echoes of their footfalls passing by.my arms are empty, and so weary for your beauty,\n   I am thirsty for the music of your voice.That came to\npass to the monarchy, which happens to an individual who has been well\nbrought up.The continued efforts of the Church, directed by the\nSovereign Pontiff, did what had never been seen before, and what will\nnever be seen again where that authority is not recognised.Insensibly,\nwithout threats or laws or battles, without violence and without\nresistance, the great European charter was proclaimed, not on paper nor\nby the voice of public criers; but in all European hearts, then all\nCatholic Kings surrender the power of judging by themselves, and nations\nin return declare kings infallible and inviolable.Such is the\nfundamental law of the European monarchy, and it is the work of the\nPopes.'[11]\n\nAll this, however, is only the external development of De Maistre's\ncentral idea, the historical corroboration of a truth to which he\nconducts us in the first instance by general considerations.Assuming,\nwhat it is less and less characteristic of the present century at any\nrate to deny, that Christianity was the only actual force by which the\nregeneration of Europe could be effected after the decline of the Roman\ncivilisation, he insists that, as he again and again expresses it,\n'without the Pope there is no veritable Christianity.'What he meant by", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The hallway is west of the bathroom.In saying that without the Pope there is no true\nChristianity, what he considered himself as having established was, that\nunless there be some supreme and independent possessor of authority to\nsettle doctrine, to regulate discipline, to give authentic counsel, to\napply accepted principles to disputed cases, then there can be no such\nthing as a religious system which shall have power to bind the members\nof a vast and not homogeneous body in the salutary bonds of a common\ncivilisation, nor to guide and inform an universal conscience.The garden is west of the hallway.In each\nindividual state everybody admits the absolute necessity of having some\nsovereign power which shall make, declare, and administer the laws, and\nfrom whose action in any one of these aspects there shall be no appeal;\na power that shall be strong enough to protect the rights and enforce\nthe duties which it has authoritatively proclaimed and enjoined.In free\nEngland, as in despotic Turkey, the privileges and obligations which the\nlaw tolerates or imposes, and all the benefits which their existence\nconfers on the community, are the creatures and conditions of a supreme\nauthority from which there is no appeal, whether the instrument by which\nthis authority makes its will known be an act of parliament or a ukase.This conception of temporal sovereignty, especially familiarised to our\ngeneration by the teaching of Austin, was carried by De Maistre into\ndiscussions upon the limits of the Papal power with great ingenuity and\nforce, and, if we accept the premisses, with great success.It should be said here, that throughout his book on the Pope, De Maistre\ntalks of Christianity exclusively as a statesman or a publicist would\ntalk about it; not theologically nor spiritually, but politically and\nsocially.The question with which he concerns himself is the utilisation\nof Christianity as a force to shape and organise a system of civilised\nsocieties; a study of the conditions under which this utilisation had\ntaken place in the earlier centuries of the era; and a deduction from\nthem of the conditions under which we might ensure a repetition of the\nprocess in changed modern circumstance.In the eighteenth century men\nwere accustomed to ask of Christianity, as Protestants always ask of so\nmuch of Catholicism as they have dropped, whether or no it is true.But\nafter the Revolution the question changed, and became an inquiry whether\nand how Christianity could contribute to the reconstruction of society.People asked less how true it was, than how strong it was; less how many\nunquestioned dogmas, than how much social weight it had or could\ndevelop; less as to the precise amount and form of belief that would\nsave a soul, than as to the way in which it might be expected to assist\nthe European community.It was the strength of this temper in him which led to his extraordinary\ndetestation and contempt for the Greeks.Their turn for pure speculation\nexcited all his anger.In a curious chapter, he exhausts invective in\ndenouncing them.[12] The sarcasm of Sallust delights him, that the\nactions of Greece were very fine, _verum aliquanto minores quam fama\nferuntur_.Their military glory was only a flash", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "In philosophy they displayed decent\ntalent, but even here their true merit is to have brought the wisdom of\nAsia into Europe, for they invented nothing.Greece was the home of\nsyllogism and of unreason.'Read Plato: at every page you will draw a\nstriking distinction.As often as he is Greek, he wearies you.He is\nonly great, sublime, penetrating, when he is a theologian; in other\nwords, when he is announcing positive and everlasting dogmas, free from\nall quibble, and which are so clearly marked with the eastern cast, that\nnot to perceive it one must never have had a glimpse of Asia.... There\nwas in him a sophist and a theologian, or, if you choose, a Greek and a\nChaldean.'The Athenians could never pardon one of their great leaders,\nall of whom fell victims in one shape or another to a temper frivolous\nas that of a child, ferocious as that of men,--'_espece de moutons\nenrages, toujours menes par la nature, et toujours par nature devorant\nleurs bergers_.'As for their oratory, 'the tribune of Athens would have\nbeen the disgrace of mankind if Phocion and men like him, by\noccasionally ascending it before drinking the hemlock or setting out for\ntheir place of exile, had not in some sort balanced such a mass of\nloquacity, extravagance, and cruelty.'[13]\n\nIt is very important to remember this constant solicitude for ideas that\nshould work well, in connection with that book of De Maistre's which\nhas had most influence in Europe, by supplying a base for the theories\nof ultramontanism.Unless we perceive very clearly that throughout his\nardent speculations on the Papal power his mind was bent upon enforcing\nthe practical solution of a pressing social problem, we easily\nmisunderstand him and underrate what he had to say.A charge has been\nforcibly urged against him by an eminent English critic, for example,\nthat he has confounded supremacy with infallibility, than which, as the\nwriter truly says, no two ideas can be more perfectly distinct, one\nbeing superiority of force, and the other incapacity of error.The vehicle advanced slowly, and amidst\nuniversal silence.At the Place de la Revolution an extensive space had\nbeen left vacant about the scaffold.Around this space were planted\ncannon; the most violent of the Federalists were stationed about the\nscaffold; and the vile rabble, always ready to insult genius, virtue, and\nmisfortune, when a signal is given it to do so, crowded behind the ranks\nof the Federalists, and alone manifested some outward tokens of\nsatisfaction.Louis XVI., rising briskly,\nstepped out into the Place.Three executioners came up; he refused their\nassistance, and took off his clothes himself.The bathroom is east of the office.The bathroom is west of the garden.But, perceiving that they\nwere going to bind his hands, he made a movement of indignation, and\nseemed ready to resist.M. Edgeworth gave him a last look, and said,\n\"Suffer", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "At these words the King suffered himself to be bound and\nconducted to the scaffold.The bathroom is south of the garden.All at once Louis hurriedly advanced to\naddress the people.\"Frenchmen,\" said he, in a firm voice, \"I die\ninnocent of the crimes which are imputed to me; I forgive the authors of\nmy death, and I pray that my blood may not fall upon France.\"He would\nhave continued, but the drums were instantly ordered to beat: their\nrolling drowned his voice; the executioners laid hold of him, and M.\nEdgeworth took his leave in these memorable words: \"Son of Saint Louis,\nascend to heaven!\"As soon as the blood flowed, furious wretches dipped\ntheir pikes and handkerchiefs in it, then dispersed throughout Paris,\nshouting \"Vive la Republique!and even went to the\ngates of the Temple to display brutal and factious joy.[The body of Louis was, immediately after the execution, removed to the\nancient cemetery of the Madeleine.Large quantities of quicklime were\nthrown into the grave, which occasioned so rapid a decomposition that,\nwhen his remains were sought for in 1816, it was with difficulty any part\ncould be recovered.Over the spot where he was interred Napoleon\ncommenced the splendid Temple of Glory, after the battle of Jena; and the\nsuperb edifice was completed by the Bourbons, and now forms the Church of\nthe Madeleine, the most beautiful structure in Paris.Louis was executed\non the same ground where the Queen, Madame Elisabeth, and so many other\nnoble victims of the Revolution perished; where Robespierre and Danton\nafterwards suffered; and where the Emperor Alexander and the allied\nsovereigns took their station, when their victorious troops entered Paris\nin 1814!The history of modern Europe has not a scene fraught with\nequally interesting recollections to exhibit.It is now marked by the\ncolossal obelisk of blood-red granite which was brought from Thebes, in\nUpper Egypt, in 1833, by the French Government.--ALLISON.]The Royal Prisoners.--Separation of the Dauphin from His Family.On the morning of the King's execution, according to the narrative of\nMadame Royale, his family rose at six: \"The night before, my mother had\nscarcely strength enough to put my brother to bed; She threw herself,\ndressed as she was, on her own bed, where we heard her shivering with cold\nand grief all night long.At a quarter-past six the door opened; we\nbelieved that we were sent for to the King, but it was only the officers\nlooking for a prayer-book for him.The bedroom is north of the garden.We did not, however, abandon the hope\nof seeing him, till shouts of joy from the infuriated populace told us\nthat all was over.In the afternoon my mother asked to see Clery, who\nprobably had some message for her; we hoped that seeing him would occasion\na burst of grief which might relieve the state of silent and choking agony\nin which we saw her.\"The request was refused, and the officers who\nbrought the", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"We had now a little more freedom,\" continues the Princess; \"our guards\neven believed that we were about to be sent out of France; but nothing\ncould calm my mother's agony; no hope could touch her heart, and life or\ndeath became indifferent to her.The garden is south of the office.Fortunately my own affliction increased\nmy illness so seriously that it distracted her thoughts.My\nmother would go no more to the garden, because she must have passed the\ndoor of what had been my father's room, and that she could not bear.But\nfearing lest want of air should prove injurious to my brother and me,\nabout the end of February she asked permission to walk on the leads of the\nTower, and it was granted.\"The Council of the Commune, becoming aware of the interest which these sad\npromenades excited, and the sympathy with which they were observed from\nthe neighbouring houses, ordered that the spaces between the battlements\nshould be filled up with shutters, which intercepted the view.But while\nthe rules for the Queen's captivity were again made more strict, some of\nthe municipal commissioners tried slightly to alleviate it, and by means\nof M. de Hue, who was at liberty in Paris, and the faithful Turgi, who\nremained in the Tower, some communications passed between the royal family\nand their friends.The bedroom is south of the garden.The wife of Tison, who waited on the Queen, suspected\nand finally denounced these more lenient guardians,--[Toulan, Lepitre,\nVincent, Bruno, and others.]--who were executed, the royal prisoners being\nsubjected to a close examination.\"On the 20th of April,\" says Madame Royale, \"my mother and I had just gone\nto bed when Hebert arrived with several municipals.We got up hastily,\nand these men read us a decree of the Commune directing that we should be\nsearched.My poor brother was asleep; they tore him from his bed under\nthe pretext of examining it.My mother took him up, shivering with cold.All they took was a shopkeeper's card which my mother had happened to\nkeep, a stick of sealing-wax from my aunt, and from me 'une sacre coeur de\nJesus' and a prayer for the welfare of France.The search lasted from\nhalf-past ten at night till four o'clock in the morning.\"The next visit of the officials was to Madame Elisabeth alone; they found\nin her room a hat which the King had worn during his imprisonment, and\nwhich she had begged him to give her as a souvenir.They took it from her\nin spite of her entreaties.\"It was suspicious,\" said the cruel and\ncontemptible tyrants.The Dauphin became ill with fever, and it was long before his mother, who\nwatched by him night and day, could obtain medicine or advice for him.The morning papers contained an account of John Hartley's arrest, and\nthe crime with which he was charged.Harriet Vernon read it at the breakfast-table with an interest which may\nbe imagined.\"I don't like to rejoice in any man's misfortune,\" she said to herself,\n\"but now I can have a few years of", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "My precious brother-in-law\nwill doubtless pass the next few years in enforced seclusion, and I can\nhave a settled home.\"Directly after breakfast, she set out for the humble home of her niece.She found all at home, for Dan was not to go back to business till\nMonday.\"Well, my good friend,\" she said, \"I have news for you.\"\"Good news, I hope,\" said Dan.Henceforth I can have Althea with me.The obstacle that\nseparated us is removed.\"Mordaunt's countenance fell, and Dan looked sober.It was plain\nthat Althea was to be taken from them, and they had learned to love her.\"I am very glad,\" faltered Mrs.\"You don't look glad,\" returned Mrs.\"You see we don't like to part with Althea,\" explained Dan, who\nunderstood his mother's feelings.\"Who said you were to part with the child?\"The kitchen is east of the office.\"I thought you meant to take her from us.\"Your mistake is a natural one, for I have not told you my\nplans.I mean to take a house up town, install Mrs.Mordaunt as my\nhousekeeper and friend, and adopt this young man (indicating Dan),\nprovided he has no objection.\"I have plenty of money, and no one to care for, or to\ncare for me.I have taken a fancy to you all, and I am quite sure that\nwe can all live happily together.Althea is my niece, and you, Dan, may\ncall me aunt, too, if you like.Dan offered her his hand in a frank, cordial way, which she liked.\"So it is settled, then,\" she said, in a pleased voice.The kitchen is west of the garden.\"I ought to warn\nyou,\" she added, \"that I have the reputation of being ill-tempered.You\nmay get tired of living with me.\"\"We'll take the risk,\" said Dan, smiling.Vernon, whose habit it was to act promptly, engaged a house on\nMadison avenue, furnished it without regard to expense, and in less than\na fortnight, installed her friends in it.Then she had a talk with Dan\nabout his plans.\"Do you wish to remain in your place,\" she asked, \"or would you like to\nobtain a better education first?\"\"To obtain an education,\" said Dan, promptly.\"Then give notice to your employer of your intention.\"Vernon in a second interview informed him that besides defraying\nhis school expenses, she should give him an allowance of fifty dollars a\nmonth for his own personal needs.\"May I give a part of it to my mother?\"\"You don't ask why I refuse,\" she said.\"I suppose you have a good reason,\" said Dan, dubiously.\"My reason is that I shall pay your mother double this sum.Unless she\nis very extravagant it ought to be enough to defray her expenses.\"exclaimed Dan, in fresh\nastonishment.All these important changes in the position of the Mordaunts were\nunknown to their old friends, who, since their loss of property, had\ngiven them the cold shoulder.One day Tom Carver, in passing the", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"I didn't know what else could carry you to such a house.\"\"Oh, that's easily explained,\" said Dan.\"You don't mean to say she boards there?\"asked Tom, in a more deferential tone.At any rate she gives me a handsome allowance.\"\"And you don't have anything to do?\"\"Why, my father only\nallows me three dollars a week.\"The kitchen is south of the office.I don't need as much as my aunt allows me.\"\"I say, Dan,\" said Tom, in the most friendly terms, \"I'm awfully hard\nup.\"Yes,\" said Dan, secretly amused with the change in Tom's manner.said Tom, linking his arm in Dan's.\"I'm very glad you're rich again.\"Thank you,\" said Dan, smiling, \"but I'm afraid you have forgotten\nsomething.\"\"You know I used to be a newsboy in front of the Astor House.\"\"And you might not care to associate with a newsboy.\"\"Well, you are all right now,\" said Tom, magnanimously.\"You didn't always think so, Tom.\"\"I always thought you were a gentleman, Dan.\"I suppose it's the way of the world,\" thought Dan.\"It is lucky that\nthere are some true friends who stick by us through thick and thin.\"Mordaunt had an experience similar to Dan's.The bedroom is north of the office.Her old acquaintances,\nwho, during her poverty never seemed to recognize her when they met,\ngradually awoke to the consciousness of her continued existence, and\nleft cards.She received them politely, but rated their professions of\nfriendship at their true value.They had not been \"friends in need,\" and\nshe could not count them \"friends indeed.\"Six years rolled by, bringing with them many changes.The little family\non Madison avenue kept together.She had a hearty love for young people, and enjoyed the growth and\ndevelopment of her niece Althea, and Dan, whom she called her nephew and\nloved no less.He completed his preparation for college, and\ngraduated with high honors.He is no less frank, handsome, and\nself-reliant than when as a boy he sold papers in front of the Astor\nHouse for his mother's support.He looks forward to a business life, and\nhas accepted an invitation to go abroad to buy goods in London and Paris\nfor his old firm.He was, in fact, preparing to go when a mysterious\nletter was put in his hands.It ran thus:\n\n\n     \"MR.DANIEL MORDAUNT:--I shall take it as a great favor if you will\n     come to the St.Nicholas Hotel this evening, and inquire for me.I\n     am sick, or I would not trouble you.[_Clinging to TARVER._] Where is it?[_Clinging to DARBEY._] Where is it?_BLORE enters with a scared look._\n\nTHE DEAN.[_To BLORE._] Where is it?[_The gate-bell is heard ringing violently in the distance.BLORE goes\nout._\n\nGEORGIANA.[_Uttering a loud screech._] The Swan Inn![_", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "[_SALOME, SHEBA, and TARVER go to the window._\n\nTHE DEAN.[_To TARVER._] Lend me your boots!If I once get cold extremities----\n\nGEORGIANA.[_She is going, THE DEAN stops her._\n\nTHE DEAN.Respect yourself, Georgiana--where are you going?I'm going to help clear the stables at The Swan!Remember what you are--my sister--a lady!George Tidd's a man, every inch of her![_SIR TRISTRAM rushes\nin breathlessly.GEORGIANA rushes at him and clutches his coat._] Tris\nMardon, speak!That old horse has backed himself to win the handicap.TARVER and DARBEY with SALOME and SHEBA\nstand looking out of the window._\n\nSIR TRISTRAM.The kitchen is south of the bedroom.George, his tail is singed a bit.The less weight for him to carry to-morrow.[_Beginning to cry._] Dear\nold Dandy, he never was much to look at.The worst of it is, the fools threw two pails of cold water over him\nto put it out.[_THE DEAN goes distractedly into the\nLibrary._] Where is the animal?My man Hatcham is running him up and down the lane here to try to get\nhim warm again.Where are you going to put the homeless beast up now?Georgiana, pray consider _me!_\n\nGEORGIANA.So I will, when you've had two pails of water thrown over you.[_THE DEAN walks about in despair._\n\nTHE DEAN.Mardon, I appeal to _you!_\n\nSIR TRISTRAM.Oh, Dean, Dean, I'm ashamed of you![_To SIR TRISTRAM._] Are you ready?[_Takes off his coat and throws it over GEORGIANA'S shoulders._]\nGeorge, you're a brick![_Quietly to him._] One partner pulls Dandy out of the\nSwan--t'other one leads Dandy into the Deanery.[_They go out together._\n\nTHE DEAN.\"Sir\nTristram Mardon's Dandy Dick reflected great credit upon the Deanery\nStables!\"The hallway is north of the bedroom.[_He walks into the Library, where he sinks into a chair, as SALOME,\nTARVER, DARBEY and SHEBA come from the window._\n\nTARVER.If I had had my goloshes with me I\nshould have been here, there, and everywhere.Where there's a crowd of Civilians the Military exercise a wise\ndiscretion in restraining themselves.[_To TARVER and DARBEY._] You had better go now; then we'll get the\nhouse quiet as soon as possible.We will wait with the carriage in the lane.[_Calling._] Papa, Major Tarver and Mr.THE DEAN comes from the Library._\n\nTHE DEAN.[_Shaking hands._] Most fascinating evening![_Shaking hands._] Charming, my dear Dean._BLORE enters._\n\nSALOME.[_BL", "question": "What is north of the bedroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "DARBEY is\ngoing, when he returns to THE DEAN._\n\nDARBEY.By-the-bye, my dear Dean--come over and see me.The bathroom is west of the hallway.We ought to know more\nof each other.[_Restraining his anger._] I will _not_ say Monday!Oh--and I say--let me know when you preach, and\nI'll get some of our fellows to give their patronage![_He goes out._\n\nTHE DEAN.[_Closing the door after him with a bang._] Another moment--another\nmoment--and I fear I should have been violently rude to him, a guest\nunder my roof![_He walks up to the fireplace and stands looking into\nthe fire, as DARBEY.having forgotten his violin, returns to the\nroom._] Oh, Blore, now understand me, if that Mr.Darbey ever again\npresumes to present himself at the Deanery I will not see him![_With his violin in his hand, haughtily._] I've come back for my\nviolin.[_Goes out with dignity._\n\nTHE DEAN.GEORGIANA and SIR TRISTRAM enter by the\nwindow._\n\nGEORGIANA.Don't be down, Tris, my boy; cheer up, lad, he'll be fit yet, bar a\nchill!he knew me, he knew me when I kissed his dear old nose!He'd be a fool of a horse if he hadn't felt deuced flattered at that.He knows he's in the Deanery too.Did you see him cast\nup his eyes and lay his ears back when I led him in?Oh, George, George, it's such a pity about his tail!You watch his head to-morrow--that'll come in\nfirst.[_HATCHAM, a groom, looks in at the window._\n\nHATCHAM.I jest run round to tell you that Dandy is a feedin' as steady as a\nbaby with a bottle.And I've got hold of the constable 'ere, Mr.Topping--he's going to sit up with me, for company's sake.[_Coming forward mysteriously._] Why, bless you and\nthe lady, sir--supposin' the fire at the \"Swan\" warn't no accident!Supposin' it were inciderism--and supposin' our 'orse was the hobject.The bedroom is east of the hallway.That's why I ain't goin' to watch single-handed.[_SIR TRISTRAM and GEORGIANA pace up and down excitedly._\n\nHATCHAM.There's only one mortal fear I've got about our Dandy.GEORGIANA _and_ SIR TRISTRAM.He 'asn't found out about 'is tail yet, sir, and when he does it'll\nfret him, as sure as my name's Bob Hatcham.Thus appealed to, Brice could only comply.Perhaps he was a little hurt\nat the girl's evident desire to avoid a gentler parting.Securing his\nprized envelope within his breast, he began to ascend the tree.Its\ninclination", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The bathroom is south of the hallway.A swift glance around\nhim revealed the whole waterway or fissure slanting upward along the\nmountain face.Then he turned quickly to look down the dizzy height.At\nfirst he could distinguish nothing but the top of the buckeyes and their\nwhite clustering blossoms.Then something fluttered,--the torn white\nhandkerchief of his that she had kept.And then he caught a single\nglimpse of the flower-plumed hat receding rapidly among the trees, and\nFlora Dimwood was gone.III\n\nIn twenty-four hours Edward Brice was in San Francisco.But although\nsuccessful and the bearer of the treasure, it is doubtful if he\napproached this end of his journey with the temerity he had shown on\nentering the robbers' valley.A consciousness that the methods he\nhad employed might excite the ridicule, if not the censure, of his\nprincipals, or that he might have compromised them in his meeting with\nSnapshot Harry, considerably modified his youthful exultation.It is\npossible that Flora's reproach, which still rankled in his mind, may\nhave quickened his sensitiveness on that point.However, he had resolved\nto tell the whole truth, except his episode with Flora, and to place the\nconduct of Snapshot Harry and the Tarboxes in as favorable a light as\npossible.But first he had recourse to the manager, a man of shrewd\nworldly experience, who had recommended him to his place.When he had\nfinished and handed him the treasured envelope, the man looked at him\nwith a critical and yet not unkindly expression.\"Perhaps it's just as\nwell, Brice, that you did come to me at first, and did not make your\nreport to the president and directors.\"\"I suppose,\" said Brice diffidently, \"that they wouldn't have liked my\ncommunicating with the highwayman without their knowledge?\"\"More than that--they wouldn't have believed your story.\"\"Do you think\"--\n\nThe manager checked him with a laugh.I believe every word\nof it, and why?Because you've added nothing to it to make yourself the\nregular hero.Why, with your opportunity, and no one able to contradict\nyou, you might have told me you had a hand-to-hand fight with the\nthief, and had to kill him to recover the money, and even brought your\nhandkerchief and hat back with the bullet holes to prove it.\"Brice\nwinked as he thought of the fair possessor of those articles.\"But as a\nstory for general circulation, it won't do.Have you told it to any one\nelse?Brice thought of Flora, but he had resolved not to compromise her, and\nhe had a consciousness that she would be equally loyal to him.And I suppose you wouldn't mind if it were kept out of the\nnewspapers?You're not hankering after a reputation as a hero?\"\"Certainly not,\" said Brice indignantly.The kitchen is north of the hallway.\"Well, then, we'll keep it where it is.I will\nhand over the greenbacks to the company, but only as much of your story", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Yuba Bill has\nalready set you up in his report to the company, and the recovery of\nthis money will put you higher!Only, the PUBLIC need know nothing about\nit.\"\"But,\" asked Brice amazedly, \"how can it be prevented?The shippers who\nlost the money will have to know that it has been recovered.\"The company will assume the risk, and repay them just\nthe same.It's a great deal better to have the reputation for accepting\nthe responsibility than for the shippers to think that they only get\ntheir money through the accident of its recovery.\"Besides, it occurred to him\nthat it kept the secret, and Flora's participation in it, from Snapshot\nHarry and the gang.\"Come,\" continued the manager, with official curtness.It was not what his impulsive truthful nature\nhad suggested.It was not what his youthful fancy had imagined.He had\nnot worked upon the sympathies of the company on behalf of Snapshot\nHarry as he believed he would do.The bathroom is north of the hallway.His story, far from exciting a chivalrous sentiment, had been pronounced\nimprobable.Yet he reflected he had so far protected HER, and he\nconsented with a sigh.Nevertheless, the result ought to have satisfied him.A dazzling check,\ninclosed in a letter of thanks from the company the next day, and his\npromotion from \"the road\" to the San Francisco office, would have been\nquite enough for any one but Edward Brice.Yet he was grateful, albeit\na little frightened and remorseful over his luck.He could not help\nthinking of the kindly tolerance of the highwayman, the miserable death\nof the actual thief, which had proved his own salvation, and above all\nthe generous, high-spirited girl who had aided his escape.While on his\nway to San Francisco, and yet in the first glow of his success, he had\nwritten her a few lines from Marysville, inclosed in a letter to Mr.Then a vague\nfeeling of jealousy took possession of him as he remembered her warning\nhint of the attentions to which she was subjected, and he became\nsingularly appreciative of Snapshot Harry's proficiency as a marksman.Then, cruelest of all, for your impassioned lover is no lover at all\nif not cruel in his imaginings, he remembered how she had evaded her\nuncle's espionage with HIM; could she not equally with ANOTHER?Perhaps\nthat was why she had hurried him away,--why she had prevented\nhis returning to her uncle.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.Following this came another week of\ndisappointment and equally miserable cynical philosophy, in which\nhe persuaded himself he was perfectly satisfied with his material\nadvancement, that it was the only outcome of his adventure to be\nrecognized; and he was more miserable than ever.A month had passed, when one morning he received a small package by\npost.The address was in a handwriting unknown to him, but opening\nthe parcel he was surprised to find only a handkerchief neatly folded.Examining it closely, he found it was his own,--the one he had given\nher, the rent made by her uncle's bullet so ingeniously and delicately\nmended", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "It\nwas awful the way those noble lives were sacrifi--\"\n\nHere Jimmieboy started to his feet with a cry of alarm.There were\nunmistakable sounds of approaching footsteps.\"Somebody or something is coming,\" he cried.\"Oh, no, I guess not,\" said the major, getting red in the face, for he\nrecognized, as Jimmieboy did not, the firm, steady tread of the\nreturning soldiers whom he had told Jimmieboy the Quandary had\nannihilated.\"It's only the drum of your ear you hear,\" he added.\"You\nknow you have a drum in your ear, and every once in a while it begins\nits rub-a-dub-dub just like any other drum.Oh, no, you don't hear\nanybody coming.Let's take a walk into the forest here and see if we\ncan't find a few pipe plants.I think I'd like to have a smoke.\"cried Jimmieboy, shaking his arm, which his\ncompanion had taken, free from the major's grasp.\"You've been telling\nme a great big fib, because there are the soldiers coming back again.\"ejaculated the major, in well-affected surprise.Why, do you know, general, that is the\nmost marvelous cure I ever saw in my life.To think that all those men\nwhom I saw not an hour ago lying dead on the field of battle, all ready\nfor the Quandary's luncheon, should have been resusitated in so short a\ntime, as--\"\n\n\"Halt!\"roared Jimmieboy, interrupting the major in a most\nunceremonious fashion, for the soldiers by this time had reached a point\nin the road directly opposite where he was sitting.cried Jimmieboy, after the corporal had told him the\nproper order to give next.The soldiers broke ranks, and in sheer weariness threw themselves down\non the soft turf at the side of the road--all except the corporal, who\nat Jimmieboy's request came and sat down at the general's side to make\nhis report.\"This is fine weather we are having, corporal,\" said the major, winking\nat the subordinate officer, and trying to make him understand that the\nless he said about the major the better it would be for all concerned.\"Better for sleeping than for military\nduty, eh, major?\"The garden is west of the bedroom.Here the major grew pale, but had the presence of mind to remark that he\nthought it might rain in time for tea.\"There's something behind all this,\" thought Jimmieboy; \"and I'm going\nto know what it all means.\"Then he said aloud, \"You have had a very speedy recovery, corporal.\"Here the major cleared his throat more loudly than usual, blushed rosy\nred, and winked twice as violently at the corporal as before.The bathroom is east of the bedroom.\"Did you ever hear my poem on the 'Cold Tea River in China'?\"\"No,\" said the corporal, \"I never did, and I never want to.\"\"Then I will recite it for you,\" said the major.\"After the corporal has made his report", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"It goes this way,\" continued the major, pretending not to hear.\"Some years ago--'way back in '69--a\n     Friend and I went for a trip through China,\n     That pleasant land where rules King Tommy Chang,\n     Where flows the silver river Yangtse-Wang--\n       Through fertile fields, through sweetest-scented bowers\n       Of creeping vinous vines and floral flowers.\"\"My dear major,\" interrupted Jimmieboy, \"I do not want to hurt your\nfeelings, but much as I like to hear your poetry I must listen to the\nreport of the corporal first.\"\"Oh, very well,\" returned the major, observing that the corporal had\ntaken to his heels as soon as he had begun to recite.Jimmieboy then saw for the first time that the corporal had fled.\"I do not know,\" returned the major, coldly.\"I fancy he has gone to the\nkitchen to cook his report.The kitchen is east of the office.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.\"Oh, well, never mind,\" said Jimmieboy, noticing that the major was\nevidently very much hurt.\"Go on with the poem about 'Cold Tea River.'\"\"No, I shall not,\" replied the major.\"I shall not do it for two\nreasons, general, unless you as my superior officer command me to do it,\nand I hope you will not.In the first place, you have publicly\nhumiliated me in the presence of a tin corporal, an inferior in rank,\nand consequently have hurt my feelings more deeply than you imagine.I\nam not tall, sir, but my feelings are deep enough to be injured most\ndeeply, and in view of that fact I prefer to say nothing more about that\npoem.The other reason is that there is really no such poem, because\nthere is really no such a stream as Cold Tea River in China, though\nthere might have been had Nature been as poetic and fanciful as I, for\nit is as easy to conceive of a river having its source in the land of\nthe tea-trees, and having its waters so full of the essence of tea\ngained from contact with the roots of those trees, that to all intents\nand purposes it is a river of tea.Had you permitted me to go on\nuninterrupted I should have made up a poem on that subject, and might\npossibly by this time have had it done, but as it is, it never will be\ncomposed.If you will permit me I will take a horseback ride and see if\nI cannot forget the trials of this memorable day.If I return I shall be\nback, but otherwise you may never see me again.I feel so badly over\nyour treatment of me that I may be rash enough to commit suicide by\njumping into a smelting-pot and being moulded over again into a piece of\nshot, and if I do, general, if I do, and if I ever get into battle and\nam fired out of a gun, I shall seek out that corporal, and use my best\nefforts to amputate his head off so quickly that", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Breathing which horrible threat, the major mounted his horse and\ngalloped madly down the road, and Jimmieboy, not knowing whether to be\nsorry or amused, started on a search for the corporal in order that he\nmight hear his report, and gain, if possible, some solution of the\nmajor's strange conduct.THE CORPORAL'S FAIRY STORY.The bedroom is east of the bathroom.Jimmieboy had not long to search for the corporal.He found that worthy\nin a very few minutes, lying fast asleep under a tree some twenty or\nthirty rods down the road, snoring away as if his life depended upon it.It was quite evident that the poor fellow was worn out with his\nexertions, and Jimmieboy respected his weariness, and restrained his\nstrong impulse to awaken him.His consideration for the tired soldier was not without its reward, for\nas Jimmieboy listened the corporal's snores took semblance to words,\nwhich, as he remembered them, the snores of his papa in the early\nmorning had never done.ELECTROTYPED AT THE BOSTON STEREOTYPE FOUNDRY.TO MY YOUNG FRIEND,\n\n                  HENRY FOWLE DURANT, JR.=These Little Volumes=\n\n               ARE AFFECTIONATELY INSCRIBED\n\n                      BY THE AUTHOR,\n\n  IN THE EARNEST HOPE THAT THEY MAY INCREASE IN HIM THAT\n      LOVE OF NATURE AND OF RURAL LIFE WHICH HAS EVER\n          EXERTED SO SALUTARY AN INFLUENCE IN THE\n              FORMATION OF THE CHARACTERS OF\n                    THE WISE AND GOOD.CHAPTER I.\n\nJACKO AND HIS WOUNDED TAIL.If you have not, I suppose you will like to\nhear a description of Jacko, Minnie's sixth pet.He was about eighteen inches high, with long arms, covered with short\nhair, which he used as handily as a boy, flexible fingers, with flat\nnails, and a long tail, covered with hair, which seemed to answer the\npurpose of a third hand.The bathroom is east of the hallway.Though monkeys are usually very ugly and unpleasant, from their\napproaching so nearly to the human face, and still bearing so strongly\nthe marks of the mere brute, yet Jacko was a pretty little fellow.He had bright eyes, which sparkled like diamonds from beneath his\ndeep-set eyebrows.His teeth were of the most pearly whiteness, and he\nmade a constant display of them, grinning and chattering continually.But I ought to tell you about his passage in uncle Frank's ship.On one of Captain Lee's voyages, he touched upon the coast of Africa,\nwhere he saw the little fellow in a hen-co", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The gentleman had often thought he should like to\ncarry his favorite niece a little pet; but as she already had a parrot,\nhe did not know what she would wish.But when he listened to the chattering of the monkey, and heard the\nsailor who owned him say what a funny little animal it was, he thought\nhe would buy it and take it home to her.On the voyage, Jacko met with a sad accident.The hen-coop in which he\nwas confined was too small to contain the whole of his tail, and he was\nobliged, when he slept, to let the end of it hang out.This was a great\naffliction to the poor animal, for he was very proud of his tail, which\nwas indeed quite an addition to his good looks.The garden is east of the bedroom.It so happened that there were two large cats on board ship; and one\nnight, as they were prowling about, they saw the tail hanging out while\nJacko was sound asleep; and before he had time to move, one of them\nseized it and bit it off.The monkey was very indignant, and if he could have had a fair chance at\nhis enemies, would have soon punished them for their impudence.It was\nreally amusing to see him afterward.He would pull his bleeding tail in\nthrough the bars of the hen-coop, and give it a malicious bite, as much\nas to say,--\n\n\"I wish you were off.You are of no use to me now; and you look terribly\nshort.\"When they reached New York, at the end of their voyage, Captain Lee took\nJacko out of the hen-coop, and put him in a bag, which was carried into\nthe depot while he was purchasing his ticket.The monkey, who must needs\nsee every thing that was going on, suddenly poked his head out of the\nbag, and gave a malicious grin at the ticket-master.The man was much frightened, but presently recovered himself, and\nreturned the insult by saying,--\n\n\"Sir, that's a dog!The bathroom is east of the garden.It's the rule that no dog can go in the cars without\nbeing paid for.\"It was all in vain that the captain tried to convince him that Jacko\nwas not a dog, but a monkey.He even took him out of the bag; but in the\nface of this evidence, the man would persist in saying,--\n\n\"He is a dog, and must have a ticket before he enters the cars.\"So a ticket was bought, and Jacko was allowed to proceed on his journey.The little fellow was as pleased as the captain when he arrived at the\nend of his journey, and took possession of his pleasant quarters in the\nshed adjoining Mr.He soon grew fond of his little\nmistress, and played all manner of tricks, jumping up and down, swinging\nwith his tail, which had begun to heal, and chattering with all his\nmight in his efforts to please her.Lee, at the suggestion of his brother, the captain, had a nice\nhouse or cage made for Minnie's new pet, into which he could be put if\nhe became troublesome, and where he always went to sleep.The rest of\nthe", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Jacko came from a very warm climate, and therefore often suffered from\nthe cold in the northern latitude to which he had been brought.Lee could not endure to see a monkey dressed like a man, as they\nsometimes are in shows.She said they looked disgustingly; but she\nconsented that the little fellow should have a tight red jacket, and\nsome drawers, to keep him comfortable.The bedroom is east of the hallway.Minnie, too, begged from her some\nold pieces of carpeting, to make him a bed, when Jacko seemed greatly\ndelighted.He did not now, as before, often stand in the morning\nshaking, and blue with the cold, but laughed, and chattered, and showed\nhis gratitude in every possible way.Not many months after Jacko came, and when he had become well acquainted\nwith all the family, Fidelle had a family of kittens, which she often\ncarried in her mouth back and forth through the shed.The very sight of\nthese little animals seemed to excite Jacko exceedingly.He would\nspring the entire length of his chain, trying to reach them.One day, when the kittens had begun to run alone, and were getting to be\nvery playful, the cook heard a great noise in the shed, and Fidelle\ncrying with all her might.She ran to see what was the matter, and, to\nher surprise, found Jacko sitting up in the cage, grinning with delight,\nwhile he held one of the kittens in his arms, hugging it as if it had\nbeen a baby.Cook knew the sight would please Minnie, and she ran to call her.But\nthe child sympathized too deeply in Fidelle's distress to enjoy it.She\ntried to get the kitten away from Jacko, but he had no idea of giving it\nup, until at last, when Mrs.Lee, who had come to the rescue, gave him a\npiece of cake, of which he was very fond, he relaxed his hold, and she\ninstantly released the poor, frightened little animal.Fidelle took warning by this occurrence, and never ventured through the\nshed again with her babies, though Jacko might seem to be sound asleep\nin his cage.Lee's more than a year before they knew him to\nbreak his chain and run about by himself.\"He needs the doctor, however,\" said Cameron.The bedroom is west of the garden.said Cameron, throwing his friend a\nsignificant glance.As his one hand closed on the Indian's his other slid down upon\nhis wrist.\"I want you, Chief,\" he said in a quiet stern voice.\"I want\nyou to come along with me.\"His hand had hardly closed upon the wrist than with a single motion,\nswift, snake-like, the Indian wrenched his hand from the Inspector's\niron grasp and, leaping back a space of three paces, stood with body\npoised as if to spring.The Indian turned to see Cameron covering him with two guns.At once\nhe relaxed his tense attitude and, drawing himself up, he demanded in a\nvoice of indignant scorn:\n\n\"Why you touch me?As he stood, erect, tall, scornful, commanding, with his head thrown\nback and his arm outstretched, his eyes glitter", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "For a moment or two a\ndeep silence held the group of Indians, and even the white men were\nimpressed.\"Trotting Wolf,\" he said, \"I want this man.I am going to take him to the Fort.\"No,\" said Trotting Wolf, in a loud voice, \"he no bad man.A loud murmur rose from the Indians, who in larger numbers kept crowding\nnearer.At this ominous sound the Inspector swiftly drew two revolvers,\nand, backing toward the man he was seeking to arrest, said in a quiet,\nclear voice:\n\n\"Trotting Wolf, this man goes with me.If he is no thief he will be\nback again very soon.Six men die,\" shaking one of them,\n\"when this goes off.And six more die,\" shaking the other, \"when\nthis goes off.The first man will be you, Trotting Wolf, and this man\nsecond.\"Twelve men die if you\nmake any fuss.The\nPiegans need a new Chief.The bedroom is north of the garden.If this man is no thief he will be back again\nin a few days.Still Trotting Wolf stood irresolute.The Indians began to shuffle and\ncrowd nearer.\"Trotting Wolf,\" said the Inspector sharply, \"tell your men that the\nfirst man that steps beyond that poplar-tree dies.There was a hoarse guttural murmur in\nresponse, but those nearest to the tree backed away from it.The hallway is south of the garden.They knew\nthe Police never showed a gun except when prepared to use it.For\nyears they had been accustomed to the administration of justice and the\nenforcement of law at the hands of the North West Mounted Police, and\namong the traditions of that Force the Indians had learned to accept two\nas absolutely settled: the first, that they never failed to get the man\nthey wanted; the second, that their administration of law was marked\nby the most rigid justice.It was Chief Onawata himself that found the\nsolution.He uttered these words with an air\nof quiet but impressive dignity.\"That's sensible,\" said the Inspector, moving toward him.His voice became low, soft, almost\ntremulous.And we will see that\nyou get fair play.\"said the Indian, and, turning on his heel, he passed into the\nteepee where his boy lay.Through the teepee wall their voices could be heard in quiet\nconversation.In a few minutes the old squaw passed out on an errand and\nthen in again, eying the Inspector as she passed with malevolent hate.Again she passed out, this time bowed down under a load of blankets and\narticles of Indian household furniture, and returned no more.Still the\nconversation within the teepee continued, the boy's voice now and again\nrising high, clear, the other replying in low, even, deep tones.\"I will just get my horse, Inspector,\" said Cameron, making his way\nthrough the group of Indians to where Ginger was standing with sad and\ndrooping head.\"Time's up, I should say,\" said the Inspector to Cameron as he returned\nwith his horse.\"Just give him a call, will you?\"Cameron", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"Come along, Chief, we must be going,\" he said, putting his head inside\nthe teepee door.he cried, \"Where the deuce--where is he gone?\"On the couch the boy still lay, his\neyes brilliant with fever but more with hate.At the foot of the couch\nstill crouched the old crone, but there was no sign of the Chief.said the Inspector to the old squaw, turning the blankets and\nskins upside down.she laughed in diabolical glee, spitting at him as he\npassed.\"No one except the old squaw here.And the two men stood looking at each\nother.said Cameron in deep disgust, \"We're done.he cried, \"Let us search this camp,\nthough it's not much use.\"Through every teepee they searched in hot\nhaste, tumbling out squalling squaws and papooses.Copperhead had as completely disappeared as if he had vanished into thin\nair.With faces stolid and unmoved by a single gleam of satisfaction the\nIndians watched their hurried search.\"We will take a turn around this camp,\" said Cameron, swinging on to his\npony.he continued, riding up close to Trotting Wolf, \"We\nhaven't got our man but we will come back again.If I lose a single steer this fall I shall come and take you, Trotting\nWolf, to the Fort, if I have to bring you by the hair of the head.\"But Trotting Wolf only shrugged his shoulders, saying:\n\n\"No see cow.\"The garden is east of the bathroom.\"Is there any use taking a look around this camp?\"There is a faint\nchance we might come across a trace.\"But he pays'most as\nmuch attention to Mellicent, so far as I can see, whenever Carl Pennock\nwill give him a chance.Did you ever see the beat of that boy?I hope Mellicent'll give him a good lesson, before\nshe gets through with it.He deserves it,\" she ejaculated, as she\npicked up her fur neck-piece, and fastened it with a jerk.In the doorway she paused and glanced cautiously toward Mr.Smith, perceiving the glance, tried very hard to absorb himself in the\nrows of names dates before him; but he could not help hearing Miss\nFlora's next words.\"Maggie, hain't you changed your mind a mite yet?WON'T you let me give\nyou some of my money?But Miss Maggie, with a violent shake of her head, almost pushed Miss\nFlora into the hall and shut the door firmly.Smith, left alone at his table, wrote again furiously, and with\nvicious little jabs of his pencil.Smith was finding\na most congenial home.He liked Miss Maggie better than ever, on closer\nacquaintance.The Martin girls fitted pleasantly into the household,\nand plainly did much to help the mistress of the house.Father Duff was\nstill as irritable as ever, but he was not so much in evidence, for his\nincreasing lameness was confining him almost entirely to his own room.The hallway is west of the bathroom.This meant added care for Miss Maggie, but, with the help of the\nMartins, she", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Smith said it was absolutely\nimperative, for the sake of her health, that she should have some\nrecreation, and that it was an act of charity, anyway, that she should\nlighten his loneliness by letting him walk and talk with her.The garden is south of the bathroom.Smith could not help wondering a good deal these days about Miss\nMaggie's financial resources.He knew from various indications that\nthey must be slender.Yet he never heard her plead poverty or preach\neconomy.In spite of the absence of protecting rugs and tidies,\nhowever, and in spite of the fact that she plainly conducted her life\nand household along the lines of the greatest possible comfort, he saw\nmany evidences that she counted the pennies--and that she made every\npenny count.He knew, for a fact, that she had refused to accept any of the\nBlaisdells' legacy.Jane, to be sure, had not offered any money yet\n(though she had offered the parlor carpet, which had been promptly\nrefused), but Frank and James and Flora had offered money, and had\nurged her to take it.Miss Maggie, however would have none of it.Smith suspected that Miss Maggie was proud, and that she regarded\nsuch a gift as savoring too much of charity.Smith wished HE could\nsay something to Miss Maggie.Smith was, indeed, not a little\ndisturbed over the matter.He did try once to say something; but Miss\nMaggie tossed it off with a merry: \"Take their money?I should\nfeel as if I were eating up some of Jane's interest, or one of Hattie's\ngold chairs!\"After that she would not let him get near the subject.There seemed then really nothing that he could do.It was about this\ntime, however, that Mr.Smith began to demand certain extra\nluxuries--honey, olives, sardines, candied fruits, and imported\njellies.They were always luxuries that must be bought, not prepared in\nthe home; and he promptly increased the price of his board--but to a\nsum far beyond the extra cost of the delicacies he ordered.When Miss\nMaggie remonstrated at the size of the increase, he pooh-poohed her\nobjections, and declared that even that did not pay for having such a\nnuisance of a boarder around, with all his fussy notions.He insisted,\nmoreover, that the family should all partake freely of the various\ndelicacies, declaring that it seemed to take away the sting of his\nfussiness if they ate as he ate, and so did not make him appear\nsingular in his tastes.They often came to Miss Maggie's, and occasionally he\ncalled at their homes.They seemed to regard him, indeed, as quite one of the family, and they\nasked his advice, and discussed their affairs before him with as much\nfreedom as if he were, in truth, a member of the family.Hattie Blaisdell was having a very gay winter, and\nthat she had been invited twice to the Gaylords'.He knew that James\nBlaisdell was happy in long evenings with his booksThe bathroom is south of the kitchen.", "question": "What is south of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "From Fred's mother he learned that Fred had made the most exclusive\nclub in college, and from Fred's father he learned that the boy was\nalready leading his class in his studies.He heard of Bessie's visits\nto the homes of wealthy New Yorkers, and of the trials Benny's teachers\nwere having with Benny.He knew something of Miss Flora's placid life in her \"house of\nmourning\" (as Bessie had dubbed the little cottage), and he heard of\nthe \"perfectly lovely times\" Mellicent was having at her finishing\nschool.He dropped in occasionally to talk over the price of beans and\npotatoes with Mr.Frank Blaisdell in his bustling grocery store, and he\noften saw Mrs.It was at Miss Maggie's, indeed,\none day, that he heard Mrs.Jane say, as she sank wearily into a\nchair:--\n\n\"Well, I declare!Sometimes I think I'll never give anybody a thing\nagain!\"Smith, at his table, was conscious of a sudden lively interest.So\noften, in his earlier acquaintance with Mrs.Jane, while he boarded\nthere, had he heard her say to mission-workers, church-solicitors, and\ndoorway beggars, alike, something similar to this; \"No, I can give you\nnothing.I'd love to, if I could--really I\nwould.It makes me quite unhappy to hear of all this need and\nsuffering.The garden is west of the bathroom.And if I were rich I would; but\nas it is, I can only give you my sympathy and my prayers.\"He had wondered several times,\nsince the money came, as to Mrs.Hence his interest now\nin what she was about to say.\"Why, Jane, what's the matter?\"\"And positively a more\nungrateful set of people all around I never saw.You know I've never been able to do anything.And now I was so happy that I COULD do something, and I told\nthem so; and they seemed real pleased at first.I gave two dollars\napiece to the Ladies' Aid, the Home Missionary Society, and the Foreign\nMissionary Society--and, do you know?They\nacted for all the world as if they expected more--the grasping things!The hallway is east of the bathroom.It\nis the hour when lovers meet, too.Edmond, working in the atelier for\nthe reproduction of Louis XVI furniture, meets Louise coming from her\nwork on babies' caps in the rue des Saints-Peres at precisely twelve-ten\non the corner of the rue Vaugirard and the Boulevard Montparnasse.Louise comes without her hat, her hair in an adorable coiffure, as\nneatly arranged as a Geisha's, her skirt held tightly to her hips,\ndisclosing her small feet in low slippers.There is a golden rule, I\nbelieve, in the French catechism which says: \"It is better, child, that\nthy hair be neatly dressed than that thou shouldst have a whole frock.\"The two breakfast on a ragout and a bottle of\nwine while they talk of going on Sunday to St.Cloud for the day--and so", "question": "What is the bathroom west of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Cloud\nand spend all day in the woods.It is the second Sunday in the month,\nand the fountains will be playing.They will take their dejeuner with\nthem.Louise will, of course, see to this, and Edmond will bring\ncigarettes enough for two, and the wine.Then, when the stars are out,\nthey will take one of the \"bateaux mouches\" back to Paris.Dear Paris--the Paris of youth, of love, and of romance!The office is north of the bedroom.*     *     *     *     *\n\nThe pulse of the Quarter begins really to beat at 6 P.M.At this hour\nthe streets are alive with throngs of workmen--after their day's work,\nseeking their favorite cafes to enjoy their aperitifs with their\ncomrades--and women hurrying back from their work, many to their homes\nand children, buying the dinner en route.Henriette, who sews all day at one of the fashionable dressmakers' in\nthe rue de la Paix, trips along over the Pont Neuf to her small room in\nthe Quarter to put on her best dress and white kid slippers, for it is\nBullier night and she is going to the ball with two friends of her\ncousin.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.In the twilight, and from my studio window the swallows, like black\ncinders against the yellow sky, dart and swoop above the forest of\nchimney-pots and tiled and gabled roofs.It is the hour to dine, and with this thought uppermost in every one's\nmind studio doors are slammed and night-keys tucked in pockets.And arm\nin arm the poet and the artist swing along to that evening Mecca of good\nBohemians--the Boulevard St.[Illustration: (basket of flowers)]\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER II\n\nTHE BOULEVARD ST.MICHEL\n\n\nFrom the Place St.Michel, this ever gay and crowded boulevard ascends a\nlong incline, up which the tired horses tug at the traces of the\nfiacres, and the big double-decked steam trams crawl, until they reach\nthe Luxembourg Gardens,--and so on a level road as far as the Place de\nl'Observatoire.Within this length lies the life of the \"Boul' Miche.\"Nearly every highway has its popular side, and on the \"Boul' Miche\" it\nis the left one, coming up from the Seine.Here are the cafes, and from\n5 P.M.until long past midnight, the life of the Quartier pours by\nthem--students, soldiers, families, poets, artists, sculptors, wives,\nand sweethearts; bicycle girls, the modern grisette, the shop girl, and\nthe model; fakirs, beggars, and vagrants.Yet the word vagrant is a\nmisnomer in this city, where economy has reached a finesse that is\nmarvelous.That fellow, in filth and rags, shuffling along, his eyes\nscrutinizing, like a hungry rat,", "question": "What is north of the bedroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The next\ninstant, he has raked the butt of your discarded cigarette from beneath\nyour feet with the dexterity of a croupier.The butt he adds to the\ncollection in his filthy pocket, and shuffles on to the next cafe.It\nwill go so far at least toward paying for his absinthe.He is hungry,\nbut it is the absinthe for which he is working.He is a \"marchand de\nmegots\"; it is his profession.[Illustration: TERRACE TAVERNE DU PANTHEON]\n\nOne finds every type of restaurant, tavern, and cafe along the \"Boul'\nMiche.\"There are small restaurants whose plat du jour might be traced\nto some faithful steed finding a final oblivion in a brown sauce and\nonions--an important item in a course dinner, to be had with wine\nincluded for one franc fifty.There are brasseries too, gloomy by day\nand brilliant by night (dispensing good Munich beer in two shades, and\nGerman and French food), whose rich interiors in carved black oak,\nimitation gobelin, and stained glass are never half illumined until the\nlights are lit.[Illustration: A \"TYPE\"]\n\nAll day, when the sun blazes, and the awnings are down, sheltering those\nchatting on the terrace, the interiors of these brasseries appear dark\nand cavernous.The clientele is somber too, and in keeping with the place; silent\npoets, long haired, pale, and always writing; serious-minded lawyers,\nlunching alone, and fat merchants who eat and drink methodically.Then there are bizarre cafes, like the d'Harcourt, crowded at night with\nnoisy women tawdry in ostrich plumes, cheap feather boas, and much\nrouge.The d'Harcourt at midnight is ablaze with light, but the crowd is\ncommon and you move on up the boulevard under the trees, past the shops\nfull of Quartier fashions--velvet coats, with standing collars buttoning\nclose under the chin; flamboyant black silk scarfs tied in a huge bow;\nqueer broad-brimmed, black hats without which no \"types\" wardrobe is\ncomplete.On the corner facing the square, and opposite the Luxembourg gate, is\nthe Taverne du Pantheon.The bathroom is north of the hallway.This is the most brilliant cafe and restaurant\nof the Quarter, forming a V with its long terrace, at the corner of the\nboulevard and the rue Soufflot, at the head of which towers the superb\ndome of the Pantheon.[Illustration: (view of Pantheon from Luxembourg gate)]\n\nIt is 6 P.M.The kitchen is north of the bathroom.and the terrace, four rows deep with little round tables,\nis rapidly filling.The white-aproned garcons are hurrying about or\nsqueezing past your table, as they take the various orders.\"Deux pernod nature, deux!\"cries another, and presently the \"Omnibus\"\nin his black apron hurries to your table, holding between his knuckles,", "question": "What is the bathroom south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "[Illustration: ALONG THE \"BOUL' MICHE\"]\n\nIt is the custom to do most of one's correspondence in these cafes.The\ngarcon brings you a portfolio containing note-paper, a bottle of violet\nink, an impossible pen that spatters, and a sheet of pink blotting-paper\nthat does not absorb.The bathroom is north of the hallway.With these and your aperitif, the place is yours\nas long as you choose to remain.No one will ask you to \"move on\" or pay\nthe slightest attention to you.The horizontal cut, through the sap-wood\nand to the center of the heart, shows the life lines of the tree, and\ncarefully planed as are this portion, the perpendicular and the beveled\nsections, the grain of the wood can thus be plainly seen.That these may\nbe made even more valuable to the architect and artisan, the right half\nof this planed surface will be carefully polished, and the left half\nleft in the natural state.This portion of the scheme of treatment is\nentirely in the interests of architects and artisans, and it is expected\nby Prof.Bickmore that it will be the means of securing for some kinds\nof trees, essentially of American growth, and which have been virtually\nneglected, an important place in architecture and in ornamental\nwood-work, and so give a commercial value to woods that are now of\ncomparatively little value.Among the many curious specimens in the collection now being prepared\nfor exhibition, one which will excite the greatest curiosity is a\nspecimen of the honey locust, which was brought here from Missouri.The bark is covered with a growth of thorns from one to four inches\nin length, sharp as needles, and growing at irregular intervals.The\nspecimen arrived here in perfect condition, but, in order that it might\nbe transported without injury, it had to be suspended from the roof of\na box car, and thus make its trip from Southern Missouri to this city\nwithout change.Another strange specimen in the novel collection is a\nportion of the Yucca tree, an abnormal growth of the lily family.The\ntrunk, about 2 feet in diameter, is a spongy mass, not susceptible of\ntreatment to which the other specimens are subjected.The bathroom is south of the office.Its bark is an\nirregular stringy, knotted mass, with porcupine-quill-like leaves\nspringing out in place of the limbs that grow from all well-regulated\ntrees.One specimen of the yucca was sent to the museum two years ago,\nand though the roots and top of the tree were sawn off, shoots sprang\nout, and a number of the handsome flowers appeared.The tree was\nsupposed to be dead and thoroughly seasoned by this Fall, but now, when\nthe workmen are ready to prepare it for exhibition, it has shown new\nlife, new shoots have appeared, and two tufts of green now decorate the\notherwise dry and withered log, and the yucca promises to bloom again\nbefore the winter is over.One of the most perfect specimens of the\nDouglass spruce ever seen is in the collection, and is a decided\ncuriosity.It is", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Its bark,\ntwo inches or more in thickness, is perforated with holes reaching to\nthe-sap-wood.Many of these contain acorns, or the remains of acorns,\nwhich have been stored there by provident woodpeckers, who dug the holes\nin the bark and there stored their winter supply of food.The oldest\nspecimen in the collection is a section of the _Picea engelmanni_, a\nspecies of spruce growing in the Rocky Mountains at a considerable\nelevation above the sea.The specimen is 24 inches in diameter, and the\nconcentric circles show its age to be 410 years.The wood much resembles\nthe black spruce, and is the most valuable of the Rocky Mountain\ngrowths.A specimen of the nut pine, whose nuts are used for food by the\nIndians, is only 15 inches in diameter, and yet its life lines show its\nage to be 369 years.The largest specimen yet received is a section of\nthe white ash, which is 46 inches in diameter and 182 years old.The garden is east of the bathroom.The\nnext largest specimen is a section of the _Platanus occidentalis_,\nvariously known in commerce as the sycamore, button-wood, or plane tree,\nwhich is 42 inches in diameter and only 171 years of age.Specimens of\nthe redwood tree of California are now on their way to this city from\nthe Yosemite Valley.One specimen, though a small one, measures 5 feet\nin diameter and shows the character of the wood.A specimen of\nthe enormous growths of this tree was not secured because of the\nimpossibility of transportation and the fact that there would be no room\nin the museum for the storage of such a specimen, for the diameter of\nthe largest tree of the class is 45 feet and 8 inches, which represents\na circumference of about 110 feet.Then, too, the Californians object to\nhave the giant trees cut down for commercial, scientific, or any other\npurposes.To accompany these specimens of the woods of America, Mr.Morris K.\nJesup, who has paid all the expense incurred in the collection of\nspecimens, is having prepared as an accompanying portion of the\nexhibition water color drawings representing the actual size, color,\nand appearance of the fruit, foliage, and flowers of the various trees.Their commercial products, as far as they can be obtained, will also be\nexhibited, as, for instance, in the case of the long-leaved pine, the\ntar, resin, and pitch, for which it is especially valued.The bedroom is west of the bathroom.Then, too, in\nan herbarium the fruits, leaves, and flowers are preserved as nearly as\npossible in their natural state.When the collection is ready for public\nview next spring it will be not only the largest, but the only complete\none of its kind in the country.There is nothing like it in the world,\nas far as is known; certainly not in the royal museums of England,\nFrance, or Germany.Aside from the value of the collection, in a scientific way, it is\nproposed to make it an adjunct to our educational system, which requires\nthat teachers shall instruct pupils as to the materials used for food", "question": "What is the bathroom west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The completeness of the exhibition will be of great\nassistance also to landscape gardeners, as it will enable them to lay\nout private and public parks so that the most striking effects of\nfoliage may be secured.The beauty of these effects can best be seen in\nthis country in our own Central Park, where there are more different\nvarieties and more combinations for foliage effects than in any other\narea in the United States.To ascertain how these effects are obtained\none now has to go to much trouble to learn the names of the trees.With\nthis exhibition such information can be had merely by observation, for\nthe botanical and common names of each specimen will be attached to\nit.It will also be of practical use in teaching the forester how to\ncultivate trees as he would other crops.The rapid disappearance of\nmany valuable forest trees, with the increase in demand and decrease in\nsupply, will tend to make the collection valuable as a curiosity in\nthe not far distant future as representing the extinct trees of the\ncountry.--_N.Y.*       *       *       *       *\n\nA catalogue, containing brief notices of many important scientific\npapers heretofore published in the SUPPLEMENT, may be had gratis at this\noffice.As they sang the words of this noble chorus the Tories seemed to become\ninspired with lofty enthusiasm.It is of course impossible to say for\ncertain, but probably as they sang there arose before their exalted\nimaginations, a vision of the Past, and looking down the long vista of\nthe years that were gone, they saw that from their childhood they had\nbeen years of poverty and joyless toil.They saw their fathers and\nmothers, weaned and broken with privation and excessive labour, sinking\nunhonoured into the welcome oblivion of the grave.And then, as a change came over the spirit of their dream, they saw the\nFuture, with their own children travelling along the same weary road to\nthe same kind of goal.It is possible that visions of this character were conjured up in their\nminds by the singing, for the words of the song gave expression to\ntheir ideal of what human life should be.The kitchen is south of the bedroom.That was all they wanted--to\nbe allowed to work like brutes for the benefit of other people.They\ndid not want to be civilized themselves and they intended to take good\ncare that the children they had brought into the world should never\nenjoy the benefits of civilization either.As they often said:\n\n'Who and what are our children that they shouldn't be made to work for\ntheir betters?They're not Gentry's children, are they?The good\nthings of life was never meant for the likes of them.That's wot the likes of them was made for, and if we can only get\nTariff Reform for 'em they will always be sure of plenty of it--not\nonly Full Time, but Overtime!The bathroom is north of the bedroom.As for edication, travellin' in furrin'\nparts, an' enjoying life an' all sich things as that, they was never\nmeant for the likes of our children--", "question": "What is north of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The office is east of the bathroom.Our children is only like so much dirt compared with\nGentry's children!That's wot the likes of us is made for--to Work for\nGentry, so as they can 'ave plenty of time to enjoy theirselves; and\nthe Gentry is made to 'ave a good time so as the likes of us can 'ave\nPlenty of Work.'There were several more verses, and by the time they had sung them all,\nthe Tories were in a state of wild enthusiasm.Even Ned Dawson, who\nhad fallen asleep with his head pillowed on his arms on the table,\nroused himself up at the end of each verse, and after having joined in\nthe chorus, went to sleep again.At the end of the song they gave three cheers for Tariff Reform and\nPlenty of Work, and then Crass, who, as the singer of the last song,\nhad the right to call upon the next man, nominated Philpot, who\nreceived an ovation when he stood up, for he was a general favourite.The hallway is west of the bathroom.He never did no harm to nobody, and he was always wiling to do anyone a\ngood turn whenever he had the opportunity.Shouts of 'Good old Joe'\nresounded through the room as he crossed over to the piano, and in\nresponse to numerous requests for 'The old song' he began to sing 'The\nFlower Show':\n\n        'Whilst walkin' out the other night, not knowing where to go\n        I saw a bill upon a wall about a Flower Show.So I thought the flowers I'd go and see to pass away the night.And when I got into that Show it was a curious sight.So with your kind intention and a little of your aid,\n        Tonight some flowers I'll mention which I hope will never fade.'Omnes:\n        To-night some flowers I'll mention which I hope will never fade.'There were several more verses, from which it appeared that the\nprincipal flowers in the Show were the Rose, the Thistle and the\nShamrock.When he had finished, the applause was so deafening and the demands for\nan encore so persistent that to satisfy them he sang another old\nfavourite--'Won't you buy my pretty flowers?''Ever coming, ever going,\n        Men and women hurry by,\n        Heedless of the tear-drops gleaming,\n        In her sad and wistful eye\n        How her little heart is sighing\n        Thro' the cold and dreary hours,\n        Only listen to her crying,\n        \"Won't you buy my pretty flowers?\"'When the last verse of this sang had been sung five er six times,\nPhilpot exercised his right of nominating the next singer, and called\nupon Dick Wantley, who with many suggestive gestures and grimaces sang\n'Put me amongst the girls', and afterwards called upon Payne, the", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "There was a lot of what music-hall artists call 'business' attached to\nhis song, and as he proceeded, Payne, who was ghastly pale and very\nnervous, went through a lot of galvanic motions and gestures, bowing\nand scraping and sliding about and flourishing his handkerchief in\nimitation of the courtly graces of the Marquis.During this\nperformance the audience maintained an appalling silence, which so\nembarrassed Payne that before he was half-way through the song he had\nto stop because he could not remember the rest.However, to make up\nfor this failure he sang another called 'We all must die, like the fire\nin the grate'.The garden is south of the office.This also was received in a very lukewarm manner by the\ncrowd, same of whom laughed and others suggested that if he couldn't\nsing any better than that, the sooner HE was dead the better.This was followed by another Tory ballad, the chorus being as follows:\n\n        His clothes may be ragged, his hands may be soiled.But where's the disgrace if for bread he has toiled.His 'art is in the right place, deny it no one can\n        The backbone of Old England is the honest workin' man.'After a few more songs it was decided to adjourn to a field at the rear\nof the tavern to have a game of cricket.Sides were formed, Rushton,\nDidlum, Grinder, and the other gentlemen taking part just as if they\nwere only common people, and while the game was in progress the rest\nplayed ring quoits or reclined on the grass watching the players,\nwhilst the remainder amused themselves drinking beer and playing cards\nand shove-ha'penny in the bar parlour, or taking walks around the\nvillage sampling the beer at the other pubs, of which there were three.The time passed in this manner until seven o'clock, the hour at which\nit had been arranged to start on the return journey; but about a\nquarter of an hour before they set out an unpleasant incident occurred.The bathroom is north of the office.During the time that they were playing cricket a party of glee singers,\nconsisting of four young girls and five men, three of whom were young\nfellows, the other two being rather elderly, possibly the fathers of\nsome of the younger members of the party, came into the field and sang\nseveral part songs for their entertainment.She discovered in the library a well-written book on\ntravel in the tropics, and soon had them absorbed in its pages, the\ndescriptions being much enhanced in interest by contrast with the winter\nlandscape outside.Clifford had several volumes on the culture of\nflowers, and under her guidance and that of Webb she began to prepare for\nthe practical out-door work of spring with great zest.In the meantime she\nwas assiduous in the care of the house plants, and read all she could find\nin regard to the species and varieties represented in the little\nflower-room.It became a source of genuine amusement to start with a\nfamiliar house plant and trace out all its botanical relatives, with their\nexceedingly", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"These plant families,\" she said one day, \"are as curiously diverse as\nhuman families.Group them together and you can see plainly that they\nbelong to one another, and yet they differ so widely.\"\"As widely as Webb and I,\" put in Burt.\"Burt is what you would call a rampant grower, running more to wood and\nfoliage than anything else,\" Leonard remarked.\"I didn't say that,\" said Amy.\"Moreover, I learned from my reading that\nmany of the strong-growing plants become in maturity the most productive\nof flowers or fruit.\"It's a fault that will mend every day,\" she\nreplied, with a smile that was so arch and genial that he mentally\nassured himself that he never would be disheartened in his growing\npurpose to make Amy more than a sister.CHAPTER XII\n\nA MOUNTAINEER'S HOVEL\n\n\nOne winter noon Leonard returned from his superintendence of the\nwood-cutting in the mountains.At the dinner-table be remarked: \"I have\nheard to-day that the Lumley family are in great destitution, as usual.It is useless to help them, and yet one cannot sit down to a dinner like\nthis in comfort while even the Lumleys are hungry.\"\"Hunger is their one good trait,\" said Webb.\"Under its incentive they\ncontribute the smallest amount possible to the world's work.\"\"I shouldn't mind,\" resumed Leonard, \"if Lumley and his wife were pinched\nsharply.Indeed, it would give me solid satisfaction had I the power to\nmake those people work steadily for a year, although they would regard it\nas the worst species of cruelty.The garden is east of the bedroom.They have a child, however, I am told,\nand for its sake I must go and see after them.Come with me, Amy, and I\npromise that you will be quite contented when you return home.\"It was rather late in the afternoon when the busy Leonard appeared at the\ndoor in his strong one-horse sleigh with its movable seat, and Amy found\nthat he had provided an ample store of vegetables, flour, etc.She\nstarted upon the expedition with genuine zest, to which every mile of\nprogress added.The clouded sky permitted only a cold gray light, in which everything\nstood out with wonderful distinctness.Even the dried weeds with their\nshrivelled seed-vessels were sharply defined against the snow.The beech\nleaves which still clung to the trees were bleached and white, but the\nfoliage on the lower branches of the oaks was almost black against the\nhillside.The bedroom is east of the kitchen.At times Leonard would stop\nhis horse, and when the jingle of the sleigh-bells ceased the silence was\nprofound.Every vestige of life had disappeared in the still woods, or\nwas hidden by the snow.\"How lonely and dreary it all looks!\"\"That is why I like to look at a scene like this,\" Leonard replied.\"When I get home I see it all again--all its cold desolation--and it\nmakes Maggie's room, with her and the children around me, seem like\nheaven.\"But oh, the contrast to", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "A dim glow of firelight shone through the frosted\nwindow-panes of a miserable dwelling, as they emerged in the twilight\nfrom the narrow track in the growing timber.In response to a rap on the\ndoor, a gruff, thick voice said, \"Come in.\"Leonard, with a heavy basket on his arm, entered, followed closely by\nAmy, who, in her surprise, looked with undisguised wonder at the scene\nbefore her.The garden is north of the bedroom.Indeed, it seemed\nlike profanation of the word to call the bare, uncleanly room by that\nsweetest of English words.Her eyes\nwere not resting on decent poverty, but upon uncouth, repulsive want; and\nthis awful impoverishment was not seen in the few articles of cheap,\ndilapidated furniture so clearly as in the dull, sodden faces of the man\nand woman who kennelled there.No trace of manhood or womanhood was\nvisible--and no animal is so repulsive as a man or woman imbruted.The man rose unsteadily to his feet and said: \"Evenin', Mr.The woman had not the grace or the power to acknowledge their presence,\nbut after staring stolidly for a moment or two at her visitors through\nher dishevelled hair, turned and cowered over the hearth again, her\nelfish locks falling forward and hiding her face.The wretched smoky fire they maintained was the final triumph and\nrevelation of their utter shiftlessness.The bedroom is north of the bathroom.With square miles of woodland\nall about them, they had prepared no billets of suitable size.The man\nhad merely cut down two small trees, lopped off their branches, and\ndragged them into the room.Their butt-ends were placed together on the\nhearth, whence the logs stretched like the legs of a compass to the two\nfurther corners of the room.Amy, in the uncertain light, had nearly\nstumbled over one of them.As the logs burned away they were shoved\ntogether on the hearth from time to time, the woman mechanically throwing\non dry sticks from a pile near her when the greed wood ceased to blaze.Both man and woman were partially intoxicated, and the latter was so\nstupefied as to be indifferent to the presence of strangers.While\nLeonard was seeking to obtain from the man some intelligible account of\ntheir condition, and bringing in his gifts, Amy gazed around, with her\nfair young face full of horror and disgust.Then her attention was\narrested by a feeble cry from a cradle in a dusky corner beyond the\nwoman, and to the girl's heart it was indeed a cry of distress, all the\nmore pathetic because of the child's helplessness, and unconsciousness of\nthe wretched life to which it seemed inevitably destined.She stepped to the cradle's side, and saw a pallid little creature, puny\nand feeble from neglect.The Boston, in its completed form, resolves itself into a sort of\nwalking movement, so natural and easy that it may be enjoyed for a\nwhole evening without more fatigue than would be the result of a single\nhour of the Waltz and Two-Step.Aside from the attractiveness of the Boston as a social dance,", "question": "What is north of the bedroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The action is so adjusted as to provide the\nmaximum of muscular exercise and the minimum of physical effort.This\ntends towards the conservation of energy, and produces and maintains, at\nthe same time an evenness of blood pressure and circulation.The\nmovements also necessitate a constant exercise of the ankles and insteps\nwhich is very strengthening to those parts, and cannot fail to raise and\nsupport the arch of the foot.The bedroom is south of the hallway.Taken from any standpoint, the Boston is one of the most worthy forms of\nthe social dance ever devised, and the distortions of position which\nare now occasionally practiced must soon give way to the genuinely\nrefining influence of the action.[Illustration]\n\nOf the various forms of the Boston, there is little to be said beyond\nthe description of the manner of their execution, which will be treated\nin the following pages.It is hoped that this book will help toward a more complete\nunderstanding of the beauties and attractions of the Boston, and further\nthe proper appreciation of it._All descriptions of dances given in this book relate to the lady's\npart.The gentleman's is exactly the same, but in the countermotion._\n\n\nTHE LONG BOSTON\n\nThe ordinary form of the Boston as described in the foregoing pages is\ncommonly known as the \"Long\" Boston to distinguish it from other forms\nand variations.It is danced in 3/4 time, either Waltz or Mazurka, and\nat any tempo desired.As this is the fundamental form of the Boston, it\nshould be thoroughly acquired before undertaking any other.[Illustration]\n\n\nTHE SHORT BOSTON\n\nThe \"Short\" Boston differs from the \"Long\" Boston only in measure.It is\ndanced in either 2/4 or 6/8 time, and the first movement (in 2/4 time)\noccupies the duration of a quarter-note.The second and third movements\neach occupy the duration of an eighth-note.Thus, there exists between\nthe \"Long\" and the \"Short\" Boston the same difference as between the\nWaltz and the Galop.In the more rapid forms of the \"Short\" Boston, the\nrising and sinking upon the second and third movements naturally take\nthe form of a hop or skip.The hallway is south of the garden.The dance is more enjoyable and less\nfatiguing in moderate tempo.THE OPEN BOSTON\n\nThe \"Open\" Boston contains two parts of eight measures each.The first\npart is danced in the positions shown in the illustrations facing pages\n8 and 10, and the second part consists of 8 measures of the \"Long\"\nBoston.In the first part, the dancers execute three Boston steps forward,\nwithout turning, and one Boston step turning (towards the partner) to\nface directly backward (1/2 turn).This is followed by three Boston steps backward (without turning) in the\nposition shown in the illustration facing page 10, followed by one\nBoston step turning (toward the partner) and finishing in regular Waltz\nPosition for the execution of the second part.[Illustration]\n\n\nTHE BOSTON DIP\n\nThe \"Dip\" is a combination dance in 3/4 or 3/8 time, and contains 4\nmeasures of the", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Swing the right foot to the right, and put it down directly at the side\nof the left (count 1); hop on the right foot and swing the left across\nin front (count 2); fall back upon the right foot (count 3); put down\nthe left foot, crossing in front of the right, and transfer weight to it\n(count 4); with right foot step a whole step to the right (count 5); and\nfinish by bringing the left foot against the right, where it receives\nthe weight (count 6).In executing the hop upon counts 2 and 3 of the third measure, the\nmovement must be so far delayed that the falling back will exactly\ncoincide with the third count of the music.[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE TURKEY TROT\n\n_Preparation:--Side Position of the Waltz._\n\n\nDuring the first four measures take four Boston steps without turning\n(lady forward, gentleman backward), and bending the supporting knee,\nstretch the free foot backward, (lady's left, gentleman's right) as\nshown in the illustration opposite.Execute four drawing steps to the side (lady's right, gentleman's left)\nswaying the shoulders and body in the direction of the drawn foot, and\npointing with the free foot upon the fourth, as shown in figure.Eight whole turns, Short Boston or Two-Step.*       *       *       *       *\n\n  A splendid specimen for this dance will be found in \"The Gobbler\" by\n  J. Monroe.THE AEROPLANE GLIDE\n\n\nThe \"Aeroplane Glide\" is very similar to the Boston Dip.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.It is supposed\nto represent the start of the flight of an aeroplane, and derives its\nname from that fact.The sole difference between the \"Dip\" and \"Aeroplane\" consists in the\nsix running steps which make up the first two measures.Of these running\nsteps, which are executed sidewise and with alternate crossings, before\nand behind, only the fourth, at the beginning of the second measure\nrequires special description.Upon this step, the supporting knee is\nnoticeably bended to coincide with the accent of the music.The rest of the dance is identical with the \"Dip\".[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE TANGO\n\n\nThe Tango is a Spanish American dance which contains much of the\npeculiar charm of the other Spanish dances, and its execution depends\nlargely upon the ability of the dancers so to grasp the rhythm of the\nmusic as to interpret it by their movements.The steps are all simple,\nand the dancers are permitted to vary or improvise the figures at will.Of these figures the two which follow are most common, and lend\nthemselves most readily to verbal description.The office is east of the bedroom.1\n\nThe partners face one another as in Waltz Position.Swing the right foot to the right, and put it down directly at the side\nof the left (count 1); hop on the right foot and swing the left across\nin front (count 2); fall back upon the right foot (count 3);", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "In executing the hop upon counts 2 and 3 of the third measure, the\nmovement must be so far delayed that the falling back will exactly\ncoincide with the third count of the music.[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE TURKEY TROT\n\n_Preparation:--Side Position of the Waltz._\n\n\nDuring the first four measures take four Boston steps without turning\n(lady forward, gentleman backward), and bending the supporting knee,\nstretch the free foot backward, (lady's left, gentleman's right) as\nshown in the illustration opposite.Execute four drawing steps to the side (lady's right, gentleman's left)\nswaying the shoulders and body in the direction of the drawn foot, and\npointing with the free foot upon the fourth, as shown in figure.Eight whole turns, Short Boston or Two-Step.*       *       *       *       *\n\n  A splendid specimen for this dance will be found in \"The Gobbler\" by\n  J. Monroe.THE AEROPLANE GLIDE\n\n\nThe \"Aeroplane Glide\" is very similar to the Boston Dip.It is supposed\nto represent the start of the flight of an aeroplane, and derives its\nname from that fact.The sole difference between the \"Dip\" and \"Aeroplane\" consists in the\nsix running steps which make up the first two measures.Of these running\nsteps, which are executed sidewise and with alternate crossings, before\nand behind, only the fourth, at the beginning of the second measure\nrequires special description.Upon this step, the supporting knee is\nnoticeably bended to coincide with the accent of the music.The rest of the dance is identical with the \"Dip\".[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE TANGO\n\n\nThe Tango is a Spanish American dance which contains much of the\npeculiar charm of the other Spanish dances, and its execution depends\nlargely upon the ability of the dancers so to grasp the rhythm of the\nmusic as to interpret it by their movements.The steps are all simple,\nand the dancers are permitted to vary or improvise the figures at will.Of these figures the two which follow are most common, and lend\nthemselves most readily to verbal description.1\n\nThe partners face one another as in Waltz Position.The gentleman takes\nthe lady's right hand in his left, and, stretching the arms to the full\nextent, holding them at the shoulder height, he places her right hand\nupon his left shoulder, and holds it there, as in the illustration\nopposite page 30.In starting, the gentleman throws his right shoulder slightly back and\nsteps directly backward with his left foot, while the lady follows\nforward with her right.In this manner both continue two steps, crossing\none foot over the other and then execute a half-turn in the same\ndirection.This is followed by four measures of the Two-Step and the\nwhole is repeated at will.[Illustration]\n\n\nTANGO No.2\n\nThis variant starts from the same position as Tango No.The garden is west of the bathroom.TheThe bathroom is west of the bedroom.", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "These steps to the side should be marked by the swaying of the bodies as\nthe feet are drawn together on the second count of the measure, and the\nwhole is followed by 8 measures of the Two-Step.IDEAL MUSIC FOR THE \"BOSTON\"\n\n\nPIANO SOLO\n\n(_Also to be had for Full or Small Orchestra_)\n\nLOVE'S AWAKENING           _J.Danglas_       .60\nON THE WINGS OF DREAM      _J.Danglas_       .60\nFRISSON (Thrill!)Sinibaldi_     .50\nLOVE'S TRIUMPH             _A.Daniele_       .60\nDOUCEMENT                  _G.Robert_        .60\nVIENNOISE                  _A.Duval_         .60\n\nThese selected numbers have attained success, not alone for their\nattractions of melody and rich harmony, but for their rhythmical\nflexibility and perfect adaptedness to the \"Boston.\"FOR THE TURKEY TROT\n\nEspecially recommended\n\nTHE GOBBLER                _J.Monroe_        .50\n\n\nAny of the foregoing compositions will be supplied on receipt of\none-half the list price.The office is east of the bedroom.PUBLISHED BY\n\nTHE BOSTON MUSIC COMPANY 26 & 28 WEST ST., BOSTON, MASS.TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES:\n\n\n  Text in italics is surrounded with underscores: _italics_.Already\nshe delighted in the hope that he liked her better than he did some of\nthe other girls--scornful girls who came from wealthy homes, and wore\nbetter dresses than any of the despised Lawton brood could ever hope to\nhave.Silk dresses, opened boldly at the throat, and with long trains\ntricked out with imitation garlands.They were worn now by older\ngirls--hard-faced, jealous, cruel creatures--and these sat in a room\nwith lace curtains and luxurious furniture.And some laughed with a ring\nlike brass in their voices, and some wept furtively in comers, and some\ncursed their God and all living things; and there was the odor of wine\nand the uproar of the piano, and over all a great, ceaseless shame and\nterror.Escape from this should be made at all hazards; and the long, incredibly\nfearful flight, with pursuit always pressing hot upon her, the evil\nfangs of the wolf-pack snapping in the air all about her frightened\nears, led to a peaceful, soft-carpeted forest, where the low setting\nsun spread a red light amongThe hallway is east of the office.", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Against this deep,\nfar-distant sky there was the figure of a man coming.For him she waited\nwith a song in her heart.It was Reuben Tracy, and\nhe was too gentle and good not to see her when he passed.She would call\nout to him--and lo!Horace was with her, and held her hand; and they both gazed with\nterrified longing after Tracy, and could not cry out to him for the\nawful dumbness that was on them.The bedroom is south of the office.And when he, refusing to see them,\nspread out his arms in anger, the whole great forest began to sway and\ncircle dizzily, and huge trees toppled, rocks crashed downward, gaunt\ngiant reptiles rose from yawning caves with hideous slimy eyes in a\nlurid ring about her.And she would save Horace with her life, and\nfought like mad, bleeding and maimed and frenzied, until the weight\nof mountains piled upon her breast held her down in helpless, choking\nhorror.Then only came the power to scream, and--\n\nOut of the roar of confusion and darkness came suddenly a hush and the\nreturn of light.She was lying in the curtained bed, and a tender hand\nwas pressing soft cool linen to her lips.Opening her eyes in tranquil weakness, she saw two men standing at her\nbedside.He who held the cloth in his hand was Dr.Lester, whom she\nremembered very well.The other--he whose head was bowed, and whose eyes\nwere fastened upon hers with a pained and affrighted gaze--was Horace\nBoyce.In her soul she smiled at him, but no answering softness came to his\nharrowed face.\u201cI told your father everything,\u201d she heard the doctor say in a low tone.I happened to have attended her, by\nthe merest chance, when her child was born.\u201d\n\n\u201cHer child?\u201d the other asked, in the same low, far-away voice.He is in Thessaly now, a boy nearly six years\nold.\u201d\n\n\u201cGood God!I never knew--\u201d\n\n\u201cYou seem to have taken precious good care not to know,\u201d said the\ndoctor, with grave dislike.\u201cThis is the time and place to speak plainly\nto you, Boyce.This poor girl has come to her death through the effort\nto save you from disgrace.She supposed you lived here, and dragged\nherself here to help you.\u201d Jessica heard the sentence of doom without\neven a passing thought.The bedroom is north of the hallway.Every energy left in her feebly fluttering\nbrain was concentrated upon the question, _Is_ he saved?Vaguely the\ncircumstances of the papers, of the threats against Horace, of her\ndesires and actions, seemed to come back to her memory.She waited in\ndazed suspense to hear what Horace would say; but he only hung his head\nthe lower, and left the doctor to go on.\u201cShe raved for hours last night,\u201d he said, \u201cafter the women had got her\nto bed, and we", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "First she would plead with Tracy, then she would\nappeal to you to fly, and so backwards and forwards, until she wore\nherself out.The papers she had got hold of--they must have slipped out\nof Gedney\u2019s pocket into the sleigh.I suppose you know that I took them\nback to Tracy this morning?\u201d\n\nStill Horace made no answer, but bent that crushed and vacant gaze\nupon her face.She marvelled that he could not see she was awake and\nconscious, and still more that the strength and will to speak were\nwithheld from her.The dreadful pressure upon her breast was making\nitself felt again, and the painful sound of the labored breathing took\non the sombre rhythm of a distant death-chant.No: still the doctor went on:\n\n\u201cTracy will be here in a few minutes.He\u2019s terribly upset by the thing,\nand has gone first to tell the news at the Minsters\u2019.Do you want to see\nhim when he comes?\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t know what I want,\u201d said Horace, gloomily.\u201cIf I were you, I would go straight to him and say frankly, \u2018I have been\na damned fool, and a still damneder hypocrite, and I throw myself on\nyour mercy.\u2019 He\u2019s the tenderest-hearted man alive, and this sight here\nwill move him.Upon my word, I can hardly keep the tears out of my eyes\nmyself.\u201d\n\nJessica saw as through a mist that these two men\u2019s faces, turned upon\nher, were softened with a deep compassion.Then suddenly the power to\nspeak came to her.It was a puny and unnatural voice which fell upon her\nears--low and hoarsely grating, and the product of much pain.\u201cGo away--doctor,\u201d she murmured.\u201cLeave him here.\u201d\n\nHorace sat softly upon the edge of the bed, and gathered her two hands\ntenderly in his.He did not attempt to keep back the tears which welled\nto his eyes, nor did he try to talk.Thus they were together for what\nseemed a long time, surrounded by a silence which was full of voices\nto them both.A wan smile settled upon her face as she held him in her\nintent gaze.\u201cTake the boy,\u201d she whispered at last; \u201che is Horace, too.Don\u2019t let him\nlie--ever--to any girl.\u201d\n\nThe young man groaned in spite of himself, and for answer gently pressed\nher hands.\u201cI promise you that, Jess,\u201d he said, after a time, in a\nbroken voice.The kitchen is east of the garden.He bent over and kissed her on the forehead.The damp\nroughness of the skin chilled and terrified him, but the radiance on her\nface deepened.\u201cIt hurts--to breathe,\u201d she said, after a time with a glance of\naffectionate apology in her smile.Subdued noises were faintly heard now in the hallway outside,The bedroom is west of the garden.", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "After a moment\u2019s hesitation Reuben Tracy tiptoed his way to\nthe bedside, and stood gravely behind and above his former partner.\u201cIs she conscious?\u201d he asked of Boyce, in a tremulous whisper; and\nHorace, bending his head still lower, murmured between choking sobs: \u201cIt\nis Mr.Tracy, Jess, come to say--to see you.\u201d\n\nHer eyes brightened with intelligence.The garden is east of the hallway.Their responsibility in\ngiving evidence is only second to that of the Bishop, whose decision\nrests upon the evidence they give.Then, there is the testimony of the Clergy.No layman is accepted by\nthe Bishop for Ordination without _Letters Testimonial_--i.e.the\ntestimony of three beneficed Clergymen, to whom he is well known.These Clergy must certify that \"we have had opportunity of observing\nhis conduct, and we do believe him, in our consciences, and as to his\nmoral conduct, a fit person to be admitted to the Sacred Ministry\".Each signature must be countersigned by the signatory's own Bishop, who\nthus guarantees the Clergyman's moral fitness to certify.Lastly, comes the Bishop himself, who, from first to last, is in close\ntouch with the Candidate, and who almost invariably helps to prepare\nhim personally in his own house during the week before his Ordination.In addition to University testimony,\nevidence of the Candidate's {142} intellectual fitness is given to the\nBishop, as in the case of Priests, by his Examining Chaplains.Some\nmonths before the Ordination, the Candidate is examined, and the\nExaminer's Report sent in to the Bishop.The standard of intellectual\nfitness has differed at various ages, in different parts of the Church,\nand no one standard can be laid down.Assuming that the average\nproportion of people in a parish will be (on a generous calculation) as\ntwelve Jurymen to one Judge, the layman called to the Diaconate should,\nat least, be equal in intellectual attainment to \"the layman\" called to\nthe Bar.The hallway is east of the office.It does sometimes happen that evidence is given by Clergy, or laity,\nwhich leads the Bishop to reject the Candidate on moral grounds.It\ndoes sometimes happen that the Candidate is rejected or postponed on\nintellectual grounds.It does, it must, sometimes happen that mistakes\nare made: God alone is infallible.But, if due care is taken, publicly\nand privately, and if the laity, as well as the Clergy, do their duty,\nthe Bishop's risk of a wrong judgment is reduced to a very small\nminimum.A \"fit\" Clergy is so much the concern of the laity, that they may well\nbe reminded of their {143} parts and duties in the Ordination of a\nDeacon.Liddon says, \"the strength of the Church does not\nconsist in the number of pages in its 'Clerical Directory,' but in the\nsum total of the moral and spiritual force which she has at her\ncommand\".[1] \"The Threefold Ministry,\" writes Bishop Lightfoot, \"can", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "And he adds, speaking of his hearty desire for union\nwith the Dissenters, \"we cannot surrender for any immediate advantages\nthe threefold Ministry which we have inherited from Apostolic times,\nand which is the historic backbone of the Church\" (\"Ep.[2] The Welsh Bishops did not transmit Episcopacy to us, but rather\ncame into us.[3] In a book called _Registrum Sacrum Anglicanum_, Bishop Stubbs has\ntraced the name, date of Consecration, names of Consecrators, and in\nmost cases place of Consecration, of every Bishop in the Church of\nEngland from the Consecration of Augustine.[4] The Bishops are one of the three Estates of the Realm--Lords\nSpiritual, Lords Temporal, and Commons (not, as is so often said, King,\nLords, and Commons).The Archbishop of Canterbury is the first Peer of\nthe Realm, and has precedency immediately after the blood royal.The\nArchbishop of York has precedency over all Dukes, not being of royal\nblood, and over all the great officers of State, except the Lord\nChancellor.He has the privilege of crowning the Queen Consort.\"Encyclopedia of the Laws of England,\" vol.See Phillimore's \"Ecclesiastical Law,\"\nvol.The kitchen is north of the garden.[7] But see Skeat, whose references are to [Greek: kleros], \"a lot,\" in\nlate Greek, and the Clergy whose portion is the Lord (Deut.The [Greek: kleros] is thus the portion\nrather than the circumstance by which it is obtained, i.e.The garden is north of the office.[8] For example: farming more than a certain number of acres, or going\ninto Parliament.We deal now with the two last Sacraments under consideration--Penance\nand Unction.Penance is for the\nhealing of the soul, and indirectly of the body: Unction is for the\nhealing of the body, and indirectly of the soul.Thomas Aquinas, \"has been instituted to\nproduce one special effect, although it may produce, as consequences,\nother effects besides.\"It is so with these two Sacraments.Body and\nSoul are so involved, that what directly affects the one must\nindirectly affect the other.Thus, the direct effect of Penance on the\nsoul must indirectly affect the body, and the direct effect of Unction\non the body must indirectly affect the soul.{145}\n\n_Penance._\n\nThe word is derived from the Latin _penitentia_, penitence, and its\nroot-meaning (_poena_, punishment) suggests a punitive element in all\nreal repentance.It is used as a comprehensive term for confession of\nsin, punishment for sin, and the Absolution, or Remission of Sins.As\nBaptism was designed to recover the soul from original or inherited\nsin, so Penance was designed to recover the soul from actual or wilful\nsin....[1]  It is not, as in the case of infant Baptism, administered\nwholly irrespective of free will: it must be freely sought (\"if he\nh", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Thus, Confession must precede Absolution, and Penitence must precede\nand accompany Confession._Confession._\n\nHere we all start on common ground.the necessity of Confession (1) _to God_ (\"If we confess our sins, He\nis faithful and just to forgive us our sins\") {146} and (2) _to man_\n(\"Confess your faults one to another\").Further, we all agree that\nconfession to man is in reality confession to God (\"Against Thee, _Thee\nonly_, have I sinned\").Our only ground of difference is, not\n_whether_ we ought to confess, but _how_ we ought to confess.It is a\ndifference of method rather than of principle.There are two ways of confessing sins (whether to God, or to man), the\ninformal, and the formal.Most of us use one way; some the other; many\nboth.The hallway is south of the office._Informal Confession_.--Thank God, I can use this way at any, and at\nevery, moment of my life.They from one body issued; and throughout\nCaina thou mayst search, nor find a shade\nMore worthy in congealment to be fix'd,\nNot him, whose breast and shadow Arthur's land\nAt that one blow dissever'd, not Focaccia,\nNo not this spirit, whose o'erjutting head\nObstructs my onward view: he bore the name\nOf Mascheroni: Tuscan if thou be,\nWell knowest who he was: and to cut short\nAll further question, in my form behold\nWhat once was Camiccione.I await\nCarlino here my kinsman, whose deep guilt\nShall wash out mine.\"A thousand visages\nThen mark'd I, which the keen and eager cold\nHad shap'd into a doggish grin; whence creeps\nA shiv'ring horror o'er me, at the thought\nOf those frore shallows.While we journey'd on\nToward the middle, at whose point unites\nAll heavy substance, and I trembling went\nThrough that eternal chillness, I know not\nIf will it were or destiny, or chance,\nBut, passing'midst the heads, my foot did strike\nWith violent blow against the face of one.weeping, he exclaim'd,\n\"Unless thy errand be some fresh revenge\nFor Montaperto, wherefore troublest me?\"I thus: \"Instructor, now await me here,\nThat I through him may rid me of my doubt.The teacher paus'd,\nAnd to that shade I spake, who bitterly\nStill curs'd me in his wrath.\"What art thou, speak,\nThat railest thus on others?\"The garden is north of the office.He replied:\n\"Now who art thou, that smiting others' cheeks\nThrough Antenora roamest, with such force\nAs were past suff'rance, wert thou living still?\"\"And I am living, to thy joy perchance,\"\nWas my reply, \"if fame be dear to thee,\nThat with the rest I may thy name enrol.\"\"The contrary of what I covet most", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Ill knowest thou to flatter in this vale.\"The kitchen is south of the office.Then seizing on his hinder scalp, I cried:\n\"Name thee, or not a hair shall tarry here.\"\"Rend all away,\" he answer'd, \"yet for that\nI will not tell nor show thee who I am,\nThough at my head thou pluck a thousand times.\"Now I had grasp'd his tresses, and stript off\nMore than one tuft, he barking, with his eyes\nDrawn in and downward, when another cried,\n\"What ails thee, Bocca?Sound not loud enough\nThy chatt'ring teeth, but thou must bark outright?--\"Now,\" said I, \"be dumb,\nAccursed traitor!The kitchen is north of the bathroom.to thy shame of thee\nTrue tidings will I bear.\"--\"Off,\" he replied,\n\"Tell what thou list; but as thou escape from hence\nTo speak of him whose tongue hath been so glib,\nForget not: here he wails the Frenchman's gold.'Him of Duera,' thou canst say, 'I mark'd,\nWhere the starv'd sinners pine.'If thou be ask'd\nWhat other shade was with them, at thy side\nIs Beccaria, whose red gorge distain'd\nThe biting axe of Florence.Farther on,\nIf I misdeem not, Soldanieri bides,\nWith Ganellon, and Tribaldello, him\nWho op'd Faenza when the people slept.\"We now had left him, passing on our way,\nWhen I beheld two spirits by the ice\nPent in one hollow, that the head of one\nWas cowl unto the other; and as bread\nIs raven'd up through hunger, th' uppermost\nDid so apply his fangs to th' other's brain,\nWhere the spine joins it.Not more furiously\nOn Menalippus' temples Tydeus gnaw'd,\nThan on that skull and on its garbage he.\"O thou who show'st so beastly sign of hate\n'Gainst him thou prey'st on, let me hear,\" said I\n\"The cause, on such condition, that if right\nWarrant thy grievance, knowing who ye are,\nAnd what the colour of his sinning was,\nI may repay thee in the world above,\nIf that, wherewith I speak be moist so long.\"CANTO XXXIII\n\nHIS jaws uplifting from their fell repast,\nThat sinner wip'd them on the hairs o' th' head,\nWhich he behind had mangled, then began:\n\"Thy will obeying, I call up afresh\nSorrow past cure, which but to think of wrings\nMy heart, or ere I tell on't.But if words,\nThat I may utter, shall prove seed to bear\nFruit of eternal infamy to him,\nThe traitor whom I gnaw at, thou at once\nShalt see me speak and weep.Who thou mayst be\nI know not, nor how here below art come:\nBut Florentine thou seemest of a truth,\nWhen I do hear thee.Know I was", "question": "What is the bathroom south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Why I neighbour him so close,\nNow list.That through effect of his ill thoughts\nIn him my trust reposing, I was ta'en\nAnd after murder'd, need is not I tell.What therefore thou canst not have heard, that is,\nHow cruel was the murder, shalt thou hear,\nAnd know if he have wrong'd me.A small grate\nWithin that mew, which for my sake the name\nOf famine bears, where others yet must pine,\nAlready through its opening sev'ral moons\nHad shown me, when I slept the evil sleep,\nThat from the future tore the curtain off.This one, methought, as master of the sport,\nRode forth to chase the gaunt wolf and his whelps\nUnto the mountain, which forbids the sight\nOf Lucca to the Pisan.With lean brachs\nInquisitive and keen, before him rang'd\nLanfranchi with Sismondi and Gualandi.After short course the father and the sons\nSeem'd tir'd and lagging, and methought I saw\nThe sharp tusks gore their sides.When I awoke\nBefore the dawn, amid their sleep I heard\nMy sons (for they were with me) weep and ask\nFor bread.Right cruel art thou, if no pang\nThou feel at thinking what my heart foretold;\nAnd if not now, why use thy tears to flow?Now had they waken'd; and the hour drew near\nWhen they were wont to bring us food; the mind\nOf each misgave him through his dream, and I\nHeard, at its outlet underneath lock'd up\nThe' horrible tower: whence uttering not a word\nI look'd upon the visage of my sons.I wept not: so all stone I felt within.They wept: and one, my little Anslem, cried:\n\"Thou lookest so!Yet\nI shed no tear, nor answer'd all that day\nNor the next night, until another sun\nCame out upon the world.When a faint beam\nHad to our doleful prison made its way,\nAnd in four countenances I descry'd\nThe image of my own, on either hand\nThrough agony I bit, and they who thought\nI did it through desire of feeding, rose\nO' th' sudden, and cried, 'Father, we should grieve\nFar less, if thou wouldst eat of us: thou gav'st\nThese weeds of miserable flesh we wear,\n\n'And do thou strip them off from us again.'The garden is west of the bedroom.Then, not to make them sadder, I kept down\nMy spirit in stillness.The bedroom is west of the kitchen.That day and the next\nWe all were silent.When we came\nTo the fourth day, then Geddo at my feet\nOutstretch'd did fling him, crying, 'Hast no help\nFor me, my father!'There he died, and e'en\nPlainly as thou seest me, saw I the three\nFall one by one 'twixt the fifth day and sixth:\n\n\"Whence I betook me now grown blind to grope\nOver them all", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The garden is north of the bathroom.Thus having spoke,\n\nOnce more upon the wretched skull his teeth\nHe fasten'd, like a mastiff's 'gainst the bone\nFirm and unyielding.shame\nOf all the people, who their dwelling make\nIn that fair region, where th' Italian voice\nIs heard, since that thy neighbours are so slack\nTo punish, from their deep foundations rise\nCapraia and Gorgona, and dam up\nThe mouth of Arno, that each soul in thee\nMay perish in the waters!What if fame\nReported that thy castles were betray'd\nBy Ugolino, yet no right hadst thou\nTo stretch his children on the rack.For them,\nBrigata, Ugaccione, and the pair\nOf gentle ones, of whom my song hath told,\nTheir tender years, thou modern Thebes!Onward we pass'd,\nWhere others skarf'd in rugged folds of ice\nNot on their feet were turn'd, but each revers'd.There very weeping suffers not to weep;\nFor at their eyes grief seeking passage finds\nImpediment, and rolling inward turns\nFor increase of sharp anguish: the first tears\nHang cluster'd, and like crystal vizors show,\nUnder the socket brimming all the cup.Now though the cold had from my face dislodg'd\nEach feeling, as 't were callous, yet me seem'd\nSome breath of wind I felt.\"Whence cometh this,\"\nSaid I, \"my master?The kitchen is north of the garden.Is not here below\nAll vapour quench'd?\"--\"'Thou shalt be speedily,\"\nHe answer'd, \"where thine eye shall tell thee whence\nThe cause descrying of this airy shower.\"Then cried out one in the chill crust who mourn'd:\n\"O souls so cruel!that the farthest post\nHath been assign'd you, from this face remove\nThe harden'd veil, that I may vent the grief\nImpregnate at my heart, some little space\nEre it congeal again!\"I thus replied:\n\"Say who thou wast, if thou wouldst have mine aid;\nAnd if I extricate thee not, far down\nAs to the lowest ice may I descend!\"\"The friar Alberigo,\" answered he,\n\"Am I, who from the evil garden pluck'd\nIts fruitage, and am here repaid, the date\nMore luscious for my fig.\"--\"Hah!\"I exclaim'd,\n\"Art thou too dead!\"--\"How in the world aloft\nIt fareth with my body,\" answer'd he,\n\"I am right ignorant.Such privilege\nHath Ptolomea, that ofttimes the soul\nDrops hither, ere by Atropos divorc'd.And that thou mayst wipe out more willingly\nThe glazed tear-drops that o'erlay mine eyes,\nKnow that the soul, that moment she betrays,\nAs I did, yields her body to a fiend\nWho after moves and governs it at will,\nTill all its time be rounded; headlong she\nFalls to this cistern.And perchance above\nDoth yet appear", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Him thou know'st,\nIf thou but newly art arriv'd below.The years are many that have pass'd away,\nSince to this fastness Branca Doria came.\"\"Now,\" answer'd I, \"methinks thou mockest me,\nFor Branca Doria never yet hath died,\nBut doth all natural functions of a man,\nEats, drinks, and sleeps, and putteth raiment on.\"He thus: \"Not yet unto that upper foss\nBy th' evil talons guarded, where the pitch\nTenacious boils, had Michael Zanche reach'd,\nWhen this one left a demon in his stead\nIn his own body, and of one his kin,\nWho with him treachery wrought.But now put forth\nThy hand, and ope mine eyes.\"men perverse in every way,\nWith every foulness stain'd, why from the earth\nAre ye not cancel'd?Such an one of yours\nI with Romagna's darkest spirit found,\nAs for his doings even now in soul\nIs in Cocytus plung'd, and yet doth seem\nIn body still alive upon the earth.CANTO XXXIV\n\n\"THE banners of Hell's Monarch do come forth\nTowards us; therefore look,\" so spake my guide,\n\"If thou discern him.\"As, when breathes a cloud\nHeavy and dense, or when the shades of night\nFall on our hemisphere, seems view'd from far\nA windmill, which the blast stirs briskly round,\nSuch was the fabric then methought I saw,\n\nTo shield me from the wind, forthwith I drew\nBehind my guide: no covert else was there.The bathroom is west of the kitchen.Now came I (and with fear I bid my strain\nRecord the marvel) where the souls were all\nWhelm'd underneath, transparent, as through glass\nPellucid the frail stem.The bathroom is east of the garden.Some prone were laid,\nOthers stood upright, this upon the soles,\nThat on his head, a third with face to feet\nArch'd like a bow.When to the point we came,\nWhereat my guide was pleas'd that I should see\nThe creature eminent in beauty once,\nHe from before me stepp'd and made me pause.and lo the place,\nWhere thou hast need to arm thy heart with strength.\"How frozen and how faint I then became,\nAsk me not, reader!for I write it not,\nSince words would fail to tell thee of my state.Think thyself\nIf quick conception work in thee at all,\nHow I did feel.That emperor, who sways\nThe realm of sorrow, at mid breast from th' ice\nStood forth; and I in stature am more like\nA giant, than the giants are in his arms.Mark now how great that whole must be, which suits\nWith such a part.If he were beautiful\nAs he is hideous now, and yet did dare\nTo scowl upon his Maker, well from him\nMay all our mis'ry flow.How passing strange it seem'd, when I did spy\nUpon his head three faces: one in front\nOf hue vermilion, th' other two with this\nMidway", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Under each shot forth\nTwo mighty wings, enormous as became\nA bird so vast.Sails never such I saw\nOutstretch'd on the wide sea.No plumes had they,\nBut were in texture like a bat, and these\nHe flapp'd i' th' air, that from him issued still\nThree winds, wherewith Cocytus to its depth\nWas frozen.The garden is west of the bathroom.At six eyes he wept: the tears\nAdown three chins distill'd with bloody foam.At every mouth his teeth a sinner champ'd\nBruis'd as with pond'rous engine, so that three\nWere in this guise tormented.But far more\nThan from that gnawing, was the foremost pang'd\nBy the fierce rending, whence ofttimes the back\nWas stript of all its skin.\"That upper spirit,\nWho hath worse punishment,\" so spake my guide,\n\"Is Judas, he that hath his head within\nAnd plies the feet without.Of th' other two,\nWhose heads are under, from the murky jaw\nWho hangs, is Brutus: lo!how he doth writhe\nAnd speaks not!Th' other Cassius, that appears\nSo large of limb.But night now re-ascends,\nAnd it is time for parting.I clipp'd him round the neck, for so he bade;\nAnd noting time and place, he, when the wings\nEnough were op'd, caught fast the shaggy sides,\nAnd down from pile to pile descending stepp'd\nBetween the thick fell and the jagged ice.I should just like\nto read you that passage about the drag-nets, because I could make it\nclearer to you.\"A second (less ornamental) copy was at her elbow and was already opened,\nwhen to my great relief another guest was announced, and I was able to\ntake my leave without seeming to run away from 'The Channel Islands,'\nthough not without being compelled to carry with me the loan of \"the\nmarked copy,\" which I was to find advantageous in a re-perusal of the\nappendix, and was only requested to return before my departure from\nPumpiter.Looking into the volume now with some curiosity, I found it a\nvery ordinary combination of the commonplace and ambitious, one of those\nbooks which one might imagine to have been written under the old Grub\nStreet coercion of hunger and thirst, if they were not known beforehand\nto be the gratuitous productions of ladies and gentlemen whose\ncircumstances might be called altogether easy, but for an uneasy vanity\nthat happened to have been directed towards authorship.Its importance\nwas that of a polypus, tumour, fungus, or other erratic outgrowth,\nnoxious and disfiguring in its effect on the individual organism which\nnourishes it.Poor Vorticella might not have been more wearisome on a\nvisit than the majority of her neighbours, but for this disease of\nmagnified self-importance belonging to small authorship.I understand\nthat the chronic complaint of 'The Channel Islands' never left her.The bathroom is west of the bedroom.As\nthe years went on and the publication tended to vanish in", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "This really made her more tiresome than Gregarina, whose\ndistinction was that she had had cholera, and who did not feel herself\nin her true position with strangers until they knew it.My experience with Vorticella led me for a time into the false\nsupposition that this sort of fungous disfiguration, which makes Self\ndisagreeably larger, was most common to the female sex; but I presently\nfound that here too the male could assert his superiority and show a\nmore vigorous boredom.The kitchen is east of the office.I have known a man with a single pamphlet\ncontaining an assurance that somebody else was wrong, together with a\nfew approved quotations, produce a more powerful effect of shuddering at\nhis approach than ever Vorticella did with her varied octavo volume,\nincluding notes and appendix.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.Males of more than one nation recur to my\nmemory who produced from their pocket on the slightest encouragement a\nsmall pink or buff duodecimo pamphlet, wrapped in silver paper, as a\npresent held ready for an intelligent reader.\"A mode of propagandism,\"\nyou remark in excuse; \"they wished to spread some useful corrective\ndoctrine.\"Not necessarily: the indoctrination aimed at was perhaps to\nconvince you of their own talents by the sample of an \"Ode on\nShakspere's Birthday,\" or a translation from Horace.Vorticella may pair off with Monas, who had also written his one\nbook--'Here and There; or, a Trip from Truro to Transylvania'--and not\nonly carried it in his portmanteau when he went on visits, but took the\nearliest opportunity of depositing it in the drawing-room, and\nafterwards would enter to look for it, as if under pressure of a need\nfor reference, begging the lady of the house to tell him whether she,\nhad seen \"a small volume bound in red.\"One hostess at last ordered it\nto be carried into his bedroom to save his time; but it presently\nreappeared in his hands, and was again left with inserted slips of paper\non the drawing-room table.Depend upon it, vanity is human, native alike to men and women; only in\nthe male it is of denser texture, less volatile, so that it less\nimmediately informs you of its presence, but is more massive and capable\nof knocking you down if you come into collision with it; while in women\nvanity lays by its small revenges as in a needle-case always at hand.The difference is in muscle and finger-tips, in traditional habits and\nmental perspective, rather than in the original appetite of vanity.It\nis an approved method now to explain ourselves by a reference to the\nraces as little like us as possible, which leads me to observe that in\nFiji the men use the most elaborate hair-dressing, and that wherever\ntattooing is in vogue the male expects to carry off the prize of\nadmiration for pattern and workmanship.Arguing analogically, and\nlooking for this tendency of the Fijian or Hawaian male in the eminent\nEuropean, we must suppose that it exhibits itself under the forms of", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "It is conceivable that a man may have concentrated no\nless will and expectation on his wristbands, gaiters, and the shape of\nhis hat-brim, or an appearance which impresses you as that of the modern\n\"swell,\" than the Ojibbeway on an ornamentation which seems to us much\nmore elaborate.In what concerns the search for admiration at least, it\nis not true that the effect is equal to the cause and resembles it.The\ncause of a flat curl on the masculine forehead, such as might be seen\nwhen George the Fourth was king, must have been widely different in\nquality and intensity from the impression made by that small scroll of\nhair on the organ of the beholder.Merely to maintain an attitude and\ngait which I notice in certain club men, and especially an inflation of\nthe chest accompanying very small remarks, there goes, I am convinced,\nan expenditure of psychical energy little appreciated by the\nmultitude--a mental vision of Self and deeply impressed beholders which\nis quite without antitype in what we call the effect produced by that\nhidden process.The hallway is east of the garden.there is no need to admit that women would carry away the prize of\nvanity in a competition where differences of custom were fairly\nconsidered.A man cannot show his vanity in a tight skirt which forces\nhim to walk sideways down the staircase; but let the match be between\nthe respective vanities of largest beard and tightest skirt, and here\ntoo the battle would be to the strong.It is a familiar example of irony in the degradation of words that \"what\na man is worth\" has come to mean how much money he possesses; but there\nseems a deeper and more melancholy irony in the shrunken meaning that\npopular or polite speech assigns to \"morality\" and \"morals.\"Winslow was one\nof the most ingenious hotel constructors in the West.In some peculiar\nmanner he was enabled to commence the construction of a building\nwithout any capital, but when the building was completed he not only\nhad the building, but a bank account that indicated that he was a\nfinancier as well as a builder.The proprietors of the Winslow were\narrested for incendarism, but after a preliminary examination were\ndischarged.*       *       *       *       *\n\nThe American house, on the corner of Third and Exchange streets, was\none of the landmarks of the city for a good many years.It was built\nin 1849, and the territorial politicians generally selected this hotel\nas their headquarters.Although it was of very peculiar architecture,\nthe interior fittings were of a modern character.On a stormy night in\nthe month of December, 1863, an alarm of fire was sent in from this\nhotel, but before the fire department reached the locality the fire\nwas beyond their control.The weather was bitter cold, and the water\nwould be frozen almost as soon as it left the hose.Finding their\nefforts fruitless to save the building, the firemen turned their\nattention to saving the guests.The bathroom is east of the hallway.There were some very narrow escapes,\nbut no accidents of", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The hallway is north of the bedroom.As usual, thieves were\npresent and succeeded in carrying off a large amount of jewelry and\nwearing apparel belonging to the guests.*       *       *       *       *\n\nIn the year of 1856 Mackubin & Edgerton erected a fine three-story\nbrick building on the corner of Third and Franklin streets.It was\noccupied by them as a banking house for a long time.The business\ncenter having been moved further down the street, they were compelled\nto seek quarters on Bridge Square.After the bank moved out of\nthis building it was leased to Bechtner & Kottman, and was by them\nremodeled into a hotel on the European plan at an expense of about\n$20,000.It was named the Cosmopolitan hotel, and was well patronized.When the alarm of fire was given it was full of lodgers, many of whom\nlost all they possessed.The Linden theatrical company, which was\nplaying at the Athenaeum, was among the heavy sufferers.At this fire\na large number of frame buildings on the opposite side of the street\nwere destroyed.When the Cosmopolitan hotel burned the walls of the old building were\nleft standing, and although they were pronounced dangerous by the city\nauthorities, had not been demolished.Schell, one of the best\nknown physicians of the city, occupied a little frame building near\nthe hotel, and he severely denounced the city authorities for their\nlax enforcement of the law.One night at 10 o'clock the city was\nvisited by a terrific windstorm, and suddenly a loud crash was heard\nin the vicinity of the doctor's office.A portion of the walls of the\nhotel had fallen and the little building occupied by the doctor had\nbeen crushed in.The fire alarm was turned on and the fire laddies\nwere soon on the spot.No one supposed the doctor was alive, but after\nthe firemen had been at work a short time they could hear the voice\nof the doctor from underneath the rubbish.In very vigorous English,\nwhich the doctor knew so well how to use, he roundly upbraided the\nfire department for not being more expeditious in extricating him from\nhis perilous position.After the doctor had been taken out of the\nruins It was found that he had not been seriously injured, and in the\ncourse of a few weeks was able to resume practice.*       *       *       *       *\n\nDuring the winter of 1868 the Emmert house, situated on Bench street\nnear Wabasha, was destroyed by fire.The Emmert house was built in\nterritorial times by Fred Emmert, who for some time kept a hotel and\nboarding house at that place.It had not been used for hotel purposes\nfor some time, but was occupied by a  family and used as a\nboarding-house for <DW52> people.The office is north of the hallway.While the flames were rapidly\nconsuming the old building the discovery was made that a man and\nhis wife were sick in one of the rooms", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The crowd of\nonlookers fled in terror, and they would have been burned alive had\nnot two courageous firemen carried them out of the building.It was\nan unusually cold night and the <DW52> people were dumped into the\nmiddle of the street and there allowed to remain.They were provided\nwith clothing and some of the more venturesome even built a fire for\nthem, but no one would volunteer to take them to a place of shelter.About 10 o'clock on the following day the late W.L.Wilson learned\nof the unfortunate situation of the two <DW52> people, and he\nimmediately procured a vehicle and took them to a place of safety, and\nalso saw that they were thereafter properly cared for.*       *       *       *       *\n\nOn the site of the old postoffice on the corner of Wabasha and Fifth\nstreets stood the Mansion house, a three-story frame building erected\nby Nicholas Pottgieser in early days at an expense of $12,000.The garden is west of the bedroom.It was\na very popular resort and for many years the weary traveler there\nreceived a hearty welcome.A very exciting event occurred at this house during the summer of\n1866.A man by the name of Hawkes, a guest at the hotel, accidentally\nshot and instantly killed his young and beautiful wife.He was\narrested and tried for murder, but after a long and sensational trial\nwas acquited.*       *       *       *       *\n\nThe greatest hotel fire in the history of St.The International hotel (formerly the Fuller\nhouse) was situated on the northeast corner of Seventh and Jackson\nstreets, and was erected by A.G.It was built of brick\nand was five stories high.It cost when completed, about $110,000.For\nyears it had been the best hotel in the West.William H. Seward and\nthe distinguished party that accompanied him made this hotel their\nheadquarters during their famous trip to the West in 1860.Sibley had their headquarters in this building, and from here\nemanated all the orders relating to the war against the rebellious\nSioux.The bedroom is west of the bathroom.In 1861 the property came into the possession of Samuel Mayall,\nand he changed the name of it from Fuller house to International\nhotel.Belote, who had formerly been the landlord of the\nMerchants, was the manager of the hotel.The fire broke out in the\nbasement, it was supposed from a lamp in the laundry.The night was\nintensely cold, a strong gale blowing from the northwest.Not a soul\ncould be seen upon the street.Within this great structure more than\ntwo hundred guests were wrapped in silent slumber.To rescue them from\ntheir perilous position was the problem that required instant action\non the part of the firemen and the hotel authorities.It isn't true; I told padre Rosendo it wasn't.\"\"Well, what do you mean, child?\"\"It is only a lot of bad thoughts printed in a book,\" she replied", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"And it isn't true, because God is _everywhere_.\"Clearly the man was encountering difficulties at the outset; and a\npart, at least, of his well-ordered curriculum stood in grave danger\nof repudiation at the hands of this earnest little maid.The girl stood looking at him wistfully.Then her sober little face\nmelted in smiles.With childish impulsiveness she clambered into his\nlap, and twining her arms about his neck, impressed a kiss upon his\ncheek.The office is west of the bedroom.\"I love you, Padre,\" she murmured; \"and you love me, don't you?\"He pressed her to him, startled though he was.\"God knows I do, little\none!\"\"Of course He does,\" she eagerly agreed; \"and He knows you don't want\nto teach me anything that isn't true, doesn't He, Padre dear?\"The hallway is east of the bedroom.Yea, and more; for Jose was realizing now, what he had not seen\nbefore, that _it was beyond his power to teach her that which was not\ntrue_.The magnitude and sacredness of his task impressed him as never\nbefore.His puzzled brain grappled feebly with the enormous problem.She had rebuked him for trying to teach her things which, if he\naccepted the immanence of God as fact, her logic had shown him were\nutterly false.Clearly the grooves in which this child's pure thought\nran were not his own.And if she would not think as he did, what\nrecourse was there left him but to accept the alternative and think\nwith her?For he would not, even if he could, force upon her his own\nthought-processes.\"Then, Carmen,\" he finally ventured, \"you do not wish to learn about\npeople and what they have done and are doing in the big world about\nyou?\"\"Oh, yes, Padre; tell me all about the good things they did!\"\"But they did many wicked things too, _chiquita_.And the good and the\nbad are all mixed up together.\"\"No,\" she shook her head vigorously; \"there isn't any bad.There is\nonly good, for God is everywhere--isn't He?\"She raised up and looked squarely into the priest's eyes.Dissimulation,\nhypocrisy, quibble, cant--nothing but fearless truth could meet that\ngaze.Suddenly a light broke in upon his clouded thought.This girl--this\ntender plant of God--why, she had shown it from the very beginning!And he, oh, blind that he was!The\nsecret of her power, of her ecstasy of life--what was it but\nthis?--_she knew no evil!_\n\nAnd the Lord God commanded the man, saying, \"Of every tree of the\ngarden thou mayest freely eat: but of the tree of the knowledge of\ngood and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day that thou\neatest thereof thou shalt surely die.\"It was the first--the very first--lesson which Thou\ndidst teach Thy child, Israel, as the curtain rose upon the drama of\nhuman life!And the awful warning has rung down through", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Israel forgot Thy words; and the world has\nforgotten them, long, long since.Daily we mix our perfumed draft of\ngood and evil, and sink under its lethal influence!Hourly we eat of\nthe forbidden tree, till the pangs of death encompass us!And when at last the dark angel hovered over the sin-stricken earth\nand claimed it for his own, the great Master came to sound again the\nwarning--\"As a man thinketh in his heart, _so is he_!\"But they would\nhave none of him, and nailed him to a tree!Even the unique Son of God\nwept as he looked with yearning upon you!The office is north of the hallway.Because of your\nstubborn clinging to false ways, false beliefs, false thoughts of God\nand man!Because ye would not be healed; ye would not be made whole!Ye loved evil--ye gave it life and power, and ye rolled it like a\nsweet morsel beneath your tongue--and so ye died!So came death into\nthis fair world, through the heart, the brain, the mind of man, _who\nsought to know what God could not_!\"Padre dear, you are so quiet.\"The girl nestled closer to the awed\npriest.And so the multitude on Sinai had stood in awed quiet as\nthey listened to the voice of God.The man could not grasp the infinite\nimport of the marvelous fact.And yet he had sought to teach her\nfalsities--to teach her that evil did exist, as real and as potent\nas good, and that it was to be accepted and honored by mankind!But\nshe had turned her back upon the temptation.The bedroom is south of the hallway.\"Padre, are you going to tell me about Jesus?\"\"Yes, yes--I want to know nothing else!I will get my Bible, and we\nwill read about him!\"\"But have you never--has your padre Rosendo never told you that it is\nthe book that tells--?\"\"But,\" her face kindling, \"he told me\nthat Jesus was God's only son.But we are all His children, aren't\nwe?\"But Jesus was the greatest--\"\n\n\"Did Jesus write the Bible, Padre?\"\"No--we don't know who did.People used to think God wrote it; but I\nguess He didn't.\"\"Then we will not read it, Padre.\"The man bent reverently over the little brown head and prayed again\nfor guidance.What could he do with this child, who dwelt with\nJehovah--who saw His reflection in every flower and hill and fleecy\ncloud--who heard His voice in the sough of the wind, and the ripple of\nthe waters on the pebbly shore!And, oh, that some one had bent over\nhim and prayed for guidance when he was a tender lad and his heart\nburned with yearning for truth!\"God wrote the arithmetic--I mean, He told people how to write it,\ndidn't He, Padre?\"Surely the priest could acquiesce in this, for mathematics is purely\nmetaphysical, and without guile.And we will go right through this little book.Then,", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The priest had now found the only path\nwhich she would tread with him, and he continued with enthusiasm.\"And God taught people how to talk, little one; but they don't all\ntalk as we do.There is a great land up north of us, which we call the\nUnited States, and there the people would not understand us, for we\nspeak Spanish.I must teach you their language, _chiquita_, and I must\nteach you others, too, for you will not always live in Simiti.\"\"I want to stay here always, Padre.\"No, Carmen; God\nhas work for you out in His big world.\"I was looking for a little girl,\" he said, \"in a blue serge dress and\ntangled hair, brown, and all curls, with brown eyes and--\"\n\n\"And you found a grown up woman with all the silly curls in their proper\nplace--much older--very much older.It is a habit we have in Scotland of\ngrowing older.\"\"Yes, older, and more sober and sensible--and plainer.\"The doctor's mind was evidently not working with its usual\nease and swiftness, partly from amazement at the transformation that had\nresulted in this tall slender young lady standing before him with\nher stately air, and partly from rage at himself and his unutterable\nstupidity.\"But you have not answered me,\" said the girl, obviously taken aback at\nthe doctor's manner.This is\nCal--gar--ry, is it not?\"\"It's Calgary all right,\" cried the doctor, glad to find in this fact a\nsolid resting place for his mind.The alarm in her voice brought\nhim to himself.With an imperious air the young\nlady lifted her head and impaled the doctor with her flashing brown\neyes.\"Well,\" said the doctor in halting confusion, \"you see, he met with an\naccident.\"\"You are hiding something from me, Mr.My brother is ill, or--\"\n\n\"No, no, not he.The office is south of the bathroom.An Indian hit him on the head,\" said the doctor,\nrendered desperate by her face.Her cry, her white face, the quick clutch of her hands at\nher heart, roused the doctor's professional instincts and banished his\nconfusion.\"He is perfectly all right, I assure you, Miss Cameron.Only it was\nbetter that he should have his sleep out.He was most anxious to meet\nyou, but as his medical adviser I urged him to remain quiet and offered\nto come in his place.A day's rest, believe me,\nwill make him quite fit.\"The doctor's manner was briskly professional\nand helped to quiet the girl's alarm.\"Most certainly, in a few hours when he wakes and when you are rested.Here, Billy, take Miss Cameron's checks.\"Say, Doc,\" said Billy in an undertone, \"about that tea and toast--\"\n\n\"What the deuce--?\"\"Keep her a-viewin' the scenery, Doc, a bit,\" continued Billy under his\nbreath.\"Oh, get a move on, Billy!He was anxious to escape from a position that had\nbecThe garden is north of the bathroom.", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "For months he had been looking forward to\nthis meeting and now he had bungled it.In the first place he had begun\nby not knowing the girl who for three years and more had been in his\ndreams day and night, then he had carried himself like a schoolboy\nin her presence, and lastly had frightened her almost to death by his\nclumsy announcement of her brother's accident.The young lady at his\nside, with the quick intuition of her Celtic nature, felt his mood, and,\nnot knowing the cause, became politely distant.Martin pointed out the wonderful pearly\ngray light stealing across the plain and beginning to brighten on the\ntops of the rampart hills that surrounded the town.\"You will see the Rockies in an hour, Miss Cameron, in the far west\nthere,\" he said.But her tone, too, was\nlifeless.Desperately the doctor strove to make conversation during their short\nwalk and with infinite relief did he welcome the appearance of Mandy at\nher bedroom door waiting their approach.\"Your brother's wife, Miss Cameron,\" said he.For a single moment they stood searching each other's souls.Then by\nsome secret intuition known only to the female mind they reached a\nconclusion, an entirely satisfactory conclusion, too, for at once they\nwere in each other's arms.\"Yes,\" said the girl in an eager, tremulous voice.\"No, no,\" cried Moira, \"don't wake him.inquired Mandy, looking indignantly at\nthe doctor, who stood back, a picture of self condemnation.I bungled the whole\nthing this morning and frightened Miss Cameron nearly into a fit, for\nno other reason than that I am all ass.he added abruptly, lifted his hat and was\ngone.The bathroom is south of the garden.said Mandy, looking at her sister-in-law.\"I do not know, I am sure,\" replied Moira indifferently.But come, my dear, take off your things.As the doctor says, a sleep for a couple of hours will do you good.You are looking very weary, dear, and no\nwonder, no wonder,\" said Mandy, \"with all that journey and--and all you\nhave gone through.\"\"My, I\ncould just pick you up like a babe!\"The caressing touch was too much for the girl.\"Och, oh,\" she cried, lapsing into her Highland speech, \"it iss\nashamed of myself I am, but no one has done that to me for many a day\nsince--since--my father--\"\n\n\"There, there, you poor darling,\" said Mandy, comforting her as if she\nwere a child, \"you will not want for love here in this country.The office is north of the garden.Cry\naway, it will do you good.\"There was a sound of feet on the stairs.\"Hush, hush, Billy is coming.\"She swept the girl into her bedroom as\nBilly appeared.\"Oh, I am just silly,\" said Moira impatiently, as she wiped her eyes.\"But you are so good, and I will never be forgetting your kindness to me\nthis day.\"\"Hot water,\" said Billy, tapping at the door.Do you want hot water,\nMoira", "question": "What is south of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The kitchen is west of the office.\"Yes, the very thing I do want to get the dust out of my eyes and the\ngrime off my face.\"\"And the tea is in the ladies' parlor,\" added Billy.The kitchen is east of the hallway.cried Mandy, \"the very thing!\"Said they were all stuck on tea in the Old Country.\"I shall lie down, I think, for a little.\"\"All right, dear, we will see you at breakfast.Again she kissed the girl and left her to sleep.Scarcely had\nhe spoken, when the furious animal was once more seen, dashing on faster\nthan ever, and flaming with rage, till he might have exploded a powder\nmill!One determined burst over the smooth road,\nand they are safe in the house!Little Louie, who was only nine years old, and the youngest of the\nparty, had grasped hold of Freddy's hand when they first started; and\nbeen half pulled along by him so far; but now that safety was close at\nhand, he suddenly sank to the ground, moaning out, \"Oh Fred, you must go\non and leave me; I can't run any more.why,\nyou can't think I would leave you, surely?\"and, stooping down, the\nbrave little fellow caught Louie up in his arms, and, thus burdened,\ntried to run on toward the house.The rest of the boys were now far beyond them; and had just placed their\nfeet upon the doorstone, when a loud shout of \"help!\"made them turn\nround; and there was Freddy, with Louie in his arms, staggering up the\nroad, the horns of the bull within a yard of his side!Like a flash of lightning, Will snatched up a large rake which one of\nthe men had left lying on the grass, and dashed down the road.There is\none minute to spare, just one!but in that minute Will has reached the\nspot, and launching his weapon, the iron points descend heavily on the\nanimal's head.The bull, rather aghast at this reception, which did not appear to be at\nall to his taste, seemed to hesitate a moment whether to charge his\nadversary or not; then, with a low growl of baffled fury, he slowly\nturned away, and trotted off toward the wood.The help had not come a minute too soon; for Freddy, his sensitive\norganization completely overwrought by the events of the morning and his\nnarrow escape from death, had fallen fainting to the ground; his hands\nstill clenched in the folds of little Louie's jacket.Will instantly\nraised him, when he saw that all danger was over, and he and some of the\nothers, who had come crowding down the road, very gently and quickly\ncarried the insensible boy to the house, and laid him on the lounge in\nthe library; while Peter ran for the housekeeper to aid in bringing him\nto life.Lockitt hurried up stairs as fast as she could with camphor,\nice water, and everything else she could think of good for fainting.asked Peter, as he ran on beside her.\"Gone to New York, Master Peter,\" she replied; \"I don't think he will", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Our little scapegrace breathed more freely; at least there were a few\nhours' safety from detection, and he reentered the library feeling\nconsiderably relieved.There lay Colonel Freddy, his face white as death; one little hand\nhanging lax and pulseless over the side of the lounge, and the ruffled\nshirt thrust aside from the broad, snowy chest.Harry stood over him,\nfanning his forehead; while poor Louie was crouched in a corner,\nsobbing as though his heart would break, and the others stood looking on\nas if they did not know what to do with themselves.Lockitt hastened to apply her remedies; and soon a faint color came\nback to the cheek, and with a long sigh, the great blue eyes opened once\nmore, and the little patient murmured, \"Where am I?\"\"Oh, then he's not killed, after all!\"The kitchen is east of the bedroom.how glad I am you have come to life again!\"The hallway is west of the bedroom.This funny little speech made even Freddy laugh, and then Mrs.Lockitt\nsaid, \"But, Master Peter, you have not told me yet how it happened that\nMaster Frederic got in such a way.\"The eyes of the whole party became round and saucer-y at once; as, all\ntalking together, they began the history of their fearful adventure.Lockitt's wiry false curls would certainly have dropped off with\nastonishment if they hadn't been sewed fast to her cap, and she fairly\nwiped her eyes on her spectacle case, which she had taken out of her\npocket instead of her handkerchief, as they described Freddy's noble\neffort to save his helpless companion without thinking of himself.When\nthe narrative was brought to a close, she could only exclaim, \"Well,\nMaster Freddy, you are a little angel, sure enough!and Master William\nis as brave as a lion.To think of his stopping that great creetur, to\nbe sure!Wherever in the world it came from is the mystery.\"Lockitt bustled out of the room, and after she had gone, there was\na very serious and grateful talk among the elder boys about the escape\nthey had had, and a sincere thankfulness to God for having preserved\ntheir lives.The puzzle now was, how they were to return to the camp, where poor Tom\nhad been in captivity all this time.It was certainly necessary to get\nback--but then the bull!While they were yet deliberating on the horns\nof this dilemma, the library door suddenly opened, and in walked--Mr.he exclaimed, \"how do you come to be here?There was general silence for a moment; but these boys had been taught\nby pious parents to speak the truth always, whatever came of it.that is the right principle to go on, dear children; TELL THE TRUTH when\nyou have done anything wrong, even if you are sure of being punished\nwhen that truth is known.So George, as the eldest, with one brave look at his comrades, frankly\nrelated everything that had happened; beginning at the quarrel with\nTom, down to the escape from the bull.To describe the varied expression\nof his auditor's face between delight and vexation, would require a\npainter;", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "or have we paid well enough already for our court\nmartial?\"Schermerhorn exclaimed, trying to appear highly incensed,\nyet scarcely able to help smiling:\n\n\"I declare I hardly know!How\ndare you treat a young gentleman so on my place?answer me that, you\nscapegraces!It is pretty plain who is at the bottom of all this--Peter\ndares not look at me, I perceive.At the same time, I am rather glad\nthat Master Tom has been taught what to expect if he runs down the\nUnion--it will probably save him from turning traitor any more, though\nyou were not the proper persons to pass sentence on him.As for our\nplucky little Colonel here--shake hands, Freddy!and for your sake I excuse the court martial.Now, let us see what\nhas become of the bull, and then go to the release of our friend Tom.He\nmust be thoroughly repentant for his misdeeds by this time.\"And in the blood-red haze that hung\nbefore his glittering eyes was framed the face of the girl who had\nspurned him but a few days before.She was the embodiment of love that\nhad crossed his path and stirred up the very quintessence of evil\nwithin him.From the first she had\naroused within his soul a conflict of emotions such as he had never\nknown before.And from the night when, in the Hawley-Crowles box at\nthe opera he had held her hand and looked down into her fathomless\neyes, he had been tortured with the conflicting desires to possess\nthat fair creature, or to utterly destroy her.Always she hovered just within his\ngrasp; and then drew back as his itching fingers closed.Always she\ntold him she loved him--and he knew she lied not.And such love had\nits price--but not hers.And so hope strove with wrath, and chagrin\nwith despair.And\nwith it she had laid the giant low and bound him with chains.Though he knew now that she was lost to him forever; though\nwith foul curses he had seen hope flee; yet with it he had also bidden\nevery tender sentiment, every last vestige of good depart from his\nthought forever more.And:\n\n              \"----with hope, farewell fear,\n              Farewell remorse: all good to me is lost;\n              Evil, be thou my good!\"The office is east of the hallway.The bedroom is west of the hallway.And that night the master slept\nnot, but sat alone at his desk in the great Fifth Avenue mansion, and\nplotted the annihilation of every human being who had dared oppose his\nworldly ambitions.Plotted, too, the further degradation and final\nruin of the girl who had dared to say she loved him, and yet would not\nbecome his toy.*       *       *       *       *\n\nThere is no need to curse the iniquitous industrial and social system\nupon which the unstable fabric of our civilization rests, for", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "A bit of\nthat poisonous fruit had now dropped from the slimy branch at Avon.Up\nfrom the yards came the militiamen at double-quick, with rifles\nunslung and loaded with the satanic Ames bullets.Behind them they\ndragged two machine guns, capable of discharging three hundred times a\nminute.The mob had concentrated upon the central building of the mill\ngroup, and had just gained entrance through its shattered doors.Before them the guards were falling slowly back, fighting every inch\nof the way.The air was thick with powder\nsmoke.The roar of battle was\ndeafening.Quickly swinging into action, the militia opened upon the mill hands.Hemmed in between two fires, the mob broke and fled down the frozen\nstream.The officers of the guard then ordered their men to join in\nthe work of extinguishing the flames, which were beginning to make\nheadway, fanned by the strong draft which swept through the long\nbuilding.Then, the building\nsaved, they pitched their tents and sought a brief rest.At noon the soldiers were again assembled, for there remained the task\nof arresting the leaders of the mob and bringing them to justice.The\ntown had been placed under martial law with the arrival of the\nmilitia.Its streets were patrolled by armed guards, and a strong\ncordon had been thrown around the shacks which the mill hands had\nhastily erected the afternoon before.And now, under the protection of\na detachment of soldiers, the demand was made for the unconditional\nsurrender of the striking laborers.Dull terror lay like a pall over the miserable shacks huddled along\nthe dead stream.It was the dull, hopeless, numbing terror of the\nvictim who awaits the blow from the lion's paw in the arena.Weeping\nwives and mothers, clasping their little ones to them, knelt upon the\nfrozen ground and crossed themselves.Young men drew their newly-wed\nmates to their breasts and kissed them with trembling lips.Stern,\nhard-faced men, with great, knotted hands, grouped together and looked\nout in deadly hatred at the heartless force surrounding them.Then out from among them and across the ice went Carmen, up the\nslippery hillside, and straight to the multi-mouthed machine gun, at\nthe side of which stood Major Camp.The office is south of the garden.She had been all night with these\nbewildered, maddened people.She had warmed shivering babes at her own\nbreast.She had comforted widows of a night, and newly-bereaved\nmothers.She had bound up gaping wounds, and had whispered tender\nwords of counsel and advice.And they had clung to her weeping; they\nhad called upon Virgin and Saint to bless her; and they named her the\nAngel of Avon--and the name would leave her no more.\"Take me,\" she said, \"take me into court, and let me tell all.\"This beautiful, well-clad girl among\nsuch miserable vermin!The hallway is south of the office.\"You have demanded their leaders,\" she continued.\"I have been trying\nto lead them.The major's eyes roved over her face and figure.He could make", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "A wild shout then rose from the shacks, as Carmen moved quietly away\nunder guard.A dozen men sprang out and rushed, muskets in\nhand, up toward the soldiers to liberate her.Their narrow vision could\ncomprehend but one thing at a time; and they saw in the arrest of the\ngirl only an additional insult piled upon their already mountainous\ninjuries.It was answered by a shriek of rage from the hovels, and a murderous\nreturn fire.Then the major gave another loud command, and the machine\nguns began to vomit forth their clattering message of death.At the sound of shooting, Carmen's guard halted.Then one of them\nfell, pierced by a bullet from the strikers.The others released the\ngirl, and hurried back to the battle line.Carmen stood alone for a\nmoment.One sang its death-song almost in her ear.Then she turned and made her way slowly up the hill to the\nparalyzed town.Down in the vale beneath, Death swung his scythe with long, sweeping\nstrokes.\"Margaret, are you deliberately changing the subject?\"\"Then I shall bring the butterfly up later.\"\"I said,\" Margaret ignored his interruption, \"that I had the feeling\nthat she was going to be a storm center and bring some kind of queer\ntrouble upon us.\"\"I'm not so sure that's the way to put it,\" David said gravely.\"We\nbrought queer trouble on her.\"\"She gave my vanity the worst blow it has ever had in its life,\" David\ncorrected her.\"Look here, Margaret, I want you to know the truth\nabout that.I--I stumbled into that, you know.The bathroom is north of the garden.She was so sweet, and\nbefore I knew it I had--I found myself in the attitude of making love\nto her.Well, there was nothing to do but go through with it.I felt like Pygmalion--but it was all potential,\nunrealized--and ass that I was, I assumed that she would have no other\nidea in the matter.I was going to marry her because I--I had started\nthings going, you know.The hallway is south of the garden.I had no choice even if I had wanted one.It\nnever occurred to me that she might have a choice, and so I went on\ntrying to make things easy for her, and getting them more tangled at\nevery turn.\"With characteristic idiocy I was\nkeeping out of the picture until the time was ripe.She really ran\naway to get away from the situation I created and she was quite right\ntoo.If I weren't haunted by these continual pictures of our offspring\nin the bread line, I should be rather glad than otherwise that she's\nshaken us all till we get our breath back.Poor Peter is the one who\nis smashed, though.\"You wouldn't smile if you were engaged to Beulah.\"\"Beulah has her ring, but I notice she doesn't wear it often.\"\"Jimmie and Gertrude seem happy.\"\"That leaves only us two,\" David suggested.\"Margaret, dear, do you\nthink the time will ever come when I shall get you back again?\"Margaret", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"The answer to that is 'yes,' as you very well know.Time was when we\nwere very close--you and I, then somehow we lost the way to each\nother.I'm beginning to realize that it hasn't been the same world\nsince and isn't likely to be unless you come back to me.\"\"It was I; but it was you who put the bars up and have kept them\nthere.\"\"Was I to let the bars down and wait at the gate?\"It should be that way between us, Margaret, shouldn't\nit?\"\"I don't know,\" Margaret said, \"I don't know.\"She flashed a sudden\nodd look at him.\"If--when I put the bars down, I shall run for my\nlife.\"Warning is all I want,\" David said contentedly.He could barely reach\nher hand across the intervening expanse of leather couch, but he\naccomplished it,--he was too wise to move closer to her.\"You're a\nlovely, lovely being,\" he said reverently.\"God grant I may reach you\nand hold you.\"The kitchen is east of the bathroom.\"To tell you the truth, she spoke of it the other day.I told her the\nEleanor story, and that rather brought her to her senses.She wouldn't\nhave liked that, you know; but now all the eligible buds are plucked,\nand she wants me to settle down.\"\"Does she think I'm a settling kind of person?\"\"She wouldn't if she knew the way you go to my head,\" David murmured.\"Oh, she thinks that you'll do.\"Maybe I'd like them better considered as connections of yours,\"\nMargaret said abstractedly.David lifted the warm little finger to his lips and kissed it\nswiftly.he asked, as she slipped away from him and\nstood poised in the doorway.The garden is west of the bathroom.\"I'm going to put on something appropriate to the occasion,\" she\nanswered.When she came back to him she was wearing the most delicate and\ncobwebby of muslins with a design of pale purple passion flowers\ntrellised all over it, and she gave him no chance for a moment alone\nwith her all the rest of the evening.Sometime later she showed him Eleanor's parting letter, and he was\nprofoundly touched by the pathetic little document.As the holidays approached Eleanor's absence became an almost\nunendurable distress to them all.The annual Christmas dinner party, a\nfunction that had never been omitted since the acquisition of David's\nstudio, was decided on conditionally, given up, and again decided on.\"We do want to see one another on Christmas day,--we've got presents\nfor one another, and Eleanor would hate it if she thought that her\ngoing away had settled that big a cloud on us.She slipped out of our\nlives in order to bring us closer together.We'll get closer together\nfor her sake,\" Margaret decided.But the ordeal of the dinner itself was almost more than they had\nreckoned on.Every detail of traditional ceremony was observed even to\nthe mound of presents marked with each name piled on the same spot on\nthe couch, to be opened with the serving of the coffee.\"I got something for", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"Thought we could keep it\nfor her, or throw it into the waste-basket or something.\"I guess everybody else got her something, too,\" Margaret said.\"Of\ncourse we will keep them for her.I got her a little French party\ncoat.It will be just as good next year as this.Anyhow as Jimmie\nsays, I had to get it.\"\"I got her slipper buckles,\" Gertrude admitted.\"I got her the Temple _Shakespeare_,\" Beulah added.\"She was always\ncarrying around those big volumes.\"\"You're looking better, Beulah,\" Margaret said.\"Jimmie says I'm looking more human.I guess perhaps that's it,--I'm\nfeeling more--human.I needed humanizing--even at the expense of\nsome--some heartbreak,\" she said bravely.Margaret crossed the room to take a seat on Beulah's chair-arm, and\nslipped an arm around her.\"You're all right if you know that,\" she whispered softly.\"I thought I was going to bring you Eleanor herself,\" Peter said.\"I\ngot on the trail of a girl working in a candy shop out in Yonkers.My\nfaithful sleuth was sure it was Eleanor and I was ass enough to\nbelieve he knew what he was talking about.When I got out there I\nfound a strawberry blonde with gold teeth.\"\"Gosh, you don't think she's doing anything like that,\" Jimmie\nexclaimed.\"I don't know,\" Peter said miserably.He was looking ill and unlike\nhimself.I did not sleep all night long, thinking--oh, how\nterrible, how inexpressibly sad my thoughts were!We are the\nbody, we are the hands, we are the head--while you, Grelieu, you\nare the conscience of our people.Blinded by the war, we may\nunwillingly, unwittingly, altogether against our will, violate\nman-made laws.We are driven to despair, we have no Belgium any longer,\nit is trampled by our enemies, but in your breast, Emil Grelieu,\nthe heart of all Belgium is beating--and your answer will be the\nanswer of our tormented, blood-stained, unfortunate land!Maurice is crying, looking at his\nfather._\n\nLAGARD\n\n_Softly._\n\nBravo, Belgium!The office is north of the hallway.The sound of cannonading is heard._\n\nJEANNE\n\n_Softly, to Maurice._\n\nSit down, Maurice, it is hard for you to stand.The bedroom is north of the office.MAURICE\n\nOh, mamma!I am so happy to stand here now--\n\nLAGARD\n\nNow I shall add a few words.As you know, Grelieu, I am a man of\nthe people.I know the price the people pay for their hard work.I know the cost of all these gardens, orchards and factories\nwhich we shall bury under the water.They have cost us sweat\nand health and tears, Grelieu.These are our sufferings which\nwill be transformed into joy for our children", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "But as a nation\nthat loves and respects liberty above its sweat and blood and\ntears--as a nation, I say, I would prefer that sea waves should\nseethe here over our heads rather than that we should have to\nblack the boots of the Prussians.The bedroom is west of the hallway.And if nothing but islands\nremain of Belgium they will be known as \"honest islands,\" and\nthe islanders will be Belgians as before._All are agitated._\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nAnd what do the engineers say?GENERAL\n\n_Respectfully waiting for the Count's answer._\n\nMonsieur Grelieu, they say this can be done in two hours.LAGARD\n\n_Grumbles._\n\nIn two hours!How many years have we been building\nit!GENERAL\n\nThe engineers were crying when they said it, Monsieur.LAGARD\n\nThe engineers were crying?_Suddenly he bursts into sobs, and slowly takes a handkerchief\nfrom his pocket._\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nWe are awaiting your answer impatiently, Grelieu.You are\ncharged with a grave responsibility to your fatherland--to lift\nyour hand against your own fatherland.EMIL GRELIEU Have we no other defence?Lagard dries\nhis eyes and slowly answers with a sigh_.JEANNE\n\n_Shaking her head._\n\nNo.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\n_Rapidly._\n\nWe must gain time, Grelieu.By the power of all our lives,\nthrown in the fields, we cannot stop them._Stamping his foot._\n\nTime, time!We must steal from fate a small part of eternity--a\nfew days, a week!The Russians are\ncoming to us from the East.The German steel has already\npenetrated to the heart of the French land--and infuriated with\npain, the French eagle is rising over the Germans' bayonets\nand is coming toward us!The garden is west of the bedroom.The noble knights of the sea--the\nBritish--are already rushing toward us, and to Belgium are their\npowerful arms stretched out over the abyss.Belgium is praying for a few days, for\na few hours!You have already given to Belgium your blood,\nGrelieu, and you have the right to lift your hand against your\nblood-stained fatherland!_Brief pause._\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nWe must break the dams._Curtain_\n\n\n\nSCENE V\n\n\n_Night.A sentinel\non guard at the door leading to the rooms occupied by the\nCommander of the army.Two officers on duty are\ntalking lazily, suffering apparently from the heat.Only from time to time the measured footsteps of\npickets are heard, and muffled voices and angry exclamations._\n\nVON RITZAU\n\nDo you feel sleepy, von Stein?VON STEIN\n\nI don't feel sleepy, but I feel like smoking.RITZAU\n\nA bad habit!STEIN\n\nBut what if _he_ should come in?Not a breath of pure air enters", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The air is poisoned with the smell of smoke.We must invent\nsomething against this obnoxious odor.RITZAU\n\nI am not an inventor.First of all it is necessary to wring out\nthe air as they wring the clothes they wash, and dry it in the\nsun.It is so moist, I feel as though I were diving in it.Do\nyou know whether _he_ is in a good mood today?STEIN\n\nWhy, is he subject to moods, good or bad?RITZAU\n\nGreat self-restraint!STEIN\n\nHave you ever seen him undressed--or half-dressed?Or have you\never seen his hair in disorder?RITZAU\n\nHe speaks so devilishly little, Stein.STEIN\n\nHe prefers to have his cannon speak.It is quite a powerful\nvoice, isn't it, Ritzau?A tall, handsome officer enters quickly and\ngoes toward the door leading to the room of the Commander._\n\nBlumenfeld!_The tall officer waves his hand and opens the door cautiously,\nready to make his bow._\n\nHe is malting his career!RITZAU\n\nHe is a good fellow.The bedroom is west of the office.STEIN\n\nWould you rather be in Paris?RITZAU\n\nI would prefer any less unbearable country to this.How dull it\nmust be here in the winter time.STEIN\n\nBut we have saved them from dullness for a long time to come.Were you ever in the Montmartre caf\u00e9s, Ritzau?STEIN\n\nDoesn't one find there a wonderful refinement, culture and\ninnate elegance?Unfortunately, our Berlin people are far\ndifferent.RITZAU\n\nOh, of course._The tall officer comes out of the door, stepping backward.He\nheaves a sigh of relief and sits down near the two officers.Takes out a cigar._\n\nVON BLUMENFELD How are things?STEIN\n\nThen I am going to smoke too.BLUMENFELD\n\nYou may smoke.He is not coming out Do you want to hear\nimportant news?BLUMENFELD He laughed just now I\n\nSTEIN\n\nReally!The bathroom is west of the bedroom.BLUMENFELD\n\nUpon my word of honor!And he touched my shoulder with two\nfingers--do you understand?STEIN\n\n_With envy._\n\nOf course!I suppose you brought him good news, Blumenfeld?_The military telegraphist, standing at attention, hands\nBlumenfeld a folded paper._\n\nTELEGRAPHIST\n\nA radiogram, Lieutenant!BLUMENFELD\n\nLet me have it._Slowly he puts his cigar on the window sill and enters the\nCommander's room cautiously._\n\nSTEIN\n\nHe's a lucky fellow.You may say what you please about luck,\nbut it exists.Von?--Did you know his\nfather?RITZAU\n\nI have reason to believe that he had no grandfather at all.The breach between Palmer and Christine was steadily widening.She was\ntoo proud to ask him to spend more of his evenings with her.", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "On those\noccasions when he voluntarily stayed at home with her, he was so\ndiscontented that he drove her almost to distraction.Although she was\nconvinced that he was seeing nothing of the girl who had been with\nhim the night of the accident, she did not trust him.Not that girl,\nperhaps, but there were others.Into Christine's little parlor, then, K. turned, the evening after he\nhad seen Tillie.She was reading by the lamp, and the door into the hall\nstood open.\"Come in,\" she said, as he hesitated in the doorway.\"There's a brush in the drawer of the hat-rack--although I don't really\nmind how you look.\"The little room always cheered K. Its warmth and light appealed to his\naesthetic sense; after the bareness of his bedroom, it spelled luxury.And perhaps, to be entirely frank, there was more than physical comfort\nand satisfaction in the evenings he spent in Christine's firelit parlor.He was entirely masculine, and her evident pleasure in his society\ngratified him.He had fallen into a way of thinking of himself as a sort\nof older brother to all the world because he was a sort of older brother\nto Sidney.The evenings with her did something to reinstate him in his\nown self-esteem.It was subtle, psychological, but also it was very\nhuman.\"Here's a chair, and here are\ncigarettes and there are matches.But, for once, K. declined the chair.He stood in front of the fireplace\nand looked down at her, his head bent slightly to one side.\"I wonder if you would like to do a very kind thing,\" he said\nunexpectedly.\"Something much more trouble and not so pleasant.\"The garden is south of the bedroom.When she was with him, when his steady eyes\nlooked down at her, small affectations fell away.She was more genuine\nwith K. than with anyone else, even herself.\"Tell me what it is, or shall I promise first?\"\"I want you to promise just one thing: to keep a secret.\"Christine was not over-intelligent, perhaps, but she was shrewd.That Le\nMoyne's past held a secret she had felt from the beginning.I want you to go out to see her.\"The Street did not go out to see women in\nTillie's situation.The bedroom is south of the kitchen.She's going to have a child,\nChristine; and she has had no one to talk to but her hus--but Mr.I'd really rather not go, K. Not,\"\nshe hastened to set herself right in his eyes--\"not that I feel any\nunwillingness to see her.But--what in the\nworld shall I say to her?\"It had been rather a long time since Christine had been accused\nof having a kind heart.Not that she was unkind, but in all her\nself-centered young life there had been little call on her sympathies.\"I wish I were as good as you think I am.\"Then Le Moyne spoke briskly:--\n\n\"I'll tell you how to get there; perhaps I would better write it.\"He moved over to Christine's small writing-table and", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Behind him, Christine had taken his place on the hearth-rug and stood\nwatching his head in the light of the desk-lamp.\"What a strong, quiet\nface it is,\" she thought.Why did she get the impression of such a\ntremendous reserve power in this man who was a clerk, and a clerk only?Behind him she made a quick, unconscious gesture of appeal, both hands\nout for an instant.She dropped them guiltily as K. rose with the paper\nin his hand.\"I've drawn a sort of map of the roads,\" he began.\"You see, this--\"\n\nChristine was looking, not at the paper, but up at him.\"I wonder if you know, K.,\" she said, \"what a lucky woman the woman will\nbe who marries you?\"\"I wonder how long I could hypnotize her into thinking that.\"\"I've had time to do a little thinking lately,\" she said, without\nbitterness.I've been looking back,\nwondering if I ever thought that about him.I wonder--\"\n\nShe checked herself abruptly and took the paper from his hand.The bedroom is north of the garden.\"I'll go to see Tillie, of course,\" she consented.\"It is like you to\nhave found her.\"Although she picked up the book that she had been reading\nwith the evident intention of discussing it, her thoughts were still on\nTillie, on Palmer, on herself.After a moment:--\n\n\"Has it ever occurred to you how terribly mixed up things are?Can you think of anybody on it that--that things\nhave gone entirely right with?\"\"It's a little world of its own, of course,\" said K., \"and it has plenty\nof contact points with life.But wherever one finds people, many or few,\none finds all the elements that make up life--joy and sorrow, birth and\ndeath, and even tragedy.That's rather trite, isn't it?\"\"To a certain extent they make their own\nfates.But when you think of the women on the Street,--Tillie,\nHarriet Kennedy, Sidney Page, myself, even Mrs.Rosenfeld back in the\nalley,--somebody else moulds things for us, and all we can do is to sit\nback and suffer.I am beginning to think the world is a terrible place,\nK. Why do people so often marry the wrong people?Why can't a man\ncare for one woman and only one all his life?Why--why is it all so\ncomplicated?\"\"There are men who care for only one woman all their lives.\"\"You're that sort, aren't you?\"\"I don't want to put myself on any pinnacle.If I cared enough for\na woman to marry her, I'd hope to--But we are being very tragic,\nChristine.\"There's going to be another mistake, K., unless you stop\nit.\"The office is south of the garden.He tried to leaven the conversation with a little fun.\"If you're going to ask me to interfere between Mrs.McKee and the\ndeaf-and-dumb book and insurance agent, I shall do nothing of the sort.She can both speak and", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "He's mad about her, K.; and, because\nshe's the sort she is, he'll probably be mad about her all his life,\neven if he marries her.But he'll not be true to her; I know the type\nnow.\"K. leaned back with a flicker of pain in his eyes.That time had come for Joe, and to a lesser extent for K.\nThe boy rose and followed him to the door.\"Why don't you tell her the whole thing?--the whole filthy story?\"Schwitter had taken in five hundred dollars the previous day.\"Five hundred gross,\" the little man hastened to explain.It's going hard\nwith her, just now, that she hasn't any women friends about.It's in the\nsafe, in cash; I haven't had time to take it to the bank.\"He seemed\nto apologize to himself for the unbusinesslike proceeding of lending\nan entire day's gross receipts on no security.\"It's better to get him\naway, of course.I have tried to have an orderly\nplace.If they arrest him here--\"\n\nHis voice trailed off.He had come a far way from the day he had walked\ndown the Street, and eyed Its poplars with appraising eyes--a far way.Now he had a son, and the child's mother looked at him with tragic eyes.It was arranged that K. should go back to town, returning late that\nnight to pick up Joe at a lonely point on the road, and to drive him to\na railroad station.But, as it happened, he went back that afternoon.He had told Schwitter he would be at the hospital, and the message found\nhim there.Wilson was holding his own, conscious now and making a hard\nfight.The message from Schwitter was very brief:--\n\n\"Something has happened, and Tillie wants you.I don't like to trouble\nyou again, but she--wants you.\"K. was rather gray of face by that time, having had no sleep and little\nfood since the day before.But he got into the rented machine again--its\nrental was running up; he tried to forget it--and turned it toward\nHillfoot.But first of all he drove back to the Street, and walked\nwithout ringing into Mrs.McKee's approaching change of state had\naltered the \"mealing\" house.The ticket-punch still lay on the hat-rack\nin the hall.Through the rusty screen of the back parlor window one\nviewed the spiraea, still in need of spraying.McKee herself was in\nthe pantry, placing one slice of tomato and three small lettuce leaves\non each of an interminable succession of plates.The bedroom is south of the kitchen.\"I've got a car at the door,\" he announced, \"and there's nothing so\nextravagant as an empty seat in an automobile.Being of the class who believe a boudoir cap the\nideal headdress for a motor-car, she apologized for having none.\"If I'd known you were coming I would have borrowed a cap,\" she said.The office is south of the bedroom.\"Miss Tripp, third floor front, has a nice one.If you'll take me in", "question": "What is south of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "He was not without other\nanxieties.What if the sight of Tillie's baby did not do all that he\nexpected?And Schwitter had been very\nvague.But here K. was more sure of himself: the little man's voice had\nexpressed as exactly as words the sense of a bereavement that was not a\ngrief.McKee's old fondness for the girl to bring them\ntogether.But, as they neared the house with its lanterns and tables,\nits whitewashed stones outlining the drive, its small upper window\nbehind which Joe was waiting for night, his heart failed him, rather.He\nhad a masculine dislike for meddling, and yet--Mrs.McKee had suddenly\nseen the name in the wooden arch over the gate: \"Schwitter's.\"\"I'm not going in there, Mr.\"Tillie's not in the house.\"She didn't approve of all that went on there, so she moved out.It's\nvery comfortable and clean; it smells of hay.The bedroom is south of the office.You'd be surprised how\nnice it is.\"\"She's late with her conscience,\nI'm thinking.\"\"Last night,\" K. remarked, hands on the wheel, but car stopped, \"she\nhad a child there.It--it's rather like very old times, isn't it?McKee, not in a manger, of course.\"McKee's tone, which had been fierce at\nthe beginning, ended feebly.The bedroom is north of the kitchen.\"I want you to go in and visit her, as you would any woman who'd had a\nnew baby and needed a friend.Tell her you've been wanting to see her.\"\"Lie a little, for your soul's sake.\"She wavered, and while she wavered he drove her in under the arch with\nthe shameful name, and back to the barn.But there he had the tact to\nremain in the car, and Mrs.McKee's peace with Tillie was made alone.When, five minutes later, she beckoned him from the door of the barn,\nher eyes were red.They're going\nto be married right away.\"The clergyman was coming along the path with Schwitter at his heels.At the door to Tillie's room he uncovered his head.Lorenz had saved Palmer Howe's\ncredit.On the strength of the deposit, he borrowed a thousand at the\nbank with which he meant to pay his bills, arrears at the University and\nCountry Clubs, a hundred dollars lost throwing aces with poker dice, and\nvarious small obligations of Christine's.He drank nothing for a week,\nwent into the details of the new venture with Christine's father, sat at\nhome with Christine on her balcony in the evenings.With the knowledge\nthat he could pay his debts, he postponed the day.He liked the feeling\nof a bank account in four figures.The first evening or two Christine's pleasure in having him there\ngratified him.He felt kind, magnanimous, almost virtuous.On the third\nevening he was restless.It occurred to him that his wife was beginning\nto take his presence as a matter of course.When he found that the ice was out and the beer", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Christine had been making a fight, although her heart was only half\nin it.She was resolutely good-humored, ignored the past, dressed for\nPalmer in the things he liked.They still took their dinners at the\nLorenz house up the street.When she saw that the haphazard table\nservice there irritated him, she coaxed her mother into getting a\nbutler.The Street sniffed at the butler behind his stately back.Secretly and\nin its heart, it was proud of him.Crass, who could not have given\nan intelligent answer to save his life, for once had sufficient sense\nto remain silent.He did think of calling out the patent paint-pumping\nmachine and bringing the hosepipe to bear on the subject, but abandoned\nthe idea; after all, he thought, what was the use of arguing with such\na fool as Owen?Philpot, however, had suddenly grown very serious.'As things are now,' went on Owen, 'instead of enjoying the advantages\nof civilization we are really worse off than slaves, for if we were\nslaves our owners in their own interest would see to it that we always\nhad food and--'\n\n'Oh, I don't see that,' roughly interrupted old Linden, who had been\nlistening with evident anger and impatience.'You can speak for\nyourself, but I can tell yer I don't put MYSELF down as a slave.''Nor me neither,' said Crass sturdily.'Let them call their selves\nslaves as wants to.'The hallway is south of the bathroom.At this moment a footstep was heard in the passage leading to the\nkitchen.Crass hurriedly\npulled out his watch.Linden frantically seized hold of a pair of steps and began wandering\nabout the room with them.Sawkins scrambled hastily to his feet and, snatching a piece of\nsandpaper from the pocket of his apron, began furiously rubbing down\nthe scullery door.Easton threw down the copy of the Obscurer and scrambled hastily to his\nfeet.The boy crammed the Chronicles of Crime into his trousers pocket.The bedroom is north of the bathroom.Crass rushed over to the bucket and began stirring up the stale\nwhitewash it contained, and the stench which it gave forth was simply\nappalling.They looked like a gang of malefactors suddenly interrupted in the\ncommission of a crime.It was only Bundy returning from his mission to the\nBookie.Chapter 2\n\nNimrod: a Mighty Hunter before the Lord\n\n\nMr Hunter, as he was called to his face and as he was known to his\nbrethren at the Shining Light Chapel, where he was superintendant of\nthe Sunday School, or 'Misery' or 'Nimrod'; as he was named behind his\nback by the workmen over whom he tyrannized, was the general or walking\nforeman or'manager' of the firm whose card is herewith presented to\nthe reader:\n\n\n                            RUSHTON & CO.MUGSBOROUGH", "question": "What is north of the bathroom?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "He was a tall, thin man whose clothes hung loosely on the angles of his\nround-shouldered, bony form.His long, thin legs, about which the\nbaggy trousers draped in ungraceful folds, were slightly knock-kneed\nand terminated in large, flat feet.His arms were very long even for\nsuch a tall man, and the huge, bony hands were gnarled and knotted.When he removed his bowler hat, as he frequently did to wipe away with\na red handkerchief the sweat occasioned by furious bicycle riding, it\nwas seen that his forehead was high, flat and narrow.His nose was a\nlarge, fleshy, hawklike beak, and from the side of each nostril a deep\nindentation extended downwards until it disappeared in the dropping\nmoustache that concealed his mouth, the vast extent of which was\nperceived only when he opened it to bellow at the workmen his\nexhortations to greater exertions.His chin was large and\nextraordinarily long.The eyes were pale blue, very small and close\ntogether, surmounted by spare, light-, almost invisible\neyebrows, with a deep vertical cleft between them over the nose.His\nhead, covered with thick, coarse brown hair, was very large at the\nback; the ears were small and laid close to the head.If one were to\nmake a full-face drawing of his cadaverous visage it would be found\nthat the outline resembled that of the lid of a coffin.This man had been with Rushton--no one had ever seen the 'Co.'--for\nfifteen years, in fact almost from the time when the latter commenced\nbusiness.Rushton had at that period realized the necessity of having\na deputy who could be used to do all the drudgery and running about so\nthat he himself might be free to attend to the more pleasant or\nprofitable matters.Hunter was then a journeyman, but was on the point\nof starting on his own account, when Rushton offered him a constant job\nas foreman, two pounds a week, and two and a half per cent of the\nprofits of all work done.On the face of it this appeared a generous\noffer.Hunter closed with it, gave up the idea of starting for\nhimself, and threw himself heart and mind into the business.The kitchen is south of the hallway.When an\nestimate was to be prepared it was Hunter who measured up the work and\nlaboriously figured out the probably cost.When their tenders were\naccepted it was he who superintended the work and schemed how to scamp\nit, where possible, using mud where mortar was specified, mortar where\nthere ought to have been cement, sheet zinc where they were supposed to\nput sheet lead, boiled oil instead of varnish, and three coats of paint\nwhere five were paid for.In fact, scamping the work was with this man\na kind of mania.The bathroom is north of the hallway.It grieved him to see anything done properly.Even\nwhen it was more economical to do a thing well, he insisted from force\nof habit on having it scamped.Then he was almost happy, because he\nfelt that he was doing someone down", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "If there were an architect\nsuperintending the work, Misery would square him or bluff him.If it\nwere not possible to do either, at least he had a try; and in the\nintervals of watching, driving and bullying the hands, his vulture eye\nwas ever on the look out for fresh jobs.His long red nose was thrust\ninto every estate agent's office in the town in the endeavour to smell\nout what properties had recently changed hands or been let, in order\nthat he might interview the new owners and secure the order for\nwhatever alterations or repairs might be required.He it was who\nentered into unholy compacts with numerous charwomen and nurses of the\nsick, who in return for a small commission would let him know when some\npoor sufferer was passing away and would recommend Rushton & Co.to the\nbereaved and distracted relatives.By these means often--after first\ncarefully inquiring into the financial position of the stricken\nfamily--Misery would contrive to wriggle his unsavoury carcass into the\nhouse of sorrow, seeking, even in the chamber of death, to further the\ninterests of Rushton & Co.and to earn his miserable two and a half per\ncent.The garden is east of the office.Not only his\ncountrymen boast of the superior effusions of his muse, but foreigners\nfeel and admire the graces, the strength and harmony of his verse, and\nthat delicacy of satire, and energy of style, by which he raised himself\nto immortality.\"Another of his biographers says: \"La religion, qui\neclaira ses derniers momens, avoit anime toute sa vie.\"The author of\nthe Pursuits of Literature thus speaks of him: \"The most perfect of all\nmodern writers, in true taste and judgment.The bedroom is east of the garden.His sagacity was unerring;\nhe combined every ancient excellence, and appears original even in the\nadoption of acknowledged thoughts and allusions.He is the just and\nadequate representative of Horace, Juvenal, and Perseus, united, without\none indecent blemish; and for my own part, I have always considered him\nas the most finished gentleman that ever wrote.\"In his Life, translated\nby Ozell, we are told, that \"he was full of sentiments of humanity,\nmildness, and justice.He censured vice, and sharply attacked the bad\ntaste of his time, without one spark of envy, or calumny.Whatever\nshocked truth, raised in him an indignation which he could not master,\nand which accounts for that energy and fire which pervades his satires.The sight of any learned man in want, made him so uneasy, that he could\nnot forbear lending money.His good nature and justice did farther\nappear in his manner of recompensing his domestics, and by his\nliberality to the poor.He gave by his will fifty thousand livres to the\nsmall parishes adjoining the church of Notre Dame; ten thousand livres\nto his valet de chambre, and five thousand to an old woman who had\nserved him a long time.But he was not contented to bestow his\nbenevolence at his death, and", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Part of this is confirmed\nby another biographer: \"Une piete sincere, une foi vive et une charite\nsi grande, qu'elle ne lui a presque fait reconnoitre d'autres heritiers\nque les pauvres.\"la Comtesse de la Riviere, and\nthose of de Sevigne, frequently mention the charm which attended the\nvisits of Boileau.[12] Rabutin du Bussy thus speaks of him, in a letter\nto the Pere Rapin, after eulogizing Moliere: \"Despreaux est encore\nmerveilleuse; personne ne'crit avec plus de purete; ses pensees sont\nfortes, et ce qui m'en plait, toujours vraies.\"The bathroom is north of the bedroom.The above is a very cursory and brief allusion to what might be gathered\nrespecting those superb gardens in France, whose costly and magnificent\ndecorations so charmed many of our English nobility and gentry, when\ntravelling there, during the periods of Charles II., James II., William,\nAnne, and during subsequent reigns.One need recur only to a very few,\nas to Rose, who was sent there by Lord Essex, to view Versailles; to\nGeorge London, who was commissioned to go there, not only by the same\nRose, but who afterwards accompanied the Earl of Portland, King\nWilliam's ambassador; but to Evelyn, Addison, Dr.Lister, Kent, when he\naccompanied Lord Burlington through France to Italy; to the Earl of Cork\nand Orrery (the translator of Pliny's Letters), whose gardens at\n_Marston_, and at _Caledon_, and whose letters from Italy, all shew the\neagerness with which he must have viewed the gardens of France, when\npassing through the provinces towards Florence; to Ray, Lady M. W.\nMontague, Bolingbroke, Peterborough, Smollet, John Wilks, John Horne\n(when he met Mr.Sterne, or designed to meet him, at _Toulouse_), to\nGray, Walpole, R. P. Knight, who must have passed through the rich\nprovinces of France, as, in his work on Taste, he speaks of \"terraces\nand borders intermixed with vines and flowers, (_as I have seen them in\nItalian villas_, and in some old English gardens in the same style),\nwhere the mixture of splendour, richness, and neatness, was beautiful\nand pleasing in the highest degree;\" and to the lately deceased Sir U.\nPrice, who must also have passed through France, to view (with the\neagerness with which he did view) the rich and magnificently decorated\ngardens of Italy, \"aided with the splendour and magnificence of art,\"\ntheir ballustrades, their fountains, basons, vases and statues, and\nwhich he dwells on in his Essays with the same enthusiasm as when he\nthere contemplated the works of Titian, Paul Veronese, and otherThe kitchen is north of the bathroom.", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Indeed, those pages where he regrets the demolition of many of\nour old English gardens, and when he dwells on the probability that even\nRaphael, Giulio Romano, and M. Angelo, (which last planted the famous\ncypresses in the garden of the Villa d'Este) were consulted on the\ndecorations of some of the old Italian ones; these pages at once shew\nthe fascinating charms of his classic pen.The garden is north of the hallway.[13]\n\nEngland can boast too of very great names, who have been attached to\nthis art, and most zealously patronized it, though they have not written\non the subject:--Lord Burleigh, Lord Hudson, Sir Walter Raleigh, Lord\nCapell, who honoured himself by several years correspondence with La\nQuintinye; William the Third,--for Switzer tells us, that \"in the least\ninterval of ease, gardening took up a greater part of his time, in which\nhe was not only a delighter, but likewise a great judge,\"--the Earl of\nEssex, whom the mild and benevolent Lord William Russell said \"was the\nworthiest, the justest, the sincerest, and the most concerned for the\npublic, of any man he ever knew;\" Lord William Russell himself, too, on\nwhom Thomson says,\n\n   _Bring every sweetest flower, and let me strew\n   The grave where Russell lies_,\n\nwhose fall Switzer feelingly laments, as one of the best of masters, and\nencouragers of arts and sciences, particularly gardening, that that age\nproduced, and who \"made _Stratton_, about seven miles from Winchester,\nhis seat, and his gardens there some of the best that were made in those\nearly days, such indeed as have mocked some that have been done since;\nand the gardens of Southampton House, in Bloomsbury Square, were also of\nhis making;\" the generous friend of this Lord William Russell, the manly\nand patriotic Duke of Devonshire, who erected _Chatsworth_, that noble\nspecimen of a magnificent spirit;[14] Henry Earl of Danby, the Duke of\nArgyle, beheaded in 1685, for having supported the rebellion of\nMonmouth; the Earl of Halifax, the friend of Addison, Swift, Pope, and\nSteele, and on whom a funeral poem thus speaks,\n\n   _In the rich furniture of whose fair mind,\n   Those dazzling intellectual graces shin'd,\n   That drew the love and homage of mankind._[15]\n\nLord Weymouth; Dr.El-Jereed, the Country of Dates.--Its hard soil.--Salt Lake.The bedroom is north of the garden.Its vast\nextent.--Beautiful Palm-trees.--The Dates, a staple article of Food.--\nSome Account of the Date-Palm.--Made of Culture.--Delicious Beverage.--\nTapping the Palm.--Meal formed from the Dates.--Baskets made of the\nBranches of the Tree.--Poetry of the Palm.--Its Irrigation.--\nPalm-Groves.--Collection of Tribute by the \"Bey of the Camp.\"Tour in the Jereed of Captain Balf", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Reade.--Sidi Mohammed.--\nPlain of Manouba.--Tunis.--Tfeefleeah.--The Bastinado.--Turkish\nInfantry.--Kairwan.--Sidi Amour Abeda.--Saints.--A French Spy--\nAdministration of Justice.--The Bey's presents.--The Hobara.--Ghafsa.The kitchen is west of the hallway.Hot streams containing Fish.--Snakes.--Incantation.--Moorish Village.Toser.--The Bey's Palace.--Blue Doves.--The town described.--Industry\nof the People.--Sheikh Tahid imprisoned and punished.--Leghorn.--The\nBoo-habeeba.--A Domestic Picture.--The Bey's Diversions.--The Bastinado.--\nConcealed Treasure.--Nefta.--The Two Saints.--Departure of Santa Maria.--\nSnake-charmers.--Wedyen.--Deer Stalking.--Splendid view of the Sahara.--\nRevolting Acts.--Qhortabah.--Ghafsa.--Byrlafee.--Mortality among the\nCamels--Aqueduct.--Remains of Udina.--Arrival at Tunis.--The Boab's\nWives.--Curiosities.--Tribute Collected.--Author takes leave of the\nGovernor of Mogador, and embarks for England.--Rough Weather.--Arrival\nin London.TRAVELS IN MOROCCO.CHAPTER I.\n\nThe Mogador Jewesses.--Disputes between the Jew and the Moor.--Melancholy\nScenes.--The Jews of the Atlas.--Their Religion.--Beautiful Women.--The\nFour Wives.--Statues discovered.--Discrepancy of age of married people.--\nYoung and frail fair ones.--Superstition respecting Salt.--White\nBrandy.--Ludicrous Anecdote.Notwithstanding the imbecile prejudices of the native Barbary Jews, such\nof them who adopt European habits, or who mix with European merchants,\nare tolerably good members of society, always endeavouring to restrain\ntheir own peculiarities.The European Jewesses settled in Mogador, are\nindeed the belles of society, and attend all the balls (such as they\nare).The Jewess sooner forgets religious differences than the Jew, and\nI was told by a Christian lady, it would be a dangerous matter for a\nChristian gentleman to make an offer of marriage to a Mogador Jewess,\nunless in downright earnest; as it would be sure to be accepted.Monsieur Delaport, Consul of France, was the first official person who\nbrought prominently forward the native and other Jews into the European\nsociety of this place, and since then, these Jews have improved in their\nmanners, and increased their respectability.The principal European Jews\nare from London, Gibraltar, and Marseilles.Many native Jews have\nattempted to wear European clothes; and a European hat, or coat, is now\nthe rage among native Jewesses, who all aspire to get a husband wearing\neither.The hallway is west of the garden.Such are elements of the progress of the Jewess population in\nthis part of the world, and there is no doubt their position has been\ngreatly ameliorated within the last half century, or since the", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"Continual disputes arise between the Jew and the Moor; when the Jew is\nwrong, the Moor takes his own satisfaction, and if the Jew be right, he\nlodges a complaint with the judge, who always decides in favour of the\nMussulman.I have seen the Mahometan children amuse themselves by\nbeating little Jews, who durst not defend themselves.When a Jew passes\na mosque, he is obliged to take off his slippers, or shoes; he must do\nthe same when he passes the house of the Kaed, the Kady, or any\nMussulman of distinction.At Fez, and in some other towns, they are\nobliged to walk barefooted.\"Ali Bey mentions other vexations and\noppressions, and adds, \"When I saw the Jews were so ill-treated and\nvexed in every way, I asked them why they did not go to another country.They answered that they could not do so, because they were slaves of the\nSultan.\"The bedroom is north of the office.The garden is south of the office.Again he says, \"As the Jews have a particular skill in\nthieving, they indemnify themselves for the ill-treatment they receive\nfrom the Moors, by cheating them daily.\"Jewesses are exempt from taking off their slippers, or sandals, when\npassing the mosques.The late Emperor, Muley Suleiman, [1] professed to\nbe a rigidly exact Mussulman, and considered it very indecent, and a\ngreat scandal that Jewesses, some of them, like most women of this\ncountry, of enormous dimensions, should be allowed to disturb the decent\nframe of mind of pious Mussulmen, whilst entering the threshold of the\nhouse of prayer, by the sad exhibitions of these good ladies stooping\ndown and shewing their tremendous calves, when in the act of taking off\ntheir shoes before passing the mosques.For such reasons, Jewesses are\nnow privileged and exempted from the painful necessity of walking\nbarefoot in the streets.The policy of the Court in relation to the Jews continually fluctuates.Sometimes, the Emperor thinks they ought to be treated like the rest of\nhis subjects; at other times, he seems anxious to renew in all its\nvigour the system described by Ali Bey.Hearing that the Jews of\nTangier, on returning from Gibraltar, would often adopt the European\ndress, and so, by disguising themselves, be treated like Christians and\nEuropeans, he ordered all these would-be Europeans forthwith to be\nundressed, and to resume their black turban.Alas, how were all these Passover, Tabernacle and wedding festivals,\nthese happy and joyous days of the Jewish society of Mogador, changed on\nthe bombardment of that city!What became of the rich and powerful\nmerchants, the imperial vassals of commerce with their gorgeous wives\nbending under the weight of diamonds, pearls, and precious gems, during\nthat sad and unexpected period?The newspapers of the day recorded the\nmelancholy story.Many of the Jews were massacred, or buried underneath\nthe ruins of the city; their wives subjected to plunder; the rest were\nleft wandering naked and starving on the desolate sandy coast of", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "It is well known that, while the French bombarded Tangier and Mogador\nfrom without, the Berber and Arab tribes, aided by the _canaille_ of the\nMoors, plundered the city from within.On the march to the sea Sherman took with him only\nsixty-five field-pieces.The <DW64> refugees in the lower picture recall an\nembarrassment of the march to the sea.\"<DW64>s of all sizes\" flocked in\nthe army's path and stayed there, a picturesque procession, holding\ntightly to the skirts of the army which they believed had come for the\nsole purpose of setting them free.The cavalcade of <DW64>s soon became so\nnumerous that Sherman became anxious for his army's sustenance, and\nfinding an old gray-haired black at Covington, Sherman explained to him\ncarefully that if the <DW64>s continued to swarm after the army it would\nfail in its purpose and they would not get their freedom.Sherman believed\nthat the old man spread this news to the slaves along the line of march,\nand in part saved the army from being overwhelmed by the contrabands.[Illustration: <DW64>s FLOCKING IN THE ARMY'S PATH\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, PATRIOT PUB.[Illustration: THE DEFENDER OF SAVANNAH]\n\nThe task of General Hardee in defending Savannah was one of peculiar\ndifficulty.He had only eighteen thousand men, and he was uncertain where\nSherman would strike.The bathroom is east of the hallway.Some supposed that Sherman would move at once upon\nCharleston, but Hardee argued that the Union army would have to establish\na new base of supplies on the seacoast before attempting to cross the\nnumerous deep rivers and swamps of South Carolina.Hardee's task therefore\nwas to hold Savannah just as long as possible, and then to withdraw\nnorthward to unite with the troops which General Bragg was assembling, and\nwith the detachments scattered at this time over the Carolinas.The hallway is east of the bedroom.In\nprotecting his position around Savannah, Fort McAllister was of prime\nimportance, since it commanded the Great Ogeechee River in such a way as\nto prevent the approach of the Federal fleet, Sherman's dependence for\nsupplies.It was accordingly manned by a force of two hundred under\ncommand of Major G. W. Anderson, provided with fifty days' rations for use\nin case the work became isolated.About\nnoon of December 13th, Major Anderson's men saw troops in blue moving\nabout in the woods.The artillery on the land side\nof the fort was turned upon them as they advanced from one position to\nanother, and sharpshooters picked off some of their officers.At half-past\nfour o'clock, however, the long-expected charge was made from three\ndifferent directions, so that the defenders, too few in number to hold the\nwhole line, were soon overpowered.Hardee now had to consider more\nnarrowly the best time for withdrawing from the lines at Savannah.[Illustration: FORT McALLISTER--THE LAST BARRIER TO THE SEA\n\nC", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "[Illustration: WATERFRONT AT SAVANNAH, 1865\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, REVIEW OF REVIEWS CO.]Savannah was better protected by nature from attack by land or water than\nany other city near the Atlantic seaboard.Stretching to the north, east,\nand southward lay swamps and morasses through which ran the river-approach\nof twelve miles to the town.Innumerable small creeks separated the\nmarshes into islands over which it was out of the question for an army to\nmarch without first building roads and bridging miles of waterways.The\nFederal fleet had for months been on the blockade off the mouth of the\nriver, and Savannah had been closed to blockade runners since the fall of\nFort Pulaski in April, 1862.But obstructions and powerful batteries held\nthe river, and Fort McAllister, ten miles to the south, on the Ogeechee,\nstill held the city safe in its guardianship.[Illustration: FORT McALLISTER, THAT HELD THE FLEET AT BAY\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, PATRIOT PUB.[Illustration: THE FIFTEEN MINUTES' FIGHT\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, PATRIOT PUB.Across these ditches at Fort McAllister, through entangling abatis, over\npalisading, the Federals had to fight every inch of their way against the\nConfederate garrison up to the very doors of their bomb-proofs, before the\ndefenders yielded on December 13th.Sherman had at once perceived that the\nposition could be carried only by a land assault.The fort was strongly\nprotected by ditches, palisades, and plentiful abatis; marshes and streams\ncovered its flanks, but Sherman's troops knew that shoes and clothing and\nabundant rations were waiting for them just beyond it, and had any of them\nbeen asked if they could take the fort their reply would have been in the\nwords of the poem: \"Ain't we simply got to take it?\"The office is west of the garden.Sherman selected for\nthe honor of the assault General Hazen's second division of the Fifteenth\nCorps, the same which he himself had commanded at Shiloh and Vicksburg.Gaily the troops crossed the bridge on the morning of the 13th.Sherman\nwas watching anxiously through his glass late in the afternoon when a\nFederal steamer came up the river and signaled the query: \"Is Fort\nMcAllister taken?\"To which Sherman sent reply: \"Not yet, but it will be\nin a minute.\"At that instant Sherman saw Hazen's troops emerge from the\nwoods before the fort, \"the lines dressed as on parade, with colors\nflying.\"Immediately dense clouds of smoke belching from the fort\nenveloped the Federals.The kitchen is east of the garden.There was a pause; the smoke cleared away, and,\nsays Sherman, \"the parapets were blue with our men.\"[Illustration: COPYRIGHT, 1911, PATRIOT PUB.[Illustration: A BIG GUN AT FORT McALLISTER\n\nCOPYRIGHT, 1911, PATRIOT P", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Fort McAllister is at last in complete possession of the Federals, and a\ngroup of the men who had charged over these ramparts has arranged itself\nbefore the camera as if in the very act of firing the great gun that\npoints seaward across the marshes, toward Ossabaw Sound.There is one very\npeculiar thing proved by this photograph--the gun itself is almost in a\nfixed position as regards range and sweep of fire.The office is east of the kitchen.Instead of the\nelevating screw to raise or depress the muzzle, there has been substituted\na block of wood wedged with a heavy spike, and the narrow pit in which the\ngun carriage is sunk admits of it being turned but a foot or so to right\nor left.It evidently controlled one critical point in the river, but\ncould not have been used in lending any aid to the repelling of General\nHazen's attack.The officer pointing with outstretched arm is indicating\nthe very spot at which a shell fired from his gun would fall.The men in\nthe trench are artillerymen of General Hazen's division of the Fifteenth\nCorps; their appearance in their fine uniforms, polished breastplates and\nbuttons, proves that Sherman's men could not have presented the ragged\nappearance that they are often pictured as doing in the war-time sketches.[_Pointing to SALOME\nand SHEBA._] There are a couple of yearlings here, you don't know.My\nnieces--Salome and Sheba.[_Bowing._] How do you do?[_Heartily taking GEORGIANA'S hand again._]\nWell, I don't care whose sister you are, but I'm jolly glad to see\nyou, George, my boy.Gracious, Tris, don't squeeze my hand so![_In horror._] Salome, Sheba, children![_To himself._] Oh, what shall I do with my widowed\nsister?[_He goes into the garden._\n\nSHEBA.The bedroom is east of the office.[_To SALOME._] That's like pa, just as we were getting interested.[_They go out by the window._\n\nSIR TRISTRAM.You know your brother and I were at Oxford together,\nGeorge?Well, then, you just lay a thousand sovereigns to a gooseberry\nthat in this house I'm a Dean, too!I suppose he's thinking of the Canons--and the Bishop--and those\nchaps.Lord bless your heart, they're all right when you cheer them up a bit!If I'm here till the autumn meeting you'll find me lunching on the\nhill, with the Canons marking my card and the dear old Bishop mixing\nthe salad.So say the word, Tris--I'll make it all right with\nAugustin.The fact is I'm fixed at the \"Swan\" with--what\ndo you think, George?--with Dandy Dick.I brought him down with me in lavender.You know he runs for the\nDurnstone Handicap to-morrow.There's precious little that horse does that I don't know, and\nwhat I don't know I dream.As a fiddle--shines like a mirror--", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The bedroom is west of the kitchen.[_Mysteriously._] Tris, Dandy Dick doesn't belong to you--not _all_ of\nhim.At your sale he was knocked down to John\nFielder the trainer.No, it doesn't, it belongs to _me!_\n\nSIR TRISTRAM.Yes, directly I saw Dandy Dick marched out before the auctioneer I\nasked John Fielder to help me, and he did, like a Briton.For I can't\nlive without horseflesh, if it's only a piece of cat's meat on a\nskewer.But when I condescended to keep company with the Canons and\nthe Bishop here I promised Augustin that I wouldn't own anything on\nfour legs, so John sold you half of Dick, and I can swear I don't own\na horse--and I don't--not a whole one.But half a horse is better than\nno bread, Tris--and we're partners._SALOME and SHEBA enter unperceived._\n\nSIR TRISTRAM.ho!--I beg your pardon, George--ha!Well, now you know he's fit, of course, you're going to back Dandy\nDick for the Durnstone Handicap.For every penny I've got in the world.That isn't much, but\nif I'm not a richer woman by a thousand pounds to-morrow night I shall\nhave had a bad day.[_The girls come towards the Library._\n\nGEORGIANA.The bedroom is east of the hallway.[_The girls go into the Library._\n\nSIR TRISTRAM.Keep your eye on the old horse, Tristram.[_SIR TRISTRAM bursts out laughing again, she\njoining in the laughter._] Oh, do be quiet!Oh, say good-bye for me to the Dean![_She gives\nhim a push and he goes out._\n\n_SHEBA and SALOME immediately re-enter from the Library._\n\nSHEBA.Aunt--dear Aunt----\n\nGEORGIANA.Aunt--Salome has something to say to you.[_Catching hold of SHEBA._] Hallo,\nlittle 'un!Aunt--dear Aunt Georgiana--we heard you say something about a thousand\npounds.And, oh, Aunt, a thousand pounds is such a\nlot, and we poor girls want such a little.I haven't, any more than you have, Sheba.Well, I'm in debt too, but I only meant to beg for Salome; but now I\nask for both of us.Oh, Aunt Tidman, papa has told us that you have\nknown troubles.Because Salome and I are weary fragments too--we're\neverything awful but chastened widows.Why, you ought to be ashamed of yourselves, you girls!To cry and go on like this about forty pounds!But we've only got fifteen and threepence of our own in the world!And, oh, Aunt, you know something about the Races, don't you?If you do, help two poor creatures to win forty pounds, nineteen.Aunt\nGeorgiana, what's \"Dandy Dick\" you", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Then let Dandy Dick win _us_ some money.Do, and we'll love you for ever and ever, Aunt Georgiana.[_She embraces them heartily._] Bless your little innocent\nfaces!Do you want to win _fifty_ pounds?[_Taking her betting book from her pocket._] Very well, then, put your\nvery petticoats on Dandy Dick![_The girls stand clutching their skirts, frightened._\n\nSALOME.The morning-room at the Deanery, with the fire and the lamps lighted.SHEBA is playing the piano, SALOME lolling upon the settee, and\nGEORGIANA pouring out tea.I call you Sally, Salome--the evening's too short for\nyour name.All right, Aunt George--two lumps, please.This done, the skins are then\nsewed up so as to hold the tanning liquid, which consists of a warm and\nstrong decoction of Spanish sumac.The skins are filled with this liquid,\nthen piled up one above the other and subsequently refilled, two or three\ntimes, or as fast as the liquid is forced through the skins.If the furs\nor pelts were first soaked to soften them, all the fatty, fleshy matter\ncarefully removed, after sewed up as goat skins are, and then filled and\nrefilled several times with a strong decoction of white oak bark, warm,\nbut not hot, no doubt the result would prove satisfactory.J. F. SCHLIEMAN, HARTFORD, WIS.--Are there any works on the\ncultivation of the blueberry, and if so could you furnish the same?Do you\nknow of any parties that cultivate them?ANSWER.--We have never come across anything satisfactory on the\ncultivation of the blueberry except in Le Bon Jardiniere, which says: \"The\nsuccessful cultivation of the whole tribe of Vacciniums is very difficult.The shrubs do not live long and are reproduced with much difficulty,\neither by layers or seeds.\"The blueberry, like the cranberry, appears to\nbe a potash plant, the swamp variety not growing well except where the\nwater is soft, the soil peaty above and sandy below.The same appears also\nto be true of the high land blueberry; the soil where they grow is\ngenerally sandy and the water soft.You can procure Le Bon Jardiniere (a\nwork which is a treasure to the amateur in fruit and plants) of Jansen,\nMcClurg & Co., of Chicago, at 30 cents, the franc.Some parties, we think,\noffer blueberry plants for sale, but we do not recollect who they are.H. HARRIS, HOLT'S PRAIRIE, ILL.--Will it do to tile drain land\nwhich has a hard pan of red clay twelve to eighteen inches below the\nsurface?The kitchen is south of the garden.ANSWER.--It will do no harm to the land to drain it if there is a hard pan\nnear the surface, but in order to make tile draining effective on such\nland, the drains will have to be at half the distance common on soils\nwithout the hard panThe garden is south of the bathroom.", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "SUBSCRIBER, DECATUR, ILL.--In testing seed corn, what per cent must sprout\nto be called first-class.I have some twenty bushels of Stowell's\nEvergreen that was carefully gathered, assorted, and shelled by hand.This I have tested by planting twenty-one grains, of which sixteen grew.ANSWER.--Ninety-five, certainly.If five kernels out of twenty-one failed\nto grow, that would be 31 per cent of bad seed, and we should consider the\nquality inferior.But further, if under the favorable condition of trial,\n31 percent failed, ten grains in every twenty-one would be almost sure to,\nin the field.It was a mistake to shell the corn; seed should always\nremain on the cob to the last moment, because if it is machine or\nhand-shelled at low temperature, and put away in bulk, when warm weather\ncomes, it is sure to sweat, and if it heats, the germ is destroyed.Better\nspread your corn out in the dry, and where it will not freeze, as soon as\nyou can.L. C. LEANIARTT (?)NEBRASKA.--I wish to secure a blue grass pasture in my\ntimber for hogs.Will it be necessary to keep them out till the grass\ngets a good start?Shall I follow the directions you gave Mr.Perkins\nin THE PRAIRIE FARMER, February 9?Is not blue grass pasture the best\nthing I can give my hogs?Better do so, and you will then be more likely to get a good\ncatch and full stand.Blue grass is very good for hogs, but it is improved by the addition of\nclover.The bedroom is west of the office.C. C. SAMUELS, SPRINGFIELD, ILL.--1.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.What pears would you recommend for\nthis latitude?I have some grape\nvines, light  fruit, but late, Elvira, I think the nurseryman told\nme, which appear to be suffering from something at the roots.What is the\nphylloxera, and what shall I do to my grape vines if they infest the\nroots?ANSWER.--The Bartlett for _certain_--it being the best of all the\npears--and the Kieffer and Le Conte for _experiment_.If the latter\nsucceed you will have lots of nice large fruit just about as desirable for\neating as a Ben Davis apple in May.We know of one only, the Tyson, a\nsmallish summer pear that never blights, at least in some localities,\nwhere all others do more or less.If your Elviras are afflicted with\nthe phylloxera, a root-bark louse, manure and fertilize them at once, and\nirrigate or water them in the warm season.The French vine-growers seem at\nlast to have found out that lice afflict half starved grape roots, as they\ndo half starved cattle, and that they have only to feed and water\ncarefully to restore their vines to health.J. S. S., SPRINGFIELD, ILL.--I am not a stock man nor a", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "I am therefore a good deal exercised about this\nfoot-and-mouth disease.Is it the terrible scourge reported by one cattle\ndoctor, who, according to the papers, says, \"the only remedies are fire or\ndeath.\"ANSWER.--The disease is a bad one, very contagious, but easily yields to\nremedies in the first stages.THOMAS V. JOHNSON, LEXINGTON, KY.--There is a report here that your draft\nhorses of all breeds are not crossing with satisfaction on your common\nsteeds in Illinois, and that not more twenty five in one hundred of the\nmares for the last three years have thrown foal, nor will they the present\nseason.The kitchen is south of the garden.ANSWER.--Our correspondent has certainly been misinformed, or is an\nunconscious victim of local jealousy, as he may easily convince himself by\nvisiting interior towns, every one of which is a horse market.BY A MAN OF THE PRAIRIE.A neighbor of mine who has been intending to purchase store cattle and\nsheep at the Chicago Stock Yards soon, asked me last night what I thought\nabout his doing so.I asked him if he had read what THE PRAIRIE\nFARMER and other papers had contained of late regarding foot-and-mouth\ndisease in Maine, Kansas, Illinois, and Iowa.He had not; did not take the\npapers, and had not heard anything about the disease here or in England.The bathroom is south of the kitchen.Then I explained to him, as best I could, its nature, contagious\ncharacter, etc., and having a PRAIRIE FARMER in my pocket, read him your\nbrief history of the ailment in Great Britain.Finally, said he, What has that got to do with my question\nabout buying cattle and sheep at the stock yards?Just this, I replied:\nevery day there are arrivals at the stock yards of many thousands of\ncattle from these infected States.This lady, who is not only beautiful but charming,\nyou neglect in the most astonishing manner.No, I am not forgetting that\nyou had other pressing duties to attend to, but even so, if you had\ncared for your wife, you could not have remained away from her as you\ndid.It was nothing less than heartless to leave a poor young woman, in\nthe state she was in, alone among strangers.Your letter only partially\nsatisfied me.Your arguments would have seemed to me perfectly\nunconvincing, if I had not been so anxious to believe the best.As it\nwas, although I tried to ignore it, a root of suspicion still lingered\nin my mind.Then, when you finally do turn up, instead of hurrying to\nyour wife's bedside you try in every way to avoid meeting her till at\nlast I have to insist upon your doing so.I tell you, that if she had\nnot shown such marked affection for you, I should have had no doubt of\nyour guilt.\"Do I look like a wife-beater?\"\"No, but the only murderess I ever knew looked like one of Raphael's\nMadonnas.\"Thompkins,\" continued the doctor, \"the more I\nbecame convinced that a severe shock was responsible for", "question": "What is the kitchen north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The kitchen is south of the bedroom.\"Even physicians are occasionally mistaken in their diagnosis, I have\nbeen told.\"\"You are right; that is why I have given you the benefit of the doubt,\"\nreplied the doctor calmly.\"This morning, however, I made a discovery,\nwhich practically proves that my suspicions were not unfounded.\"\"And pray what is this great discovery of yours?\"\"I had been worrying about this case all night, when it suddenly\noccurred to me to consult the peerage.I wanted to find out who Lady\nWilmersley's people were, so that I might communicate with them if I\nconsidered it necessary.The first thing I found was that your wife was\nborn in 18--, so that now she is in her twenty-eighth year.My patient\nis certainly not more than twenty.How do you account for this\ndiscrepancy in their ages?\"Cyril forced himself to smile superciliously.\"And is my wife's youthful appearance your only reason for doubting her\nidentity?\"The garden is north of the bedroom.The doctor seemed a little staggered by Cyril's nonchalant manner.\"It is my chief reason, but as I have just taken the trouble to explain,\nnot my only one.\"And if she is not my wife, whom do you suspect her of\nbeing?\"In trying to conceal his agitation Cyril\nunfortunately assumed an air of frigid detachment, which only served to\nexasperate the doctor still further.The doctor glared at Cyril for a moment but seemed at a loss for a\ncrushing reply.\"You must acknowledge that appearances are against you,\" he said at\nlast, making a valiant effort to control his temper.\"If you are a man\nof honour, you ought to appreciate that my position is a very difficult\none and to be as ready to forgive me, if I have erred through excessive\nzeal, as I shall be to apologise to you.Now let me ask you one more\nquestion.Why were you so anxious that I should not see the jewels?\"I thought, of course, that you had.I\napologise for not having satisfied your curiosity.\"There was a short pause during which the doctor looked long and\nsearchingly at Cyril.I feel that there is something fishy about this\nbusiness.\"I was not aware that I was trying to do so.\"\"Lord Wilmersley--for I suppose you are Lord Wilmersley?\"\"Unless I am his valet, Peter Thompkins.\"\"I know nothing about you,\" cried the doctor, \"and you have succeeded to\nyour title under very peculiar circumstances, my lord.\"\"So you suspect me not only of flogging my wife but of murdering my\ncousin!\"\"My dear doctor, don't you realise that if there\nwere the slightest grounds for your suspicions, the police would have\nput me under surveillance long ago.Why, I can easily prove that I was\nin Paris at the time of the murder.\"I don't doubt that you have an impeccable alibi.But if I informed the police that you were passing off as your wife a\ngirl several years younger than Lady Wilmersley, a girl, moreover, who,\nyou acknowledged, joined you at Newhaven the very morning after the\nmurder--if I told", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Cyril felt cold chills creeping down his back and the palms of his hands\ngrew moist.Not a flicker of an eyelash, however, betrayed his inward\ntumult.\"They would no doubt pay as high a tribute to your imagination\nas I do,\" he answered.Then, abandoning his careless pose, he sat up in his chair.\"You have been insulting me for the last half-hour, and I have borne it\nvery patiently, partly because your absurd suspicions amused me, and\npartly because I realised that, although you are a fool, you are an\nhonest fool.\"The garden is north of the kitchen.\"You can hardly resent being called a fool by a man you have been\naccusing of murder and wife-beating.But I don't want you to go to the\npolice with this cock-and-bull story----\"\n\n\"Ah!\"Because,\" continued Cyril, ignoring the interruption, \"I want to\nprotect my wife from unpleasant notoriety, and also, although you don't\ndeserve it, to keep you from becoming a public laughing stock.So far\nyou have done all the talking; now you are to listen to me.The hallway is north of the garden.You make me nervous strutting about like that.Now let us see what all this rigmarole really\namounts to.You began by asking for my wife's address, and when I did\nnot immediately gratify what I considered your impertinent curiosity,\nyou launch forth into vague threats of exposure.As far as I can make\nout from your disjointed harangue, your excuse for prying into my\naffairs is that by doing so you are protecting a helpless woman from\nfurther ill-treatment.Granting that you really suppose me to\nbe a brute, your behaviour might be perfectly justified if--if you\nbelieved that your patient is my wife.You think that she is either my mistress or my accomplice, or both.Now,\nif she is a criminal and an immoral woman, you must admit that she has\nshown extraordinary cleverness, inasmuch as she succeeded not only in\neluding the police but in deceiving you.For the impression she made on\nyou was a very favourable one, was it not?Duke Orang-Outang\n\nI think we came from the lower animals.I am not dead sure of it, but\nthink so.When I first read about it I didn't like it.My heart was\nfilled with sympathy for those people who leave nothing to be proud of\nexcept ancestors.I thought how terrible this will be upon the nobility\nof the old world.Think of their being forced to trace their ancestry\nback to the Duke Orang-Outang or to the Princess Chimpanzee.After\nthinking it all over I came to the conclusion that I liked that\ndoctrine.I read about\nrudimentary bones and muscles.I was told that everybody had rudimentary\nmuscles extending from the ear into the cheek.I was told: \"They are the remains of muscles; they became rudimentary\nfrom the lack of use.\"They are the muscles\nwith which your ancestors used to flap their ears.Well, at first I was\ngreatly astonished, and afterward I was more astonished to find they had\nbec", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The bedroom is east of the office.Self-Made Men\n\nIt is often said of this or that man that he is a self-made man--that\nhe was born of the poorest and humblest parents, and that with every\nobstacle to overcome he became great.Most of the intellectual giants of the world\nhave been nursed at the sad but loving breast of poverty.Most of those\nwho have climbed highest on the shining ladder of fame commenced at the\nlowest round.They were reared in the straw thatched cottages of Europe;\nin the log houses of America; in the factories of the great cities; in\nthe midst of toil; in the smoke and din of labor.The One Window in the Ark\n\nA cubit is twenty-two inches; so that the ark was five hundred and fifty\nfeet long, ninety-one feet and eight inches wide, and fifty-five feet\nhigh.The ark was divided into three stories, and had on top, one window\ntwenty-two inches square.The garden is west of the office.Ventillation must have been one of Jehovah's\nhobbies.Think of a ship larger than the Great Eastern with only one\nwindow, and that but twenty-two inches square!No Ante-Diluvian Camp-Meetings!It is a little curious that when God wished to reform the ante-diluvian\nworld he said nothing about hell; that he had no revivals, no\ncamp-meetings, no tracts, no out-pourings of the Holy Ghost, no\nbaptisms, no noon prayer meetings, and never mentioned the great\ndoctrine of salvation by faith.If the orthodox creeds of the world are\ntrue, all those people went to hell without ever having heard that such\na place existed.If eternal torment is a fact, surely these miserable\nwretches ought to have been warned.They were threatened only with water\nwhen they were in fact doomed to eternal fire!Hard Work in the Ark\n\nEight persons did all the work.They attended to the wants of 175,000\nbirds, 3,616 beasts, 1,300 reptiles, and 2,000,000 insects, saying\nnothing of countless animalculae.Can we believe that the inspired writer had any idea of the size of the\nsun?Draw a circle five inches in diameter, and by its side thrust a pin\nthrough the paper.The hole made by the pin will sustain about the same\nrelation to the circle that the earth does to the sun.Did he know that\nthe sun was eight hundred and sixty thousand miles in diameter; that it\nwas enveloped in an ocean of fire thousands of miles in depth, hotter\neven than the Christian's hell?Did he know that the volume of the Earth\nis less than one-millionth of that of the sun?Did he know of the one\nhundred and four planets belonging to our solar system, all children of\nthe sun?Did he know of Jupiter eighty-five thousand miles in diameter,\nhundreds of times as large as our earth, turning on his axis at the rate\nof twenty-five thousand miles an hour accompanied by four moons making\nthe tour of his orbit once only in fifty years?Something for Nothing\n\nIt is impossible for me to conceive of", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Nothing, regarded in the light of raw material, is a decided\nfailure.Neither is it\npossible to think of force disconnected with matter.You cannot imagine\nmatter going back to absolute nothing.Neither can you imagine nothing\nbeing changed into something.You may be eternally damned if you do not\nsay that you can conceive these things, but you cannot conceive them.Polygamy\n\nPolygamy is just as pure in Utah as it could have been in the promised\nland.Love and virtue are the same the whole world around, and justice\nis the same in every star.All the languages of the world are not\nsufficient to express the filth of polygamy.It makes of man a beast,\nof woman a trembling slave.It destroys the fireside, makes virtue an\noutcast, takes from human speech its sweetest words, and leaves the\nheart a den, where crawl and hiss the slimy serpents of most loathsome\nlust.The good family is the unit\nof good government.The virtues grow about the holy hearth of home--they\ncluster, bloom, and shed their perfume round the fireside where the\none man loves the one woman.Lover--husband--wife--mother--father--child--home!--without these sacred\nwords the world is but a lair, and men and women merely beasts.The Colonel in the Kitchen--How to Cook a Beefsteak\n\nThere ought to be a law making it a crime, punishable by imprisonment,\nto fry a beefsteak.Broil it; it is just as easy, and when broiled it\nis delicious.Fried beefsteak is not fit for a wild beast.You can broil\neven on a stove.Shut the front damper--open the back one, and then take\noff a griddle.There will then be a draft down through this opening.The bedroom is east of the bathroom.Put\non your steak, using a wire broiler, and not a particle of smoke will\ntouch it, for the reason that the smoke goes down.If you try to broil\nit with the front damper open the smoke will rise.For broiling, coal,\neven soft coal, makes a better fire than wood.Do not huddle together in a little room\naround a red-hot stove, with every window fastened down.Do not live in\nthis poisoned atmosphere, and then, when one of your children dies, put\na piece in the papers commencing with, \"Whereas, it has pleased divine\nProvidence to remove from our midst--.\"Have plenty of air, and plenty\nof warmth.Do not imagine anything is unhealthy\nsimply because it is pleasant.Cooking a Fine Art\n\nCooking is one of the fine arts.Give your wives and daughters things to\ncook, and things to cook with, and they will soon become most excellent\ncooks.The post of Commandant-General was forced upon him\nin the first weeks of his arrival from the Mauritius by the combined\nurgency of Sir Hercules Robinson, the Governor, and Mr Merriman, then\nPremier.The bedroom is west of the office.Much against his inclination, Gordon agreed to fill the post\nthus thrust upon him, but only for a time.It entailed an infinity of\nwork", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "His instructions were to break up a red-tape system,\nand such a task converted every place-holder into his enemy.Still\nthat opposition rather made his task attractive than otherwise, but in\na little time he found that this opposition would not stop short of\ninsubordination, and that to achieve success it would be necessary to\ncashier a good many officers as a wholesome example.It was while\nmatters were in this preliminary stage that Mr Merriman's ministry\nwent out of office, and was succeeded by another under Mr Scanlan.The\nmeasures which were favoured by the one were opposed by the other, and\nGordon soon saw that the desire for a thorough reorganisation of the\nCape forces, which, if properly supported, he could have carried out,\nwas no longer prevalent among the responsible Ministers.Still he drew\nup an elaborate programme for the improvement of the Colonial Regular\nforces, by which they might be increased in numbers and improved in\nefficiency, at the same time that the annual expenditure was reduced.This document shows that mastery of detail which was one of his most\nstriking characteristics, and if his advice had been taken, the Cape\nwould have acquired nearly 4000 troops at no greater cost than it\nalready expended on 1600.In a second memorandum, he not only showed\nthe necessity existing for that larger force, but also how, by\nadministrative alterations in the Transkeian provinces, its cost might\nbe diminished and most conveniently discharged.The bathroom is west of the garden.Although I do not\nquote these two documents, I cannot help saying that Gordon, in the\nwhole course of his life, never wrote anything more convincing than\nthe advice he gave the Cape Government, which, owing to local\njealousies and the invincible bulwark of vested interests, was never\ncarried into effect, although the Basuto question was subsequently\ncomposed on Gordon's lines by the Imperial Government, and there has\nbeen peace there during all the other South African troubles.The closing passages between Gordon and the Cape Ministers need only\nbe briefly referred to.Gordon resigned because he saw he could do no\ngood in Basutoland; the Cape Premier accepted his resignation because\nGordon \"would not fight the Basutos.\"The intercommunications were\nmuch more numerous, but that is their pith.The garden is west of the hallway.Gordon came down to Cape\nTown and sailed for England on 14th October, after having been five\nand a half months in South Africa.He had been treated by the Cape\nauthorities without any regard for justice, and little for courtesy.The leading paper even admitted this much when it observed that \"at\nleast General Gordon was entitled to the treatment of a gentleman.\"But the plain truth was that Gordon was summoned to South Africa and\nemployed by the Government, not as was ostentatiously proclaimed, and\nas he himself believed, for the attainment of a just solution of the\nBasuto difficulty, and for the execution of much-needed military\nreforms, but in order that his military experience and genius might be\ninvoked for the purpose of overthrowing Masupha and of annexing\nBasutoland, which two years of war and five millions of money had\nfailed to conquer.Hence their disappointment and resentment when\nGordon proclaimed that justice was on the side of", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The\nindictment was a terrible one; it was also true in every line and\nevery particular.Having thus vindicated his own character, as well as the highest\nprinciples of Government, Gordon left the Cape a poorer and a wiser\nman than he was on his arrival.I have explained the personal loss he\nincurred through the inadequacy of his pay and the cutting-off of his\narmy allowance.It has been stated that when he had taken his passage\nfor England he was without any money in his pocket, and that he\nquaintly said to a friend: \"Do you think it is right for a\nMajor-General of the British Army to set out on a journey like this\nwithout sixpence in his pocket?\"There is nothing improbable in such\nan occurrence, and it was matched only sixteen months later, when he\nwas on the point of starting for Khartoum in the same impecunious\ncondition.The garden is north of the bathroom.Gordon arrived in England on 8th November, and after some\ncorrespondence with the King of the Belgians, which will be referred\nto later in connection with the Congo mission, he again left England\non 26th December.On this occasion he was going to carry out a\nlong-cherished desire to visit and reside in the Holy Land, so that he\nmight study on the spot the scenes with which his perfect knowledge of\nthe Bible--his inseparable companion--had made him in an extraordinary\ndegree familiar.The bathroom is north of the hallway.In the best sense of the word, he was going to take a\nholiday.There was to be absolute quiet and rest, and at the same time\na congenial occupation.He sailed for Jaffa as a guest on one of Sir\nWilliam Mackinnon's steamers, but he at once proceeded to Jerusalem,\nwhere he lived alone, refusing to see any one, with his books as\ncompanions, and \"mystifying people as to what he was doing.\"During\nhis stay at Jerusalem he entered with much zest and at great length\ninto the questions of the various sites in the old Jewish capital.I\ndo not propose to follow the course of his labours in that pursuit, as\nseveral works contain between them, I should say, every line he wrote\non the subject, and the general reader cannot be expected to take any\ninterest in abstruse and much-debated theological and topographical\nquestions.But even in the midst of these pursuits he did not lose his\nquickness of military perception.After a brief inspection he at once\ndeclared that the Russian Convent commanded the whole city, and was in\nitself a strong fortress, capable of holding a formidable garrison,\nwhich Russia could despatch in the guise of priests without any one\nbeing the wiser.From Jerusalem, when the heat became great, he\nreturned to Jaffa, and his interest aroused in worldly matters by the\nprogress of events in Egypt, and the development of the Soudan danger,\nwhich he had all along seen coming, was evoked by a project that was\nbrought under his notice for the construction across Palestine of a\ncanal to the head of the Gulf of Akabah.He had no other weapon\nthan a staff in his hand,", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "He\nattended his master at holytide, partly in the character of a domestic,\nor guardian, should there be cause for his interference; but it was\nnot difficult to discern, by the earnest attention which he paid to\nCatharine Glover, that it was to her, rather than to her father, that he\ndesired to dedicate his good offices.Generally speaking, there was no opportunity for his zeal displaying\nitself; for a common feeling of respect induced passengers to give way\nto the father and daughter.The hallway is west of the bedroom.But when the steel caps, barrets, and plumes of squires, archers, and\nmen at arms began to be seen among the throng, the wearers of these\nwarlike distinctions were more rude in their demeanour than the\nquiet citizens.More than once, when from chance, or perhaps from an\nassumption of superior importance, such an individual took the wall of\nSimon in passing, the glover's youthful attendant bristled up with a\nlook of defiance, and the air of one who sought to distinguish his zeal\nin his mistress's service by its ardour.As frequently did Conachar, for\nsuch was the lad's name, receive a check from his master, who gave him\nto understand that he did not wish his interference before he required\nit.\"Foolish boy,\" he said, \"hast thou not lived long enough in my shop to\nknow that a blow will breed a brawl; that a dirk will cut the skin as\nfast as a needle pierces leather; that I love peace, though I never\nfeared war, and care not which side of the causeway my daughter and I\nwalk upon so we may keep our road in peace and quietness?\"Conachar excused himself as zealous for his master's honour, yet was\nscarce able to pacify the old citizen.\"If thou wouldst\nremain in my service, thou must think of honesty, and leave honour to\nthe swaggering fools who wear steel at their heels and iron on their\nshoulders.The kitchen is east of the bedroom.If you wish to wear and use such garniture, you are welcome,\nbut it shall not be in my house or in my company.\"Conachar seemed rather to kindle at this rebuke than to submit to it.But a sign from Catharine, if that slight raising of her little finger\nwas indeed a sign, had more effect than the angry reproof of his master;\nand the youth laid aside the military air which seemed natural to him,\nand relapsed into the humble follower of a quiet burgher.Meantime the little party were overtaken by a tall young man wrapped in\na cloak, which obscured or muffled a part of his face--a practice often\nused by the gallants of the time, when they did not wish to be known, or\nwere abroad in quest of adventures.He seemed, in short, one who might\nsay to the world around him: \"I desire, for the present, not to be known\nor addressed in my own character; but, as I am answerable to myself\nalone for my actions, I wear my incognito but for form's sake, and care\nlittle whether you see through it or not.\"He came", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The hallway is east of the kitchen.\"The same to your worship, and thanks.Our\npace is too slow for that of your lordship, our company too mean for\nthat of your father's son.\"\"My father's son can best judge of that, old man.I have business to\ntalk of with you and with my fair St.Catharine here, the loveliest and\nmost obdurate saint in the calendar.\"\"With deep reverence, my lord,\" said the old man, \"I would remind you\nthat this is good St.Valentine's Eve, which is no time for business,\nand that I can have your worshipful commands by a serving man as early\nas it pleases you to send them.\"\"There is no time like the present,\" said the persevering youth, whose\nrank seemed to be a kind which set him above ceremony.\"I wish to know\nwhether the buff doublet be finished which I commissioned some time\nsince; and from you, pretty Catharine (here he sank his voice to a\nwhisper), I desire to be informed whether your fair fingers have been\nemployed upon it, agreeably to your promise?But I need not ask you,\nfor my poor heart has felt the pang of each puncture that pierced the\ngarment which was to cover it.Traitress, how wilt thou answer for thus\ntormenting the heart that loves thee so dearly?\"\"Let me entreat you, my lord,\" said Catharine, \"to forego this wild\ntalk: it becomes not you to speak thus, or me to listen.We are of poor\nrank but honest manners; and the presence of the father ought to protect\nthe child from such expressions, even from your lordship.\"The garden is west of the kitchen.This she spoke so low, that neither her father nor Conachar could\nunderstand what she said.\"Well, tyrant,\" answered the persevering gallant, \"I will plague you no\nlonger now, providing you will let me see you from your window tomorrow,\nwhen the sun first peeps over the eastern hills, and give me right to be\nyour Valentine for the year.\"\"Not so, my lord; my father but now told me that hawks, far less eagles,\npair not with the humble linnet.Seek some court lady, to whom your\nfavours will be honour; to me--your Highness must permit me to speak the\nplain truth--they can be nothing but disgrace.\"As they spoke thus, the party arrived at the gate of the church.\"Your lordship will, I trust, permit us here to take leave of you?\"\"I am well aware how little you will alter your pleasure for\nthe pain and uneasiness you may give to such as us but, from the throng\nof attendants at the gate, your lordship may see that there are others\nin the church to whom even your gracious lordship must pay respect.\"\"Yes--respect; and who pays any respect to me?\"\"A miserable artisan and his daughter, too much honoured by\nmy slightest notice, have the insolence to tell me that my notice\ndishonours them.Well, my princess of white doe skin and blue silk, I\nwill teach you to rue this.\"", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "As he murmured thus, the glover and his daughter entered the Dominican\nchurch, and their attendant, Conachar, in attempting to follow them\nclosely, jostled, it may be not unwillingly, the young nobleman.The\ngallant, starting from his unpleasing reverie, and perhaps considering\nthis as an intentional insult, seized on the young man by the breast,\nstruck him, and threw him from him.Intellect is no\nlonger taken to be a ready-made dose of ability to attain eminence (or\nmediocrity) in all departments; it is even admitted that application in\none line of study or practice has often a laming effect in other\ndirections, and that an intellectual quality or special facility which\nis a furtherance in one medium of effort is a drag in another.The hallway is east of the kitchen.We have\nconvinced ourselves by this time that a man may be a sage in celestial\nphysics and a poor creature in the purchase of seed-corn, or even in\ntheorising about the affections; that he may be a mere fumbler in\nphysiology and yet show a keen insight into human motives; that he may\nseem the \"poor Poll\" of the company in conversation and yet write with\nsome humorous vigour.It is not true that a man's intellectual power is\nlike the strength of a timber beam, to be measured by its weakest point.The bedroom is east of the hallway.Why should we any more apply that fallacious standard of what is called\nconsistency to a man's moral nature, and argue against the existence of\nfine impulses or habits of feeling in relation to his actions\ngenerally, because those better movements are absent in a class of cases\nwhich act peculiarly on an irritable form of his egoism?The mistake\nmight be corrected by our taking notice that the ungenerous words or\nacts which seem to us the most utterly incompatible with good\ndispositions in the offender, are those which offend ourselves.All\nother persons are able to draw a milder conclusion.Laniger, who has a\ntemper but no talent for repartee, having been run down in a fierce way\nby Mordax, is inwardly persuaded that the highly-lauded man is a wolf at\nheart: he is much tried by perceiving that his own friends seem to think\nno worse of the reckless assailant than they did before; and Corvus, who\nhas lately been flattered by some kindness from Mordax, is unmindful\nenough of Laniger's feeling to dwell on this instance of good-nature\nwith admiring gratitude.There is a fable that when the badger had been\nstung all over by bees, a bear consoled him by a rhapsodic account of\nhow he himself had just breakfasted on their honey.The badger replied,\npeevishly, \"The stings are in my flesh, and the sweetness is on your\nmuzzle.\"The bear, it is said, was surprised at the badger's want of\naltruism.But this difference of sensibility between Laniger and his friends only\nmirrors in a faint way the difference between his own point of view and\nthat of the man who has injured him", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "If those neutral, perhaps even\naffectionate persons, form no lively conception of what Laniger suffers,\nhow should Mordax have any such sympathetic imagination to check him in\nwhat he persuades himself is a scourging administered by the qualified\nman to the unqualified?Depend upon it, his conscience, though active\nenough in some relations, has never given him a twinge because of his\npolemical rudeness and even brutality.The hallway is west of the kitchen.He would go from the room where\nhe has been tiring himself through the watches of the night in lifting\nand turning a sick friend, and straightway write a reply or rejoinder in\nwhich he mercilessly pilloried a Laniger who had supposed that he could\ntell the world something else or more than had been sanctioned by the\neminent Mordax--and what was worse, had sometimes really done so.Does\nthis nullify the genuineness of motive which made him tender to his\nsuffering friend?It only proves that his arrogant egoism,\nset on fire, sends up smoke and flame where just before there had been\nthe dews of fellowship and pity.He is angry and equips himself\naccordingly--with a penknife to give the offender a _comprachico_\ncountenance, a mirror to show him the effect, and a pair of nailed boots\nto give him his dismissal.All this to teach him who the Romans really\nwere, and to purge Inquiry of incompetent intrusion, so rendering an\nimportant service to mankind.When a man is in a rage and wants to hurt another in consequence, he can\nalways regard himself as the civil arm of a spiritual power, and all the\nmore easily because there is real need to assert the righteous efficacy\nof indignation.I for my part feel with the Lanigers, and should object\nall the more to their or my being lacerated and dressed with salt, if\nthe administrator of such torture alleged as a motive his care for Truth\nand posterity, and got himself pictured with a halo in consequence.In\ntransactions between fellow-men it is well to consider a little, in the\nfirst place, what is fair and kind towards the person immediately\nconcerned, before we spit and roast him on behalf of the next century\nbut one.The kitchen is west of the office.Wide-reaching motives, blessed and glorious as they are, and of\nthe highest sacramental virtue, have their dangers, like all else that\ntouches the mixed life of the earth.They are archangels with awful brow\nand flaming sword, summoning and encouraging us to do the right and the\ndivinely heroic, and we feel a beneficent tremor in their presence; but\nto learn what it is they thus summon us to do, we have to consider the\nmortals we are elbowing, who are of our own stature and our own\nappetites.I cannot feel sure how my voting will affect the condition of\nCentral Asia in the coming ages, but I have good reason to believe that\nthe future populations there will be none the worse off because I\nabstain from conjectural vilification of my opponents during the present\nparliamentary session, and I am very sure that I shall be less injurious\nto my contemporaries.On the whole", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "A\nsour father may reform prisons, but considered in his sourness he does\nharm.The deed of Judas has been attributed to far-reaching views, and\nthe wish to hasten his Master's declaration of himself as the Messiah.Perhaps--I will not maintain the contrary--Judas represented his motive\nin this way, and felt justified in his traitorous kiss; but my belief\nthat he deserved, metaphorically speaking, to be where Dante saw him, at\nthe bottom of the Malebolge, would not be the less strong because he was\nnot convinced that his action was detestable.I refuse to accept a man\nwho has the stomach for such treachery, as a hero impatient for the\nredemption of mankind and for the beginning of a reign when the kisses\nshall be those of peace and righteousness.Walter Scott, the ninth of a family of twelve children, was born at\nEdinburgh in August, 1771.His first consciousness of existence dated\nfrom the time when he was sent, a lame, delicate child, to Sandyknowe,\nthe residence of his paternal grandfather.Here he \"was often carried\nout and laid down beside the old shepherd among the crags or rocks\nround which he fed his sheep.\"If Scott's genius was late in flowering,\nwho can say that the budding did not begin in that early, close\ncompanionship with the Highland country which he was to reproduce so\nvividly in his verse and fiction?The hallway is east of the bedroom.With strength increased by open-air life, although still slightly lame,\nwe find him later a sturdy, active, not over-studious boy at school at\nEdinburgh and Kelso, and at fifteen beginning in his father's office\nthe legal studies which he continued at the university.Referring to the time after leaving the high school, when he made the\nacquaintance of Tasso's \"Jerusalem Delivered,\" Percy's \"Reliques,\"\nand the best works of English fiction, Scott says, \"To this period I\ncan trace distinctly the awakening of that delightful feeling for the\nbeauties of natural objects which has never deserted me.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.From this time\nthe love of natural beauty, more especially when combined with ancient\nruins or remains of our fathers' piety or splendor, became within me\nan insatiable passion, which, if circumstances had permitted, I would\nwillingly have gratified by traveling half over the globe.\"His gigantic memory had always appropriated most eagerly the heroic and\nromantic elements of verse, tale, and history, from the days when, a\nchild, he read Pope's translation of Homer aloud to his mother, to the\ntime when he hunted ballads and chased traditions with the keen zest of\na scholar and an antiquary.The first notable outcome of these researches was his \"Minstrelsy of\nthe Scottish Border,\" published in 1802.To this collection of ancient\nBorder ballads, which he had spent years in collecting, were added some\nspirited new ones which he had deftly shaped to the old models.This\nform of poetic expression was especially suited to the genius of Scott,\nand the class of subjects to which it was usually adapted had long been\nthe object of his enthusiastic study.The amplification, then,", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The first of the more ambitious efforts of Scott was the \"Lay of the\nLast Minstrel,\" which was published in 1805.This became immediately\nand generally popular, and paved the way for the favorable reception\nof later productions.In 1808 \"Marmion,\" the greatest poetical work of\nScott, appeared.This was so enthusiastically received, that a certain\nfriend urged him to be satisfied with such unexampled success, and\nrefrain from publishing anything more, lest he impair his prestige.To\nthis he replied, \"If I fail, it is a sign that I ought never to have\nsucceeded, and I will write prose for life: you shall see no change in\nmy temper, nor will I eat a single meal the worse.But if I succeed,\n\n    \"'Up with the bonnie blue bonnet,\n    The dirk, and the feather, and a'!'\"In this confident, buoyant spirit he made another venture, \"The Lady of\nthe Lake,\" published in 1810; and its extraordinary success justified\nhis expectations.How sincere and widespread was the enthusiastic\nappreciation of this poem may be judged from the following instance,\nmentioned in Lockhart's \"Life of Scott:\" \"In the course of the day,\nwhen 'The Lady of the Lake' first reached Sir Adam Fergusson, he was\nposted with his company on a point of ground exposed to the enemy's\nartillery, somewhere, no doubt, on the lines of Torres Vedras.The\nmen were ordered to lie prostrate on the ground.While they kept that\nattitude, the captain, kneeling at the head, read aloud the description\nof the battle in Canto VI., and the listening soldiers only interrupted\nhim by a joyous huzza when the French shot struck the bank close above\nthem.\"We are not surprised at the soldierly tribute to the power of\na poet \"through whose head a regiment of horse had been exercising\nsince he was five years old,\" whose sympathies had always been in\ntouch with heroic achievement and chivalrous enterprise, and whose\npoems rang \"with the quick, metrical tramp of his own moss-troopers;\"\nbut this was only a fractional though precious part of the applause\nthat greeted him.The office is east of the kitchen.\"The whole country rang with the praises of the\npoet; crowds set off to view the scenery of Loch Katrine, till then\ncomparatively unknown; and, as the book came out just before the season\nfor excursions, every house and inn in that neighborhood was crammed\nwith a constant succession of visitors.\"Scott, in speaking of this poem, says, \"The ancient manners, the habits\nand customs, of the aboriginal race by whom the Highlands of Scotland\nwere inhabited, had always appeared to me peculiarly adapted to poetry.The change in their manners, too, had taken place almost within my own\ntime, or at least I had learned many particulars concerning the ancient\nstate of the Highlands from the old men of the last generation.I had\nalso read a great deal, seen much, and heard more, of the romantic\ncountry where I was in the habit of spending every autumn; and the\nscenery of Loch Katrine wasThe garden is west of the kitchen.", "question": "What is the kitchen east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "This poem, the action\nof which lay among scenes so beautiful, and so deeply imprinted upon my\nrecollections, was a labor of love; and it was no less so to recall the\nmanners and incidents introduced.The frequent custom of James IV., and\nparticularly of James V., of walking through the kingdom in disguise,\nafforded me the hint of an incident which never fails to be interesting\nif managed with the slightest address or dexterity.\"The high-water mark of Scott's popularity as a poet was reached with\n\"The Lady of the Lake.\"In 1813 he published \"Rokeby,\" and in 1814 \"The\nLord of the Isles.\"In the latter year \"Waverley\" appeared anonymously;\nand with this prose romance began Scott's career as a novelist, which\nextended through fourteen years.I can only surmise that they so called\nit from the great absorbant[TN-8] quality of its stony soil, which, in\nan incredibly short time, absorbs the water at the surface.This\npercolating through the pores of the stone is afterward found filtered\nclear and cool in the senotes and caves._Mayab_, in the Maya language,\nmeans a tammy, a sieve.From the name of the country, no doubt, the\nMayas took their name, as natural; and that name is found, as that of\nthe English to-day, all over the ancient civilized world.The bathroom is west of the bedroom.When, on January 28, 1873, I had the honor of reading a paper before the\nNew York American Geographical Society--on the coincidences that exist\nbetween the monuments, customs, religious rites, etc.of the prehistoric\ninhabitants of America and those of Asia and Egypt--I pointed to the\nfact that sun circles, dolmen and tumuli, similar to the megalithic\nmonuments of America, had been found to exist scattered through the\nislands of the Pacific to Hindostan; over the plains of the peninsulas\nat the south of Asia, through the deserts of Arabia, to the northern\nparts of Africa; and that not only these rough monuments of a primitive\nage, but those of a far more advanced civilization were also to be seen\nin these same countries.Allow me to repeat now what I then said\nregarding these strange facts: If we start from the American continent\nand travel towards the setting sun we may be able to trace the route\nfollowed by the mound builders to the plains of Asia and the valley of\nthe Nile.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.The mounds scattered through the valley of the Mississippi\nseem to be the rude specimens of that kind of architecture.Then come\nthe more highly finished teocalis of Yucatan and Mexico and Peru; the\npyramidal mounds of _Maui_, one of the Sandwich Islands; those existing\nin the Fejee and other islands of the Pacific; which, in China, we find\nconverted into the high, porcelain, gradated towers; and these again\nconverted into the more imposing temples of Cochin-China, Hindostan,\nCeylon--so grand, so stupendous in their wealth of ornamentation that\nthose of", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "That they present the same\nfundamental conception in their architecture is evident--a platform\nrising over another platform, the one above being of lesser size than\nthe one below; the American monuments serving, as it were, as models for\nthe more elaborate and perfect, showing the advance of art and\nknowledge.The name Maya seems to have existed from the remotest times in the\nmeridional parts of Hindostan.Valmiki, in his epic poem, the Ramayana,\nsaid to be written 1500 before the Christian era, in which he recounts\nthe wars and prowesses of RAMA in the recovery of his lost wife, the\nbeautiful SITA, speaking of the country inhabited by the Mayas,\ndescribes it as abounding in mines of silver and gold, with precious\nstones and lapiz lazuri:[TN-9] and bounded by the _Vindhya_ mountains on\none side, the _Prastravana_ range on the other and the sea on the third.The emissaries of RAMA having entered by mistake within the Mayas\nterritories, learned that all foreigners were forbidden to penetrate\ninto them; and that those who were so imprudent as to violate this\nprohibition, even through ignorance, seldom escaped being put to death.(Strange[TN-10] to say, the same thing happens to-day to those who try\nto penetrate into the territories of the _Santa Cruz_ Indians, or in the\nvalleys occupied by the _Lacandones_, _Itzaes_ and other tribes that\ninhabit _La Tierra de Guerra_.The hallway is west of the office.The Yucatecans themselves do not like\nforeigners to go, and less to settle, in their country--are consequently\nopposed to immigration.The emissaries of Rama, says the poet, met in the forest a woman who\ntold them: That in very remote ages a prince of the Davanas, a learned\nmagician, possessed of great power, whose name was _Maya_, established\nhimself in the country, and that he was the architect of the principal\nof the Davanas: but having fallen in love with the nymph _Hema_, married\nher; whereby he roused the jealousy of the god _Pourandura_, who\nattacked and killed him with a thunderbolt.Now, it is worthy of notice,\nthat the word _Hem_ signifies in the Maya language to _cross with\nropes_; or according to Brasseur, _hidden mysteries_.By a most rare coincidence we have the same identical story recorded in\nthe mural paintings of Chaacmol's funeral chamber, and in the sculptures\nof Chichsen[TN-11] and Uxmal.There we find that Chaacmol, the husband\nof Moo[TN-12] is killed by his brother Aac, who stabbed him three times\nin the back with his spear for jealousy.The office is west of the kitchen.Aac was in love with his sister\nMoo, but she married his brother Chaacmol from choice, and because the\nlaw of the country prescribed that the younger brother should marry his\nsister, making it a crime for the older brothers to marry her", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "In another part of the _Ramayana_, MAYA is described as a powerful\n_Asoura_, always thirsting for battles and full of arrogance and\npride--an enemy to B[=a]li, chief of one of the monkey tribes, by whom\nhe was finally vanquished.H. T.\nColebrooke, in a memoir on the sacred books of the Hindoos, published in\nVol.VIII of the \"Asiatic Researches,\" says: \"The _Souryasiddkantu_ (the\nmost ancient Indian treatise on astronomy), is not considered as written\nby MAYA; but this personage is represented as receiving his science from\na partial incarnation of the sun.\"MAYA is also, according to the Rig-Veda, the goddess, by whom all things\nare created by her union with Brahma.She is the cosmic egg, the golden\nuterus, the _Hiramyagarbha_.We see an image of it, represented floating\namidst the water, in the sculptures that adorn the panel over the door\nof the east facade of the monument, called by me palace and museum at\nChichen-Itza.Emile Burnouf, in his Sanscrit Dictionary, at the word\nMaya, says: Maya, an architect of the _Datyas_; Maya (_mas._), magician,\nprestidigitator; (_fem._) illusion, prestige; Maya, the magic virtue of\nthe gods, their power for producing all things; also the feminine or\nproducing energy of Brahma.I will complete the list of these remarkable coincidences with a few\nothers regarding customs exactly similar in both countries.The village clock struck eleven, and the peal of the clear notes on\nthe silent air cut short his meditations, and admonished him to\nquicken his pace, or Ben would reach the place of rendezvous before\nhim.He entered the still shades of Pine Pleasant, but saw nothing of\nhis confederate.Seating himself on the familiar rock in the river, he\nreturned to his meditations.He had hardly laid down his first proposition in solving the problem\nof his future success, before he was startled by the discovery of a\nbright light in the direction of the village.It was plainly a\nbuilding on fire, and his first impulse was to rush to the meeting\nhouse and give the alarm; but prudence forbade.His business was with\nthe great world and the future, not with Redfield and the present.A few moments later the church bell pealed its startling notes, and he\nheard the cry of fire in the village.The hallway is north of the office.The building, whatever it was,\nhad become a mass of fierce flames, which no human arm could stay.While he was watching the exciting spectacle, he heard footsteps in\nthe grove, and Ben Smart, out of breath and nearly exhausted, leaped\nupon the rock.\"So you are here, Harry,\" gasped he.\"We have no time to waste now,\" panted Ben, rousing himself anew.Ben descended to the lower side of the rock, and hauled a small\nflat-bottomed boat out of the bushes that grew on theThe bedroom is south of the office.", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\"Never mind the fire now; jump into the boat, and let us be off.\"Harry obeyed, and Ben pushed off from the rock.asked Harry, not much pleased either with the\nimperative tone or the haughty reserve of his companion.Take the paddle and steer her; the current will take\nher along fast enough.I am so tired I can't do a thing more.\"Harry took the paddle and seated himself in the stern of the boat,\nwhile Ben, puffing and blowing like a locomotive, placed himself at\nthe bow.\"Tell me now where the fire is,\" said Harry, whose curiosity would not\nbe longer resisted.\"_Squire Walker's barn._\"\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER IV\n\nIN WHICH IT IS SHOWN THAT THE NAVIGATION OF THE RIVER IS DIFFICULT AND\nDANGEROUS\n\n\nHarry was astounded at this information.Ben was exhausted, as though\nhe had been running very hard; besides, he was much agitated--more so\nthan the circumstances of the occasion seemed to justify.In\nconnection with the threat which his companion had uttered that day,\nthese appearances seemed to point to a solution of the burning\nbuilding.He readily understood that Ben, in revenge for the indignity\nthe squire had cast upon him, had set the barn on fire, and was now\nrunning away by the light of it.This was more than he had bargained for.However ill-natured he felt\ntowards the squire for his proposal to send him to Jacob Wire's, it\nnever occurred to him to retaliate by committing a crime.His ideas of\nChristian charity and of forgiveness were but partially developed; and\nthough he could not feel right towards his powerful enemy, he felt no\ndesire to punish him so severely as Ben had done.His companion gave him a short answer, and manifested no disposition\nto enlarge upon the subject; and for several minutes both maintained a\nprofound silence.The boat, drifting slowly with the current, was passing from the pond\ninto the narrow river, and it required all Harry's skill to keep her\nfrom striking the banks on either side.His mind was engrossed with\nthe contemplation of the new and startling event which had so suddenly\npresented itself to embarrass his future operations.Ben was a\ncriminal in the eye of the law, and would be subjected to a severe\npenalty if detected.The office is south of the bathroom.\"I shouldn't have thought you would have done that,\" Harry observed,\nwhen the silence became painful to him.\"Well, I can see through a millstone when there is a hole in it.\"\"I didn't say I set the barn afire.\"\"I know you didn't; but you said you meant to pay the squire off for\nwhat he had done to you.\"\"I didn't say I had,\" answered Ben, who was evidently debating with\nhimself whether he should admit Harry to his confidence.\"But didn't you set the barn afire?\"\"Why, I should say you run a great risk.\"\"I see the reason now, why you wouldn't tell me what you was going to\ndo before.\"The kitchen is north of the bathroom.\"We are in for it now, Harry.I meant to pay off the squire,", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\"I didn't say so; and, more than that, I don't mean to say so.If you\ncan see through a millstone, why, just open your eyes--that's all.\"\"I am sorry you did it, Ben.\"\"No whining, Harry; be a man.\"\"I mean to be a man; but I don't think there was any need of burning\nthe barn.\"\"I do; I couldn't leave Redfield without squaring accounts with Squire\nWalker.\"\"We will go by the river, as far as we can; then take to the road.\"\"But this is George Leman's boat--isn't it?\"\"Of course I did; you don't suppose I should mind trifles at such a\ntime as this!But he can have it again, when I have done with it.\"\"What was the use of taking the boat?\"\"In the first place, don't you think it is easier to sail in a boat\nthan to walk?And in the second place, the river runs through the\nwoods for five or six miles below Pine Pleasant; so that no one will\nbe likely to see us.It is full of rocks about three\nmiles down.\"We can keep her clear of the rocks well enough.When I was down the river last spring, you couldn't see a single rock\nabove water, and we don't draw more than six inches.\"\"But that was in the spring, when the water was high.I don't believe\nwe can get the boat through.\"The bathroom is north of the kitchen.\"Yes, we can; at any rate, we can jump ashore and tow her down,\"\nreplied Ben, confidently, though his calculations were somewhat\ndisturbed by Harry's reasoning.\"There is another difficulty, Ben,\" suggested Harry.\"O, there are a hundred difficulties; but we mustn't mind them.\"\"They will miss the boat, and suspect at once who has got it.\"\"We shall be out of their reach when they miss it.\"\"I heard George Leman say he was going a fishing in her to-morrow.\"\"Because you didn't tell me what you were going to do.The bedroom is south of the kitchen.\"Never mind; it is no use to cry for spilt milk._Linimentum Chloroformi_.--Cotton seed oil being very soluble in\nchloroform, the liniment made with it leaves nothing to be desired._Linimentum Plumbi Subacetatis_.--When liq.is mixed\nwith cotton seed oil and allowed to stand for some time the oil assumes\na reddish color similar to that of freshly made tincture of myrrh.When\nthe liquor is mixed with olive oil, if the oil be pure, no such change\ntakes place.Noticing this change, it occurred to me that this would be\na simple and easy way to detect cotton seed oil when mixed with olive\noil.This change usually takes place after standing from twelve to\ntwenty-four hours.It is easily detected in mixtures containing five\nper cent., or even less, of the oils, and I am convinced, after making\nnumerous experiments with different oils, that it is peculiar to cotton\nseed oil.--_American Journal of Pharmacy_.*", "question": "What is south of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "[Footnote: From a lecture delivered at the Sanitary Congress, at\nNewcastle-on-Tyne, September 28, 1882.]DE CHAUMONT, F.R.S.Although eating cannot be said to be in any way a new fashion, it has\nnevertheless been reserved for modern times, and indeed we may say the\npresent generation, to get a fairly clear idea of the way in which\nfood is really utilized for the work of our bodily frame.We must not,\nhowever, plume ourselves too much upon our superior knowledge, for\ninklings of the truth, more or less dim, have been had through all ages,\nand we are now stepping into the inheritance of times gone by, using the\nlong and painful experience of our predecessors as the stepping-stone\nto our more accurate knowledge of the present time.The bedroom is east of the office.In this, as in many\nother things, we are to some extent in the position of a dwarf on the\nshoulders of a giant; the dwarf may, indeed, see further than the giant;\nbut he remains a dwarf, and the giant a giant.The question has been much discussed as to what the original food of man\nwas, and some people have made it a subject of excited contention.The\nmost reasonable conclusion is that man is naturally a frugivorous or\nfruit-eating animal, like his cousins the monkeys, whom he still so\nmuch resembles.This forms a further argument in favor of his being\noriginated in warm regions, where fruits of all kinds were plentiful.It\nis pretty clear that the resort to animal food, whether the result of\nthe pressure of want from failure of vegetable products, or a mere taste\nand a desire for change and more appetizing food, is one that took place\nmany ages ago, probably in the earliest anthropoid, if not in the latest\npithecoid stage.No doubt some advantage was recognized in the more\nrapid digestion and the comparative ease with which the hunter or fisher\ncould obtain food, instead of waiting for the ripening of fruits in\ncountries which had more or less prolonged periods of cold and inclement\nweather.Some anatomical changes have doubtless resulted from the\npractice, but they are not of sufficiently marked character to found\nmuch argument upon; all that we can say being that the digestive\napparatus in man seems well adapted for digesting any food that is\ncapable of yielding nutriment, and that even when an entire change is\nmade in the mode of feeding, the adaptability of the human system\nshows itself in a more or less rapid accommodation to the altered\ncircumstances.Food, then, is any substance which can be taken into the body and\napplied to use, either in building up or repairing the tissues and\nframework of the body itself, or in providing energy and producing\nanimal heat, or any substance which, without performing those functions\ndirectly, controls, directs, or assists their performance.With this\nwide definition it is evident that we include all the ordinary articles\nrecognized commonly as food, and that we reject all substances\nrecognized commonly as poisons.But it will also include such substances\nas water and air, both of which are essential for nutrition, but are not\nusually recognizedThe hallway is east of the bedroom.", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "When we carry our investigation further, we find that\nthe organic substances may be again divided into two distinct classes,\nnamely, that which contains nitrogen (the casein), and those that do not\n(the butter and sugar).On ascertaining this, we are immediately struck with the remarkable fact\nthat all the tissues and fluids of the body, muscles (or flesh),\nbone, blood--all, in short, except the fat--contain nitrogen, and,\nconsequently, for their building up in the young, and for their repair\nand renewal in the adult, nitrogen is absolutely required.We therefore\nreasonably infer that the nitrogenous substance is necessary for this\npurpose.Experiment has borne this out, for men who have been compelled\nto live without nitrogenous food by dire necessity, and criminals on\nwhom the experiment has been tried, have all perished sooner or later in\nconsequence.When nitrogenous substances are used in the body, they\nare, of course, broken up and oxidized, or perhaps we ought to say more\naccurately, they take the place of the tissues of the body which wear\naway and are carried off by oxidation and other chemical changes.Now, modern science tell us that such changes are accompanied with\nmanifestations of energy in some form or other, most frequently in\nthat of heat, and we must look, therefore, upon nitrogenous food\nas contributing to the energy of the body in addition to its other\nfunctions.What are the substances which we may class as nitrogenous.In the first\nplace, we have the typical example of the purest form in _albumin_,\nor white of egg; and from this the name is now given to the class of\n_albuminates_.The animal albuminates are: Albumin from eggs, fibrin\nfrom muscles, or flesh, myosin, or synronin, also from animals, casein\n(or cheesy matter) from milk, and the nitrogenous substances from blood.In the vegetable kingdom, we have glutin, or vegetable fibrin, which is\nthe nourishing constituent of wheat, barley, oats, etc.; and legumin,\nor vegetable casein, which is the peculiar substance found in peas and\nbeans.The office is south of the hallway.The other organic constituents--viz., the fats and the starches\nand sugars--contain no nitrogen, and were at one time thought to be\nconcerned in producing animal heat.We now know--thanks to the labors of Joule, Lyon Playfair, Clausius,\nTyndall, Helmholtz, etc.--that heat itself is a mode of motion, a form\nof convertible energy, which can be made to do useful or productive\nwork, and be expressed in terms of actual work done.Modern experiment\nshows that all our energy is derived from that of food, and, in\nparticular from the non-nitrogenous part of it, that is, the fat,\nstarch, and sugar.The garden is north of the hallway.echoed Aggie, scarcely knowing herself what answer to make, \"we've\ngot to GET it--TO-NIGHT.\"But,\" protested Zoie, \"how CAN we get it when the mother hasn't signed\nthe papers yet?\"\"Jimmy will have", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\"Yes, that's right,\" assented Zoie, glad to be rid of all further\nresponsibility, \"we'll let Jimmy fix it.\"\"Say, Jimmy,\" called Aggie excitedly, \"you'll have to go straight to the\nChildren's Home and get that baby just as quickly as you can.There's\nsome red tape about the mother signing papers, but don't mind about\nthat.Make them give it to you to-night.There was evidently a protest from the other end of the wire, for Aggie\nadded impatiently, \"Go on, Jimmy, do!And with\nthat she hung up the receiver.\"Never mind about the clothes,\" answered Aggie.\"We're lucky if we get\nthe baby.\"\"But I have to mind,\" persisted Zoie.\"I gave all its other things to\nthe laundress.And now the horrid\nold creature hasn't brought them back yet.\"\"You get into your OWN things,\" commanded Aggie.asked Zoie, her elation revived by the\nthought of her fine raiment, and with that she flew to the foot of the\nbed and snatched up two of the prettiest negligees ever imported from\nParis.she asked, as she held them both\naloft, \"the pink or the blue?\"\"It doesn't matter,\" answered Aggie wearily.\"Get into SOMETHING, that's\nall.\"The bedroom is north of the hallway.\"Then unhook me,\" commanded Zoie gaily, as she turned her back to Aggie,\nand continued to admire the two \"creations\" on her arm.So pleased was\nshe with the picture of herself in either of the garments that she began\nhumming a gay waltz and swaying to the rhythm.\"Stand still,\" commanded Aggie, but her warning was unnecessary, for at\nthat moment Zoie was transfixed by a horrible fear.\"Suppose,\" she said in alarm, \"that Jimmy can't GET the baby?\"\"He's GOT to get it,\" answered Aggie emphatically, and she undid the\nlast stubborn hook of Zoie's gown and put the girl from her.\"There,\nnow, you're all unfastened,\" she said, \"hurry and get dressed.\"\"You mean undressed,\" laughed Zoie, as she let her pretty evening gown\nfall lightly from her shoulders and drew on her pink negligee.she exclaimed, as she caught sight of her reflection in the\nmirror, \"isn't it a love?\"Alfred just adores\npink.\"answered Aggie, but in spite of herself, she was quite thrilled\nby the picture of the exquisite young creature before her.Zoie had\ncertainly never looked more irresistible.\"Can't you get some of that\ncolour out of your cheeks,\" asked Aggie in despair.\"I'll put on some cold cream and powder,\" answered Zoie.She flew to her\ndressing table; and in a moment there was a white cloud in her immediate\nvicinity.The office is south of the hallway.She turned to Aggie to inquire the result.\"It couldn't be Alfred, could it?\"asked Zoie with mingled hope and\ndread.\"Of course not,\" answered Aggie, as she removed the receiver", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\"Alfred wouldn't 'phone, he would come right up.\"CHAPTER XV\n\nDiscovering that it was merely Jimmy \"on the wire,\" Zoie's uneasiness\nabated, but Aggie's anxiety was visibly increasing.The bedroom is east of the garden.she\nrepeated, then followed further explanations from Jimmy which were\napparently not satisfactory.cried his disturbed wife, \"it\ncan't be!The garden is east of the hallway.shrieked Zoie, trying to get her small ear close enough to\nthe receiver to catch a bit of the obviously terrifying message.\"Wait a minute,\" called Aggie into the 'phone.Then she turned to Zoie\nwith a look of despair.\"The mother's changed her mind,\" she explained;\n\"she won't give up the baby.\"cried Zoie, and she sank into the nearest chair.For an\ninstant the two women looked at each other with blank faces.\"What can\nwe DO,\" asked Zoie.This was indeed a serious predicament;\nbut presently Zoie saw her friend's mouth becoming very resolute, and\nshe surmised that Aggie had solved the problem.\"We'll have to get\nANOTHER baby, that's all,\" decided Aggie.\"There, in the Children's Home,\" answered Aggie with great confidence,\nand she returned to the 'phone.Zoie crossed to the bed and knelt at its foot in search of her little\npink slippers.\"Oh, Aggie,\" she sighed, \"the others were all so red!\"\"Listen, Jimmy,\" she called in the\n'phone, \"can't you get another baby?\"There was a pause, then Aggie\ncommanded hotly, \"Well, GET in the business!\"Another pause and then\nAggie continued very firmly, \"Tell the Superintendent that we JUST MUST\nhave one.\"Zoie stopped in the act of putting on her second slipper and called a\nreminder to Aggie.\"Tell him to get a HE one,\" she said, \"Alfred wants a\nboy.\"answered Aggie impatiently, and again she gave\nher attention to the 'phone.she cried, with growing despair,\nand Zoie waited to hear what had gone wrong now.\"Nothing under three\nmonths,\" explained Aggie.\"A three-months' old baby is as big as a\nwhale.\"\"Well, can't we say it GREW UP?\"asked Zoie, priding herself on her\npower of ready resource.Almost vanquished by her friend's new air of cold superiority, Zoie\nwas now on the verge of tears.\"Somebody must have a new baby,\" she\nfaltered.\"For their own personal USE, yes,\" admitted Aggie, \"but who has a new\nbaby for US?\"\"You're the one who ought to\nknow.You got me into this, and you've GOT to get me out of it.Can you\nimagine,\" she asked, growing more and more unhappy, \"what would happen\nto me if Alfred were to come home now and not find a baby?He wouldn't\nforgive a LITTLE lie, what would he do with a WHOPPER like this?\"Then\nwith sudden decision, she rushed toward the 'phone.", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"Let me talk to\nJimmy,\" she said, and the next moment she was chattering so rapidly and\nincoherently over the 'phone that Aggie despaired of hearing one word\nthat she said, and retired to the next room to think out a new plan of\naction.\"I took the trouble to make a number of diagrams last night, and they\ndisclosed a peculiar thing.With the location of the first tree fixed,\nit matters little where the others were, in determining the direction\nof the treasure.The _objective point_ will\nchange as you change the position of the trees, but the _direction_\nwill vary scarcely at all.It is self-evident, of course, to those who\nunderstand such things, but it was a valuable find for me.Now, if we\nare correct in our assumption, thus far, the treasure is buried----\"\n\nHe opened the compass, and having brought North under the needle, ran\nhis eye North-by-North-east.A queer look passed over his face, then he\nglanced at Macloud and smiled.\"The treasure is buried,\" he repeated--\"the treasure is buried--_out in\nthe Bay_.\"\"Looks as if wading would be a bit difficult,\" he said dryly.Croyden produced the tape-line again, and they measured to the low\nbluff at the water's edge.\"Two hundred and eighty-two feet to here,\" he said, \"and Parmenter\nburied the treasure at three hundred and thirty feet--therefore, it's\nforty-eight feet out in the Bay.\"\"Then your supposition is that, since Parmenter's time, the Bay has not\nonly encroached on the Point, but also has eaten in on the sides.\"\"It's hard to dig in water,\" Macloud remarked.\"It's apt to fill in the\nhole, you know.\"The bathroom is south of the kitchen.\"Don't be sarcastic,\" Croyden retorted.\"I'm not responsible for the\nBay, nor the Point, nor Parmenter, nor anything else connected with the\nfool quest, please remember.\"\"Except the present measurements and the theory on which they're\nbased,\" Macloud replied.\"And as the former seem to be accurate, and\nthe latter more than reasonable, we'd best act on them.\"\"At least, I am satisfied that the treasure lies either in the Bay, or\nclose on shore; if so, we have relieved ourselves from digging up the\nentire Point.\"\"You have given us a mighty plausible start,\" said Macloud.as a\nbuggy emerged from among the timber, circled around, and halted before\nthe tents.The garden is north of the kitchen.\"It is Hook-nose back again,\" said Macloud.\"Come to pay a social call,\nI suppose!\"They're safe--I put them under the blankets.\"\"Come to treat with us--to share the treasure.\"By this time, they had been observed by the men in the buggy who,\nimmediately, came toward them.said Croyden, and they sauntered\nalong landward.\"And make them stop us--don't give the least indication that we know", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "As the buggy neared, Macloud and Croyden glanced carelessly at the\noccupants, and were about to pass on, when Hook-nose calmly drew the\nhorse over in front of them.\"Which of you men is named Croyden?\"\"Well, you're the man we're lookin' for.Geoffrey is the rest of your\nhandle, isn't it?\"\"You have the advantage of me,\" Croyden assured him.\"Yes, I think I have, in more ways than your name.Where can we have a\nlittle private talk?\"said Croyden, stepping quickly around the horse and\ncontinuing on his way--Macloud and Axtell following.\"If you'd rather have it before your friends, I'm perfectly ready to\naccommodate you,\" said the fellow.\"I thought, however, you'd rather\nkeep the little secret.Well, we'll be waiting for you at the tents,\nall right, my friend!\"\"Macloud, we are going to bag those fellows right now--and easy, too,\"\nsaid Croyden.\"When we get to the tents, I'll take them into one--and\ngive them a chance to talk.When you and Axtell have the revolvers,\nwith one for me, you can join us.They are armed, of course, but only\nwith small pistols, likely, and you should have the drop on them before\nthey can draw.The bedroom is north of the office.Come, at any time--I'll let down the tent flaps on the\nplea of secrecy (since they've suggested it), so you can approach with\nimpunity.\"\"This is where _we_ get killed, Axtell!\"\"I would that I\nwere in my happy home, or any old place but here.But I've enlisted for\nthe war, so here goes!If you think it will do any good to pray, we can\njust as well wait until you've put up a few.I'm not much in that line,\nmyself.\"\"I can't,\" said Macloud.\"But there seem to be no rules to the game\nwe're playing, so I wanted to give you the opportunity.\"As they approached the tents, Hook-nose passed the reins to Bald-head\nand got out.\"Leave it to me, I'll get them together,\" Croyden answered.... \"You\nwish to see me, privately?\"\"I wish to see you--it's up to you whether to make it private or not.\"said Croyden, leading the way toward the tent, which was\npitched a trifle to one side.... \"Now, sir, what is it?\"as the flaps\ndropped behind them.The office is north of the bathroom.\"You've a business way about you, which I like----\" began Hook-nose.\"Come to the point--what do\nyou want?\"\"There's no false starts with you, my friend, are there!\"You lost a letter recently----\"\n\n\"Not at all,\" Croyden cut in.\"I had a letter _stolen_--you, I suppose,\nare the thief.\"\"I, or my pal--it matters not which,\" the fellow replied easily.", "question": "What is the bathroom south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\"Now,\nwhat we want, is to make some arrangement as to the division of the\ntreasure, when you've found it.\"\"Well, let me tell you there won't\nbe any arrangement made with you, alone.You must get your pal here--I\ndon't agree with one.\"Oh, very well, I'll have him in, if you wish.\"Hook-nose went to the front of the tent and raised the flap.he called, \"hitch the horse and come in.\"And Macloud and Axtell heard and understood.While Hook-nose was summoning his partner, Croyden very naturally\nretired to the rear of the tent, thus obliging the rogues to keep their\nbacks to the entrance.\"I'm glad to make your acquaint----\" began Smith.\"There is no need for an introduction,\" Croyden interrupted curtly.\"You're thieves, by profession, and blackmailers, in addition.Get down\nto business, if you please!\"\"You're not overly polite, my friend--but we'll pass that by.You're\nhell for business, and that's our style.You understand, I see, that\nthis treasure hunt has got to be kept quiet.The garden is east of the office.Rose may be well ranked amongst the greatest virtuosos of that time,\n(now dead) who were all well pleased to accept of his company while\nliving.\"He published \"The Planter's Manual,\" 12mo.There\nis prefixed to it a rural frontispiece, by Van Houe.The kitchen is west of the office.Johnson\nproperly calls him \"one of the _Scriptores minores_ of horticulture.\"His \"devoted attachment to Izaak Walton, forms the best evidence we have\nof his naturally amiable disposition.\"Major's extensively illustrated and most attractive editions of\nthe Angler; a delightful book, exhibiting a \"matchless picture of rural\nnature.\"Cotton's portrait is also well engraved in Zouch's Life of\nWalton; and in the many other curious and embellished editions of Walton\nand Cotton's Angler.He translated with such truth and spirit, the\ncelebrated Essays of Montaigne, that he received from that superior\ncritic, the Marquis of Halifax, a most elegant encomium.Sir John\nHawkins calls it \"one of the most valuable books in the English\nlanguage.\"Cotton's works appears in Watts's\nBibl.When describing, in his _Wonders of the Peake_, the Queen\nof Scot's Pillar, he thus breaks out:--\n\n   Illustrious _Mary_, it had happy been,\n   Had you then found a cave like this to skreen\n   Your sacred person from those frontier spies,\n   That of a sovereign princess durst make prize,\n   When Neptune too officiously bore\n   Your cred'lous innocence to this faithless shore.once who hadst the only fame\n   Of being kind to all who hither came\n   For refuge and protection, how couldst thou\n   So strangely alter thy good nature now,\n   Where there was so much excellence to move,\n   Not only thy compassion, but thy", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "'Twas strange on earth, save _Caledonian_ ground,\n   So impudent a villain could be found,\n   Such majesty and sweetness to accuse;\n   Or, after that, a judge would not refuse\n   Her sentence to pronounce; or that being done,\n   Even amongst bloody'st hangmen, to find one\n   Durst, though her face was veil'd, and neck laid down,\n   Strike off the fairest head e'er wore a crown.And what state policy there might be here,\n   Which does with right too often interfere,\n   I'm not to judge: yet thus far dare be bold,\n   A fouler act the sun did ne'er behold.[68]\n\nPlott, in his Staffordshire, calls Mr.Cotton \"his worthy, learned, and\nmost ingenious friend.\"Sir John Hawkins thus speaks of him:--\"He was\nboth a wit and a scholar; of an open, cheerful, and hospitable temper;\nendowed with fine talents for conversation, and the courtesy and\naffability of a gentleman.\"He farther thus speaks of one of his\npoems:--\"It is not for their courtly and elegant turn, that the verses\nof Charles Cotton ought to be praised; there is such a delightful flow\nof feeling and sentiment, so much of the best part of our nature mixed\nup in them, and so much fancy displayed, that one of our most\ndistinguished living poets has adduced several passages of his Ode upon\nWinter, for a general illustration of the characteristics of fancy.\"He\nmust have possessed many endearing qualities, for the benevolent and\npious Walton thus concludes a letter to his \"most honoured friend,\nCharles Cotton, Esq.The bedroom is west of the garden.:\"--\"though I be more than a hundred miles from you,\nand in the eighty-third year of my age, yet I will forget both, and next\nmonth begin a pilgrimage to beg your pardon: for I would die in your\nfavour, and till then will live, Sir, your most affectionate father and\nfriend, Isaac Walton.\"One cannot wonder at the good old man wishing to\nvisit the courteous and well-bred Mr.Cotton, and to enjoy the\nintercourse of hospitable urbanity, near the pastoral streams of the\nDove, when he had received such an invitation as the following,\naddressed to his \"dear and most worthy friend, Mr.Isaac Walton:\"--\n\n   Whilst in this cold and blustering clime,\n     Where bleak winds howl and tempests roar,\n   We pass away the roughest time\n     Has been of many years before;\n\n   Whilst from the most tempestuous nooks\n     The chillest blasts our peace invade,\n   And by great rains our smallest brooks\n     Are almost navigable made;\n\n   Whilst all the ills are so improved,\n     Of this dead quarter of the year,\n   That even you, so much beloved,\n     We would not now wishThe bathroom is east of the garden.", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "If the all-ruling Power please\n     We live to see another May,\n   We'll recompense an age of these\n     Foul days in one fine fishing day.We then shall have a day or two,\n     Perhaps a week, wherein to try\n   What the best master's hand can do\n     With the most deadly killing fly:\n\n   A day with not too bright a beam,\n     A warm, but not a scorching sun,\n   A southern gale to curl the stream,\n     and, master, half our work is done.There, whilst behind some bush we wait\n     The scaly people to betray,--\n   We'll prove it just, with treacherous bait\n     To make the preying _Trout_ our prey.And think ourselves, in such an hour,\n     Happier than those, though not so high,\n   Who, like _Leviathans_, devour\n     Of meaner men the smaller fry.This, my best friend, at my poor home\n     Shall be our pastime and our theme;\n   But then--should you not deign to come,\n     You make all this a flattering dream.In wandering over the lovely scenes, the pleasant brooks, the\nflower-bespangled meadows, which the moral pages of Isaac Walton so\nunaffectedly delineate, it is impossible not to recur to the name of the\nlate author of _Salmonia_, and to reflect, that on these pages he oft\nunbended his vigorous mind from his severe and brilliant discoveries.We\ncan now only lament the (almost) premature death of this high-ranked\nphilosopher, this great benefactor to the arts, and deep promoter of\nscience, whose mortal remains were consigned to his unostentatious tomb,\nat Geneva, in one of the finest evenings of summer, followed by the\neloquent and amiable historian, De Sismondi, and by other learned and\nillustrious men.The bedroom is west of the garden.This time, you obey; another you will\ncommand.\"\"We all belong to Bowanee,\" answered the Malay.\"What is there yet to\ndo?--I am ready.\"Whilst he thus spoke, his face was turned towards the\ndoor of the hut; on a sudden, he said in a low voice: \"Here is Djalma.\"He must not see me yet,\" said Faringhea, retiring to an obscure corner\nof the cabin, and hiding himself under a mat; \"try to persuade him.If he\nresists--I have my project.\"Hardly had Faringhea disappeared, saying these words, when Djalma arrived\nat the door of the hovel.At sight of those three personages with their\nforbidding aspect, Djalma started in surprise.But ignorant that these\nmen belonged to the Phansegars, and knowing that, in a country where\nthere are no inns, travellers often pass the night under a tent, or\nbThe hallway is west of the bedroom.", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "After the first moment, he perceived by the complexion and the dress of\none of these men, that he was an Indian, and he accosted him in the\nHindoo language: \"I thought to have found here a European--a Frenchman--\"\n\n\"The Frenchman is not yet come,\" replied the Indian; \"but he will not be\nlong.\"Guessing by Djalma's question the means which Mahal had employed to draw\nhim into the snare, the Indian hoped to gain time by prolonging his\nerror.asked Djalma of the Phansegar.The office is north of the kitchen.\"He appointed us to meet here, as he did you,\" answered the Indian.inquired Djalma, more and more astonished.\"General Simon told you to be at this place?\"\"Yes, General Simon,\" replied the Indian.There was a moment's pause, during which Djalma sought in vain to explain\nto himself this mysterious adventure.asked he, with a\nlook of suspicion; for the gloomy silence of the Phansegar's two\ncompanions, who stared fixedly at each other, began to give him some\nuneasiness.\"We are yours, if you will be ours,\" answered the Indian.\"I have no need of you--nor you of me.\"The English killed your father, a king; made you a\ncaptive; proscribed you, you have lost all your possessions.\"At this cruel reminder, the countenance of Djalma darkened.He started,\nand a bitter smile curled his lip.The Phansegar continued:\n\n\"Your father was just and brave--beloved by his subjects--they called him\n'Father of the Generous,' and he was well named.Will you leave his death\nunavenged?Will the hate, which gnaws at your heart, be without fruit?\"\"My father died with arms in his hand.I revenged his death on the\nEnglish whom I killed in war.He, who has since been a father to me, and\nwho fought also in the same cause, told me, that it would now be madness\nto attempt to recover my territory from the English.When they gave me my\nliberty, I swore never again to set foot in India--and I keep the oaths I\nmake.\"\"Those who despoiled you, who took you captive, who killed your\nfather--were men.Are there not other men, on whom you can avenge\nyourself!\"You, who speak thus of men, are not a man!\"\"I, and those who resemble me, are more than men.We are, to the rest of\nthe human race, what the bold hunter is to the wild beasts, which they\nrun down in the forest.Will you be, like us, more than a man?Will you\nglut surely, largely, safely--the hate which devours your heart, for all\nthe evil done you?\"\"Your words become more and more obscure: I have no hatred in my heart,\"\nsaid Djalma.\"When an enemy is worthy of me, I fight with him; when he is\nunworthy, I despise him.So that I have no hate--either for brave men or\ncowards.\"criedThe bathroom is north of the office.", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "At the shout of the <DW64>, Faringhea, who had not been perceived by\nDjalma, threw off abruptly the mat which covered him, drew his crease,\nstarted up like a tiger, and with one bound was out of the cabin.Then,\nseeing a body of soldiers advancing cautiously in a circle, he dealt one\nof them a mortal stroke, threw down two others, and disappeared in the\nmidst of the ruins.All this passed so instantaneously, that, when Djalma\nturned round, to ascertain the cause of the <DW64>'s cry of alarm,\nFaringhea had already disappeared.The bathroom is east of the garden.The muskets of several soldiers, crowding to the door, were immediately\npointed at Djalma and the three Stranglers, whilst others went in pursuit\nof Faringhea.The <DW64>, the Malay, and the Indian, seeing the\nimpossibility of resistance, exchanged a few rapid words, and offered\ntheir hands to the cords, with which some of the soldiers had provided\nthemselves.The garden is east of the hallway.The Dutch captain, who commanded the squad, entered the cabin at this\nmoment.said he, pointing out Djalma to the\nsoldiers, who were occupied in binding the three Phansegars.Djalma had remained petrified with surprise, not understanding what was\npassing round him; but, when he saw the sergeant and two soldiers\napproach with ropes to bind him, he repulsed them with violent\nindignation, and rushed towards the door where stood the officer.The\nsoldiers, who had supposed that Djalma would submit to his fate with the\nsame impassibility as his companions, were astounded by this resistance,\nand recoiled some paces, being struck in spite of themselves, with the\nnoble and dignified air of the son of Kadja-sing.\"Why would you bind me like these men?\"cried Djalma, addressing himself\nin Hindostanee to the officer, who understood that language from his long\nservice in the Dutch colonies.\"Why would we bind you, wretch?--because you form part of this band of\nassassins.added the officer in Dutch, speaking to the soldiers,\n\"are you afraid of him?--Tie the cord tight about his wrists; there will\nsoon be another about his neck.\"\"You are mistaken,\" said Djalma, with a dignity and calmness which\nastonished the officer; \"I have hardly been in this place a quarter of an\nhour--I do not know these men.\"Not a Phansegar like them?--Who will believe the falsehood?\"cried Djalma, with so natural a movement and expression of\nhorror, that with a sign the officer stopped the soldiers, who were again\nadvancing to bind the son of Kadja-sing; \"these men form part of that\nhorrible band of murderers!and you accuse me of being their\naccomplice!--Oh, in this case, sir!I am perfectly at ease,\" said the\nyoung man, with a smile of disdain.The engines throbbed with their constant beat;\n       Your heart was nearer, and", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "So straight you lay in your narrow berth,\n       Rocked by the waves; and you seemed to be\n   Essence of all that is sweet on earth,\n       Of all that is sad and strange at sea.And you were white as the foam is white,\n       Your hair was curled as the waves are curled.had we but sailed and reached that night,\n       The sea's last edge, the end of the world!'T is eight miles out and eight miles in,\n        Just at the break of morn.'T is ice without and flame within,\n        To gain a kiss at dawn!Far, where the Lilac Hills arise\n        Soft from the misty plain,\n   A lone enchanted hollow lies\n        Where I at last drew rein.Midwinter grips this lonely land,\n        This stony, treeless waste,\n   Where East, due East, across the sand,\n        We fly in fevered haste.the East will soon be red,\n        The wild duck westward fly,\n   And make above my anxious head,\n        Triangles in the sky.Like wind we go; we both are still\n        So young; all thanks to Fate!(It cuts like knives, this air so chill,)\n        Dear God!Behind us, wrapped in mist and sleep\n        The Ruined City lies,\n   (Although we race, we seem to creep!)Eight miles out only, eight miles in,\n        Good going all the way;\n   But more and more the clouds begin\n        To redden into day.And every snow-tipped peak grows pink\n        An iridescent gem!My heart beats quick, with joy, to think\n        How I am nearing them!As mile on mile behind us falls,\n        Till, Oh, delight!The bedroom is east of the kitchen.I see\n   My Heart's Desire, who softly calls\n        Across the gloom to me.The utter joy of that First Love\n        No later love has given,\n   When, while the skies grew light above,\n        We entered into Heaven.The office is east of the bedroom.Till I Wake\n\n   When I am dying, lean over me tenderly, softly,\n     Stoop, as the yellow roses droop in the wind from the South.So I may, when I wake, if there be an Awakening,\n     Keep, what lulled me to sleep, the touch of your lips on my mouth.His Rubies: Told by Valgovind\n\n   Along the hot and endless road,\n     Calm and erect, with", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Serene and tall, with brows unbent,\n     Without a hope, without a friend,\n   He, under escort, onward went,\n     With death to meet him at the end.The Poppy fields were pink and gay\n     On either side, and in the heat\n   Their drowsy scent exhaled all day\n     A dream-like fragrance almost sweet.And when the cool of evening fell\n     And tender colours touched the sky,\n   He still felt youth within him dwell\n     And half forgot he had to die.Sometimes at night, the Camp-fires lit\n     And casting fitful light around,\n   His guard would, friend-like, let him sit\n     And talk awhile with them, unbound.Thus they, the night before the last,\n     Were resting, when a group of girls\n   Across the small encampment passed,\n     With laughing lips and scented curls.Then in the Prisoner's weary eyes\n     A sudden light lit up once more,\n   The women saw him with surprise,\n     And pity for the chains he bore.For little women reck of Crime\n     If young and fair the criminal be\n   Here in this tropic, amorous clime\n     Where love is still untamed and free.And one there was, she walked less fast,\n     Behind the rest, perhaps beguiled\n   By his lithe form, who, as she passed,\n     Waited a little while, and smiled.The guard, in kindly Eastern fashion,\n     Smiled to themselves, and let her stay.So tolerant of human passion,\n     \"To love he has but one more day.\"Yet when (the soft and scented gloom\n     Scarce lighted by the dying fire)\n   His arms caressed her youth and bloom,\n     With him it was not all desire.\"For me,\" he whispered, as he lay,\n     \"But little life remains to live.One thing I crave to take away:\n     You have the gift; but will you give?\"If I could know some child of mine\n     Would live his life, and see the sun\n   Across these fields of poppies shine,\n     What should I care that mine is done?The bedroom is east of the garden.\"To die would not be dying quite,\n     Leaving a little life behind,\n   You, were you kind to me to-night,\n     Could grant me this; but--are you kind?\"See, I have something here for you\n     For you and It, if It there be.\"Soft in the gloom her glances grew,\n     With gentle tears he could not see.He took the chain from off his neck,\n     Hid in the silver chain there lay\n   Three rubiesThe garden is east of the hallway.", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "He drew her close; the moonless skies\n     Shed little light; the fire was dead.Soft pity filled her youthful eyes,\n     And many tender things she said.Throughout the hot and silent night\n     All that he asked of her she gave.And, left alone ere morning light,\n     He went serenely to the grave,\n\n   Happy; for even when the rope\n     Confined his neck, his thoughts were free,\n   And centered round his Secret Hope\n     The little life that was to be.When Poppies bloomed again, she bore\n     His child who gaily laughed and crowed,\n   While round his tiny neck he wore\n     The rubies given on the road.For his small sake she wished to wait,\n     But vainly to forget she tried,\n   And grieving for the Prisoner's fate,\n     She broke her gentle heart and died.Song of Taj Mahomed\n\n   Dear is my inlaid sword; across the Border\n   It brought me much reward; dear is my Mistress,\n   The jewelled treasure of an amorous hour.The bathroom is east of the office.Dear beyond measure are my dreams and Fancies.These I adore; for these I live and labour,\n   Holding them more than sword or jewelled Mistress,\n   For this indeed may rust, and that prove faithless,\n   But, till my limbs are dust, I have my Fancies.The Garden of Kama:\n\n   Kama the Indian Eros\n\n   The daylight is dying,\n   The Flying fox flying,\n         Amber and amethyst burn in the sky.See, the sun throws a late,\n   Lingering, roseate\n         Kiss to the landscape to bid it good-bye.Oh, come, unresisting,\n         Lovely, expectant, on tentative feet.Shadow shall cover us,\n   Roses bend over us,\n         Making a bride chamber, sacred and sweet.We know not life's reason,\n   The length of its season,\n         Know not if they know, the great Ones above.The bedroom is west of the office.Our excitement was\nintense, but subdued.All saw the vital importance of heading off the\nenemy.Another whistle, nearer and clearer, and another scout decided the\nquestion.I was ordered to move rapidly to Appomattox Station, seize the\ntrains there, and, if possible, get possession of the Lynchburg pike.General Custer rode up alongside of me and, laying his hand on my\nshoulder, said, \"Go in, old fellow, don't let anything stop you; now is\nthe chance for your stars.Whoop 'em up; I'll be after you.\"The regiment\nleft the column at a slow trot, which became faster and faster until we\ncaught sight of the cars, which were preparing to move away, when, with a\ncheer", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The hallway is north of the garden.I called for engineers and\nfiremen to take charge of the trains, when at least a dozen of my men\naround me offered their services.I chose the number required, and ordered\nthe trains to be run to the rear, where I afterwards learned they were\nclaimed as captures by General Ord's corps.The office is south of the garden.The cars were loaded with\ncommissary stores, a portion of which had been unloaded, on which the\nrebel advance were regaling themselves when we pounced so unexpectedly\ndown on them.While the regiment was rallying after the charge, the enemy opened on it a\nfierce fire from all kinds of guns--field and siege--which, however, did\nbut little damage, as the regiment was screened from the enemy's sight by\na dense woods.I at once sent notification to General Custer and Colonel\nPennington of my success, moved forward--my advance busily\nskirmishing--and followed with the regiment in line of battle, mounted.The advance was soon checked by the enemy formed behind hastily\nconstructed intrenchments in a dense wood of the second growth of pine.Flushed with success and eager to gain the Lynchburg pike, along which\nimmense wagon and siege trains were rapidly moving, the regiment was\nordered to charge.Three times did it try to break through the enemy's\nlines, but failed.Colonel Pennington arrived on the field with the rest\nof the brigade, when, altogether, a rush was made, but it failed.Then\nCuster, with the whole division, tried it, but he, too, failed.Charge and\ncharge again, was now the order, but it was done in driblets, without\norganization and in great disorder.General Custer was here, there, and\neverywhere, urging the men forward with cheers and oaths.The great prize\nwas so nearly in his grasp that it seemed a pity to lose it; but the rebel\ninfantry held on hard and fast, while his artillery belched out death and\ndestruction on every side of us.Merritt and night were fast coming on, so\nas soon as a force, however small, was organized, it was hurled forward,\nonly to recoil in confusion and loss.Confident that this mode of fighting\nwould not bring us success, and fearful lest the enemy should assume the\noffensive, which, in our disorganized state, must result in disaster, I\nwent to General Custer soon after dark, and said to him that if he would\nlet me get my regiment together, I could break through the rebel line.He\nexcitedly replied, \"Never mind your regiment; take anything and everything\nyou can find, horse-holders and all, and break through: we must get hold\nof the pike to-night.\"Acting on this order, a force was soon organized by\nme, composed chiefly of the Second New York, but in part of other\nregiments, undistinguishable in the darkness.With this I made a charge\ndown a narrow lane, which led to an open field where the rebel artillery\nwas posted.As the charging column debouched from the woods, six bright\nlights suddenly flashed directly before us.A toronado of canister-shot\nswept over", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The kitchen is south of the garden.The\nline was broken, and the enemy routed.Custer, with the whole division,\nnow pressed through the gap pell-mell, in hot pursuit, halting for neither\nprisoners nor guns, until the road to Lynchburg, crowded with wagons and\nartillery, was in our possession.We then turned short to the right and\nheaded for the Appomattox Court House; but just before reaching it we\ndiscovered the thousands of camp fires of the rebel army, and the pursuit\nwas checked.The enemy had gone into camp, in fancied security that his\nroute to Lynchburg was still open before him; and he little dreamed that\nour cavalry had planted itself directly across his path, until some of our\nmen dashed into Appomattox Court House, where, unfortunately, Lieutenant\nColonel Root, of the Fifteenth New York Cavalry, was instantly killed by a\npicket guard.After we had seized the road, we were joined by other\ndivisions of the cavalry corps which came to our assistance, but too late\nto take part in the fight.The hallway is north of the garden.Owing to the night attack, our regiments were so mixed up that it took\nhours to reorganize them.When this was effected, we marched near to the\nrailroad station and bivouacked.We threw ourselves on the ground\nto rest, but not to sleep.We knew that the infantry was hastening to our\nassistance, but unless they joined us before sunrise, our cavalry line\nwould be brushed away, and the rebels would escape after all our hard work\nto head them off from Lynchburg.About daybreak I was aroused by loud\nhurrahs, and was told that Ord's corps was coming up rapidly, and forming\nin rear of our cavalry.Soon after we were in the saddle and moving\ntowards the Appomattox Court House road, where the firing was growing\nlively; but suddenly our direction was changed, and the whole cavalry\ncorps rode at a gallop to the right of our line, passing between the\nposition of the rebels and the rapidly forming masses of our infantry, who\ngreeted us with cheers and shouts of joy as we galloped along their front.At several places we had to \"run the gauntlet\" of fire from the enemy's\nguns posted around the Court House, but this only added to the interest\nof the scene, for we felt it to be the last expiring effort of the enemy\nto put on a bold front; we knew that we had them this time, and that at\nlast Lee's proud army of Northern Virginia was at our mercy.While moving\nat almost a charging gait we were suddenly brought to a halt by reports of\na surrender.General Sheridan and his staff rode up, and left in hot haste\nfor the Court House; but just after leaving us, they were fired into by a\nparty of rebel cavalry, who also opened fire on us, to which we promptly\nreplied, and soon put them to flight.One of the hospitals mother has been collecting so much\n money for is here.It is in tents,\n on a bit of sloping ground looking south.There are big tents for\n the patients, and little tents for the staff.I", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Such\n lovely starlight nights we have here.Alice Hutchison is head of\n this unit, and I am here on a visit to her.My own hospital is in\n a town--Kragujevatz.Now, I wonder if you can find that place?The\n hospital there is in a girls\u2019 school.Now--I wonder what will happen\n to the lessons of all those little girls as long as the war lasts?Serbia has been at war for three years, four wars in three years, and\n the women of the country have kept the agriculture of the country\n going all that time.A Serbian officer told me the other day that\n the country is so grateful to them, that they are going to strike a\n special medal for the women to show their thanks, when this war is\n over.This is such a beautiful country, and such nice people.Some day\n when the war is over, we\u2019ll come here, and have a holiday.How are you\n getting on, my precious?The office is west of the garden.God bless you,\n dear little girlie.--Ever your loving Aunt\n\n      ELSIE.\u2019\n\nAs the fever died out, a worse enemy came in.Serbia was overrun by\nthe Austro-German forces, and she, with others of her units, was taken\nprisoner, as they had decided it was their duty to remain at their work\namong the sick and wounded.Again the Serbian Minister is quoted:--\n\n \u2018When the typhus calamity was overcome, the Scottish women reorganised\n themselves as tent hospitals and offered to go as near as possible\n to the army at the front.Their camp in the town of Valjevo--which\n suffered most of all from the Austrian invasion--might have stood\n in the middle of England.In Lazarevatz, shortly before the new\n Austro-German offensive, they formed a surgical hospital almost out\n of nothing, in the devastated shops and the village inns, and they\n accomplished the nursing of hundreds of wounded who poured in from\n the battle-field.When it became obvious that the Serbian army could\n not resist the combined Austrians, Germans, Magyars, and Bulgarians,\n who were about four times their numbers, the main care of the Serbian\n military authorities was what to do with the hospitals full of\n wounded, and whom to leave with the wounded soldiers, who refused to\n be left to fall into the hands of the cruel enemy.The bathroom is east of the garden.Then the Scottish\n women declared that they were not going to leave their patients, and\n that they would stay with them, whatever the conditions, and whatever\n might be expected from the enemy.They remained with the Serbian\n wounded as long as they could be of use to them.Simson._\n\n      \u2018KRUSHIEEVATZ, _Nov.\u2018We are in the very centre of the storm, and it just feels exactly\n like having the rain pouring down, and the wind beating in gusts, and\n not being able to see for the water in one\u2019s eyes, and just holding on\n and saying, \u201cIt cannot last, it is so bad.\u201d These poor little people,\n you cannot imagine anything more miserable than they", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Remember,\n they have been fighting for years for their independence, and now it\n all seems to end.Germans, Austrians,\n Bulgars, and all that is left is this western Morava Valley, and\n the country a little south of it.And their big Allies--from here\n it looks as if they are never going to move.I went into Craijuvo\n yesterday, in the car, to see about Dr.The road\n was crowded with refugees pouring away, all their goods piled on\n their rickety ox-wagons, little children on the top, and then bands\n of soldiers, stragglers from the army.These men were forming up\n again, as we passed back later on.We decided we must stand by our hospitals; it was too awful\n leaving badly wounded men with no proper care.Sir Ralph eventually\n agreed, and we gave everybody in the units the choice of going or\n staying.We have about 115 people in the Scottish unit, and twenty\n have gone.Smith brings up the rear-guard to-day, with one or two\n laggards and a wounded English soldier we have had charge of.MacGregor has trekked for Novi Bazaar.It is\n the starting-place for Montenegro.We all managed wonderfully in our\n first \u201cevacuations,\u201d and saved practically everything, but now it is\n hopeless.The bridges are down, and the trucks standing anyhow on\n sidings, and, worst of all, the people have begun looting.The hallway is south of the bedroom.There\u2019ll be famine, as well as cold, in this corner of the\n world soon, and then the distant prospect of 150,000 British troops at\n Salonika won\u2019t help much.\u2018The beloved British troops,--the thought of them always cheers.But\n not the thought of the idiots at the top who had not enough gumption\n to _know_ this must happen.Anybody, even us women, could have told\n them that the Germans must try and break through to the help of the\n Turks.\u2018We have got a nice building here for a hospital, and Dr.Holloway\n is helping in the military hospital.I believe there are about 1000\n wounded in the place.I can\u2019t write a very interesting letter, Amy\n dear, because at the bottom of my heart I don\u2019t believe it will ever\n reach you.I don\u2019t see them managing the Montenegrin passes at this\n time of year!There is a persistent rumour that the French have\n retaken Skopiro, and if that is true perhaps the Salonika route will\n be open soon.\u2018Some day, I\u2019ll tell you all the exciting things that have been\n happening, and all the funny things too!For there have been funny\n things, in the middle of all the sadness.The guns are booming away,\n and the country looking so lovely in the sunlight.The bathroom is south of the hallway.I wonder if Serbia\n is a particularly beautiful country, or whether it looks so lovely\n because of the tragedy of this war, just as bed seems particularly\n delightful when the night bell goes!\u2019\n\n      \u2018SERBIAN MILITARY HOSPITAL,", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\u2018We have been here about a month.It was dreadfully sad work leaving\n our beautiful little hospital at Krushieevatz.Here, we are working in\n the Serbian military hospital, and living in it also.You can imagine\n that we have plenty to do, when you hear we have 900 wounded.The\n prisoners are brought in every day, sometimes thousands, and go on to\n the north, leaving the sick.The Director has put the sanitation and\n the laundry into our hands also.\u2018We have had a hard frost for four days now, and snowstorms.My\n warm things did not arrive--I suppose they are safe at Salonika.Fortunately last year\u2019s uniform was still in existence, and I wear\n three pairs of stockings, with my high boots.He was innocent, and he depended upon\nthat special Providence which had before befriended him to extricate\nhim from the difficulty.It is true, he wondered what Julia would say\nwhen she heard of his misfortune.She would weep and grieve; and he\nwas sad when he thought of her.But she would be the more rejoiced\nwhen she learned that he was innocent.The triumph would be in\nproportion to the trial.On the following day he was brought up for examination.As his name\nwas called, the propriety of the court was suddenly disturbed by an\nexclamation of surprise from an elderly man, with sun-browned face and\nmonstrous whiskers.almost shouted the elderly man, regardless of the dignity\nof the court.An officer was on the point of turning him out; but his earnest manner\nsaved him.Wake, he questioned him in\nregard to the youthful prisoner.muttered the elderly man, in the\nmost intense excitement.Harry had a friend who had not been idle,\nas the sequel will show.Wake first testified to the facts we have already related, and the\nlawyer, whom Harry's friends had provided, questioned him in regard to\nthe prisoner's character and antecedents.He was subjected to a severe cross-examination by Harry's\ncounsel, in which he repeatedly denied that he had ever borrowed or\npaid any money to the accused.While the events preceding Harry's\narrest were transpiring, he had been absent from the city, but had\nreturned early in the afternoon.He disagreed with his partner in\nrelation to our hero's guilt, and immediately set himself to work to\nunmask the conspiracy, for such he was persuaded it was.He testified that, a short time before, Edward had requested him to\npay him his salary two days before it was due, assigning as a reason\nthe fact that he owed Harry five dollars, which he wished to pay.He\nproduced two of the marked half dollars, which he had received from\nEdward's landlady.Of course, Edward was utterly confounded; and, to add to his\nconfusion, he was immediately called to the stand again.The hallway is north of the bedroom.This time his\ncoolness was gone; he crossed himself a dozen times, and finally\nacknowledged, under the pressure of the skillful lawyer's close\nquestioning, that Harry was innocent.He had paid him the money found\nin Mrs.FlintThe kitchen is south of the bedroom.", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "He had known for some time that the partners were on the watch for the\nthief.He had heard them talking about the matter; but he supposed he\nhad managed the case so well as to exonerate himself and implicate\nHarry, whom he hated for being a good boy.His heart swelled with gratitude for the kindly\ninterposition of Providence.The trial was past--the triumph had come.Wade, and other friends, congratulated him on the happy\ntermination of the affair; and while they were so engaged the elderly\nman elbowed his way through the crowd to the place where Harry stood.\"Young man, what is your father's name?\"he asked, in tones tremulous\nwith emotion.\"You had a father--what was his name?\"\"Franklin West; a carpenter by trade.He went from Redfield to\nValparaiso when I was very young, and we never heard anything from\nhim.\"exclaimed the stranger, grasping our hero by the hand, while\nthe tears rolled down his brown visage.Harry did not know what to make of this announcement.\"Is it possible that you are my father?\"\"I am, Harry; but I was sure you were dead.I got a letter, informing\nme that your mother and the baby had gone; and about a year after I\nmet a man from Rockville who told me that you had died also.\"They continued the conversation as they walked from the court room to\nthe store.The bedroom is north of the garden.There was a long story for each to tell.West confessed\nthat, for two years after his arrival at Valparaiso, he had\naccomplished very little.He drank hard, and brought on a fever, which\nhad nearly carried him off.But that fever was a blessing in disguise;\nand since his recovery he had been entirely temperate.He had nothing\nto send to his family, and shame prevented him from even writing to\nhis wife.He received the letter which conveyed the intelligence of\nthe death of his wife and child, and soon after learned that his\nremaining little one was also gone.Carpenters were then in great demand in Valparaiso.He was soon in a\ncondition to take contracts, and fortune smiled upon him.He had\nrendered himself independent, and had now returned to spend his\nremaining days in his native land.He had been in Boston a week, and\nhappened to stray into the Police Court, where he had found the son\nwho, he supposed, had long ago been laid in the grave.Edward Flint finished his career of \"fashionable dissipation\" by being\nsentenced to the house of correction.Just before he was sent over, he\nconfessed to Mr.Wade that it was he who had stolen Harry's money,\nthree years before.The next day Harry obtained leave of absence, for the purpose of\naccompanying his father on a visit to Redfield.The kitchen is north of the bedroom.He was in exuberant\nspirits.It seemed as though his cup of joy was full.He could hardly\nrealize that he had a father--a kind, affectionate father--who shared\nthe joy of his heart.They went to Redfield; but I cannot stop to tell my readers how\nastonished", "question": "What is north of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Nason, and the paupers were, to see\nthe spruce young clerk come to his early home, attended by his\nfather--a rich father, too.We can follow our hero no farther through the highways and byways of\nhis life-pilgrimage.We have seen him struggle like a hero through\ntrial and temptation, and come off conqueror in the end.He has found\na rich father, who crowns his lot with plenty; but his true wealth is\nin those good principles which the trials, no less than the triumphs,\nof his career have planted in his soul.CHAPTER XXI\n\nIN WHICH HARRY IS VERY PLEASANTLY SITUATED, AND THE STORY COMES TO AN\nEND\n\n\nPerhaps my young readers will desire to know something of Harry's\nsubsequent life; and we will \"drop in\" upon him at his pleasant\nresidence in Rockville, without the formality of an introduction.The\nyears have elapsed since we parted with him, after his triumphant\ndischarge from arrest.His father did not live long after his return\nto his native land, and when he was twenty-one, Harry came into\npossession of a handsome fortune.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.But even wealth could not tempt him\nto choose a life of idleness; and he went into partnership with Mr.Wade, the senior retiring at the same time.I at once sent notification to General Custer and Colonel\nPennington of my success, moved forward--my advance busily\nskirmishing--and followed with the regiment in line of battle, mounted.The advance was soon checked by the enemy formed behind hastily\nconstructed intrenchments in a dense wood of the second growth of pine.Flushed with success and eager to gain the Lynchburg pike, along which\nimmense wagon and siege trains were rapidly moving, the regiment was\nordered to charge.Three times did it try to break through the enemy's\nlines, but failed.Colonel Pennington arrived on the field with the rest\nof the brigade, when, altogether, a rush was made, but it failed.Then\nCuster, with the whole division, tried it, but he, too, failed.Charge and\ncharge again, was now the order, but it was done in driblets, without\norganization and in great disorder.General Custer was here, there, and\neverywhere, urging the men forward with cheers and oaths.The great prize\nwas so nearly in his grasp that it seemed a pity to lose it; but the rebel\ninfantry held on hard and fast, while his artillery belched out death and\ndestruction on every side of us.Merritt and night were fast coming on, so\nas soon as a force, however small, was organized, it was hurled forward,\nonly to recoil in confusion and loss.Confident that this mode of fighting\nwould not bring us success, and fearful lest the enemy should assume the\noffensive, which, in our disorganized state, must result in disaster, I\nwent to General Custer soon after dark, and said to him that if he would\nlet me get my regiment together, I could break through the rebel line.He\nexcitedly replied, \"The office is north of the bedroom.", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Acting on this order, a force was soon organized by\nme, composed chiefly of the Second New York, but in part of other\nregiments, undistinguishable in the darkness.With this I made a charge\ndown a narrow lane, which led to an open field where the rebel artillery\nwas posted.As the charging column debouched from the woods, six bright\nlights suddenly flashed directly before us.A toronado of canister-shot\nswept over our heads, and the next instant we were in the battery.The hallway is west of the bedroom.The\nline was broken, and the enemy routed.Custer, with the whole division,\nnow pressed through the gap pell-mell, in hot pursuit, halting for neither\nprisoners nor guns, until the road to Lynchburg, crowded with wagons and\nartillery, was in our possession.We then turned short to the right and\nheaded for the Appomattox Court House; but just before reaching it we\ndiscovered the thousands of camp fires of the rebel army, and the pursuit\nwas checked.The hallway is east of the garden.The enemy had gone into camp, in fancied security that his\nroute to Lynchburg was still open before him; and he little dreamed that\nour cavalry had planted itself directly across his path, until some of our\nmen dashed into Appomattox Court House, where, unfortunately, Lieutenant\nColonel Root, of the Fifteenth New York Cavalry, was instantly killed by a\npicket guard.After we had seized the road, we were joined by other\ndivisions of the cavalry corps which came to our assistance, but too late\nto take part in the fight.Owing to the night attack, our regiments were so mixed up that it took\nhours to reorganize them.When this was effected, we marched near to the\nrailroad station and bivouacked.We threw ourselves on the ground\nto rest, but not to sleep.We knew that the infantry was hastening to our\nassistance, but unless they joined us before sunrise, our cavalry line\nwould be brushed away, and the rebels would escape after all our hard work\nto head them off from Lynchburg.About daybreak I was aroused by loud\nhurrahs, and was told that Ord's corps was coming up rapidly, and forming\nin rear of our cavalry.Soon after we were in the saddle and moving\ntowards the Appomattox Court House road, where the firing was growing\nlively; but suddenly our direction was changed, and the whole cavalry\ncorps rode at a gallop to the right of our line, passing between the\nposition of the rebels and the rapidly forming masses of our infantry, who\ngreeted us with cheers and shouts of joy as we galloped along their front.At several places we had to \"run the gauntlet\" of fire from the enemy's\nguns posted around the Court House, but this only added to the interest\nof the scene, for we felt it to be the last expiring effort of the enemy\nto put on a bold front; we knew that we had them this time, and that at\nlast Lee's proud army of Northern Virginia was at our mercy.While moving\nat almost a charging gait we were suddenly brought to a halt by reports of", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "General Sheridan and his staff rode up, and left in hot haste\nfor the Court House; but just after leaving us, they were fired into by a\nparty of rebel cavalry, who also opened fire on us, to which we promptly\nreplied, and soon put them to flight.The garden is south of the office.Our lines were then formed for a\ncharge on the rebel infantry; but while the bugles were sounding the\ncharge, an officer with a white flag rode out from the rebel lines, and we\nhalted.It was fortunate for us that we halted when we did, for had we\ncharged we would have been swept into eternity, as directly in our front\nwas a creek, on the other side of which was a rebel brigade, entrenched,\nwith batteries in position, the guns double shotted with canister.To have\ncharged this formidable array, mounted, would have resulted in almost\ntotal annihilation.After we had halted, we were informed that\npreliminaries were being arranged for the surrender of Lee's whole army.At this news, cheer after cheer rent the air for a few moments, when soon\nall became as quiet as if nothing unusual had occurred.I rode forward\nbetween the lines with Custer and Pennington, and met several old friends\namong the rebels, who came out to see us.Among them, I remember Lee\n(Gimlet), of Virginia, and Cowan, of North Carolina.I saw General Cadmus\nWilcox just across the creek, walking to and fro with his eyes on the\nground, just as was his wont when he was instructor at West Point.I\ncalled to him, but he paid no attention, except to glance at me in a\nhostile manner.While we were thus discussing the probable terms of the surrender, General\nLee, in full uniform, accompanied by one of his staff, and General\nBabcock, of General Grant's staff, rode from the Court House towards our\nlines.As he passed us, we all raised our caps in salute, which he\ngracefully returned.Later in the day loud and continuous cheering was heard among the rebels,\nwhich was taken up and echoed by our lines until the air was rent with\ncheers, when all as suddenly subsided.\"But he's no veera ceevil gin ye bring him when there's naethin' wrang,\"\nand Mrs.Macfayden's face reflected another of Mr.Hopps' misadventures\nof which Hillocks held the copyright.\"Hopps' laddie ate grosarts (gooseberries) till they hed to sit up a'\nnicht wi' him, an' naethin' wud do but they maun hae the doctor, an' he\nwrites 'immediately' on a slip o' paper.\"Weel, MacLure had been awa a' nicht wi' a shepherd's wife Dunleith wy,\nand he comes here withoot drawin' bridle, mud up tae the cen.The bedroom is north of the office.\"'What's a dae here, Hillocks?\"he cries; 'it's no an accident, is't?'and when he got aff his horse he cud hardly stand wi' stiffness and\ntire.\"'It", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "[Illustration: \"HOPPS' LADDIE ATE GROSARTS\"]\n\n\"If he didna turn on me like a tiger.\"<DW37> ye mean tae say----'\n\n\"'Weesht, weesht,' an' I tried tae quiet him, for Hopps wes comin' oot.The bedroom is east of the garden.\"'Well, doctor,' begins he, as brisk as a magpie, 'you're here at last;\nthere's no hurry with you Scotchmen.My boy has been sick all night, and\nI've never had one wink of sleep.You might have come a little quicker,\nthat's all I've got to say.'\"We've mair tae dae in Drumtochty than attend tae every bairn that hes a\nsair stomach,' and a' saw MacLure wes roosed.Our doctor at home always says to\nMrs.'Opps \"Look on me as a family friend, Mrs.'Opps, and send for me\nthough it be only a headache.\"'\"'He'd be mair sparin' o' his offers if he hed four and twenty mile tae\nlook aifter.There's naethin' wrang wi' yir laddie but greed.Gie him a\ngude dose o' castor oil and stop his meat for a day, an' he 'ill be a'\nricht the morn.'\"'He 'ill not take castor oil, doctor.We have given up those barbarous\nmedicines.'\"'Whatna kind o' medicines hae ye noo in the Sooth?'MacLure, we're homoeopathists, and I've my little\nchest here,' and oot Hopps comes wi' his boxy.The garden is east of the hallway.\"'Let's see't,' an' MacLure sits doon and taks oot the bit bottles, and\nhe reads the names wi' a lauch every time.\"'Belladonna; did ye ever hear the like?Weel, ma mannie,' he says tae Hopps, 'it's a fine\nploy, and ye 'ill better gang on wi' the Nux till it's dune, and gie him\nony ither o' the sweeties he fancies.\"'Noo, Hillocks, a' maun be aff tae see Drumsheugh's grieve, for he's\ndoon wi' the fever, and it's tae be a teuch fecht.A' hinna time tae\nwait for dinner; gie me some cheese an' cake in ma haund, and Jess 'ill\ntak a pail o' meal an' water.\"'Fee; a'm no wantin' yir fees, man; wi' that boxy ye dinna need a\ndoctor; na, na, gie yir siller tae some puir body, Maister Hopps,' an'\nhe was doon the road as hard as he cud lick.\"His fees were pretty much what the folk chose to give him, and he\ncollected them once a year at Kildrummie fair.\"Well, doctor, what am a", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Ye 'ill need\nthree notes for that nicht ye stayed in the hoose an' a' the veesits.\"\"Havers,\" MacLure would answer, \"prices are low, a'm hearing; gie's\nthirty shillings.\"\"No, a'll no, or the wife 'ill tak ma ears off,\" and it was settled for\ntwo pounds.Lord Kilspindie gave him a free house and fields, and one\nway or other, Drumsheugh told me, the doctor might get in about L150.The kitchen is north of the hallway.a year, out of which he had to pay his old housekeeper's wages and a\nboy's, and keep two horses, besides the cost of instruments and books,\nwhich he bought through a friend in Edinburgh with much judgment.There was only one man who ever complained of the doctor's charges, and\nthat was the new farmer of Milton, who was so good that he was above\nboth churches, and held a meeting in his barn.(It was Milton the Glen\nsupposed at first to be a Mormon, but I can't go into that now.)He\noffered MacLure a pound less than he asked, and two tracts, whereupon\nMacLure expressed his opinion of Milton, both from a theological and\nsocial standpoint, with such vigor and frankness that an attentive\naudience of Drumtochty men could hardly contain themselves.Jamie Soutar\nwas selling his pig at the time, and missed the meeting, but he hastened\nto condole with Milton, who was complaining everywhere of the doctor's\nlanguage.[Illustration]\n\n\"Ye did richt tae resist him; it 'ill maybe roose the Glen tae mak a\nstand; he fair hands them in bondage.\"Thirty shillings for twal veesits, and him no mair than seeven mile\nawa, an' a'm telt there werena mair than four at nicht.The kitchen is south of the bathroom.\"Ye 'ill hae the sympathy o' the Glen, for a' body kens yir as free wi'\nyir siller as yir tracts.\"Wes't 'Beware o' gude warks' ye offered him?Man, ye choose it weel,\nfor he's been colleckin' sae mony thae forty years, a'm feared for him.\"A've often thocht oor doctor's little better than the Gude Samaritan,\nan' the Pharisees didna think muckle o' his chance aither in this warld\nor that which is tae come.\"A simple illustration will\nbest explain the word.When a man is \"naturalized,\" he speaks of his\nnew country as the land of his _adoption_.If a Frenchman becomes a\nnaturalized Englishman, he ceases legally to be a Frenchman; ceases to\nbe under French law; ceases to serve in the French army.He {77}\nbecomes legally an Englishman; he is under English law; serves in the\nEnglish army; has all the privileges and obligations of a \"new-born\"\nEnglishman.He may turn out to be a bad Englishman, a traitor to his\nadopted", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "He cannot belong to two kingdoms, serve under two\nkings, live under two sets of laws, at the same time.He has been \"adopted\" into a new kingdom.He is a subject of \"the Kingdom of Heaven\".But he cannot belong to\ntwo kingdoms at the same time.His \"death unto sin\" involves a \"new\nbirth (regeneration) unto righteousness\".He ceases to be a member of\nthe old kingdom, to serve under the sway of the old king, to be a\n\"child of wrath\".He renounces all allegiance to Satan; he becomes\nGod's own child by \"adoption\".He may be a good, bad, or indifferent\nchild; he may be a lost child, but he does not cease to be God's child.Rather, it is just because he is still God's child that there is hope\nfor him.It is because he is {78} the child of God by adoption that\nthe \"spirit of adoption\" within him can still cry, \"Abba, Father,\" that\nhe can still claim the privilege of his adopted country, and \"pardon\nthrough the Precious Blood\".True, he has obligations and\nresponsibilities, as well as privileges, and these we shall see under\nthe next word, Election.The Catechism calls the Baptized \"the elect people of God,\" and the\nBaptismal Service asks that the child may by Baptism be \"taken into the\nnumber of God's elect children\".The word itself\ncomes from two Latin words, _e_, or _ex_, out; and _lego_, to choose.The \"elect,\" then, are those chosen out from others.It sounds like\nfavouritism; it reads like \"privileged classes\"--and so it is.The bathroom is east of the garden.But the\nprivilege of election is the privilege of service.It is like the\nprivilege of a Member of Parliament, the favoured candidate--the\nprivilege of being elected to serve others.Every election is for the\nsake of somebody else.The Member of Parliament is elected for the\nsake of his constituents; the Town Councillor is elected for the sake\nof his fellow-townsmen; the Governor is elected for the sake of the\n{79} governed.The Jews were\n\"elect\"; but it was for the sake of the Gentiles--\"that the Gentiles,\nthrough them, might be brought in\".The Blessed Virgin was \"elect\";\nbut it was that \"all generations might call her blessed\".The Church\nis \"elect,\" but it is for the sake of the world,--that it, too, might\nbe \"brought in\".The Baptized are\n\"elect,\" but not for their own sakes; not to be a privileged class,\nsave to enjoy the privilege of bringing others in.The kitchen is west of the garden.They are \"chosen\nout\" of the world for the sake of those left in the world.This is\ntheir obligation; it is the law of their adopted country, the kingdom\ninto which they have, \"by spiritual regeneration,\" been \"born again\".All this, and much more, Baptism does.How Baptism\ncauses all that it effects, is as yet unrevealed.The", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Here,\nwe are in the realm of faith.Faith is belief in that which is out of\n{80} sight.It is belief in the unseen, not in the non-existent.We\nhope for that we see not.[18]  The _mode_ of the operation of the Holy\nGhost in Baptism is hidden: the result alone is revealed.In this, as\nin many another mystery, \"We wait for light\".The bedroom is west of the bathroom.[19]\n\n\n\n[1] See Service for the \"Private Baptism of Children\".[2] Service for the Ordination of Deacons.[3] From an old word, Gossip or _Godsib_, i.e.[5] _Trine_ Immersion, i.e.dipping the candidate thrice, or thrice\npouring water upon him, dates from the earliest ages, but exceptional\ncases have occurred where a single immersion has been held valid.[6] From _Chrisma_, sacred oil--first the oil with which a child was\nanointed at Baptism, and then the robe with which the child was covered\nafter Baptism and Unction, and hence the child itself was called a\n_Chrisome-child_, i.e.[7] In the 1549 Prayer Book, the Prayer at the Anointing in the\nBaptismal Service ran: \"Almighty God, Who hath regenerated thee by\nwater and the Holy Ghost, and hath given unto thee the remission of all\nthy sins, He vouchsafe to anoint thee with the Unction of His Holy\nSpirit, and bring thee to the inheritance of everlasting life.Jerome, writing in the second century, says of the Baptized,\nthat he \"bore on his forehead the banner of the Cross\".[10] It is a real loss to use the Service for the Public Baptism of\nInfants as a private office, as is generally done now.The doctrinal\nteaching; the naming of the child; the signing with the cross; the\nresponse of, and the address to, the God-parents--all these would be\nhelpful reminders to a congregation, if the service sometimes came, as\nthe Rubric orders, after the second lesson, and might rekindle the\nBaptismal and Confirmation fire once lighted, but so often allowed to\ndie down, or flicker out.[14] Not more, it is estimated, than two or three out of every eight\nhave been baptized.[15] I may take an _additional_ Christian name at my Confirmation, but\nI cannot change the old one.[16] The present Town Clerk of London has kindly informed me that the\nearliest example he has found dates from 1418, when the name of John\nCarpenter, Town Clerk, the well-known executor of Whittington, is\nappended to a document, the Christian name being omitted.Ambrose Lee of the Heralds' College\nmay interest some.\"... Surname, in the ordinary sense of the word,\nthe King has none.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.He--as was his grandmother, Queen Victoria, as well\nas her husband, Prince Albert--is descended from Wit", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Witikind was\ndefeated by Charlemagne, became a Christian, and was created Duke of\nSaxony.The anxieties that press upon\nhis heart in such calamity as this are too sharp, too tightened, and too\nsordid for him to draw a single free breath, or to raise his eyes for a\nsingle moment of relief from the monstrous perplexity that chokes him.The hour of bereavement has its bitterness, but the bitterness is\ngradually suffused with soft reminiscence.The grip of beggary leaves a\nmark on such a character as De Maistre's which no prosperity of after\ndays effaces.The seeming inhumanity of his theory of life, which is so\nrevolting to comfortable people like M. Villemain, was in truth the only\nexplanation of his own cruel sufferings in which he could find any\nsolace.It was not that he hated mankind, but that his destiny looked as\nif God hated him, and this was a horrible moral complexity out of which\nhe could only extricate himself by a theory in which pain and torment\nseem to stand out as the main facts in human existence.Hope smiled on him momentarily,\nbut, in his own words: 'It was only a flash in the night.'While he was\nin Venice, the armies of Austria and Russia reconquered the north of\nItaly, and Charles Emanuel IV., in the natural anticipation that the\nallies would at once restore his dominions, hastened forward.The kitchen is north of the bathroom.Austria,\nhowever, as De Maistre had seen long before, was indifferent or even\nabsolutely hostile to Sardinian interests, and she successfully opposed\nCharles Emanuel's restoration.The king received the news of the perfidy\nof his nominal ally at Florence, but not until after he had made\narrangements for rewarding the fidelity of some of his most loyal\nadherents.It was from Florence that De Maistre received the king's nomination to\nthe chief place in the government of the island of Sardinia.Through the\nshort time of his administration here, he was overwhelmed with vexations\nonly a little more endurable than the physical distresses which had\nweighed him down at Venice.During the war, justice had been\nadministered in a grossly irregular manner.Hence, people had taken the\nlaw into their own hands, and retaliation had completed the round of\nwrong-doing.The hallway is north of the kitchen.The higher\nclass exhibited an invincible repugnance to paying their debts.Some of\nthese difficulties in the way of firm and orderly government were\ninsuperable, and De Maistre vexed his soul in an unequal and only\npartially successful contest.In after years, amid the miseries of his\nlife in Russia, he wrote to his brother thus: 'Sometimes in moments of\nsolitude that I multiply as much as I possibly can, I throw my head back\non the cushion of my sofa, and there with my four walls around me, far\nfrom all that is dear to me, confronted by a sombre and impenetrable\nfuture, I recall the days when in a little town that you know well'--he\nmeant Cagliari--'with my head resting", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The kitchen is east of the garden.little men and little things, I used to ask myself: \"Am I then condemned\nto live and die in this place, like a limpet on a rock?\"I suffered\nbitterly; my head was overloaded, wearied, flattened, by the enormous\nweight of Nothing.'In 1802 he received an order\nfrom the king to proceed to St.Petersburg as envoy extraordinary and\nminister plenipotentiary at the court of Russia.The garden is east of the bedroom.Even from this bitter\nproof of devotion to his sovereign he did not shrink.He had to tear\nhimself from his wife and children, without any certainty when so cruel\na separation would be likely to end; to take up new functions which the\ncircumstances of the time rendered excessively difficult; while the\npetty importance of the power he represented, and its mendicant attitude\nin Europe, robbed his position of that public distinction and dignity\nwhich may richly console a man for the severest private sacrifice.It is\na kind destiny which veils their future from mortal men.Fifteen years\npassed before De Maistre's exile came to a close.From 1802 to 1817 he\ndid not quit the inhospitable latitudes of northern Russia.De Maistre's letters during this desolate period furnish a striking\npicture of his manner of life and his mental state.We see in them his\nmost prominent characteristics strongly marked.Not even the\npainfulness of the writer's situation ever clouds his intrepid and\nvigorous spirit.Lively and gallant sallies of humour to his female\nfriends, sagacious judgments on the position of Europe to political\npeople, bits of learned criticism for erudite people, tender and playful\nchat with his two daughters, all these alternate with one another with\nthe most delightful effect.Whether he is writing to his little girl\nwhom he has never known, or to the king of Sardinia, or to some author\nwho sends him a book, or to a minister who has found fault with his\ndiplomacy, there is in all alike the same constant and remarkable play\nof a bright and penetrating intellectual light, coloured by a humour\nthat is now and then a little sardonic, but more often is genial and\nlambent.There is a certain semi-latent quality of hardness lying at the\nbottom of De Maistre's style, both in his letters and in his more\nelaborate compositions.His writings seem to recall the flavour and\nbouquet of some of the fortifying and stimulating wines of Burgundy,\nfrom which time and warmth have not yet drawn out a certain native\nroughness that lingers on the palate.This hardness, if one must give\nthe quality a name that only imperfectly describes it, sprang not from\nany original want of impressionableness or sensibility of nature, but\npartly from the relentless buffetings which he had to endure at the\nhands of fortune, and partly from the preponderance which had been given\nto the rational side of his mind by long habits of sedulous and accurate\nstudy.Few men knew so perfectly as he knew how to be touching without\nceasing to be masculine, nor how to go down into the dark pits of", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "His contemplations were perhaps somewhat too near the\nground; they led him into none of those sublimer regions of subtle\nfeeling where the rarest human spirits have loved to travel; we do not\nthink of his mind among those who have gone\n\n    Voyaging through strange seas of thought alone.The kitchen is south of the garden.If this kind of temper, strong, keen, frank, and a little hard and\nmordent, brought him too near a mischievous disbelief in the dignity of\nmen and their lives, at least it kept him well away from morbid weakness\nin ethics, and from beating the winds in metaphysics.I think we may safely say that he will be a\nmillionaire before I am a senator.\"He put his hands in his pockets and walked over to the window.\"I think that it would be better if I did the same thing.\"\"What do you mean, my son--\"\n\n\"If I went to work,--started sweeping out a store, I mean.See here,\nmother, you've sacrificed enough for me already.After paying father's\ndebts, we've come out here with only a few thousand dollars, and the\nnine hundred I saved out of this year's Law School allowance.What shall\nwe do when that is gone?The garden is south of the bedroom.The honorable legal profession, as my friend\nreminded me to-night, is not the swiftest road to millions.\"With a mother's discernment she guessed the agitation, he was striving\nto hide; she knew that he had been gathering courage for this moment for\nmonths.And she knew that he was renouncing thus lightly, for her sake\nan ambition he had had from his school days.Widow passed her hand over her brow.It was a space before she answered\nhim.\"My son,\" she said, let us never speak of this again:\n\n\"It was your father's dearest wish that you should become a lawyer\nand--and his wishes are sacred God will take care of us.\"\"Remember, my dear, when you go to Judge Whipple in the morning,\nremember his kindness, and--.\"A while later he stole gently back into her room again.She was on her\nknees by the walnut bedstead.At nine the next manning Stephen left Miss Crane's, girded for the\nstruggle with the redoubtable Silas Whipple.He was not afraid, but a\npoor young man as an applicant to a notorious dragon is not likely to\nbe bandied with velvet, even though the animal had been a friend of\nhis father.Dragons as a rule have had a hard rime in their youths, and\nbelieve in others having a hard time.To a young man, who as his father's heir in Boston had been the\nsubject of marked consideration by his elders, the situation was keenly\ndistasteful.So presently, after inquiry,\nhe came to the open square where the new Court House stood, the dome\nof which was indicated by a mass of staging, and one wing still to be\ncompleted.Across from the building, on Market Street, and in the middle\nof the block, what had once been a golden hand pointed up a narrow dusty\nstairway.Here was a", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Stephen climbed the stairs, and arrived at a ground glass door, on which\nthe sign was repeated.The bathroom is north of the garden.Behind that door was the future: so he opened it\nfearfully, with an impulse to throw his arm above his head.But he was\nstruck dumb on beholding, instead of a dragon, a good-natured young\nman who smiled a broad welcome.The reaction was as great as though one\nentered a dragon's den, armed to the teeth, to find a St.Stephen's heart went out to this young man,--after that organ had jumped\nback into its place.Even the\nlong black coat which custom then decreed could not hide the bone and\nsinew under it.The young man had a broad forehead, placid Dresden-blue\neyes, flaxen hair, and the German coloring.Across one of his high\ncheek-bones was a great jagged scar which seemed to add distinction\nto his appearance.That caught Stephen's eye, and held it.He wondered\nwhether it were the result of an encounter with the Judge.he asked, in the accents of an educated\nGerman.\"Yes,\" said Stephen, \"if he isn't busy.\"\"He is out,\" said the other, with just a suspicion of a 'd' in the word.\"You know he is much occupied now, fighting election frauds.\"I am a stranger here,\" said Stephen.exclaimed the German, \"now I know you, Mr.The young\none from Boston the Judge spoke of.But you did not tell him of your\narrival.\"\"I did not wish to bother him,\" Stephen replied, smiling.\"My name is Richter--Carl Richter, sir.\"Richter's big hands warmed Stephen as nothing else\nhad since he had come West.He was moved to return it with a little more\nfervor than he usually showed.And he felt, whatever the Judge might be,\nthat he had a powerful friend near at hand--Mr.Richter's welcome came\nnear being an embrace.Brice,\" he said; \"mild weather for November, eh?The\nJudge will be here in an hour.\"Stephen looked around him: at the dusty books on the shelves, and the\nstill dustier books heaped on Mr.Richter's big table; at the cuspidors;\nat the engravings of Washington and Webster; at the window in the jog\nwhich looked out on the court-house square; and finally at another\nground-glass door on which was printed:\n\n               SILAS WHIPPLE\n\n                PRIVATE\n\nThis, then, was the den,--the arena in which was to take place a\nmemorable interview.But the thought of waiting an hour for the dragon\nto appear was disquieting.Stephen remembered that he had something over\nnine hundred dollars in his pocket (which he had saved out of his last\nyear's allowance at the Law School).Richter, who was\ndusting off a chair, to direct him to the nearest bank.\"Why, certainly,\" said he; \"Mr.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.Brinsmade's", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "He\ntook Stephen to the window and pointed across the square.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.\"I am sorry I\ncannot go with you,\" he added, \"but the Judge's <DW64>, Shadrach, is out,\nand I must stay in the office.Stephen thanked his new friend for the note to the bank president, and\nwent slowly down the stairs.To be keyed up to a battle-pitch, and then\nto have the battle deferred, is a trial of flesh and spirit.As he reached the pavement, he saw people gathering in front of the wide\nentrance of the Court House opposite, and perched on the copings.Then he walked slowly toward the place, and\nbuttoning his coat, pushed through the loafers and passers-by dallying\non the outskirts of the crowd.The hallway is north of the bedroom.There, in the bright November sunlight, a\nsight met his eyes which turned him sick and dizzy.Against the walls and pillars of the building, already grimy with\nsoot, crouched a score of miserable human beings waiting to be sold at\nauction.Lynch's slave pen had been disgorged that morning.Old and\nyoung, husband and wife,--the moment was come for all and each.How\nhard the stones and what more pitiless than the gaze of their\nfellow-creatures in the crowd below!O friends, we who live in peace and\nplenty amongst our families, how little do we realize the terror and\nthe misery and the dumb heart-aches of those days!These modes I have lately devised,\nas being more simple and economical than the screw formerly used; but\ncannot at present pronounce which is the best; great care, however,\nmust be taken to fix the stick securely, as every thing depends on it;\nthe vent also must be very carefully uncovered, as, if not perfectly\nso, the Rocket is liable to burst; and in firing the portfire must not\nbe thrust too far into the Rocket, for the same reason.On the words \u201c_Cease firing_,\u201d No.1 cuts his portfire, takes up\nhis chamber, runs back to his section, and replaces the chamber\nimmediately.3 also immediately runs back; and having no other\noperation to perform, replaces the leading reins, and the whole are\nready to mount again, for the performance of any further man\u0153uvre that\nmay be ordered, in less than a minute from the word \u201c_Cease firing_\u201d\nhaving been given.It is obvious that the combined celerity and quantity of the discharge\nof ammunition of this description of artillery cannot be equalled or\neven approached, taking in view the means and nature of ammunition\nemployed, by any other known system; the universality also of the\noperation, not being incumbered with wheel carriages, must be duly\nappreciated, as, in fact, it can proceed not only wherever cavalry can\nact, but even wherever infantry can get into action; it having been\nalready mentioned that part of the exercise of these troops, supposing\nthem to be stopped by walls, or ditches and morasses, impassable to\nhorses, is to take the holsters and sticks from the", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Another vast advantage is the few men required to make a complete\nsection, as by this means the number of points of fire is so greatly\nmultiplied, compared to any other system of artillery.Thus it may\nbe stated that the number of bouches a fe\u00f9, which may comparatively\nbe brought into action, by equal means, on the scale of a troop of\nhorse artillery, would be at least six to one; and that they may\neither be spread over a great extent of line, or concentrated into a\nvery small focus, according to the necessity of the service; indeed\nthe skirmishing exercise of the Rocket Cavalry, divided and spread\ninto separate sections, and returning by sound of bugle, forms a very\ninteresting part of the system, and can be well imagined from the\nforegoing description and the annexed Plate.[Illustration: _Plate 3_\u00a0\u00a0Fig.\u00a01\u00a0\u00a0Fig.2]\n\n\n\n\nROCKET CARS.1, represents a Rocket Car in line of march.There are\ntwo descriptions of these cars, of similar construction--one for 32\nor 24-pounder ammunition, the other for 18 or 12-pounder; and which\nare, therefore, called heavy or light cars: the heavy car will carry\n40 rounds of 24-pounder Rockets, armed with cohorn shells, and the\nlight one will convey 60 rounds of 12-pounder, or 50 of 18-pounder\nammunition, which is packed in boxes on the limber, the sticks being\ncarried in half lengths in the boxes on the after part of the carriage,\nwhere the men also ride on seats fixed for the purpose, and answering\nalso for small store boxes; they are each supposed to be drawn by four\nhorses.These cars not only convey the ammunition, but are contrived also\nto discharge each two Rockets in a volley from a double iron plate\ntrough, which is of the same length as the boxes for the sticks, and\ntravels between them; but which, being moveable, may, when the car is\nunlimbered, be shifted into its fighting position at any angle from the\nground ranges, or point blank up to 45\u00b0, without being detached front\nthe carriage.2 represents these Rocket Cars in action: the one on the left\nhand has its trough in the position for ground firing, the trough\nbeing merely lifted off the bed of the axle tree on which it travels,\nand laid on the ground, turning by two iron stays on a centre in the\naxle tree; the right hand car is elevated to a high angle, the trough\nbeing raised and supported by the iron stays behind, and in front by\nthe perch of the carriage, connected to it by a joint, the whole kept\nsteady by bolting the stays, and by tightening a chain from the perch\nto the axle tree.The limbers are always supposed to be in the rear.The hallway is south of the bathroom.The Rockets are fired with a portfire and long stick; and two men will\nfight the light car, four men the heavy one.The exercise is very simple; the men being told off, Nos.1, 2, 3,\nand 4, to the heavy carriage.On the words, \ufffdThe hallway is north of the bedroom.", "question": "What is the bathroom north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "On the words, \u201c_Prepare for ground firing_,\u201d Nos.2 and 3 take hold\nof the hand irons, provided on purpose, and, with the aid of No.4,\nraise the trough from its travelling position, and lower it down to\nthe ground under the carriage; or on the words \u201c_Prepare to elevate_,\u201d\nraise it to the higher angles, No.4 bolting the stays, and fixing the\nchain.1 having in the mean time prepared and lighted his portfire,\nand given the direction of firing to the trough, Nos.2, 3, and 4,\nthen run to the limber to fix the ammunition, which No.2 brings up,\ntwo rounds at a time, or one, as ordered, and helping No.1 to place\nthem in the trough as far back as the stick will admit: this operation\nis facilitated by No.1 stepping upon the lower end of either of the\nstick boxes, on which a cleat is fastened for this purpose; No.1 then\ndischarges the two Rockets separately, firing that to leeward first,\nwhile No.2 returns for more ammunition: this being the hardest duly,\nthe men will, of course, relieve No.In fighting the\nlight frame, two men are sufficient to elevate or depress it, but they\nwill want aid to fix and bring up the ammunition for quick firing.[Illustration: _Plate 4_\u00a0\u00a0Fig.\u00a01\u00a0\u00a0Fig.2]\n\n\n\n\nROCKET INFANTRY IN LINE OF MARCH, AND IN ACTION.1, represents a sub-division of Rocket infantry in line\nof march--Fig.The system here shewn is the use\nof the Rockets by infantry--one man in ten, or any greater proportion,\ncarrying a frame, of very simple construction, from which the Rockets\nmay be discharged either for ground ranges, or at high angles, and\nthe rest carrying each three rounds of ammunition, which, for this\nservice, is proposed to be either the 12-pounder Shell Rockets, or the\n12-pounder Rocket case shot, each round equal to the 6-pounder case,\nand ranging 2,500 yards.The garden is north of the office.So that 100 men will bring into action, in\nany situation where musketry can be used, nearly 300 rounds of this\ndescription of artillery, with ranges at 45\u00b0, double those of light\nfield ordnance.The office is north of the bedroom.The exercise and words of command are as follow:\n\nNo.Virion des Lauriers, at the silk farm at Genito,\nhas completed some experiments on the relative value of the two plants,\nwhich he details in the opening number of the Silk-Grower's Guide and\nManufacturer's Gazette.The race\nknown as the \"Var\" was fed throughout on mulberry leaves.The \"Pyrenean\"\nand \"Cevennes\" worms were fed throughout on leaves and branches of Osage\norange, while the \"Milanese\" worms were fed on Maclura up to the second\nmolt and then changed to mulberry leaves.At the close examples of each\nvariety of cocoons were sent to the Secretary of the Silk Board at", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "des Lauriers thinks, seems to show that the difference between\nMaclura and Morus as silk-worm food is some 'twenty-five to thirty per\ncent in favor of the latter, while it is evident that the leaf of the\nOsage orange can be used with some advantage during the first two ages of\nthe worms, thus allowing the mulberry tree to grow more leafy for feeding\nduring the last three ages.'The experiment, although interesting, is not\nconclusive, from the simple fact that different races were used in the\ndifferent tests and not the same races, so that the result may have been\ndue, to a certain extent, to race and not to food.\"A writer in an English medical journal declares that the raising of the\nhead of the bed, by placing under each leg a block of the thickness of two\nbricks, is an effective remedy for cramps.Patients who have suffered at\nnight, crying aloud with pain, have found this plan to afford immediate,\ncertain, and permanent relief.California stands fifth in the list of States in the manufacture of salt,\nand is the only State in the Union where the distillation of salt from sea\nwater is carried on to any considerable extent.This industry has\nincreased rapidly during the last twenty years.The production has risen\nfrom 44,000 bushels in 1860 to upwards of 880,000 bushels in 1883.The amount of attention given to purely technical education in Saxony is\nshown by the fact that there are now in that kingdom the following\nschools: A technical high school in Dresden, a technical State institute\nat Chemnitz, and art schools in Dresden and Leipzig, also four builders'\nschools, two for the manufacture of toys, six for shipbuilders, three for\nbasket weavers, and fourteen for lace making.Besides these there are the\nfollowing trade schools supported by different trades, foundations,\nendowments, and districts: Two for decorative painting, one for\nwatchmakers, one for sheet metal workers, three for musical instrument\nmakers, one for druggists (not pharmacy), twenty-seven for weaving, one\nfor machine embroidery, two for tailors, one for barbers and hairdressers,\nthree for hand spinning, six for straw weaving, three for wood carving,\nfour for steam boiler heating, six for female handiwork.There are,\nmoreover, seventeen technical advanced schools, two for gardeners, eight\nagricultural, and twenty-six commercial schools.The garden is south of the bedroom.The Patrie reports, with apparent faith, an invention of Dr.Raydt, of\nHanover, who claims to have developed fully the utility of carbonic acid\nas a motive agent.The garden is north of the office.Under the pressure of forty atmospheres this acid is\nreduced to a liquid state, and when the pressure is removed it evaporates\nand expands into a bulk 500 times as great as that it occupied before.It\nis by means of this double process that the Hanoverian chemist proposes to\nobtain such important benefits from the agent he employs.A quantity of\nthe fluid is liquified, and then stowed away in strong metal receptacles,\nsecurely fastened and provided with a duct and valve.", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The bathroom is west of the office.By opening the valve\nfree passage is given to the gas, which escapes with great force, and may\nbe used instead of steam for working in a piston.One of the principal\nuses to which it has been put is to act as a temporary motive power for\nfire engines.Iron cases of liquified carbonic acid are fitted on to the\nboiler of the machine, and are always ready for use, so that while steam\nis being got up, and the engines can not yet be regularly worked in the\nusual way, the piston valves can be supplied with acid gas.There is,\nhowever, another remarkable object to which the new agent can be directed,\nand to which it has been recently applied in some experiments conducted at\nKiel.This is the floating of sunken vessels by means of artificial\nbladders.It has been found that a bladder or balloon of twenty feet\ndiameter, filled with air, will raise a mass of over 100 tons.Hitherto\nthese floats have been distended by pumping air into them through pipes\nfrom above by a cumbrous and tedious process, but Dr.Raydt merely affixes\na sufficient number of his iron gas-accumulators to the necks of the\nfloats to be used, and then by releasing the gas fills them at once with\nthe contents.DAIRY SUPPLIES, Etc.[Illustration of a swing churn]\n\nBecause it makes the most butter.Also the Eureka Butter\nWorker, the Nesbitt Butter Printer, and a full line of Butter Making\nUtensils for Dairies and Factories.VERMONT FARM MACHINE CO., Bellows Falls, Vt.The Cooley Creamer\n\n[Illustration of a creamer]\n\nSaves in labor its entire cost every season.It will produce enough more\nmoney from the milk to Pay for itself every 90 days over and above any\nother method you can employ.Don't buy infringing cans from irresponsible\ndealers.By decision of the U. S. Court the Cooley is the only Creamer or\nMilk Can which can be used water sealed or submerged without infringement.Send for circular to\n\nJOHN BOYD, Manufacturer, 199 LAKE ST., CHICAGO, ILL.\"By a thorough knowledge of the natural laws which govern the operations\nof digestion and nutrition, and by a careful application of the fine\nproperties of well-selected Cocoa, Mr.Epps has provided our breakfast\ntables with a delicately flavored beverage which may save us many heavy\ndoctors' bills.It is by the judicious use of such articles of diet that a\nconstitution may be gradually built up until strong enough to resist every\ntendency to disease.The office is west of the hallway.Hundreds of subtle maladies are floating around us\nready to attack wherever there is a weak point.It struck\nher that he was somewhat emotional, and had the expression of one who\nhad been spoiled and petted by women, a rather unusual circumstance\namong the men of the locality.Perhaps it would be unfair to her to say\nthat a disposition to show him that he could expect no such \"nonsense\"\nTHERE sprang up in her heart at that moment, for she", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "She adjusted\nhis pillow, asked him if there was anything that he wanted, but took her\ndirections from the doctor, rather than from himself, with a practical\ninsight and minuteness that was as appalling to the patient as it was an\nunexpected delight to Dr.\"I see you quite understand me, Miss\nTrotter,\" he said, with great relief.\"I ought to,\" responded the lady dryly.\"I had a dozen such cases, some\nof them with complications, while I was assistant at the Sacramento\nHospital.\"returned the doctor, dropping gladly into purely\nprofessional detail, \"you'll see this is very simple, not a comminuted\nfracture; constitution and blood healthy; all you've to do is to see\nthat he eats properly, keeps free from excitement and worry, but does\nnot get despondent; a little company; his partners and some of the boys\nfrom the Ledge will drop in occasionally; not too much of THEM, you\nknow; and of course, absolute immobility of the injured parts.\"The lady\nnodded; the patient lifted his blue eyes for an instant to hers with\na look of tentative appeal, but it slipped off Miss Trotter's dark\npupils--which were as abstractedly critical as the doctor's--without\nbeing absorbed by them.When the door closed behind her, the doctor\nexclaimed: \"By Jove!\"Do what\nshe says, and we'll pull you through in no time.she's able to\nadjust those bandages herself!\"This, indeed, she did a week later, when the surgeon had failed to call,\nunveiling his neck and arm with professional coolness, and supporting\nhim in her slim arms against her stiff, erect buckramed breast, while\nshe replaced the splints with masculine firmness of touch and serene\nand sexless indifference.His stammered embarrassed thanks at the\nrelief--for he had been in considerable pain--she accepted with a\ncertain pride as a tribute to her skill, a tribute which Dr.Duchesne\nhimself afterward fully indorsed.On re-entering his room the third or fourth morning after his advent at\nthe Summit House, she noticed with some concern that there was a slight\nflush on his cheek and a certain exaltation which she at first thought\npresaged fever.But an examination of his pulse and temperature\ndispelled that fear, and his talkativeness and good spirits convinced\nher that it was only his youthful vigor at last overcoming his\ndespondency.The office is west of the bedroom.The garden is east of the bedroom.A few days later, this cheerfulness not being continued,\nDr.Duchesne followed Miss Trotter into the hall.\"We must try to keep\nour patient from moping in his confinement, you know,\" he began, with\na slight smile, \"and he seems to be somewhat of an emotional nature,\naccustomed to be amused and--er--er--petted.\"\"His friends were here yesterday,\" returned Miss Trotter dryly, \"but I\ndid not interfere with them until I thought they had stayed long enough\nto suit your wishes.\"\"I am not referring to THEM,\" said the doctor,", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Miss Trotter raised her eyes to the speaker with a half critical\nimpatience.\"The fact is,\" the doctor went on, \"I have a favor to ask of you for our\npatient.It seems that the other morning a new chambermaid waited upon\nhim, whom he found much more gentle and sympathetic in her manner than\nthe others, and more submissive and quiet in her ways--possibly because\nshe is a foreigner, and accustomed to servitude.I suppose you have no\nobjection to HER taking charge of his room?\"Not from wounded vanity, but\nfrom the consciousness of some want of acumen that had made her make a\nmistake.She had really believed, from her knowledge of the patient's\ncharacter and the doctor's preamble, that he wished HER to show some\nmore kindness and personal sympathy to the young man, and had even been\nprepared to question its utility!She saw her blunder quickly, and at\nonce remembering that the pretty Swedish girl had one morning taken the\nplace of an absent fellow servant, in the rebound from her error, she\nsaid quietly: \"You mean Frida!she can look after his\nroom, if he prefers her.\"But for her blunder she might have added\nconscientiously that she thought the girl would prove inefficient, but\nshe did not.The bedroom is east of the office.She remembered the incident of the wood; yet if the girl\nhad a lover in the wood, she could not urge it as a proof of incapacity.She gave the necessary orders, and the incident passed.Visiting the patient a few days afterward, she could not help noticing a\ncertain shy gratitude in Mr.Calton's greeting of her, which she quietly\nignored.This forced the ingenuous Chris to more positive speech.He dwelt with great simplicity and enthusiasm on the Swedish girl's\ngentleness and sympathy.\"You have no idea of--her--natural tenderness,\nMiss Trotter,\" he stammered naively.Miss Trotter, remembering the\nwood, thought to herself that she had some faint idea of it, but did not\nimpart what it was.He spoke also of her beauty, not being clever enough\nto affect an indifference or ignorance of it, which made Miss Trotter\nrespect him and smile an unqualified acquiescence.But when he spoke of her as \"Miss Jansen,\" and said she was so\nmuch more \"ladylike and refined than the other servants,\" she replied by\nasking him if his bandages hurt him, and, receiving a negative answer,\ngraciously withdrew.Indeed, his bandages gave him little trouble now, and his improvement\nwas so marked and sustained that the doctor was greatly gratified,\nand, indeed, expressed as much to Miss Trotter, with the conscientious\naddition that he believed the greater part of it was due to her capable\nnursing!The bedroom is west of the garden.\"Yes, ma'am, he has to thank YOU for it, and no one else!\"Miss Trotter raised her dark eyes and looked steadily at him.Accustomed\nas he was to men and women, the look strongly held him.The air was chill, the sun was hidden by old Solidor, and\nthe stream had diminished to a silent rill", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The\nsouthern boundary of the forest was in sight.The kitchen is north of the hallway.At last the topmost looming crags of the Continental Divide cut the\nsky-line, and then in the smooth hollow between two rounded grassy\nsummits Berrie halted, and they all silently contemplated the two worlds.To the west and north lay an endless spread of mountains, wave on wave,\nsnow-lined, savage, sullen in the dying light; while to the east and\nsoutheast the foot-hills faded into the plain, whose dim cities,\ninsubstantial as flecks in a veil of violet mist, were hardly\ndistinguishable without the aid of glasses.To the girl there was something splendid, something heroical in that\nmajestic, menacing landscape to the west.In one of its folds she had\nbegun her life.In another she had grown to womanhood and self-confident\npower.The rough men, the coarse, ungainly women of that land seemed less\nhateful now that she was leaving them, perhaps forever, and a confused\nmemory of the many splendid dawns and purple sunsets she had loved filled\nher thought.Wayland, divining some part of what was moving in her mind, cheerily\nremarked, \"Yes, it's a splendid place for a summer vacation, but a stern\nplace in winter-time, and for a lifelong residence it is not inspiring.\"McFarlane agreed with him in this estimate.\"It _is_ terribly\nlonesome in there at times.The garden is south of the hallway.I'm ready for the\ncomforts of civilization.\"Berrie turned in her seat, and was about to take up the reins when\nWayland asserted himself.She looked at him with questioning, smiling glance.It's\nall the way down-hill--and steep?\"\"If I can't I'll ask your aid.I'm old enough to remember the family\ncarriage.I've even driven a four-in-hand.\"She surrendered her seat doubtfully, and smiled to see him take up the\nreins as if he were starting a four-horse coach.He proved adequate and\ncareful, and she was proud of him as, with foot on the brake and the\nbronchos well in hand, he swung down the long looping road to the\nrailway.She was pleased, too, by his care of the weary animals, easing\nthem down the steepest <DW72>s and sending them along on the comparatively\nlevel spots.Their descent was rapid, but it was long after dark before they reached\nFlume, which lay up the valley to the right.It was a poor little\ndecaying mining-town set against the hillside, and had but one hotel, a\nsun-warped and sagging pine building just above the station.\"Not much like the Profile House,\" said Wayland, as he drew up to the\nporch.\"There isn't any,\" Berrie assured him.\"Well, now,\" he went on, \"I am in command of this expedition.When it comes to hotels, railways, and the like o'\nthat, I'm head ranger.\"McFarlane, tired, hungry, and a little dismayed, accepted his\ncontrol gladly;", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"Tell the hostler--\"\n\n\"Not a word!\"commanded Norcross; and the girl with a smile submitted to\nhis guidance, and thereafter his efficiency, his self-possession, his\ntact delighted her.He persuaded the sullen landlady to get them supper.He secured the best rooms in the house, and arranged for the care of the\nteam, and when they were all seated around the dim, fly-specked oil-lamp\nat the end of the crumby dining-room table he discovered such a gay and\nconfident mien that the women looked at each other in surprise.In drawing off her buckskin\ndriving-gloves she had put away the cowgirl, and was silent, a little sad\neven, in the midst of her enjoyment of his dictatorship.And when he\nsaid, \"If my father reaches Denver in time I want you to meet him,\" she\nlooked the dismay she felt.\"I'll do it--but I'm scared of him.\"The kitchen is west of the garden.I'll see him first and draw his fire.\"We can't\nmeet your father as we are.\"I'll go with you if you'll let me.I'm a great little\nshopper.I have infallible taste, so my sisters say.If it's a case of\nbuying new hats, for instance, I'm the final authority with them.\"This\namused Berrie, but her mother took it seriously.\"Of course, I'm anxious to have my daughter make the best possible\nimpression.\"We get in, I find, about noon.We'll go\nstraight to the biggest shop in town.If we work with speed we'll be able\nto lunch with my father.He'll be at the Palmer House at one.\"Berrie said nothing, either in acceptance or rejection of his plan.Her\nmind was concerned with new conceptions, new relationships, and when in\nthe hall he took her face between his hands and said, \"Cheer up!All is\nnot lost,\" she put her arms about his neck and laid her cheek against his\nbreast to hide her tears.What he said was not very cogent, and not in the least literary, but it\nwas reassuring and lover-like, and when he turned her over to her mother\nshe was composed, though unwontedly grave.She woke to a new life next morning--a life of compliance, of following,\nof dependence upon the judgment of another.She stood in silence while\nher lover paid the bills, bought the tickets, and telegraphed their\ncoming to his father.She acquiesced when he prevented her mother from\ntelephoning to the ranch.She complied when he countermanded her order to\nhave the team sent back at once.His judgment ruled, and she enjoyed her\nsudden freedom from responsibility.The office is west of the kitchen.It was novel, and it was very sweet\nto think that she was being cared for as she had cared for and shielded\nhim in the world of the trail.In the little railway-coach, which held a score of passengers, she found\nherself among some Eastern travelers who had taken the trip up the Valley\nof the Flume in the full belief that they were piercing the heart of the\nRock", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "It amused Wayland almost as much as it amused Berrie\nwhen one man said to his wife:\n\n\"Well, I'm glad we've seen the Rockies.\"After an hour's ride Wayland tactfully withdrew, leaving mother and\ndaughter to discuss clothes undisturbed by his presence.The bathroom is west of the hallway.\"We must look our best, honey,\" said Mrs.\"We will go right to\nMme.Crosby at Battle's, and she'll fit us out.I wish we had more time;\nbut we haven't, so we must do the best we can.\"The Ninety-Third had\nthree commanding officers in one day!Lieutenant-Colonel MacDonald and\nMajor Middleton both died within a few hours of each other, and\nBurroughs at once became senior major and succeeded to the command, the\nsenior colonel, Sir H. Stisted, being in command of a brigade in Bengal.Burroughs was born in India and was sent to France early for his\neducation, at least for the military part of it, and was a cadet of the\n_Ecole Polytechnique_ of Paris.This accounted for his excellent\nswordsmanship, his thorough knowledge of French, and his foreign accent.Burroughs was an accomplished _maitre d'armes_.When he joined the\nNinety-Third as an ensign in 1850 he was known as \"Wee Frenchie.\"I\ndon't exactly remember his height, I think it was under five feet; but\nwhat he wanted in size he made up in pluck and endurance.The hallway is west of the office.He served\nthroughout the Crimean war, and was never a day absent.It was he who\nvolunteered to lead the forlorn hope when it was thought the Highland\nBrigade were to storm the Redan, before it was known that the Russians\nhad evacuated the position.At the relief of Lucknow he was not the\nfirst man through the hole in the Secundrabagh; that was Lance-Corporal\nDunley of Burroughs' company; Sergeant-Major Murray was the second, and\nwas killed inside; the third was a Sikh _sirdar_, Gokul Sing, of the\nFourth Punjab Infantry, and Burroughs was either the fourth or fifth.He\nwas certainly the first _officer_ of the regiment inside, and was\nimmediately attacked by an Oude Irregular _sowar_ armed with _tulwar_\nand shield, who nearly slashed Burroughs' right ear off before he got\nproperly on his feet.It was the wire frame of his feather bonnet that\nsaved him; the _sowar_ got a straight cut at his head, but the sword\nglanced off the feather bonnet and nearly cut off his right ear.However, Burroughs soon gathered himself together (there was so little\nof him!)and showed his tall opponent that he had for once met his match\nin the art of fencing; before many seconds Burroughs' sword had passed\nthrough his opponent's throat and out at the back of his neck.Notwithstanding his severe wound, Burroughs fought throughout the\ncapture of the Secundrabagh, with his right ear nearly severed from", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Although his men disliked many of his ways, they were proud of\ntheir little captain for his pluck and good heart.I will relate two\ninstances of this:--When promoted, Captain Burroughs had the misfortune\nto succeed the most popular officer in the regiment in the command of\nhis company, namely, Captain Ewart (now Lieutenant-General Sir John\nAlexander Ewart, K.C.B., etc.), and, among other innovations, Burroughs\ntried to introduce certain _Polytechnique_ ideas new to the\nNinety-Third.The kitchen is east of the bedroom.At the first morning parade after assuming command of the\ncompany, he wished to satisfy himself that the ears of the men were\nclean inside, but being so short, he could not, even on tiptoe, raise\nhimself high enough to see; he therefore made them come to the kneeling\nposition, and went along the front rank from left to right, minutely\ninspecting the inside of every man's ears!The Ninety-Third were all\ntall men in those days, none being under five feet six inches even in\nthe centre of the rear rank of the battalion companies; and the right\nhand man of Burroughs' company was a stalwart Highlander named Donald\nMacLean, who could scarcely speak English and stood about six feet three\ninches.When Burroughs examined Donald's ears he considered them dirty,\nand told the colour-sergeant to put Donald down for three days' extra\ndrill.Donald, hearing this, at once sprang to his feet from the\nkneeling position and, looking down on the little captain with a look of\nwithering scorn, deliberately said, \"She will take three days' drill\nfrom a man, but not from a monkey!\"Of course Donald was at once marched\nto the rear-guard a prisoner, and a charge lodged against him for\n\"insubordination and insolence to Captain Burroughs at the time of\ninspection on morning parade.\"When the prisoner was brought before the\ncolonel he read over the charge, and, turning to Captain Burroughs,\nsaid: \"This is a most serious charge, Captain Burroughs, and against an\nold soldier like Donald MacLean who has never been brought up for\npunishment before.Burroughs was ashamed to state\nthe exact words, but beat about the bush, saying that he had ordered\nMacLean three days' drill, and that he refused to submit to the\nsentence, making use of most insolent and insubordinate language; but\nthe colonel could not get him to state the exact words used, and the\ncolour-sergeant was called as second witness.The colour-sergeant gave a\nplain, straightforward account of the ear-inspection; and when he stated\nhow MacLean had sprung to his feet on hearing the sentence of three\ndays' drill, and had told the captain, \"She will take three days' drill\nfrom a man, but not from a monkey,\" the whole of the officers present\nburst into fits of laughter, and even the colonel had to hold his hand\nto his mouth.The hallway is west of the bedroom.As soon as he could speak he turned on MacLean, and told\nhim that he deserved to be tried by a", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The garden is west of the hallway.The orderly-room\nhut was then cleared of all except the colonel, Captain Burroughs, and\nthe adjutant, and no one ever knew exactly what passed; but there was no\nrepetition of the kneeling position for ear-inspection on morning\nparade.I have already said that Burroughs had a most kindly heart, and\nfor the next three days after this incident, when the grog bugle\nsounded, Donald MacLean was as regularly called to the captain's tent,\nand always returned smacking his lips, and emphatically stating that\n\"The captain was a Highland gentleman after all, and not a French\nmonkey.\"From that day forward, the little captain and the tall\ngrenadier became the best of friends, and years after, on the evening of\nthe 11th of March, 1858, when the killed and wounded were collected\nafter the capture of the Begum's Kothee in Lucknow, I saw Captain\nBurroughs crying like a tender-hearted woman by the side of a _dooly_ in\nwhich was stretched the dead body of Donald MacLean, who, it was said,\nreceived his death-wound defending his captain.The bathroom is east of the hallway.I have the authority of\nthe late colour-sergeant of No.6 company for the statement that from\nthe date of the death of MacLean, Captain Burroughs regularly remitted\nthirty shillings a month, through the minister of her parish, to\nDonald's widowed mother, till the day of her death seven years after.[Illustration: THE REAL LATIN QUARTER]\n\n[Illustration: IN THE GARDENS OF THE LUXEMBOURG\n\n_WATER COLOR DRAWING BY_\nF. HOPKINSON SMITH\nPARIS, 1901]\n\n\n\n\nTHE REAL\nLATIN QUARTER\n\nBy F. BERKELEY SMITH\n\n[Illustration: (portrait of woman)]\n\nWITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY THE AUTHOR\nINTRODUCTION AND FRONTISPIECE BY\nF. HOPKINSON SMITH\n\n\nFUNK & WAGNALLS COMPANY\nNEW YORK.NINETEEN HUNDRED AND ONE\n\n\n\n\nCopyright, 1901\nby\nFunk & Wagnalls Company\n\nRegistered\nat\nStationers' Hall\nLondon, England\n\nPrinted in the\nUnited States of America\n\nPublished in\nNovember, 1901\n\n\n\n\n[Illustration: (teapot with cup)]\n\nCONTENTS\n\n                                           Page\nIntroduction                                  7\n\nChapter\n\n   I. In the Rue Vaugirard                   11\n\n  II.Michel               29", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The \"Bal Bullier\"                      52\n\n  IV.Bal des Quat'z' Arts                   70\n\n   V.\"A Dejeuner at Lavenue's\"              93\n\n  VI.\"At Marcel Legay's\"                   113\n\n VII.\"Pochard\"                             129\n\nVIII.The Luxembourg Gardens                151\n\n  IX.\"The Ragged Edge of the Quarter\"      173\n\n   X. Exiled                                194\n\n[Illustration: (wine bottles with glass)]\n\n\n\n\nINTRODUCTION\n\n\n\"Cocher, drive to the rue Falguiere\"--this in my best restaurant French.The man with the varnished hat shrugged his shoulders, and raised his\neyebrows in doubt.He evidently had never heard of the rue Falguiere.\"Yes, rue Falguiere, the old rue des Fourneaux,\" I continued.Cabby's face broke out into a smile.The garden is south of the kitchen.\"Ah, oui, oui, le Quartier Latin.\"And it was at the end of this crooked street, through a lane that led\ninto a half court flanked by a row of studio buildings, and up one pair\nof dingy waxed steps, that I found a door bearing the name of the author\nof the following pages--his visiting card impaled on a tack.He was in\nhis shirt-sleeves--the thermometer stood at 90 deg.outside--working at his\ndesk, surrounded by half-finished sketches and manuscript.The man himself I had met before--I had known him for years, in\nfact--but the surroundings were new to me.Nowadays when a man would write of the Siege of Peking or the relief of\nsome South African town with the unpronounceable name, his habit is to\nrent a room on an up-town avenue, move in an inkstand and pad, and a\ncollection of illustrated papers and encyclopedias.This writer on the\nrue Falguiere chose a different plan.He would come back year after\nyear, and study his subject and compile his impressions of the Quarter\nin the very atmosphere of the place itself; within a stone's throw of\nthe Luxembourg Gardens and the Pantheon; near the cafes and the Bullier;\nnext door, if you please, to the public laundry where his washerwoman\npays a few sous for the privilege of pounding his clothes into holes.It all seemed very real to me, as I sat beside him and watched him at\nwork.The hallway is north of the kitchen.I have similar ideas myself", "question": "What is south of the kitchen?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "If then the pages which here follow have in them any of the true\ninwardness of the life they are meant to portray, it is due, I feel\nsure, as much to the attitude of the author toward his subject, as much\nto his ability to seize, retain, and express these instantaneous\nimpressions, these flash pictures caught on the spot, as to any other\nmerit which they may possess.Nothing can be made really _real_ without it.F. HOPKINSON SMITH.The hallway is east of the bathroom.[Illustration: (city rooftop scene)]\n\nCHAPTER I\n\nIN THE RUE VAUGIRARD\n\n\nLike a dry brook, its cobblestone bed zigzagging past quaint shops and\ncafes, the rue Vaugirard finds its way through the heart of the Latin\nQuarter.It is only one in a score of other busy little streets that intersect\nthe Quartier Latin; but as I live on the rue Vaugirard, or rather just\nbeside it, up an alley and in the corner of a picturesque old courtyard\nleading to the \"Lavoir Gabriel,\" a somewhat angelic name for a huge,\nbarn-like structure reeking in suds and steam, and noisy with gossiping\nwasherwomen who pay a few sous a day there for the privilege of doing\ntheir washing--and as my studio windows (the big one with the north\nlight, and the other one a narrow slit reaching from the floor to the\nhigh ceiling for the taking in of the big canvases one sees at the\nSalon--which are never sold) overlook both alley and court, I can see\nthe life and bustle below.[Illustration: LAVOIR GABRIEL]\n\nThis is not the Paris of Boulevards, ablaze with light and thronged with\ntravelers of the world, nor of big hotels and chic restaurants without\nprices on the menus.In the latter the maitre d'hotel makes a mental\ninventory of you when you arrive; and before you have reached your\ncoffee and cigar, or before madame has buttoned her gloves, this\nwell-shaved, dignified personage has passed sentence on you, and you pay\naccording to whatever he thinks you cannot afford.I knew a fellow once\nwho ordered a peach in winter at one of these smart taverns, and was\nobliged to wire home for money the next day.The garden is west of the bathroom.In the Quartier Latin the price is always such an important factor that\nit is marked plainly, and often the garcon will remind you of the cost\nof the dish you select in case you have not read aright, for in this\ntrue Bohemia one's daily fortune is the one necessity so often lacking\nthat any error in regard to its expenditure is a serious matter.In one of the well-known restaurants--here celebrated as a rendezvous\nfor artists--a waiter, as he took a certain millionaire's order for\nasparagus, said: \"Does monsieur know that asparagus costs five francs?\"At all times of the day and most of the night the rue Vaugirard is busy.During the morning, push-", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Diminutive donkeys, harnessed to\npicturesque two-wheeled carts piled high with vegetables, twitch their\nlong ears and doze in the shady corners of the street.The kitchen is east of the hallway.The gutters,\nflushed with clear water, flash in the sunlight.Baskets full of red\nroses and white carnations, at a few sous the armful, brighten the cool\nshade of the alleys leading to courtyards of wild gardens, many of which\nare filled with odd collections of sculpture discarded from the\nateliers.Raven had sunk to his knees beside his horse.They gathered round him, a\nMounted Police patrol picked up on the way by Dr.Martin, Moira who had\ncome to show them the trail, and Smith.\"Nighthawk, old boy,\" they heard Raven say, his hand patting the\nshoulder of the noble animal, \"he has done for you, I fear.\"His voice\ncame in broken sobs.The great horse lifted his beautiful head and\nlooked round toward his master.\"Ah, my boy, we have done many a journey\ntogether!\"cried Raven as he threw his arm around the glossy neck, \"and\non this last one too we shall not be far apart.\"The horse gave a slight\nwhinny, nosed into his master's hand and laid his head down again.A\nslight quiver of the limbs and he was still for ever.cried Raven, \"my best, my only friend.\"\"No, no,\" cried Cameron, \"you are with friends now, Raven, old man.\"You are a true man, if God ever made one, and\nyou have shown it to-night.\"said Raven, with a kind of sigh as he sank back and leaned up\nagainst his horse.It is long since I have had a\nfriend.\"The office is east of the kitchen.said the doctor, kneeling down beside him and tearing\nopen his coat and vest.\"He is--\" The\ndoctor paused abruptly.Moira threw\nherself on her knees beside the wounded man and caught his hand.\"Oh, it\nis cold, cold,\" she cried through rushing tears.The doctor was silently and swiftly working with his syringe.\"Half an hour, perhaps less,\" said the doctor brokenly.Cameron,\" he said, his voice\nbeginning to fail, \"I want you to send a letter which you will find in\nmy pocket addressed to my brother.And add this,\nthat I forgive him.It was really not worth while,\" he added wearily,\n\"to hate him so.And say to the Superintendent I was on the straight\nwith him, with you all, with my country in this rebellion business.I\nheard about this raid; and I fancy I have rather spoiled their pemmican.I have run some cattle in my time, but you know, Cameron, a fellow who\nhas worn the uniform could not mix in with these beastly breeds against\nthe Queen, God bless her!\"Martin,\" cried the girl piteously, shaking him by the arm, \"do\nnot tell me you can do nothing.She began again to\nchafe the cold hand, her tears falling upon it.\"You are weeping for me, Miss Moira", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "he said, surprise and wonder in\nhis face.A horse-thief, an outlaw, for me?And\nforgive me--may I kiss your hand?\"He tried feebly to lift her hand to\nhis lips.and leaning over him she kissed\nhim on the brow.\"Thank you,\" he said feebly, a rare, beautiful smile lighting up the\nwhite face.\"You make me believe in God's mercy.\"There was a quick movement in the group and Smith was kneeling beside\nthe dying man.Raven,\" he said in an eager voice, \"is infinite.\"Oh, yes,\" he said with a quaintly humorous smile, \"you are the chap\nthat chucked Jerry away from the door?\"Smith nodded, then said earnestly:\n\n\"Mr.Raven, you must believe in God's mercy.\"\"God's mercy,\" said the dying man slowly.'God--be--merciful--to me--a sinner.'\"Once more he opened his\neyes and let them rest upon the face of the girl bending over him.\"Yes,\" he said, \"you helped me to believe in God's mercy.\"With a sigh\nas of content he settled himself quietly against the shoulders of his\ndead horse.The garden is north of the hallway.\"Good old comrade,\" he said, \"good-by!\"He closed his eyes and drew a\ndeep breath.They waited for another, but there was no more.Ochone, but he was the gallant gentleman!\"she wailed, lapsing into her Highland speech.\"Oh, but he had the brave\nheart and the true heart.She swayed back and forth\nupon her knees with hands clasped and tears running down her cheeks,\nbending over the white face that lay so still in the moonlight and\ntouched with the majesty of death.said her brother surprised at her unwonted\ndisplay of emotion.She is in a hard spot,\" said Dr.Martin\nin a sharp voice in which grief and despair were mingled.It was the face of a haggard old\nman.\"You are used up, old boy,\" he said kindly, putting his hand on the\ndoctor's arm.And you too, Miss\nMoira,\" he added gently.\"Come,\" giving her his hand, \"you must get\nhome.\"There was in his voice a tone of command that made the girl look\nup quickly and obey.The bedroom is south of the hallway.\"Smith, the constable and I will look after--him--and the horse.Without further word the brother and sister mounted their horses.\"Good-night,\" said the doctor shortly.\"Good-night,\" she said simply, her eyes full of a dumb pain.\"Good-by, Miss Moira,\" said the doctor, who held her hand for just a\nmoment as if to speak again, then abruptly he turned his back on her\nwithout further word and so stood with never a glance more after her.It was for him a final farewell to hopes that had lived with him and had\nwarmed his heart for the past three years.Now they were dead, dead as\nthe dead man upon whose white still face he stood looking down.\"Thief, murderer, outlaw,\" he muttered to himself.And yet you could not help it, nor could she.\"But he", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "CHAPTER XIX\n\nTHE GREAT CHIEF\n\n\nOn the rampart of hills overlooking the Piegan encampment the sun\nwas shining pleasantly.The winter, after its final savage kick, had\nvanished and summer, crowding hard upon spring, was wooing the bluffs\nand hillsides on their southern exposures to don their summer robes of\ngreen.Nils asked, as he\nlooked round him with a bright face; his eyes fell on Birgit Boeen,\nand he did not take them off again.\"In a week's time when they come\nback here,\" answered the interpreter.\"Well, perhaps I may then be\nready,\" said Nils, weighing his ten dollars, and trembling so\nviolently, that a man on whose shoulder he was resting one arm, asked\nhim to sit down.\"Oh, it's nothing,\" he answered, and he took a few faltering steps\nacross the floor, then, some firmer ones, turned round, and asked for\na springing-dance.He looked slowly round, and\nthen went straight over to one in a dark  skirt: it was Birgit\nBoeen.He stretched forth his hand, and she gave both hers; but he\ndrew back with a laugh, took out a girl who stood next, and danced\noff gaily.Birgit's face and neck flushed crimson; and in a moment a\ntall, mild-looking man, who was standing behind her, took her hand\nand danced away with her just after Nils.He saw them, and whether\npurposely or not, pushed against them so violently that they both\nfell heavily to the floor.Loud cries and laughter were heard all\nround.Birgit rose, went aside, and cried bitterly.Her partner rose more slowly, and went straight over to Nils, who was\nstill dancing: \"You must stop a little,\" he said.Nils did not hear;\nso the other man laid hold on his arm.He tore himself away, looked\nat the man, and said with a smile, \"I don't know you.\"\"P'r'aps not; but now I'll let you know who I am,\" said the man,\ngiving him a blow just over one eye.Nils was quite unprepared for\nthis, and fell heavily on the sharp edge of the fireplace.The bathroom is east of the hallway.He tried\nto rise, but he could not: his spine was broken.At Kampen, a change had taken place.Of late the grandmother had\nbecome more infirm, and as she felt her strength failing, she took\ngreater pains than ever to save money to pay off the remaining debt\nupon the farm.\"Then you and the boy,\" she used to say to Margit,\n\"will be comfortably off.And mind, if ever you bring anybody into\nthe place to ruin it for you, I shall turn in my grave.\"The hallway is east of the bedroom.In\nharvest-time, she had the great satisfaction of going up to the late\nlandowner's house with the last of the money due to him; and happy\nshe felt when, seated once more in the porch at home, she could at\nlast say, \"Now it's done.\"But in that same hour she was seized", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Margit\nhad her buried in the churchyard, and a nice headstone was set over\nher, inscribed with her name and age, and a verse from one of\nKingo's hymns.A fortnight after her burial, her black Sunday gown\nwas made into a suit of clothes for the boy; and when he was dressed\nin them he became as grave as even the grandmother herself.He went\nof his own accord and took up the book with clasps and large print\nfrom which she used to read and sing every Sunday; he opened it, and\nthere he found her spectacles.These he had never been allowed to\ntouch while she was living; now he took them out half fearfully,\nplaced them over his nose, and looked down through them into the\nbook.\"How strange this is,\" he thought; \"it was\nthrough them grandmother could read God's word!\"He held them high up\nagainst the light to see what was the matter, and--the spectacles\ndropped on the floor, broken in twenty pieces.He was much frightened, and when at the same moment the door opened,\nhe felt as if it must be the grandmother herself who was coming in.But it was the mother, and behind her came six men, who, with much\nstamping and noise, brought in a litter which they placed in the\nmiddle of the room.The door was left open so long after them, that\nthe room grew quite cold.On the litter lay a man with a pale face and dark hair.The mother\nwalked to and fro and wept.\"Be careful how you lay him on the bed,\"\nshe said imploringly, helping them herself.But all the while the men\nwere moving him, something grated beneath their feet.\"Ah, that's\nonly grandmother's spectacles,\" the boy thought; but he said\nnothing.It was, as we have said before, just harvest-time.The hallway is east of the kitchen.A week after the\nday when Nils had been carried into Margit Kampen's house, the\nAmerican gentlemen sent him word to get ready to go with them.He was\njust then lying writhing under a violent attack of pain; and,\nclenching his teeth, he cried, \"Let them go to the devil!\"The hallway is west of the garden.Margit\nremained waiting, as if she had not received any answer; he noticed\nthis, and after a while he repeated, faintly and slowly, \"Let\nthem--go.\"As the winter advanced, he recovered so far as to be able to get up,\nthough his health was broken for life.The first day he could get up\nhe took his fiddle and tuned it; but it excited him so much that he\nhad to go to bed again.He talked very little, but was gentle and\nkind, and soon he began to read with Arne, and to take in work.Still\nhe never went out; and he did not talk to those who came to see him.At first Margit used to tell him the news of the parish, but it made\nhim gloomy, and so she soon left off.When spring came he and Margit often sat longer than usual talking\ntogether after supper, when Arne had been sent to bed.Later in", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "He worked on the farm, and managed wisely and steadily; and Margit\nsaid to Arne, \"He is industrious, as well as pleasant; now you must\nbe obedient and kind, and do your best for him.\"Margit had even in the midst of her trouble remained tolerably stout.She had rosy cheeks, large eyes, surrounded by dark circles which\nmade them seem still larger, full lips, and a round face; and she\nlooked healthy and strong, although she really had not much strength.Now, she looked better than ever; and she always sang at her work,\njust as she used to do.The hallway is north of the office.Then one Sunday afternoon, the father and son went out to see how\nthings were getting on in the fields.The kitchen is north of the hallway.Arne ran about, shooting with a\nbow and arrows, which the father had himself made for him.Thus, they\nwent on straight towards the road which led past the church, and down\nto the place which was called the broad valley.When they came there,\nNils sat down on a stone and fell into a reverie, while Arne went on\nshooting, and running for his arrows along the road in the direction\nof the church.\"Only not too far away,\" Nils said.Just as Arne was\nat the height of his play, he stopped, listening, and called out,\n\"Father, I hear music.\"Nils, too, listened; and they heard the sound\nof violins, sometimes drowned by loud, wild shouts, while above all\nrose the rattling of wheels, and the trampling of horses' hoofs: it\nwas a bridal train coming home from the church.\"Come here, lad,\" the\nfather said, in a tone which made Arne feel he must come quickly.These are a morbid state of\nthe blood; changes in the kidneys and in the composition of the urine;\na peculiar form of fever known as hepatic intermittent fever; and a\ngroup of nervous symptoms to which has been applied the term cholaemia.It has already been shown that but little pressure is required to\ndivert the flow of bile from the ducts backward into the blood.Changes\nconsequently ensue in the constitution of the blood and in the action\nof the heart and of the vessels.The bile acids lower the heart's\nmovements and lessen the arterial tension; hence the pulse is slower,\nsofter, and feebler than the normal.Should fever arise, this\ndepressing action of the bile acids is maintained; and hence, although\nthe temperature becomes elevated, the pulse-rate does not increase\ncorrespondingly.There are exceptions to this, however, in so far that\nthe heart and arteries are in some instances little affected, but it is\nprobable under these circumstances that there are conditions present\nwhich induce decomposition of the bile acids.The most important result of the action of the bile on the constitution\nof the blood is the hemorrhagic diathesis.Soon after the occlusion\noccurs in very young subjects--at a later period in adults--the\nocclusion having existed for many months, in some cases only near the\nend, the disposition to hemorrhagic extravasations and", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "From the surface of the mucous membranes, under the\nserous, in the substance of muscles, the hemorrhages occur.Epistaxis,\nor nasal hemorrhage, is usually the first to appear, and may be the\nmost difficult to arrest.The gums transude blood, and wherever\npressure is brought to bear on the integument ecchymoses follow.The\nconjunctiva may be disfigured and the eyelids swollen and blackened by\nextravasations, and the skin of the cheeks and nose marked by stigmata.Haematemesis sometimes occurs, but the extravasations into the\nintestinal canal more frequently--indeed, very constantly--take place\nin a gradual manner, and impart to the stools a dark, almost black,\ntar-like appearance.In the same way the urine may contain fluid blood\nand coagula, or it may have a merely smoky {1090} appearance from\nintimate admixture with the blood at the moment of secretion.Both the bile-pigment and bile acids exert an injurious action on the\nkidneys.In cases of prolonged obstruction not only are the tissues of\nthe organ stained by pigment in common with the tissues of the body,\nbut the epithelium of the tubules, of the straight and convoluted\ntubes, are, according to Moebius,[195] infiltrated with pigment.In\nconsequence of the size and number of the masses of pigment, the tubes\nmay become obstructed and the secretion of urine much diminished.The kitchen is south of the office.Other\nchanges occur, due chiefly to the action of the bile acids, according\nto the same authority.These alterations consist in parenchymatous\ndegeneration.The urine contains traces of albumen in most cases, and,\naccording to Nothnagel,[196] always casts of the hyaline and granular\nvarieties stained with pigment.As the alterations in the structure of\nthe kidneys progress, fatty epithelium is cast off, and thus the\ntubules come finally to be much obstructed and the function of the\norgan seriously impaired.To cholaemia then are superadded the peculiar\ndisturbances belonging to retention of the urinary constituents.[Footnote 195: _Archiv der Heilkunde_, vol.[Footnote 196: _Deutsches Archiv fur klin.326;\nalso, Harley, _op.One of the most interesting complications which arises during the\nexistence of obstruction of the bile-ducts is the form of fever\nentitled by Charcot[197] intermittent hepatic fever.The bedroom is north of the office.Although its\ncharacter was first indicated by Monneret,[198] we owe the present\nconception of its nature and its more accurate clinical history to\nCharcot.As has already been pointed\nout, the passage of a gall-stone may develop a latent malarial\ninfection or a febrile movement comparable to that caused by the\npassage of a catheter, and known as urethral fever.Charcot supposes\nthat true intermittent hepatic fever is septicaemic in character, and\ncan therefore arise only in those cases accompanied by an angiocholitis\nof the suppurative variety--such", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Illustrative cases of this fever, one of them\nconfirmed by an autopsy, have been recently reported by E. Wagner,[199]\nwho is rather inclined to accept Charcot's view of the pathogeny.A\nremarkable case has been published by Regnard,[200] in which the\nangiocholitis was induced by the extension of echinococcus cysts into\nthe common duct.Whilst there are some objections to Charcot's theory,\non the whole it is probably true that this intermittent hepatic fever\nis produced by the absorption from the inflamed surface of the ducts of\na noxious material there produced.It may be likened to the fever which\ncan be caused by the injection of putrid pus into the veins of animals.[Footnote 197: _Lecons sur les Maladies du Foie, etc._, p.178 _et\nseq._]\n\n[Footnote 198: Cyr, _Traite de l'Affection calculeuse du Foie_, p.The hallway is south of the garden.[Footnote 199: _Deutsches Archiv fur klin.[Footnote 200: _Gazette med.49, 1873, quoted by Wagner,\n_supra_.]The office is north of the garden.Intermittent hepatic fever, as its name implies, is a paroxysmal fever,\nhaving a striking resemblance to malarial fever, but differs from it in\nless regularity of recurrence, in the fact that urea is below the\nnormal amount instead of increased, and in the effect of quinine, which\nin the case of malarial fever is curative, but not curative in hepatic\nfever.The paroxysms are sometimes quotidian, rarely double quotidian,\ntertian, quartan, and even longer, and in the same case all of these\nvarieties may occur; on {1091} the other hand, there may be entire\nregularity of the seizures.The severity of the chill, the maximum\ntemperature, and the amount of sweating vary within considerable\nlimits; there may be merely a slight sense of chilliness or a severe\nrigor; the temperature may rise to 101 degrees or to 104 degrees F.,\nand there may be a gentle moisture or a profuse sweat.There does not\nseem to be any relation between the extent and severity of the local\nmischief and the systemic condition.The period of onset of intermittent hepatic fever, and its duration and\nmode of termination, are by no means readily determined.Cyr fixes on\nthe paroxysms of colic as the beginning, but he obviously confounds the\nchill and fever caused by the passage of a calculus with the true\nintermittent hepatic fever.It is the history of a\npeople eminently at unity in itself, descendants of Roman race, long\ndisciplined by adversity, and compelled by its position either to live\nnobly or to perish:--for a thousand years they fought for life; for\nthree hundred they invited death: their battle was rewarded, and their\ncall was heard.Throughout her career, the victories of Venice, and, at many\nperiods of it, her safety, were purchased by individual heroism; and the\nman who exalted or saved her was", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "To him no matter, nor to her:\nthe real question is, not so much what names they bore, or with what\npowers they were entrusted, as how they were trained; how they were made\nmasters of themselves, servants of their country, patient of distress,\nimpatient of dishonor; and what was the true reason of the change from\nthe time when she could find saviours among those whom she had cast into\nprison, to that when the voices of her own children commanded her to\nsign covenant with Death.On this collateral question I wish the reader's mind to be\nfixed throughout all our subsequent inquiries.It will give double\ninterest to every detail: nor will the interest be profitless; for the\nevidence which I shall be able to deduce from the arts of Venice will\nbe both frequent and irrefragable, that the decline of her political\nprosperity was exactly coincident with that of domestic and individual\nreligion.I say domestic and individual; for--and this is the second point which I\nwish the reader to keep in mind--the most curious phenomenon in all\nVenetian history is the vitality of religion in private life, and its\ndeadness in public policy.Amidst the enthusiasm, chivalry, or\nfanaticism of the other states of Europe, Venice stands, from first to\nlast, like a masked statue; her coldness impenetrable, her exertion only\naroused by the touch of a secret spring.That spring was her commercial\ninterest,--this the one motive of all her important political acts, or\nenduring national animosities.She could forgive insults to her honor,\nbut never rivalship in her commerce; she calculated the glory of her\nconquests by their value, and estimated their justice by their facility.The fame of success remains, when the motives of attempt are forgotten;\nand the casual reader of her history may perhaps be surprised to be\nreminded, that the expedition which was commanded by the noblest of her\nprinces, and whose results added most to her military glory, was one in\nwhich while all Europe around her was wasted by the fire of its\ndevotion, she first calculated the highest price she could exact from\nits piety for the armament she furnished, and then, for the advancement\nof her own private interests, at once broke her faith[10] and betrayed\nher religion.And yet, in the midst of this national criminality, we shall be\nstruck again and again by the evidences of the most noble individual\nfeeling.The tears of Dandolo were not shed in hypocrisy, though they\ncould not blind him to the importance of the conquest of Zara.The bathroom is north of the hallway.The habit\nof assigning to religion a direct influence over all _his own_ actions,\nand all the affairs of _his own_ daily life, is remarkable in every\ngreat Venetian during the times of the prosperity of the state; nor are\ninstances wanting in which the private feeling of the citizens reaches\nthe sphere of their policy, and even becomes the guide of its course\nwhere the scales of expediency are doubtfully balanced.The office is south of the hallway.I sincerely\ntrust that the inquirer would be disappointed who should endeavor to\ntrace any more immediate", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "against Barbarossa, than the piety which was excited by\nthe character of their suppliant, and the noble pride which was provoked\nby the insolence of the emperor.But the heart of Venice is shown only\nin her hastiest councils; her worldly spirit recovers the ascendency\nwhenever she has time to calculate the probabilities of advantage, or\nwhen they are sufficiently distinct to need no calculation; and the\nentire subjection of private piety to national policy is not only\nremarkable throughout the almost endless series of treacheries and\ntyrannies by which her empire was enlarged and maintained, but\nsymbolised by a very singular circumstance in the building of the city\nitself.I am aware of no other city of Europe in which its cathedral was\nnot the principal feature.The office is east of the bedroom.But the principal church in Venice was the\nchapel attached to the palace of her prince, and called the \"Chiesa\nDucale.\"The patriarchal church,[11] inconsiderable in size and mean in\ndecoration, stands on the outermost islet of the Venetian group, and its\nname, as well as its site, is probably unknown to the greater number of\ntravellers passing hastily through the city.Nor is it less worthy of\nremark, that the two most important temples of Venice, next to the ducal\nchapel, owe their size and magnificence, not to national effort, but to\nthe energy of the Franciscan and Dominican monks, supported by the vast\norganization of those great societies on the mainland of Italy, and\ncountenanced by the most pious, and perhaps also, in his generation, the\nmost wise, of all the princes of Venice,[12] who now rests beneath the\nroof of one of those very temples, and whose life is not satirized by\nthe images of the Virtues which a Tuscan sculptor has placed around his\ntomb.X. There are, therefore, two strange and solemn lights in which we\nhave to regard almost every scene in the fitful history of the Rivo\nAlto.We find, on the one hand, a deep and constant tone of individual\nreligion characterising the lives of the citizens of Venice in her\ngreatness; we find this spirit influencing them in all the familiar and\nimmediate concerns of life, giving a peculiar dignity to the conduct\neven of their commercial transactions, and confessed by them with a\nsimplicity of faith that may well put to shame the hesitation with which\na man of the world at present admits (even if it be so in reality) that\nreligious feeling has any influence over the minor branches of his\nconduct.And we find as the natural consequence of all this, a healthy\nserenity of mind and energy of will expressed in all their actions, and\na habit of heroism which never fails them, even when the immediate\nmotive of action ceases to be praiseworthy.The saturated red soil\noverflowed the brim with that liquid ooze known as \"slumgullion,\" and\nturned the crystal pool to the color of blood until the soil was washed\naway.The kitchen is east of the office.Then the smaller stones were carefully removed and examined, and\nthen another washing of the now nearly empty", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "the clean pan showed only one or two minute glistening yellow\nscales, like pinheads, adhering from their specific gravity to the\nbottom; gold, indeed, but merely enough to indicate \"the color,\" and\ncommon to ordinary prospecting in his own locality.He tried another panful with the same result.He became aware that the\npan was leaky, and that infinite care alone prevented the bottom from\nfalling out during the washing.Still it was an experiment, and the\nresult a failure.Fleming was too old a prospector to take his disappointment seriously.Indeed, it was characteristic of that performance and that period that\nfailure left neither hopelessness nor loss of faith behind it; the\nprospector had simply miscalculated the exact locality, and was equally\nas ready to try his luck again.But Fleming thought it high time to\nreturn to his own mining work in camp, and at once set off to return the\npan to its girlish owner and recover his ring.As he approached the cabin again, he heard the sound of singing.It was\nevidently the girl's voice, uplifted in what seemed to be a fragment of\nsome <DW64> camp-meeting hymn:--\n\n     \"Dar was a poor man and his name it was Lazarum,\n     Lord bress de Lamb--glory hallelugerum!The first two lines had a brisk movement, accented apparently by the\nclapping of hands or the beating of a tin pan, but the refrain, \"Lord\nbress de Lamb,\" was drawn out in a lugubrious chant of infinite tenuity.\"The rich man died and he went straight to hellerum.Lord bress de Lamb--glory hallelugerum!Before he could rap the voice rose\nagain:--\n\n     \"When ye see a poo' man be sure to give him crumbsorum,\n     Lord bress de Lamb--glory hallelugerum!At the end of this interminable refrain, drawn out in a youthful nasal\ncontralto, Fleming knocked.The garden is west of the office.The girl instantly appeared, holding the\nring in her fingers.\"I reckoned it was you,\" she said, with an affected\nbriskness, to conceal her evident dislike at parting with the trinket.With the opening of the door\nthe sunbonnet had fallen back like a buggy top, disclosing for the first\ntime the head and shoulders of the wearer.The hallway is east of the office.She was not a child, but\na smart young woman of seventeen or eighteen, and much of his\nembarrassment arose from the consciousness that he had no reason\nwhatever for having believed her otherwise.\"I hope I didn't interrupt your singing,\" he said awkwardly.\"It was only one o' mammy's camp-meetin' songs,\" said the girl.he asked, glancing past the girl into the\nkitchen.\"'Tain't mother--she's dead.She's gone to\nJimtown, and taken my duds to get some new ones fitted to me.This accounted for her strange appearance; but Fleming noticed that\nthe girl's manner had not the slightest consciousness of their\nunbecoming", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "said Fleming, laughing; \"I'm afraid not.\"\"Dad hez--he's got it pow'ful.\"\"Is that the reason he don't like miners?\"\"'Take not to yourself the mammon of unrighteousness,'\" said the girl,\nwith the confident air of repeating a lesson.\"That's what the Book\nsays.\"\"But I read the Bible, too,\" replied the young man.\"Dad says, 'The letter killeth'!\"Fleming looked at the trophies nailed on the walls with a vague wonder\nif this peculiar Scriptural destructiveness had anything to do with his\nskill as a marksman.\"Dad's a mighty hunter afore the Lord.\"\"Trades 'em off for grub and fixin's.But he don't believe in trottin'\nround in the mud for gold.\"\"Don't you suppose these animals would have preferred it if he had?The hallway is west of the kitchen.The girl stared at him, and then, to his great surprise, laughed instead\nof being angry.The kitchen is west of the garden.It was a very fascinating laugh in her imperfectly\nnourished pale face, and her little teeth revealed the bluish milky\nwhiteness of pips of young Indian corn.\"Wot yer lookin' at?\"\"You,\" he replied, with equal frankness.\"It's them duds,\" she said, looking down at her dress; \"I reckon I ain't\ngot the hang o' 'em.\"Yet there was not the slightest tone of embarrassment or even coquetry\nin her manner, as with both hands she tried to gather in the loose folds\naround her waist.\"Let me help you,\" he said gravely.She lifted up her arms with childlike simplicity and backed toward him\nas he stepped behind her, drew in the folds, and pinned them around what\nproved a very small waist indeed.Then he untied the apron, took it\noff, folded it in half, and retied its curtailed proportions around the\nwaist.\"It does feel a heap easier,\" she said, with a little shiver of\nsatisfaction, as she lifted her round cheek, and the tail of her blue\neyes with their brown lashes, over her shoulder.It was a tempting\nmoment--but Jack felt that the whole race of gold hunters was on trial\njust then, and was adamant!Perhaps he was a gentle fellow at heart,\ntoo.\"I could loop up that dress also, if I had more pins,\" he remarked\ntentatively.In this operation--a kind of festooning--the\ngirl's petticoat, a piece of common washed-out blue flannel, as pale\nas her eyes, but of the commonest material, became visible, but without\nfear or reproach to either.\"There, that looks more tidy,\" said Jack, critically surveying his work\nand a little of the small ankles revealed.The girl also examined it\ncarefully by its reflection on the surface of the saucepan.\"Looks a\nlittle like a chiny girl, don't it?\"Jack would have resented this, thinking she meant a Chinese, until he\nsaw her pointing to a cheap crockery ornament, representing a Dutch\nshepherdess, on", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"You beat mammy out o' sight!\"\"It will jest\nset her clear crazy when she sees me.\"The garden is west of the bathroom.\"Then you had better say you did it yourself,\" said Fleming.asked the girl, suddenly opening her eyes on him with relentless\nfrankness.But Chiropractics follows so closely what the \"old liner\"\ncalls the true theory of Osteopathy that, between him and the drifter who\ngives an hour of crude massage, or uses the forbidden accessories, the\ntrue Osteopath has a hard time maintaining the dignity (?)of Osteopathy\nand keeping its practitioners from drifting.The kitchen is east of the bathroom.Some of the most ardent supporters of true Osteopathy I have ever known\nhave drifted entirely away from it.After practicing two or three years,\nabusing medicine and medical men all the time, and proclaiming to the\npeople continually that they had in Osteopathy all that a sick world could\never need, it is suddenly learned that the \"Osteopath is gone.\"He has\n\"silently folded his tent and stolen away,\" and where has he gone?He has\ngone to a medical college to study that same medicine he has so\nindustriously abused while he was gathering in the shekels as an\nOsteopath.Going to learn and practice the science he has so persistently\ndenounced as a fraud and a curse to humanity.The intelligent, conscientious Osteopath who dares to brave the scorn of\nthe stand-patter and use all the legitimate adjuncts of Osteopathy found\nin physio-therapy, may do a great deal of good as a physician.I have\nfound many physicians willing to acknowledge this, and even recommend the\nservices of such an Osteopath when physio-therapy was indicated.When a physician, however, meets a fellow who claims to have in his\nOsteopathy a wonderful system, complete and all-sufficient to cope with\nany and all diseases, and that his system is founded on a knowledge of the\nrelation and function of the various parts and organs of the body such as\nno other school of therapeutics has ever been able to discover, then he\nknows that he has met a man of the same mental and moral calibre as the\nshyster in his own school.He knows he has met a fellow who is exploiting\na thing, that may be good in its way and place, as a graft.And he knows\nthat this grafter gets his wonderful cures largely as any other quack gets\nhis; the primary effects of his \"scientific manipulations\" are on the\nminds of those treated.The intelligent physician knows that the Osteopath got his boastedly\nsuperior knowledge of anatomy mostly from the same text-books and same\nclass of cadavers that other physicians had to master if they graduated\nfrom a reputable school.All that talk we have heard so much about the\nOsteopaths being the \"finest anatomists in the world\" sounds plausible,\nand is believed by the laity generally.The quotation I gave above has been much used in Osteopathic literature\nas coming from an eminent medical man.What foundation is there for such a\nbelief?The Osteopath _may_ be a good", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "He has about the same\nopportunities to learn anatomy the medical student has.If he is a good\nand conscientious student he may consider his anatomy of more importance\nthan does the medical student who is not expecting to do much surgery.If\nhe is a natural shyster and shirk he can get through a course in\nOsteopathy and get his diploma, and this diploma may be about the only\nproof he could ever give that he is a \"superior anatomist.\"Great stress has always been laid by Osteopaths upon the amount of study\nand research done by their students on the cadaver.I want to give you\nsome specimens of the learning of the man (an M.D.)who presided over the\ndissecting-room when I pursued my \"profound research\" on the \"lateral\nhalf.\"This great man, whose superior knowledge of anatomy, I presume,\ninduced by the wise management of the college to employ him as a\ndemonstrator, in an article written for the organ of the school expresses\nhimself thus:\n\n    \"It is needless to say that the first impression of an M. D. would not\n    be favorable to Osteopathy, because he has spent years fixing in his\n    mind that if you had a bad case of torticollis not to touch it, but\n    give a man morphine or something of the same character with an\n    external blister or hot application and in a week or ten days he would\n    be all right.In the meanwhile watch the patient's general health,\n    relieve the induced constipation by suitable means and rearrange what\n    he has disarranged in his treatment.The bathroom is east of the bedroom.On the other hand, let the\n    Osteopath get hold of this patient, and with his _vast_ and we might\n    say _perfect_ knowledge of anatomy, he at once, with no other tools\n    than his hands, inhibits the nerves supplying the affected parts, and\n    in five minutes the patient can freely move his head and shoulders,\n    entirely relieved from pain.Would\n    he not feel like wiping off the earth with all the Osteopaths?Doctor,\n    with your medical education a course in Osteopathy would teach you\n    that it is not necessary to subject your patients to myxedema by\n    removing the thyroid gland to cure goitre.You would not have to lie\n    awake nights studying means to stop one of those troublesome bowel\n    complaints in children, nor to insist upon the enforced diet in\n    chronic diarrhea, and a thousand other things which are purely\n    physiological and are not done by any magical presto change, but by\n    methods which are perfectly rational if you will only listen long\n    enough to have them explained to you.I will agree that at first\n    impression all methods look alike to the medical man, but when\n    explained by an intelligent teacher they will bring their just\n    reward.\"The garden is west of the bedroom.Gentlemen of the medical profession, study", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Surely you\ndid not read it when it was given to the world a few years ago, or you\nwould all have been converted to Osteopathy then, and the medical\nprofession left desolate.We have heard many bad things of medical men,\nbut never (until we learned it from one who was big-brained enough to\naccept Osteopathy when its great truths dawned upon him) did we know that\nyou are so dull of intellect that it takes you \"years to fix in your minds\nthat if you had a bad case of torticollis not to touch it but to give a\nman morphine.\"And how pleased Osteopaths are to learn from this scholar that the\nOsteopath can \"take hold\" of a case of torticollis, \"and with his vast and\nwe might say perfect knowledge of anatomy\" inhibit the nerves and have the\nman cured in five minutes.The hallway is south of the office.We were glad to learn this great truth from\nthis learned ex-M.D., as we never should have known, otherwise, that\nOsteopathy is so potent.I have had cases of torticollis in my practice, and thought I had done\nwell if after a half hour of hard work massaging contracted muscles I had\nbenefited the case.And note the relevancy of these questions, \"Would not the medical man be\nangry?Would he not feel like wiping off the earth all the Osteopaths?\"In the Assembly his rise to\nprominence was meteoric; only three years after his entrance he was\nelected speaker on the resignation of the veteran {22} J. A. Panet, who\nhad held the office at different times since 1792.Papineau retained\nthe speakership, with but one brief period of intermission, until the\noutbreak of rebellion twenty-two years later; and it was from the\nspeaker's chair that he guided throughout this period the counsels of\nthe _Patriote_ party.[Illustration: Louis Joseph Papineau.After a lithograph by Maurin,\nParis.]When Papineau entered public life the political situation in Lower\nCanada was beginning to be complicated.The French-Canadian members of\nthe Assembly, having taken great pains to acquaint themselves with the\nlaw and custom of the British constitution, had awakened to the fact\nthat they were not enjoying the position or the power which the members\nof the House of Commons in England were enjoying.In the first place,\nthe measures which they passed were being continually thrown out by the\nupper chamber, the Legislative Council, and they were powerless to\nprevent it; and in the second place, they had no control of the\ngovernment, for the governor and his Executive Council were appointed\nby and responsible to the Colonial Office alone.The members of the\ntwo councils were in the main of English birth, and they constituted a\nlocal oligarchy--known as the 'Bureaucrats' or the 'Chateau\nClique'--which {23} held the reins of government.The bathroom is north of the office.They were as a rule\nable to snap their fingers at the majority in the Assembly.In England the remedy for a similar state of affairs had been found to\nlie in the control of the purse exercised", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "In\norder to bring the Executive to its will, it was only necessary for\nthat House to threaten the withholding of supplies.The kitchen is east of the garden.In Lower Canada,\nhowever, such a remedy was at first impossible, for the simple reason\nthat the House of Assembly did not vote all the supplies necessary for\ncarrying on the government.In other words, the expenditure far\nexceeded the revenue; and the deficiency had to be met out of the\nImperial exchequer.Under these circumstances it was impossible for\nthe Lower Canada Assembly to attempt to exercise the full power of the\npurse.In 1810, it is true, the Assembly had passed a resolution\navowing its ability and willingness to vote 'the necessary sums for\ndefraying the Civil Expenses of the Government of the Province.'But\nSir James Craig had declined on a technicality to forward the\nresolution to the Houses of Parliament at Westminster, realizing fully\nthat if the offer were accepted, the Assembly would be able to exert\ncomplete {24} power over the Executive.'The new Trojan horse' was not\nto gain admission to the walls through him.Later, however, in 1818, during the administration of Sir John Coape\nSherbrooke, the offer of the Assembly was accepted by the Imperial\ngovernment.Sherbrooke was an apostle of conciliation.It was he who\ngave the Catholic bishop of Quebec a seat in the Executive Council; and\nhe also recommended that the speaker of the House of Assembly should be\nincluded in the Council--a recommendation which was a preliminary move\nin the direction of responsible government.Through Sherbrooke's\ninstrumentality the British government now decided to allow the\nLower-Canadian legislature to vote the entire revenue of the province,\napart from the casual and territorial dues of the Crown and certain\nduties levied by Act of the Imperial parliament.Sherbrooke's\nintention was that the legislature should vote out of this revenue a\npermanent civil list to be continued during the lifetime of the\nsovereign.Unfortunately, however, the Assembly did not fall in with\nthis view.It insisted, instead, on treating the civil list as an\nannual affair, and voting the salaries of the officials, from the\ngovernor {25} downwards, for only one year.The bedroom is west of the garden.Since this would have made\nevery government officer completely dependent upon the pleasure of the\nHouse of Assembly, the Legislative Council promptly threw out the\nbudget.Thus commenced a struggle which was destined to last for many\nyears.The Assembly refused to see that its action was really an\nencroachment upon the sphere of the Executive; and the Executive\nrefused to place itself at the mercy of the Assembly.During session after session the supplies were not voted.The Executive, with its control of the royal revenue, was able by one\nmeans or another to carry on the government; but the relations between\nthe 'Bureaucrats' and the _Patriotes_ became rapidly more bitter.Papineau's attitude toward the government during this period was in\nharmony with that of his compatriots.It was indeed one of his\ncharacteristics, as the historian Christie has pointed out, that he\nseemed always 'to move with the masses rather than to lead them.'", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "In\n1812 he fought side by side with the British.As late as 1820 he\npublicly expressed his great admiration for the constitution of 1791\nand the blessings of British rule.But in the struggles over the\nbudget he took up ground {26} strongly opposed to the government; and,\nwhen the question became acute, he threw restraint to the winds, and\nplayed the part of a dangerous agitator.What seems to have first roused Papineau to anger was a proposal to\nunite Upper and Lower Canada in 1822.Financial difficulties had\narisen between the two provinces; and advantage was taken of this fact\nto introduce a Union Bill into the House of Commons at Westminster,\ncouched in terms very unfavourable to the French Canadians.There is\nlittle doubt that the real objects of the bill was the extinction of\nthe Lower-Canadian Assembly and the subordination of the French to the\nEnglish element in the colony.The bedroom is west of the bathroom.At any rate, the French Canadians saw\nin the bill a menace to their national existence.Two agents were\npromptly appointed to go over to London to oppose it.One of them was\nPapineau; the other was John Neilson, the capable Scottish editor of\nthe Quebec _Gazette_.The two men made a very favourable impression;\nthey enlisted on their side the leaders of the Whig party in the\nCommons; and they succeeded in having the bill well and duly shelved.Their mission resulted not only in the defeat of the bill; it also\nshowed {27} them clearly that a deep-laid plot had menaced the rights\nand liberties of the French-Canadian people; and their anger was roused\nagainst what Neilson described as 'the handful of _intrigants_' who had\nplanned that _coup d'etat_.On returning to Canada Papineau gave vent to his discontent in an\nextraordinary attack upon Lord Dalhousie, who had become governor of\nCanada in 1819.The garden is east of the bathroom.Dalhousie was an English nobleman of the best type.The fact is, that whatever aberration does exist in the\nRocket, it is distinctly seen; whereas, in ordinary projectiles it is\nscarcely to be traced--and hence has arisen a very exaggerated notion\nof the inaccuracy of the former.But to recur to the economy of the Rocket carcass; how much is not the\nsaving of this system of bombardment enhanced, when considered with\nreference to naval bombardment, when the expensive construction of the\nlarge mortar vessel is viewed, together with the charge of their whole\nestablishment, compared with the few occasions of their use, and their\nunfitness for general service?Whereas, by means of the Rocket, every\nvessel, nay, every boat, has the power of throwing carcasses without\nany alteration in her construction, or any impediment whatever to her\ngeneral services.So much for the comparison required as to the application of the Rocket\nin bombardment; I shall now proceed to the calculation of the expense\nof this ammunition for field service, compared with that of common\nartillery ammunition.In the first place, it should be stated that the\nRocket will project every species of shot or shell which can be fired", "question": "What is the bathroom west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "But it will be a fair criterion to make\nthe calculation, with reference to the six and nine-pounder common\nammunition; these two natures of shot or shell are projected by a small\nRocket, which I have denominated the 12-pounder, and which will give\nhorizontally, and _without apparatus_, the same range as that of the\ngun, and _with apparatus_, considerably more.The calculation may be\nstated as follows:--\n\n                                           \u00a3.The bathroom is south of the office._s._  _d._\n                      {Case and stick      0    5     6\n  12-pounder Rocket   {Rocket composition  0    1    10\u00bd\n                      {Labour, &c.0    2     0\n                                          --------------\n                                          \u00a30    9     4\u00bd\n                                          --------------\n\nBut this sum is capable of the following reduction, by substituting\nelementary force for manual labour, and by employing bamboo in lieu of\nthe stick.The office is south of the kitchen._s._  _d._\n                    {Case and stick  0   4     0\n  [B]Reduced Price  {Composition     0   1    10\u00bd\n                    {Driving         0   0     6\n                                    -------------\n                                    \u00a30   6     4\u00bd\n                                    -------------\n\n    [B] And this is the sum that, ought to be taken in a general", "question": "What is the kitchen north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Now the cost of the shot or spherical case is the same whether\nprojected from a gun or thrown by the Rocket; and the fixing it to the\nRocket costs about the same as strapping the shot to the wooden bottom.This 6_s._ 4\u00bd_d._ therefore is to be set against the value of the\ngunpowder, cartridge, &c. required for the gun, which may be estimated\nas follows:--\n\n                                                         \u00a3.The bedroom is south of the office._s._  _d._\n  6-pounder Amm\u2019n.{Charge of powder for the 6-pounder   0   2     0\n                    {Cartridge, 3\u00bd_d._ wooden bottom,     0   0     7\u00bc\n                    {  2\u00bd_d._ and tube, 1\u00bc_d._\n                                                         -------------\n                                                         \u00a30   2     7\u00bc\n                                                         -------------\n\n                                                         \u00a3._s._  _d._\n  9-pounder Amm\u2019n.The office is south of the hallway.{For the 9-pounder charge of powder   0   3     0\n                    {Cartridge, 4\u00bd_d._ wooden bottom,     0   0     8\u00bc\n                    {  2\u00bd_d._ and tube, 1\u00bc_d._", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Now we must compare the simplicity of the use of the Rocket, with the\nexpensive apparatus of artillery, to see what this trifling difference\nof first cost in the Rocket has to weigh against it.In the first\nplace, we have seen, that in many situations the Rocket requires no\napparatus at all to use it, and that, where it does require any, it\nis of the simplest kind: we have seen also, that both infantry and\ncavalry can, in a variety of instances, combine this weapon with their\nother powers; so that it is not, in such cases, _even to be charged\nwith the pay of the men_.These, however, are circumstances that can\n_in no case_ happen with respect to ordinary artillery ammunition; the\nuse of which never can be divested of the expense of the construction,\ntransport, and maintenance of the necessary ordnance to project it,\nor of the men _exclusively_ required to work that ordnance.What\nproportion, therefore, will the trifling difference of first cost, and\nthe average facile and unexpensive application of the Rocket bear to\nthe heavy contingent charges involved in the use of field artillery?It\nis a fact, that, in the famous Egyptian campaign, those charges did not\namount to less than \u00a320 per round, one with another, _exclusive_ of the\npay of the men; nor can they for any campaign be put at less than from\n\u00a32 to \u00a33 per round.It must be obvious, therefore, although it is not\nperhaps practicable actually to clothe the calculation in figures, that\nthe saving must be very great indeed in favour of the Rocket, in the\nfield as well as in bombardment.Thus far, however, the calculation is limited merely as to the bare\nquestion of expense; but on the score of general advantage, how is not\nthe balance augmented in favour of the Rocket, when all the _exclusive_\nfacilities of its use are taken into the account--the _universality_\nof the application, the _unlimited_ quantity of instantaneous fire\nto be produced by it for particular occasions--of fire not to be by\nany possibility approached in quantity by means of ordnance?He\nwas pursuing his studies with great ardor.He read _Br\u00fcnnow\u2019s Astronomy_\nin German, which language his wife taught him mornings as he kindled the\nfire.In 1858 he was reading _Gauss\u2019s Theoria Motus_.The bedroom is north of the hallway.Angeline was determined her husband should make good use of the talents\nGod had given him.She was courageous as only a Puritan can be.In\ndomestic economy she was unsurpassed.Husband and wife lived on much\nless than the average college student requires.She mended their old\nclothes again and again, turning the cloth; and economized with\ndesperate energy.At first they rented rooms and had the use of the kitchen in a house on\nConcord Avenue, near the observatory.But their landlady proving to be a\nwoman of bad character, after eight or nine months they moved to a\ntenement house near North Avenue, where they lived a year.Here they\nsubThe kitchen is south of the hallway.", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "He used to argue with her, and to read to her from\nhis books, until finally she refused to listen to his doctrines,\nwhereupon he got very angry, paid his rent, and left.One American feels himself as good as another\u2014if not better\u2014especially\nwhen brought up in a new community.But Cambridge was settled long ago,\nand social distinctions are observed there.It was rather exasperating\nto Asaph Hall and his wife to be snubbed and ignored and meanly treated\nbecause they were poor and without friends.Even their grocer seemed to\nsnub them, sending them bad eggs.You may be sure they quit him\npromptly, finding an honest grocer in Cambridgeport, a Deacon Holmes.Relieved of petty social cares\nand distractions a man can work.Hall, writing to her sister Mary,\nFebruary 4, 1859, declared her husband was \u201cgetting to be a _grand_\nscholar\u201d:\n\n   .... A little more study and Mr.Hall will be excelled by few in\n    this country in his department of science.The hallway is south of the garden.Indeed that is the case\n    now, though he is not very widely known yet.In another letter, dated December 15, 1858, she wrote:\n\n    People are beginning to know something of Mr.Hall\u2019s worth and\n    ability.May 4, 1858 she wrote:\n\n    Mr.Hall has just finished computing the elements of the orbit of\n    one [a comet] which have been published neatly in the _Astronomical\n    Journal_.B. A. Gould, editor of the Journal, became acquainted with\nthe young astronomer who was afterward his firm friend and his associate\nin the National Academy of Sciences.Merit wins recognition\u2014recognition of the kind which is worth while.It\nwas not many months before the Halls found friends among quiet,\nunassuming people, and formed friendships that lasted for life.It was\nworth much to become acquainted with Dr.In a letter of February 4, 1859, already cited, Mrs.The garden is south of the office.Hall and I have both had some nice presents this winter,\u201d and she\nmentions a Mrs.Pritchett, an astronomer clergyman from Missouri, was the father of Dr.Henry S. Pritchett, a recent president of the Massachusetts Institute of\nTechnology.Hall had given him some assistance in his studies; and\ntwenty years afterward Henry S. Pritchett, the son, became a member of\nthe Hall family.\u201cWe are having a holiday,\u201d wrote Mrs.Hall, on the first May-day spent\nin Cambridge; \u201cthe children are keeping May-day something like the old\nEnglish fashion.It is a beautiful day, the warmest we have had this\nspring.Got some dandelions, and\nblossoms of the soft maple.Have made quite a pretty bouquet.\u201d The tone\nof morbidness was beginning to disappear from her letters, for her\nhealth was improving.Her religious views were growing broader and more\nreasonable, also.Too poor to rent a pew in any of the churches, she and\nher husband attended the college chapel, where they", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "In the following poem, suggested by one of his sermons, she\nseems to embody the heroic experience of those early days in Cambridge:\n\n                   \u201cTHE MOUNTAINS SHALL BRING PEACE.\u201d\n\n         O grand, majestic mountain!far extending\n             In height, and breadth, and length,\u2014\n         Fast fixed to earth yet ever heavenward tending,\n             Calm, steadfast in thy strength!Type of the Christian, thou; his aspirations\n             Rise like thy peaks sublime.The rocks immutable are thy foundations,\n             His, truths defying time.Like thy broad base his love is far outspreading;\n             He scatters blessings wide,\n         Like the pure springs which are forever shedding\n             Sweet waters down thy side.\u201cThe mountains shall bring peace,\u201d\u2014a peace transcending\n             The peace of sheltered vale;\n         Though there the elements ne\u2019er mix contending,\n             And its repose assail,\n\n         Yet \u2019tis the peace of weakness, hiding, cow\u2019ring;\u2014\n             While thy majestic form\n         In peerless strength thou liftest, bravely tow\u2019ring\n             Above the howling storm.The bathroom is north of the kitchen.And there thou dwellest, robed in sunset splendor,\n             Up \u2019mid the ether clear,\n         Midst the soft moonlight and the starlight tender\n             Of a pure atmosphere.So, Christian soul, to thy low states declining,\n             There is no peace for thee;\n         Mount up!where the calm heavens are shining,\n             Win peace by victory!What giant forces wrought, O mount supernal!Back in the early time,\n         In building, balancing thy form eternal\n             With potency sublime!The hallway is south of the kitchen.O soul of mightier force, thy powers awaken!Build thou foundations which shall stand unshaken\n             When heaven and earth shall flee.thy heart with earthquake shocks was rifted,\n             With red fires melted through,", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Let Calv\u2019ry tell, dear Christ!the sacrificing\n             By which thy peace was won;\n         And the sad garden by what agonizing\n             The world was overcome.throughout thy grand endeavor\n             Pray not that trials cease!The garden is south of the kitchen.\u2019Tis these that lift thee into Heaven forever,\n             The Heaven of perfect peace.The young astronomer and his Wife used\nto attend the Music Hall meetings in Boston, where Sumner, Garrison,\nTheodore Parker, and Wendell Phillips thundered away.Begin at the\nbeginning; you won't find it dull.\"Eleanore's feelings and thoughts during that anxious time, dull!Mustering up my self-possession, I spread out the leaves in their order\nand commenced:\n\n\"R----, July 6,-\"\n\n\"Two days after they got there, you perceive,\" Mr.--A gentleman was introduced to us to-day upon the _piazza_ whom\nI cannot forbear mentioning; first, because he is the most perfect\nspecimen of manly beauty I ever beheld, and secondly, because Mary, who\nis usually so voluble where gentlemen are concerned, had nothing to say\nwhen, in the privacy of our own apartment, I questioned her as to the\neffect his appearance and conversation had made upon her.The fact\nthat he is an Englishman may have something to do with this; Uncle's\nantipathy to every one of that nation being as well known to her as to\nme.Her experience with\nCharlie Somerville has made me suspicious.What if the story of last\nsummer were to be repeated here, with an Englishman for the hero!But\nI will not allow myself to contemplate such a possibility.The bathroom is south of the garden.Uncle will\nreturn in a few days, and then all communication with one who, however\nprepossessing, is of a family and race with whom it is impossible for\nus to unite ourselves, must of necessity cease.I doubt if I should have\nthought twice of all this if Mr.Clavering had not betrayed, upon his\nintroduction to Mary, such intense and unrestrained admiration.Mary not only submits to the\nattentions of Mr.To-day she sat\ntwo hours at the piano singing over to him her favorite songs, and\nto-night--But I will not put down every trivial circumstance that comes\nunder my observation; it is unworthy of me.And yet, how can I shut my\neyes when the happiness of so many I love is at stake!Clavering is not absolutely in love with Mary, he is on\nthe verge of it.He is a very fine-looking man, and too honorable to be\ntrifled with in this reckless fashion.She was absolutely\nwonderful to-night in scarlet and silver.I think her smile the sweetest\nI ever beheld, and in this I am sure Mr.Clavering passionately agrees\nwith me; he never looked away from her to-night.But it is", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "To be sure, she appears anything but indifferent\nto his fine appearance, strong sense, and devoted affection.But did she\nnot deceive us into believing she loved Charlie Somerville?In her case,\nblush and smile go for little, I fear.The hallway is west of the kitchen.Would it not be wiser under the\ncircumstances to say, I hope?Mary came into my room this evening, and\nabsolutely startled me by falling at my side and burying her face in my\nlap.'Oh, Eleanore, Eleanore!'she murmured, quivering with what seemed\nto me very happy sobs.But when I strove to lift her head to my breast,\nshe slid from my arms, and drawing herself up into her old attitude of\nreserved pride, raised her hand as if to impose silence, and haughtily\nleft the room.There is but one interpretation to put upon this.Clavering has expressed his sentiments, and she is filled with that\nreckless delight which in its first flush makes one insensible to the\nexistence of barriers which have hitherto been deemed impassable.Little did I think when I wrote the above that Uncle was\nalready in the house.He arrived unexpectedly on the last train, and\ncame into my room just as I was putting away my diary.Looking a little\ncare-worn, he took me in his arms and then asked for Mary.I dropped my\nhead, and could not help stammering as I replied that she was in her own\nroom.Instantly his love took alarm, and leaving me, he hastened to\nher apartment, where I afterwards learned he came upon her sitting\nabstractedly before her dressing-table with Mr.Clavering's family ring\non her finger.An unhappy scene, I fear,\nfor Mary is ill this morning, and Uncle exceedingly melancholy and\nstern.Uncle not only refuses to consider\nfor a moment the question of Mary's alliance with Mr.The bathroom is west of the hallway.Clavering, but\neven goes so far as to demand his instant and unconditional dismissal.The knowledge of this came to me in the most distressing way.Recognizing the state of affairs, but secretly rebelling against a\nprejudice which seemed destined to separate two persons otherwise fitted\nfor each other, I sought Uncle's presence this morning after breakfast,\nand attempted to plead their cause.But he almost instantly stopped me\nwith the remark, 'You are the last one, Eleanore, who should seek to\npromote this marriage.'Trembling with apprehension, I asked him\nwhy.'For the reason that by so doing you work entirely for your own\ninterest.'More and more troubled, I begged him to explain himself.'I\nmean,' said he, 'that if Mary disobeys me by marrying this Englishman,\nI shall disinherit her, and substitute your name for hers in my will as\nwell as in my affection.'\"For a moment everything swam before my eyes.'You will never make me so\nwretched!''I will make you my heiress, if Mary persists\nin her present determination,' he declared, and without further word\nsternly left the room.What could I do but fall on my knees and pray!Of", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "But I shall not be called upon to do it; Mary will give up Mr.Isn't it\nbecoming plain enough what was Mary's motive for this murder?But go on;\nlet us hear what followed.\"The next entry is dated July 19, and\nruns thus:\n\n\"I was right.After a long struggle with Uncle's invincible will, Mary\nhas consented to dismiss Mr.The garden is west of the office.I was in the room when she\nmade known her decision, and I shall never forget our Uncle's look of\ngratified pride as he clasped her in his arms and called her his own\nTrue Heart.He has evidently been very much exercised over this matter,\nand I cannot but feel greatly relieved that affairs have terminated\nso satisfactorily.What is there in her manner that vaguely\ndisappoints me?I only know that I felt a powerful\nshrinking overwhelm me when she turned her face to me and asked if I\nwere satisfied now.But I conquered my feelings and held out my hand.The shadow of our late trial is upon\nme yet; I cannot shake it off.Clavering's despairing\nface wherever I go.This certifies that I this day united in marriage, Frederick S.\nRichardson and Sarah J. Richards, both of Worcester.CHARLES CHAFFIN, Justice of the Peace.I, Sarah J. Richardson, wife of Frederick S. Richardson, of the city\nof Worcester, County of Worcester, and Commonwealth of Massachusetts,\nformerly Sarah J. Richards before marriage, do solemnly swear, declare\nand say, that the foregoing pages contain a true and faithful history of\nmy life before my marriage to the said Frederick S. Richardson, and\nthat every statement made herein by me is true.In witness whereof, I do\nhereunto set my hand and seal, this 13th day of March, A.D.SARAH J. RICHARDSON (X her mark.)Sworn to before me, the 13th day of March, AD.(TESTIMONY OF Z. K.When it was known that the Narrative of Sarah J. Richardson was about to\nbe published, Mr.Z. K. Pangborn, at that time editor of the Worcester\nDaily Transcript, voluntarily offered the following testimony which we\ncopy from one of his editorials.\"We have no doubt that the nun here spoken of as one who escaped from\nthe Grey Nunnery at Montreal, is the same person who spent some weeks in\nour family in the fall of 1853, after her first escape from the Nunnery.She came in search of employment to our house in St.Albans, Vt.,\nstating that she had traveled on foot from Montreal, and her appearance\nindicated that she was poor, and had seen hardship.She obtained work\nat sewing, her health not being sufficient for more arduous task.She\nappeared to be suffering under some severe mental trial, and though\nindustrious and lady-like in her deportment, still appeared absent\nminded, and occasionally singular in her manner.After awhile she\nrevealed the fact to the lady of the house, that she had escaped from\nthe Grey Nunnery at Montreal, but begged her not to inform anyThe bedroom is east of the office.", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "A few days after making this disclosure,\nshe suddenly disappeared.Having gone out one evening, and failing to\nreturn, much inquiry was made, but no trace of her was obtained for some\nmonths.called on us to\nmake inquiries in regard to this same person and gave us the following\naccount of her as given by herself.She states that on the evening when\nshe so mysteriously disappeared from our house, she called upon an Irish\nfamily whose acquaintance she had formed, and when she was coming away,\nwas suddenly seized, gagged, and thrust into a close carriage, or box,\nas she thought, and on the evening of the next day found herself once\nmore consigned to the tender mercies of the Grey Nunnery in Montreal.Her capture was effected by a priest who tracked her to St.Albans,\nand watched his opportunity to seize her.She was subjected to the most\nrigorous and cruel treatment, to punish her for running away, and kept\nin close confinement till she feigned penitence and submission, when she\nwas treated less cruelly, and allowed more liberty.\"But the difficulties in the way of an escape, only stimulated her the\nmore to make the attempt, and she finally succeeded a second time in\ngetting out of that place which she described as a den of cruelty and\nmisery.She was successful also in eluding her pursuers, and in reaching\nthis city, (Worcester,) where she remained some time, seeking to avoid\nnotoriety, as she feared she might be again betrayed and captured.She\nis now, however, in a position where she does not fear the priests, and\nproposes to give to the world a history of her life in the Nunnery.The\ndisclosures she makes are of the most startling character, but of her\nveracity and good character we have the most satisfactory evidence.\"Pangborn, a sister of the late Mrs\nBranard, the lady with whom Sarah J. Richardson stopped in St.Albans,\nand by whom she was employed as a seamstress.Being an inmate of the\nfamily at the time, Mrs Pangborn states that she had every opportunity\nto become acquainted with the girl and learn her true character.The garden is east of the office.The\nfamily, she says, were all interested in her, although they knew nothing\nof her secret, until a few days before she left.She speaks of her as\nbeing \"quiet and thoughtful, diligent, faithful and anxious to please,\nbut manifesting an eager desire for learning, that she might be able to\nacquaint herself more perfectly with the Holy Scriptures.She could,\nat that time, read a little, and her mind was well stored with select\npassages from the sacred volume, which she seemed to take great delight\nin repeating.The garden is west of the bathroom.She was able to converse intelligently upon almost\nany subject, and never seemed at a loss for language to express her\nthoughts.No one could doubt that nature had given her a mind capable of\na high degree of religious and intellectual culture, and that, with\nthe opportunity for improvement, she would become a useful member of\nsociety.Of book knowledge she was certainly quite ignorant, but she had\nevidently studied human nature to some good", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Mrs Pangborn also\ncorroborates many of the statements in her narrative.She often visited\nthe Grey Nunnery, and says that the description given of the building,\nthe Academy, the Orphan's Home, and young ladies school, are all\ncorrect.The young Smalley mentioned in the narrative was well known to\nher, and also his sister \"little Sissy Smalley,\" as they used to call\nher.Inquiries have been made of those acquainted with the route along\nwhich the fugitive passed in her hasty flight, and we are told that the\ndescription is in general correct; that even the mistakes serve to prove\nthe truthfulness of the narrator, being such as a person would be likely\nto make when describing from memory scenes and places they had seen but\nonce; whereas, if they were getting up a fiction which they designed to\nrepresent as truth, such mistakes would be carefully avoided.APPENDIX I.\n\nABSURDITIES OF ROMANISTS.It may perchance be thought by some persons that the foregoing narrative\ncontains many things too absurd and childish for belief.\"What rational\nman,\" it may be said, \"would ever think of dressing up a figure to\nrepresent the devil, for the purpose of frightening young girls into\nobedience?Surely no sane man, and certainly\nno Christian teacher, would ever stoop to such senseless mummery!\"The sole difference between the \"Dip\" and \"Aeroplane\" consists in the\nsix running steps which make up the first two measures.Of these running\nsteps, which are executed sidewise and with alternate crossings, before\nand behind, only the fourth, at the beginning of the second measure\nrequires special description.Upon this step, the supporting knee is\nnoticeably bended to coincide with the accent of the music.The rest of the dance is identical with the \"Dip\".[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE TANGO\n\n\nThe Tango is a Spanish American dance which contains much of the\npeculiar charm of the other Spanish dances, and its execution depends\nlargely upon the ability of the dancers so to grasp the rhythm of the\nmusic as to interpret it by their movements.The hallway is west of the garden.The steps are all simple,\nand the dancers are permitted to vary or improvise the figures at will.Of these figures the two which follow are most common, and lend\nthemselves most readily to verbal description.1\n\nThe partners face one another as in Waltz Position.The office is west of the hallway.The gentleman takes\nthe lady's right hand in his left, and, stretching the arms to the full\nextent, holding them at the shoulder height, he places her right hand\nupon his left shoulder, and holds it there, as in the illustration\nopposite page 30.In starting, the gentleman throws his right shoulder slightly back and\nsteps directly backward with his left foot, while the lady follows\nforward with her right.In this manner both continue two steps, crossing\none foot over the other and then execute a half-turn in the same\ndirection.This is followed by four measures of the Two-Step and the\nwhole is repeated at will.[Illustration]\n\n\nTANGO No.2\n\nThis variant starts from", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The gentleman\ntakes two steps backward with the lady following forward, and then two\nsteps to the side (the lady's right and the gentleman's left) and two\nsteps in the opposite direction to the original position.The office is east of the bedroom.These steps to the side should be marked by the swaying of the bodies as\nthe feet are drawn together on the second count of the measure, and the\nwhole is followed by 8 measures of the Two-Step.IDEAL MUSIC FOR THE \"BOSTON\"\n\n\nPIANO SOLO\n\n(_Also to be had for Full or Small Orchestra_)\n\nLOVE'S AWAKENING           _J.Danglas_       .60\nON THE WINGS OF DREAM      _J.Danglas_       .60\nFRISSON (Thrill!)Sinibaldi_     .50\nLOVE'S TRIUMPH             _A.Daniele_       .60\nDOUCEMENT                  _G.Robert_        .60\nVIENNOISE                  _A.Duval_         .60\n\nThese selected numbers have attained success, not alone for their\nattractions of melody and rich harmony, but for their rhythmical\nflexibility and perfect adaptedness to the \"Boston.\"FOR THE TURKEY TROT\n\nEspecially recommended\n\nTHE GOBBLER                _J.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.Monroe_        .50\n\n\nAny of the foregoing compositions will be supplied on receipt of\none-half the list price.PUBLISHED BY\n\nTHE BOSTON MUSIC COMPANY 26 & 28 WEST ST., BOSTON, MASS.TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES:\n\n\n  Text in italics is surrounded with underscores: _italics_.He can have no possible claim to it;\nfor, apart from his having had no hand in leaving it to her, he was\ndivorced from my poor sister before her death.\"At this point there was a knock at the door of the room.There entered a young servant-maid, who courtesied, and said:\n\n\"Mrs.Vernon, there is a gentleman who wishes to see you.\"\"Yes, mum; he said his name was Bancroft.\"I know no one of that name,\" mused the lady.\"Well, Margaret,\nyou may show him up, and you may remain in the anteroom within call.\"Her eyes were fixed upon the door with natural curiosity, when her\nvisitor entered.Instantly her face flushed, and her eyes sparkled with anger.\"I see you know me, Harriet Vernon,\" he said.\"It is some time since we\nmet, is it not?I am", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "He sank into a chair without waiting for an invitation.\"When did you change your name to Bancroft?\"demanded the lady,\nabruptly.\"Oh,\" he said, showing his teeth, \"that was a little ruse.I feared you\nwould have no welcome for John Hartley, notwithstanding our near\nrelationship, and I was forced to sail under false colors.\"\"It was quite in character,\" said Mrs.Vernon, coldly; \"you were always\nfalse.The slender tie that\nconnected us was broken when my sister obtained a divorce from you.\"\"You think so, my lady,\" said the visitor, dropping his tone of mocking\nbadinage, and regarding her in a menacing manner, \"but you were never\nmore mistaken.You may flatter yourself that you are rid of me, but you\nflatter yourself in vain.\"\"Do you come here to threaten me, John Hartley?\"\"I come here to ask for my child.\"Where you cannot get at her,\" answered Mrs.\"Don't think to put me off in that way,\" he said, fiercely.\"Don't think to terrify me, John Hartley,\" said the lady,\ncontemptuously.\"I am not so easily alarmed as your poor wife.\"Hartley looked at her as if he would have assaulted her had he dared,\nbut she knew very well that he did not dare.He was a bully, but he was\na coward.\"You refuse, then, to tell me what you have done with my child?\"A father has some rights, and the law will not permit\nhis child to be kept from him.\"The kitchen is east of the bedroom.\"Does your anxiety to see Althea arise from parental affection?\"she\nasked, in a sarcastic tone.I have a right to the custody of my\nchild.\"\"I suppose you have a right to waste her fortune also at the\ngaming-table.\"\"I have a right to act as my child's guardian,\" he retorted.\"Why should you not, John Hartley?You\nill-treated and abused her mother.Fortunately, she escaped from you before it was all gone.But you\nshortened her life, and she did not long survive the separation.It was\nher last request that I should care for her child--that I should, above\nall, keep her out of your clutches.I made that promise, and I mean to\nkeep it.\"\"You poisoned my wife's mind against me,\" he said.\"But for your cursed\ninterference we should never have separated.\"\"You are right, perhaps, in your last statement.I certainly did urge my\nsister to leave you.I obtained her consent to the application for a\ndivorce, but as to poisoning her mind against you, there was no need of\nthat.By your conduct and your treatment you destroyed her love and\nforfeited her respect, and she saw the propriety of the course which I\nrecommended.\"\"I didn't come here to be lectured.The bedroom is east of the office.You can spare your invectives,\nHarriet Vernon.I was not a model husband,\nperhaps, but I was as good as the average.\"\"If that is the case, Heaven help the woman who marries!\"", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"Or the man that marries a woman like you!\"\"You are welcome to your opinion of me.I am entirely indifferent to\nyour good or bad opinion.\"I don't recognize your right to question me on this subject, but I\nwill answer you.He appeared to be occupied with\nsome thought.When he spoke it was in a more conciliatory tone.\"I don't doubt that she is in good hands,\" he said.\"I am sure you will\ntreat her kindly.The bedroom is west of the garden.Perhaps you are a better guardian than I. I am willing\nto leave her in your hands, but I ought to have some compensation.\"\"Althea has a hundred thousand dollars, yielding at least five thousand\ndollars income.Probably her expenses are little more than one-tenth of\nthis sum.Give me half her income--say\nthree thousand dollars annually--and I will give you and her no further\ntrouble.\"\"I thought that was the object of your visit,\" said Mrs.\"I was right in giving you no credit for parental affection.In regard\nto your proposition, I cannot entertain it.You had one half of my\nsister's fortune, and you spent it.You have no further claim on her\nmoney.\"\"Then I swear to you that I will be even with you.The kitchen is east of the garden.I will find the\nchild, and when I do you shall never see her again.\"\"Margaret,\" she said, coldly, \"will you show this gentleman out?\"\"You are certainly very polite, Harriet Vernon,\" he said.\"You are bold,\ntoo, for you are defying me, and that is dangerous.You had better\nreconsider your determination, before it is too late.\"\"It will never be too late; I can at any time buy you off,\" she said,\ncontemptuously.\"We shall see,\" he hissed, eying her malignantly.Vernon, when her visitor had been shown out,\n\"never admit that person again; I am always out to him.\"\"I wonder who 'twas,\" she thought, curiously.John Hartley, when a young man, had wooed and won Althea's mother.Julia\nBelmont was a beautiful and accomplished girl, an heiress in her own\nright, and might have made her choice among at least a dozen suitors.Sound not loud enough\nThy chatt'ring teeth, but thou must bark outright?--\"Now,\" said I, \"be dumb,\nAccursed traitor!to thy shame of thee\nTrue tidings will I bear.\"--\"Off,\" he replied,\n\"Tell what thou list; but as thou escape from hence\nTo speak of him whose tongue hath been so glib,\nForget not: here he wails the Frenchman's gold.'Him of Duera,' thou canst say, 'I mark'd,\nWhere the starv'd sinners pine.'If thou be ask'd\nWhat other shade was with them, at thy side\nIs Beccaria, whose red gorge distain'd\nThe biting axe of Florence.Farther on,\nIf I misdeem not, Soldanieri bides,\nWith Ganellon, and Tribaldello,", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "We now had left him, passing on our way,\nWhen I beheld two spirits by the ice\nPent in one hollow, that the head of one\nWas cowl unto the other; and as bread\nIs raven'd up through hunger, th' uppermost\nDid so apply his fangs to th' other's brain,\nWhere the spine joins it.Not more furiously\nOn Menalippus' temples Tydeus gnaw'd,\nThan on that skull and on its garbage he.The bathroom is west of the bedroom.\"O thou who show'st so beastly sign of hate\n'Gainst him thou prey'st on, let me hear,\" said I\n\"The cause, on such condition, that if right\nWarrant thy grievance, knowing who ye are,\nAnd what the colour of his sinning was,\nI may repay thee in the world above,\nIf that, wherewith I speak be moist so long.\"CANTO XXXIII\n\nHIS jaws uplifting from their fell repast,\nThat sinner wip'd them on the hairs o' th' head,\nWhich he behind had mangled, then began:\n\"Thy will obeying, I call up afresh\nSorrow past cure, which but to think of wrings\nMy heart, or ere I tell on't.But if words,\nThat I may utter, shall prove seed to bear\nFruit of eternal infamy to him,\nThe traitor whom I gnaw at, thou at once\nShalt see me speak and weep.The hallway is east of the bedroom.Who thou mayst be\nI know not, nor how here below art come:\nBut Florentine thou seemest of a truth,\nWhen I do hear thee.Know I was on earth\nCount Ugolino, and th' Archbishop he\nRuggieri.Why I neighbour him so close,\nNow list.That through effect of his ill thoughts\nIn him my trust reposing, I was ta'en\nAnd after murder'd, need is not I tell.What therefore thou canst not have heard, that is,\nHow cruel was the murder, shalt thou hear,\nAnd know if he have wrong'd me.A small grate\nWithin that mew, which for my sake the name\nOf famine bears, where others yet must pine,\nAlready through its opening sev'ral moons\nHad shown me, when I slept the evil sleep,\nThat from the future tore the curtain off.This one, methought, as master of the sport,\nRode forth to chase the gaunt wolf and his whelps\nUnto the mountain, which forbids the sight\nOf Lucca to the Pisan.With lean brachs\nInquisitive and keen, before him rang'd\nLanfranchi with Sismondi and Gualandi.After short course the father and the sons\nSeem'd tir'd and lagging, and methought I saw\nThe sharp tusks gore their sides.When I awoke\nBefore the dawn, amid their sleep I heard\nMy sons (for they were with me) weep and ask\nFor bread.Right cruel art thou, if no pang\nThou feel at thinking what my heart foretold;\nAnd if not now", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Now had they waken'd; and the hour drew near\nWhen they were wont to bring us food; the mind\nOf each misgave him through his dream, and I\nHeard, at its outlet underneath lock'd up\nThe' horrible tower: whence uttering not a word\nI look'd upon the visage of my sons.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.I wept not: so all stone I felt within.They wept: and one, my little Anslem, cried:\n\"Thou lookest so!Yet\nI shed no tear, nor answer'd all that day\nNor the next night, until another sun\nCame out upon the world.When a faint beam\nHad to our doleful prison made its way,\nAnd in four countenances I descry'd\nThe image of my own, on either hand\nThrough agony I bit, and they who thought\nI did it through desire of feeding, rose\nO' th' sudden, and cried, 'Father, we should grieve\nFar less, if thou wouldst eat of us: thou gav'st\nThese weeds of miserable flesh we wear,\n\n'And do thou strip them off from us again.'Then, not to make them sadder, I kept down\nMy spirit in stillness.The garden is east of the bathroom.That day and the next\nWe all were silent.When we came\nTo the fourth day, then Geddo at my feet\nOutstretch'd did fling him, crying, 'Hast no help\nFor me, my father!'There he died, and e'en\nPlainly as thou seest me, saw I the three\nFall one by one 'twixt the fifth day and sixth:\n\n\"Whence I betook me now grown blind to grope\nOver them all, and for three days aloud\nCall'd on them who were dead.Thus having spoke,\n\nOnce more upon the wretched skull his teeth\nHe fasten'd, like a mastiff's 'gainst the bone\nFirm and unyielding.shame\nOf all the people, who their dwelling make\nIn that fair region, where th' Italian voice\nIs heard, since that thy neighbours are so slack\nTo punish, from their deep foundations rise\nCapraia and Gorgona, and dam up\nThe mouth of Arno, that each soul in thee\nMay perish in the waters!What if fame\nReported that thy castles were betray'd\nBy Ugolino, yet no right hadst thou\nTo stretch his children on the rack.For them,\nBrigata, Ugaccione, and the pair\nOf gentle ones, of whom my song hath told,\nTheir tender years, thou modern Thebes!Onward we pass'd,\nWhere others skarf'd in rugged folds of ice\nNot on their feet were turn'd, but each revers'd.There very weeping suffers not to weep;\nFor at their eyes grief seeking passage finds\nImpediment, and rolling inward turns\nFor increase of sharp anguish: the first tears\nHang cluster'd, and like crystal vizors show,\nUnder the socket brimming all the cup.Now though the cold had from my face dislodg'd\nEach feeling, as 't were callous,", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"Whence cometh this,\"\nSaid I, \"my master?The hallway is east of the bathroom.Is not here below\nAll vapour quench'd?\"The office is west of the bathroom.--\"'Thou shalt be speedily,\"\nHe answer'd, \"where thine eye shall tell thee whence\nThe cause descrying of this airy shower.\"Then cried out one in the chill crust who mourn'd:\n\"O souls so cruel!that the farthest post\nHath been assign'd you, from this face remove\nThe harden'd veil, that I may vent the grief\nImpregnate at my heart, some little space\nEre it congeal again!\"I thus replied:\n\"Say who thou wast, if thou wouldst have mine aid;\nAnd if I extricate thee not, far down\nAs to the lowest ice may I descend!\"\"The friar Alberigo,\" answered he,\n\"Am I, who from the evil garden pluck'd\nIts fruitage, and am here repaid, the date\nMore luscious for my fig.\"--\"Hah!\"I exclaim'd,\n\"Art thou too dead!\"--\"How in the world aloft\nIt fareth with my body,\" answer'd he,\n\"I am right ignorant.Such privilege\nHath Ptolomea, that ofttimes the soul\nDrops hither, ere by Atropos divorc'd.What, we ask, do these preface-writers say about the book to which they\ngave their _imprimatur_?They have no intention whatever of\nwriting a new book.Their aim is to adapt old books to new needs.{48} Adaptation, not invention, is their aim.Four times in their\nshort Preface they refer us to \"the ancient Fathers\" as their guides.Two dangers, they tell us, have to be\navoided.In compiling a Liturgy from Ancient Sources, one danger will\nbe that of \"too much stiffness in _refusing_\" new matter--i.e.letting\na love of permanence spoil progress: another, and opposite danger, will\nbe \"too much easiness in _admitting_\" any variation--i.e.letting a\nlove of progress spoil permanence.They will try to avoid both\ndangers.\"It hath been the wisdom of the Church of England to keep the\nmean between the two extremes,\" when either extreme runs away from the\n\"faith once delivered to the Saints \".Another object they had in view was to give a prominent place to Holy\nScripture.\"So that here,\" they say, \"you have an Order for Prayer,\nand for the reading of the Holy Scriptures, much agreeable to the mind\nand purpose of _the old Fathers_.\"Next, they deal with the principles which underlie all ritualism.In\nspeaking \"of Ceremonies, why some be abolished and some {49} retained,\"\nthey lay it down that, \"although the keeping or admitting of a\nCeremony, in itself considered, is but a small thing, yet the wilful\nand contemptuous transgression and breaking of a Common Order and\ndiscipline is no small offence before God\".Then, in a golden\nsentence, they add: \"Whereas the minds", "question": "What is the bathroom west of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Finally, whilst wishing to ease men from the oppressive burden of a\nmultitude of ceremonies, \"whereof St.Augustine, in his time,\ncomplained,\" they assert the right of each Church to make its own\nritual-rules (in conformity with the rules of the whole Church),\nprovided that it imposes them on no one else.\"And in these our doings\nwe condemn no other nations, nor prescribe anything but to our own\npeople only; for we think it {50} convenient that every country should\nuse such ceremonies as they shall think best.\"It is necessary to call attention to all this, because few Church\npeople seem to know anything about the intentions, objects, and\nprinciples of the compilers, as stated by themselves in the Prayer Book\nPreface.These a reviewer might briefly deal with under three heads--Doctrine,\nDiscipline, and Devotion.The garden is north of the bedroom._Doctrine._\n\nThe importance of this cannot be exaggerated.The English Prayer Book\nis, for the ordinary Churchman, a standard of authority when\ntheological doctors differ.The _Prayer Book_ is the Court of Appeal\nfrom the pulpit--just as the Undivided Church is the final Court of\nAppeal from the Prayer Book.Many a man is honestly puzzled and\nworried at the charge so frequently levelled at the Church of England,\nthat one preacher flatly contradicts another, and that what is taught\nas truth in one church is denied as heresy in another.The bedroom is north of the office.This is, of\ncourse, by no {51} means peculiar to the Church of England, but it is\nnone the less a loss to the unity of Christendom.The whole mischief arises from treating the individual preacher as if\nhe were the Book of Common Prayer.It is to the Prayer Book, not to\nthe Pulpit, that we must go to prove what is taught.For instance, I\ngo into one church, and I hear one preacher deny the doctrine of\nBaptismal Regeneration; I go into another, and I hear the same doctrine\ntaught as the very essence of The Faith.I ask, in despair, what does\nthe Church of England teach?I am not bound to believe either teacher,\nuntil I have tested his utterances by some authorized book.What does the Church of England Prayer Book--not\nthis or that preacher--say is the teaching of the Church of England?In the case quoted, this is the Prayer Book answer: \"Seeing now, dearly\nbeloved brethren, that _this child is regenerate_\".[8] Here is\nsomething clear, crisp, definite.It is the authorized expression of\nthe belief of the Church of England in common with the whole Catholic\nChurch.{52}\n\nOr, I hear two sermons on conversion.In one, conversion is almost\nsneered at, or, at least, apologized for; in another, it is taught with\nall the fervour of a personal experience.What\ndoes the Church of England teach about it?Open it at the Feast of the Conversion of St.Paul, or at the\nthird Collect for Good Friday, and you will hear a trumpet which gives\nno uncertain sound.Or, I am wondering and worried about", "question": "What is north of the bedroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The garden is north of the bedroom.What\ndoes the Church of England teach about them?One preacher says one\nthing, one another.But what is the Church of England's authoritative\nutterance on the subject?Open your Prayer Book, and you will see: you\nwill find that, with the rest of the Christian Church, she provides for\nboth, in public and in private, for the strong, and for the sick.This, at least, is the view an honest onlooker will take of our\nposition.A common-sense Nonconformist minister, wishing to teach his\npeople and to get at facts, studies the English Prayer Book.This is\nhis conclusion: \"Free Churchmen,\" he writes, \"dissent from much of the\nteaching of the Book of Common Prayer.In {53} the service of Baptism,\nexpressions are used which naturally lead persons to regard it as a\nmeans of salvation.God is asked to'sanctify this water to the\nmystical washing away of sin'.After Baptism, God is thanked for\nhaving'regenerated the child with His Holy Spirit'.It is called the\n'laver of regeneration,' by which the child, being born in sin, is\nreceived into the number of God's children.In the Catechism, the\nchild is taught to say of Baptism, 'wherein I was made the child of\nGod'.It is said to be 'generally necessary to salvation,' and the\nrubric declares that children who are baptized, and die before they\ncommit actual sin, are undoubtedly saved'.\"[9]  What could be a fairer\nstatement of the Prayer-Book teaching?Sometimes, the doctor put in wine, cider, brandy, or some drink that\ncontained alcohol, to see what it would do.It was carried away very\nquickly; but during the little time it stayed, it did nothing but harm.The kitchen is north of the garden.It injured the gastric juice, so that it could not mix with the food.If the doctor had put in more alcohol, day after day, as one does who\ndrinks liquor, sores would perhaps have come on the delicate lining of\nthe stomach.Sometimes the stomach is so hurt by alcohol, that the\ndrinker dies.If the stomach can not do its work well, the whole body\nmust suffer from want of the good food it needs.[C]\n\n\nTOBACCO AND THE MOUTH.The saliva in the mouth helps to prepare the food, before it goes into\nthe stomach.Tobacco makes the mouth very dry, and more saliva has to\nflow out to moisten it.But tobacco juice is mixed with the saliva, and that must not be\nswallowed.It must be spit out, and with it is sent the saliva that was\nneeded to help prepare the food.Tobacco discolors the teeth, makes bad sores in the mouth, and often\ncauses a disease of the throat.You can tell where some people have been, by the neatness and comfort\nthey leave after them.You can tell where the tobacco-user has been, by the dirty floor, and\nstreet, and the air made unfit to breathe, because of the smoke and\nstrong, bad smell of old tobacco from", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "the back\n          teeth?What is the upper room of this box called?the\n          lower room?What do the stomach and the gastric juice do\n          to the food we have eaten?How did anybody find out what the stomach\n          could do?Why must all the food we eat be changed?Why do people who are not growing need food?What does alcohol do to the gastric juice?to\n          the stomach?How does the habit of spitting injure a\n          person?The office is north of the bathroom.How does the tobacco-user annoy other people?FOOTNOTE:\n\n[Footnote C: The food is partly prepared by the liver and some other\norgans.]WHAT DOES THE BODY NEED FOR FOOD?[Illustration: N]OW that you know how the body is fed, you must next\nlearn what to feed it with; and what each part needs to make it grow and\nto keep it strong and well.A large part of your body is made of water.So you need, of course, to\ndrink water, and to have it used in preparing your food.The bedroom is south of the bathroom.Water comes from the clouds, and is stored up in cisterns or in springs\nin the ground.From these pipes are laid to lead the water to our\nhouses.Sometimes, men dig down until they reach a spring, and so make a well\nfrom which they can pump the water, or dip it out with a bucket.Water that has been standing in lead pipes, may have some of the lead\nmixed with it.Such water would be very likely to poison you, if you\ndrank it.Impurities are almost sure to soak into a well if it is near a drain or\na stable.If you drink the water from such a well, you may be made very sick by\nit.It is better to go thirsty, until you can get good water.A sufficient quantity of pure water to drink is just as important for\nus, as good food to eat.We could not drink all the water that our bodies need.We take a large\npart of it in our food, in fruits and vegetables, and even in beefsteak\nand bread.You remember the bone that was nothing but crumbling\nlime after it had been in the fire.We can not eat lime; but the grass and the grains take it out of the\nearth.Then the cows eat the grass and turn it into milk, and in the\nmilk we drink, we get some of the lime to feed our bones.[Illustration: _Lime being prepared for our use._]\n\nIn the same way, the grain growing in the field takes up lime and other\nthings that we need, but could not eat for ourselves.The lime that thus\nbecomes a part of the grain, we get in our bread, oat-meal porridge, and\nother foods.Animals need salt, as children who live in the country know very well.They have seen how eagerly the cows and the sheep lick up the salt that\nthe farmer gives them.Even wild cattle", "question": "What is north of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "We, too, need some salt mixed with our food.If we did not put it in,\neither when cooking, or afterward, we should still get a little in the\nfood itself.Muscles are lean meat, that is flesh; so muscles need flesh-making\nfoods.These are milk, and grains like wheat, corn and oats; also, meat\nand eggs.Most of these foods really come to us out of the ground.Meat\nand eggs are made from the grain, grass, and other vegetables that the\ncattle and hens eat.We need cushions and wrappings of fat, here and there in our bodies, to\nkeep us warm and make us comfortable.So we must have certain kinds of\nfood that will make fat.[Illustration: _Esquimaux catching walrus._]\n\nThere are right places and wrong places for fat, as well as for other\nthings in this world.When alcohol puts fat into the muscles, that is\nfat badly made, and in the wrong place.The good fat made for the parts of the body which need it, comes from\nfat-making foods.In cold weather, we need more fatty food than we do in summer, just as\nin cold countries people need such food all the time.The Esquimaux, who live in the lands of snow and ice, catch a great many\nwalrus and seal, and eat a great deal of fat meat.You would not be well\nunless you ate some fat or butter or oil.Sugar will make fat, and so will starch, cream, rice, butter, and fat\nmeat.As milk will make muscle and fat and bones, it is the best kind of\nfood.The hallway is south of the bathroom.Here, again, it is the earth that sends us our food.Fat meat\ncomes from animals well fed on grain and grass; sugar, from sugar-cane,\nmaple-trees, or beets; oil, from olive-trees; butter, from cream; and\nstarch, from potatoes, and from corn, rice, and other grains.I thought, fool that I\nwas, it was a mere engagement she was alluding to, and took the insanest\nhope from these words; and when, in a moment later I heard her uncle\nreply, in his sternest tone, that she had irreparably forfeited her\nclaims to his regard and favor, I did not need her short and bitter cry\nof shame and disappointment, or that low moan for some one to help her,\nfor me to sound his death-knell in my heart.Creeping back to my own\nroom, I waited till I heard her reascend, then I stole forth.Calm as\nI had ever been in my life, I went down the stairs just as I had seen\nmyself do in my dream, and knocking lightly at the library door, went\nin.Leavenworth was sitting in his usual place writing.\"Excuse me,\" said I as he looked up, \"I have lost my memorandum-book,\nand think it possible I may have dropped it in the passage-way when I\nwent for the wine.\"He bowed, and I hurried past him into the closet.Once there,The bedroom is north of the bathroom.", "question": "What is north of the bathroom?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Without a groan his head fell forward on his hands, and Mary\nLeavenworth was the virtual possessor of the thousands she coveted.My first thought was to procure the letter he was writing.Approaching\nthe table, I tore it out from under his hands, looked at it, saw that\nit was, as I expected, a summons to his lawyer, and thrust it into my\npocket, together with the letter from Mr.Clavering, which I perceived\nlying spattered with blood on the table before me.Not till this was\ndone did I think of myself, or remember the echo which that low, sharp\nreport must have made in the house.Dropping the pistol at the side of\nthe murdered man, I stood ready to shriek to any one who entered that\nMr.But I was saved from committing such\na folly.The report had not been heard, or if so, had evidently failed\nto create an alarm.The office is west of the bedroom.No one came, and I was left to contemplate my\nwork undisturbed and decide upon the best course to be taken to avoid\ndetection.A moment's study of the wound made in his head by the\nbullet convinced me of the impossibility of passing the affair off as\na suicide, or even the work of a burglar.To any one versed in such\nmatters it was manifestly a murder, and a most deliberate one.My one\nhope, then, lay in making it as mysterious as it was deliberate, by\ndestroying all due to the motive and manner of the deed.Picking up the\npistol, I carried it into the other room with the intention of\ncleaning it, but finding nothing there to do it with, came back for the\nhandkerchief I had seen lying on the floor at Mr.It\nwas Miss Eleanore's, but I did not know it till I had used it to clean\nthe barrel; then the sight of her initials in one corner so shocked me\nI forgot to clean the cylinder, and only thought of how I could do\naway with this evidence of her handkerchief having been employed for a\npurpose so suspicious.Not daring to carry it from the room, I sought\nfor means to destroy it; but finding none, compromised the matter by\nthrusting it deep down behind the cushion of one of the chairs, in the\nhope of being able to recover and burn it the next day.This done, I\nreloaded the pistol, locked it up, and prepared to leave the room.But here the horror which usually follows such deeds struck me like a\nthunderbolt and made me for the first time uncertain in my action.I\nlocked the door on going out, something I should never have done.Not\ntill I reached the top of the stairs did I realize my folly; and then it\nwas too late, for there before me, candle in hand, and surprise written\non every feature of her face, stood Hannah, one of the servants, looking\nat me.\"Lor, sir, where have you been?\"she cried, but strange to say, in a\nlow tone.The bathroom is west of the office.\"You look as if you had seen a ghost.\"And her eyes turned\nsuspiciously to the key which", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "I felt as if some one had clutched me round the throat.Thrusting the\nkey into my pocket, I took a step towards her.\"I will tell you what I\nhave seen if you will come down-stairs,\" I whispered; \"the ladies will\nbe disturbed if we talk here,\" and smoothing my brow as best I could,\nI put out my hand and drew her towards me.What my motive was I hardly\nknew; the action was probably instinctive; but when I saw the look which\ncame into her face as I touched her, and the alacrity with which she\nprepared to follow me, I took courage, remembering the one or two\nprevious tokens I had had of this girl's unreasonable susceptibility to\nmy influence; a susceptibility which I now felt could be utilized and\nmade to serve my purpose.Taking her down to the parlor floor, I drew her into the depths of\nthe great drawing-room, and there told her in the least alarming\nway possible what had happened to Mr.She was of course\nintensely agitated, but she did not scream;--the novelty of her position\nevidently bewildering her--and, greatly relieved, I went on to say that\nI did not know who committed the deed, but that folks would declare it\nwas I if they knew I had been seen by her on the stairs with the library\nkey in my hand.\"But I won't tell,\" she whispered, trembling violently\nin her fright and eagerness.I will say I\ndidn't see anybody.\"The hallway is south of the office.But I soon convinced her that she could never keep\nher secret if the police once began to question her, and, following\nup my argument with a little cajolery, succeeded after a long while in\nwinning her consent to leave the house till the storm should be blown\nover.The bathroom is south of the hallway.But that given, it was some little time before I could make her\ncomprehend that she must depart at once and without going back after her\nthings.Not till I brightened up her wits by a promise to marry her some\nday if she only obeyed me now, did she begin to look the thing in\nthe face and show any evidence of the real mother wit she evidently\npossessed.Belden would take me in,\" said she, \"if I could only\nget to R----.She takes everybody in who asks, her; and she would\nkeep me, too, if I told her Miss Mary sent me.But I can't get there\nto-night.\"I immediately set to work to convince her that she could.The midnight\ntrain did not leave the city for a half-hour yet, and the distance to\nthe depot could be easily walked by her in fifteen minutes.And she was afraid she couldn't find\nher way!The first musician--probably the leader of the\nband, as he marches alone at the head of the procession--is playing\nupon a harp.Behind him are two men; one with a dulcimer and the\nother with a double-pipe: then follow two men with harps.Next come\nsix female musicians, four of whom are playing upon harps, while one\nis blowing a double-pipe and another is beating", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Close behind the instrumental performers are\nthe singers, consisting of a chorus of females and children.They are\nclapping their hands in time with the music, and some of the musicians\nare dancing to the measure.One of the female singers is holding her\nhand to her throat in the same manner as the women in Syria, Arabia,\nand Persia are in the habit of doing at the present day when producing,\non festive occasions, those peculiarly shrill sounds of rejoicing which\nhave been repeatedly noticed by travellers.The dulcimer is in too imperfect a state on the bas-relief to\nfamiliarize us with its construction.The slab representing the\nprocession in which it occurs has been injured; the defect which\nextended over a portion of the dulcimer has been repaired, and it\ncannot be said that in repairing it much musical knowledge has been\nevinced.The instrument of the Trigonon species was held horizontally, and was\ntwanged with a rather long plectrum slightly bent at the end at which\nit was held by the performer.It is of frequent occurrence on the\nbas-reliefs.A number of them appear to have been generally played\ntogether.At any rate, we find almost invariably on the monuments two\ntogether, evidently implying \u201cmore than one,\u201d \u201ca number.\u201d The left hand\nof the performer seems to have been occupied in checking the vibration\nof the strings when its discontinuance was required.From the position\nof the strings the performer could not have struck them as those of\nthe dulcimer are struck.If he did not twang them, he may have drawn\nthe plectrum across them.Indeed, for twanging, a short plectrum would\nhave been more practical, considering that the strings are placed\nhorizontally one above the other at regular distances.It is therefore\nby no means improbable that we have here a rude prototype of the violin\nbow.The Lyre occurs in three different forms, and is held horizontally\nin playing, or at least nearly so.Its front bar was generally either\noblique or slightly curved.The strings were tied round the bar so as\nto allow of their being pushed upwards or downwards.In the former case\nthe tension of the strings increases, and the notes become therefore\nhigher; on the other hand, if the strings are pushed lower down the\npitch of the notes must become deeper.The lyre was played with a small\nplectrum as well as with the fingers.The Assyrian trumpet was very similar to the Egyptian.Furthermore, we\nmeet with three kinds of drums, of which one is especially noteworthy\non account of its odd shape, somewhat resembling a sugar-loaf; with\nthe tambourine; with two kinds of cymbals; and with bells, of which\na considerable number have been found in the mound of Nimroud.These\nbells, which have greatly withstood the devastation of time, are but\nsmall in size, the largest of them being only 3\u00bc inches in height\nand 2\u00bd inches in diameter.The bathroom is south of the office.Most of them have a hole at the top, in\nwhich probably the clapper was fastened.They are made of copperThe bedroom is south of the bathroom.", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Instrumental music was used by the Assyrians and Babylonians in their\nreligious observances.This is obvious from the sculptures, and is to\nsome extent confirmed by the mode of worship paid by command of king\nNebuchadnezzar to the golden image: \u201cThen an herald cried aloud, To\nyou it is commanded, O people, nations, and languages, that at what\ntime ye hear the sound of the cornet, flute, harp, sackbut, psaltery,\ndulcimer, and all kinds of musick, ye fall down and worship the golden\nimage that Nebuchadnezzar the king hath set up.\u201d The kings appear\nto have maintained at their courts musical bands, whose office it\nwas to perform secular music at certain times of the day or on fixed\noccasions.Of king Darius we are told that, when he had cast Daniel\ninto the den of lions, he \u201cwent to his palace, and passed the night\nfasting, neither were instruments of musick brought before him;\u201d from\nwhich we may conclude that his band was in the habit of playing before\nhim in the evening.A similar custom prevailed also at the court of\nJerusalem, at least in the time of David and Solomon; both of whom\nappear to have had their royal private bands, besides a large number of\nsingers and instrumental performers of sacred music who were engaged in\nthe Temple.As regards the musical instruments of the Hebrews, we are from biblical\nrecords acquainted with the names of many of them; but representations\nto be trusted are still wanting, and it is chiefly from an examination\nof the ancient Egyptian and Assyrian instruments that we can conjecture\nalmost to a certainty their construction and capabilities.From various\nindications, which it would be too circumstantial here to point out, we\nbelieve the Hebrews to have possessed the following instruments:\n\nTHE HARP.There cannot be a doubt that the Hebrews possessed the\nharp, seeing that it was a common instrument among the Egyptians\nand Assyrians.But it is uncertain which of the Hebrew names of the\nstringed instruments occurring in the Bible really designates the harp.Some writers on Hebrew music consider the _nebel_ to have\nbeen a kind of dulcimer; others conjecture the same of the _psanterin_\nmentioned in the book of Daniel,--a name which appears to be synonymous\nwith the _psalterion_ of the Greeks, and from which also the present\noriental dulcimer, _santir_, may have been derived.Some of the\ninstruments mentioned in the book of Daniel may have been synonymous\nwith some which occur in other parts of the Bible under Hebrew names;\nthe names given in Daniel being Chald\u00e6an.The bedroom is east of the garden.The _asor_ was a ten-stringed\ninstrument played with a plectrum, and is supposed to have borne some\nresemblance to the _nebel_.This instrument is represented on some Hebrew coins generally\nascribed to Judas Maccab\u00e6us, who lived in the second century before the\nChristian era.There are several of them in the British museum; some\nThe office is east of the bedroom.", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "On three of them are lyres\nwith three strings, another has one with five, and another one with six\nstrings.The two sides of the frame appear to have been made of the\nhorns of animals, or they may have been of wood formed in imitation of\ntwo horns which originally were used.Lyres thus constructed are still\nfound in Abyssinia.The Hebrew square-shaped lyre of the time of Simon\nMaccab\u00e6us is probably identical with the _psalterion_.We can\nthen more easily make our way.We are entirely out of danger for\nto-night.\"To this Ferror assented, and the two boys crept as far back as they\ncould and snuggled down close together.Fred noticed that Ferror still\ntrembled, and that his hands were still as cold as ice.The storm had ceased, but the wind sobbed and moaned through the trees\nlike a thing of life, sighing one moment like a person in anguish, and\nthen wailing like a lost soul.An owl near by added its solemn hootings\nto the already dismal night.Fred felt Ferror shudder and try to creep\nstill closer to him.Both boys remained silent for a long time, but at\nlength Fred said:\n\n\"Ferror, shooting that sentinel was awful.I had almost rather have\nremained a prisoner.\"I did not know the sentinel was there,\" answered Ferror, \"or I could\nhave avoided him.As it was, it had to be done.It was a case of life or\ndeath.Fred, do you know who the sentinel was?\"\"It was Drake; I saw his face by the flash of my pistol, just for a\nsecond, but it was enough.I can see it now,\" and he shuddered.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.\"No, Ferror; if I had been in your place, I might have done the same,\nbut that would have made it none the less horrible.\"The bathroom is north of the office.\"Fred, you will despise me; but I must tell you.\"\"Drake is not the first man I have killed to-night.\"Fred sprang up and involuntarily drew away from him.\"After I was relieved from guard, and before I joined you, I stabbed\nCaptain Bascom through the heart.\"A low cry of horror escaped Fred's lips.\"Listen to my story, Fred, and then despise me as a murderer if you\nwill.My mother is a widow, residing in Tazewell county, Virginia.I am\nan only son, but I have two lovely sisters.I was always headstrong,\nliking my own way.Of course, I was humored and petted.When the war\nbroke out I was determined to enlist.My mother and sisters wept and\nprayed, and at last I promised to wait.But about two months ago I was\ndown at Abingdon, and was asked to take a glass of wine.I think it was\ndrugged, for when I came to myself I found that I was an enlisted\nsoldier.Worse than all, I found that this man Bascom was an officer in\nthe company to which I belonged.Bascom is a low-lived, drunken brute.Mother had him", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "When he got out, he left the neighborhood, but swore\nhe would have revenge on every one of the name.I think he was in hopes that by brutal treatment he could make me\ndesert, so he could have me shot if captured.When he struck me the\nother day, when I spoke to you, I resolved then and there to kill him.\"\"I know,\" replied Fred, in a low tone.\"God only knows what I have suffered from the hands of that man during\nthe last two months.I have had provocation enough to kill him a\nthousand times.\"\"I know, I know,\" replied Fred; \"but to kill him in his sleep.I would\nnot have blamed you if you had shot him down when he gave you that blow.\"It would have been best,\" sobbed Ferror, for the first time giving way\nto his feelings.The bedroom is north of the office.\"Oh, mother, what will you think of your boy!\"Then he\nsaid, chokingly: \"Fred, don't desert me, don't despise me; I can't bear\nit.I believe if you turn from me now, I shall become one of the most\ndesperate of criminals.\"\"No, Ferror,\" said Fred; \"I will neither desert nor judge you.You have\ndone something I had rather lose my life than do.But for the present\nour fortunes are linked together.If we are captured, both will suffer\nan ignominious death.Therefore, much as I abhor your act, I cannot\ndivorce myself from the consequences.Then let us resolve, come what\nmay, we will never be taken alive.\"Ferror grasped Fred's hand, and pressing it fervently, replied: \"If we\nare captured, it will only be my dead body which will be taken, even if\nI have to send a bullet through my own heart.\"After this the boys said little, and silently waited for the light.With the first gleam of the morning, they started on their way, thinking\nonly of getting as far as possible from the scene of that night of\nhorror.As the sun arose, the mountains and then the valleys were flooded with\nits golden light.At any other time the glorious landscape spread out\nbefore them would have filled Fred's soul with delight; but as it was,\nhe only eagerly scanned the road which ran through the valley, hoping to\ncatch sight of Nelson's advancing columns.\"They will surely come before long,\" said Fred.\"By ten o'clock we\nshould be inside of the Federal lines and safe.\"But if Fred had heard what was passing in the Rebel camp he would not\nhave been so sanguine.Lieutenant Davis, officer of the guard, and Colonel Williams were in\nclose consultation.\"Colonel,\" said the lieutenant, \"I do not believe the Yankees are\npursuing us.Those boys will take it for granted that we will continue\nour retreat, and will soon come down off the mountains into the road.Let me take a couple of companies of cavalry, and I will station men in\nambush along the road as far back as it is safe to go.In this way I\nbelieve we stand a chance to catch them.\"The colonel consented, and, therefore, before theThe kitchen is south of the office.", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The boys trailed along the mountain side until nearly noon, but the\nsides of the mountain were so seamed and gashed they made slow progress.Gaining a high point, they looked towards Piketon, and in the far\ndistance saw an advancing column of cavalry.\"There is nothing to be seen to the south,\" said Fred.\"I think we can\ndescend to the road in safety.\"So they cautiously made their way down\nto the road.\"Let us look well to our arms,\" said Fred.\"We must be prepared for any\nemergency.\"So their revolvers were carefully examined, fresh caps put in, and every\nprecaution taken.They came out on the road close to a little valley\nfarm.In front of the cabin stood a couple of horses hitched.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.After\ncarefully looking at the horses, Ferror said: \"Fred, one of those horses\nbelongs to Lieutenant Davis.He has ridden back to see if he could not\ncatch sight of us.Nelson's men will soon send him back flying.\"Then a wild idea took possession of the boys.It was no less than to try\nand get possession of the horses.Wouldn't it be grand to enter the\nFederal lines in triumph, riding the horses of their would-be captors!Without stopping to think of the danger, they at once acted on the idea.We wonder how the great scholar, Cotton Mather, could\nhave believed in and taught witchcraft.What shall we think, in this\nenlightened age, of judges pleading for the healing (?)virtues of\nChristian Science, or of college professors taking treatment from a\nChiropractor or magnetic healer; or of the scores of A.B.s, A.M.s, M.D.s,\nPh.D.s, who espouse Osteopathy and use the powers of their supposedly\nsuperior intellect in its propagation?We can only come to this conclusion: The college education of to-day does\nnot necessarily make one proof against graft.In fact, it seems that when\nit comes to belief in \"new scientific discoveries,\" the educated are even\nmore easily imposed upon than the ignorant.The ignorant man is apt to be\nsuspicious of new things, especially things that are supposed to require\nscientific knowledge to comprehend.On the other hand, the man who prides\nhimself on his learning is sure he can take care of himself, and often\nthinks it a proof of his superior intelligence to be one of the charter\nmembers of every scientific fad that is sprung on the people by some\ncollege professor who is striving for a medal for work done in original\nresearch.Whatever the reason may be, the fact remains that frauds and grafts are\nperpetrated upon educated people to-day.In the preceding chapter I tried\nto tell in a general way what some of the grafts are, and something of the\nsocial conditions that help to produce the grafters.The hallway is west of the kitchen.I shall now give some\nof the reasons why shysters find so many easy victims for their grafts.When it comes to grafting in connection with therapeutics, the layman's\neducational armor, which affords him protection against most forms of\ngraft in business, seems", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "True, it affords protection\nagainst the more vulgar nostrum grafting that claims its millions of\nvictims among the masses; but when the educated man meets the \"new\ndiscovery,\" \"new method\" grafter he bares his bosom and welcomes him as a\nfriend and fellow-scientist.It is the educated man's creed to-day to\naccept everything that comes to him in the name of science.The average educated man knows nothing whatever of the theory and _modus\noperandi_ of therapeutics.He is perhaps possessed of some knowledge of\neverything on the earth, in the heaven above, and in the waters beneath.The garden is north of the office.He is, however, densely ignorant of one of the most important things of\nall--therapeutics--the matter of possessing an intelligent conception of\nwhat are rational and competent means of caring for his body when it is\nattacked by disease.A man who writes A.M., D.D., or LL.D.after his name\nwill send for a physician of \"any old school,\" and put his life or the\nlife of a member of his family into his hands with no intelligent idea\nwhatever as to whether the right thing is being done to save that life.The hallway is south of the office.Is this ignorance of therapeutics on the part of the otherwise educated\nthe result of a studied policy of physicians to mystify the public and\nkeep their theories from the laity?I read in a medical magazine recently a question the editor\nput to his patrons.He told them he had returned money sent by a layman\nfor a year's subscription to his journal, and asked if such action met\ntheir approval.If the majority of the physicians who read his journal do\napprove his action, their motives _may_ be based on considerations that\nare for the public good, for aught I know, but as a representative layman\nI see much more to commend in the attitude of the editor of the _Journal\nof the A. M. A._ on the question of admitting the public to the confidence\nof the physician.As I have quoted before, he says: \"The time has passed\nwhen we can wrap ourselves in a cloak of professional dignity and assume\nan attitude of infallibility toward the public.\"Such sentiment freely\nexpressed would, I believe, soon change the attitude of the laity toward\nphysicians from one which is either suspicion or open hostility to one of\nrespect and sympathy.The argument has been made by physicians that it would not do for the\npublic to read all their discussions and descriptions of diseases, as\ntheir imagination would reproduce all the symptoms in themselves.Others\nhave urged that it will not do to let the public read professional\nliterature, for they might draw conclusions from the varied opinions they\nread that would not be for the good of the profession.Both arguments\nremind one of the arguments parents make as an excuse for not teaching\ntheir children the mysteries of reproduction.They did not want to put\nthoughts into the minds of their children that might do them harm.At the\nsame time they should know that the thoughts would be, and were being, put\ninto their children's minds from the most harmful and corrupting sources.Are not all symptoms of disease put before the people\nanyway, and from the", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "If medical men do not know\nthis, let them read some of the ads.And are\nthe contradictions and inconsistencies in discussions in medical journals\nkept from the public?If medical men think so, let them read the\nOsteopathic and \"independent\" journals.The public knows too much already,\nconsidering the sources from which the knowledge comes.Since people will\nbe informed, why not let them get information that is authentic?Before I studied the literature of leading medical journals I believed\nthat the biggest and brainiest physicians were in favor of fair and frank\ndealing with the public.I had learned this much from observation and\ncontact with medical men.After a careful study of the organ of the\nAmerican Medical Association my respect for that organization is greatly\nincreased by finding expressions in numbers of articles which show that my\nopinion was correct.The bedroom is east of the kitchen.In spite of all the vituperation that is heaped upon\nit, and in spite of the narrowness of individual members, the American\nMedical Association does seem to exist for the good of humanity.The\nstrongest recommendation I have found for it lies in the character of the\nschools and individuals who are most bitter against it.It is usually\ncomplimentary to a man to have rascals array themselves against him.There are many able men among physicians who feel keenly their\nlimitations, when they have done their best, and this class would gladly\nhave their patients understand the limitations as well as the powers of\nthe physician.In sorrow and disgust sometimes the conscientious physician\nrealizes that he is handicapped in his work to either prevent or cure\ndisease, because he has to work with people who have wrong notions of his\npower and of the potency of agencies he employs.The last faint murmurs of this moan had not yet died away, when a\nshout, or rather a yell like an Indian war whoop, rang through the\ncavern in a voice that made the very walls tremble, its thousand\nechoes rolling away like distant thunder.The bathroom is west of the kitchen.The whole group sprang to their feet aghast.The two woman followed by Black Bill, terror stricken, joined the\ngroup.This at least might be said of Hellena and the <DW64>.The latter\nclinging to the skirts of the white maiden for protection, as a mortal\nin the midst of demons might be supposed to seek the protection of an\nAngel.Captain Flint, now laying his hand violently on Lightfoot, said, \"What\ndoes all this mean?do you expect to frighten me by your juggling\ntricks, you infernal squaw?\"At these words he gave her a push that\nsent her staggering to the floor.In a moment he saw his mistake, and went to her assistance (but she\nhad risen before he reached her,) and endeavored to conciliate her\nwith kind words and presents.He took a gold chain from his pocket, and threw it about her neck, and\ndrew a gold ring from his own finger and placed it upon hers.These attentions she received in moody silence.All this was done by Flint, not from any feelings of remorse for the\ninjustice he had done the woman, but from a knowledge of how much he\nwas in her power and how dangerous her en", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Finding that she was not disposed to listen to him, he turned from her\nmuttering to himself:\n\n\"She'll come round all right by and by,\" and then addressing his men\nsaid:\n\n\"Boys, we must look into this matter; there's something about this\ncave we don't understand yet.There may be another one over it, or\nunder it.He did not repeat the explanation he had given before, feeling no\ndoubt, that it would be of no use.A careful examination of the walls of the cave were made by the whole\nparty, but to no purpose.Nothing was discovered that could throw any\nlight upon the mystery, and they were obliged to give it up.And thus they were compelled to let the matter rest for the present.When the morning came, the pirates all left with the exception of the\ncaptain, who remained, he said, for the purpose of making further\ninvestigations, but quite as much for the purpose of endeavoring to\nfind out whether or not, Lightfoot had anything to do with the\nproduction of the strange noises.But here again, he was fated to\ndisappointment.The Indian could not, or would not, give any\nsatisfactory explanation.The noises she contended were made by the braves of her nation who had\ngone to the spirit world, and who were angry because their sacred\ncavern had been profaned by the presence of the hated palefaces.Had he consulted Hellena, or Black Bill, his investigations would\nprobably have taken a different turn.The figure of the Indian having been seen by both Hellena and the\nblack, would have excited his curiosity if not his fears, and led him\nto look upon it as a more serious matter than he had heretofore\nsupposed.But he did not consult either of them, probably supposing them to be a\ncouple of silly individuals whose opinions were not worth having.If any doubt had remained in the minds of the men in regard to the\nsupernatural character of the noises which had startled them in the\ncave, they existed no longer.Even the Parson although generally ridiculing the idea of all sorts of\nghosts and hobgoblins, admitted that there was something in this\naffair that staggered him, and he joined with the others in thinking\nthat the sooner they shifted their quarters, the better.\"Don't you think that squaw had a hand in it?\"asked one of the men:\n\"didn't you notice how cool she took it all the while?\"\"That's a fact,\" said the Parson; \"it's strange I didn't think of that\nbefore.I shouldn't wonder if it wasn't after all, a plot contrived by\nher and some of her red-skinned brethren to frighten us out of the\ncave, and get hold of the plunder we've got stowed away there.\"The hallway is east of the bedroom.The garden is west of the bedroom.Some of the men now fell in with this opinion, and were for putting it\nto the proof by torturing Lightfoot until she confessed her guilt.The majority of the men, however, adhered to the original opinion that\nthe whole thing was supernatural, and that the more they meddled with\nit, the deeper they'd get themselves", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"My opinion is,\" said Old Ropes, \"that there's treasure buried there,\nand the whole thing's under a charm, cave, mountain, and all.\"\"If there's treasure buried there,\" said the Parson, \"I'm for having a\nshare of it.\"\"The only way to get treasure that's under charm,\" said Old Ropes, \"is\nto break the charm that binds it, by a stronger charm.\"\"It would take some blasting to get at treasure buried in that solid\nrock,\" said Jones Bradley.\"If we could only break the charm that holds the treasure, just as\nlike as not that solid rock would all turn into quicksand,\" replied\nOld Ropes.\"No; but I've seen them as has,\" replied Old Ropes.\"And more than that,\" continued Old Ropes, \"my belief is that Captain\nFlint is of the same opinion, though he didn't like to say so.The hallway is west of the bedroom.\"I shouldn't wonder now, if he hadn't some charm he was tryin', and\nthat was the reason why he stayed in the cave so much.\"\"I rather guess the charm that keeps the captain so much in the cave\nis a putty face,\" dryly remarked one of the men.While these things had been going on at the cavern, and Captain Flint\nhad been pretending to use his influence with the Indians for the\nrecovery of Hellena, Carl Rosenthrall himself had not been idle in the\nmeantime.He had dealings with Indians of the various tribes along the river,\nand many from the Far North, and West, and he engaged them to make\ndiligent search for his daughter among their people, offering tempting\nrewards to any who would restore her, or even tell him to a certainty,\nwhere she was to be found.In order to induce Fire Cloud to restore her in case it should prove\nit was he who was holding her in captivity, he sent word to that\nchief, that if he would restore his child, he would not only not have\nhim punished, but would load him with presents.The hallway is east of the kitchen.These offers, of course made through Captain Flint, who it was\nsupposed by Rosenthrall, had more opportunities than any one else of\ncommunicating with the old chief.How likely they would have been to reach the chief, even if he had\nbeen the real culprit, the reader can guess.In fact he had done all in his power to impress the Indian that to put\nhimself in the power of Rosenthrall, would be certain death to him.Thus more than a month passed without bringing to the distracted\nfather any tidings of his missing child.New York and other cities derive large\nsupplies from this source.The granite of Weehawken, N.J., is of the\nsame character, and greatly in demand.Port Deposit, Md., and Richmond,\nVa, are also centers of granite production.Near Abbeville, S.C., and\nin Georgia, granite is found quite like that of Quincy.Much southern\ngranite, however, decomposes readily, and is almost as soft as clay.This variety of stone is found in great abundance in the Rocky\nMountains; but, except to a slight", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Granite, having little grain, can be cut into blocks of almost any size\nand shape.Specimens as much as eighty feet long have been taken out and\ntransported great distances.The quarrying is done by drilling a series\nof small holes, six inches or more deep and almost the same distance\napart, inserting steel wedges along the whole line and then tapping each\ngently with a hammer in succession, in order that the strain may be\nevenly distributed.A building material that came into use earlier than granite is known as\nfreestone or sandstone; although its first employment does not date back\nfurther than the erection of King's Chapel, Boston, already referred to\nas the earliest well-known occasion where granite was used in building.Altogether the most famous American sandstone quarries are those at\nPortland, on the Connecticut River, opposite Middletown.These were\nworked before the Revolution; and their product has been shipped to many\ndistant points in the country.The long rows of \"brownstone fronts\" in\nNew York city are mostly of Portland stone, though in many cases the\nwalls are chiefly of brick covered with thin layers of the stone.The\nold red sandstone of the Connecticut valley is distinguished in geology\nfor the discovery of gigantic fossil footprints of birds, first noticed\nin the Portland quarries in 1802.Some of these footprints measured\nten to sixteen inches, and they were from four to six feet apart.The\nsandstone of Belleville, N.J., has also extensive use and reputation.Trinity Church in New York city and the Boston Atheneum are built of the\nproduct of these quarries; St.Lawrence County, New York, is noted also\nfor a fine bed of sandstone.At Potsdam it is exposed to a depth of\nseventy feet.There are places though, in New England, New York, and\nEastern Pennsylvania, where a depth of three hundred feet has been\nreached.The Potsdam sandstone is often split to the thinness of an\ninch.It hardens by exposure, and is often used for smelting furnace\nhearth-stones.Shawangunk Mountain, in Ulster County, yields a sandstone\nof inferior quality, which has been unsuccessfully tried for paving;\nas it wears very unevenly.The hallway is east of the bedroom.From Ulster, Greene, and Albany Counties\nsandstone slabs for sidewalks are extensively quarried for city use;\nthe principal outlets of these sections being Kingston, Saugerties,\nCoxsackie, Bristol, and New Baltimore, on the Hudson.In this region\nquantities amounting to millions of square feet are taken out in large\nsheets, which are often sawed into the sizes desired.The vicinity of\nMedina, in Western New York, yields a sandstone extensively used in that\nsection for paving and curbing, and a little for building.A rather poor\nquality of this stone has been found along the Potomac, and some of it\nwas used in the erection of the old Capitol building at Washington.Ohio yields a sandstone that is of a light gray color; Berea, Amherst,\nVermilion, and Massillon are the chief points of production.The hallway is west of the garden.", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Genevieve, Mo., yields a stone of fine grain of a light straw color,\nwhich is quite equal to the famous Caen stone of France.The Lake\nSuperior sandstones are dark and coarse grained, but strong.In some parts of the country, where neither granite nor sandstone\nis easily procured, blue and gray limestone are sometimes used for\nbuilding, and, when hammer dressed, often look like granite.A serious\nobjection to their use, however, is the occasional presence of iron,\nwhich rusts on exposure, and defaces the building.In Western New York\nthey are widely used.The bathroom is west of the kitchen.Topeka stone, like the coquine of Florida and\nBermuda, is soft like wood when first quarried, and easily wrought,\nbut it hardens on exposure.The limestones of Canton, Mo., Joliet and\nAthens, Ill., Dayton, Sandusky, Marblehead, and other points in Ohio,\nEllittsville, Ind., and Louisville and Bowling Green, Ky., are great\nfavorites west.In many of these regions limestone is extensively used\nfor macadamizing roads, for which it is excellently adapted.It also\nyields excellent slabs or flags for sidewalks.One of the principal uses of this variety of stone is its conversion, by\nburning, into lime for building purposes.All limestones are by no\nmeans equally excellent in this regard.Thomaston lime, burned with\nPennsylvania coal, near the Penobscot River, has had a wide reputation\nfor nearly half a century.It has been shipped thence to all points\nalong the Atlantic coast, invading Virginia as far as Lynchburg, and\ngoing even to New Orleans, Smithfield, R.I., and Westchester County,\nN.Y., near the lower end of the Highlands, also make a particularly\nexcellent quality of lime.Kingston, in Ulster County, makes an inferior\nsort for agricultural purposes.The bathroom is east of the office.The Ohio and other western stones yield\na poor lime, and that section is almost entirely dependent on the east\nfor supplies.Marbles, like limestones, with which they are closely related, are very\nabundant in this country, and are also to be found in a great variety of\ncolors.As early as 1804 American marble was used for statuary purposes.Early in the century it also obtained extensive employment for\ngravestones.Its use for building purposes has been more recent than\ngranite and sandstone in this country; and it is coming to supersede the\nlatter to a great degree.For mantels, fire-places, porch pillars, and\nlike ornamental purposes, however, our variegated, rich colored and\nveined or brecciated marbles were in use some time before exterior walls\nwere made from them.Among the earliest marble buildings were Girard\nCollege in Philadelphia and the old City Hall in New York, and the\nCustom House in the latter city, afterward used for a sub-treasury.The\nnew Capitol building at Washington is among the more recent structures\ncomposed of this material.Our exports of marble to Cuba and elsewhere\namount to over $300,000 annually, although we import nearly the same\namount", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "And yet an article can be found in the United States\nfully as fine as the famous Carrara marble.We refer to that which comes\nfrom Rutland, Vt.This state yields the largest variety and choicest\nspecimens.The creation of the heart of Paine, historically traceable,\nis so wonderful, its outcome seems so supernatural, that in earlier ages\nhe might have been invested with fable, like some Avatar.Of some such\nman, no doubt, the Hindu poets dreamed in their picture of young Arguna\n(in the _Bhagavatgita_).The warrior, borne to the battlefield in his\nchariot, finds arrayed against him his kinsmen, friends, preceptors.He bids his charioteer pause; he cannot fight those he loves.His\ncharioteer turns: 't is the radiant face of divine Chrishna, his\nSaviour!Even He has led him to this grievous contention with kinsmen,\nand those to whose welfare he was devoted.Chrishna instructs his\ndisciple that the war is an illusion; it is the conflict by which,\nfrom age to age, the divine life in the world is preserved.\"This\nimperishable devotion I declared to the sun, the sun delivered it to\nManu, Manu to Ikshaku; handed down from one to another it was studied by\nthe royal sages.In the lapse of time that devotion was lost.It is even\nthe same discipline which I this day communicate to thee, for thou\nart my servant and my friend.Both thou and I have passed through many\nbirths.Mine are known to me; thou knowest not of thine.The bedroom is north of the bathroom.I am made\nevident by my own power: as often as there is a decline of virtue, and\nan insurrection of wrong and injustice in the world, I appear.\"The bathroom is north of the office.Paine could not indeed know his former births; and, indeed, each former\nself of his--Wycliffe, Fox, Roger Williams--was sectarianized beyond\nrecognition.He could hardly see kinsmen in the Unitarians, who were\nespecially eager to disown the heretic affiliated on them by opponents;\nnor in the Wesleyans, though in him was the blood of their apostle, who\ndeclared salvation a present life, free to all.In a profounder sense,\nPaine was George Fox.Here was George Fox disowned, freed from his\naccidents, naturalized in the earth and humanized in the world of men.Paine is explicable only by the intensity of his Quakerism, consuming\nits own traditions as once the church's ceremonies and sacraments.On\nhim, in Thetford meeting-house, rolled the burden of that Light that\nenlighteneth every man, effacing distinctions of rank, race, sex, making\nall equal, clearing away privilege, whether of priest or mediator,\nsubjecting all scriptures to its immediate illumination.This faith was a fearful heritage to carry, even in childhood, away from\nthe Quaker environment which, by mixture with modifying \"survivals,\" in\nhabit and doctrine, cooled the fiery gospel for the average tongue.The intermarriage of Paine", "question": "What is north of the bathroom?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The office is north of the bathroom.A child brought up\nwithout respect for the conventional symbols of religion, or even with\npious antipathy to them, is as if born with only one spiritual skin; he\nwill bleed at a touch.\"I well remember, when about seven or eight years of age, hearing\na sermon read by a relation of mine, who was a great devotee of the\nChurch, upon the subject of what is called _redemption by the death of\nthe Son of God_.After the sermon was ended I went into the garden,\nand as I was going down the garden steps, (for I perfectly remember the\nspot), I revolted at the recollection of what I had heard, and thought\nto myself that it was making God Almighty act like a passionate man,\nthat killed his son when he could not revenge himself in any other way;\nand, as I was sure a man would be hanged that did such a thing, I could\nnot see for what purpose they preached such sermons.This was not one of\nthat kind of thoughts that had anything in it of childish levity; it was\nto me a serious reflection, arising from the idea I had, that God was\ntoo good to do such an action, and also too almighty to be under any\nnecessity of doing it.I believe in the same manner at this moment; and\nI moreover believe that any system of religion that has anything in it\nwhich shocks the mind of a child, cannot be a true system.\"The kitchen is south of the bathroom.The child took his misgivings out into the garden; he would not by a\ndenial shock his aunt Cocke's faith as his own had been shocked.For\nmany years he remained silent in his inner garden, nor ever was drawn\nout of it until he found the abstract dogma of the death of God's Son an\naltar for sacrificing men, whom he reverenced as all God's sons.What he\nused to preach at Dover and Sandwich cannot now be known.His ignorance\nof Greek and Latin, the scholastic \"humanities,\" had prevented his\nbecoming a clergyman, and introduced him to humanities of another kind.His mission was then among the poor and ignorant.*\n\n     * \"Old John Berry, the late Col.Hay's servant, told me he\n     knew Paine very well when he was at Dover--had heard him\n     preach there--thought him a staymaker by trade.\"--W.Weedon,\n     of Glynde, quoted in Notes and Queries (London), December\n     29, 1866.Sixteen years later he is in Philadelphia, attending the English Church,\nin which he had been confirmed.There were many deists in that Church,\nwhose laws then as now were sufficiently liberal to include them.In his\n\"Common Sense\" (published January 10, 1776) Paine used the reproof of\nIsrael (I. Samuel) for desiring a King.John Adams, a Unitarian and\nmonarchist, asked him if he really believed in the inspiration of the\nOld Testament.Paine said he did not, and intended at a later period to\npublish his opinions on the subject.There", "question": "What is the bathroom south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Before\nthat, soon after his arrival in the country, when he found African\nSlavery supported by the Old Testament, Paine had repudiated the\nauthority of that book; he declares it abolished by \"Gospel light,\"\nwhich includes man-stealing among the greatest crimes.When, a year\nlater, on the eve of the Revolution, he writes \"Common Sense,\" he has\nanother word to say about religion, and it is strictly what the human\nneed of the hour demands.Whatever his disbeliefs, he could never\nsacrifice human welfare to them, any more than he would, suffer dogmas\nto sacrifice the same.It would have been a grievous sacrifice of the\ngreat cause of republican independence, consequently, of religious\nliberty, had he introduced a theological controversy at the moment\nwhen it was of vital importance that the sects should rise above their\npartition-walls and unite for a great common end.I make use of\na Mouse, who, by reason of her trifling weight, will lend herself\nbetter to the insect's manoeuvres.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.The dead body is fixed by the\nhind-legs to the top of the stake with a ligature of raphia.It hangs\nplumb, in contact with the stick.Very soon two Necrophori have discovered the tit-bit.They climb up the\nminiature mast; they explore the body, dividing its fur by thrusts of\nthe head.Here we\nhave again, but under far more difficult conditions, the tactics\nemployed when it was necessary to displace the unfavourably situated\nbody: the two collaborators slip between the Mouse and the stake, when,\ntaking a grip of the latter and exerting a leverage with their backs,\nthey jerk and shake the body, which oscillates, twirls about, swings\naway from the stake and relapses.All the morning is passed in vain\nattempts, interrupted by explorations on the animal's body.In the afternoon the cause of the check is at last recognized; not very\nclearly, for in the first place the two obstinate riflers of the\ngallows attack the hind-legs of the Mouse, a little below the ligature.They strip them bare, flay them and cut away the flesh about the heel.They have reached the bone, when one of them finds the raphia beneath\nhis mandibles.This, to him, is a familiar thing, representing the\ngramineous fibre so frequent in the case of burial in grass-covered\nsoil.Tenaciously the shears gnaw at the bond; the vegetable fetter is\nsevered and the Mouse falls, to be buried a little later.If it were isolated, this severance of the suspending tie would be a\nmagnificent performance; but considered in connection with the sum of\nthe Beetle's customary labours it loses all far-reaching significance.The garden is west of the kitchen.Before attacking the ligature, which was not concealed in any way, the\ninsect exerted itself for a whole morning in shaking the body, its\nusual method.Finally, finding the cord, it severed it, as it would\nhave severed a ligament of couch-grass encountered underground.Under the conditions devised for the Beetle, the use", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "He cuts what embarrasses him with no more\nexercise of reason than he displays when placing the corpse\nunderground.So little does he grasp the connection between cause and\neffect that he strives to break the bone of the leg before gnawing at\nthe bast which is knotted close beside him.The difficult task is\nattacked before the extremely simple.Difficult, yes, but not impossible, provided that the Mouse be young.I\nbegin again with a ligature of iron wire, on which the shears of the\ninsect can obtain no purchase, and a tender Mouselet, half the size of\nan adult.This time a tibia is gnawed through, cut in two by the\nBeetle's mandibles near the spring of the heel.The detached member\nleaves plenty of space for the other, which readily slips from the\nmetallic band; and the little body falls to the ground.The bathroom is north of the garden.But, if the bone be too hard, if the body suspended be that of a Mole,\nan adult Mouse, or a Sparrow, the wire ligament opposes an\ninsurmountable obstacle to the attempts of the Necrophori, who, for\nnearly a week, work at the hanging body, partly stripping it of fur or\nfeather and dishevelling it until it forms a lamentable object, and at\nlast abandon it, when desiccation sets in.The hallway is south of the garden.A last resource, however,\nremains, one as rational as infallible.Of course, not one dreams of doing so.For the last time let us change our artifices.The top of the gibbet\nconsists of a little fork, with the prongs widely opened and measuring\nbarely two-fifths of an inch in length.With a thread of hemp, less\neasily attacked than a strip of raphia, I bind together, a little above\nthe heels, the hind-legs of an adult Mouse; and between the legs I slip\none of the prongs of the fork.To make the body fall it is enough to\nslide it a little way upwards; it is like a young Rabbit hanging in the\nfront of a poulterer's shop.Five Necrophori come to inspect my preparations.After a great deal of\nfutile shaking, the tibiae are attacked.This, it seems, is the method\nusually employed when the body is retained by one of its limbs in some\nnarrow fork of a low-growing plant.While trying to saw through the\nbone--a heavy job this time--one of the workers slips between the\nshackled limbs.So situated, he feels against his back the furry touch\nof the Mouse.Nothing more is needed to arouse his propensity to thrust\nwith his back.With a few heaves of the lever the thing is done; the\nMouse rises a little, slides over the supporting peg and falls to the\nground.Has the insect indeed perceived,\nby the light of a flash of reason, that in order to make the tit-bit\nfall it was necessary to unhook it by sliding it along the peg?Has it\nreally perceived the mechanism of suspension?I know some\npersons--indeed, I know many--who, in the presence", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "More difficult to convince, I modify the experiment before drawing a\nconclusion.I suspect that the Necrophorus, without any prevision of\nthe consequences of his action, heaved his back simply because he felt\nthe legs of the creature above him.With the system of suspension\nadopted, the push of the back, employed in all cases of difficulty, was\nbrought to bear first upon the point of support; and the fall resulted\nfrom this happy coincidence.The office is south of the garden.That point, which has to be slipped along\nthe peg in order to unhook the object, ought really to be situated at a\nshort distance from the Mouse, so that the Necrophori shall no longer\nfeel her directly against their backs when they push.The bedroom is north of the garden.A piece of wire binds together now the tarsi of a Sparrow, now the\nheels of a Mouse and is bent, at a distance of three-quarters of an\ninch or so, into a little ring, which slips very loosely over one of\nthe prongs of the fork, a short, almost horizontal prong.To make the\nhanging body fall, the slightest thrust upon this ring is sufficient;\nand, owing to its projection from the peg, it lends itself excellently\nto the insect's methods.In short, the arrangement is the same as it\nwas just now, with this difference, that the point of support is at a\nshort distance from the suspended animal.My trick, simple though it be, is fully successful.For a long time the\nbody is repeatedly shaken, but in vain; the tibiae or tarsi, unduly\nhard, refuse to yield to the patient saw.Sparrows and Mice grow dry\nand shrivelled, unused, upon the gibbet.\"Jack became a thorough teetotaller.\"Minnie had a cousin Frank, the son of Mr.He was three years\nolder than Minnie, and was full of life and frolic.At one time he came to visit Minnie; and fine fun indeed they had with\nthe pets, the monkey being his especial favorite.Every day some new experiment was to be tried with Jacko, who, as Frank\ndeclared, could be taught any thing that they wished.One time, he took\nthe little fellow by the chain for a walk, Minnie gayly running by his\nside, and wondering what her cousin was going to do.On their way to the barn, they met Leo, who at once began to bark\nfuriously.\"That will never do, my brave fellow,\" exclaimed the boy; \"for we want\nyou to turn horse, and take Jacko to ride.\"urged Minnie, almost\ncrying.\"But I mean to make them good friends,\" responded the lad.\"Here, you\ntake hold of the chain, and I will coax the dog to be quiet while I put\nJacko on his back.\"This was not so easy as he had supposed; for no amount of coaxing or\nflattery would induce Leo to be impressed into this service.He hated\nthe monkey, and was greatly disgusted at his appearance as he hopped,\nfirst on Frank's shoulder, and then to the ground, his head sticking out\nof his little red jacket, and", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Finding they could not succeed in this, they went into the stable to\nvisit Star, when, with a quick motion, Jacko twitched the chain from\nMinnie's hand, and running up the rack above the manger, began to laugh\nand chatter in great glee.His tail, which had now fully healed, was of great use to him on this\noccasion, when, to Minnie's great surprise, he clung with it to the bar\nof the rack, and began to swing himself about.[Illustration: JACKO RUNNING AWAY.\"I heard of a monkey once,\" exclaimed Frank, laughing merrily, \"who made\ngreat use of his tail.If a nut or apple were thrown to him which fell\nbeyond his reach, he would run to the full length of his chain, turn his\nback, then stretch out his tail, and draw toward him the coveted\ndelicacy.\"\"Let's see whether Jacko would do so,\" shouted Minnie, greatly excited\nwith the project.There he goes up the\nhay mow, the chain dangling after him.\"The kitchen is north of the garden.\"If we don't try to catch him, he'll come quicker,\" said Minnie,\ngravely.\"I know another story about a monkey--a real funny one,\" added the boy.\"I don't know what his name was; but he used to sleep in the barn with\nthe cattle and horses.I suppose monkeys are always cold here; at any\nrate, this one was; and when he saw the hostler give the horse a nice\nfeed of hay, he said to himself, 'What a comfortable bed that would make\nfor me!'\"When the man went away, he jumped into the hay and hid, and every time\nthe horse came near enough to eat, he sprang forward and bit her ears\nwith his sharp teeth.\"Of course, as the poor horse couldn't get her food, she grew very thin,\nand at last was so frightened that the hostler could scarcely get her\ninto the stall.Several times he had to whip her before she would enter\nit, and then she stood as far back as possible, trembling like a leaf.\"It was a long time before they found out what the matter was; and then\nthe monkey had to take a whipping, I guess.\"\"If his mother had been there, she would have whipped him,\" said Minnie,\nlaughing.The little girl then repeated what her mother had told her of the\ndiscipline among monkeys, at which he was greatly amused.All this time, they were standing at the bottom of the hay mow, and\nsupposed that Jacko was safe at the top; but the little fellow was more\ncunning than they thought.He found the window open near the roof, where\nhay was sometimes pitched in, and ran down into the yard as quick as\nlightning.The bedroom is north of the kitchen.The first they knew of it was when John called out from the barnyard,\n\"Jacko, Jacko!It was a wearisome chase they had for the next hour, and at the end they\ncould not catch the runaway; but at last, when they sat down calmly in\nthe house, he stole back to his cage, and lay there", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The hallway is south of the office.Minnie's face was flushed with her unusual exercise, but in a few\nminutes she grew very pale, until her mother became alarmed.After a few\ndrops of lavender, however, she said she felt better, and that if Frank\nwould tell her a story she should be quite well.\"That I will,\" exclaimed the boy, eagerly.\"I know a real funny one;\nyou like funny stories--don't you?\"\"Yes, when they're true,\" answered Minnie.A man was hunting, and he happened to kill a\nmonkey that had a little baby on her back.The little one clung so close\nto her dead mother, that they could scarcely get it away.When they\nreached the gentleman's house, the poor creature began to cry at\nfinding itself alone.The garden is north of the office.All at once it ran across the room to a block,\nwhere a wig belonging to the hunter's father was placed, and thinking\nthat was its mother, was so comforted that it lay down and went to\nsleep.\"They fed it with goat's milk, and it grew quite contented, for three\nweeks clinging to the wig with great affection.\"The gentleman had a large and valuable collection of insects, which\nwere dried upon pins, and placed in a room appropriated to such\npurposes.\"One day, when the monkey had become so familiar as to be a favorite\nwith all in the family, he found his way to this apartment, and made a\nhearty breakfast on the insects.\"The owner, entering when the meal was almost concluded, was greatly\nenraged, and was about to chastise the animal, who had so quickly\ndestroyed the work of years, when he saw that the act had brought its\nown punishment.In eating the insects, the animal had swallowed the\npins, which very soon caused him such agony that he died.\"\"I don't call the last part funny at all,\" said Minnie, gravely.\"But wasn't it queer for it to think the wig was its mother?\"asked the\nboy, with a merry laugh.\"I don't think it could have had much sense to\ndo that.\"\"But it was only a baby monkey then, Harry.\"Lee, \"that Jacko got away from you?\"\"He watched his chance, aunty, and twitched the chain away from Minnie.Now he's done it once, he'll try the game again, I suppose, he is so\nfond of playing us tricks.\"And true enough, the very next morning the lady was surprised at a visit\nfrom the monkey in her chamber, where he made himself very much at home,\npulling open drawers, and turning over the contents, in the hope of\nfinding some confectionery, of which he was extremely fond.By G. A.\n     HENTY.With 12 full-page Illustrations by GORDON BROWNE.12mo,\n     cloth, price $1.00.The adventures of the son of a Scotch officer in French service.The\nboy, brought up by a Glasgow bailie, is arrested for aiding a Jacobite\nagent, escapes, is wrecked on the French coast, reaches Paris, and\nserv", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "He kills his father's foe in a\nduel, and escaping to the coast, shares the adventures of Prince\nCharlie, but finally settles happily in Scotland.The bedroom is west of the hallway.\"Ronald, the hero, is very like the hero of 'Quentin Durward.'The\n     lad's journey across France, and his hairbreadth escapes, make up\n     as good a narrative of the kind as we have ever read.For freshness\n     of treatment and variety of incident Mr.Henty has surpassed\n     himself.\"--_Spectator._\n\n\n     +With Clive in India+; or, the Beginnings of an Empire.By G. A.\n     HENTY.With 12 full-page Illustrations by GORDON BROWNE.12mo,\n     cloth, price $1.00.The period between the landing of Clive as a young writer in India and\nthe close of his career was critical and eventful in the extreme.At its\ncommencement the English were traders existing on sufferance of the\nnative princes.At its close they were masters of Bengal and of the\ngreater part of Southern India.The author has given a full and accurate\naccount of the events of that stirring time, and battles and sieges\nfollow each other in rapid succession, while he combines with his\nnarrative a tale of daring and adventure, which gives a lifelike\ninterest to the volume.\"He has taken a period of Indian history of the most vital\n     importance, and he has embroidered on the historical facts a story\n     which of itself is deeply interesting.Young people assuredly will\n     be delighted with the volume.\"The hallway is west of the garden.--_Scotsman._\n\n\n     +The Lion of the North+: A Tale of Gustavus Adolphus and the Wars of\n     Religion.With full-page Illustrations by JOHN\n     SCH\u00d6NBERG.12mo, cloth, price $1.00.Henty gives the history of the first part of the\nThirty Years' War.The issue had its importance, which has extended to\nthe present day, as it established religious freedom in Germany.The\narmy of the chivalrous king of Sweden was largely composed of Scotchmen,\nand among these was the hero of the story.\"The tale is a clever and instructive piece of history, and as boys\n     may be trusted to read it conscientiously, they can hardly fail to\n     be profited.\"--_Times._\n\n\n     +The Dragon and the Raven+; or, The Days of King Alfred.By G. A.\n     HENTY.With full-page Illustrations by C. J. STANILAND, R.I.12mo,\n     cloth, price $1.00.In this story the author gives an account of the fierce struggle between\nSaxon and Dane for supremacy in England, and presents a vivid picture of\nthe misery and ruin to which the country was reduced by the ravages of", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The hero, a young Saxon thane, takes part in all the\nbattles fought by King Alfred.He is driven from his home, takes to the\nsea and resists the Danes on their own element, and being pursued by\nthem up the Seine, is present at the long and desperate siege of Paris.\"Treated in a manner most attractive to the boyish\n     reader.\"--_Athen\u00e6um._\n\n\n     +The Young Carthaginian+: A Story of the Times of Hannibal.By G. A.\n     HENTY.With full-page Illustrations by C. J. STANILAND, R.I.The office is north of the kitchen.12mo,\n     cloth, price $1.00.Boys reading the history of the Punic Wars have seldom a keen\nappreciation of the merits of the contest.That it was at first a\nstruggle for empire, and afterward for existence on the part of\nCarthage, that Hannibal was a great and skillful general, that he\ndefeated the Romans at Trebia, Lake Trasimenus, and Cann\u00e6, and all but\ntook Rome, represents pretty nearly the sum total of their knowledge.To\nlet them know more about this momentous struggle for the empire of the\nworld Mr.Henty has written this story, which not only gives in graphic\nstyle a brilliant description of a most interesting period of history,\nbut is a tale of exciting adventure sure to secure the interest of the\nreader.From first to last nothing\n     stays the interest of the narrative.It bears us along as on a\n     stream whose current varies in direction, but never loses its\n     force.\"--_Saturday Review._\n\n\n     +In Freedom's Cause+: A Story of Wallace and Bruce.With full-page Illustrations by GORDON BROWNE.12mo, cloth, price\n     $1.00.In this story the author relates the stirring tale of the Scottish War\nof Independence.The extraordinary valor and personal prowess of Wallace\nand Bruce rival the deeds of the mythical heroes of chivalry, and indeed\nat one time Wallace was ranked with these legendary personages.The\nresearches of modern historians have shown, however, that he was a\nliving, breathing man--and a valiant champion.The hero of the tale\nfought under both Wallace and Bruce, and while the strictest historical\naccuracy has been maintained with respect to public events, the work is\nfull of \"hairbreadth'scapes\" and wild adventure.\"It is written in the author's best style.The bedroom is north of the office.Full of the wildest and\n     most remarkable achievements, it is a tale of great interest, which\n     a boy, once he has begun it, will not willingly put on one\n     side.\"--_The Schoolmaster._\n\n\n     +With Lee in Virginia+: A Story of the American Civil War.By G. A.\n     HENTY.With full-page Illustrations by GORDON BROWNE.12mo", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The story of a young Virginian planter, who, after bravely proving his\nsympathy with the slaves of brutal masters, serves with no less courage\nand enthusiasm under Lee and Jackson through the most exciting events of\nthe struggle.He has many hairbreadth escapes, is several times wounded\nand twice taken prisoner; but his courage and readiness and, in two\ncases, the devotion of a black servant and of a runaway slave whom he\nhad assisted, bring him safely through all difficulties.\"One of the best stories for lads which Mr.The picture is full of life and color, and the stirring and\n     romantic incidents are skillfully blended with the personal\n     interest and charm of the story.\"--_Standard._\n\n\n     +By England's Aid+; or, The Freeing of the Netherlands (1585-1604).With full-page Illustrations by ALFRED PEARSE, and\n     Maps.12mo, cloth, price $1.00.The story of two English lads who go to Holland as pages in the service\nof one of \"the fighting Veres.\"After many adventures by sea and land,\none of the lads finds himself on board a Spanish ship at the time of the\ndefeat of the Armada, and escapes only to fall into the hands of the\nCorsairs.She even\nslept in the bed that Peter's sister's little girl had occupied, and\nthere were pictures on the walls that had been selected for her.She had been very glad to make her escape from the Hutchinson\nhousehold.Her \"quarrel\" with them had made no difference in their\nrelation to her.To her surprise they treated her with an increase of\ndeference after her outburst, and every member of the family,\nexcepting possibly Hugh Hutchinson senior, was much more carefully\npolite to her.The garden is north of the office.Margaret explained that the family really didn't mind\nhaving their daughter a party to the experiment of cooperative\nparenthood.It appealed to them as a very interesting try-out of\nmodern educational theory, and their own theories of the independence\nof the individual modified their criticism of Margaret's secrecy in\nthe matter, which was the only criticism they had to make since\nMargaret had an income of her own accruing from the estate of the aunt\nfor whom she had been named.\"It is very silly of me to be sensitive about being laughed at,\"\nMargaret concluded.\"I've lived all my life surrounded by people\nsuffering from an acute sense of humor, but I never, never, never\nshall get used to being held up to ridicule for things that are not\nfunny to me.\"\"I shouldn't think you would,\" Eleanor answered devoutly.The hallway is south of the office.In Peter's house there was no one to laugh at her but Peter, and when\nPeter laughed she considered it a triumph.It meant that there was\nsomething she said that he liked.The welcome she had received as a\nguest in his house and the wonderful evening that succeeded it were\namong the epoch making hours in Eleanor's life.The Hutchinson victoria, for Grandmother Hutchinson still clung to the\nold-time, stately method of getting about the", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Margaret had not been well enough to come with her, having been\nprostrated by one of the headaches of which she was a frequent\nvictim.The low door of ivory white, beautifully carved and paneled, with its\nmammoth brass knocker, the row of window boxes along the cornice a few\nfeet above it, the very look of the house was an experience and an\nadventure to her.When she rang, the door opened almost instantly\nrevealing Peter on the threshold with his arms open.He had led her up\ntwo short flights of stairs--ivory white with carved banisters, she\nnoticed, all as immaculately shining with soap and water as a Cape Cod\ninterior--to his own gracious drawing-room where Mrs.Finnigan was\nbowing and smiling a warmhearted Irish welcome to her.It was like a\nwonderful story in a book and her eyes were shining with joy as Uncle\nPeter pulled out her chair and she sat down to the first meal in her\nhonor.The grown up box of candy at her plate, the grave air with\nwhich Peter consulted her tastes and her preferences were all a part\nof a beautiful magic that had never quite touched her before.She had been like a little girl in a dream passing dutifully or\ndelightedly through the required phases of her experience, never quite\nbelieving in its permanence or reality; but her life with Uncle Peter\nwas going to be real, and her own.The kitchen is east of the garden.That was what she felt the moment\nshe stepped over his threshold.After their coffee before the open fire--she herself had had \"cambric\"\ncoffee--Peter smoked his cigar, while she curled up in silence in the\ntwin to his big cushioned chair and sampled her chocolates.The blue\nflames skimmed the bed of black coals, and finally settled steadily at\nwork on them nibbling and sputtering until the whole grate was like a\nbasket full of molten light, glowing and golden as the hot sun when it\nsinks into the sea.Except to offer her the ring about his slender Panatela, and to ask\nher if she were happy, Peter did not speak until he had deliberately\ncrushed out the last spark from his stub and thrown it into the fire.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.The ceremony over, he held out his arms to her and she slipped into\nthem as if that moment were the one she had been waiting for ever\nsince the white morning looked into the window of the lavender\ndressing-room on Morningside Heights, and found her awake and quite\ncold with the excitement of thinking of what the day was to bring\nforth.\"Eleanor,\" Peter said, when he was sure she was comfortably arranged\nwith her head on his shoulder, \"Eleanor, I want you to feel at home\nwhile you are here, really at home, as if you hadn't any other home,\nand you and I belonged to each other.I'm almost too young to be your\nfather, but--\"\n\n\"Oh!Eleanor asked fervently, as he paused.\n\n\"--But I can come pretty near feeling like a father to you if it's a\nfather you want.I lost", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"Yes, Uncle Peter,\" she said soberly; then perhaps for the first time\nsince her babyhood she volunteered a caress that was not purely\nmaternal in its nature.She put up a shy hand to the cheek so close to\nher own and patted it earnestly.\"Of course I've got my grandfather\nand grandmother,\" she argued, \"but they're very old, and not very\naffectionate, either.Then I have all these new aunts and uncles\npretending,\" she was penetrating to the core of the matter, Peter\nrealized, \"that they're just as good as parents.Of course, they're\njust as good as they can be and they take so much trouble that it\nmortifies me, but it isn't just the same thing, Uncle Peter!\"\"I know,\" Peter said, \"I know, dear, but you must remember we mean\nwell.\"\"I don't mean you; it isn't you that I think of when I think about my\nco--co-woperative parents, and it isn't any of them specially,--it's\njust the idea of--of visiting around, and being laughed at, and not\nreally belonging to anybody.\"\"That was what I hoped you would say, Uncle Peter,\" she whispered.They had a long talk after this, discussing the past and the future;\nthe past few months of the experiment from Eleanor's point of view,\nand the future in relation to its failures and successes.Beulah was\nto begin giving her lessons again and she was to take up music with a\nvisiting teacher on Peter's piano.(Eleanor had not known it was a\npiano at first, as she had never seen a baby grand before.The office is east of the kitchen.Peter did\nnot know what a triumph it was when she made herself put the question\nto him.)He made his way through the back door, and found himself among the straw\nand chips of the stable-yard and woodshed.Still uncertain what to do,\nhe mechanically passed before the long shed which served as temporary\nstalls for the steaming wagon horses.At the further end, to his\nsurprise, was a tethered mustang ready saddled and bridled--the\nopportune horse left for the fugitive, according to the lounger's story.Masterton cast a quick glance around the stable; it was deserted by all\nsave the feeding animals.He was new to adventures of this kind, or he would probably have weighed\nthe possibilities and consequences.He was ordinarily a thoughtful,\nreflective man, but like most men of intellect, he was also imaginative\nand superstitious, and this crowning accident of the providential\nsituation in which he found himself was superior to his logic.There\nwould also be a grim irony in his taking this horse for such a purpose.He untied the rope from the bit-ring, leaped into the saddle, and\nemerged cautiously from the shed.The kitchen is east of the bathroom.The wet snow muffled the sound of the\nhorse's hoofs.Moving round to the rear of the stable so as to bring it\nbetween himself and the station, he clapped his heels into the mustang's\nflanks and dashed into the open.At first he was confused", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "But he knew that they would also divert attention\nfrom his flight, and beyond, he could now see a white <DW72> slowly\nrising before him, near whose crest a few dark spots were crawling in\nfile, like Alpine climbers.He\nhad reasoned that when they discovered they were followed they would, in\nthe absence of any chance of signaling through the storm, detach one\nof their number to give the alarm.He felt\nhis revolver safe on his hip; he would use it only if necessary to\nintimidate the spies.For some moments his ascent through the wet snow was slow and difficult,\nbut as he advanced, he felt a change of temperature corresponding to\nthat he had experienced that afternoon on the wagon coming down.The air\ngrew keener, the snow drier and finer.He kept a sharp lookout for\nthe moving figures, and scanned the horizon for some indication of the\nprospector's deserted hut.Suddenly the line of figures he was watching\nseemed to be broken, and then gathered together as a group.Evidently they had, for, as he had expected, one of them\nhad been detached, and was now moving at right angles from the party\ntowards the right.With a thrill of excitement he urged his horse\nforward; the group was far to the left, and he was nearing the solitary\nfigure.But to his astonishment, as he approached the top of the <DW72>\nhe now observed another figure, as far to the left of the group as he\nwas to the right, and that figure he could see, even at that distance,\nwas NOT a Chinaman.He halted for a better observation; for an\ninstant he thought it might be the fugitive himself, but as quickly he\nrecognized it was another man--the deputy.It was HE whom the Chinaman\nhad discovered; it was HE who had caused the diversion and the dispatch\nof the vedette to warn the fugitive.His own figure had evidently\nnot yet been detected.His heart beat high with hope; he again dashed\nforward after the flying messenger, who was undoubtedly seeking the\nprospector's ruined hut and--Trixit.At this elevation the snow had formed a\ncrust, over which the single Chinaman--a lithe young figure--skimmed\nlike a skater, while Masterton's horse crashed though it into unexpected\ndepths.Again, the runner could deviate by a shorter cut, while the\nhorseman was condemned to the one half obliterated trail.The only thing\nin Masterton's favor, however, was that he was steadily increasing his\ndistance from the group and the deputy sheriff, and so cutting off\ntheir connection with the messenger.But the trail grew more and more\nindistinct as it neared the summit, until at last it utterly vanished.Still he kept up his speed toward the active little figure--which now\nseemed to be that of a mere boy--skimming over the frozen snow.The bathroom is north of the kitchen.Twice\na stumble and flounder of the mustang through the broken crust ought\nto have warned him of his recklessness, but now a distinct glimpse of\na low, blackened shanty, the prospector's ruined hut, toward whichThe bathroom is south of the hallway.", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The distance was\nlessening between them; he could see the long pigtail of the fugitive\nstanding out from his bent head, when suddenly his horse plunged forward\nand downward.In an awful instant of suspense and twilight, such as\nhe might have seen in a dream, he felt himself pitched headlong into\nsuffocating depths, followed by a shock, the crushing weight and\nsteaming flank of his horse across his shoulder, utter darkness,\nand--merciful unconsciousness.How long he lay there thus he never knew.With his returning\nconsciousness came this strange twilight again,--the twilight of a\ndream.He was sitting in the new church at Canada City, as he had sat\nthe first Sunday of his arrival there, gazing at the pretty face of\nCissy Trixit in the pew opposite him, and wondering who she was.Again\nhe saw the startled, awakened light that came into her adorable eyes,\nthe faint blush that suffused her cheek as she met his inquiring gaze,\nand the conscious, half conceited, half girlish toss of her little\nhead as she turned her eyes away, and then a file of brown Chinamen,\nmuttering some harsh, uncouth gibberish, interposed between them.This\nwas followed by what seemed to be the crashing in of the church roof, a\nstifling heat succeeded by a long, deadly chill.But he knew that\nTHIS last was all a dream, and he tried to struggle to his feet to see\nCissy's face again,--a reality that he felt would take him out of this\nhorrible trance,--and he called to her across the pew and heard her\nsweet voice again in answer, and then a wave of unconsciousness once\nmore submerged him.He came back to life with a sharp tingling of his whole frame as if\npierced with a thousand needles.He knew he was being rubbed, and in his\nattempts to throw his torturers aside, he saw faintly by the light of a\nflickering fire that they were Chinamen, and he was lying on the floor\nof a rude hut.With his first movements they ceased, and, wrapping him\nlike a mummy in warm blankets, dragged him out of the heap of loose snow\nwith which they had been rubbing him, toward the fire that glowed upon\nthe large adobe hearth.The hallway is west of the garden.Norbury and I did discourse of his wife's house and land at\nBrampton, which I find too much for me to buy.The office is east of the garden.Home, and in the afternoon\nto the office, and much pleased at night to see my house begin to be clean\nafter all the dirt.At noon went and\ndined with my Lord Crew, where very much made of by him and his lady.Then\nto the Theatre, \"The Alchymist,\"--[Comedy by Ben Jonson, first printed in\n1612.]And that being done I met with\nlittle Luellin and Blirton, who took me to a friend's of theirs in\nLincoln's Inn fields, one Mr.Hodges, where we drank great store of\nRhenish wine and were very merry.So I went home, where I found my house\nnow", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "In the morning to church, and my wife not being well,\nI went with Sir W. Batten home to dinner, my Lady being out of town, where\nthere was Sir W. Pen, Captain Allen and his daughter Rebecca, and Mr.After dinner to church all of us and had a very\ngood sermon of a stranger, and so I and the young company to walk first to\nGraye's Inn Walks, where great store of gallants, but above all the ladies\nthat I there saw, or ever did see, Mrs.Frances Butler (Monsieur\nL'Impertinent's sister) is the greatest beauty.Then we went to\nIslington, where at the great house I entertained them as well as I could,\nand so home with them, and so to my own home and to bed.Pall, who went\nthis day to a child's christening of Kate Joyce's, staid out all night at\nmy father's, she not being well.The bedroom is north of the garden.We kept this a holiday, and so went not to the\noffice at all.At noon my father came to see my\nhouse now it is done, which is now very neat.Williams\n(who is come to see my wife, whose soare belly is now grown dangerous as\nshe thinks) to the ordinary over against the Exchange, where we dined and\nhad great wrangling with the master of the house when the reckoning was\nbrought to us, he setting down exceeding high every thing.I home again\nand to Sir W. Batten's, and there sat a good while.Up this morning to put my papers in order that are come from my\nLord's, so that now I have nothing there remaining that is mine, which I\nhave had till now.Goodgroome\n\n     [Theodore Goodgroome, Pepys's singing-master.He was probably\n     related to John Goodgroome, a Gentleman of the Chapel Royal, who is\n     also referred to in the Diary.]Mage), with whom I agreed presently to give him\n20s.entrance, which I then did, and 20s.a month more to teach me to\nsing, and so we began, and I hope I have come to something in it.His\nfirst song is \"La cruda la bella.\"He gone my brother Tom comes, with\nwhom I made even with my father and the two drapers for the cloths I sent\nto sea lately.The hallway is south of the garden.At home all day, in the afternoon came Captain Allen and\nhis daughter Rebecca and Mr.Hempson, and by and by both Sir Williams, who\nsat with me till it was late, and I had a very gallant collation for them.To Westminster about several businesses, then to dine with my Lady\nat the Wardrobe, taking Dean Fuller along with me; then home, where I\nheard my father had been to find me about special business; so I took\ncoach and went to him, and found by a letter to him from my aunt that my\nuncle Robert is taken with a dizziness in his head, so that they desire my\nfather to come down to look after his business, by which we guess that", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Back by water to the office, there till night, and so home to my\nmusique and then to bed.To my father's, and with him to Mr.Starling's to drink our morning\ndraft, and there I told him how I would have him speak to my uncle Robert,\nwhen he comes thither, concerning my buying of land, that I could pay\nready money L600 and the rest by L150 per annum, to make up as much as\nwill buy L50 per annum, which I do, though I not worth above L500 ready\nmoney, that he may think me to be a greater saver than I am.Here I took\nmy leave of my father, who is going this morning to my uncle upon my\naunt's letter this week that he is not well and so needs my father's help.At noon home, and then with my Lady Batten, Mrs.Thompson, &c., two coaches of us, we went and saw \"Bartholomew Fayre\"\nacted very well, and so home again and staid at Sir W. Batten's late, and\nso home to bed.Holden sent me a bever, which cost me L4 5s.[Whilst a hat (see January 28th, 1660-61, ante) cost only 35s.See\n     also Lord Sandwich's vexation at his beaver being stolen, and a hat\n     only left in lieu of it, April 30th, 1661, ante; and April 19th and\n     26th, 1662, Post.--B.]At home all the morning practising to sing, which is now my great\ntrade, and at noon to my Lady and dined with her.So back and to the\noffice, and there sat till 7 at night, and then Sir W. Pen and I in his\ncoach went to Moorefields, and there walked, and stood and saw the\nwrestling, which I never saw so much of before, between the north and west\ncountrymen.So home, and this night had our bed set up in our room that\nwe called the Nursery, where we lay, and I am very much pleased with the\nroom.The bedroom is north of the bathroom.By a letter from the Duke complaining of the delay of the ships\nthat are to be got ready, Sir Williams both and I went to Deptford and\nthere examined into the delays, and were satisfyed.So back again home\nand staid till the afternoon, and then I walked to the Bell at the Maypole\nin the Strand, and thither came to me by appointment Mr.Chetwind,\nGregory, and Hartlibb, so many of our old club, and Mr.Kipps, where we\nstaid and drank and talked with much pleasure till it was late, and so I\nwalked home and to bed.The bedroom is south of the office.Chetwind by chewing of tobacco is become very\nfat and sallow, whereas he was consumptive, and in our discourse he fell\ncommending of \"Hooker's Ecclesiastical Polity,\" as the best book, and the\nonly one that made him a Christian, which puts me upon the buying of it,\nwhich I will do", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "To church, where we observe the trade of briefs is\ncome now up to so constant a course every Sunday, that we resolve to give\nno more to them.account-book of the collections in the\n     church of St.Olave, Hart Street, beginning in 1642, still extant,\n     that the money gathered on the 30th June, 1661, \"for several\n     inhabitants of the parish of St.Dunstan in the West towards their\n     losse by fire,\" amounted to \"xxs.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.(Hamburg, 1772), yet the editor admits that the sentiment is \u201cnot\nentirely like Yorick\u2019s,\u201d and the _Altonaer Reichs-Postreuter_ (July 2,\n1772) adds that \u201cnot at all like Yorick\u2019s\u201d would have been nearer the\ntruth.This book is mentioned by Hillebrand with implication that it is\nthe extreme example of the absurd sentimental tendency, probably judging\nmerely from the title,[56] for the book is doubtless merely thoughtful,\ncontemplative, with a minimum of overwrought feeling.According to the _Frankfurter Gelehrte Anzeigen_ (1775, pp.592-3),\nanother product of the earlier seventies, the \u201cLeben und Schicksale des\nMartin Dickius,\u201d by Johann Moritz Schwager, is in many places a clever\nimitation of Sterne,[57] although the author claims, like Wezel in\n\u201cTobias Knaut,\u201d not to have read Shandy until after the book was\nwritten.Surely the digression on noses which the author allows himself\nis suspicious.Blankenburg, the author of the treatise on the novel to which reference\nhas been made, was regarded by contemporary and subsequent criticism as\nan imitator of Sterne in his oddly titled novel \u201cBeytr\u00e4ge zur Geschichte\ndes teutschen Reiches und teutscher Sitten,\u201d[58] although the general\ntenor of his essay, in reasonableness and balance, seemed to promise a\nmore independent, a\u00a0more competent and felicitous performance.Kurz\nexpresses this opinion, which may have been derived from criticisms in\nthe eighteenth century journals.The _Frankfurter Gelehrte Anzeigen_,\nJuly 28, 1775, does not, however, take this view; but seems to be in the\nnovel a genuine exemplification of the author\u2019s theories as previously\nexpressed.The office is east of the bedroom.[59] The _Allgemeine deutsche Bibliothek_[60] calls the book\ndidactic, a\u00a0tract against certain essentially German follies.Merck, in\nthe _Teutscher Merkur_,[61] says the imitation of Sterne is quite too\nobvious, though Blankenburg denies\u00a0it.Among miscellaneous and anonymous works inspired directly by Sterne,\nbelongs undoubtedly \u201cDie Geschichte meiner Reise nach Pirmont\u201d (1773),\nthe author of which", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "He says he is not worthy to pack\nYorick\u2019s bag or weave Jacobi\u2019s arbor,[62] but the review of the\n_Almanach der deutschen Musen_ evidently regards it as a product,\nnevertheless, of Yorick\u2019s impulse.Kuno Ridderhoff in his study of Frau\nla Roche[63] says that the \u201cEmpfindsamkeit\u201d of Rosalie in the first part\nof \u201cRosaliens Briefe\u201d is derived from Yorick.The \u201cLeben, Thaten und\nMeynungen des D.\u00a0J. Pet.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.Menadie\u201d (Halle, 1777-1781) is charged by the\n_Allgemeine deutsche Bibliothek_ with attempt at Shandy-like\neccentricity of narrative and love of digression.[64]\n\nOne little volume, unmistakably produced under Yorick\u2019s spell, is worthy\nof particular mention because at its time it received from the reviewers\na more cordial welcome than was accorded to the rank and file of\nSentimental Journeys.It is \u201cM\u00a0.\u00a0.\u00a0..\u201d by E.\u00a0A. A. von G\u00f6chhausen\n(1740-1824), which was published at Eisenach, 1772, and was deemed\nworthy of several later editions.The bathroom is north of the office.Its dependence on Sterne is confessed\nand obvious, sometimes apologetically and hesitatingly, sometimes\ndefiantly.The imitation of Sterne is strongest at the beginning, both\nin outward form and subject-matter, and this measure of indebtedness\ndwindles away steadily as the book advances.G\u00f6chhausen, as other\nimitators, used at the outset a modish form, returned to it consciously\nnow and then when once under way, but when he actually had something to\nsay, a\u00a0message of his own, found it impracticable or else forgot to\nfollow his model.The absurd title stands, of course, for \u201cMeine Reisen\u201d and the puerile\nabbreviation as well as the reasons assigned for it, were intended to be\na Sterne-like jest, a\u00a0pitiful one.Why Goedeke should suggest \u201cMeine\nRandglossen\u201d is quite inexplicable, since G\u00f6chhausen himself in the very\nfirst chapter indicates the real title.Beneath the enigmatical title\nstands an alleged quotation from Shandy: \u201cEin Autor borgt, bettelt und\nstiehlt so stark von dem andern, dass bey meiner Seele!die Originalit\u00e4t\nfast so rar geworden ist als die Ehrlichkeit.\u201d[65] The book itself, like\nSterne\u2019s Journey, is divided into brief chapters unnumbered but named.As the author loses Yorick from sight, the chapters grow longer.G\u00f6chhausen has availed himself of an odd device to disarm\ncriticism,--a\u00a0plan used once or twice by Schummel: occasionally", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "For example, he gives\ndirections to his servant Pumper to pack for the journey; a\u00a0reader\nexclaims, \u201ca\u00a0portmanteau, Mr.Author, so that everything, even to that,\nshall be just like Yorick,\u201d and in the following passage the author\nquarrels with the critics who allow no one to travel with a portmanteau,\nbecause an English clergyman traveled with one.The kitchen is east of the office.Pumper\u2019s\nmisunderstanding of this objection is used as a farther ridicule of the\ncritics.When on the journey, the author converses with two poor\nwandering monks, whose conversation, at any rate, is a witness to their\ncontent, the whole being a legacy of the Lorenzo episode, and the author\nentitles the chapter: \u201cThe members of the religious order, or, as some\ncritics will call it, a\u00a0wretchedly unsuccessful imitation.\u201d In the next\nchapter, \u201cDer Visitator\u201d (pp.in which the author encounters\ncustoms annoyances, the critic is again allowed to complain that\neverything is stolen from Yorick, a\u00a0protest which is answered by the\nauthor quite na\u00efvely, \u201cYorick journeyed, ate, drank; I\u00a0do too.\u201d In \u201cDie\nPause\u201d the author stands before the inn door and fancies that a number\nof spies (Aussp\u00e4her) stand there waiting for him; he protests that\nYorick encountered beggars before the inn in Montreuil, a\u00a0very different\nsort of folk.On page 253 he exclaims, \u201cf\u00fcr diesen schreibe ich dieses\nKapitel nicht und ich--beklage ihn!\u201d Here a footnote suggests \u201cDas\n\u00fcbrige des Diebstahls vid.Yorick\u2019s Gefangenen.\u201d Similarly when he calls\nhis servant his \u201cLa Fleur,\u201d he converses with the critics about his\ntheft from Yorick.The book is opened by a would-be whimsical note, the guessing about the\nname of the book.The bedroom is west of the office.The dependence upon Sterne, suggested by the motto, is\nclinched by reference to this quotation in the section \u201cApologie,\u201d and\nby the following chapter, which is entitled \u201cYorick.\u201d The latter is the\nmost unequivocal and, withal, the most successful imitation of Yorick\u2019s\nmanner which the volume offers.The author is sitting on a sofa reading\nthe Sentimental Journey, and the idea of such a trip is awakened in him.Paine's peaceful\ndeath, the benevolent distribution of his property by a will affirming\nhis Theism, represented a posthumous and potent conclusion to the \"Age\nof Reason.\"Paine had aimed to form in New York a Society for Religious Inquiry,\nalso a Society of Theophilan-thropy.The latter was formed, and his\nposthumous works first began to appear, shortly after his death, in an\norgan called _The Theophilanthropist_.But his movement was too", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"Thomas Paine,\" said President Andrew Jackson to Judge\nHertell, \"Thomas Paine needs no monument made by hands; he has erected\na monument in the hearts of all lovers of liberty.\"The like may be\nsaid of his religion: Theophilanthropy, under a hundred translations and\nforms, is now the fruitful branch of every religion and every sect.The bedroom is west of the office.The\nreal cultivators of skepticism,--those who ascribe to deity biblical\nbarbarism, and the savagery of nature,--have had their day.The removal and mystery of Paine's bones appear like some page of Mosaic\nmythology.* An English caricature pictured Cobbett seated on Paine's\ncoffin, in a boat named Rights of Man, rowed by <DW64> Slaves.* The bones of Thomas Paine were landed in Liverpool\n     November 21, 1819.The monument contemplated by Cobbett was\n     never raised.The office is west of the hallway.There was much parliamentary and municipal\n     excitement.A Bolton town-crier was imprisoned nine weeks\n     for proclaiming the arrival.In 1836 the bones passed with\n     Cobbett's effects into the hands of a Receiver (West).The\n     Lord Chancellor refusing to regard them as an asset, they\n     were kept by an old day-laborer until 1844, when they passed\n     to B. Tilley, 13 Bedford Square, London, a furniture dealer.In 1849 the empty coffin was in possession of J. Chennell,\n     Guildford.The silver plate bore the inscription \"Thomas\n     Paine, died June 8, 1809, aged 72.\"R. Ainslie\n     (Unitarian) told E. Truelove that he owned \"the skull and\n     the right hand of Thomas Paine,\" but evaded subsequent\n     inquiries.Of\n     Paine's gravestone the last fragment was preserved by his\n     friends of the Bayeaux family, and framed on their wall.In\n     November, 1839, the present marble monument at New Rochelle\n     was erected.Francis] led me to pay a visit to\nCobbett at his country seat, within a couple of miles of the city, on\nthe island, on the very day that he had exhumed the bones of Paine, and\nshipped them for England.I will here repeat the words which Cobbett\ngave utterance to at the friendly interview our party had with him.'I\nhave just performed a duty, gentlemen, which has been too long delayed:\nyou have neglected too long the remains of Thomas Paine.I have done\nmyself the honor to disinter his bones.I have removed them from New\nRochelle.I have dug them up; they are now on their way to England.When\nI myself return, I shall cause them to speak the common sense of\nthe great man; I shall gather together the people of Liverpool and\nManchester in one assembly with those of London, and those bones will", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Badeau, of New Rochelle, remembers standing near Cobbett's workmen\nwhile they were digging up the bones, about dawn.There is a legend that\nPaine's little finger was left in America, a fable, perhaps, of his once\nsmall movement, now stronger than the loins of the bigotry that refused\nhim a vote or a grave in the land he so greatly served.As to his bones,\nno man knows the place of their rest to this day.His thoughts, untraceable like his dust, are blown about the world\nwhich he held in his heart.For a hundred years no human being has been\nborn in the civilized world without some spiritual tincture from that\nheart whose every pulse was for humanity, whose last beat broke a fetter\nof fear, and fell on the throne of thrones.APPENDIX A. THE COBBETT PAPERS.In the autumn of 1792 William Cobbett arrived in America.Among the\npapers preserved by the family of Thomas Jefferson is a letter from\nCobbett, enclosing an introduction from Mr.Short, U. S. Secretary\nof Legation at Paris.The kitchen is east of the bedroom.In this letter, dated at Wilmington, Delaware,\nNovember 2, 1792, the young Englishman writes: \"Ambitious to become\nthe citizen of a free state I have left my native country, England, for\nAmerica.I bring with me youth, a small family, a few useful literary\ntalents, and that is all.\"Cobbett had been married in the same year, on February 5th, and visited\nParis, perhaps with an intention of remaining, but becoming disgusted\nwith the revolution he left for America.He had conceived a dislike of\nthe French revolutionary leaders, among whom he included Paine.He\nthus became an easy victim of the libellous Life of Paine, by George\nChalmers, which had not been reprinted in America, and reproduced the\nstatements of that work in a brief biographical sketch published in\nPhiladelphia, 1796.The hallway is west of the bedroom.In later life Cobbett became convinced that he had\nbeen deceived into giving fresh currency to a tissue of slanders.In the very year of this publication, afterwards much lamented, Paine\npublished in Europe a work that filled Cobbett with admiration.This was\n\"The Decline and Fall of the English System of Finance,\" which predicted\nthe suspension of gold payments by the Bank of England that followed the\nnext year.The pamphlet became Cobbett's text-book, and his _Register_\nwas eloquent in Paine's praise, the more earnestly, he confessed,\nbecause he had \"been one of his most violent assailants.\"\"Old age\nhaving laid his hand upon this truly great man, this truly philosophical\npolitician, at his expiring flambeau I lighted my taper.\"A sketch of Thomas Paine and some related papers of Cobbett are\ngenerously confided to me by his daughter, Eleanor Cobbett, through her\nnephew, William Cobbett, Jr., of Woodlands, near Manchester, England.The public announcement (1818) by Cobbett, then in America, of his\nintention to write a Life-of Paine, led to his negotiation with", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Madame\nBonneville had been disposing of some of Paine's manuscripts, such as\nthat on \"Freemasonry,\" and the reply to Bishop Watson, printed in\n_The Theophilanthropist_ (1810).She had also been preparing, with her\nhusband's assistance, notes for a biography of Paine, because of the\n\"unjust efforts to tarnish the memory of Mr.Paine\"; adding, \"_Et\nl'indignation ma fait prendre la plume_.\"How long we had been musing I know not; but suddenly we heard a low,\nlong-drawn sigh at our very ears.Each sprang to his feet, looked wildly\naround, but seeing nothing, gazed at the other in blank astonishment.We\nresumed our seats, but had hardly done so, when a deep and most\nanguishing groan was heard, that pierced our very hearts.I had unclosed my lips, preparatory to speaking\nto my companion, when I felt myself distinctly touched upon the\nshoulder.The bedroom is west of the kitchen.My voice died away inarticulately, and I shuddered with\nill-concealed terror.But my companion was perfectly calm, and moved not\na nerve or a muscle.Able at length to speak, I said, \"Judge, let us\nleave this haunted sepulchre.\"\"Not for the world,\" he coolly replied.\"You have been anxious for\nspiritual phenomena; now you can witness them unobserved and without\ninterruption.\"As he said this, my right arm was seized with great force, and I was\ncompelled to resign myself to the control of the presence that possessed\nme.My right hand was then placed on the Judge's left breast, and his\nleft hand laid gently on my right shoulder.At the same time he took a\npencil and paper from his pocket, and wrote very rapidly the following\ncommunication, addressed to me:\n\n   The Grave hath its secrets, but the Past has none.Time may\n   crumble pyramids in the dust, but the genius of man can despoil\n   him of his booty, and rescue the story of buried empires from\n   oblivion.Even now the tombs of Egypt are unrolling their\n   recorded epitaphs.Even now the sculptured mounds of Nineveh are\n   surrendering the history of Nebuchadnezzar's line.Before another\n   generation shall pass away, the columns of Palenque shall find a\n   tongue, and the _bas-reliefs_ of Uxmal wake the dead from their\n   sleep of two thousand years.open your eyes; we shall\n   meet again amid the ruins of the _Casa Grande_!At this moment the Judges hand fell palsied at his side, and the paper\nwas thrust violently into my left hand.I held it up so as to permit the\nrays of the moon to fall full upon it, and read it carefully from\nbeginning to end.But no sooner had I finished reading it than a shock\nsomething like electricity struck us simultaneously, and seemed to rock\nthe old fort to its very foundation.The kitchen is west of the hallway.Everything near us was apparently", "question": "What is the kitchen east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Our surprise at this was hardly\nover, ere one still greater took possession of us.On raising our eyes\nto the moss-grown parapet, we beheld a figure sitting upon it that bore\na very striking resemblance to the pictures in the Spanish Museum at\nMadrid of the early Aztec princes.It was a female, and she bore upon\nher head a most gorgeous headdress of feathers, called a _Panache_.Her\nface was calm, clear, and exceedingly beautiful.The nose was\nprominent--more so than the Mexican or Tezcucan--and the complexion much\nlighter.Indeed, by the gleam of the moonlight, it appeared as white as\nthat of a Caucasian princess, and were an expression full of benignity\nand love.Our eyes were riveted upon this beautiful apparition, and our lips\nsilent.She seemed desirous of speaking, and once or twice I beheld her\nlips faintly moving.Finally, raising her white, uncovered arm, she\npointed to the north, and softly murmured, \"_Palenque_!\"Before we could resolve in our minds what to say in reply, the fairy\nprincess folded her arms across her breast, and disappeared as suddenly\nand mysteriously as she had been evoked from night.We spoke not a word\nto each other, but gazed long and thoughtfully at the spot where the\nbright vision had gladdened and bewildered our sight.The kitchen is west of the hallway.By a common\nimpulse, we turned to leave, and descended the mountain in silence as\ndeep as that which brooded over chaos ere God spoke creation into being.We soon reached the foot of the hill, and parted, with no word upon our\nlips, though with the wealth of untold worlds gathered up in our hearts.Never, since that bright and glorious tropical night, have I mentioned\nthe mysterious scene we witnessed on the ramparts of Fort Castillo; and\nI have every reason to believe that my companion has been as discreet.This, perhaps, will be the only record that shall transmit it to the\nfuture; but well I know that its fame will render me immortal.Through me and me alone, the sculptured marbles of Central America have\nfound a tongue.By my efforts, Palenque speaks of her buried glories,\nand Uxmal wakes from oblivion's repose.The hallway is west of the office.Even the old pyramid of Cholula\nyields up its bloody secrets, and _Casa Grande_ reveals the dread\nhistory of its royalties.The means by which a key to the monumental hieroglyphics of Central\nAmerica was furnished me, as well as a full account of the discoveries\nmade at Palenque, will be narrated in the subsequent chapters of this\nhistory.\"Amid all the wreck of empires, nothing ever spoke so forcibly\n   the world's mutations, as this immense forest, shrouding what was\n   once a great city.\"--STEPHENS.At daylight on the next morning after the singular adventure recorded in\nthe preceding chapter, the California passengers bound eastward arrived,\nand those of us bound to the westward were transshipped to the same\nsteamer which they had just abandoned.In less than an hour we were all", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "For me, however, the evergreen scenery of the tropics possessed no\ncharms, and its balmy air no enchantments.Sometimes, as the steamer\napproached the ivy-clad banks, laden as they were with flowers of every\nhue, and alive with ten thousand songsters of the richest and most\nvariegated plumage, my attention would be momentarily aroused, and I\nenjoyed the sweet fragrance of the flowers, and the gay singing of the\nbirds.But my memory was busy with the past, and my imagination with the\nfuture.With the Judge, even, I could not converse for any length of\ntime, without falling into a reverie by no means flattering to his\npowers of conversation.About noon, however, I was fully aroused to the\nbeauty and sublimity of the surrounding scenery.We had just passed Fort\nSan Carlos, at the junction of the San Juan River with the lake, and\nbefore us was spread out like an ocean that magnificent sheet of water.It was dotted all over with green islands, and reminded me of the\npicture drawn by Addison of the Vision of Mirza.Here, said I to myself, is the home of the blest.These emerald islets,\nfed by vernal skies, never grow sere and yellow in the autumn; never\nbleak and desolate in the winter.The kitchen is south of the hallway.Perpetual summer smiles above them,\nand wavelets dimpled by gentle breezes forever lave their shores.So young, she was, and slender, so pale with wistful eyes\n   As luminous and tender as Kotri's twilight skies.Her face broke into flowers, red flowers at the mouth,\n   Her voice,--she sang for hours like bulbuls in the south.We sat beside the water through burning summer days,\n   And many things I taught her of Life and all its ways\n   Of Love, man's loveliest duty, of Passion's reckless pain,\n   Of Youth, whose transient beauty comes once, but not again.She lay and laughed and listened beside the water's edge.The glancing river glistened and glinted through the sedge.Green parrots flew above her and, as the daylight died,\n   Her young arms drew her lover more closely to her side.When Love would not be holden, and Pleasure had his will.Days, when in after leisure, content to rest we lay,\n   Nights, when her lips' soft pressure drained all my life away.And while we sat together, beneath the Babul trees,\n   The fragrant, sultry weather cooled by the river breeze,\n   If passion faltered ever, and left the senses free,\n   We heard the tireless river decending to the sea.I know not where she wandered, or went in after days,\n   Or if her youth she squandered in Love's more doubtful ways.Perhaps, beside the river, she died, still young and fair;\n   Perchance the grasses quiver above her slumber there.The office is north of the hallway.At Kotri, by the river, maybe I too shall sleep\n   The sleep that lasts for ever, too deep", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The bedroom is west of the bathroom.Maybe among the shingle and sand of floods to be\n   Her dust and mine may mingle and float away to sea.Ah Kotri, by the river, when evening's sun is low,\n   Your faint reflections quiver, your golden ripples glow.The hallway is west of the bedroom.You knew, oh Kotri river, that love which could not last.For me your palms still shiver with passions of the past.Farewell\n\n   Farewell, Aziz, it was not mine to fold you\n     Against my heart for any length of days.I had no loveliness, alas, to hold you,\n     No siren voice, no charm that lovers praise.Yet, in the midst of grief and desolation,\n     Solace I my despairing soul with this:\n   Once, for my life's eternal consolation,\n     You lent my lips your loveliness to kiss.I think Love's very essence\n     Distilled itself from out my joy and pain,\n   Like tropical trees, whose fervid inflorescence\n     Glows, gleams, and dies, never to bloom again.Often I marvel how I met the morning\n     With living eyes after that night with you,\n   Ah, how I cursed the wan, white light for dawning,\n     And mourned the paling stars, as each withdrew!Yet I, even I, who am less than dust before you,\n     Less than the lowest lintel of your door,\n   Was given one breathless midnight, to adore you.Fate, having granted this, can give no more!Afridi Love\n\n   Since, Oh, Beloved, you are not even faithful\n     To me, who loved you so, for one short night,\n   For one brief space of darkness, though my absence\n     Did but endure until the dawning light;\n\n   Since all your beauty--which was _mine_--you squandered\n     On _that_ which now lies dead across your door;\n   See here this knife, made keen and bright to kill you.You shall not see the sun rise any more.In all the empty village\n     Who is there left to hear or heed your cry?All are gone to labour in the valley,\n     Who will return before your time to die?No use to struggle; when I found you sleeping,\n     I took your hands and bound them to your side,\n   And both these slender feet, too apt at straying,\n     Down to the cot on which you lie are tied.Lie still, Beloved; that dead thing lying yonder,\n     I hated and I killed, but love is sweet,\n   And you are more than sweet to me, who love you,\n     Who decked my eyes with dust from off your feet.Give me your lips; Ah, lovely and disloyal\n     Give me yourself again; before you go\n   Down through", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Erstwhile Beloved, you were so young and fragile\n     I held you gently, as one holds a flower:\n   But now, God knows, what use to still be tender\n     To one whose life is done within an hour?Death will not hurt you, dearest,\n     As you hurt me, for just a single night,\n   You call me cruel, who laid my life in ruins\n     To gain one little moment of delight.Look up, look out, across the open doorway\n     The sunlight streams.Look at the pale, pink peach trees in our garden,\n     Sweet fruit will come of them;--but not for you.The fair, far snow, upon those jagged mountains\n     That gnaw against the hard blue Afghan sky\n   Will soon descend, set free by summer sunshine.You will not see those torrents sweeping by.From this day forward,\n     You must lie still alone; who would not lie\n   Alone for one night only, though returning\n     I was, when earliest dawn should break the sky.There lies my lute, and many strings are broken,\n     Some one was playing it, and some one tore\n   The silken tassels round my Hookah woven;\n     Some one who plays, and smokes, and loves, no more!Some one who took last night his fill of pleasure,\n     As I took mine at dawn!The knife went home\n   Straight through his heart!God only knows my rapture\n     Bathing my chill hands in the warm red foam.This is only loving,\n     Wait till I kill you!Surely the fault was mine, to love and leave you\n     Even a single night, you are so fair.Cold steel is very cooling to the fervour\n     Of over passionate ones, Beloved, like you.Not quite unlovely\n     They are as yet, as yet, though quite untrue.What will your brother say, to-night returning\n     With laden camels homewards to the hills,\n   Finding you dead, and me asleep beside you,\n     Will he awake me first before he kills?Here on the cot beside you\n     When you, my Heart's Delight, are cold in death.When your young heart and restless lips are silent,\n     Grown chilly, even beneath my burning breath.When I have slowly drawn my knife across you,\n     Taking my pleasure as I see you swoon,\n   I shall sleep sound, worn out by love's last fervour,\n     And then, God grant your kinsmen kill me soon!The chariot with its knives, or blades, to mow down the\nenemy was superseded by regiments of cavalry, the animals ridden being\nthe Old English type of War Horse.The hallway is west of the garden.In those days it was the lighter or\nsecond-rate animals, what we may call \ufffdThe hallway is east of the bathroom.", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The English knight, when clad in armour, weighed\nsomething like 4 cwt., therefore a weedy animal would have sunk under\nsuch a burden.The garden is east of the kitchen.This evidently forced the early breeders to avoid long backs by\nbreeding from strong-loined, deep-ribbed and well coupled animals,\nseeing that slackness meant weakness and, therefore, worthlessness for\nwar purposes.It is easy to understand that a long-backed, light-middled mount with\na weight of 4 cwt.on his back would simply double up when stopped\nsuddenly by the rider to swing his battle axe at the head of his\nantagonist, so we find from pictures and plates that the War Horse of\nthose far-off days was wide and muscular in his build, very full in his\nthighs, while the saddle in use reached almost from the withers to the\nhips, thus proving that the back was short.There came a time, however, when speed and mobility were preferred to\nmere weight.The knight cast away his armour and selected a lighter and\nfleeter mount than the War Horse of the ancient Britons.The change was, perhaps, began at the battle of Bannockburn in 1314.It is recorded that Robert Bruce rode a \u201cpalfrey\u201d in that battle, on\nwhich he dodged the charges of the ponderous English knights, and\nhe took a very heavy toll, not only of English warriors but of their\nmassive horses; therefore it is not unreasonable to suppose that some\nof the latter were used for breeding purposes, and thus helped to build\nup the Scottish, or Clydesdale, breed of heavy horses; but what was\nEngland\u2019s loss became Scotland\u2019s gain, in that the Clydesdale breed had\na class devoted to it at the Highland Society\u2019s Show in 1823, whereas\nhis English relative, \u201cthe Shire,\u201d did not receive recognition by the\nRoyal Agricultural Society of England till 1883, sixty years later.As\na War Horse the British breed known as \u201cThe Great Horse\u201d seems to have\nbeen at its best between the Norman Conquest, 1066, and the date of\nBannockburn above-mentioned, owing to the fact that the Norman nobles,\nwho came over with William the Conqueror, fought on horseback, whereas\nthe Britons of old used to dismount out of their chariots, and fight on\nfoot.The Battle of Hastings was waged between Harold\u2019s English Army of\ninfantry-men and William the Conqueror\u2019s Army of horsemen, ending in a\nvictory for the latter.The bedroom is west of the kitchen.The Flemish horses thus became known to English horse breeders, and\nthey were certainly used to help lay the foundation of the Old English\nbreed of cart horses.It is clear that horses with substance were used for drawing chariots\nat the Roman invasion in the year 55 B.C., but no great development\nin horse-breeding took place in England till the Normans proved that\nwarriors could fight more effectively on horseback than on foot.After\nthis the noblemen of England appear to have set store by their horses,\nconsequently the twelfth and thirteenth centuries may be regarded\nas", "question": "What is the kitchen east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The bedroom is east of the office.In Sir Walter Gilbey\u2019s book is a quotation showing that \u201cCart Horses\nfit for the dray, the plough, or the chariot\u201d were on sale at\nSmithfield (London) every Friday, the extract being made from a book\nwritten about 1154, and from the same source we learn that during the\nreign of King John, 1199-1216, a hundred stallions \u201cof large stature\u201d\nwere imported from the low countries--Flanders and Holland.Passing from this large importation to the time of the famous Robert\nBakewell of Dishley (1726-1795), we find that he too went to Flanders\nfor stock to improve his cart horses, but instead of returning\nwith stallions he bought mares, which he mated with his stallions,\nthese being of the old black breed peculiar--in those days--to\nLeicestershire.The hallway is east of the bedroom.There is no doubt that the interest taken by this great\nbreed improver in the Old English type of cart horse had an effect far\nmore important than it did in the case of the Longhorn breed of cattle,\nseeing that this has long lost its popularity, whereas that of the\nShire horse has been growing and widening from that day to this.Bakewell was the first English stockbreeder to let his stud animals for\nthe season, and although his greatest success was achieved with the\nDishley or \u201cNew Leicester\u201d sheep, he also carried on the system with\nLonghorn bulls and his cart horses, which were described as \u201cBakewell\u2019s\nBlacks.\u201d\n\nThat his horses had a reputation is proved by the fact that in 1785\nhe had the honour of exhibiting a black horse before King George III.James\u2019s Palace, but another horse named \u201cK,\u201d said by Marshall\nto have died in that same year, 1785, at the age of nineteen years,\nwas described by the writer just quoted as a better animal than that\ninspected by His Majesty the King.From the description given he\nappears to have had a commanding forehand and to have carried his head\nso high that his ears stood perpendicularly over his fore feet, as\nBakewell held that the head of a cart horse should.It can hardly be\nquestioned that he was a believer in weight, seeing that his horses\nwere \u201cthick and short in body, on very short legs.\u201d\n\nThe highest price he is credited with getting for the hire of a\nstallion for a season is 150 guineas, while the service fee at home is\nsaid to have been five guineas, which looks a small amount compared\nwith the 800 guineas obtained for the use of his ram \u201cTwo Pounder\u201d for\na season.What is of more importance to Shire horse breeders, however, is the\nfact that Robert Bakewell not only improved and popularized the Shire\nhorse of his day, but he instituted the system of letting out sires\nfor the season, which has been the means of placing good sires before\nfarmers, thus enabling them to assist in the improvement which has made\nsuch", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The hallway is east of the bedroom.It is worth while to note that Bakewell\u2019s horses were said to be\n\u201cperfectly gentle, willing workers, and of great power.\u201d He held that\nbad pullers were made so by bad management.He used two in front of\na Rotherham plough, the quantity ploughed being \u201cfour acres a day.\u201d\nSurely a splendid advertisement for the Shire as a plough horse.[Illustration]\n\n    By chance a net was to be had,\n    That boatmen used for catching shad--\n    A gill-net of the strongest kind,\n    For heavy catches well designed;\n    Few shad against its meshes ran\n    But left their bones on some one's pan,\n    This bulky thing the active crew\n    Far overboard with promptness threw.The office is west of the bedroom.A hold at once some Brownies found,\n    While others in its folds were bound,\n    Until like fish in great dismay\n    Inside the net they struggling lay.But willing hands were overhead,\n    And quickly from the muddy bed\n    Where shedder crabs and turtles crawled\n    The dripping net was upward hauled,\n    With all the Brownies clinging fast,\n    Till safe on deck they stood at last.[Illustration]\n\n                    Sometimes a mule fell off the road\n                    And in the stream with all its load.Then precious time would be consumed\n    Before the trip could be resumed.Thus on they went from mile to mile,\n    With many strange mishaps the while,\n    But working bravely through the night\n    Until the city came in sight.Said one: \"Now, thanks to bearded goats\n    And patient mules, the heavy boats\n    For hours have glided on their way,\n    And reached the waters of the bay.But see, the sun's about to show\n    His colors to the world below,\n    And other birds than those of night\n    Begin to take their morning flight.Our time is up; we've done our best;\n    The ebbing tide must do the rest;\n    Now drifting downward to their pier\n    Let barges unassisted steer,\n    While we make haste, with nimble feet,\n    To find in woods a safe retreat.\"[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE BROWNIES IN THE STUDIO.The Brownies once approached in glee\n    A slumbering city by the sea.\"In yonder town,\" the leader cried,\n    \"I hear the artist does reside\n    Who pictures out, with patient hand,\n    The doings of the Brownie band.\"\"I'd freely give,\" another said,\n    \"The cap", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The bathroom is west of the garden.A third replied: \"Your cap retain\n    To shield your poll from snow or rain.His studio is farther down,\n    Within a corner-building brown.So follow me a mile or more\n    And soon we'll reach the office door.\"[Illustration]\n\n    Then through the park, around the square,\n    And down the broadest thoroughfare,\n    The anxious Brownies quickly passed,\n    And reached the building huge at last.[Illustration]\n\n        They paused awhile to view the sight,\n        To speak about its age and height,\n        And read the signs, so long and wide,\n        That met the gaze on every side.But little time was wasted there,\n                For soon their feet had found the stair.And next the room, where oft are told\n                Their funny actions, free and bold,\n                Was honored by a friendly call\n                From all the Brownies, great and small.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n                Then what a gallery they found,\n                As here and there they moved around--\n                For now they gaze upon a scene\n                That showed them sporting on the green;\n                Then, hastening o'er the fields with speed\n                To help some farmer in his need.The office is east of the garden.Said one, \"Upon this desk, no doubt,\n                Where now we cluster round about,\n                Our doings have been plainly told\n    From month to month, through heat and cold.And there's the ink, I apprehend,\n    On which our very lives depend.Be careful, moving to and fro,\n    Lest we upset it as we go.For who can tell what tales untold\n            That darksome liquid may unfold!\"[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n            A telephone gave great delight\n            To those who tried it half the night,\n            Some asking after fresh supplies;\n    Or if their stocks were on the rise;\n    What ship was safe; what bank was firm;", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Thus messages ran to and fro\n    With \"Who are you?\"And all the repetitions known\n    To those who use the telephone.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n    \"Oh, here's the pen, as I opine,\"\n    Said one, \"that's written every line;\n    Indebted to this pen are we\n    For all our fame and history.\"\"See here,\" another said, \"I've found\n    The pointed pencil, long and round,\n    That pictures all our looks so wise,\n            Our smiles so broad and staring eyes;\n            'Tis well it draws us all aright,\n            Or we might bear it off to-night.But glad are we to have our name\n            In every region known to fame,\n            To know that children lisp our praise,\n            And on our faces love to gaze.\"Old pistols that brave service knew\n    At Bunker Hill, were brought to view\n    In mimic duels on the floor,\n    And snapped at paces three or four;\n    While from the foils the Brownies plied,\n    The sparks in showers scattered wide,\n    As thrust and parry, cut and guard,\n    In swift succession followed hard.The hallway is west of the bathroom.The British and Mongolian slash\n    Were tried in turn with brilliant dash,\n    Till foils, and skill, and temper too,\n    Were amply tested through and through.[Illustration]\n\n    They found old shields that bore the dint\n    Of spears and arrow-heads of flint,\n    And held them up in proper pose;\n    Then rained upon them Spartan blows.[Illustration]\n\n    Lay figures, draped in ancient styles,\n    From some drew graceful bows and smiles,\n    Until the laugh of comrades nigh\n    Led them to look with sharper eye.A portrait now they criticize,\n    Which every one could recognize:\n    The features, garments, and the style,\n    Soon brought to every face a smile.Some tried a hand at painting there,\n    And showed their skill was something rare;\n    While others talked and rummaged through\n    The desk to find the stories new,\n    That told about some late affair,\n    Of which the world was not aware.But pleasure seemed to have the power\n    To hasten every passing hour,\n    And bring too soon the morning chime,\n    However well they note the time.Now, from a chapel's brazen bellThe bathroom is west of the bedroom.", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "So down the staircase to the street\n    They made their way with nimble feet,\n    And ere the sun could show his face,\n    The band had reached a hiding-place.On\n the other hand, we could do that just as well if we simply started\n separately, and were friends.\u2018Miss MacGregor was one of the J.-B.lot, and she and I had awful\n rows over that question.But we certainly got on very well before\n that, and, as she says, that was not a personal question.I am quite\n sure Miss MacGregor is Scotch enough not to propose any arrangement\n which won\u2019t be to her own advantage.Probably, I know a good many more\n people than she does.The question for me is whether it will be for my\n advantage.The hallway is west of the kitchen.Miss MacGregor is\n a splendid pathologist.Nowadays one ought to do a lot of that work\n with one\u2019s cases, and I have been puzzling over how one could, and yet\n keep aseptic.If we could make some arrangement by which we could work\n into one another\u2019s hands in that way, I think it would be for both our\n advantages.There is one thing in favour of it, if Miss MacGregor and\n I are definitely working together, no one can be astonished at our not\n calling in other people.Miss MacGregor, apart from everything else,\n is distinctly one of our best women, and it would be nice working with\n her.What do you think of it, Papa, dear?Of course I should live at\n home in any case.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.My consulting rooms anyhow would have to be outside,\n for the old ladies would not climb up the stair!\u2018DUBLIN, _Feb.\u2018I do thank you so much for having let me come here.But it was\n awfully good of you to let me come.I am sure it will make a\n difference all my life.I really feel on my feet in this subject now.The more I think of it, the more I think it would be wise to start\n with Miss MacGregor.we will\n start the dispensary, and we\u2019ll end by having a hospital like the\n Rotunda, where students shall live on the premises--female students\n only.Not that these boys are not very nice and good-natured, only\n they are out of place in the Rotunda.\u2019\n\nThis was nearly the last letter written by Elsie to her father.In most\nof her letters during the preceding months it was obvious Mr.Inglis\u2019\nhealth was causing her anxiety, and the inquiries and suggestions\nfor his well-being grew more urgent as the shadow of death fell\nincreasingly dark on the written pages.Elsie returned to receive his eager welcome, but even her eyes were\nblinded to the rapidly approaching parting.On the 15th of March 1894,\nshe wrote to her brother Ernest in India, telling all the story of Mr.Inglis\u2019 passing on the 13th of that month.There was much suffering\nborne with quiet patience, \u2018He never once complained: I never saw such\na patient.\u2019 At", "question": "What is the kitchen east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "He said, \u2018Pull down the blind.\u2019 Then the\nchivalrous, knightly soul passed into the light that never was on sea\nor land.\u2018It was a splendid life he led,\u2019 writes Elsie to her brother; \u2018his old\n Indian friends write now and say how \u201cthe name of John Inglis always\n represented everything that was upright and straightforward and high\n principled in the character of a Christian gentleman.\u201d He always said\n that he did not believe that death was the stopping place, but that\n one would go on growing and learning through all eternity.We had made such plans, and now it does not seem worth while to go on\n working at all.I said it would be such a joke to see Dr.Saturday afternoons were to be his, and he was to come over\n in my trap.The hallway is east of the garden.\u2018He never thought of himself at all.Even when he was very ill at\n the end, he always looked up when one went in, and said, \u201cWell, my\n darling.\u201d I am glad I knew about nursing, for we did not need to have\n any stranger about him.He would have hated that.\u2019\n\n\n\n\nCHAPTER VI\n\nPOLITICAL ENFRANCHISEMENT AND NATIONAL POLITICS\n\n    \u2018Well done, New Zealand!I expect I shall live to have a vote.\u2019--E.\n    M. I., 1891.\u2018I envy not in any mood\n      The captive void of noble rage,\n      The linnet born within the cage,\n    That never knew the summer woods.\u2019\n\n    \u2018So the vote has come!Fancy its having taken the\n    war to show them how ready we were to work!Or even to show that\n    that work was necessary.Where do they think the world would have\n    been without women\u2019s work all these ages?\u2019--E. M. I., Reni, Russia,\n    June 1917.David Inglis, writing to his son on his marriage in 1845, says:--\n\n \u2018I cannot express the deep interest, or the ardent hopes with which\n my bosom is filled on the occasion, or the earnest though humble\n prayer to the Giver of all good which it has uttered that He may shed\n abundantly upon you _both_ the rich mercies of His grace: with those\n feelings I take each of you to my heart, and give you my parental\n love and blessing.The bedroom is west of the garden.You have told me enough of the object of your fond\n choice to make her henceforth dear to me, to all of us, on her own\n account, as well as yours.\u2018And here, my beloved David, I would turn for a moment more\n immediately to yourself, as being now in a situation very different\n from that in which you have hitherto been placed.As a husband, then,\n it will now behove you to remember that you are not your own exclusive\n property--that for a single moment you must never forget; the tender\n love and affectionate respect and consideration which are due from", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The office is east of the bedroom.The bedroom is east of the garden.Let such be manifest in your every act, as connected\n with every object in which _she_ is concerned.Her love and affection\n for you will then be reciprocal and pure and lasting, and thus will\n you become to each other what, under God\u2019s blessing, you are meant to\n be--a mutual comfort and an abiding stay.When we came\nTo the fourth day, then Geddo at my feet\nOutstretch'd did fling him, crying, 'Hast no help\nFor me, my father!'There he died, and e'en\nPlainly as thou seest me, saw I the three\nFall one by one 'twixt the fifth day and sixth:\n\n\"Whence I betook me now grown blind to grope\nOver them all, and for three days aloud\nCall'd on them who were dead.Thus having spoke,\n\nOnce more upon the wretched skull his teeth\nHe fasten'd, like a mastiff's 'gainst the bone\nFirm and unyielding.shame\nOf all the people, who their dwelling make\nIn that fair region, where th' Italian voice\nIs heard, since that thy neighbours are so slack\nTo punish, from their deep foundations rise\nCapraia and Gorgona, and dam up\nThe mouth of Arno, that each soul in thee\nMay perish in the waters!What if fame\nReported that thy castles were betray'd\nBy Ugolino, yet no right hadst thou\nTo stretch his children on the rack.For them,\nBrigata, Ugaccione, and the pair\nOf gentle ones, of whom my song hath told,\nTheir tender years, thou modern Thebes!Onward we pass'd,\nWhere others skarf'd in rugged folds of ice\nNot on their feet were turn'd, but each revers'd.There very weeping suffers not to weep;\nFor at their eyes grief seeking passage finds\nImpediment, and rolling inward turns\nFor increase of sharp anguish: the first tears\nHang cluster'd, and like crystal vizors show,\nUnder the socket brimming all the cup.Now though the cold had from my face dislodg'd\nEach feeling, as 't were callous, yet me seem'd\nSome breath of wind I felt.\"Whence cometh this,\"\nSaid I, \"my master?Is not here below\nAll vapour quench'd?\"--\"'Thou shalt be speedily,\"\nHe answer'd, \"where thine eye shall tell thee whence\nThe cause descrying of this airy shower.\"Then cried out one in the chill crust who mourn'd:\n\"O souls so cruel!that the farthest post\nHath been assign'd you, from this face remove\nThe harden'd veil, that I may vent the grief\nImpregnate at my heart, some little space\nEre it congeal again!\"I thus replied:\n\"Say who thou wast, if thou wouldst have mine aid;\nAnd if I extricate thee not, far down\nAs to the lowest ice may I descend!\"\"The friar Alberigo,\" answered he,\n\"Am I, who from the evil garden pluck'd", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "I exclaim'd,\n\"Art thou too dead!\"--\"How in the world aloft\nIt fareth with my body,\" answer'd he,\n\"I am right ignorant.The hallway is north of the garden.Such privilege\nHath Ptolomea, that ofttimes the soul\nDrops hither, ere by Atropos divorc'd.And that thou mayst wipe out more willingly\nThe glazed tear-drops that o'erlay mine eyes,\nKnow that the soul, that moment she betrays,\nAs I did, yields her body to a fiend\nWho after moves and governs it at will,\nTill all its time be rounded; headlong she\nFalls to this cistern.And perchance above\nDoth yet appear the body of a ghost,\nWho here behind me winters.Him thou know'st,\nIf thou but newly art arriv'd below.The years are many that have pass'd away,\nSince to this fastness Branca Doria came.\"\"Now,\" answer'd I, \"methinks thou mockest me,\nFor Branca Doria never yet hath died,\nBut doth all natural functions of a man,\nEats, drinks, and sleeps, and putteth raiment on.\"He thus: \"Not yet unto that upper foss\nBy th' evil talons guarded, where the pitch\nTenacious boils, had Michael Zanche reach'd,\nWhen this one left a demon in his stead\nIn his own body, and of one his kin,\nWho with him treachery wrought.But now put forth\nThy hand, and ope mine eyes.\"men perverse in every way,\nWith every foulness stain'd, why from the earth\nAre ye not cancel'd?Such an one of yours\nI with Romagna's darkest spirit found,\nAs for his doings even now in soul\nIs in Cocytus plung'd, and yet doth seem\nIn body still alive upon the earth.CANTO XXXIV\n\n\"THE banners of Hell's Monarch do come forth\nTowards us; therefore look,\" so spake my guide,\n\"If thou discern him.\"As, when breathes a cloud\nHeavy and dense, or when the shades of night\nFall on our hemisphere, seems view'd from far\nA windmill, which the blast stirs briskly round,\nSuch was the fabric then methought I saw,\n\nTo shield me from the wind, forthwith I drew\nBehind my guide: no covert else was there.Now came I (and with fear I bid my strain\nRecord the marvel) where the souls were all\nWhelm'd underneath, transparent, as through glass\nPellucid the frail stem.Some prone were laid,\nOthers stood upright, this upon the soles,\nThat on his head, a third with face to feet\nArch'd like a bow.When to the point we came,\nWhereat my guide was pleas'd that I should see\nThe creature eminent in beauty once,\nHe from before me stepp'd and made me pause.The hallway is south of the kitchen.and lo the place,\nWhere thou hast need to arm thy heart with strength.\"How frozen and how faint I then became,\nAsk me not, reader!", "question": "What is the kitchen north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "for I write it not,\nSince words would fail to tell thee of my state.Think thyself\nIf quick conception work in thee at all,\nHow I did feel.That emperor, who sways\nThe realm of sorrow, at mid breast from th' ice\nStood forth; and I in stature am more like\nA giant, than the giants are in his arms.Mark now how great that whole must be, which suits\nWith such a part.If he were beautiful\nAs he is hideous now, and yet did dare\nTo scowl upon his Maker, well from him\nMay all our mis'ry flow.How passing strange it seem'd, when I did spy\nUpon his head three faces: one in front\nOf hue vermilion, th' other two with this\nMidway each shoulder join'd and at the crest;\nThe right 'twixt wan and yellow seem'd: the left\nTo look on, such as come from whence old Nile\nStoops to the lowlands.Under each shot forth\nTwo mighty wings, enormous as became\nA bird so vast.Sails never such I saw\nOutstretch'd on the wide sea.No plumes had they,\nBut were in texture like a bat, and these\nHe flapp'd i' th' air, that from him issued still\nThree winds, wherewith Cocytus to its depth\nWas frozen.At six eyes he wept: the tears\nAdown three chins distill'd with bloody foam.The garden is east of the bathroom.At every mouth his teeth a sinner champ'd\nBruis'd as with pond'rous engine, so that three\nWere in this guise tormented.But far more\nThan from that gnawing, was the foremost pang'd\nBy the fierce rending, whence ofttimes the back\nWas stript of all its skin.\"That upper spirit,\nWho hath worse punishment,\" so spake my guide,\n\"Is Judas, he that hath his head within\nAnd plies the feet without.Of th' other two,\nWhose heads are under, from the murky jaw\nWho hangs, is Brutus: lo!how he doth writhe\nAnd speaks not!Th' other Cassius, that appears\nSo large of limb.But night now re-ascends,\nAnd it is time for parting.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.Have you been tumbling off of a 'bus?\"Ginger couldn't answer; and Sam Small and Peter sat up in bed alongside\nof 'im, and Bill, getting as far back on 'is bed as he could, sat staring\nat their pore faces as if 'e was having a 'orrible dream.\"And there's Sam,\" he ses.\"Where ever did you get that mouth, Sam?\"\"Same place as Ginger got 'is eye and pore Peter got 'is face,\" ses Sam,\ngrinding his teeth.\"You don't mean to tell me,\" ses Bill, in a sad voice--\"you don't mean to\ntell me that I did it?\"\"You know well enough,\" ses Ginger.Bill looked at 'em, and 'is face got as long as a yard measure.\"I'd 'oped I'd growed out of", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"You surprise me,\" ses Ginger, sarcastic-like.The kitchen is east of the hallway.\"Don't talk like that,\nGinger,\" ses Bill, 'arf crying.\"It ain't my fault; it's my weakness.\"I don't know,\" ses Ginger, \"but you won't get the chance of doing it\nagin, I'll tell you that much.\"\"I daresay I shall be better to-night, Ginger,\" ses Bill, very humble;\n\"it don't always take me that way.\"Well, we don't want you with us any more,\" ses old Sam, 'olding his 'ead\nvery high.\"You'll 'ave to go and get your beer by yourself, Bill,\" ses Peter\nRusset, feeling 'is bruises with the tips of 'is fingers.\"But then I should be worse,\" ses Bill.\"I want cheerful company when\nI'm like that.I should very likely come 'ome and 'arf kill you all in\nyour beds.You don't 'arf know what I'm like.Last night was nothing,\nelse I should 'ave remembered it.\"'Ow do you think company's going to be\ncheerful when you're carrying on like that, Bill?Why don't you go away\nand leave us alone?\"\"Because I've got a 'art,\" ses Bill.\"I can't chuck up pals in that\nfree-and-easy way.Once I take a liking to anybody I'd do anything for\n'em, and I've never met three chaps I like better than wot I do you.Three nicer, straight-forrad, free-'anded mates I've never met afore.\"\"Why not take the pledge agin, Bill?\"\"No, mate,\" ses Bill, with a kind smile; \"it's just a weakness, and I\nmust try and grow out of it.I'll tie a bit o' string round my little\nfinger to-night as a re-minder.\"He got out of bed and began to wash 'is face, and Ginger Dick, who was\ndoing a bit o' thinking, gave a whisper to Sam and Peter Russet.\"All right, Bill, old man,\" he ses, getting out of bed and beginning to\nput his clothes on; \"but first of all we'll try and find out 'ow the\nlandlord is.\"The bathroom is east of the kitchen.ses Bill, puffing and blowing in the basin.\"Why, the one you bashed,\" ses Ginger, with a wink at the other two.\"He\n'adn't got 'is senses back when me and Sam came away.\"Bill gave a groan and sat on the bed while 'e dried himself, and Ginger\ntold 'im 'ow he 'ad bent a quart pot on the landlord's 'ead, and 'ow the\nlandlord 'ad been carried upstairs and the doctor sent for.He began to\ntremble all over, and when Ginger said he'd go out and see 'ow the land\nlay 'e could 'ardly thank 'im enough.He stayed in the bedroom all day, with the blinds down, and wouldn't eat\nanything, and when Ginger looked in about eight o'clock to find out\nwhether", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Ginger was gone about two hours, and when 'e came back he looked so\nsolemn that old Sam asked 'im whether he 'ad seen a ghost.Ginger didn't\nanswer 'im; he set down on the side o' the bed and sat thinking.\"I s'pose--I s'pose it's nice and fresh in the streets this morning?\"ses Bill, at last, in a trembling voice.\"I didn't notice, mate,\" he ses.Then\n'e got up and patted Bill on the back, very gentle, and sat down again.[Illustration: \"Patted Bill on the back, very gentle.\"]asks Peter Russet, staring at 'im.\"It's that landlord,\" ses Ginger; \"there's straw down in the road\noutside, and they say that he's dying.Pore old Bill don't know 'is own\nstrength.The best thing you can do, old pal, is to go as far away as\nyou can, at once.\"\"I shouldn't wait a minnit if it was me,\" ses old Sam.Bill groaned and hid 'is face in his 'ands, and then Peter Russet went\nand spoilt things by saying that the safest place for a murderer to 'ide\nin was London.Bill gave a dreadful groan when 'e said murderer, but 'e\nup and agreed with Peter, and all Sam and Ginger Dick could do wouldn't\nmake 'im alter his mind.He said that he would shave off 'is beard and\nmoustache, and when night came 'e would creep out and take a lodging\nsomewhere right the other end of London.\"It'll soon be dark,\" ses Ginger, \"and your own brother wouldn't know you\nnow, Bill.\"Nobody must know that, mate,\" he ses.\"I must go\ninto hiding for as long as I can--as long as my money lasts; I've only\ngot six pounds left.\"\"That'll last a long time if you're careful,\" ses Ginger.\"I want a lot more,\" ses Bill.\"I want you to take this silver ring as a\nkeepsake, Ginger.If I 'ad another six pounds or so I should feel much\nsafer.'Ow much 'ave you got, Ginger?\"The kitchen is south of the office.\"Not much,\" ses Ginger, shaking his 'ead.\"Lend it to me, mate,\" ses Bill, stretching out his 'and.Ah, I wish I was you; I'd be as 'appy as 'appy if I\nhadn't got a penny.\"\"I'm very sorry, Bill,\" ses Ginger, trying to smile, \"but I've already\npromised to lend it to a man wot we met this evening.A promise is a\npromise, else I'd lend it to you with pleasure.\"\"Would you let me be 'ung for the sake of a few pounds, Ginger?\"The hallway is north of the office.ses\nBill, looking at 'im reproach-fully.\"I'm a desprit man, Ginger, and I\nmust 'ave that money.\"Afore pore Ginger could move he suddenly clapped 'is hand over 'is mouth\nand flung 'im on the bed", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Ginger was like a child in 'is hands, although\nhe struggled like a madman, and in five minutes 'e was laying there with\na towel tied round his mouth and 'is arms and legs tied up with the cord\noff of Sam's chest.\"I'm very sorry, Ginger,\" ses Bill, as 'e took a little over eight pounds\nout of Ginger's pocket.\"I'll pay you back one o' these days, if I can.If you'd got a rope round your neck same as I 'ave you'd do the same as\nI've done.\"He lifted up the bedclothes and put Ginger inside and tucked 'im up.Ginger's face was red with passion and 'is eyes starting out of his 'ead.The kitchen is north of the bedroom.\"Eight and six is fifteen,\" ses Bill, and just then he 'eard somebody\ncoming up the stairs.Ginger 'eard it, too, and as Peter Russet came\ninto the room 'e tried all 'e could to attract 'is attention by rolling\n'is 'ead from side to side.\"Why, 'as Ginger gone to bed?\"I've got an\nall-day desk job in my uncle's office and I'm going to dig in and see\nwhat I can make of myself.Also, this is going to be our headquarters,\nand Eleanor's permanent home if we're all agreed upon it,--but look\naround, ladies.If you think I can interior\ndecorate, just tell me so frankly.\"It's like that old conundrum--black and white and red all over,\"\nGertrude said.The bedroom is north of the bathroom.\"I never saw anything so stunning in all my life.\"I admire your nerve,\" Peter cried, \"papering this place in\nwhite, and then getting in all this heavy carved black stuff, and the\nred in the tapestries and screens and pillows.\"\"I wanted it to look studioish a little,\" David explained, \"I wanted\nto get away from Louis Quartorze.\"\"And drawing-rooms like mother used to make,\" Gertrude suggested.Do you see, Margaret, everything is Indian\nor Chinese?The ubiquitous Japanese print is conspicuous by its\nabsence.\"\"I've got two portfolios full of 'em,\" David said, \"and I always have\none or two up in the bedrooms.I change 'em around, you know, the way\nthe <DW61>s do themselves, a different scene every few days and the rest\ndecently out of sight till you're ready for 'em.\"\"It's like a fairy story,\" Margaret said.\"I thought you'd appreciate what little Arabian Nights I was able to\nintroduce.I bought that screen,\" he indicated a sweep of Chinese line\nand color, \"with my eye on you, and that Aladdin's lamp is yours, of\ncourse.You're to come in here and rub it whenever you like, and your\nheart's desire will instantly be vouchsafed to you.\"Peter suggested, as David led the way through\nthe corridor and up the tiny stairs which led to the more intricate\npart of the establishment.\"This is her room, didn't you say, David?\"He paused on the threshold of a bedroom done", "question": "What is north of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"She once said that she wanted a yellow room,\" David said, \"a\ndaffy-down-dilly room, and I've tried to get her one.I know last\nyear that Maggie Lou child refused to have yellow curtains in that\nflatiron shaped sitting-room of theirs, and Eleanor refused to be\ncomforted.\"A wild whoop in the below stairs announced Jimmie; and Beulah arrived\nsimultaneously with the tea tray.Jimmie was ecstatic when the actual\nfunction of the place was explained to him.\"Headquarters is the one thing we've lacked,\" he said; \"a place of our\nown, hully gee!\"You haven't been feeling altogether human lately, have you, Jimmie?\"\"I'm a bad\negg,\" he explained to her darkly, \"and the only thing you can do with\nme is to scramble me.\"\"Scrambled is just about the way I should have described your behavior\nof late,--but that's Gertrude's line,\" David said.\"Only she doesn't\nseem to be taking an active part in the conversation.Aren't you\nJimmie's keeper any more, Gertrude?\"The kitchen is west of the garden.\"Not since she's come back from abroad,\" Jimmie muttered without\nlooking at her.\"Eleanor's taken the job over now,\" Peter said.\"She's made him swear\noff red ink and red neckties.\"\"Any color so long's it's red is the color that suits me best,\" Jimmie\nquoted.\"Lord, isn't this room a pippin?\"He swam in among the bright\npillows of the divan and so hid his face for a moment.It had been a\ngood many weeks since he had seen Gertrude.\"I want to give a suffrage tea here,\" Beulah broke in suddenly.\"It's\nso central, but I don't suppose David would hear of it.\"\"Angels and Ministers of Grace defend us--\" Peter began.\"My _mother_ would hear of it,\" David said, \"and then there wouldn't\nbe any little studio any more.She doesn't believe in votes for\nwomen.\"\"How any woman in this day and age--\" Beulah began, and thought better\nof it, since she was discussing Mrs.\"Makes your blood boil, doesn't it--Beulahland?\"Gertrude suggested\nhelpfully, reaching for the tea cakes.\"Never mind, I'll vote for\nwomen.\"The Lord helps those that help themselves,\" Peter said, \"that's why\nGertrude is a suffragist.She believes in helping herself, in every\nsense, don't you, 'Trude?\"\"Not quite in every sense,\" Gertrude said gravely.\"Sometimes I feel\nlike that girl that Margaret describes as caught in a horrid way\nbetween two generations.\"I'd rather be that way than early Victorian,\" Margaret sighed.\"Speaking of the latest generation, has anybody any objection to\nhaving our child here for the holidays?\"\"My idea is to\nhave one grand Christmas dinner.I suppose we'll all have to eat one\nmeal with our respective families,The garden is west of the bedroom.", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"We can't, but we will,\" Margaret murmured.I wanted her with me but the family thought otherwise.They've\nbeen trying to send me away for my health, David.\"You'll stay in New York for your health and come\nto my party.\"\"Margaret's health is merely a matter of Margaret's happiness anyhow.Her soul and her body are all one,\" Gertrude said.\"Then cursed be he who brings anything but happiness to Margaret,\"\nPeter said, to which sentiment David added a solemn \"Amen.\"\"I wish you wouldn't,\" Margaret said, shivering a little, \"I feel as\nif some one were--were--\"\n\n\"Trampling the violets on your grave,\" Gertrude finished for her.Christmas that year fell on a Monday, and Eleanor did not leave school\ntill the Friday before the great day.The office is east of the kitchen.Owing to the exigencies of the\nholiday season none of her guardians came to see her before the dinner\nparty itself.Even David was busy with his mother--installed now for a\nfew weeks in the hotel suite that would be her home until the opening\nof the season at Palm Beach--and had only a few hurried words with\nher.Mademoiselle, whom he had imported for the occasion, met her at\nthe station and helped her to do her modest shopping which consisted\nchiefly of gifts for her beloved aunts and uncles.The bathroom is west of the kitchen.She had arranged\nthese things lovingly at their plates, and fled to dress when they\nbegan to assemble for the celebration.The girls were the first\narrivals.\"I had a few minutes' talk\nwith her over the telephone and she seemed to be flourishing.\"\"She's grown several feet since we last saw\nher.They've been giving scenes from Shakespeare at school and she's\nbeen playing Juliet, it appears.We congratulated ourselves that no such disaster was likely\nto happen to us.\"Yes; I've been a teetotaller all my life,\" said our driver, a\nbright-looking, intelligent young fellow, whom, as he became rather a\nprominent adjunct to our life and decidedly to our comfort, I shall\nindividualise by calling him Charles.\"I had good need to avoid\ndrinking.No fear of me,\nma'am.\"So at once between him and us, or him and \"we,\" according to the\nCornish habit of transposing pronouns, was established a feeling of\nfraternity, which, during the six days that we had to do with him,\ndeepened into real regard.Never failing when wanted, never presuming\nwhen not wanted, straightforward, independent, yet full of that\nrespectful kindliness which servants can always show and masters\nshould always appreciate, giving us a chivalrous care, which, being\n\"unprotected females,\" was to us extremely valuable, I here record that\nmuch of the pleasure of our tour was owing to this honest Cornishman,\nwho served us, his horse, and his master--he was one of the employes of\na livery-stable keeper--with equal fidelity.Certainly, numerous as were the parties he had driven--(\"I go to the\nLizard about three times a", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"Just turn and look behind you, ladies\" (we had begged to be shown\neverything and told everything); \"isn't that a pretty view?\"From the high ground we could see Falmouth with its\nsheltered bay and glittering sea beyond.Landward were the villages of\nMabe and Constantine, with their great quarries of granite, and in the\ndistance lay wide sweeps of undulating land, barren and treeless, but\nstill beautiful--not with the rich pastoral beauty of our own Kent, yet\nhaving a charm of its own.And the air, so fresh and pure, yet soft and\nbalmy, it felt to tender lungs like the difference between milk and\ncream.To breathe became a pleasure instead of a pain.The bedroom is west of the garden.I could quite\nunderstand how the semi-tropical plants that we had seen in a lovely\ngarden below, grew and flourished, how the hydrangeas became huge\nbushes, and the eucalyptus an actual forest tree.But this was in the sheltered valley, and we had gained the hill-top,\nemerging out of one of those deep-cut lanes peculiar to Devon and\nCornwall, and so pretty in themselves, a perfect garden of wild flowers\nand ferns, except that they completely shut out the view.This did not\nmuch afflict the practical minds of my two juniors.Half an hour before\nthey had set up a shout--\n\n\"Stop the carriage!The garden is west of the kitchen.Did you\never see such big blackberries?Let us get out;\nwe'll gather them for to-morrow's pudding.\"Undoubtedly a dinner earned is the sweetest of all dinners.I remember\nonce thinking that our cowslip tea (I should not like to drink it\nnow) was better than our grandmother's best Bohea or something out\nof her lovely old tea-caddy.So the carriage, lightened of all but\nmyself, crawled leisurely up and waited on the hill-top for the busy\nblackberry-gatherers.While our horse stood cropping an extempore meal, I and his driver\nbegan to talk about him and other cognate topics, including the\npermanent one of the great advantage to both body and soul in being\nfreed all one's life long from the necessity of getting \"something to\ndrink\" stronger than water.[Illustration: A FISHERMAN'S CELLAR NEAR THE LIZARD.]\"Yes,\" he said, \"I find I can do as much upon tea or coffee as other\nmen upon beer.I'm just as strong and as active, and can stand weather\nquite as well.It's a pretty hard life, winter and summer, driving all\nday, coming in soaked, sometimes in the middle of the night, having to\nturn in for an hour or two, and then turn out again.And you must look\nafter your horse, of course, before you think of yourself.Still, I\nstand it well, and that without a drop of beer from years end to years\nend.\"I congratulated and sympathised; in return for which Charles entered\nheart and soul into the blackberry question, pointed out where the\nbiggest blackberries hung, and looked indeed--", "question": "What is the kitchen east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The hallway is east of the bedroom.I put, smiling, the careless question, \"Have you any little folks of\nyour own?How cautious one should be over an idle word!All of a sudden the\ncheerful face clouded, the mouth began to quiver, with difficulty I\nsaw he kept back the tears.The office is west of the bedroom.It was a version in every-day life of\nLongfellow's most pathetic little poem, \"The Two Locks of Hair.\"\"My wife broke her heart after the baby, I think.It's fifteen months now\"--(he had evidently counted\nthem)--\"fifteen months since I have been alone.I didn't like to give\nup my home and my bits of things; still, when a man has to come in wet\nand tired to an empty house----\"\n\nHe turned suddenly away and busied himself over his horse, for just\nthat minute the two girls came running back, laughing heartily, and\nshowing their baskets full of \"the very biggest blackberries you ever\nsaw!\"I took them back into the carriage; the driver mounted his box,\nand drove on for some miles in total silence.As, when I had whispered\nthat little episode to my two companions, so did we.There are two ways of going from Falmouth to the Lizard--the regular\nroute through the town of Helstone, and another, a trifle longer,\nthrough the woods of Trelowarren, the seat of the old Cornish family of\nVyvyan.\"I'll take you that road, ma'am, it's much the prettiest,\" said Charles\nevidently exerting himself to recover his cheerful looks and be the\ncivil driver and guide, showing off all the curiosities and beauties\nof the neighbourhood.And very pretty Trelowarren was, though nothing\nremarkable to us who came from the garden of England.Still, the trees\nwere big--for Cornwall, and in the ferny glade grew abundantly the\n_Osmunda regalis_, a root of which we greatly coveted, and Charles\noffered to get.He seemed to take a pride in showing us everything,\nexcept what he probably did not know of, and which, when I heard of\ntoo late, was to me a real regret.At Trelowarren, not far from the house, are a series of subterranean\nchambers and galleries, in all ninety feet long and about the height\nof a man.The Locust is then perceived and forthwith enswathed, after\nwhich the signalling-thread is remade, taking the place of the one\nwhich I have broken.Along this road the Spider goes home, dragging her\nprey behind her.My neighbour, the mighty Angular Epeira, with her telegraph-wire nine\nfeet long, has even better things in store for me.One morning I find\nher web, which is now deserted, almost intact, a proof that the night's\nhunting has not been good.With a piece of\ngame for a bait, I hope to bring her down from her lofty retreat.I entangle in the web a rare morsel, a Dragon-fly, who struggles\ndesperately and sets the whole net a-shaking.", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The other, up above,\nleaves her lurking-place amid the cypress-foliage, strides swiftly down\nalong her telegraph-wire, comes to the Dragon-fly, trusses her and at\nonce climbs home again by the same road, with her prize dangling at her\nheels by a thread.The final sacrifice will take place in the quiet of\nthe leafy sanctuary.The garden is north of the bedroom.A few days later I renew my experiment under the same conditions, but,\nthis time, I first cut the signalling-thread.In vain I select a large\nDragon-fly, a very restless prisoner; in vain I exert my patience: the\nSpider does not come down all day.Her telegraph being broken, she\nreceives no notice of what is happening nine feet below.The entangled\nmorsel remains where it lies, not despised, but unknown.At nightfall\nthe Epeira leaves her cabin, passes over the ruins of her web, finds\nthe Dragon-fly and eats him on the spot, after which the net is\nrenewed.The hallway is south of the bedroom.The Epeirae, who occupy a distant retreat by day, cannot do without a\nprivate wire that keeps them in permanent communication with the\ndeserted web.All of them have one, in point of fact, but only when age\ncomes, age prone to rest and to long slumbers.In their youth, the\nEpeirae, who are then very wide awake, know nothing of the art of\ntelegraphy.Besides, their web, a short-lived work whereof hardly a\ntrace remains on the morrow, does not allow of this kind of industry.It is no use going to the expense of a signalling-apparatus for a\nruined snare wherein nothing can now be caught.Only the old Spiders,\nmeditating or dozing in their green tent, are warned from afar, by\ntelegraph, of what takes place on the web.To save herself from keeping a close watch that would degenerate into\ndrudgery and to remain alive to events even when resting, with her back\nturned on the net, the ambushed Spider always has her foot upon the\ntelegraph-wire.Of my observations on this subject, let me relate the\nfollowing, which will be sufficient for our purpose.An Angular Epeira, with a remarkably fine belly, has spun her web\nbetween two laurustine-shrubs, covering a width of nearly a yard.The\nsun beats upon the snare, which is abandoned long before dawn.The\nSpider is in her day manor, a resort easily discovered by following the\ntelegraph-wire.It is a vaulted chamber of dead leaves, joined together\nwith a few bits of silk.The refuge is deep: the Spider disappears in\nit entirely, all but her rounded hind-quarters, which bar the entrance\nto her donjon.With her front half plunged into the back of her hut, the Epeira\ncertainly cannot see her web.Even if she had good sight, instead of\nbeing purblind, her position could not possibly allow her to keep the\nprey in view.Does she give up hunting during this period of bright\nsunlight?One of her hind-", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Whoso has\nnot seen the Epeira in this attitude, with her hand, so to speak, on\nthe telegraph-receiver, knows nothing of one of the most curious\ninstances of animal cleverness.Let any game appear upon the scene; and\nthe slumberer, forthwith aroused by means of the leg receiving the\nvibrations, hastens up.A Locust whom I myself lay on the web procures\nher this agreeable shock and what follows.If she is satisfied with her\nbag, I am still more satisfied with what I have learnt.The different parts\nof the framework, tossed and teased by the eddying air-currents, cannot\nfail to transmit their vibration to the signalling-thread.Nevertheless, the Spider does not quit her hut and remains indifferent\nto the commotion prevailing in the net.Her line, therefore, is\nsomething better than a bell-rope that pulls and communicates the\nimpulse given: it is a telephone capable, like our own, of transmitting\ninfinitesimal waves of sound.Clutching her telephone-wire with a toe,\nthe Spider listens with her leg; she perceives the innermost\nvibrations; she distinguishes between the vibration proceeding from a\nprisoner and the mere shaking caused by the wind.The garden is south of the office.A wasp-like garb of motley black and yellow; a slender and graceful\nfigure; wings not spread out flat, when resting, but folded lengthwise\nin two; the abdomen a sort of chemist's retort, which swells into a\ngourd and is fastened to the thorax by a long neck, first distending\ninto a pear, then shrinking to a thread; a leisurely and silent flight;\nlonely habits.There we have a summary sketch of the Eumenes.My part\nof the country possesses two species: the larger, Eumenes Amedei, Lep.,\nmeasures nearly an inch in length; the other, Eumenes pomiformis,\nFabr., is a reduction of the first to the scale of one-half.(I include\nthree species promiscuously under this one name, that is to say,\nEumenes pomiformis, Fabr., E. bipunctis, Sauss., and E. dubius, Sauss.As I did not distinguish between them in my first investigations, which\ndate a very long time back, it is not possible for me to ascribe to\neach of them its respective nest.But their habits are the same, for\nwhich reason this confusion does not injuriously affect the order of\nideas in the present chapter.--Author's Note.)Similar in form and colouring, both possess a like talent for\narchitecture; and this talent is expressed in a work of the highest\nperfection which charms the most untutored eye.The Eumenes follow the profession of arms, which is\nunfavourable to artistic effort; they stab a prey with their sting;\nthey pillage and plunder.They are predatory Hymenoptera, victualling\ntheir grubs with caterpillars.The hallway is north of the office.It will be interesting to compare their\nhabits with those of the operator on the Grey Worm.(A", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The kitchen is east of the bathroom.Though the quarry--caterpillars in\neither case--remain the same, perhaps instinct, which is liable to vary\nwith the species, has fresh glimpses in store for us.Unfortunately, they were too\ndrunk and excited to aim straight.One pail struck the middle rail of\nthe door and the other the wall by the side of it.The bedroom is west of the bathroom.Misery hastily shut the door again and ran upstairs, and presently the\n'coddy' came down and called out to them from the passage.They went out to see what he wanted, and he told them that Misery had\ngone to the office to get their wages ready: they were to make out\ntheir time sheets and go for their money at once.Misery had said that\nif they were not there in ten minutes he would have the pair of them\nlocked up.The Semi-drunk said that nothing would suit them better than to have\nall their pieces at once--they had spent all their money and wanted\nanother drink.Bill Bates concurred, so they borrowed a piece of\nblacklead pencil from the 'coddy' and made out their time sheets, took\noff their aprons, put them into their tool bags, and went to the office\nfor their money, which Misery passed out to them through the trap-door.The news of this exploit spread all over the town during that day and\nevening, and although it was in July, the next morning at six o'clock\nthere were half a dozen men waiting at the yard to ask Misery if there\nwas 'any chance of a job'.Bill Bates and the Semi-drunk had had their spree and had got the sack\nfor it and most of the chaps said it served them right.Such conduct\nas that was going too far.Most of them would have said the same thing no matter what the\ncircumstances might have been.They had very little sympathy for each\nother at any time.Often, when, for instance, one man was sent away from one 'job' to\nanother, the others would go into his room and look at the work he had\nbeen doing, and pick out all the faults they could find and show them\nto each other, making all sorts of ill-natured remarks about the absent\none meanwhile.'Jist run yer nose over that door, Jim,' one would say\nin a tone of disgust.Did yer ever see sich a\nmess in yer life?And the other man would\nshake his head sadly and say that although the one who had done it had\nnever been up to much as a workman, he could do it a bit better than\nthat if he liked, but the fact was that he never gave himself time to\ndo anything properly: he was always tearing his bloody guts out!Why,\nhe'd only been in this room about four hours from start to finish!He\nought to have a watering cart to follow him about, because he worked at\nsuch a hell of a rate you couldn't see him for dust!And then the\nfirst man would reply that other people could do as they liked, but for\nhis part, HE was not going to tear his guts out for nobody!The second man would applaud these sentiments", "question": "What is the bathroom west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Harlow was working at the place that had been Macaroni's Cafe when one\nday a note was sent to him from Hunter at the shop.The hallway is west of the bedroom.It was written on\na scrap of wallpaper, and worded in the usual manner of such notes--as\nif the writer had studied how to avoid all suspicion of being unduly\ncivil:\n\n    Harlow go to the yard at once take your tools with you.Crass will tell you where you have to go.They were just finishing their dinners when the boy brought this note;\nand after reading it aloud for the benefit of the others, Harlow\nremarked that it was worded in much the same way in which one would\nspeak to a dog.The others said nothing; but after he was gone the\nother men--who all considered that it was ridiculous for the 'likes of\nus' to expect or wish to be treated with common civility--laughed about\nit, and said that Harlow was beginning to think he was Somebody: they\nsupposed it was through readin' all those books what Owen was always\nlendin' 'im.The bathroom is east of the bedroom.And then one of them got a piece of paper and wrote a\nnote to be given to Harlow at the first opportunity.This note was\nproperly worded, written in a manner suitable for a gentleman like him,\nneatly folded and addressed:\n\n\n    Mr Harlow Esq.,\n      c/o Macaroni's Royal Cafe\n        till called for.Mister Harlow,\n      Dear Sir: Wood you kinely oblige me bi cummin to the paint shop\n    as soon as you can make it convenient as there is a sealin' to be\n    wite-woshed hoppin this is not trubbling you to much\n\n                                                  I remane\n                                                  Yours respeckfully\n                                                       Pontius Pilate.This note was read out for the amusement of the company and afterwards\nstored away in the writer's pocket till such a time as an opportunity\nshould occur of giving it to Harlow.As the writer of the note was on his way back to his room to resume\nwork he was accosted by a man who had gone into Harlow's room to\ncriticize it, and had succeeded in finding several faults which he\npointed out to the other, and of course they were both very much\ndisgusted", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "'I can't think why the coddy keeps him on the job,' said the first man.'Between you and me, if I had charge of a job, and Misery sent Harlow\nthere--I'd send 'im back to the shop.''Same as you,' agreed the other as he went back to tear into his own\nroom.'Same as you, old man: I shouldn't 'ave 'im neither.'It must not be supposed from this that either of these two men were on\nexceptionally bad terms with Harlow; they were just as good friends\nwith him--to his face--as they were with each other--to each other's\nfaces--and it was just their way: that was all.If it had been one or both of these two who had gone away instead of\nHarlow, just the same things would have been said about them by the\nothers who remained--it was merely their usual way of speaking about\neach other behind each other's backs.It was always the same: if any one of them made a mistake or had an\naccident or got into any trouble he seldom or never got any sympathy\nfrom his fellow workmen.The bedroom is east of the garden.On the contrary, most of them at such times\nseemed rather pleased than otherwise.There was a poor devil--a stranger in the town; he came from\nLondon--who got the sack for breaking some glass.He had been sent to\n'burn off' some old paint of the woodwork of a window.\"Alfred likes it that way,\" was Zoie's defence.\"Turn around,\" said Aggie, without deigning to argue the matter further.And she began to remove handfuls of hairpins from the yellow knotted\ncurls.exclaimed Zoie, as she sprayed her white neck and\narms with her favourite perfume.The bedroom is west of the hallway.Zoie leaned forward toward the mirror to smooth out her eyebrows with\nthe tips of her perfumed fingers.\"Good gracious,\" she cried in horror\nas she caught sight of her reflection.\"You're not going to put my hair\nin a pigtail!\"\"That's the way invalids always have their hair,\" was Aggie's laconic\nreply, and she continued to plait the obstinate curls.declared Zoie, and she shook herself free\nfrom Aggie's unwelcome attentions and proceeded to unplait the hateful\npigtail.\"If you're going to make a perfect fright of me,\" pouted Zoie, \"I just\nwon't see him.\"\"He isn't coming to see YOU,\" reminded Aggie.\"He's coming to see the\nbaby.\"\"If Jimmy doesn't come soon, I'll not HAVE any baby,\" answered Zoie.\"Get into bed,\" said Aggie, and she proceeded to turn down the soft lace\ncoverlets.Her eyes caught the small knot of\nlace and ribbons for which she was looking, and she pinned it on top of\nher saucy little curls.\"In you go,\" said Aggie, motioning to the bed.\"Wait,\" said Zoie impressively, \"wait till I get my rose lights on the\npillow.\"She pulled the slender gold chain of her night lamp; instantly\nthe large white", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The bedroom is south of the bathroom.One more\nglance at the pillows, then she arranged the ribbons of her negligee to\nfall \"carelessly\" outside the coverlet, threw one arm gracefully above\nher head, half-closed her eyes, and sank languidly back against her\npillows.Controlling her impulse to smile, Aggie crossed to the dressing-table\nwith a business-like air and applied to Zoie's pink cheeks a third\ncoating of powder.Zoie sat bolt upright and began to sneeze.\"Aggie,\" she said, \"I just\nhate you when you act like that.\"But suddenly she was seized with a new\nidea.\"I wonder,\" she mused as she looked across the room at the soft, pink\nsofa bathed in firelight, \"I wonder if I shouldn't look better on that\ncouch under those roses.\"Aggie was very emphatic in her opinion to the contrary.\"Then,\" decided Zoie with a mischievous smile, \"I'll get Alfred to carry\nme to the couch.That way I can get my arms around his neck.And once\nyou get your arms around a man's neck, you can MANAGE him.\"The garden is north of the bathroom.Aggie looked down at the small person with distinct disapproval.\"Now,\ndon't you make too much fuss over Alfred,\" she continued.\"YOU'RE the\none who's to do the forgiving.What's more,\" she\nreminded Zoie, \"you're very, very weak.\"But before she had time to\ninstruct Zoie further there was a sharp, quick ring at the outer door.The two women glanced at each other inquiringly.The next instant a\nman's step was heard in the hallway.demanded someone in a voice tense with anxiety.\"Lie down,\" commanded Aggie, and Zoie had barely time to fall back\nlimply on the pillows when the excited young husband burst into the\nroom.CHAPTER XVI\n\nWhen Alfred entered Zoie's bedroom he glanced about him in bewilderment.It appeared that he was in an enchanted chamber.Through the dim rose\nlight he could barely perceive his young wife.She was lying white and\napparently lifeless on her pillows.He moved cautiously toward the bed,\nbut Aggie raised a warning finger.Afraid to speak, he grasped Aggie's\nhand and searched her face for reassurance; she nodded toward Zoie,\nwhose eyes were closed.He tiptoed to the bedside, sank on his knees and\nreverently kissed the small hand that hung limply across the side of the\nbed.To Alfred's intense surprise, his lips had barely touched Zoie's\nfingertips when he felt his head seized in a frantic embrace.\"Alfred,\nAlfred!\"cried Zoie in delight; then she smothered his face with kisses.As she lifted her head to survey her astonished husband, she caught\nthe reproving eye of Aggie.With a weak little sigh, she relaxed her\ntenacious hold of Alfred, breathed his name very faintly, and sank back,\napparently exhausted, upon her pillows.\"It's been too much for her,\" said the terrified young husband, and", "question": "What is north of the bathroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"How pale she looks,\" added Alfred, as he surveyed the white face on the\npillows.\"She's so weak, poor dear,\" sympathised Aggie, almost in a whisper.Alfred nodded his understanding to Aggie.It was then that his attention\nwas for the first time attracted toward the crib.And again Zoie forgot Aggie's warning and\nsat straight up in bed.He was making\ndeterminedly for the crib, his heart beating high with the pride of\npossession.Throwing back the coverlets of the bassinette, Alfred stared at the\nempty bed in silence, then he quickly turned to the two anxious women.Zoie's lips opened to answer, but no words came.Alfred's eyes turned to Aggie.The look on her face increased his worst\nfears.\"Don't tell me he's----\" he could not bring himself to utter the\nword.He continued to look helplessly from one woman to the other.Aggie also made an unsuccessful\nattempt to speak.The bathroom is east of the garden.The kitchen is west of the garden.Then, driven to desperation by the strain of the\nsituation, Zoie declared boldly: \"He's out.\"\"With Jimmy,\" explained Aggie, coming to Zoie's rescue as well as she\nknew how.\"Just for a breath of air,\" explained Zoie sweetly She had now entirely\nregained her self-possession.\"Isn't he very young to be out at night?\"asked Alfred with a puzzled\nfrown.\"We told Jimmy that,\" answered Aggie, amazed at the promptness\nwith which each succeeding lie presented itself.\"But you see,\" she\ncontinued, \"Jimmy is so crazy about the child that we can't do anything\nwith him.\"\"He always\nsaid babies were 'little red worms.'\"\"Not this one,\" answered Zoie sweetly.\"No, indeed,\" chimed in Aggie.\"I'll soon put a stop to that,\"\nhe declared.It is ascribed,\napparently with truth, to the celebrated poet Mac Liag, the secretary of\nthe renowned monarch Brian Boru, who, as our readers are aware, fell at\nthe battle of Clontarf in 1014; and the subject of it is a lamentation\nfor the fallen condition of Kincora, the palace of that monarch,\nconsequent on his death.The decease of Mac Liag, whose proper name was Muircheartach, is thus\nrecorded in the Annals of the Four Masters, at the year 1015:--\n\n\u201cMac Liag, i. e. Muirkeartach, son of Conkeartach, at this time laureate\nof Ireland, died.\u201d\n\nA great number of his productions are still in existence; but none of\nthem have obtained a popularity so widely extended as the poem before us.Of the palace of Kincora, which was situated on the banks of the Shannon,\nnear Killaloe, there are at present no vestiges.LAMENTATION OF MAC LIAG FOR KINCORA.A Chinn-copath carthi Brian?And where is the beauty that once was thine?Oh, where are the princes and nobles that sate", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Oh, where are the Dalcassians of the Golden Swords?[1]\n    And where are the warriors that Brian led on?And where is Morogh, the descendant of kings--\n    The defeater of a hundred--the daringly brave--\n    Who set but slight store by jewels and rings--\n    Who swam down the torrent and laughed at its wave?And where is Donogh, King Brian\u2019s worthy son?And where is Conaing, the Beautiful Chief?they are gone--\n    They have left me this night alone with my grief!And where are the chiefs with whom Brian went forth,\n    The never-vanquished son of Evin the Brave,\n    The great King of Onaght, renowned for his worth,\n    And the hosts of Baskinn, from the western wave?Oh, where is Duvlann of the Swiftfooted Steeds?And where is Kian, who was son of Molloy?And where is King Lonergan, the fame of whose deeds\n    In the red battle-field no time can destroy?And where is that youth of majestic height,\n    The faith-keeping Prince of the Scots?--Even he,\n    As wide as his fame was, as great as was his might,\n    Was tributary, oh, Kincora, to me!The office is east of the hallway.They are gone, those heroes of royal birth,\n    Who plundered no churches, and broke no trust,\n    \u2019Tis weary for me to be living on the earth\n    When they, oh, Kincora, lie low in the dust!Oh, never again will Princes appear,\n    To rival the Dalcassians of the Cleaving Swords!I can never dream of meeting afar or anear,\n    In the east or the west, such heroes and lords!Oh, dear are the images my memory calls up\n    Of Brian Boru!--how he never would miss\n    To give me at the banquet the first bright cup!why did he heap on me honour like this?The office is west of the bedroom.I am Mac Liag, and my home is on the Lake:\n    Thither often, to that palace whose beauty is fled,\n    Came Brian to ask me, and I went for his sake.that I should live, and Brian be dead![1] _Coolg n-or_, of the swords _of gold_, i. e. of the _gold-hilted_\nswords.\u201cBiography of a mouse!\u201d cries the reader; \u201cwell, what shall we have\nnext?--what can the writer mean by offering such nonsense for our\nperusal?\u201d There is no creature, reader, however insignificant and\nunimportant in the great scale of creation it may appear to us,\nshort-sighted mortals that we are, which is forgotten in the care of\nour own common Creator; not a sparrow falls to the ground unknown and\nunpermitted by Him; and whether or not you may derive interest from", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The mouse belongs to the class _Mammalia_, or the animals which rear\ntheir young by suckling them; to the order _Rodentia_, or animals whose\nteeth are adapted for _gnawing_; to the genus _Mus_, or Rat kind, and the\nfamily of _Mus musculus_, or domestic mouse.The mouse is a singularly\nbeautiful little animal, as no one who examines it attentively, and\nwithout prejudice, can fail to discover.Its little body is plump and\nsleek; its neck short; its head tapering and graceful; and its eyes\nlarge, prominent, and sparkling.Its manners are lively and interesting,\nits agility surprising, and its habits extremely cleanly.There are\nseveral varieties of this little creature, amongst which the best known\nis the common brown mouse of our granaries and store-rooms; the Albino,\nor white mouse, with red eyes; and the black and white mouse, which is\nmore rare and very delicate.I mention these as _varieties_, for I think\nwe may safely regard them as such, from the fact of their propagating\nunchanged, preserving their difference of hue to the fiftieth generation,\nand never accidentally occurring amongst the offspring of differently\n parents.The bathroom is north of the office.It is of the white mouse that I am now about to treat, and it is an\naccount of a tame individual of that extremely pretty variety that is\ndesigned to form the subject of my present paper.When I was a boy of about sixteen, I got possession of a white mouse; the\nlittle creature was very wild and unsocial at first, but by dint of care\nand discipline I succeeded in rendering it familiar.The principal agent\nI employed towards effecting its domestication was a singular one, and\nwhich, though I can assure the reader its effects are speedy and certain,\nstill remains to me inexplicable: this was, ducking in cold water; and by\nresorting to this simple expedient, I have since succeeded in rendering\neven the rat as tame and as playful as a kitten.It is out of my power to\nexplain the manner in which _ducking_ operates on the animal subjected to\nit, but I wish that some physiologist more experienced than I am would\ngive his attention to the subject, and favour the public with the result\nof his reflections.THE LIFE\n\n                                  OF\n\n                         _LEONARDO DA VINCI_.The bedroom is south of the office.Leonardo da Vinci, the Author of the following Treatise, was the\nnatural son of Pietro da Vinci, a notary of Vinci, in Tuscany[i1], a\nvillage situated in the valley of Arno, a little below Florence, and\nwas born in the year 1452[i2].Having discovered, when a child, a strong inclination and talent for\npainting, of which he had given proofs by several little drawings and\nsketches; his father one day accidentally", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The answer of Verocchio was such as\nto confirm him in that resolution; and Leonardo, to fit him for that\npurpose, was accordingly placed under the tuition of Verocchio[i3].As Verocchio combined in himself a perfect knowledge of the arts of\nchasing and sculpture, and was a deep proficient in architecture,\nLeonardo had in this situation the means and opportunity of acquiring a\nvariety of information, which though perhaps not immediately connected\nwith the art to which his principal attention was to be directed,\nmight, with the assistance of such a mind as Leonardo's, be rendered\nsubsidiary to his grand object, tend to promote his knowledge of the\ntheory, and facilitate his practice of the profession for which he\nwas intended.Accordingly we find that he had the good sense to avail\nhimself of these advantages, and that under Verocchio he made great\nprogress, and attracted his master's friendship and confidence, by the\ntalents he discovered, the sweetness of his manners, and the vivacity\nof his disposition[i4].The kitchen is east of the hallway.Of his proficiency in painting, the following\ninstance is recorded; and the skill he afterwards manifested in other\nbranches of science, on various occasions, evidently demonstrated how\nsolicitous he had been for knowledge of all kinds, and how careful in\nhis youth to lay a good foundation.Verocchio had undertaken for the\nreligious of Vallombrosa, without Florence, a picture of our Saviour's\nBaptism by St.John, and consigned to Leonardo the office of putting\nin from the original drawing, the figure of an angel holding up the\ndrapery; but, unfortunately for Verocchio, Leonardo succeeded so well,\nthat, despairing of ever equalling the work of his scholar, Verocchio\nin disgust abandoned his pencil for ever, confining himself in future\nsolely to the practice of sculpture[i5].On this success Leonardo became sensible that he no longer stood in\nneed of an instructor; and therefore quitting Verocchio, he now began\nto work and study for himself.The bedroom is west of the hallway.Many of his performances of this period\nare still, or were lately to be seen at Florence; and besides these,\nthe following have been also mentioned: A cartoon of Adam and Eve in\nthe Garden, which he did for the King of Portugal[i6].This is highly\ncommended for the exquisite gracefulness of the two principal figures,\nthe beauty of the landscape, and the incredible exactitude of the\nshrubs and fruit.At the instance of his father, he made a painting for\none of his old neighbours at Vinci[i7]; it consisted wholly of such\nanimals as have naturally an hatred to each other, joined artfully\ntogether in a variety of attitudes.Some authors have said that this\npainting was a shield[i8], and have related the following particulars\nrespecting it.One of Pietro's neighbours meeting him one day at Florence, told him he\nhad been making a shield, and would be glad of his assistance to get it\npainted; Pietro undertook this office, and applied to his son to make\ngood the promise.When the shield was brought to Leonardo, he found it\nso ill made", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "For this purpose he got together, in his apartment, a collection of\nlive animals, such as lizards, crickets, serpents, silk-worms, locusts,\nbats, and other creatures of that kind, from the multitude of which,\nvariously adapted to each other, he formed an horrible and terrific\nanimal, emitting fire and poison from his jaws, flames from his eyes,\nand smoke from his nostrils; and with so great earnestness did Leonardo\napply to this, that though in his apartment the stench of the animals\nthat from time to time died there, was so strong as to be scarcely\ntolerable, he, through his love to the art, entirely disregarded it.The work being finished, Leonardo told his father he might now see it;\nand the father one morning coming to his apartment for that purpose,\nLeonardo, before he admitted him, placed the shield so as to receive\nfrom the window its full and proper light, and then opened the door.The bathroom is east of the hallway.Not knowing what he was to expect, and little imagining that what he\nsaw was not the creatures themselves, but a mere painted representation\nof them, the father, on entering and beholding the shield, was at first\nstaggered and shocked; which the son perceiving, told him he might now\nsend the shield to his friend, as, from the effect which the sight of\nit had then produced, he found he had attained the object at which he\naimed.The office is west of the hallway.Pietro, however, had too much sagacity not to see that this was\nby much too great a curiosity for a mere countryman, who would never\nbe sensible of its value; he therefore privately bought for his friend\nan ordinary shield, rudely painted with the device of an heart with an\narrow through it, and sold this for an hundred ducats to some merchants\nat Florence, by whom it was again sold for three hundred to the Duke of\nMilan[i9].He afterwards painted a picture of the Virgin Mary, and by her side a\nvessel of water, in which were flowers: in this he so contrived it, as\nthat the light reflected from the flowers threw a pale redness on the\nwater.This picture was at one time in the possession of Pope Clement\nthe Seventh[i10].For his friend Antonio Segni he also made a design, representing\nNeptune in his car, drawn by sea-horses, and attended by tritons and\nsea-gods; the heavens overspread with clouds, which were driven in\nall directions by the violence of the winds; the waves appeared to be\nrolling, and the whole ocean seemed in an uproar[i11].This drawing was\nafterwards given by Fabio the son of Antonio Segni, to Giovanni Gaddi,\na great collector of drawings, with this epigram:\n\n    Pinxit Virgilius Neptunum, pinxit Homerus,\n      Dum maris undisoni per vada flectit equos.Mente quidem vates illum conspexit uterque,\n      Vincius est oculis, jureque vincit eos[i", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "It is true,\nthe argus pheasant, and one or two more birds, have something like them,\nbut nothing for a moment comparable to them in brilliancy: express the\ngleaming of the blue eyes through the plumage, and you have nearly all\nyou want of peacock, but without this, nothing; and yet those eyes are\nnot in relief; a rigidly _true_ sculpture of a peacock's form could have\nno eyes,--nothing but feathers.Here, then, enters the stratagem of\nsculpture; you _must_ cut the eyes in relief, somehow or another; see\nhow it is done in the peacock on the opposite page; it is so done by\nnearly all the Byzantine sculptors: this particular peacock is meant to\nbe seen at some distance (how far off I know not, for it is an\ninterpolation in the building where it occurs, of which more hereafter),\nbut at all events at a distance of thirty or forty feet; I have put it\nclose to you that you may see plainly the rude rings and rods which\nstand for the eyes and quills, but at the just distance their effect is\nperfect.The hallway is north of the office.And the simplicity of the means here employed may help us, both\nto some clear understanding of the spirit of Ninevite and Egyptian work,\nand to some perception of the kind of enfantillage or archaicism to\nwhich it may be possible, even in days of advanced science, legitimately\nto return.The architect has no right, as we said before, to require of\nus a picture of Titian's in order to complete his design; neither has he\nthe right to calculate on the co-operation of perfect sculptors, in\nsubordinate capacities.Far from this; his business is to dispense with\nsuch aid altogether, and to devise such a system of ornament as shall be\ncapable of execution by uninventive and even unintelligent workmen; for\nsupposing that he required noble sculpture for his ornament, how far\nwould this at once limit the number and the scale of possible buildings?Architecture is the work of nations; but we cannot have nations of great\nsculptors.The hallway is south of the bathroom.Every house in every street of every city ought to be good\narchitecture, but we cannot have Flaxman or Thorwaldsen at work upon it:\nnor, even if we chose only to devote ourselves to our public buildings,\ncould the mass and majesty of them be great, if we required all to be\nexecuted by great men; greatness is not to be had in the required\nquantity.Giotto may design a campanile, but he cannot carve it; he can\nonly carve one or two of the bas-reliefs at the base of it.And with\nevery increase of your fastidiousness in the execution of your ornament,\nyou diminish the possible number and grandeur of your buildings.Do not\nthink you can educate your workmen, or that the demand for perfection\nwill increase the supply: educated imbecility and finessed foolishness\nare the worst of all imbecilities and foolishnesses; and there is no\nfree-trade measure, which will ever lower the price", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Exactly in the degree in which you\nrequire your decoration to be wrought by thoughtful men, you diminish\nthe extent and number of architectural works.Your business as an\narchitect, is to calculate only on the co-operation of inferior men, to\nthink for them, and to indicate for them such expressions of your\nthoughts as the weakest capacity can comprehend and the feeblest hand\ncan execute.This is the definition of the purest architectural\nabstractions.They are the deep and laborious thoughts of the greatest\nmen, put into such easy letters that they can be written by the\nsimplest._They are expressions of the mind of manhood by the hands of\nchildhood._\n\nSec.And now suppose one of those old Ninevite or Egyptian builders,\nwith a couple of thousand men--mud-bred, onion-eating creatures--under\nhim, to be set to work, like so many ants, on his temple sculptures.He can put them through a granitic exercise\nof current hand; he can teach them all how to curl hair thoroughly into\ncroche-coeurs, as you teach a bench of school-boys how to shape\npothooks; he can teach them all how to draw long eyes and straight\nnoses, and how to copy accurately certain well-defined lines.The bedroom is west of the kitchen.Then he\nfits his own great design to their capacities; he takes out of king, or\nlion, or god, as much as was expressible by croche-coeurs and granitic\npothooks; he throws this into noble forms of his own imagining, and\nhaving mapped out their lines so that there can be no possibility of\nerror, sets his two thousand men to work upon them, with a will, and so\nmany onions a day.We have, with\nChristianity, recognised the individual value of every soul; and there\nis no intelligence so feeble but that its single ray may in some sort\ncontribute to the general light.This is the glory of Gothic\narchitecture, that every jot and tittle, every point and niche of it,\naffords room, fuel, and focus for individual fire.But you cease to\nacknowledge this, and you refuse to accept the help of the lesser mind,\nif you require the work to be all executed in a great manner.Your\nbusiness is to think out all of it nobly, to dictate the expression of\nit as far as your dictation can assist the less elevated intelligence:\nthen to leave this, aided and taught as far as may be, to its own simple\nact and effort; and to rejoice in its simplicity if not in its power,\nand in its vitality if not in its science.We have, then, three orders of ornament, classed according to\nthe degrees of correspondence of the executive and conceptive minds.We\nhave the servile ornament, in which the executive is absolutely subjected\nto the inventive,--the ornament of the great Eastern nations, more\nespecially Hamite, and all pre-Christian, yet thoroughly noble in its\nsubmissiveness.The hallway is west of the bedroom.Then we have the mediaeval system, in which the mind of\nthe inferior workman is recognised, and has full room for action, but is\nguided and en", "question": "What is the kitchen east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "This is the truly Christian and\nonly perfect system.Finally, we have ornaments expressing the endeavor\nto equalise the executive and inventive,--endeavor which is Renaissance\nand revolutionary, and destructive of all noble architecture.Thus far, then, of the incompleteness or simplicity of execution\nnecessary in architectural ornament, as referred to the mind.Next we\nhave to consider that which is required when it is referred to the\nsight, and the various modifications of treatment which are rendered\nnecessary by the variation of its distance from the eye.I say\nnecessary: not merely expedient or economical.It is foolish to carve\nwhat is to be seen forty feet off with the delicacy which the eye\ndemands within two yards; not merely because such delicacy is lost in\nthe distance, but because it is a great deal worse than lost:--the\ndelicate work has actually worse effect in the distance than rough work.If this, oh Strange Ringed Eyes, be true,\n     That through all changing lives\n   This longing love I have for you\n     Eternally survives,\n   May I not sometimes dare to dream\n     In some far time to be\n   Your softly golden eyes may gleam\n     Responsively on me?Ah gentle, subtly changing eyes,\n     You smiled on me one day,\n   And all my life in glad surprise\n     Leaped up, imploring \"Stay!\"Alas, alas, oh Golden Eyes,\n     So cruel and so gay,\n   You went to shine in other skies,\n     Smiled once and passed away.Kotri, by the River\n\n   At Kotri, by the river, when the evening's sun is low,\n   The waving palm trees quiver, the golden waters glow,\n   The shining ripples shiver, descending to the sea;\n   At Kotri, by the river, she used to wait for me.So young, she was, and slender, so pale with wistful eyes\n   As luminous and tender as Kotri's twilight skies.Her face broke into flowers, red flowers at the mouth,\n   Her voice,--she sang for hours like bulbuls in the south.We sat beside the water through burning summer days,\n   And many things I taught her of Life and all its ways\n   Of Love, man's loveliest duty, of Passion's reckless pain,\n   Of Youth, whose transient beauty comes once, but not again.The kitchen is north of the bathroom.She lay and laughed and listened beside the water's edge.The glancing river glistened and glinted through the sedge.Green parrots flew above her and, as the daylight died,\n   Her young arms drew her lover more closely to her side.When Love would not be holden, and Pleasure had his will.The bedroom is north of the kitchen.Days, when in after leisure, content to rest we lay,\n   Nights, when her lips' soft pressure drained all my life away.And while we sat together, beneath the Babul trees,\n   The fragrant, sultry weather cooled by the", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "I know not where she wandered, or went in after days,\n   Or if her youth she squandered in Love's more doubtful ways.Perhaps, beside the river, she died, still young and fair;\n   Perchance the grasses quiver above her slumber there.At Kotri, by the river, maybe I too shall sleep\n   The sleep that lasts for ever, too deep for dreams; too deep.Maybe among the shingle and sand of floods to be\n   Her dust and mine may mingle and float away to sea.The hallway is south of the bedroom.Ah Kotri, by the river, when evening's sun is low,\n   Your faint reflections quiver, your golden ripples glow.You knew, oh Kotri river, that love which could not last.The hallway is north of the bathroom.For me your palms still shiver with passions of the past.Farewell\n\n   Farewell, Aziz, it was not mine to fold you\n     Against my heart for any length of days.I had no loveliness, alas, to hold you,\n     No siren voice, no charm that lovers praise.Yet, in the midst of grief and desolation,\n     Solace I my despairing soul with this:\n   Once, for my life's eternal consolation,\n     You lent my lips your loveliness to kiss.I think Love's very essence\n     Distilled itself from out my joy and pain,\n   Like tropical trees, whose fervid inflorescence\n     Glows, gleams, and dies, never to bloom again.Often I marvel how I met the morning\n     With living eyes after that night with you,\n   Ah, how I cursed the wan, white light for dawning,\n     And mourned the paling stars, as each withdrew!Yet I, even I, who am less than dust before you,\n     Less than the lowest lintel of your door,\n   Was given one breathless midnight, to adore you.Fate, having granted this, can give no more!Afridi Love\n\n   Since, Oh, Beloved, you are not even faithful\n     To me, who loved you so, for one short night,\n   For one brief space of darkness, though my absence\n     Did but endure until the dawning light;\n\n   Since all your beauty--which was _mine_--you squandered\n     On _that_ which now lies dead across your door;\n   See here this knife, made keen and bright to kill you.You shall not see the sun rise any more.In all the empty village\n     Who is there left to hear or heed your cry?All are gone to labour in the valley,\n     Who will return before your time to die?No use to struggle; when I found you sleeping,\n     I took your hands and bound them to your side,\n   And both these slender feet, too apt at straying,\n     Down to the cot on which you lie are tied", "question": "What is north of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Lie still, Beloved; that dead thing lying yonder,\n     I hated and I killed, but love is sweet,\n   And you are more than sweet to me, who love you,\n     Who decked my eyes with dust from off your feet.Give me your lips; Ah, lovely and disloyal\n     Give me yourself again; before you go\n   Down through the darkness of the Great, Blind Portal,\n     All of life's best and basest you must know.Erstwhile Beloved, you were so young and fragile\n     I held you gently, as one holds a flower:\n   But now, God knows, what use to still be tender\n     To one whose life is done within an hour?Death will not hurt you, dearest,\n     As you hurt me, for just a single night,\n   You call me cruel, who laid my life in ruins\n     To gain one little moment of delight.Look up, look out, across the open doorway\n     The sunlight streams.The bathroom is north of the bedroom.Look at the pale, pink peach trees in our garden,\n     Sweet fruit will come of them;--but not for you.The fair, far snow, upon those jagged mountains\n     That gnaw against the hard blue Afghan sky\n   Will soon descend, set free by summer sunshine.You will not see those torrents sweeping by.From this day forward,\n     You must lie still alone; who would not lie\n   Alone for one night only, though returning\n     I was, when earliest dawn should break the sky.There lies my lute, and many strings are broken,\n     Some one was playing it, and some one tore\n   The silken tassels round my Hookah woven;\n     Some one who plays, and smokes, and loves, no more!Some one who took last night his fill of pleasure,\n     As I took mine at dawn!The office is south of the bedroom.The knife went home\n   Straight through his heart!God only knows my rapture\n     Bathing my chill hands in the warm red foam.By this means every battalion would possess a powerful battery of\nthis ammunition, _in addition_ to all its ordinary means of attack\nand defence, and with scarcely any additional burthen to the flank\ncompanies, the whole weight of the Rocket and stick not exceeding six\npounds, and the difference between the weight of a rifle and that of a\nmusket being about equivalent.As to the mode of using them in action,\nfor firing at long ranges, as these Rockets are capable of a range of\n2,000 yards, a few portable frames might be carried by each regiment,\nwithout any incumbrance, the frames for this description of Rocket not\nbeing heavier than a musket; but as the true intention of the arm, in\nthis distribution of it, is principally for close quarters, either\nin case of a charge of cavalry, or even of infantry, it is generally\nsupposed to be fired in voll", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "And, as it is well known, how successfully\ncharges of cavalry are frequently sustained by infantry, even by the\nfire of the musket alone, it is not presuming too much to infer, that\nthe repulse of cavalry would be _absolutely certain_, by masses of\ninfantry, possessing the additional aid of powerful vollies of these\nshell Rockets.So also in charges of infantry, whether the battalion so\narmed be about to charge, or to receive a charge, a well-timed volley\nof one or two hundred such Rockets, judiciously thrown in by the flank\ncompanies, must produce the most decisive effects.The hallway is south of the office.Neither can it be\ndoubted, that in advancing to an attack, the flank companies might\nmake the most formidable use of this arm, mixed with the fire of their\nrifles or carbines, in all light infantry or tiraillieur man\u0153uvres.In\nlike manner, in the passage of rivers, to protect the advanced party,\nor for the establishment of a _tete-du-pont_, and generally on all such\noccasions, Rockets will be found capable of the greatest service, as\nshewn the other day in passing the Adour.In short, I must here remark\nthat the use of the Rocket, in these branches of it, is no more limited\nthan the use of gunpowder itself.2 represents the covering of the storm of a fortified place by\nmeans of Rockets.These are supposed to be of the heavy natures, both\ncarcass and shell Rockets; the former fired in great quantities from\nthe trenches at high angles; the latter in ground ranges in front of\nthe third parallel.It cannot be doubted that the confusion created in\nany place, by a fire of some thousand Rockets thus thrown at two or\nthree vollies quickly repeated, must be most favourable, either to the\nstorming of a particular breach, or to a general escalade.I must here observe, that although, in all cases, I lay the greatest\nstress upon the use of this arm _in great quantities_, it is not\ntherefore to be presumed, that the effect of an individual Rocket\ncarcass, the smallest of which contains as much combustible matter as\nthe 10-inch spherical carcass, is not at least equal to that of the\n10-inch spherical carcass: or that the explosion of a shell thrown by a\nRocket, is not in its effects equal to the explosion of that same shell\nthrown by any other means: but that, as the power of _instantaneously_\nthrowing the _most unlimited_ quantities of carcasses or shells is the\n_exclusive property_ of this weapon, and as there can be no question\nthat an infinitely greater effect, both physical[A] as well as moral,\nis produced by the instantaneous application of any quantity of\nammunition, with innumerable other advantages, than by a fire in slow\nsuccession of that same quantity: so it would be an absolute absurdity,\nand a downright waste of power, not to make this exclusive property the\ngeneral basis of every application of the weapon, limited only by a due\nproportion between the expenditure and the value of the object to beThe office is south of the bedroom.", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The hallway is north of the bedroom.[A] For a hundred fires breaking out at once, must necessarily\n        produce more destruction than when they happen in\n        succession, and may therefore be extinguished as fast as\n        they occur.There is another most important use in this weapon, in the storming of\nfortified places, which should here be mentioned, viz.that as it is\nthe only description of artillery ammunition that can ever be carried\ninto a place by a storming party, and as, in fact, the heaviest Rockets\nmay accompany an escalade, so the value of it in these operations is\ninfinite, and no escalade should ever be attempted without.It would\nenable the attackers, the moment they have got into the place, not only\nto scour the parapet most effectually, and to enfilade any street or\npassage where they may be opposed, and which they may wish to force;\nbut even if thrown at random into the town, must distract the garrison,\nwhile it serves as a certain index to the different storming parties as\nto the situation and progress of each party.[Illustration: _Plate 10_\u00a0\u00a0Fig.\u00a01\u00a0\u00a0Fig.2]\n\n\n\n\nTHE USE OF ROCKETS FROM BOATS.Plate 11 represents two men of war\u2019s launches throwing Rockets.The\nframe is the same as that used for bombardment on shore, divested of\nthe legs or prypoles, on which it is supported in land service; for\nwhich, afloat, the foremast of the boat is substituted.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.To render,\ntherefore, the application of the common bombarding frame universal,\neach of them is constructed with a loop or traveller, to connect it\nwith the mast, and guide it in lowering and raising, which is done by\nthe haulyards.The leading boat in the plate represents the act of firing; where the\nframe being elevated to any desired angle, the crew have retired into\nthe stern sheets, and a marine artillery-man is discharging a Rocket by\na trigger-line, leading aft.In the second boat, these artillery-men\nare in the act of loading; for which purpose, the frame is lowered to\na convenient height; the mainmast is also standing, and the mainsail\nset, but partly brailed up.This sail being kept wet, most effectually\nprevents, without the least danger to the sail, any inconvenience to\nthe men from the smoke or small sparks of the Rocket when going off;\nit should, therefore, be used where no objection exists on account of\nwind.It is not, however, by any means indispensable, as I have myself\ndischarged some hundred Rockets from these boats, nay, even from a\nsix-oared cutter, without it.From this application of the sail, it is\nevident, that Rockets may be thrown from these boats under sail, as\nwell as at anchor, or in rowing.In the launch, the ammunition may be\nvery securely stowed in the stern sheets, covered with tarpaulins, or\ntanned hides.Puckering his eyes, he watched now the land,", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Not until the sun touched the western hills, and long shadows from the\nbank stole out and turned the stream from bright copper to vague\niron-gray, did he give over his watch.He left the tiller, with a\nhopeless fling of the arm.\"Do as ye please,\" he growled, and cast himself down on deck by the\nthatched house.\"Go on.--I'll never see _him_ again.--The heat, and\nall--By the head, he was--Go on.He sat looking straight before him, with dull eyes that never moved;\nnor did he stir at the dry rustle and scrape of the matting sail, slowly\nhoisted above him.The quaggy banks, now darkening, slid more rapidly\nastern; while the steersman and his mates in the high bow invoked the\nwind with alternate chant, plaintive, mysterious, and half musical:--\n\n\n\"Ay-ly-chy-ly\nAh-ha-aah!\"To the listeners, huddled in silence, the familiar cry became a long,\nmonotonous accompaniment to sad thoughts.Through the rhythm, presently,\nbroke a sound of small-arms,--a few shots, quick but softened by\ndistance, from far inland.The captain stirred, listened, dropped his head, and sat like stone.To\nRudolph, near him, the brief disturbance called up another evening--his\nfirst on this same river, when from the grassy brink, above, he had\nfirst heard of his friend.Now, at the same place, and by the same\nlight, they had heard the last.It was intolerable: he turned his back\non the captain.The kitchen is south of the office.Inside, in the gloom of the painted cabin, the padre's\nwife began suddenly to cry.The kitchen is north of the garden.After a time, the deep voice of her husband,\nspeaking very low, and to her alone, became dimly audible:--\n\n\"'All this is come upon us; yet have we not--Our heart is not turned\nback, neither have our steps declined--Though thou hast sore broken us\nin the place of dragons, and covered us with the shadow of death.'\"The little captain groaned, and rolled aside from the doorway.\"All very fine,\" he muttered, his head wrapped in his arms.\"But that's\nno good to me.Whether she heard him, or by chance, Miss Drake came quietly from\nwithin, and found a place between him and the gunwale.He did not rouse;\nshe neither glanced nor spoke, but leaned against the ribs of\nsmooth-worn fir, as though calmly waiting.When at last he looked up, to see her face and posture, he gave an angry\nstart.\"And I thought,\" he blurted, \"be 'anged if sometimes I didn't think you\nliked him!\"Her dark eyes met the captain's with a great and steadfast clearness.\"No,\" she whispered; \"it was more than that.\"The captain sat bolt upright, but no longer in condemnation.For a long\ntime he watched her, marveling; and when finally he spoke, his sharp,\ndomineering voice was lowered, almost gentle.I never\nmeant--Don't ye", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "And that,\nnow--I wish't was at the bottom o' this bloomin' river!\"They said no more, but rested side by side, like old friends joined\ncloser by new grief.Flounce, the terrier, snuffing disconsolately about\nthe deck, and scratching the boards in her zeal to explore the shallow\nhold, at last grew weary, and came to snuggle down between the two\nsilent companions.Not till then did the girl turn aside her face, as\nthough studying the shore, which now melted in a soft, half-liquid band\nas black as coal-tar, above the luminous indigo of the river.Suddenly Rudolph got upon his feet, and craning outboard from gunwale\nand thatched eaves, looked steadily forward into the dusk.A chatter of\nangry voices came stealing up, in the pauses of the wind.He watched and\nlistened, then quickly drew in his head.Two or three of the voices hailed together, raucously.The steersman,\nleaning on the loom of his paddle, made neither stir nor answer.They\nhailed again, this time close aboard, and as it seemed, in rage.Glancing contemptuously to starboard, the lowdah made some negligent\nreply, about a cargo of human hair.His indifference appeared so real,\nthat for a moment Rudolph suspected him: perhaps he had been bought\nover, and this meeting arranged.The\nvoices began to drop astern, and to come in louder confusion with\nthe breeze.But at this point Flounce, the terrier, spoiled all by whipping up\nbeside the lowdah, and furiously barking.Hers was no pariah's yelp: she\nbarked with spirit, in the King's English.For answer, there came a shout, a sharp report, and a bullet that ripped\nthrough the matting sail.The steersman ducked, but clung bravely to his\npaddle.Men tumbled out from the cabin, rifles in hand, to join Rudolph\nand the captain.Astern, dangerously near, they saw the hostile craft, small, but listed\nheavily with crowding ruffians, packed so close that their great wicker\nhats hung along the gunwale to save room, and shone dim in the obscurity\nlike golden shields of vikings.The bedroom is west of the office.A squat, burly fellow, shouting, jammed\nthe yulow hard to bring her about.\"Save your fire,\" called Captain Kneebone.As he spoke, however, an active form bounced up beside the squat man at\nthe sweep,--a plump, muscular little barefoot woman in blue.She tore\nthe fellow's hands away, and took command, keeping the boat's nose\npointed up-river, and squalling ferocious orders to all on board.The hallway is east of the office.This small, nimble, capable creature\ncould be no one but Mrs.Wu, their friend and gossip of that morning,\nlong ago....\n\nThe squat man gave an angry shout, and turned on her to wrest away the\nhandle.With great violence, yet with a\nneat economy of motion, the Pretty Lily took one hand from her t", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Her passengers, at so prompt and visual a joke, burst into shrill,\ncackling laughter.Yet more shrill, before their mood could alter, the\nPretty Lily scourged them with the tongue of a humorous woman.The bedroom is east of the bathroom.The bedroom is west of the hallway.She held\nher course, moreover; the two boats drifted so quickly apart that when\nshe turned, to fling a comic farewell after the white men, they could no\nmore than descry her face, alert and comely, and the whiteness of her\nteeth.Her laughing cry still rang, the overthrown leader still\nfloundered in the water, when the picture blurred and vanished.Our arms, united at the chain,\n                Will not be exercised in vain,\n                But, as if colts were in the trace,\n    We'll make it dance around the place.I know how deep the share should go,\n    And how the sods to overthrow.So not a patch of ground the size\n    Of this old cap, when flat it lies,\n    But shall attentive care receive,\n                    And be improved before we leave.\"Then some to guide the plow began,\n                    Others the walks and beds to plan.And soon they gazed with anxious eyes\n                    For those who ran for seed-supplies.But, when they came, one had his say,\n                    And thus explained the long delay:\n                    \"A woodchuck in the tree had made\n                    His bed just where the seeds were laid.We wasted half an hour at least\n                    In striving to dislodge the beast;\n          Until at length he turned around,\n          Then, quick as thought, without a sound,\n          And ere he had his bearings got,\n          The rogue was half across the lot.\"Then seed was sown in various styles,\n    In circles, squares, and single files;\n    While here and there, in central parts,\n    They fashioned diamonds, stars, and hearts,\n    Some using rake, some plying hoe,\n    Some making holes where seed should go;\n    While some laid garden tools aside\n    And to the soil their hands applied.To stakes and racks more were assigned,\n    That climbing-vines support might find.Cried one", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The garden is east of the hallway.The thrifty bees for miles around\n    Ere long will seek this plot of ground,\n    And be surprised to find each morn\n    New blossoms do each bed adorn.And in their own peculiar screed\n    Will bless the hands that sowed the seed.\"And while that night they labored there,\n    The cunning rogues had taken care\n    With sticks and strings to nicely frame\n    In line the letters of their name.That when came round the proper time\n    For plants to leaf and vines to climb,\n    The Brownies would remembered be,\n    If people there had eyes to see.But morning broke (as break it will\n    Though one's awake or sleeping still),\n    And then the seeds on every side\n    The hurried Brownies scattered wide.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration: BROWNIE]\n\n    Along the road and through the lane\n    They pattered on the ground like rain,\n    Where Brownies, as away they flew,\n    Both right and left full handfuls threw,\n    And children often halted there\n    To pick the blossoms, sweet and fair,\n    That sprung like daisies from the mead\n    Where fleeing Brownies flung the seed.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE BROWNIES' CELEBRATION.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n        One night the Brownies reached a mound\n        That rose above the country round.The hallway is east of the bathroom.Said one, as seated on the place\n        He glanced about with thoughtful face:\n        \"If almanacs have matters right\n    The Fourth begins at twelve to-night,--\n    A fitting time for us to fill\n    Yon cannon there and shake the hill,\n    And make the people all about\n    Think war again has broken out.I know where powder may be found\n              Both by the keg and by the pound;\n              Men use it in a tunnel near\n              For blasting purposes, I hear.To get supplies all hands will go,\n    And when we come we'll not be slow\n    To teach the folks the proper way\n    To honor Independence Day.\"Then from the muzzle broke the flame,\n                And echo answered to the sound\n                That startled folk for miles around.'Twas lucky for the Brownies' Band\n                They were not of the mortal brand,", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "For when at last the cannon roared,\n                So huge the charge had Brownies poured,\n    The metal of the gun rebelled\n    And threw all ways the load it held.The kitchen is east of the hallway.The pieces clipped the daisy-heads\n    And tore the tree-tops into shreds.But Brownies are not slow to spy\n    A danger, as are you and I.[Illustration:\n\n    'Tis the star spangled banner\n    O long may it wave\n    O'er the land of the free\n    and the home of the brave\n]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n                For they through strange and mystic art\n                Observed it as it flew apart,\n                And ducked and dodged and flattened out,\n                To shun the fragments flung about.The garden is west of the hallway.Some rogues were lifted from their feet\n    And, turning somersaults complete,\n    Like leaves went twirling through the air\n    But only to receive a scare;\n    And ere the smoke away had cleared\n    In forest shade they disappeared.[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE BROWNIES IN THE SWIMMING-SCHOOL.[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n    While Brownies passed along the street,\n    Commenting on the summer's heat\n    That wrapped the city day and night,\n    A swimming-bath appeared in sight.Said one: \"Of all the sights we've found,\n    Since we commenced to ramble round,\n    This seems to better suit the band\n    Than anything, however grand.We'll rest awhile and find our way\n    Inside the place without delay,\n    And those who understand the art,\n    Can knowledge to the rest impart;\n        For every one should able be,\n        To swim, in river, lake, or sea.We never know how soon we may,\n        See some one sinking in dismay,--\n        And then, to have the power to save\n    A comrade from a watery grave,\n    Will be a blessing sure to give\n    Us joy the longest day we live.\"[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]\n\n    The doors soon opened through the power\n    That lay in Brownie hands that hour.When once within the fun began,\n    As here and there they quickly ran;\n    Some up the stairs made haste to go,\n    Some into dressing-rooms below,\n    In bathing-trunks to reappear", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The office is south of the hallway.[Illustration]\n\n    Some all their time to others gave\n    Assisting them to ride the wave,\n    Explaining how to catch the trick,\n    Both how to strike and how to kick;\n    And still keep nose above the tide,\n    That lungs with air might be supplied.\"Yes, a fine piece of goods that Grivois!once she was a regular bad 'un,\nbut now she professes to be as over-nice as her mistress; like master\nlike man, they say.The princess herself, who is now so stiff and\nstarched, knew how to carry on a lively game in her time.Fifteen years\nago, she was no such prude: do you remember that handsome colonel of\nhussars, who was in garrison at Abbeville?an exiled noble who had served\nin Russia, whom the Bourbons gave a regiment on the Restoration?\"\"Yes, yes--I remember him; but you are really too backbiting.\"\"Not a bit--I only speak the truth.The colonel spent his whole time\nhere, and every one said he was very warm with this same princess, who is\nnow such a saint.Every evening, some new\nentertainment at the chateau.What a fellow that colonel was, to set\nthings going; how well he could act a play!--I remember--\"\n\nThe bailiff was unable to proceed.A stout maid-servant, wearing the\ncostume and cap of Picardy, entered in haste, and thus addressed her\nmistress: \"Madame, there is a person here that wants to speak to master;\nhe has come in the postmaster's calash from Saint-Valery, and he says\nthat he is M.A moment after, M. Rodin made his appearance.According to his custom, he\nwas dressed even more than plainly.With an air of great humility, he\nsaluted the bailiff and his wife, and at a sign from her husband, the\nlatter withdrew.The cadaverous countenance of M. Rodin, his almost\ninvisible lips, his little reptile eyes, half concealed by their flabby\nlids, and the sordid style of his dress, rendered his general aspect far\nfrom prepossessing; yet this man knew how, when it was necessary, to\naffect, with diabolical art, so much sincerity and good-nature--his words\nwere so affectionate and subtly penetrating--that the disagreeable\nfeeling of repugnance, which the first sight of him generally inspired,\nwore off little by little, and he almost always finished by involving his\ndupe or victim in the tortuous windings of an eloquence as pliant as it\nwas honeyed and perfidious; for ugliness and evil have their fascination,\nas well as what is good and fair.The bathroom is south of the office.The honest bailiff looked at this man with surprise, when he thought of\nthe pressing recommendation of the steward of the Princess de Saint\nDizier; he had expected to see quite another sort of personage, and,\nhardly able to dissemble his astonishment,", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The kitchen is west of the bedroom.\"Yes, sir; and here is another letter from the steward of the Princess de\nSaint-Dizier.\"\"Pray, sir, draw near the fire, whilst I just see what is in this letter.The hallway is west of the kitchen.The weather is so bad,\" continued the bailiff, obligingly, \"may I not\noffer you some refreshment?\"\"A thousand thanks, my dear sir; I am off again in an hour.\"Whilst M. Dupont read, M. Rodin threw inquisitive glances round the\nchamber; like a man of skill and experience, he had frequently drawn just\nand useful inductions from those little appearances, which, revealing a\ntaste or habit, give at the same time some notion of a character; on this\noccasion, however, his curiosity was at fault.\"Very good, sir,\" said the bailiff, when he had finished reading; \"the\nsteward renews his recommendation, and tells me to attend implicitly to\nyour commands.\"\"Well, sir, they will amount to very little, and I shall not trouble you\nlong.\"\"It will be no trouble, but an honor.\"\"Nay, I know how much your time must be occupied, for, as soon as one\nenters this chateau, one is struck with the good order and perfect\nkeeping of everything in it--which proves, my dear sir, what excellent\ncare you take of it.\"\"Oh, sir, you flatter me.\"\"Flatter you?--a poor old man like myself has something else to think of.But to come to business: there is a room here which is called the Green\nChamber?\"\"Yes, sir; the room which the late Count-Duke de Cardoville used for a\nstudy.\"\"You will have the goodness to take me there.\"\"Unfortunately, it is not in my power to do so.After the death of the\nCount-Duke, and when the seals were removed, a number of papers were shut\nup in a cabinet in that room, and the lawyers took the keys with them to\nParis.\"\"Here are those keys,\" said M. Rodin, showing to the bailiff a large and\na small key tied together.\"Yes--for certain papers--and also far a small mahogany casket, with\nsilver clasps--do you happen to know it?\"\"Yes, sir; I have often seen it on the count's writing-table.It must be\nin the large, lacquered cabinet, of which you have the key.\"\"You will conduct me to this chamber, as authorized by the Princess de\nSaint-Dizier?\"\"Yes, sir; the princess continues in good health?\"\"And Mademoiselle Adrienne?\"said M. Rodin, with a sigh of deep contrition and\ngrief.has any calamity happened to Mademoiselle Adrienne?\"\"No, no--she is, unfortunately, as well as she is beautiful.\"for when beauty, youth, and health are joined to an evil\nspirit of revolt and perversity--to a character which certainly has not\nits equal upon earth--it would be far better to be deprived of those\ndangerous advantages, which only", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "But\nI conjure you, my dear sir, let us talk of something else: this subject\nis too painful,\" said M. Rodin, with a voice of deep emotion, lifting the\ntip of his little finger to the corner of his right eye, as if to stop a\nrising tear.The bailiff did not see the tear, but he saw the gesture, and he was\nstruck with the change in M. Rodin's voice.He answered him, therefore,\nwith much sympathy: \"Pardon my indiscretion, sir; I really did not\nknow--\"\n\n\"It is I who should ask pardon for this involuntary display of\nfeeling--tears are so rare with old men--but if you had seen, as I have,\nthe despair of that excellent princess, whose only fault has been too\nmuch kindness, too much weakness, with regard to her niece--by which she\nhas encouraged her--but, once more, let us talk of something else, my\ndear sir!\"The hallway is south of the bedroom.After a moment's pause, during which M. Rodin seemed to recover from his\nemotion, he said to Dupont: \"One part of my mission, my dear sir--that\nwhich relates to the Green Chamber--I have now told you; but there is yet\nanother.The King\nknighted him for some merit in the Prince's behalf.He should, if\ncaught, have been beheaded with Monsieur Buat, and was brother-in-law to\nVan Tromp, the sea-general.Williamson, secretary to Lord Arlington; M. Kiviet came to examine\nwhether the soil about the river of Thames would be proper to make\nclinker bricks, and to treat with me about some accommodation in order\nto it.To the Royal Society, which since the sad\nconflagration were invited by Mr.Howard to sit at Arundel-House in the\nStrand, who at my instigation likewise bestowed on the Society that\nnoble library which his grandfather especially, and his ancestors had\ncollected.This gentleman had so little inclination to books, that it\nwas the preservation of them from embezzlement.Visited my Lord Clarendon, and presented my son,\nJohn, to him, now preparing to go to Oxford, of which his Lordship was\nChancellor.This evening I heard rare Italian voices, two eunuchs and\none woman, in his Majesty's green chamber, next his cabinet.[Sidenote: LONDON]\n\n29th January, 1667.To London, in order to my son's Oxford journey, who,\nbeing very early entered both in Latin and Greek, and prompt to learn\nbeyond most of his age, I was persuaded to trust him under the tutorage\nof Mr.Bohun, Fellow of New College, who had been his preceptor in my\nhouse some years before; but, at Oxford, under the inspection of Dr.Bathurst, President of Trinity College, where I placed him, not as yet\nthirteen years old.The garden is north of the bedroom.[8]\n\n    [Footnote 8: In illustration of the garb which succeeded the \"long\n    coats\" out of which l", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The bathroom is west of the garden.My little book, in answer to Sir George Mackenzie\non Solitude, was now published, entitled \"Public Employment, and an\nactive Life with its Appanages, preferred to Solitude.\"[9]\n\n    [Footnote 9: Reprinted in \"Miscellaneous Writings,\" pp.In\n    a letter to Cowley, 12th March, 1666, Evelyn apologises for having\n    written against that life which he had joined with Mr.Cowley in so\n    much admiring, assuring him he neither was nor could be serious in\n    avowing such a preference.]I was present at a magnificent ball, or masque, in\nthe theatre at the Court, where their Majesties and all the great lords\nand ladies danced, infinitely gallant, the men in their richly\nembroidered, most becoming vests.In the afternoon, I\nwitnessed a wrestling match for L1,000 in St.James's Park, before his\nMajesty, a vast assemblage of lords and other spectators, between the\nwestern and northern men, Mr.Secretary Morice and Lord Gerard being the\njudges.I proposed to my Lord Chancellor, Monsieur Kiviet's\nundertaking to wharf the whole river of Thames, or quay, from the Temple\nto the Tower, as far as the fire destroyed, with brick, without piles,\nboth lasting and ornamental.--Great frosts, snow and winds, prodigious\nat the vernal equinox; indeed it had been a year of prodigies in this\nnation, plague, war, fire, rain, tempest and comet.Saw \"The Virgin Queen,\"[10] a play written by Mr.[Footnote 10: The VIRGIN QUEEN which Evelyn saw was Dryden's MAIDEN\n    QUEEN.Pepys saw it on the night of its first production (twelve\n    days before Evelyn's visit); and was charmed by Nell Gwynne's\n    Florimell.\"So great a performance of a comical part was never, I\n    believe, in the world before.\"]Secretary Morice's, who showed me his\nlibrary, which was a well chosen collection.This afternoon, I had\naudience of his Majesty, concerning the proposal I had made of building\nthe quay.Sir John Kiviet dined with me.We went to search for\nbrick-earth, in order to a great undertaking.The cold so intense, that there was hardly a leaf on a\ntree.I went to make court to the Duke and Duchess of\nNewcastle, at their house in Clerkenwell, being newly come out of the\nnorth.The office is east of the garden.They received me with great kindness, and I was much pleased with\nthe extraordinary fanciful habit, garb, and discourse of the Duchess.Saw the sumptuous supper in the banqueting-house at\nWhitehall, on the eve of St.George's day, where were all the companions\nof the Order of the Garter.In the morning, his Majesty went to chapel with the", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "But before the Prelate and Dean of Windsor went the gentlemen of\nthe chapel and choristers, singing as they marched; behind them two\ndoctors of music in damask robes; this procession was about the courts\nat Whitehall.Then, returning to their stalls and seats in the chapel,\nplaced under each knight's coat-armor and titles, the second service\nbegan.The garden is east of the bedroom.The bedroom is east of the hallway.Then, the King offered at the altar, an anthem was sung; then,\nthe rest of the Knights offered, and lastly proceeded to the\nbanqueting-house to a great feast.The King sat on an elevated throne at\nthe upper end at a table alone; the Knights at a table on the right\nhand, reaching all the length of the room; over against them a cupboard\nof rich gilded plate; at the lower end, the music; on the balusters\nabove, wind music, trumpets, and kettle-drums.The King was served by\nthe lords and pensioners who brought up the dishes.About the middle of\nthe dinner, the Knights drank the King's health, then the King, theirs,\nwhen the trumpets and music played and sounded, the guns going off at\nthe Tower.At the Banquet, came in the Queen, and stood by the King's\nleft hand, but did not sit.Then was the banqueting-stuff flung about\nthe room profusely.In truth, the crowd was so great, that though I\nstayed all the supper the day before, I now stayed no longer than this\nsport began, for fear of disorder.[Illustration]\n\nIn the 5th position, the heel of one foot touches the point of the\nother.[Illustration]\n\nIn all these positions the feet must be turned outward to form not less\nthan a right angle.THE POSITIONS OF THE PARTNERS\n\nMuch, if not all, of the adverse criticism of the Boston which has been\noffered by educators, parents and other responsible objectors, has been\ndirected at the relative positions of the partners.This is, in fact, no\nmore than the general rule as regards the Social Round Dance, with the\npossible exception that the positions have been sometimes distorted by\nattempts to copy the freer forms of dancing that have been presented\nupon the stage.The Round Dance demands that a certain fixed grouping of the partners be\nmaintained in order that the rotation around a common moving centre may\nbe accomplished, and it is here that the most serious problem is to be\nfound.The dancing profession long ago undertook to settle upon arbitrary\ngroupings satisfactory to the needs of the dancers, and conforming to\nall the requirements of propriety and hygienic exercise.[Illustration]\n\nActing upon this basis, the reputable teachers of dancing throughout the\nworld have adopted and promulgated three fundamental groupings for the\nRound Dance which are so constructed as to provide the greatest ease of\nexecution and freedom of action.They are known as the Waltz Position,\nthe Open Position, and the Side Position of the Waltz.All round dances\nare executed in one or another of these groupings, which are not only\naccepted by all good", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "In the Waltz Position the partners stand facing one another, with\nshoulders parallel, and looking over one another's right shoulder.Special attention must be paid to the parallel position of the\nshoulders, in order to fit the individual movements of the partners\nalong the line of direction.The gentleman places his right hand lightly upon the lady's back, at a\npoint about half-way across, between the waist-line and the\nshoulder-blades.The fingers are so rounded as to permit the free\ncirculation of air between the palm of the hand and the lady's back, and\nshould not be spread.The lady places her left hand lightly upon the gentleman's arm, allowing\nher fore-arm to rest gently upon his arm.The partners stand at an easy\ndistance from one another, inclining toward the common centre very\nslightly.The free hands are lightly joined at the side.This is merely\nto provide occupation for the disengaged arms, and the gentleman holds\nthe tip of the lady's hand lightly in the bended fingers of his own.Guiding is accomplished by the gentleman through a slight lifting of his\nright elbow.[Illustration]\n\n\nTHE OPEN POSITION\n\nThe Open Position needs no explanation, and can be readily understood\nfrom the illustration facing page 8.THE SIDE POSITION OF THE WALTZ\n\nThe side position of the Waltz differs from the Waltz Position only in\nthe fact that the partners stand side by side and with the engaged arms\nmore widely extended.The free arms are held as in the frontispiece.In\nthe actual rotation this position naturally resolves itself into the\nregular Waltz Position.THE STEP OF THE BOSTON\n\nThe preparatory step of the Boston differs materially from that of any\nother Social Dance.The kitchen is east of the hallway.There is _only one position_ of the feet in the\nBoston--the 4th.That is to say, the feet are separated one from the\nother as in walking.The garden is west of the hallway.On the first count of the measure the whole leg swings freely, and as a\nunit, from the hip, and the foot is put down practically flat upon the\nfloor, where it immediately receives the entire weight of the body\n_perpendicularly_.The weight is held entirely upon this foot during the\nremainder of the measure, whether it be in 3/4 or 2/4 time.The following preparatory exercises must be practiced forward and\nbackward until the movements become natural, before proceeding.In going backward, the foot must be carried to the rear as far as\npossible, and the weight must always be perpendicular to the supporting\nfoot.These movements are identical with walking, and except the particular\ncare which must be bestowed upon the placing of the foot on the first\ncount of the measure, they require no special degree of attention.On the second count the free leg swings forward until the knee has\nbecome entirely straightened, and is held, suspended, during the third\ncount of the measure.This should be practiced, first with the weight\nresting upon the entire sole of the supporting foot, and then, when this\nhas been perfectly accomplished, the same exercise may be supplemented\nby raising the heel (of the supporting foot) on the second count and\nlowering it", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "_Great care must be taken not to divide\nthe weight._\n\nFor the purpose of instruction, it is well to practice these steps to\nMazurka music, because of the clearness of the count.[Illustration]\n\nWhen the foregoing exercises have been so fully mastered as to become,\nin a sense, muscular habits, we may, with safety, add the next feature.This consists in touching the floor with the point of the free foot, at\na point as far forward or backward as can be done without dividing the\nweight, on the second count of the measure.Thus, we have accomplished,\nas it were, an interrupted, or, at least, an arrested step, and this is\nthe true essence of the Boston.Too great care cannot be expended upon this phase of the step, and it\nmust be practiced over and over again, both forward and backward, until\nthe movement has become second nature.The bathroom is east of the office.All this must precede any attempt\nto turn.The turning of the Boston is simplicity itself, but it is, nevertheless,\nthe one point in the instruction which is most bothersome to\nlearners.The turn is executed upon the ball of _the supporting foot_,\nand consists in twisting half round without lifting either foot from the\nground.In this, the weight is held altogether upon the supporting foot,\nand there is no crossing.In carrying the foot forward for the second movement, the knees must\npass close to one another, and care must be taken that _the entire half\nturn comes upon the last count of the measure_.The bathroom is west of the hallway.The table was guiltless of a cloth, and littered with beer-bottles,\nbiscuits, onions, sardines, and pats of butter.exclaimed the sub-lieutenant; \"that beggar\nDawson is having his own whack o' grog and everybody else's.\"I'll have _my_ tot to-day, I know,\" said the\nassistant-paymaster, snatching the bottle from Dawson, and helping\nhimself to a very liberal allowance of the ruby fluid.cried the midshipman, snatching the\nglass from the table and bolting the contents at a gulp, adding, with a\ngasp of satisfaction as he put down the empty tumbler, \"The chap thinks\nnobody's got a soul to be saved but himself.\"\"Soul or no soul,\" replied the youthful man of money as he gazed\ndisconsolately at the empty glass, \"my _spirit's_ gone.\"\"Blessed,\" said the engineer, shaking the black bottle, \"if you devils\nhave left me a drain!see if I don't look out for A1 to-morrow.\"And they all said \"Where is the doctor's?\"\"See if that beggarly bumboat-man is alongside, and get me another pat\nof butter and some soft tack; get the grub first, then tell him I'll pay\nto-morrow.\"These and such like scraps of conversation began to give me a little\ninsight into the kind of mess I had joined and the character of my\nfuture messmates.\"Steward,\" said I, \"show me my cabin.\"He did so;\nindeed, he", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "It was the aftermost, and consequently the\nsmallest, although I _ought_ to have had my choice.The bedroom is south of the hallway.It was the most\nmiserable little box I ever reposed in.Had I owned such a place on\nshore, I _might_ have been induced to keep rabbits in it, or\nguinea-pigs, but certainly not pigeons.Its length was barely six feet,\nits width four above my cot and two below, and it was minus sufficient\nstanding-room for any ordinary-sized sailor; it was, indeed, a cabin for\na commodore--I mean Commodore Nutt--and was ventilated by a scuttle\nseven inches in diameter, which could only be removed in harbour, and\nbelow which, when we first went to sea, I was fain to hang a leather\nhat-box to catch the water; unfortunately the bottom rotted out, and I\nwas then at the mercy of the waves.My cabin, or rather--to stick to the plain unvarnished truth--my burrow,\nwas alive with scorpions, cockroaches, ants, and other \"crawlin'\nferlies.\"\"That e'en to name would be unlawfu'.\"My dispensary was off the steerage, and sister-cabin to the pantry.To\nit I gained access by a species of crab-walking, squeezing myself past a\nlarge brass pump, and edging my body in sideways.The sick came one by\none to the dispensary door, and there I saw and treated each case as it\narrived, dressed the wounds and bruises and putrefying sores, and\nbandaged the bad legs.The office is north of the hallway.There was no sick-berth attendant; to be sure\nthe lieutenant-in-command, at my request, told off \"a little cabin-boy\"\nfor my especial use.I had no cause for delectation on such an\nacquisition, by no means; he was not a model cabin-boy like what you see\nin theatres, and I believe will never become an admiral.He managed at\ntimes to wash out the dispensary, or gather cockroaches, and make the\npoultices--only in doing the first he broke the bottles, and in\nperforming the last duty he either let the poultice burn or put salt in\nit; and, finally, he smashed my pot, and I kicked him forward, and\ndemanded another._He_ was slightly better, only he was seldom visible;\nand when I set him to do anything, he at once went off into a sweet\nslumber; so I kicked him forward too, and had in despair to become my\nown menial.In both dispensary and burrow it was quite a difficult\nbusiness to prevent everything going to speedy destruction.The best\nportions of my uniform got eaten by cockroaches or moulded by damp,\nwhile my instruments required cleaning every morning, and even that did\nnot keep rust at bay.Imagine yourself dear reader, in any of the following interesting\npositions:--\n\nVery thirsty, and nothing but boiling hot newly distilled water to\ndrink; or wishing a cool bath of a morning, and finding the water in\nyour", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "To find, when you awake, a couple of cockroaches, two inches in length,\nbusy picking your teeth.To find one in a state of decay in the mustard-pot.To have to arrange all the droppings and eggs of these interesting\ncreatures on the edge of your plate, previous to eating your soup.To have to beat out the dust and weevils from every square inch of\nbiscuit before putting it in your mouth.To be looking for a book and put your hand on a full-grown scaly\nscorpion.The office is west of the bathroom.Nice sensation--the animal twining round your finger, or\nrunning up your sleeve._Denouement_--cracking him under foot--\nfull-flavoured bouquet--joy at escaping a sting.You are enjoying your dinner, but have been for some time sensible of a\nstrange titillating feeling about the region of your ankle; you look down\nat last to find a centipede on your sock, with his fifty hind-legs--you\nthank God not his fore fifty--abutting on to your shin._Tableau_--\ngreen and red light from the eyes of the many-legged; horror of yourself\nas you wait till he thinks proper to \"move on.\"To awake in the morning, and find a large and healthy-looking tarantula\nsquatting on your pillow within ten inches of your nose, with his\nbasilisk eyes fixed on yours, and apparently saying, \"You're only just\nawake, are you?I've been sitting here all the morning watching you.\"You know if you move he'll bite you, somewhere; and if he _does_ bite\nyou, you'll go mad and dance _ad libitum_; so you twist your mouth in\nthe opposite direction and ejaculate--\n\n\"Steward!\"but the steward does not come--in fact he is forward, seeing\nafter the breakfast.The kitchen is east of the bathroom.Meanwhile the gentleman on the pillow is moving\nhis horizontal mandibles in a most threatening manner, and just as he\nmakes a rush for your nose you tumble out of bed with a shriek; and, if\na very nervous person, probably run on deck in your shirt.The flutes, _ty_, _yo_, and _tch\u00e9_ were generally made of bamboo.The\n_koan-tsee_ was a Pandean pipe containing twelve tubes of bamboo.The _siao_, likewise a Pandean pipe, contained sixteen tubes.The\n_pai-siao_ differed from the _siao_ inasmuch as the tubes were inserted\ninto an oddly-shaped case highly ornamented with grotesque designs and\nsilken appendages.[Illustration]\n\nThe Chinese are known to have constructed at an early period a curious\nwind-instrument, called _hiuen_.It was made of baked clay and had five\nfinger-holes, three of which were placed on one side and two on the\nopposite side, as in the cut.Its tones were in conformity with the\npentatonic scale.The reader unacquainted with the pentatonic scale may\nascertain its character by playing on the pianoforte the scale of C\nmajor with the", "question": "What is the bathroom west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Another curious wind-instrument of high antiquity, the _cheng_,\n(engraved, p.Formerly it had either 13, 19, or\n24 tubes, placed in a calabash; and a long curved tube served as a\nmouth-piece.In olden time it was called _yu_.The ancient stringed instruments, the _kin_ and _ch\u00ea_, were of the\ndulcimer kind: they are still in use, and specimens of them are in the\nSouth Kensington museum.The Buddhists introduced from Thibet into China their god of music,\nwho is represented as a rather jovial-looking man with a moustache\nand an imperial, playing the _pepa_, a kind of lute with four silken\nstrings.Perhaps some interesting information respecting the ancient\nChinese musical instruments may be gathered from the famous ruins of\nthe Buddhist temples _Ongcor-Wat_ and _Ongcor-Th\u00f4m_, in Cambodia.These splendid ruins are supposed to be above two thousand years old:\nand, at any rate, the circumstance of their age not being known to the\nCambodians suggests a high antiquity.On the bas-reliefs with which the\ntemples were enriched are figured musical instruments, which European\ntravellers describe as \u201cflutes, organs, trumpets, and drums, resembling\nthose of the Chinese.\u201d Faithful sketches of these representations\nmight, very likely, afford valuable hints to the student of musical\nhistory.[Illustration]\n\nIn the Brahmin mythology of the Hindus the god Nareda is the inventor\nof the _vina_, the principal national instrument of Hindustan.Saraswati, the consort of Brahma, may be regarded as the Minerva of\nthe Hindus.She is the goddess of music as well as of speech; to her\nis attributed the invention of the systematic arrangement of the\nsounds into a musical scale.She is represented seated on a peacock\nand playing on a stringed instrument of the lute kind.Brahma himself\nwe find depicted as a vigorous man with four handsome heads, beating\nwith his hands upon a small drum; and Vishnu, in his incarnation as\nKrishna, is represented as a beautiful youth playing upon a flute.The bathroom is north of the hallway.The\nHindus construct a peculiar kind of flute, which they consider as the\nfavourite instrument of Krishna.They have also the divinity Ganesa,\nthe god of Wisdom, who is represented as a man with the head of an\nelephant, holding a _tamboura_ in his hands.It is a suggestive fact that we find among several nations in different\nparts of the world an ancient tradition, according to which their most\npopular stringed instrument was originally derived from the water.The bathroom is south of the office.In Hindu mythology the god Nareda invented the _vina_--the principal\nnational instrument of Hindustan--which has also the name _cach\u2019-hapi_,\nsignifying a tortoise (_testudo_).Moreover, _nara_ denotes in Sanskrit\nwater, and _narada_, or _nareda_, the giver of", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The garden is west of the office.Like Nareda,\nNereus and his fifty daughters, the Nereides, were much renowned for\ntheir musical accomplishments; and Hermes (it will be remembered) made\nhis lyre, the _chelys_, of a tortoise-shell.The Scandinavian god Odin,\nthe originator of magic songs, is mentioned as the ruler of the sea,\nand as such he had the name of _Nikarr_.In the depth of the sea he\nplayed the harp with his subordinate spirits, who occasionally came up\nto the surface of the water to teach some favoured human being their\nwonderful instrument.W\u00e4in\u00e4m\u00f6inen, the divine player on the Finnish\n_kantele_ (according to the Kalewala, the old national epic of the\nFinns) constructed his instrument of fish-bones.The frame he made out\nof the bones of the pike; and the teeth of the pike he used for the\ntuning-pegs.Jacob Grimm in his work on German mythology points out an old\ntradition, preserved in Swedish and Scotch national ballads, of a\nskilful harper who constructs his instrument out of the bones of a\nyoung girl drowned by a wicked woman.Her fingers he uses for the\ntuning screws, and her golden hair for the strings.The harper plays,\nand his music kills the murderess.A similar story is told in the old\nIcelandic national songs; and the same tradition has been preserved in\nthe Faroe islands, as well as in Norway and Denmark.The kitchen is east of the office.May not the agreeable impression produced by the rhythmical flow of\nthe waves and the soothing murmur of running water have led various\nnations, independently of each other, to the widespread conception that\nthey obtained their favourite instrument of music from the water?Or is\nthe notion traceable to a common source dating from a pre-historic age,\nperhaps from the early period when the Aryan race is surmised to have\ndiffused its lore through various countries?Or did it originate in the\nold belief that the world, with all its charms and delights, arose from\na chaos in which water constituted the predominant element?Howbeit, Nareda, the giver of water, was evidently also the ruler of\nthe clouds; and Odin had his throne in the skies.Indeed, many of the\nmusical water-spirits appear to have been originally considered as rain\ndeities.Their music may therefore be regarded as derived from the\nclouds rather than from the sea.In short, the traditions respecting\nspirits and water are not in contradiction to the opinion of the\nancient Hindus that music is of heavenly origin, but rather tend to\nsupport it.The earliest musical instruments of the Hindus on record have, almost\nall of them, remained in popular use until the present day scarcely\naltered.Besides these, the Hindus possess several Arabic and Persian\ninstruments which are of comparatively modern date in Hindustan:\nevidently having been introduced into that country scarcely a thousand\nyears ago, at the time of the Mahomedan irruption.There is a treatise\non music extant, written in Sanskrit, which contains a description of\nthe ancient instruments", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "They sat down\nfeeling somewhat embarrassed, but spying a photograph album on the\ntable, they became much interested, while the children explained the\npictures.Finally Anna felt that it was time to do something, so when no\none was looking, she slipped under one of the books on the table, three\ntracts entitled \"Consolation for the Bereaved,\" \"Systematic Benevolence\"\nand \"The Social Evils of dancing, card playing and theater-going.\"Then\nthey said goodbye to their new friends and started on.They decided not\nto do any more pastoral work until another day, but enjoyed the outing\nvery much._Christmas._--We all went to Aunt Mary Carr's to dinner excepting\nGrandmother, and in the evening we went to see some tableaux at Dr.We were very much pleased with\nthe entertainment.del Pratt, one of the patients,\nsaid every time, \"What next!\"Grandfather was requested to add his picture to the gallery of portraits\nof eminent men for the Court Room, so he has had it painted.The hallway is west of the office.An artist\nby the name of Green, who lives in town, has finished it after numerous\nsittings and brought it up for our approval.We like it but we do not\nthink it is as good looking as he is.No one could really satisfy us\nprobably, so we may as well try to be suited.Clarke could take Sunday night supper with us\nand she said she was afraid he did not know the catechism.I asked him\nFriday night and he said he would learn it on Saturday so that he could\nanswer every third question any way.1861\n\n_March_ 4, 1861.--President Lincoln was inaugurated to-day._March_ 5.--I read the inaugural address aloud to Grandfather this\nevening.He dwelt with such pathos upon the duty that all, both North\nand South, owe to the Union, it does not seem as though there could be\nwar!_April._--We seem to have come to a sad, sad time.The Bible says, \"A\nman's worst foes are those of his own household.\"The whole United\nStates has been like one great household for many years.\"United we\nstand, divided we fall!\"has been our watchword, but some who should\nhave been its best friends have proven false and broken the bond.Men\nare taking sides, some for the North, some for the South.Hot words and\nfierce looks have followed, and there has been a storm in the air for a\nlong time._April_ 15.--The storm has broken upon us.The office is west of the bedroom.The Confederates fired on\nFort Sumter, just off the coast of South Carolina, and forced her on\nApril 14 to haul down the flag and surrender.President Lincoln has\nissued a call for 75,000 men and many are volunteering to go all around\nus._May,_ 1861.--Many of the young men are going from Canandaigua and all\nthe neighboring towns.It seems very patriotic and grand when they are\nsinging, \"It is sweet, Oh, 'tis sweet, for one's country to die,\" and we\nhear the martial music and see the flags flying and see", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "A lot\nof us girls went down to the train and took flowers to the soldiers as\nthey were passing through and they cut buttons from their coats and gave\nto us as souvenirs.We have flags on our paper and envelopes, and have\nall our stationery bordered with red, white and blue.We wear little\nflag pins for badges and tie our hair with red, white and blue ribbon\nand have pins and earrings made of the buttons the soldiers gave us.We\nare going to sew for them in our society and get the garments all cut\nfrom the older ladies' society.They work every day in one of the rooms\nof the court house and cut out garments and make them and scrape lint\nand roll up bandages.They say they will provide us with all the\ngarments we will make.We are going to write notes and enclose them in\nthe garments to cheer up the soldier boys.It does not seem now as\nthough I could give up any one who belonged to me.The girls in our\nsociety say that if any of the members do send a soldier to the war they\nshall have a flag bed quilt, made by the society, and have the girls'\nnames on the stars._May_ 20.--I recited \"Scott and the Veteran\" to-day at school, and Mary\nField recited, \"To Drum Beat and Heart Beat a Soldier Marches By\"; Anna\nrecited \"The Virginia Mother.\"There was a patriotic rally in Bemis Hall last night and a quartette\nsang, \"The Sword of Bunker Hill\" and \"Dixie\" and \"John Brown's Body Lies\na Mouldering in the Grave,\" and many other patriotic songs.The bedroom is east of the garden.We have one\nWest Point cadet, Albert M. Murray, who is in the thick of the fight,\nand Charles S. Coy represents Canandaigua in the navy.[Illustration: The Ontario Female Seminary]\n\n_June,_ 1861.--At the anniversary exercises, Rev.The bedroom is west of the kitchen.Samuel M. Hopkins of\nAuburn gave the address.I have graduated from Ontario Female Seminary\nafter a five years course and had the honor of receiving a diploma from\nthe courtly hands of General John A. Granger.I am going to have it\nframed and handed down to my grandchildren as a memento, not exactly of\nsleepless nights and midnight vigils, but of rising betimes, at what\nAnna calls the crack of dawn.She likes that expression better than\ndaybreak.I heard her reciting in the back chamber one morning about 4\no'clock and listened at the door.She was saying in the most nonchalant\nmanner: \"Science and literature in England were fast losing all traces\nof originality, invention was discouraged, research unvalued and the\nexamination of nature proscribed.It seemed to be generally supposed\nthat the treasure accumulated in the preceding ages was quite sufficient\nfor all national purposes and that the only duty which authors had to\nperform was to reproduce what had thus been accumulated, adorned with\nall the graces of polished style.Tameness and monotony naturally result\nfrom a slavish adherence to all arbitrary rules and every branch of\nliterature felt", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "History, perhaps, was in some\ndegree an exception, for Hume, Robertson and more especially Gibbon,\nexhibited a spirit of original investigation which found no parallel\namong their contemporaries.\"I looked in and asked her where her book\nwas, and she said she left it down stairs.She has \"got it\" all right, I\nam sure.We helped decorate the seminary chapel for two days.The kitchen is east of the bathroom.Our motto\nwas, \"Still achieving, still pursuing.\"Miss Guernsey made most of the\nletters and Mr.Chubbuck put them up and he hung all the paintings.All oblivious of this wondrous miracle stands Billy, his powers of mind\nand body concentrated upon a single task, that namely of holding down\nto earth the game little bronchos, Mustard and Pepper, till the party\nshould appear.Nearby another broncho, saddled and with the knotted\nreins hanging down from his bridle, stood viewing with all too obvious\ncontempt the youthful frolics of the colts.Well he knew that life would\ncure them of all this foolish waste of spirit and of energy.Meantime\non his part he was content to wait till his master--Dr.The garden is west of the bathroom.Martin, to\nwit--should give the order to move.His master meantime was busily\nengaged with clever sinewy fingers packing in the last parcels that\nrepresented the shopping activities of Cameron and his wife during the\npast two days.There was a whole living and sleeping outfit for the\nfamily to gather together.Already a heavily laden wagon had gone on\nbefore them.The building material for the new house was to follow,\nfor it was near the end of September and a tent dwelling, while quite\nendurable, does not lend itself to comfort through a late fall in the\nfoothill country.Besides, there was upon Cameron, and still more upon\nhis wife, the ever deepening sense of a duty to be done that could not\nwait, and for the doing of that duty due preparation must be made.Hence\nthe new house must be built and its simple appointments and furnishings\nset in order without delay, and hence the laden wagon gone before and\nthe numerous packages in the democrat, covered with a new tent and roped\nsecurely into place.This packing and roping the doctor made his peculiar care, for he was\na true Canadian, born and bred in the atmosphere of pioneer days in\nold Ontario, and the packing and roping could be trusted to no amateur\nhands, for there were hills to go up and hills to go down, sleughs to\ncross and rivers to ford with all their perilous contingencies before\nthey should arrive at the place where they would be.said Cameron, coming out from the hotel with hand\nbags and valises.\"They'll stay, I think,\" replied the doctor, \"unless those bronchos of\nyours get away from you.\"cried Moira, coming out at the moment and\ndancing over to the bronchos' heads.\"Well, miss,\" said Billy with judicial care, \"I don't know about that.They're ornery little cusses and mean-actin.'They'll go straight enough\nif everything is all right", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"I do not think I would be afraid of them,\" replied the girl, reaching\nout her hand to stroke Pepper's nose, a movement which surprised that\nbroncho so completely that he flew back violently upon the whiffle-tree,\ncarrying Billy with him.said Billy, giving him a fierce yank.\"Oh, he ain't no lady's maid, miss.You would, eh, you young\ndevil,\"--this to Pepper, whose intention to walk over Billy was only\ntoo obvious--\"Get back there, will you!Now then, take that, and stand\nstill!\"Billy evidently did not rely solely upon the law of love in\nhandling his broncho.Moira abandoned him and climbed to her place in the democrat between\nCameron and his wife.Martin had learned that\na patient of his at Big River was in urgent need of a call, so, to the\nopen delight of the others and to the subdued delight of the doctor, he\nwas to ride with them thus far on their journey.\"Good-by, Billy,\" cried both ladies, to which Billy replied with a wave\nof his Stetson.Away plunged the bronchos on a dead gallop, as if determined to end the\njourney during the next half hour at most, and away with them went the\ndoctor upon his steady broncho, the latter much annoyed at being thus\nignominiously outdistanced by these silly colts and so induced to strike\na somewhat more rapid pace than he considered wise at the beginning of\nan all-day journey.Away down the street between the silent shacks and\nstores and out among the straggling residences that lined the trail.Away past the Indian encampment and the Police Barracks.Away across the\nechoing bridge, whose planks resounded like the rattle of rifles\nunder the flying hoofs.Away up the long stony hill, scrambling and\nscrabbling, but never ceasing till they reached the level prairie at the\ntop.Away upon the smooth resilient trail winding like a black ribbon\nover the green bed of the prairie.Away down long, long <DW72>s to low,\nwide valleys, and up long, long <DW72>s to the next higher prairie level.Away across the plain skirting sleughs where ducks of various kinds, and\nin hundreds, quacked and plunged and fought joyously and all unheeding.The garden is south of the office.Away with the morning air, rare and wondrously exhilarating, rushing\nat them and past them and filling their hearts with the keen zest of\nliving.Away beyond sight and sound of the great world, past little\nshacks, the brave vanguard of civilization, whose solitary loneliness\nonly served to emphasize their remoteness from the civilization which\nthey heralded.The hallway is south of the garden.Away from the haunts of men and through the haunts\nof wild things where the shy coyote, his head thrown back over his\nshoulder, loped laughing at them and their futile noisy speed.Away\nthrough the wide rich pasture lands where feeding herds of cattle\nand bands of horses made up the wealth of the solitary rancher, whose\nlow-built wandering ranch", "question": "What is south of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Away and ever away, the shining morning hours and the fleeting\nmiles racing with them, till by noon-day, all wet but still unweary, the\nbronchos drew up at the Big River Stopping Place, forty miles from the\npoint of their departure.Martin, the steady pace of his wise\nold broncho making up upon the dashing but somewhat erratic gait of the\ncolts.While the ladies passed into the primitive Stopping Place, the men\nunhitched the ponies, stripped off their harness and proceeded to rub\nthem down from head to heel, wash out their mouths and remove from them\nas far as they could by these attentions the travel marks of the last\nsix hours.Big River could hardly be called even by the generous estimate of the\noptimistic westerner a town.When he has finished, he will fold his arms again and move\non to the next table.He is crazy with absinthe, and no one pays any\nattention to him.On he strides up the \"Boul' Miche,\" past the cafes,\ncontinuing his ravings.As long as he is moderately peaceful and\nconfines his wandering brain to gesticulations and speech, he is let\nalone by the police.[Illustration: (portrait of woman)]\n\nYou will see sometimes a man and a woman--a teamster out of work or with\nhis wages for the day, and with him a creature--a blear-eyed, slatternly\nlooking woman, in a filthy calico gown.The man clutches her arm, as\nthey sing and stagger up past the cafes.The woman holds in her\nclaw-like hand a half-empty bottle of cheap red wine.Now and then they\nstop and share it; the man staggers on; the woman leers and dances and\nsings; a crowd forms about them.Some years ago this poor girl sat on\nFriday afternoons in the Luxembourg Gardens--her white parasol on her\nknees, her dainty, white kid-slippered feet resting on the little stool\nwhich the old lady, who rents the chairs, used to bring her.She was\nregarded as a bonne camarade in those days among the students--one of\nthe idols of the Quarter!But she became impossible, and then an\noutcast!That women should become outcasts through the hopelessness of\ntheir position or the breaking down of their brains can be understood,\nbut that men of ability should sink into the dregs and stay there seems\nincredible.[Illustration: (portrait of woman)]\n\nNear the rue Monge there is a small cafe and restaurant, a place\ncelebrated for its onion soup and its chicken.The office is south of the bedroom.From the tables outside,\none can see into the small kitchen, with its polished copper sauce-pans\nhanging about the grill.Lachaume, the painter, and I were chatting at one of its little tables,\nhe over an absinthe and I over a coffee and cognac.I had dined early\nthis fresh October evening, enjoying to the full the bracing coolness of\nthe air, pungent with the odor of dryThe kitchen is south of the office.", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The world was hurrying by--in twos and threes--hurrying\nto warm cafes, to friends, to lovers.The breeze at twilight set the dry\nleaves shivering.The yellow glow from the\nshop windows--the blue-white sparkle of electricity like pendant\ndiamonds--made the Quarter seem fuller of life than ever.These fall\ndays make the little ouvrieres trip along from their work with rosy\ncheeks, and put happiness and ambition into one's very soul.[Illustration: A GROUP OF NEW STUDIOS]\n\nSoon the winter will come, with all the boys back from their country\nhaunts, and Celeste and Mimi from Ostende.How gay it will be--this\nQuartier Latin then!The hallway is north of the kitchen.How gay it always is in winter--and then the rainy\nseason.The kitchen is north of the garden.Thus it was that Lachaume\nand I sat talking, when suddenly a spectre passed--a spectre of a man,\nhis face silent, white, and pinched--drawn like a mummy's.[Illustration: A SCULPTOR'S MODEL]\n\nHe stopped and supported his shrunken frame wearily on his crutches, and\nleaned against a neighboring wall.He made no sound--simply gazed\nvacantly, with the timidity of some animal, at the door of the small\nkitchen aglow with the light from the grill.He made no effort to\napproach the door; only leaned against the gray wall and peered at it\npatiently.\"A beggar,\" I said to Lachaume; \"poor devil!\"old Pochard--yes, poor devil, and once one of the handsomest men in\nParis.\"\"What I'm drinking now, mon ami.\"He looks older than I do, does he not?\"continued\nLachaume, lighting a fresh cigarette, \"and yet I'm twenty years his\nsenior.You see, I sip mine--he drank his by the goblet,\" and my friend\nleaned forward and poured the contents of the carafe in a tiny\ntrickling stream over the sugar lying in its perforated spoon.[Illustration: BOY MODEL]\n\n\"Ah!those were great days when Pochard was the life of the Bullier,\" he\nwent on; \"I remember the night he won ten thousand francs from the\nRussian.It didn't last long; Camille Leroux had her share of\nit--nothing ever lasted long with Camille.He was once courrier to an\nAustrian Baron, I remember.The old fellow used to frequent the Quarter\nin summer, years ago--it was his hobby.Pochard was a great favorite in\nthose days, and the Baron liked to go about in the Quarter with him, and\nof course Pochard was in his glory.He would persuade the old nobleman\nto prolong his vacation here.Once the Baron stayed through the winter\nand fell ill, and a little couturiere in the rue de Rennes, whom the old\nfellow fell in love with, nursed him.He died the summer following, at\nVienna, and left her quite a", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "He was a good\nold Baron, a charitable old fellow among the needy, and a good bohemian\nbesides; and he did much for Pochard, but he could not keep him sober!\"[Illustration: BOUGUEREAU AT WORK]\n\n\"After the old man's death,\" my friend continued, \"Pochard drifted from\nbad to worse, and finally out of the Quarter, somewhere into misery on\nthe other side of the Seine.No one heard of him for a few years, until\nhe was again recognized as being the same Pochard returned again to the\nQuarter.He was hobbling about on crutches just as you see him there.And now, do you know what he does?The office is south of the bedroom.Get up from where you are sitting,\"\nsaid Lachaume, \"and look into the back kitchen.Is he not standing there\nby the door--they are handing him a small bundle?\"\"Yes,\" said I, \"something wrapped in newspaper.\"\"Do you know what is in it?--the carcass of the chicken you have just\nfinished, and which the garcon carried away.Pochard saw you eating it\nhalf an hour ago as he passed.\"No, to sell,\" Lachaume replied, \"together with the other bones he is\nable to collect--for soup in some poorest resort down by the river,\nwhere the boatmen and the gamins go.The few sous he gets will buy\nPochard a big glass, a lump of sugar, and a spoon; into the goblet, in\nsome equally dirty 'boite,' they will pour him out his green treasure of\nabsinthe.Then Pochard will forget the day--perhaps he will dream of the\nAustrian Baron--and try and forget Camille Leroux.[Illustration: GEROME]\n\nMarguerite Girardet, the model, also told me between poses in the studio\nthe other day of just such a \"pauvre homme\" she once knew.\"When he was\nyoung,\" she said, \"he won a second prize at the Conservatoire, and\nafterward played first violin at the Comique.Now he plays in front of\nthe cafes, like the rest, and sometimes poses for the head of an old\nman!Finally the great open court of the Louvre is reached--here a halt is\nmade and a general romp occurs.A girl and a type climb one of the\ntall lamp-posts and prepare to do a mid-air balancing act, when\nrescued by the others.At last, at the end of all this horse-play, the\nmarch is resumed over the Pont du Carrousel and so on, cheered now by\nthose going to work, until the Odeon is reached.Here the odd\nprocession disbands; some go to their favorite cafes where the\nfestivities are continued--some to sleep in their costumes or what\nremains of them, wherever fortune lands them--others to studios, where\nthe gaiety is often kept up for days.but life is not all \"couleur de rose\" in this true Bohemia.The hallway is north of the bedroom.\"One day,\" says little Marguerite (", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "It is always like that, is it not,\nmonsieur?--and it costs so much to live, and so you see, monsieur, life\nis always a fight.\"And Marguerite's brown eyes swim a little and her pretty mouth closes\nfirmly.\"I do not know, monsieur,\" she replies quietly; \"I have not seen him in\nten days--the atelier is closed--I have been there every day, expecting\nto find him--he left no word with his concierge.I have been to his cafe\ntoo, but no one has seen him--you see, monsieur, Paul does not love me!\"I recall an incident that I chanced to see in passing the little shop\nwhere Marguerite works, that only confirms the truth of her realization.Paul had taken Marguerite back to the little shop, after their dejeuner\ntogether, and, as I passed, he stopped at the door with her, kissed her\non both cheeks, and left her; but before they had gone a dozen paces,\nthey ran back to embrace again.This occurred four times, until Paul and\nMarguerite finally parted.The bedroom is south of the bathroom.And, as he watched her little heels disappear\nup the wooden stairs to her work-room above, Paul blew a kiss to the\npretty milliner at the window next door, and, taking a long whiff of his\ncigarette, sauntered off in the direction of his atelier whistling.The garden is north of the bathroom.[Illustration: A MORNING'S WORK]\n\nIt is ideal, this student life with its student loves of four years, but\nis it right to many an honest little comrade, who seldom knows an hour\nwhen she is away from her ami?who has suffered and starved and slaved\nwith him through years of days of good and bad luck--who has encouraged\nhim in his work, nursed him when ill, and made a thousand golden hours\nin this poet's or painter's life so completely happy, that he looks back\non them in later life as never-to-be-forgotten?He remembers the good\ndinners at the little restaurant near his studio, where they dined among\nthe old crowd.There were Lavaud the sculptor and Francine, with the\nfigure of a goddess; Moreau, who played the cello at the opera; little\nLouise Dumont, who posed at Julian's, and old Jacquemart, the very soul\nof good fellowship, who would set them roaring with his inimitable\nhumor.What good dinners they were!--and how long they sat over their coffee\nand cigarettes under the trees in front of this little restaurant--often\nten and twelve at a time, until more tables had to be pushed together\nfor others of their good friends, who in passing would be hailed to join\nthem.And how Marguerite used to sing all through dinner and how they\nwould all sing, until it grew so late and so dark that they had to puff\ntheir cigarettes aglow over their plates, and yell to Madame Giraud for\na light!And how the old lady would bustle out with the little oil lamp,\nplacing it in the center of", "question": "What is the bathroom north of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "and a cheery word for all these\ngood boys and girls, whom she regarded quite as her own children.It seemed to them then that there would never be anything else but\ndinners at Madame Giraud's for as many years as they pleased, for no one\never thought of living out one's days, except in this good Bohemia of\nParis.They could not imagine that old Jacquemart would ever die, or\nthat La Belle Louise would grow old, and go back to Marseilles, to live\nwith her dried-up old aunt, who sold garlic and bad cheese in a little\nbox of a shop, up a crooked street!Or that Francine would marry Martin,\nthe painter, and that the two would bury themselves in an adorable\nlittle spot in Brittany, where they now live in a thatched farm-house,\nfull of Martin's pictures, and have a vegetable garden of their own--and\na cow--and some children![Illustration: A STUDIO DEJEUNER]\n\nAnd those memorable dinners in the old studio back of the Gare\nMontparnasse!when paints and easels were pushed aside, and the table\nspread, and the piano rolled up beside it.There was the buying of the\nchicken, and the salad that Francine would smother in a dressing into\nwhich she would put a dozen different things--herbs and spices and tiny\nwhite onions!And what a jolly crowd came to these impromptu feasts!How they danced and sang until the gray\nmorning light would creep in through the big skylight, when all these\ngood bohemians would tiptoe down the waxed stairs, and slip past the\ndifferent ateliers for fear of waking those painters who might be\nasleep--a thought that never occurred to them until broad daylight, and\nthe door had been opened, after hours of pandemonium and music and\nnoise!In a little hotel near the Odeon, there lived a family of just such\nbohemians--six struggling poets, each with an imagination and a love of\ngood wine and good dinners and good times that left them continually in\na state of bankruptcy!The garden is east of the bathroom.As they really never had any money--none that\never lasted for more than two days and two nights at the utmost, their\ngood landlord seldom saw a sou in return for his hospitable roof, which\nhad sheltered these six great minds who wrote of the moon, and of fate,\nand fortune, and love.For days they would dream and starve and write.Then followed an auction\nsale of the total collection of verses, hawked about anywhere and\neverywhere among the editeurs, like a crop of patiently grown fruit.Having sold it, literally by the yard, they would all saunter up the\n\"Boul' Miche,\" and forget their past misery, in feasting, to their\nhearts' content, on the good things of life.On days like these, you\nwould see them passing, their black-brimmed hats adjusted jauntily over\ntheir poetic locks--their eyes beaming with that exquisite sense of\nfeeling suddenly rich, that those who live for art's sake know!The\nkeenest of pleasures lie inThe kitchen is east of the garden.", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "He soon brought a spade,\nand upon removing the top earth, came to the blackthorns, and then to\nthe dogs, the biggest of which had eat the loins and greatest share of\nthe hind parts of the little one.\"Hanbury states the deaths of\nthese two sisters in the course of a few months after.The sums they\naccumulated by their penurious way of living, were immense.They\nbequeathed legacies by will to almost every body that were no kin to\nthem except their assiduous attorney, Valentine Price, to whom they left\nnothing.\"But what is strange and wonderful, though their charities in\ntheir life-time at Langton were a sixpenny loaf a week only, which was\ndivided into as many parts as there were petitioners, and distributed by\neleven of the clock on a Sunday, unless they left the town the day\nbefore, which was often the case, and when the poor were sure to fail of\ntheir bounty; these gentlewomen, at the death of the last, bequeathed by\nwill upwards of twelve thousand pounds to the different hospitals and\nreligious institutions in the kingdom.A blaze of goodness issued from\nthem at last, and thus ended these two poor, unhappy, uncharitable,\ncharitable old gentlewomen.\"Marshall calls him, \"the indefatigable Hanbury, whose immense\nlabours are in a manner lost to the public.\"Hanbury did, in describing the beauty of trees and shrubs: this is\nvisible in the extracts which Mr.Marshall has made in his \"Planting and\nRural Ornament.\"WILLIAM SHENSTONE, Esq., justly celebrated for his pure and classic\ntaste in landscape gardening.His tender and pathetic feelings shine\nthroughout most of his works; and the sweetness and simplicity of his\ntemper and manners, endeared him to the neighbourhood and to his\nacquaintance.Johnson says, his life was unstained by any crime.He\nfarther says of him, \"He began from this time to entangle his walks, and\nto wind his waters; which he did with such judgment and such fancy, as\nmade his little domain the envy of the great and the admiration of the\nskilful.His house was mean, and he did not improve it; his care was of\nhis grounds.When he came home from his walks, he might find his floor\nflooded by a shower through the broken roof; but could spare no money\nfor its reparation.In time his expences brought clamours about him,\nthat overpowered the lamb's bleat and the linnet's song; and his groves\nwere haunted by beings very different from fawns and fairies.He spent\nhis estate in adorning it, and his death was probably hastened by his\nanxieties.He was a lamp that spent its oil in blazing.It is said, that\nif he had lived a little longer he would have been assisted by a\npension: such bounty could not have been ever more properly bestowed;\nbut that it was ever asked is not certain; it is too certain that it\nnever was enjoyed.\"The bathroom is east of the office.His intimate friend,The office is east of the hallway.", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "He was no economist; the generosity of his\ntemper prevented him from paying a proper regard to the use of money: he\nexceeded, therefore, the bounds of his paternal fortune, which before he\ndied was considerably incumbered.The hallway is west of the office.But when one recollects the perfect\nparadise he had raised around him, the hospitality with which he lived,\nhis great indulgence to his servants, his charities to the indigent, and\nall done with an estate not more than three hundred pounds a year, one\nshould rather be led to wonder that he left any thing behind him, than\nto blame his want of economy.He left, however, more than sufficient to\npay all his debts; and, by his will, appropriated his whole estate for\nthat purpose.\"His portrait is prefixed to his works, published in 3 vols.His second volume contains his \"Unconnected Thoughts on Landscape\nGardening;\" and the description of the celebrated _Leasowes_, in that\nvolume, was written by (\"the modest, sensible, and humane\") Robert\nDodsley.His Epistolary Correspondence appeared in 2 vols.The office is west of the kitchen.The\ntitle pages of the above first three volumes are attractive from their\nvignette, or rural embellishments.A portrait of Shenstone was taken in\n1758, by Ross, which Hall engraved for Dodsley, in 1780; and this\npicture by Ross was in the possession of the late most worthy Dr.Graves, of Claverton, who died a few years ago, at the advanced age of\nninety.Bell's edition of the Poets has a neat copy of this portrait.Graves wrote \"Recollections of the late William Shenstone.\"He also\ndedicated an urn to him, and inscribed these lines thereon:--\n\n   Stranger!if woods and lawns like these,\n   If rural scenes thy fancy please,\n   Ah!stop awhile, and pensive view\n   Poor Shenstone's urn: who oft, like you,\n   These woods and lawns well-pleased has rov'd,\n   And oft these rural scenes approv'd.Like him, be thou fair virtue's friend,\n   And health and peace thy steps attend.Shenstone died in 1763, and is buried in Hales Owen church yard.An\nurn is placed in the church to his memory, thus inscribed:--\n\n   Whoe'er thou art, with reverence tread\n   These sacred mansions of the dead.--\n   Not that the monumental bust\n   Or sumptuous tomb HERE guards the dust\n   Of rich or great: (Let wealth, rank, birth,\n   Sleep undistinguish'd in the earth;)\n   This simple urn records a name\n   That shines with more exalted fame.if genius, taste refined,\n   A native elegance of mind;\n   If virtue, science, manly sense;\n   If wit, that never gave offence;\n   The clearest head, the tenderest heart,\n   In thy esteem e'er claim'd a part;\n   Ah!", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "smite thy breast, and drop a tear,\n   For, know, THY Shenstone's dust lies here.Mason thus speaks of Shenstone:\n\n                          ----\"Nor thou\n   Shalt pass without thy meed, thou son of peace,\n   Who knew'st perchance to harmonize thy shades\n   Still softer than thy song; yet was that song\n   Nor rude nor unharmonious, when attuned\n   To pastoral plaint, or tales of slighted love.\"Whateley pays his memory the following tribute, previous to his\nmasterly survey of his far-famed and enchanting seat: \"An allusion to\nthe ideas of pastoral poetry evidently enters into the design of the\nLeasowes, where they appear so lovely as to endear the memory of their\nauthor, and justify the reputation of Mr.Shenstone, who inhabited, made\nand directed that celebrated place.\"I've lost\nall my puffs, I know--and so have you--and your hat is a trifle awry.\"\"Since we're not trying to make an impression, I reckon it doesn't\nmatter!\"\"We will have ample opportunity to put them to\nrights before Colin and Geoffrey see us.\"She took off her hat, pressed her hair into shape, replaced a few pins,\ndashed water on her face, and washed her hands.\"Now,\" she said, going into the other room where Miss Carrington was\ndoing likewise, \"if I only had a powder-rag, I'd feel dressed.\"Davila turned, and, taking a little book, from the pocket of her coat,\nextended it.\"Here is some Papier Poudre,\" she said.Elaine exclaimed, and, tearing out a sheet, she\nrubbed it over her face.A door opened and a young girl appeared, wearing apron and cap.said Elaine as she saw the table, with its candles and\nsilver (plated, to be sure), dainty china, and pressed glass.\"If the food is in keeping, I think we can get along for a few days.We\nmay as well enjoy it while it lasts.\"\"You always were of a philosophic mind.\"She might have added, that it was the only way she knew--her wealth\nhaving made all roads easy to her.The meal finished, they went back to their apartment, to find the bed\nturned down for the night, and certain lingerie, which they were\nwithout, laid out for them.\"You might think this was a\nhotel.\"\"We haven't tried, yet--wait until morning.\"The garden is west of the bedroom.A pack of cards was on the\ntable.Come, I'll play you Camden for a\ncent a point.\"The office is east of the bedroom.\"I can't understand what their move is?\"\"What\ncan they hope to accomplish by abducting us--or me, at any rate.It\nseems they don't want anything from us.\"\"I make it, that they hope to extort something, from a third party,\nthrough us--by holding us prisoners.\"\"Captain Carrington has", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"The question is, whose hand are they trying to force?\"\"They will hold us until something is acceded to, the man said.Until _what_ is acceded to, and _by whom_?\"\"You think that we are simply the pawns?\"\"And if it isn't acceded to, they will kill us?\"The bedroom is west of the kitchen.\"We won't contemplate it, just yet.They may gain their point, or we may\nbe rescued; in either case, we'll be saved from dying!\"\"And, at the worst, I may be able to buy them off--to pay our own\nransom.If it's money they want, we shall not die, I assure you.\"\"If I have to choose between death and paying, I reckon I'll pay.\"\"Yes, I think I can pay,\" she said quietly.\"I'm not used to boasting\nmy wealth, but I can draw my check for a million, and it will be\nhonored without a moment's question.The kitchen is west of the bathroom.Does that make you feel easier, my\ndear?\"\"Considerably easier,\" said Davila, with a glad laugh.\"I couldn't draw\nmy check for much more than ten thousand cents.I am only----\" She\nstopped, staring.\"What on earth is the matter, Davila?\"\"I have it!--it's the thieves!\"\"I reckon I must be in a trance,\nalso.\"\"Then maybe I shouldn't--but I will.Parmenter's chest is a fortune in\njewels.\"Croyden has searched for and not\nfound--and the thieves think----\"\n\n\"You would better tell me the story,\" said Elaine, pushing back the\ncards.And Davila told her....\n\n\"It is too absurd!\"laughed Elaine, \"those rogues trying to force\nGeoffrey to divide what he hasn't got, and can't find, and we abducted\nto constrain him.He couldn't comply if he wanted to, poor fellow!\"\"But they will never believe it,\" said Davila.Well, if we're not rescued shortly, I can\nadvance the price and buy our freedom.I\nreckon two hundred thousand will be sufficient--and, maybe, we can\ncompromise for one hundred thousand.it's not so bad, Davila, it's\nnot so bad!\"Unless she were wofully mistaken, this abduction\nwould release her from the embarrassment of declaring herself to\nGeoffrey.\"I was thinking of Colin and Geoffrey--and how they are pretty sure to\nknow their minds when this affair is ended.\"I mean, if this doesn't bring Colin to his senses, he is\nhopeless.\"All his theoretical notions of relative wealth\nwill be forgotten.I've only to wait for rescue or release.On the\nwhole, Davila, I'm quite satisfied with being abducted.Moreover, it is\nan experience which doesn't come to every girl.\"\"What are you going to do about Colin?I rather\nthink you should have an answer ready; the circumstances are apt to\nmake him rather precipitate.\"The next morning after breakfast, which was served in their rooms,\nElaine was looking out through the bars on her window, trying to get\nsome", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "He was a tall, well-dressed man of middle\nage, with the outward appearance of a gentleman.She looked at him a\nmoment, then rang for the maid.\"I should like to have a word with the man who just came in,\" she\nsaid.He appeared almost immediately, an inquiring look on his face.\"How can I serve you, Miss Cavendish?\"\"By permitting us to go out for some air--these rooms were not\ndesigned, apparently, for permanent residence.\"\"You will have no objection to being attended, to\nmake sure you don't stray off too far, you know?\"\"None whatever, if the attendant remains at a reasonable distance.\"Elaine asked, when they were some distance\nfrom the house.\"It is south of Hampton, I think, but I can't\ngive any reason for my impression.Inglis succeeded also--most difficult of all--in\n getting permission from the British authorities for the journey.Eye-witnesses--officers and soldiers--tell everybody to-day how those\n women descended, practically straight from the railway carriages,\n after forty days\u2019 travelling, beside the stretchers with wounded,\n and helped to dress the wounds of those who had had to defend the\n centre and also a wing of the retreating army.For fifteen months she\n remained with those men, whose _r\u00f4le_ is not yet fully realised, but\n is certain to become one of the most wonderful and characteristic\n facts of the conflagration of nations.\u2019\n\nThe Edinburgh Committee had already so many undertakings on behalf of\nthe S.W.H.that they gladly allowed the Committee formed by the London\nBranch of the N.U.W.S.S.The bathroom is north of the office.to undertake the whole work of organising this\nlast adventure for the Serbian Army.Inglis and her unit sailed the wintry main, and to them she sent\nthe voluminous and brilliant reports of her work.When the Russian\nrevolution imperilled the safety of the Serbian Army on the Rumanian\nfront, she sent home members of her unit, charged with important\nverbal messages to her Government.Through the last anxious month,\nwhen communications were cut off, short messages, unmistakably her\nown, came back to the London Committee, that they might order her to\nreturn.She would come with the Serbian Army and not without them.We\nat home had to rest on the assurances of the Foreign Office, always\nalive to the care and encouragement of the S.W.H., that Dr.The office is north of the kitchen.Inglis and\nher unit were safe, and that their return would be expedited at the\nsafest hour.In those assurances we learnt to rest, and the British\nGovernment did not fail that allied force--the Serbian Army and the\nScottish women serving them.The following letters were those written\nto her family with notes from her graphic report to her Committees.The\nclear style and beautiful handwriting never changed even in those last\ndays, when those who were with her knew that nothing but the spirit\nkept the wasted body at its work.\u2018The Serbian Division is superb; we\nare proud to be attached to it.\u2019 These were the last words in her last\nletter from Odessa in", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "That pride of service runs through\nall the correspondence.The spirit she inspired is noteworthy in a\nbook which covers the greater part of these fifteen months, _With the\nScottish Nurses in Rumania_, by Yvonne Fitzroy.The bedroom is south of the bathroom.In a daily diary a\nsearchlight is allowed to fall on some of the experiences borne with\nsuch high-hearted nonchalance by the leader and her gallant disciples.Haverfield, who saw her work, writes:\n\n \u2018It was perfectly incredible that one human being could do the work\n she accomplished.Her record piece of work perhaps was at Galatz,\n Rumania, at the end of the retreat.There were masses and masses of\n wounded, and she and her doctors and nurses performed operations and\n dressings for fifty-eight hours out of sixty-three.Scott, of the\n armoured cars, noted the time, and when he told her how long she had\n been working, she simply said, \u201cWell, it was all due to Mrs.Milne,\n the cook, who kept us supplied with hot soup.\u201d She had been very\n tired for a long time; undoubtedly the lack of food, the necessity of\n sleeping on the floor, and nursing her patients all the time told on\n her health.In Russia she was getting gradually more tired until she\n became ill.When she was the least bit better she was up again, and\n all the time she attended to the business of the unit.\u2018Just before getting home she had a relapse, and the last two or\n three days on board ship, we know now, she was dying.She made all the\n arrangements for the unit which she brought with her, however, and\n interviewed every member of it.To Miss Onslow, her transport officer,\n she said, when she arrived at Newcastle, \u201cI shall be up in London in a\n few days\u2019 time, and we will talk the matter of a new unit over.\u201d Miss\n Onslow turned away with tears in her eyes.\u2019\n\n      \u2018H.M.TRANSPORT ----,\n      \u2018_Sep.\u2018DEAREST AMY,--Here we are more than half way through our voyage.The office is north of the bathroom.We\n got off eventually on Wednesday night, and lay all Thursday in the\n river.You never in your life saw such a filthy boat as this was when\n we came on board.The captain had been taken off an American liner the\n day before.The only officer who had been on this boat before was the\n engineer officer.The crew were drunk to a man,\n and, as the Transport officer said, \u201cThe only way to get this ship\n right, is to get her _out_.\u201d So we got out.I must say we got into\n shape very quickly.We cleaned up, and now we are painting.They won\u2019t\n know her when she gets back.She is an Austrian Lloyd captured at the\n beginning of the war, and she has been trooping in the Mediterranean\n since.She was up at Glasgow for this new start, but she struck the\n Glasgow Fair, and could therefore get nothing done, so she was brought\n down to the port", "question": "What is the bathroom south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The captain seems to be an awfully good man.He is Scotch,\n and was on the Anchor Line to Bombay.She has all our equipment, fourteen of our cars.For passengers,\n there are ourselves, seventy-five people, and three Serbian officers,\n and the mother and sister of one of them, and thirty-two Serbian\n non-commissioned officers.The hallway is north of the bathroom.On the saloon deck there are\n twenty-two very small, single cabins.And on this deck larger cabins\n with either three or four berths.The bathroom is north of the kitchen.I am on this deck in the most\n luxurious quarters.It is called _The Commanding Officer\u2019s Cabin_\n (ahem).There is a huge cabin with one berth; off it on one side\n another cabin with a writing-table and sofa, and off it on the other\n side a bathroom and dressing-room!Of course, if we had had rough\n weather, and the ports had had to be closed, it would not have been so\n nice, especially as the glass in all the portholes is blackened, but\n we have had perfectly glorious weather.At night every porthole and\n window is closed to shut in the light, but the whole ship is very well\n ventilated.A good many of them sleep up in the boats, or in one of\n the lorries.\u2018We sighted one submarine, but it took no notice of us, so we took\n no notice of it.We had all our boats allotted to us the very first\n day.We divided the unit among them, putting one responsible person\n in charge of each, and had boat drill several times.Then one day the\n captain sounded the alarm for practice, and everybody was at their\n station in three minutes in greatcoat and life-belt.I have found many inexplicable words and phrases, occurring\nin the older writers, rendered plain and highly expressive by folk talk\ndefinitions; and a glance at the relative positions of the common people\nof this day, and the writers of the past, to the educated and scholarly\nworld of the nineteenth century, will suffice to show good reasons for a\ndiscriminative reference to the language of the one, for the elucidation\nof the other's expression.In common with the majority of your readers,\nas I should think, I found the notes and replies on \"eysell\" and\n\"captious\" to be highly interesting, and of course applied to the folk\ntalk for its definition.In the first case I obtained from my own\nexperience, what I think will be a satisfactory clue to its meaning, and\nsomething more in addition.There is a herb of an acid taste, the common\nname for which--the only one with which I am acquainted--is\n_green-sauce_; and this herb is, or rather was, much sought after by\nchildren in my boyish days.At a public school not a dozen miles from\nStratford-on-Avon, it was a common practice for we lads to spend our\nholidays in roaming about the fields; and among objects of search, this\ngreen-sauce was a prominent one, and it was a point of honour with each\nof us to notify to the others", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "In\ndoing this, the discoverer, after satisfying himself by his taste that\nthe true herb was found, followed an accepted course, and signified his\nsuccess to his companions by raising his voice and shouting, what I have\nalways been accustomed to write, \"Hey-sall.\"I have no knowledge of the\norigin of this word; it was with us as a school-rule so to use it; and I\nhave no doubt but that \"ey-sell\" was in Shakspeare's time the popular\nname for the herb to which I allude.Mixing much with the rural population of Warwickshire, I have, on many\noccasions, seen the word \"captious\" used in the sense of carping,\nirritable, unthankfulness, and self-willed; and, in my humble opinion,\nsuch a rendering would be more in accordance with the character of the\nfiction, and the poet's early teaching, than any definition I have yet\nseen in your pages.AN OLD MAN WHOSE FATHER LIVED IN THE TIME OF OLIVER CROMWELL.[We are indebted to the kindness of the Rev.THOMAS CORSER for the\n  opportunity of preserving in our columns the following interesting\n  notice, from the _Manchester Guardian_ of the 19th August, 1843,\n  of the subject of his communication in our No.The office is north of the kitchen.Having heard of the extraordinary circumstance of an old man named James\nHorrocks, in his hundredth year, living in Harwood, about three miles\nfrom Bolton, whose father lived in the time of Oliver Cromwell, we took\nan opportunity, a few days ago, of visiting this venerable descendant of\na sire who was contemporary with the renowned Protector.The hallway is south of the kitchen.Until within\nthe last few years he resided at Hill End, a small estate left him by an\nuncle when he was about twenty-six years old; but both his surviving\ndaughters being married, and himself growing feeble, and his sight\nfailing him, he left the land and went to reside with his eldest\ndaughter, Margaret, and his son-in-law, John Haslam, at a place called\n\"The Nook,\" near the Britannia, in Harwood.Here we found the old man,\nsurrounded with every comfort which easy circumstances and affectionate\nfriends can afford, and, to use his own language, \"neither tired of\nliving, nor yet afraid to die.\"He is a remarkably good-looking old man,\nwith long, silvery locks, and a countenance beaming with benevolence and\ngood nature.He has nearly lost the use of his eye-sight, and is a\nlittle dull of hearing, yet he is enabled to walk about.The loss of his\nsight he regrets most of all, as it prevents him from spending his time\nin reading, to which he was before accustomed; and, as he remarked, also\ndenies him the pleasure of looking upon his children and his old\nfriends.He converses with remarkable cheerfulness for one of his years.As an instance, we may mention, that, on observing to him that he must\nhave been a tall man in his youth, he sprang up from his arm", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "He stands now about\nfive feet eight inches and a half.A short time ago, on coming down\nstairs in the morning, he observed to his daughter, with his accustomed\ngood humour, and buoyancy of spirit, \"I wonder what I shall dream next;\nI dreamt last night that I was going to be married again; and who knows\nbut I could find somebody that would have me yet.\"His son-in-law is an\nold grey-headed man, much harder of hearing than himself; and it\nfrequently happens, that when any of the family are endeavouring to\nexplain anything to him, old James will say, \"Stop, and I'll _insense_\nhim;\" and his lungs seldom fail in the undertaking.From this interesting family we learn, that William Horrocks, the father\nof the present James, of whom we have been speaking, was born in 1657,\nfour years after Oliver Cromwell was declared protector, and one year\nbefore his death.The kitchen is east of the bathroom.He would be two years old when Richard Cromwell, who\nsucceeded his father, resigned; and four years old when Charles II.The exact period of his first marriage we have not been\nable to ascertain; but it is certain that his bride was employed as\nnurse in the well-known family of the Chethams, either at Turton Tower,\nor at Castleton Hall, near Rochdale.By this marriage he had four\nchildren, as appears from the following memorandums, written in an\nexcellent hand in the back of an old black-letter Bible, printed in\n1583:\n\n  \"Mary, the daughter of William and Elizabeth Horrocks, was born\n  the 15th day of September, and baptised the 23d day of the same\n  month, Anno Dom.\"John, the son of William and Elizabeth Horrocks, was born the\n  18th day of January, and baptized the 25th day of the same month,\n  Anno Dom.The garden is west of the bathroom.\"Ann, the daughter of William and Elizabeth Horrocks, was born the\n  14th day of March, and baptized the 23d day of the same month,\n  Anno Dom.\"William, the son of William and Elisabeth Horrocks, was born the\n  9th day of June, and baptised the 17th day of the same month, Anno\n  Dom.The bell of\nthe one, it will be seen, is the exact reverse of that of the other: the\nangle truncations are, in both, curved horizontally as well as\nuprightly; but their curve is convex in the one, and in the other\nconcave.will show the effect of both, with the farther\nincisions, to the same depth, on the flank of the one with the concave\ntruncation, which join with the rest of its singularly bold and keen\nexecution in giving the impression of its rather having been cloven\ninto its form by the sweeps of a sword, than by the dull travail of a\nchisel.Its workman was proud of it, as well he might be: he has written\nhis name upon its front (I would that", "question": "What is the bathroom west of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The reader will easily understand that the gracefulness of\nthis kind of truncation, as he sees it in Plate XVII., soon suggested the\nidea of reducing it to a vegetable outline, and laying four healing\nleaves, as it were, upon the wounds which the sword had made.The bedroom is west of the bathroom.These four\nleaves, on the truncations of the capital, correspond to the four leaves\nwhich we saw, in like manner, extend themselves over the spurs of the\nbase, and, as they increase in delicacy of execution, form one of the\nmost lovely groups of capitals which the Gothic workmen ever invented;\nrepresented by two perfect types in the capitals of the Piazzetta\ncolumns of Venice.But this pure group is an isolated one; it remains in\nthe first simplicity of its conception far into the thirteenth century,\nwhile around it rise up a crowd of other forms, imitative of the old\nCorinthian, and in which other and younger leaves spring up in luxuriant\ngrowth among the primal four.The varieties of their grouping we shall\nenumerate hereafter: one general characteristic of them all must be\nnoted here.The reader has been told repeatedly[89] that there are two,\nand only two, real orders of capitals, originally represented by the\nCorinthian and the Doric; and distinguished by the concave or convex\ncontours of their bells, as shown by the dotted lines at _e_, Fig.And hitherto, respecting the capital, we have been exclusively\nconcerned with the methods in which these two families of simple\ncontours have gathered themselves together, and obtained reconciliation\nto the abacus above, and the shaft below.But the last paragraph\nintroduces us to the surface ornament disposed upon these, in the\nchiselling of which the characters described above, Sec.XXVIII., which\nare but feebly marked in the cornice, boldly distinguish and divide the\nfamilies of the capital.Whatever the nature of the ornament be, it must clearly have\nrelief of some kind, and must present projecting surfaces separated by\nincisions.But it is a very material question whether the contour,\nhitherto broadly considered as that of the entire bell, shall be that of\nthe _outside_ of the projecting and relieved ornaments, or of the\n_bottoms of the incisions_ which divide them; whether, that is to say,\nwe shall first cut out the bell of our capital quite smooth, and then\ncut farther into it, with incisions, which shall leave ornamental forms\nin relief, or whether, in originally cutting the contour of the bell, we\nshall leave projecting bits of stone, which we may afterwards work into\nthe relieved ornament.The bathroom is west of the office.Clearly, if to ornament the\nalready hollowed profile, _b_, we cut deep incisions into it, we shall\nso far weaken it at the top, that it will nearly lose all its supporting\npower.Clearly, also, if to ornament the already bulging profile _c_ we\nwere to leave projecting pieces of stone outside of it, we should nearly\ndestroy all its relation to the original sloping line X, and produce an\nunseemly and ponder", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The kitchen is south of the bathroom.It is evident, on the other hand, that we can afford to cut into this\nprofile without fear of destroying its strength, and that we can afford\nto leave projections outside of the other, without fear of destroying\nits lightness.Such is, accordingly, the natural disposition of the\nsculpture, and the two great families of capitals are therefore\ndistinguished, not merely by their concave and convex contours, but by\nthe ornamentation being left outside the bell of the one, and cut into\nthe bell of the other; so that, in either case, the ornamental portions\nwill fall _between the dotted lines_ at _e_, Fig.V., and the pointed\noval, or vesica piscis, which is traced by them, may be called the Limit\nof ornamentation.Several distinctions in the quantity and style of the\nornament must instantly follow from this great distinction in its\nposition.For, observe: since in the Doric\nprofile, _c_ of Fig.V., the contour itself is to be composed of the\nsurface of the ornamentation, this ornamentation must be close and\nunited enough to form, or at least suggest, a continuous surface; it\nmust, therefore, be rich in quantity and close in aggregation; otherwise\nit will destroy the massy character of the profile it adorns, and\napproximate it to its opposite, the concave.On the other hand, the\nornament left projecting from the concave, must be sparing enough, and\ndispersed enough, to allow the concave bell to be clearly seen beneath\nit; otherwise it will choke up the concave profile, and approximate it\nto its opposite, the convex.For, clearly, as the sculptor\nof the concave profile must leave masses of rough stone prepared for his\nouter ornament, and cannot finish them at once, but must complete the\ncutting of the smooth bell beneath first, and then return to the\nprojecting masses (for if he were to finish these latter first, they\nwould assuredly, if delicate or sharp, be broken as he worked on; since,\nI say, he must work in this foreseeing and predetermined method, he is\nsure to reduce the system of his ornaments to some definite symmetrical\norder before he begins); and the habit of conceiving beforehand all that\nhe has to do, will probably render him not only more orderly in its\narrangement, but more skilful and accurate in its execution, than if he\ncould finish all as he worked on.On the other hand, the sculptor of the\nconvex profile has its smooth surface laid before him, as a piece of\npaper on which he can sketch at his pleasure; the incisions he makes in\nit are like touches of a dark pencil; and he is at liberty to roam over\nthe surface in perfect freedom, with light incisions or with deep;\nfinishing here, suggesting there, or perhaps in places leaving the\nsurface altogether smooth.The kitchen is north of the garden.*       *       *       *       *\n\nWenceslas mused long over the Alcalde's letters.", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Then he sent for a young clerical agent of the See, who\nwas starting on a mission to Bogota, and requested that he stop off a\nday at Badillo and go to Simiti to report on conditions in that\nparish.Incidentally, also, to gather what data he might as to the\nfamily of one Rosendo Ariza.In due course of time the agent made his report.The parish of Simiti\nstood in need of a new _Cura_, he said.And the girl--he found no\nwords to describe or explain her.The Church had\nneed of prompt action, however, to secure her.To that end, he advised\nher immediate removal to Cartagena.Aside from the girl, to whom he found his\nthought reverting oftener than he could wish in that particular hour\nof stress, his interest in Simiti did not extend beyond its\npossibilities as a further contributor to the funds he was so greatly\nneeding for the furtherance of his complex political plans.The garden is west of the kitchen.As to the\nAlcalde--here was a possibility of another sort.And at the same time warned\nagainst precipitate action, lest he scatter Rosendo's family into\nflight, and the graceful bird now dwelling in the rude nest escape the\nsharp talons awaiting her.\"Send a message to Francisco, our Legate,\nwho is now in Bogota.Bid him on his return journey stop again at\nSimiti.We require a full report on the character of the Alcalde of\nthat town.\"*       *       *       *       *\n\nMeantime, Jose did not permit his mental torture to interfere\nwith Carmen's education.For six years now that had progressed\nsteadily.Wonderful, he thought--and yet not\nwholly attributable to his peculiar mode of tutelage.For, after\nall, his work had been little more than the holding of her mind\nunwarped, that her instinctive sense of logic might reach those\ntruthful conclusions which it was bound to attain if guided safely\npast the tortuous shifts of human speculation and undemonstrable\ntheory.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.To his great joy, these six years had confirmed a belief\nwhich he had held ever since the troublous days of his youth,\nnamely, that, as a recent writer has said, \"adolescent understanding\nis along straight lines, and leaps where the adult can only\nlaboriously creep.\"There had been no awful hold of early teaching\nto loosen and throw off; there were no old landmarks in her mind\nto remove; no tenacious, clinging effect of early associations to\nneutralize.And, perhaps most important of all, the child had seemed\nto enter the world utterly devoid of fear, and with a congenital\nfaith, amounting to absolute knowledge, in the immanence of an\nomnipotent God of love.This, added to her eagerness and mental\nreceptivity, had made his task one of constant rejoicing in the\nrealization of his most extravagant dreams for her.As a linguist, Carmen had become accomplished.And it was only a matter of practice", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The garden is south of the office.As for other instruction,\nsuch knowledge of the outside world as he had deemed wise to give her\nin these six years had been seized upon with avidity and as\nquickly assimilated.But he often speculated curiously--sometimes\ndubiously--upon the great surprises in store for her should she ever\nleave her native village.And yet, as often as such thought recurred\nto him he would try to choke it back, to bar his mind against it, lest\nthe pull at his heartstrings snap them asunder.Often as he watched her expanding so rapidly into womanhood and\nexhibiting such graces of manner, such amiability of disposition,\nsuch selfless regard for others, combined with a physical beauty\nsuch as he thought he had never before gazed upon, a great yearning\nwould clutch his soul, and a lump would rise in his throat.And\nwhen, as was so often the case, her arms flew impulsively about his\nneck and she whispered words of tender endearment in his ear, a\nfierce determination would seize him, and he would clutch her to\nhimself with such vehemence as to make her gasp for breath.That she\nmight marry he knew to be a possibility.But the idea pierced his\nsoul as with a sword, and he thought that to see her in the arms of\nanother, even the man of her choice, must excite him to murder.One\nday, shortly after her fourteenth birthday, she came to him and,\nperching herself as was her wont upon his knees, and twining her arms\nabout his neck, said, with traces of embarrassment, \"Padre dear,\nJuan--he asked me to-day to marry him.\"She--marry a peon of Simiti!To\nbe sure, Juan had often reminded him of the request he had made for\nher hand long ago.The bathroom is north of the office.But Jose had not considered the likelihood of the\nlad's taking his question directly to her.And the girl--\n\n\"And what did you reply?\"\"Padre dear--I told him that--\" She stopped abruptly.\"Well, _chiquita_; you told him--what?\"He held her back from him and looked\nsquarely into her wide eyes.\"You told him, _chiquita_--\"\n\n\"That--well, Padre dear, I told him that--that I might never marry.\"\"And do you think, little girl, that you will always hold\nto that resolution?\"\"Yes, Padre, unless--\"\n\n\"Well, _chiquita_, unless--\"\n\n\"Unless you marry, too, Padre,\" she said, dropping her eyes.But--what has that to do with it,\ngirl?\"\"Well--oh, Padre dear--can't you see?For then I would marry--\" She\nburied her face in his shoulder.\"Yes, _chiquita_,\" he said, dully wondering.It was the first expression of the kind that had ever come from her\nlips.The Goddess of Fortune had\nsuddenly thrown her most precious jewel into his lap.Joy welled up in\nflood tides from unknown depths within.Minutes passed,", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"Padre,\" she whispered, \"you don't say anything.And you will not always be a priest--not always,\" shaking her\nbeautiful curls with suggestive emphasis.The hallway is west of the bedroom.The people called her an\n_hada_.And then he knew that\nshe never moved except in response to a beckoning hand that still,\nafter all these years, remained invisible to him.\"_Chiquita_,\" he said in low response, \"I fear--I fear that can never\nbe.And even if--ah, _chiquita_, I am so much older than you, little\ngirl--almost seventeen years!\"[74]\n    The Province of Timmoraatsche                    376.2.8\n    The Province of Patchelepalle                    579.10.0\n    Tandua Moeti and Nagachitty (weavers)          2,448.13.0\n    Manuel of Anecotta                             8,539.6.0\n    The Tannecares caste                           1,650.0.0\n    Don Philip Nellamapane                           375.0.0\n    Ambelewanner                                     150.The office is west of the hallway.0.0\n                                                  ===========\n                                      Total       14,118.11.8\n\n\nHerein is not included the Fl.167.15 which again has been paid to\nthe weavers Tandua Moeti and Naga Chitty on account of the Company for\nthe delivery of Salampoeris, while materials have been issued to them\nlater on.It is not with my approval that these poor people continue\nto be employed in the weaving of cloth, because the Salampoeris which I\nhave seen is so inferior a quality and uneven that I doubt whether the\nCompany will make any profit on it; especially if the people should\nget into arrears again as usual on account of the thread and cash\nissued to them.I have an idea that I read in one of the letters from\nBatavia, which,", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Zwaardecroon, as there was no profit to be made on these,\nbut I am not quite sure, and will look for the letter in Colombo,\nand inform Their Excellencies at Batavia of this matter.Meantime,\nYour Honours must continue the old practice as long as it does not\nact prejudicially to the Company.At present their debt is 2,448.13\nguilders, from which I think it would be best to discharge them,\nand no advance should be given to them in future, nor should they be\nemployed in the weaving of cloth for the Company.I do not think they\nneed be sent out of the country on account of their idolatry on their\nbeing discharged from their debt; because I am sure that most of the\nnatives who have been baptized are more heathen than Christian, which\nwould be proved on proper investigation.Besides, there are still so\nmany other heathen, as, for instance, the Brahmin Timmerza and his\nlarge number of followers, about whom nothing is said, and who also\nopenly practise idolatry and greatly exercise their influence to aid\nthe vagabonds (land-loopers) dependent on him, much to the prejudice of\nChristianity.I think, therefore, that it is a matter of indifference\nwhether these people remain or not, the more so as the inhabitants of\nJaffnapatam are known to be a perverse and stiff-necked generation,\nfor whom we can only pray that God in His mercy will graciously\nenlighten their understanding and bless the means employed for their\ninstruction to their conversion and knowledge of their salvation.It is to be hoped that the debt of the dyers, amounting to 8,539.6\nguilders, may yet be recovered by vigilance according to the\ninstructions.The debt of the Tannekares, who owe 1,650 guilders for 11\nelephants, and the amount of 375 guilders due by Don Gaspar advanced\nto him for the purchase of nely, as also the amount of Fl.150 from\nthe Ambelewanne, must be collected as directed here.With regard to the pay books nothing need be observed here but\nthat the instructions given in the annexed Memoir be carried out.What is said here with regard to the Secretariate must be observed,\nbut with regard to the proposed means of lessening the duties of\nthe Secretary by transferring the duties of the Treasurer to the\nThombo-keeper, Mr.The kitchen is north of the garden.Bolscho (in which work the latter is already\nemployed), I do not know whether it would be worth while, as it is\nbest to make as few changes as possible.The instructions with regard\nto the passports must be followed pending further orders.The hallway is north of the kitchen.I will not comment upon what is stated here with regard to the\nCourt of Justice, as these things occurred before I took up the reins\nof Government, and that was only recently.I have besides no sufficient\nknowledge of the subject, while also time does not permit me to peruse\nthe documents referred to.Zwaardecroon's advice must be followed,\nbut in case Mr.Bolscho should have", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "In\ncase of illness of some of the members, or when the Lieutenant Claas\nIsaacsz has to go to the interior to relieve the Dessave of his duties\nthere, Lieut.van Loeveningen, and, if necessary, the Secretary of the\nPolitical Council, could be appointed for the time; because the time\nof the Dessave will be taken up with the supervision of the usual work\nat the Castle.I think that there are several law books in stock in\nColombo, of which some will be sent for the use of the Court of Justice\nby the first opportunity; as it appears that different decisions have\nbeen made in similar cases among the natives.Great precaution must\nbe observed, and the documents occasionally submitted to us.I think\nthat the number of five Lascoreens and six Caffirs will be sufficient\nfor the assistance of the Fiscaal.I will not make any remarks here on the subject of religion, but\nwill refer to my annotations under the heading of Outstanding Debts.I agree with all that has been stated here with regard to the\nSeminary and need not add anything further, except that I think this\nlarge school and church require a bell, which may be rung on Sundays\nfor the services and every day to call the children to school and\nto meals.As there are bells in store, the Dessave must be asked to\nsee that one is put up, either at the entrance of the church on some\nsteps, or a little more removed from the door, or wherever it may be\nconsidered to be most convenient and useful.All that is said here with regard to the Consistory I can only\nconfirm.I approve of the advice given to the Dessave to see to the\nimprovement of the churches and the houses belonging thereto; but I\nhave heard that the neglect has extended over a long period and the\ndecay is very serious.It should have been the duty of the Commandeur\nto prevent their falling into ruin.The Civil or Landraad ought to hold its sittings as stated in the\nMemoir.I am very much surprised to find that this Court is hardly\nworthy of the name of Court any more, as not a single sitting has been\nheld or any case heard since March 21, 1696.With this distribution, they advance in double files.On the word\n\u201c_Halt_,\u201d \u201c_Prepare for action_,\u201d being given, No.1 spreads his frame,\nand with the assistance of No.The kitchen is west of the bathroom.2, fixes it firmly into the ground,\npreparing it at the desired elevation.2 then hands the portfire\nstick to No.1, who prepares and lights it, while No.The hallway is west of the kitchen.2 steps back to\nreceive the Rocket; which has been prepared by Nos.3, 4, &c. who have\nfallen back about fifteen paces, on the word being given to \u201c_Prepare\nfor action_.\u201d These men can always supply the ammunition quicker than\nit can be fired, and one or other must therefore advance towards the\nframe to meet No.2 having thus received\nthe Rocket, places it on the cradle, at the same instant that", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "1\nputs a tube into the vent.2 then points the frame, which has an\nuniversal traverse after the legs are fixed; he then gives the word\n\u201c_Ready_,\u201d \u201c_Fire_,\u201d to No.1, who takes up his portfire and discharges\nthe Rocket.1 now sticks his portfire stick into the ground, and\nprepares another tube; while No.2, as before, puts the Rocket into the\nframe, points, and gives the word \u201c_Ready_,\u201d \u201c_Fire_,\u201d again.By this\nprocess, from three to four Rockets a minute may, without difficulty,\nbe fired from one frame, until the words \u201c_Cease firing_,\u201d \u201c_Prepare\nto advance_,\u201d or \u201c_retreat_,\u201d are given; when the frame is in a moment\ntaken from the ground, and the whole party may either retire or advance\nimmediately in press time, if required.The garden is west of the kitchen.To insure which, and at the\nsame time to prevent any injury to the ammunition, Nos.3, 4, &c. must\nnot be allowed to take off their pouches, as they will be able to\nassist one another in preparing the ammunition, by only laying down\ntheir sticks; in taking up which again no time is lost.If the frame is fired with a lock, the same process is used, except\nthat No.1 primes and cocks, and No.2 fires on receiving the word from\nNo.For ground firing, the upper part of this frame, consisting of the\nchamber and elevating stem, takes off from the legs, and the bottom of\nthe stem being pointed like a picquet post, forms a very firm bouche a\nfe\u00f9 when stuck into the ground; the chamber at point blank being at a\nvery good height for this practice, and capable of traversing in any\ndirection.The exercise, in this case, is, of course, in other respects\nsimilar to that at high angles.[Illustration: _Plate 5_\u00a0\u00a0Fig.\u00a01\u00a0\u00a0Fig.The office is east of the kitchen.2]\n\n\n\n\nTHE MODE OF USING ROCKETS IN BOMBARDMENT.1, represents the mode of carrying the bombarding frame\nand ammunition by men.The apparatus required is merely a light\nladder, 12 feet in length, having two iron chambers, which are fixed\non in preparing for action at the upper end of the ladder; from which\nchambers the Rockets are discharged, by means of a musket lock; the\nladder being reared to any elevation, by two legs or pry-poles, as in\nFig.\u00a02.Every thing required for this service may be carried by men;\nor a Flanders-pattern ammunition waggon, with four horses, will convey\n60 rounds of 32-pounder Carcasses, in ten boxes, eight of the boxes\nlying cross-ways on the floor of the waggon, and two length-ways, at\ntop.On these the frame, complete for firing two Rockets at a flight,\nwith spunges, &c. is", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Four men only are required to be attached to each waggon, who are\nnumbered 1, 2, 3, & 4.The frame and ammunition having been brought into the battery, or to\nany other place, concealed either by trees or houses (for from the\nfacility of taking new ground, batteries are not so indispensable as\nwith mortars), the words \u201c_Prepare for bombardment_\u201d are given; on\nwhich the frame is prepared for rearing, Nos.1 and 2 first fixing the\nchambers on the ladder; Nos.3 and 4 attaching the legs to the frame\nas it lies on the ground.The words \u201c_Rear frame_\u201d are then given;\nwhen all assist in raising it, and the proper elevation is given,\naccording to the words \u201c_Elevate to 35\u00b0_\u201d or \u201c_45\u00b0_,\u201d or whatever\nangle the officer may judge necessary, according to the required\nrange, by spreading or closing the legs of the frame, agreeable to\nthe distances marked in degrees on a small measuring tape, which the\nnon-commissioned officer carries, and which is called--the Elevating\nLine.The garden is east of the bathroom.The word \u201c_Point_\u201d is then given: which is done by means of a\nplumb-line, hanging down from the vertex of the triangle, and which at\nthe same time shews whether the frame is upright or not.1 and 2 place themselves at the foot of the ladder,\nand Nos.3 and 4 return to fix the ammunition in the rear, in readiness\nfor the word \u201c_Load_.\u201d When this is given, No.3 brings a Rocket to the\nfoot of the ladder, having before hand _carefully_ taken off the circle\nthat covered the vent, and handing it to No.1 has ascended the ladder to receive the first\nRocket from No.2, and to place it in the chamber at the top of the\nladder; by the time this is done, No.2 is ready to give him another\nRocket, which in like manner he places in the other chamber: he then\nprimes the locks with a tube and powder, and, cocking the two locks,\nafter every thing else is done, descends from the ladder, and, when\ndown, gives the word \u201c_Ready_;\u201d on which, he and No.2 each take one of\nthe trigger lines, and retire ten or twelve paces obliquely, waiting\nfor the word \u201c_Fire_\u201d from the officer or non-commissioned officer, on\nwhich they pull, either separately or together, as previously ordered.1 immediately runs up and\nspunges out the two chambers with a very wet spunge, having for this\npurpose a water bucket suspended at the top of the frame; which being\ndone, he receives a Rocket from No.The kitchen is west of the bathroom.3 having, in\nthe mean time, brought up a fresh supply; in doing which, however, he\nmust never bring from the rear more than are wanted for each round.In this routine, any number of rounds is tired, until the words\n\u201c_Cease firing_\u201d are given; which,", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "3 and 4 run forward to the ladder; and on the words\n_\u201cLower frame_,\u201d they ease it down in the same order in which it was\nraised, take it to pieces, and may thus retire in less than five\nminutes: or if the object of ceasing to fire is merely a change of\nposition to no great distance, the four men may with ease carry the\nframe, without taking it to pieces, the waggon following them with the\nammunition, or the ammunition being borne by men, as circumstances may\nrender expedient.A thousand yards beyond the pines were two farmhouses in a grove of oaks.Where the Nine Mile road crossed the railroad was\nFair Oaks Station.The bathroom is west of the office.Southeast of Seven Pines was White Oak Swamp.Casey's division of Keyes'\ncorps was stationed at Fair Oaks Farm.A fifth of a mile in front lay his\npicket line, extending crescent shape, from the swamp to the Chickahominy.Couch's division of the same corps was at Seven Pines, with his right wing\nextending along the Nine Mile road to Fair Oaks Station.Heintzelman's\ncorps lay to the rear; Kearney's division guarded the railroad at Savage's\nStation and Hooker's the approaches to the White Oak Swamp.It was a well-wooded region and at this time was\nin many places no more than a bog.No sooner had these positions been\ntaken, than trees were cut to form abatis, rifle-pits were hastily dug,\nand redoubts for placing artillery were constructed.The picket line lay\nalong a dense growth of woods.Through an opening in the trees, the\nConfederate army could be seen in force on the other side of the clearing.The plans of the Confederate general were well matured.On Friday, May\n30th, he gave orders that his army should be ready to move at daybreak.That night the \"windows of heaven seemed to have been opened\" and the\n\"fountains of the deep broken up.\"It was\nthe most violent storm that had swept over that region for a generation.The thunderbolts rolled without\ncessation.The earth was\nthoroughly drenched.From mud-soaked beds\nthe soldiers arose the next morning to battle.Owing to the storm the Confederates did not move so early as intended.However, some of the troops were in readiness by eight o'clock.Hour after\nhour the forces of Longstreet and Hill awaited the sound of the signal-gun\nthat would tell them General Huger was in his position to march.It was near noon before General Hill, weary of waiting,\nadvanced to the front, preceded by a line of skirmishers, along the\nWilliamsburg road.The Union pickets were lying at the edge of the forest.The soldiers in the pits had been under arms for several hours awaiting\nthe attack.Suddenly there burst through the woods the soldiers of the\nSouth.A shower of bullets fell beneath the trees and the Union pickets\ngave way.The bedroom is east of the office.On and on came the lines of gray in close columns.In front of\nthe abatis had been planted a battery of four guns.General Naglee with", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Naglee's men charged with their bayonets and pressed the gray lines back\nagain to the edge of the woods.Here they were met by a furious fire of\nmusketry and quickly gave way, seeking the cover of the rifle-pits at Fair\nOaks Farm.In this position, for nearly three\nhours the Federals waged an unequal combat against three times their\nnumber.Then, suddenly a galling fire plowed in on them from the left.It\ncame from Rains' brigade, which had executed a flank movement.The hallway is south of the kitchen.At the same\ntime the brigade of Rodes rushed toward them.The Federals saw the\nhopelessness of the situation.The officers at the batteries tried to\nspike their guns but were killed in the attempt.Hastily falling back,\nfive guns were left to be turned on them in their retreat.In another minute they would have been entirely surrounded\nand captured.The next stand would be made at\nSeven Pines, where Couch was stationed.The forces here had been weakened\nby sending relief to Casey.The situation of the Federals was growing\ncritical.At the same time General Longstreet sent reenforcements to\nGeneral Hill.Couch was forced out of his position toward the right in the\ndirection of Fair Oaks Station and was thus separated from the main body\nof the army, then in action.The Confederates pushed strongly against the Federal center.Heintzelman\ncame to the rescue.For an hour and a\nhalf the lines of blue and gray surged back and forth.The Federals were\ngradually giving way.The left wing, alone, next to the White Oak Swamp,\nwas holding its own.At the same time over at Fair Oaks Station whither Couch had been forced,\nwere new developments.The garden is south of the hallway.He was about to strike the Confederate army on its\nleft flank, but just when the guns were being trained, there burst across\nthe road the troops of General G. W. Smith, who up to this time had been\ninactive.These men were fresh for the fight, superior in number, and soon\noverpowered the Northerners.It looked for a time as if the whole Union\narmy south of the Chickahominy was doomed.Over at Seven Pines the center of McClellan's army was about to be routed.Now it was that General Heintzelman personally collected about eighteen\nhundred men, the fragments of the broken regiments, and took a decided\nstand at the edge of the timber.But\nthis alone would not nor did not save the day.To the right of this new\nline of battle, there was a rise of ground.From here the woods abruptly\nsloped to the rear.If this elevation were once secured by the\nConfederates, all would be lost and rout would be inevitable.The quick\neye of General Keyes took in the situation.He was stationed on the left;\nto reach the hill would necessitate taking his men between the\nbattle-lines.Calling on a\nsingle regiment to follow he made a dash for the position.The Southern\ntroops, divining his intention, poured a deadly volley into his ranks and\nlikewise attempted to reach this key to the situation.The Feder", "question": "What is the kitchen north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The new line was formed as a heavy mass of\nConfederates came upon them.The kitchen is north of the bathroom.The tremendous Union fire was too much for\nthe assaulting columns, which were checked.They had forced the Federal\ntroops back from their entrenchments a distance of two miles, but they\nnever got farther than these woods.The hallway is south of the bathroom.The river fog now came up as the\nevening fell and the Southern troops spent the night in the captured\ncamps, sleeping on their arms.The Federals fell back toward the river to\nan entrenched camp.Meanwhile at Fair Oaks Station the day was saved, too, in the nick of\ntime, for the Federals.Sir Roderick in suspense he eyed,\n    And to his look the Chief replied,\n    \"Fear naught--nay, that I need not say--\n    But--doubt not aught from mine array.Thou art my guest;--I pledged my word\n    As far as Coilantogle ford:\n    Nor would I call a clansman's brand\n    For aid against one valiant hand,\n    Though on our strife lay every vale\n    Rent by the Saxon from the Gael.So move we on;--I only meant\n    To show the reed on which you leant,\n    Deeming this path you might pursue\n    Without a pass from Roderick Dhu.\"They mov'd:--I said Fitz-James was brave,\n    As ever knight that belted glaive;\n    Yet dare not say, that now his blood\n    Kept on its wont and temper'd flood,[286]\n    As, following Roderick's stride, he drew\n    That seeming lonesome pathway through,\n    Which yet, by fearful proof, was rife\n    With lances, that, to take his life,\n    Waited but signal from a guide\n    So late dishonor'd and defied.Ever, by stealth, his eye sought round\n    The vanish'd guardians of the ground,\n    And still, from copse and heather deep,\n    Fancy saw spear and broadsword peep,\n    And in the plover's shrilly strain,\n    The signal-whistle heard again.Nor breathed he free till far behind\n    The pass was left; for then they wind\n    Along a wide and level green,\n    Where neither tree nor tuft was seen,\n    Nor rush nor bush of broom was near,\n    To hide a bonnet or a spear.The Chief in silence strode before,\n    And reach'd that torrent's sounding shore,\n    Which, daughter of three mighty lakes,[287]\n    From Vennachar in silver breaks,\n    Sweeps through the plain, and ceaseless mines\n    On Bochastle the moldering lines,\n    Where Rome, the Empress of the world,\n    Of yore her", "question": "What is the bathroom north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "And here his course the Chieftain stayed,\n    Threw down his target and his plaid,\n    And to the Lowland warrior said,--\n    \"Bold Saxon!to his promise just,\n    Vich-Alpine has discharged his trust.The hallway is south of the bedroom.This murderous Chief, this ruthless man,\n    This head of a rebellious clan,\n    Hath led thee safe, through watch and ward,\n    Far past Clan-Alpine's outmost guard.Now, man to man, and steel to steel,\n    A Chieftain's vengeance thou shalt feel.See here, all vantageless[289] I stand,\n    Arm'd, like thyself, with single brand:\n    For this is Coilantogle ford,\n    And thou must keep thee with thy sword.\"[287] Katrine, Achray, and Vennachar.[288] The eagle, with wings displayed and a thunderbolt in one of its\ntalons, was the ensign of the Roman legions.Ancient earthworks near\nBochastle are thought to date back to the Roman occupation of Britain.The Saxon paused:--\"I ne'er delay'd\n    When foeman bade me draw my blade;\n    Nay, more, brave Chief, I vow'd thy death:\n    Yet sure thy fair and generous faith,\n    And my deep debt for life preserv'd,\n    A better meed have well deserv'd:\n    Can naught but blood our feud atone?And hear,--to fire thy flagging zeal,--\n    The Saxon cause rests on thy steel;\n    For thus spoke Fate, by prophet bred\n    Between the living and the dead:\n    'Who spills the foremost foeman's life,\n    His party conquers in the strife.'\"--\n    \"Then, by my word,\" the Saxon said,\n    \"The riddle is already read.Seek yonder brake beneath the cliff,--\n    There lies Red Murdoch, stark and stiff.Thus Fate hath solved her prophecy,\n    Then yield to Fate, and not to me.The garden is north of the bedroom.To James, at Stirling, let us go,\n    When, if thou wilt be still his foe,\n    Or if the King shall not agree\n    To grant thee grace and favor free,[290]\n    I plight mine honor, oath, and word,\n    That, to thy native strengths[291] restored,\n    With each advantage shalt thou stand,\n    That aids thee now to guard thy land.\"Dark lightning flash'd from Roderick's eye--\n    \"Soars thy presumption, then, so high,\n    Because a wretched kern ye slew,\n    Homage to name to Roderick Dhu?He yields not, he, to man nor Fate!Thou add'st but fuel to my hate:--", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Not yet prepared?--By Heaven, I change\n    My thought, and hold thy valor light\n    As that of some vain carpet knight,\n    Who ill deserved my courteous care,\n    And whose best boast is but to wear\n    A braid of his fair lady's hair.\"--\n    \"I thank thee, Roderick, for the word!It nerves my heart, it steels my sword;\n    For I have sworn this braid to stain\n    In the best blood that warms thy vein.and, ruth, begone!--\n    Yet think not that by thee alone,\n    Proud Chief!can courtesy be shown;\n    Though not from copse, or heath, or cairn,\n    Start at my whistle clansmen stern,\n    Of this small horn one feeble blast\n    Would fearful odds against thee cast.But fear not--doubt not--which thou wilt--\n    We try this quarrel hilt to hilt.\"--\n    Then each at once his falchion drew,\n    Each on the ground his scabbard threw,\n    Each look'd to sun, and stream, and plain,\n    As what they ne'er might see again;\n    Then foot, and point, and eye opposed,\n    In dubious strife they darkly closed.Ill fared it then with Roderick Dhu,\n    That on the field his targe he threw,\n    Whose brazen studs and tough bull hide\n    Had death so often dash'd aside;\n    For, train'd abroad[292] his arms to wield,\n    Fitz-James's blade was sword and shield.He practiced every pass and ward,\n    To thrust, to strike, to feint, to guard;\n    While less expert, though stronger far,\n    The Gael maintain'd unequal war.Three times in closing strife they stood,\n    And thrice the Saxon blade drank blood;\n    No stinted draught, no scanty tide,\n    The gushing flood the tartans dyed.The hallway is east of the bathroom.Fierce Roderick felt the fatal drain,\n    And shower'd his blows like wintry rain;\n    And, as firm rock, or castle roof,\n    Against the winter shower is proof,\n    The foe, invulnerable still,\n    Foil'd his wild rage by steady skill;\n    Till, at advantage ta'en, his brand\n    Forced Roderick's weapon from his hand,\n    And backward borne upon the lea,\n    Brought the proud Chieftain to his knee.The bedroom is west of the bathroom.\"Now, yield thee, or by Him who made\n    The world, thy heart's blood dyes my blade!\"--\n    \"Thy threats, thy mercy, I defy!Let recreant yield, who fears to die.\"And", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "cried Toto, springing lightly into the barn, and waving a\nbasket round his head.The hallway is east of the bathroom.Spanish, Dame Clucket, where\nare you all?I want all the fresh eggs you can spare, please!directly-now-this-very-moment!\"The office is west of the bathroom.and the boy tossed his basket up in the\nair and caught it again, and danced a little dance of pure enjoyment,\nwhile he waited for the hens to answer his summons.Speckle and Dame Clucket, who had been having a quiet chat together\nin the mow, peeped cautiously over the billows of hay, and seeing that\nToto was alone, bade him good-morning.\"I don't know about eggs, to-day, Toto!\"\"I want to\nset soon, and I cannot be giving you eggs every day.\"\"Oh, but I haven't had any for two or three days!\"\"And I\n_must_ have some to-day.Good old Clucket, dear old Cluckety, give me\nsome, please!\"\"Well, I never can refuse that boy, somehow!\"said Dame Clucket, half to\nherself; and Mrs.Speckle agreed with her that it could not be done.Indeed, it would have been hard to say \"No!\"to Toto at that moment, for\nhe certainly was very pleasant to look at.The dusty sunbeams came\nslanting through the high windows, and fell on his curly head, his\nruddy-brown cheeks, and honest gray eyes; and as the eyes danced, and\nthe curls danced, and the whole boy danced with the dancing sunbeams,\nwhy, what could two soft-hearted old hens do but meekly lead the way to\nwhere their cherished eggs lay, warm and white, in their fragrant nests\nof hay?\"And what is to be done with them?\"Speckle, as the last egg\ndisappeared into the basket.\"We are going to have a party\nto-night,--a real party!Baldhead is coming, and Jim Crow, and\nGer-Falcon.And Granny and Bruin are making all sorts of good\nthings,--I'll bring you out some, if I can, dear old Speckly,--and these\neggs are for a custard, don't you see?\"\"And <DW53> and I are decorating the kitchen,\" continued he; \"and Cracker\nis cracking the nuts and polishing the apples; and Pigeon Pretty and\nMiss Mary are dusting the ornaments,--so you see we are all very busy\nindeed.and off ran boy Toto, with his basket of eggs, leaving the\ntwo old hens to scratch about in the hay, clucking rather sadly over the\nmemories of their own chickenhood, when they, too, went to parties,\ninstead of laying eggs for other people's festivities.In the cottage, what a bustle was going on!The grandmother was at her\npastry-board, rolling out paste, measuring and filling and covering, as\nquickly and deftly as if she had had two pairs of eyes instead of none\nat all.The", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "On the hearth sat the squirrel, cracking nuts and\npiling them up in pretty blue china dishes; and the two birds were\ncarefully brushing and dusting, each with a pair of dusters which she\nalways carried about with her,--one pair gray, and the other soft brown.As for Toto and the raccoon, they were here, there, and everywhere, all\nin a moment.\"Now, then, where are those greens?\"called the boy, when he had\ncarefully deposited his basket of eggs in the pantry.replied <DW53>, appearing at the same moment from the\nshed, dragging a mass of ground-pine, fragrant fir-boughs, and\nalder-twigs with their bright coral-red berries.\"We will stand these\nbig boughs in the corners, Toto.The creeping stuff will go over the\nlooking-glass and round the windows.\"Yes, that will do very well,\" said Toto.\"We shall need steps, though,\nto reach so high, and the step-ladder is broken.\"\"Bruin will be the step-ladder.Stand up here,\nBruin, and make yourself useful.\"The good bear meekly obeyed, and the raccoon, mounting nimbly upon his\nshoulders, proceeded to arrange the trailing creepers with much grace\nand dexterity.\"This reminds me of some of our honey-hunts, old fellow!\"\"Do you remember the famous one we had in the\nautumn, a little while before we came here?\"\"That was, indeed, a famous hunt!The bathroom is west of the hallway.It gave us our whole winter's supply of honey.And we might have got\ntwice as much more, if it hadn't been for the accident.\"\"Tell us about it,\" said Toto.\"I wasn't with you, you know; and then\ncame the moving, and I forgot to ask you.\"<DW53>, you see, had discovered this hive in a big oak-tree, hollow\nfrom crotch to ground.He couldn't get at it alone, for the clever bees\nhad made it some way down inside the trunk, and he couldn't reach far\nenough down unless some one held him on the outside.So we went\ntogether, and I stood on my hind tip-toes, and then he climbed up and\nstood on my head, and I held his feet while he reached down into the\nhole.\"said the grandmother, \"that was very dangerous, Bruin.\"Well, you see, dear Madam,\" replied the bear, apologetically, \"it was\nreally the only way.The kitchen is east of the hallway.I couldn't stand on <DW53>'s head and have him hold\n_my_ feet, you know; and we couldn't give up the honey, the finest crop\nof the season.So--\"\n\n\"Oh, it was all right!\"\"At least, it was at\nfirst.There was such a quantity of honey,--pots and pots of it!--and\nall of the very best quality.I took out comb after comb, laying them in\nthe crotch of the tree for safe-keeping till I was ready to go down.\"\"But where were the bees", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "replied the raccoon, \"buzzing about and making a\nfine fuss.They tried to sting me, of course, but my fur was too much\nfor them.The only part I feared for was my nose, and that I had covered\nwith two or three thicknesses of mullein-leaves, tied on with stout\ngrass.But as ill-luck would have it, they found out Bruin, and began to\nbuzz about him, too.The office is west of the bathroom.One flew into his eye, and he let my feet go for an\ninstant,--just just for the very instant when I was leaning down as far\nas I could possibly stretch to reach a particularly fine comb.Up went\nmy heels, of course, and down went I.\"\"My _dear_ <DW53>!do you mean--\"\n\n\"I mean _down_, dear Madam!\"repeated the raccoon, gravely,--\"the very\ndownest down there was, I assure you.\"A man with a little money,\" said Mr.Watson, \"is just like a cat\nwith a bell around its neck.Every rat knows exactly where it is and\nwhat it is doing.\"\"That's an apt simile,\" assented Lester, bitterly.Jennie knew nothing of this newspaper story for several days.Lester felt that he could not talk it over, and Gerhardt never read\nthe wicked Sunday newspapers.Finally, one of Jennie's neighborhood\nfriends, less tactful than the others, called her attention to the\nfact of its appearance by announcing that she had seen it.\"Why, I hadn't seen it,\" she said.\"Are you\nsure it was about us?\"I'll send Marie over with it when\nI get back.\"I wish you would,\" she said, weakly.She was wondering where they had secured her picture, what the\narticle said.Above all, she was dismayed to think of its effect upon\nLester.Why had he not spoken to her about\nit?The neighbor's daughter brought over the paper, and Jennie's heart\nstood still as she glanced at the title-page.There it all\nwas--uncompromising and direct.How dreadfully conspicuous the\nheadline--\"This Millionaire Fell in Love With This Lady's Maid,\"\nwhich ran between a picture of Lester on the left and Jennie on the\nright.There was an additional caption which explained how Lester, son\nof the famous carriage family of Cincinnati, had sacrificed great\nsocial opportunity and distinction to marry his heart's desire.Below\nwere scattered a number of other pictures--Lester addressing\nJennie in the mansion of Mrs.Bracebridge, Lester standing with her\nbefore an imposing and conventional-looking parson, Lester driving\nwith her in a handsome victoria, Jennie standing beside the window of\nan imposing mansion (the fact that it was a mansion being indicated by\nmost sumptuous-looking hangings) and gazing out on a very modest\nworking-man's cottage pictured in the distance.Jennie felt as though\nshe must die for very shame.She did not so much mind what it meant to\nher, but Lester, Lester, how must he feel?Now they\nwouldThe kitchen is east of the bathroom.", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The bathroom is north of the bedroom.She tried to\nkeep calm about it, to exert emotional control, but again the tears\nwould rise, only this time they were tears of opposition to defeat.She did not want to be hounded this way.Why couldn't the world help her,\ninstead of seeking to push her down?CHAPTER XLII\n\n\nThe fact that Lester had seen this page was made perfectly clear to\nJennie that evening, for he brought it home himself, having concluded,\nafter mature deliberation, that he ought to.He had told her once that\nthere was to be no concealment between them, and this thing, coming so\nbrutally to disturb their peace, was nevertheless a case in point.He\nhad decided to tell her not to think anything of it--that it did\nnot make much difference, though to him it made all the difference in\nthe world.The effect of this chill history could never be undone.The\nwise--and they included all his social world and many who were\nnot of it--could see just how he had been living.The article\nwhich accompanied the pictures told how he had followed Jennie from\nCleveland to Chicago, how she had been coy and distant and that he had\nto court her a long time to win her consent.The bathroom is south of the garden.This was to explain their\nliving together on the North Side.Lester realized that this was an\nasinine attempt to sugar-coat the true story and it made him angry.Still he preferred to have it that way rather than in some more brutal\nvein.He took the paper out of his pocket when he arrived at the\nhouse, spreading it on the library table.Jennie, who was close by,\nwatched him, for she knew what was coming.\"Here's something that will interest you, Jennie,\" he said dryly,\npointing to the array of text and pictures.\"I've already seen it, Lester,\" she said wearily.Stendahl\nshowed it to me this afternoon.\"Rather high-flown description of my attitude, isn't it?I didn't\nknow I was such an ardent Romeo.\"\"I'm awfully sorry, Lester,\" said Jennie, reading behind the dry\nface of humor the serious import of this affair to him.She had long\nsince learned that Lester did not express his real feeling, his big\nills in words.He was inclined to jest and make light of the\ninevitable, the inexorable.This light comment merely meant \"this\nmatter cannot be helped, so we will make the best of it.\"\"Oh, don't feel badly about it,\" he went on.\"It isn't anything\nwhich can be adjusted now.We just\nhappen to be in the limelight.\"\"I understand,\" said Jennie, coming over to him.\"I'm sorry,\nthough, anyway.\"Dinner was announced a moment later and the incident\nwas closed.But Lester could not dismiss the thought that matters were getting\nin a bad way.His father had pointed it out to him rather plainly at\nthe last interview, and now this newspaper notoriety had capped the\nclimax.He might as well abandon his pretension to intimacy with his\nold world.It would have none of him, or", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The office is south of the garden.There were a few bachelors, a few\ngay married men, some sophisticated women, single and married, who saw\nthrough it all and liked him just the same, but they did not make\nsociety.He was virtually an outcast, and nothing could save him but\nto reform his ways; in other words, he must give up Jennie once and\nfor all.The thought was painful to\nhim--objectionable in every way.Jennie was growing in mental\nacumen.She was beginning to see things quite as clearly as he did.She was not a cheap, ambitious, climbing creature.She was a big woman\nand a good one.It would be a shame to throw her down, and besides she\nwas good-looking.He was forty-six and she was twenty-nine; and she\nlooked twenty-four or five.It is an exceptional thing to find beauty,\nyouth, compatibility, intelligence, your own point of\nview--softened and charmingly emotionalized--in another.He\nhad made his bed, as his father had said.It was only a little while after this disagreeable newspaper\nincident that Lester had word that his father was quite ill and\nfailing; it might be necessary for him to go to Cincinnati at any\nmoment.Pressure of work was holding him pretty close when the news\ncame that his father was dead.Without delay, love came _upon me_; then,\nI feared not spectres that flit by night, [063] or hands uplifted for my\ndestruction.I only fear you, _thus_ too tardy; you alone do I court; you hold the\nlightning by which you can effect my destruction.Look (and that you may\nsee, loosen the obdurate bars) how the door has been made wet with my\ntears.At all events, 'twas I, who, when, your garment laid aside, you\nstood ready for the whip, [064] spoke in your behalf to your mistress\nas you were trembling.the credit which\nonce prevailed in your behalf, now fail to prevail in my own favour?Give a return for my kindness; you may _now_ be grateful.As you wish,\n[065] the hours of the night pass on; [066] from the door-post [067] strike\naway the bar.Strike it away then may you one day be liberated from your\nlong fetters and may the water of the slave [068] be not for ever drunk\nof by you.you hear me, as I implore in vain; the\ndoor, supported by its hard oaken _posts_, is still unmoved.Let the\nprotection of a closed gate be of value to cities when besieged; _but_\nwhy, in the midst of peace are you dreading warfare?What would you do\nto an enemy, who thus shut out the lover?The hours of the night pass\non; from the door-post strike away the bar.The bathroom is south of the office.I am not come attended with soldiers and with arms; I should be alone,\nif ruthless Love were not here.Him, even if I should desire it, I can\nnever send away;", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Love\nthen, and a little wine about my temples, [069] are with me, and the\nchaplet falling from off my anointed hair.Who is to dread arms _such_\nas these?The hours of the night pass\non; from the door-post strike away the bar.or does sleep (who but ill befriends the lover)\ngive to the winds my words, as they are repelled from your ear?But, I\nremember, when formerly I used to avoid you, you were awake, with the\nstars of the midnight.Perhaps, too, your own mistress is now asleep\nwith you; alas!how much superior _then_ is your fate to my own!And\nsince 'tis so, pass on to me, ye cruel chains.The hours of the night\npass on; from the door-post strike away the bar.Or did the door-posts creak with the turning hinge, and\ndid the shaken door give the jarring signal?Yes, I am mistaken; the\ndoor was shaken by the boisterous wind.how far away has that\ngust borne my hopes!Boreas, if well thou dost keep in mind the ravished\nOrithyia, come hither, and with thy blast beat open this relentless\ndoor.'Tis silence throughout all the City; damp with the glassy dew,\nthe hours of the night pass on; from the door-post strike away the bar.The garden is north of the bathroom.Otherwise I, myself, [073] now better prepared _than you_, with my\nsword, and with the fire which I am holding in my torch, [074] will\nscale this arrogant abode.Night, and lore, and wine, [075] are\npersuasive of no moderation; the first is without shame, Bacchus and\nLove _are without fear_.I have expended every method; neither by entreaties nor by threats have\nI moved you, O _man, even_ more deaf yourself than your door.It becomes\nyou not to watch the threshold of the beauteous fair; of the anxieties\nof the prison, [076] are you more deserving.And now Lucifer is moving\nhis wheels beset with rime; and the bird is arousing [077] wretched\n_mortals_ to their work.But, chaplet taken from my locks joyous no\nlonger, be you the livelong night upon this obdurate threshold.You,\nwhen in the morning she shall see you _thus_ exposed, will be a witness\nof my time thus thrown away._Porter_, whatever your disposition, good\nbye, and _one day_ experience the pangs of him who is now departing;\nsluggish one, and worthless in not admitting the lover, fare you well.And you, ye cruel door-posts, with your stubborn threshold; and _you,\nye_ doors, equally slaves, [078] hard-hearted blocks of wood, farewell._He has beaten his mistress, and endeavours to regain her favour._\n\n|Put my hands in manacles (they are deserving of chains), if any friend\nof mine is present, until all my frenzy has departed.For frenzyThe garden is south of the bedroom.", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "In such case could I have done an injury even to my\ndear parents, or have given unmerciful blows to even the hallowed\nGods.Why; did not Ajax, too, [080] the owner of the sevenfold shield,\nslaughter the flocks that he had caught along the extended plains?And did Orestes, the guilty avenger of his father, the punisher of his\nmother, dare to ask for weapons against the mystic Goddesses?[081]\n\nAnd could I then tear her tresses so well arranged; and were not her\ndisplaced locks unbecoming to my mistress?Even thus was she beauteous;\nin such guise they say that the daughter of Schoeneus [082] pursued the\nwild beasts of M\u00e6nalus with her bow.'Twere more fitting for her face to\nbe pale from the impress of kisses, and for her neck to bear the marks\nof the toying teeth.In such guise did the Cretan damsel [083] weep, that the South winds, in\ntheir headlong flight, had borne away both the promises and the sails of\nthe forsworn Theseus.Thus, _too_, chaste Minerva, did Cassandra [084]\nfall in thy temple, except that her locks were bound with the fillet.Who did not say to me, \"You madman!\"who did not say _to me_, \"You\nbarbarian!\"She herself _said_ not a word; her tongue was restrained\nby timid apprehensions.But still her silent features pronounced my\ncensure; by her tears _and_ by her silent lips did she convict me.First could I wish that my arms had fallen from off my shoulders; to\nbetter purpose could I have parted with a portion of myself.The office is west of the garden.To my own\ndisadvantage had I the strength of a madman; and for my own punishment\ndid I stoutly exert my strength.The kitchen is west of the office.What do I want with you, ye ministers\nof death and criminality?Impious hands, submit to the chains, your due.Should I not have been punished had I struck the humblest Roman [085]\nof the multitude?_And_ shall I have a greater privilege against my\nmistress?The son of Tydeus has left the worst instance of crime: he was\nthe first to strike a Goddess, [086] I, the second.But less guilty\nwas he; by me, she, whom I asserted to be loved _by me_, was injured;\nagainst an enemy the son of Tydeus was infuriate.Come now, conqueror, prepare your boastful triumphs; bind your locks\nwith laurel, and pay your vows to Jove, and let the multitude, the\ntrain, that escorts your chariot, shout aloud, \"Io _triumphe!_ by\n_this_ valiant man has the fair been conquered!\"A little later the letters were placed in Fred's hands, and bidding his\nuncle a most affectionate farewell, he went to make preparations for his\njourney.The next morning, provided with an order from General Grant\ngiving him permission to pass outside of the lines, he started", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "When he\nwas well beyond the pickets, he tore up his pass, thus destroying any\nevidence that he was ever connected with the Federal army.He had not ridden many miles before he began to overtake straggling\nConfederate soldiers who had escaped from Donelson.Along in the\nafternoon he suddenly came upon three cavalrymen.The horse of one had\ngiven out, and the three were debating what was best to do.The kitchen is west of the hallway.Seeing Fred,\nand noticing that he was well mounted, one of them said: \"There comes a\nboy, a civilian, on a fine hoss.Why not confiscate him for the good of\nthe cause?\"Without warning, Fred found\nhimself covered by three revolvers.\"Come, young man,\" said one of the soldiers, threateningly, \"off of\nthat hoss, and be quick about it, too.\"\"It means the Confederate States of America have use for that hoss; so\nclimb down quick, and none of your lip.\"\"But, gentlemen----\"\n\n\"No buts about it,\" broke in the soldier fiercely.\"Do you mean to say\nyou refuse to contribute a hoss to the cause?You ought to be in the\nranks yourself instead of whining about a hoss.The garden is east of the hallway.You must be a Lincolnite\nor a coward.Get off, or I will let daylight through your carcass.\"There was no use parleying; so without saying a word Fred dismounted.The soldier in great glee, congratulating himself on his good fortune,\nmounted.Prince laid back his ears, and a wicked gleam came into his\neyes, but as Fred said nothing, the horse made no objection.\"Say, boy,\" exclaimed the soldier, \"you can have my hoss there; it's a\nfair trade, you see,\" and with a laugh and a jeer they rode away.Fred let them go a short distance, when he suddenly gave a peculiar\nshort whistle.Prince gave a great bound, then wheeled as quick as\nlightning.His rider was thrown with prodigious force, and lay senseless\nin the road.At full speed the horse ran back and stopped by the side of\nhis owner, quivering with excitement.Fred vaulted into the saddle, and\nwith a yell of defiance dashed back in the direction he had come.Coming to a cross road, he followed it until he came to a road leading\nin the direction he wished to go.Prince, old fellow, that was a trick those fellows weren't on to,\"\nsaid Fred, patting the glossy neck of his horse.\"You did it capitally,\nmy boy, capitally.\"Prince turned his head and whinnied as if he knew all about it.Towards evening Fred fell in with some of Forest's troopers who had\nescaped from Donelson and were making their way to Nashville.The officer in command asked Fred who he was and where he was going, and\nwas frankly told.\"I know Major Shackelford well,\" replied the officer, \"an honorable man\nand a gallant soldier.I shall be happy to have you accompany us to\nNashville.\"Fred preferred to make more haste, but remembering his adventure,\nresolved to run no", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The news of the surrender of Fort Donelson had become known, and the\nwhole country was wild with terror.Consternation was depicted in every\ncountenance.For the first time the people of the South began to realize\nthat after all they might be defeated.When Fred entered Nashville the scene was indescribable.The whole city\nwas terror-stricken.Women walked the streets wringing their hands in\nthe agony of despair.Every avenue was blocked with vehicles of all\nkinds, loaded with valuables and household goods.The inhabitants were\nfleeing from what they considered destruction.Sobs and groans and\npiteous wails were heard on every side.Could this be the same people he\nhad seen a few months before?Through the wild confusion, Fred rode\nuntil he reached the door of his uncle's house.He found the family\npreparing for hasty flight.\"Aunt Jennie, how are you?\"Shackelford gave a shriek, and then exclaimed: \"Fred Shackelford!\"From Donelson and Uncle Charles,\" replied Fred.Shackelford turned as white as death, tottered, and would have\nfallen if Fred had not caught her.\"Calm yourself, Aunt Jennie; both Uncle Charles and George are well.\"Shackelford, and tears came to the relief of\nher pent-up feelings.they will die in some Northern prison, and I\nshall never see them again.\"In all probability they will be exchanged in a\nfew weeks or released on parole.It will do you good to read it,\" and he handed her the letter her\nhusband had written.The hallway is north of the bedroom.When she had read it, she became calmer, and said, \"He wishes me to stay\nhere.\"\"By all means, Aunt Jennie,\" replied Fred.\"Stop these preparations for\nflight; be discreet, and you will be as safe in Nashville with the\nNorthern soldiers here as if they were a thousand miles away.\"Just then Kate came in, her vivacity all gone, and her eyes red with\nweeping.she asked in surprise and with some hauteur.When I heard of it I vowed I would never\nspeak to you again.\"\"But you see you have,\" replied Fred, smiling.she asked, ignoring Fred's\nremark.\"Drive them back with broomsticks,\" replied Fred, mischievously.asked Kate, opening her eyes in astonishment.\"My pretty cousin, didn't you tell me when I was here that if the\nYankees ever dare come near Nashville the women would turn out and beat\nthem back with broomsticks?\"\"I will never speak to you again; so\nthere!\"But when Kate learned that Fred had just come from her father and\nbrother she was eager enough to talk, and Fred had to tell the story of\nDonelson over and over again.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.As they were talking, the clatter of\nhorse's hoofs attracted the attention of the family, and Fred, glancing\nout of the window, saw his father dismounting before the door.He arose trembling in every limb, and gasped:\n\n\"Aunt Jennie, my father!I cannot meet him; he has forbidden it,\" and", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Colonel Shackelford entered, and was warmly greeted by his\nsister-in-law.He had but a moment to stay, as his regiment was on the\nretreat, and the Federals were reported in close pursuit.The office is south of the kitchen.\"I see,\" said he, \"you have prepared for flight.A copy\nof the above view is given in the Monthly Magazine for February, 1822,\nand it there says, that \"the spacious gardens retain the fashion of the\nage of the Spectator.\"The origin of the modern style of landscape\ngardening, or the first writers on that subject, were unquestionably Mr.414 and 477 of the _Spectator_, and Mr.Pope in his\ncelebrated _Guardian_.The first artists who practised in this style,\nwere Bridgman and Kent.Addison's pure taste on these subjects\nis visible even where he prefers Fontainebleau to the magnificent\nVersailles, in his paper in the _Guardian_, No.101:--\"It is situated\namong rocks and woods, that give you a fine variety of savage prospects.The king has humoured the genius of the place, and only made use of so\nmuch art as is necessary to help and regulate nature, without reforming\nher too much.The cascades seem to break through the clefts and cracks\nof rocks that are covered over with moss, and look as if they were piled\nupon one another by accident.There is an artificial wildness in the\nmeadows, walks, and canals; and the garden, instead of a wall, is fenced\non the lower end by a natural mound of rock-work that strikes the eye\nvery agreeably.For my part, I think there is something more charming in\nthese rude heaps of stone than in so many statues, and would as soon see\na river winding through woods and meadows, as when it is tossed up in so\nmany whimsical figures at Versailles.\"414 of his Spectator, he\nsays, \"English gardens are not so entertaining to the fancy as those in\nFrance, and Italy, where we see a large extent of ground covered over\nwith an agreeable mixture of garden, and forest, which represent every\nwhere an artificial rudeness, much more charming than that neatness and\nelegancy which we meet with in those of our own country.\"Murphy\nthus compares Addison with Johnson:--\"Addison lends grace and ornament\nto truth; Johnson gives it force and energy.Addison makes virtue\namiable; Johnson represents it as an awful duty.\"Addison has been\ncalled the English Fenelon.Johnson calls him the Raphael of essay\nwriters.The imposing and commanding attitude of the statue erected a\nfew years since in the Poets' Corner, seems to have arisen, and to have\nbeen devoted to his memory, from his _Reflections on the Tombs in the\nAbbey_.The hallway is north of the kitchen.Those reflections I here subjoin; and I am sure my reader will\nagree with me, that I could not offer a purer honour to his genius and\nmemory:--\"No.26, Friday, March 30._Pallida mors aequo pulsat pede pauper", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Vitae summa brevis spem nos vetat inchoare longam,\n     Jam te premet nox, fabulaeque manes,\n   Et domus exilis Plutonia._--HOR.With equal foot, rich friend, impartial fate\n   Knocks at the cottage, and the palace gate:\n   Life's span forbids thee to extend thy cares,\n   And stretch thy hopes beyond thy tender years:\n   Night soon will seize, and you must quickly go\n   To storied ghosts, and _Pluto's_ house below.--CREECH.\"When I am in a serious humour, I very often walk by myself in\nWestminster Abbey; where the gloominess of the place, and the use to\nwhich it is applied, with the solemnity of the building, and the\ncondition of the people who lie in it, are apt to fill the mind with a\nkind of melancholy, or rather thoughtfulness, that is not disagreeable.I yesterday passed a whole afternoon in the church-yard, the cloisters,\nand the church, amusing myself with the tomb-stones and inscriptions\nthat I met with in those several regions of the dead.Most of them\nrecorded nothing else of the buried person, but that he was born upon\none day and died upon another: the whole history of his life being\ncomprehended in those two circumstances, that are common to all mankind.The hallway is north of the garden.I could not but look upon these registers of existence, whether of brass\nor marble, as a kind of satire upon the departed persons; who had left\nno other memorial of them, but that they were born and that they died.The garden is north of the bedroom.They put me in mind of several persons mentioned in the battles of\nheroic poems, who have sounding names given them, for no other reason\nbut that they may be killed, and are celebrated for nothing but being\nknocked on the head._Glaucumque, Medontaque, Thersilochumque._--VIRG.\"The life of these men is finely described in holy writ by _the path of\nan arrow_, which is immediately closed up and lost.Upon my going into\nthe church, I entertained myself with the digging of a grave; and saw in\nevery shovel-full of it that was thrown up, the fragment of a bone or\nskull intermixed with a kind of fresh mouldering earth that some time or\nother had a place in the composition of an human body.Upon this I began\nto consider with myself what innumerable multitudes of people lay\nconfused together under the pavement of that ancient cathedral; how men\nand women, friends and enemies, priests and soldiers, monks and\nprebendaries, were crumbled amongst one another, and blended together in\nthe same common mass; how beauty, strength, and youth, with old age,\nweakness, and deformity, lay undistinguished in the same promiscuous\nheap of matter.After having thus surveyed this great magazine of\nmortality, as it were in the lump; I examined it more particularly by\nthe accounts which I found on several of the monuments which are raised\nin every quarter of that ancient fabrick", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Some of them were covered with\nsuch extravagant epitaphs, that if it were possible for the dead person\nto be acquainted with them, he would blush at the praises which his\nfriends have bestowed upon him.There are others so excessively modest,\nthat they deliver the character of the person departed in _Greek_ or\n_Hebrew_, and by that means are not understood once in a twelvemonth.The hallway is west of the office.In\nthe poetical quarter, I found there were poets who had no monuments, and\nmonuments which had no poets.I observed indeed that the present war had\nfilled the church with many of these uninhabited monuments, which had\nbeen erected to the memory of persons whose bodies were buried in the\nplains of _Blenheim_, or in the bosom of the ocean.I could not but be\nvery much delighted with several modern epitaphs, which are written with\ngreat elegance of expression and justness of thought, and therefore do\nhonour to the living as well as to the dead.As a foreigner is very apt\nto conceive an idea of the ignorance or politeness of a nation from the\nturn of their public monuments and inscriptions, they should be\nsubmitted to the perusal of men of learning and genius before they are\nput in execution.In the conversations with Eckermann there are\nseveral other allusions besides those already mentioned.Goethe calls\nEckermann a second Shandy for suffering illness without calling a\nphysician, even as Walter Shandy failed to attend to the squeaking\ndoor-hinge.[55] Eckermann himself draws on Sterne for illustrations in\nYorick\u2019s description of Paris,[56] and on January 24, 1830, at a time\nwhen we know that Goethe was re-reading Sterne, Eckermann refers to\nYorick\u2019s (?)doctrine of the reasonable use of grief.[57] That Goethe\nnear the end of his life turned again to Sterne\u2019s masterpiece is proved\nby a letter to Zelter, October 5, 1830;[58] he adds here too that his\nadmiration has increased with the years, speaking particularly of\nSterne\u2019s gay arraignment of pedantry and philistinism.The kitchen is west of the hallway.But a few days\nbefore this, October 1, 1830, in a conversation reported by Riemer,[59]\nhe expresses the same opinion and adds that Sterne was the first to\nraise himself and us from pedantry and philistinism.By these remarks\nGoethe commits himself in at least one respect to a favorable view of\nSterne\u2019s influence on German letters.A\u00a0few other minor allusions to\nSterne may be of interest.In an article in the _Horen_ (1795,\nV.\u00a0St\u00fcck,) entitled \u201cLiterarischer Sansculottismus,\u201d Goethe mentions\nSmelfungus as a type of growler.[60] In the \u201cWanderjahre\u201d[61] there is a\nreference to Yorick\u2019s classification of travelers.D\u00fcntzer, in Schnorr\u2019s\n_Archiv_,[62] explains a", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "In a letter\nto Frau von Stein[64] five years later (September 18, 1780) Goethe used\nthis same expression, and the editor of the letters avails himself of\nD\u00fcntzer\u2019s explanation.D\u00fcntzer further explains the word \u03b8\u03b5\u03bf\u03b4\u03bf\u03ba\u03bf\u03c2,\nused in Goethe\u2019s Tagebuch with reference to the Duke, in connection with\nthe term \u03b8\u03b5\u03bf\u03b4\u03b9\u03b4\u03b1\u03ba\u03c4\u03bf\u03c2 applied to Walter Shandy.The bedroom is west of the office.The word\u00a0is, however,\nsomewhat illegible in the manuscript.The bedroom is east of the garden.It was printed thus in the edition\nof the Tagebuch published by Robert Keil, but when D\u00fcntzer himself, nine\nyears after the article in the _Archiv_, published an edition of the\nTageb\u00fccher he accepted a reading \u03b8\u03b5\u03bf\u03c4\u03b1\u03c4\u03bf\u03c2,[65] meaning, as he says, \u201cein\nvoller Gott,\u201d thereby tacitly retracting his former theory of connection\nwith Sterne.The best known relationship between Goethe and Sterne is in connection\nwith the so-called plagiarisms in the appendix to the third volume of\nthe \u201cWanderjahre.\u201d Here, in the second edition, were printed under the\ntitle \u201cAus Makariens Archiv\u201d various maxims and sentiments.Among these\nwere a number of sayings, reflections, axioms, which were later\ndiscovered to have been taken bodily from the second part of the Koran,\nthe best known Sterne-forgery.Alfred H\u00e9douin, in \u201cLe Monde Ma\u00e7onnique\u201d\n(1863), in an article \u201cGoethe plagiaire de Sterne,\u201d first located the\nquotations.[66]\n\nMention has already been made of the account of Robert Springer, which\nis probably the last published essay on the subject.It is entitled \u201cIst\nGoethe ein Plagiarius Lorenz Sternes?\u201d and is found in the volume\n\u201cEssays zur Kritik und Philosophie und zur Goethe-Litteratur.\u201d[67]\nSpringer cites at some length the liberal opinions of Moli\u00e8re, La\nBruy\u00e8re, Wieland, Heine and others concerning the literary appropriation\nof another\u2019s thought.He then proceeds to quote Goethe\u2019s equally\ngenerous views on the subject, and adds the uncritical fling that if\nGoethe robbed Sterne, it was an honor to Sterne, a\u00a0gain to his literary\nfame.Near the end of his paper, Springer arrives at the question in\nhand and states positively that these maxims, with their miscellaneous\ncompanions, were never published by Goethe, but were found by the\neditors of his literary remains among his miscellaneous papers, and then\nissued in the ninth volume of the posthumous works.H\u00e9douin had\nsuggested this possible explanation.Springer adds that the editors were\nunaware of the source of this material and supposed it to be original", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The facts of the case are, however, as follows: \u201cWilhelm Meister\u2019s\nWanderjahre\u201d was published first in 1821.The office is north of the bathroom.[68] In 1829, a\u00a0new and revised\nedition was issued in the \u201cAusgabe letzter Hand.\u201d Eckermann in his\nconversations with Goethe[69] relates the circumstances under which the\nappendices were added to the earlier work.When the book was in press,\nthe publisher discovered that of the three volumes planned, the last two\nwere going to be too thin, and begged for more material to fill out\ntheir scantiness.In this perplexity Goethe brought to Eckermann two\npackets of miscellaneous notes to be edited and added to those two\nslender volumes.In this way arose the collection of sayings, scraps and\nquotations \u201cIm Sinne der Wanderer\u201d and \u201cAus Makariens Archiv.\u201d It was\nlater agreed that Eckermann, when Goethe\u2019s literary remains should be\npublished, should place the matter elsewhere, ordered into logical\ndivisions of thought.All of the sentences here under special\nconsideration were published in the twenty-third volume of the \u201cAusgabe\nletzter Hand,\u201d which is dated 1830,[70] and are to be found there, on\npages 271-275 and 278-281.They are reprinted in the identical order in\nthe ninth volume of the \u201cNachgelassene Werke,\u201d which also bore the\ntitle, Vol.XLIX of \u201cAusgabe letzter Hand,\u201d there found on pages 121-125\nand 127-131.Evidently Springer found them here in the posthumous works,\nand did not look for them in the previous volume, which was published\ntwo years or thereabouts before Goethe\u2019s death.Of the sentiments, sentences and quotations dealing with Sterne, there\nare twenty which are translations from the Koran, in Loeper\u2019s edition of\n\u201cSpr\u00fcche in Prosa,\u201d[71] Nos.491-507 and 543-544; seventeen others (Nos.490, 508-509, 521-533, 535) contain direct appreciative criticism of\nSterne; No.538 is a comment upon a Latin quotation in the Koran and No.545 is a translation of another quotation in the same work.532\ngives a quotation from Sterne, \u201cIch habe mein Elend nicht wie ein weiser\nMann benutzt,\u201d which Loeper says he has been unable to find in any of\nSterne\u2019s works.The garden is north of the office.It is, however, in a letter[72] to John Hall Stevenson,\nwritten probably in August, 1761.Loeper did not succeed in finding Nos.534, 536, 537, although their\nposition indicates that they were quotations from Sterne, but No.534 is\nin a letter to Garrick from Paris, March 19, 1762.The German\ntranslation however conveys a different impression from the original", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Lord Clarendon's commission for Lieutenant of\nIreland was sealed this day.[Sidenote: LONDON]\n\n2d October, 1685.Pepys with this\nexpression at the foot of it, \"I have something to show you that I may\nnot have another time,\" and that I would not fail to dine with him.Houblon (a rich and\nconsiderable merchant, whose father had fled out of Flanders on the\npersecution of the Duke of Alva) into a private room, and told us that\nbeing lately alone with his Majesty, and upon some occasion of speaking\nconcerning my late Lord Arlington dying a Roman Catholic, who had all\nalong seemed to profess himself a Protestant, taken all the tests, etc.,\ntill the day (I think) of his death, his Majesty said that as to his\ninclinations he had known them long wavering, but from fear of losing\nhis places, he did not think it convenient to declare himself.The garden is north of the bedroom.There\nare, says the King, those who believe the Church of Rome gives\ndispensations for going to church, and many like things, but that is not\nso; for if that might have been had, he himself had most reason to make\nuse of it.The hallway is north of the garden.INDEED, he said, as to SOME MATRIMONIAL CASES, THERE ARE NOW\nAND THEN DISPENSATIONS, but hardly in any cases else.Pepys to beg of his Majesty, if\nhe might ask it without offense, and for that his Majesty could not but\nobserve how it was whispered among many whether his late Majesty had\nbeen reconciled to the Church of Rome; he again humbly besought his\nMajesty to pardon his presumption, if he had touched upon a thing which\ndid not befit him to look into.The King ingenuously told him that he\nboth was and died a Roman Catholic, and that he had not long since\ndeclared that it was upon some politic and state reasons, best known to\nhimself (meaning the King his brother), but that he was of that\npersuasion: he bid him follow him into his closet, where opening a\ncabinet, he showed him two papers, containing about a quarter of a\nsheet, on both sides written, in the late King's own hand, several\narguments opposite to the doctrine of the Church of England, charging\nher with heresy, novelty, and the fanaticism of other Protestants, the\nchief whereof was, as I remember, our refusing to acknowledge the\nprimacy and infallibility of the Church of Rome; how impossible it was\nthat so many ages should never dispute it, till of late; how unlikely\nour Savior would leave his Church without a visible Head and guide to\nresort to, during his absence; with the like usual topic; so well penned\nas to the discourse as did by no means seem to me to have been put\ntogether by the late King yet written all with his own hand, blotted and\ninterlined, so as, if indeed it was not given him by some priest, they\nmight be such arguments and reasons as had been inculcated from time to\ntime, and here recol", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "When his Majesty\nhad shown him these originals, he was pleased to lend him the copies of\nthese two papers, attested at the bottom in four or five lines under his\nown hand.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.This nice and curious passage I\nthought fit to set down.Though all the arguments and objections were\naltogether weak, and have a thousand times been answered by our divines;\nthey are such as their priests insinuate among their proselytes, as if\nnothing were Catholic but the Church of Rome, no salvation out of that,\nno reformation sufferable, bottoming all their errors on St.The garden is south of the bathroom.Peter's\nsuccessors' unerring dictatorship, but proving nothing with any reason,\nor taking notice of any objection which could be made against it.Here\nall was taken for granted, and upon it a resolution and preference\nimplied.I was heartily sorry to see all this, though it was no other than was\nto be suspected, by his late Majesty's too great indifference, neglect,\nand course of life, that he had been perverted, and for secular respects\nonly professed to be of another belief, and thereby giving great\nadvantage to our adversaries, both the Court and generally the youth and\ngreat persons of the nation becoming dissolute and highly profane.God\nwas incensed to make his reign very troublesome and unprosperous, by\nwars, plagues, fires, loss of reputation by an universal neglect of the\npublic for the love of a voluptuous and sensual life, which a vicious\nCourt had brought into credit.I think of it with sorrow and pity, when\nI consider how good and debonair a nature that unhappy Prince was; what\nopportunities he had to have made himself the most renowned King that\never swayed the British scepter, had he been firm to that Church for\nwhich his martyred and blessed father suffered; and had he been grateful\nto Almighty God, who so miraculously restored him, with so excellent a\nreligion; had he endeavored to own and propagate it as he should have\ndone, not only for the good of his kingdom, but of all the Reformed\nChurches in christendom, now weakened and near ruined through our\nremissness and suffering them to be supplanted, persecuted, and\ndestroyed, as in France, which we took no notice of.The consequence of\nthis, time will show, and I wish it may proceed no further.The\nemissaries and instruments of the Church of Rome will never rest till\nthey have crushed the Church of England, as knowing that alone to be\nable to cope with them, and that they can never answer her fairly, but\nlie abundantly open to the irresistible force of her arguments,\nantiquity and purity of her doctrine, so that albeit it may move God,\nfor the punishment of a nation so unworthy, to eclipse again the\nprofession of her here, and darkness and superstition prevail, I am most\nconfident the doctrine of the Church of England will never be\nextinguished, but remain visible, if not eminent, to the consummation of\nthe world.I have innumerable reasons that confirm me in this opinion,\nwhich I forbear to mention here", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "In the meantime, as to the discourse of his Majesty with Mr.Pepys, and\nthose papers, as I do exceedingly prefer his Majesty's free and\ningenuous profession of what his own religion is, beyond concealment\nupon any politic accounts, so I think him of a most sincere and honest\nnature, one on whose word one may rely, and that he makes a conscience\nof what he promises, to perform it.There was something in\nhis cold grey eye that sent a chill into your blood, and you could not\nhelp thinking that there was deceit, and falsehood in his perpetual\nsmile.Although his age was forty-five, there was scarcely a wrinkle on his\nface, and you would not take him to be over thirty.Such was Captain Flint, the commander and owner of the little schooner\n_Sea Gull_.The garden is north of the bedroom.\"Captain,\" said Rider, when the other had joined the group; \"Joe and I\nwas talking about that gal just afore you came up, and I was a sayin'\nto him that I was afeard that she would git us into trouble, and I\nwould speak to you about it.\"\"Well,\" said Captain Flint, after a moment's pause, \"if this thing was\nan affair of mine entirely, I should tell you to mind your own\nbusiness, and there the matter would end, but as it concerns you as\nwell as me, I suppose you ought to know why it was done.\"The girl's father, as you know, has all along been one of our best\ncustomers.And we suppose that he was too much interested in our\nsuccess to render it likely that he would expose any of our secrets,\nbut since he's been made a magistrate, he has all at once taken it\ninto his head to set up for an honest man, and the other day he not\nonly told me that it was time I had changed my course and become a\nfair trader, but hinted that he had reason to suspect that we were\nengaged in something worse than mere smuggling, and that if we did not\nwalk pretty straight in future, he might be compelled in his capacity\nof magistrate to make an example of us.\"I don't believe that he has got any evidence against us in regard to\nthat last affair of ours, but I believe that he suspects us, and\nshould he even make his suspicions public, it would work us a great\ndeal of mischief, to say the least of it.The bathroom is north of the garden.\"I said nothing, but thinks I, old boy, I'll see if I can't get the\nupper hand of you.For this purpose I employed some of our Indian\nfriends to entrap, and carry off the girl for me.I took care that it\nshould be done in such a manner as to make her father believe that she\nwas carried off by them for purposes of their own.\"Now, he knows my extensive acquaintance with all the tribes along the\nriver, and that there is no one who can be of as much service to him\nin his efforts to recover his daughter, as I, so that he will not be\nvery likely to interfere with us for some time to come.\"I have seen him since the affair happened, and condoled with him, of", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"He believes that the Indian who stole his daughter was the chief\nFire Cloud, in revenge for some insult received a number of years ago.\"This opinion I encouraged, as it answered my purpose exactly, and I\npromised to render all the assistance I could in his efforts to\nrecover his child.\"This part of the country, as we all know, is getting too hot for us;\nwe can't stand it much longer; if we can only stave off the danger\nuntil the arrival of that East Indiaman that's expected in shortly\nthere'll be a chance for us that don't come more than once or twice in\na lifetime.\"Let us once get the pick out of her cargo, and we shall have enough\nto make the fortunes of all of us, and we can retire to some country\nwhere we can enjoy our good luck without the danger of being\ninterfered with.And then old Rosenthrall can have his daughter again\nand welcome provided he can find her.\"So you see that to let this girl escape will be as much as your necks\nare worth.\"So saying, Captain Flint left his companions and returned to the\ncabin.\"Just as I thought,\" said Old Ropes, when the captain had gone, \"if we\ndon't look well to it this unlucky affair will be the ruin of us all.\"Carl Rosenthrall was a wealthy citizen of New York.That is, rich when\nwe consider the time in which he lived, when our mammoth city was\nlittle more than a good-sized village, and quite a thriving trade was\ncarried on with the Indians along the river, and it was in this trade\nchiefly, that Carl Rosenthrall and his father before him, had made\nnearly all the wealth which Carl possessed.But Carl Rosenthrall's business was not confined to trading with the\nIndians alone, he kept what would now be called a country store.A\nstore where everything almost could be found, from a plough to a paper\nof needles.Some ten years previous to the time when the events occurred which are\nrecorded in the preceding chapter, and when Hellena Rosenthrall was\nabout six years old, an Indian chief with whom Rosenthrall had\nfrequent dealings, and whose name was Fire Cloud, came in to the\nmerchant's house when he was at dinner with his family, and asked for\nsomething to eat, saying that he was hungry.Now Fire Cloud, like the rest of his race, had an unfortunate liking\nfor strong drink, and was a little intoxicated, and Rosenthrall not\nliking to be intruded upon at such a time by a drunken savage, ordered\nhim out of the house, at the same time calling him a drunken brute,\nand making use of other language not very agreeable to the Indian.The bathroom is east of the garden.The chief did as he was required, but in doing so, he put his hand on\nhis tomahawk and at the same time turned on Rosenthrall a look that\nsaid as well as words could say, \"Give me but the opportunity, and\nI'll bury this in your skull.\"The chief, on passing out, seated himself for a moment on the stoop in\nThe bedroom is east of the bathroom.", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The office is east of the bathroom.While he was sitting there, little Hellena, with whom he had been a\nfavorite, having often seen him at her father's store, came running\nout to him with a large piece of cake in her hand, saying:\n\n\"Here, No-No, Hellena will give you some cake.\"No-No was the name by which the Indian was known to the child, having\nlearned it from hearing the Indian make use of the name no, no, so\noften when trading with her father.The Indian took the proffered cake with a smile, and as he did so\nlifted the child up in his arms and gazed at her steadily for a few\nmoments, as if he wished to impress every feature upon his memory, and\nthen sat her down again.The hallway is west of the bathroom.He was just in the act of doing this when the child's father came out\nof the dining-room.Rosenthrall, imagining that the Indian was about to kidnap his\ndaughter, or do her some violence, rushed out ordering him to put the\nchild down, and be off about his business.It was the recollection of this circumstance, taken in connection with\nthe fact that Fire Cloud had been seen in the city on the day on which\nhis daughter had disappeared, which led Rosenthrall to fix upon the\nold chief as the person who had carried off Hellena.This opinion, as we have seen, was encouraged by Captain Flint for\nreasons of his own.The Gray Fox is a more\nsouthern species than the Red and is rarely found north of the state\nof Maine.Indeed it is said to be not common anywhere in New England.In the southern states, however, it wholly replaces the Red Fox, and,\naccording to Hallock, one of the best authorities on game animals in\nthis country, causes quite as much annoyance to the farmer as does\nthat proverbial and predatory animal, the terror of the hen-roost and\nthe smaller rodents.The Gray Fox is somewhat smaller than the Red and\ndiffers from him in being wholly dark gray \"mixed hoary and black.\"He\nalso differs from his northern cousin in being able to climb trees.Although not much of a runner, when hard pressed by the dog he will\noften ascend the trunk of a leaning tree, or will even climb an erect\none, grasping the trunk in his arms as would a Bear.Nevertheless the\nFox is not at home among the branches, and looks and no doubt feels\nvery much out of place while in this predicament.The ability to climb,\nhowever, often saves him from the hounds, who are thus thrown off the\nscent and Reynard is left to trot home at his leisure.Foxes live in holes of their own making, generally in the loamy soil\nof a side hill, says an old Fox hunter, and the she-Fox bears four or\nfive cubs at a litter.When a fox-hole is discovered by the Farmers\nthey assemble and proceed to dig out the inmates who have lately, very\nlikely, been making havoc among the hen-roosts.An amusing incident,\nhe relates, which came under his observation a few years ago will\nbear relating.A farmer discovered the lair of an old dog Fox by", "question": "What is the bathroom east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The hallway is north of the bedroom.This Fox had\nbeen making large and nightly inroads into the poultry ranks of the\nneighborhood, and had acquired great and unenviable notoriety on that\naccount.The farmer and two companions, armed with spades and hoes,\nand accompanied by the faithful hound, started to dig out the Fox.The\nhole was situated on the sandy <DW72> of a hill, and after a laborious\nand continued digging of four hours, Reynard was unearthed and he and\nRep, the dog, were soon engaged in deadly strife.The excitement had\nwaxed hot, and dog, men, and Fox were all struggling in a promiscuous\nmelee.Soon a burly farmer watching his chance strikes wildly with his\nhoe-handle for Reynard's head, which is scarcely distinguishable in the\nmaze of legs and bodies.a sudden movement\nof the hairy mass brings the fierce stroke upon the faithful dog, who\nwith a wild howl relaxes his grasp and rolls with bruised and bleeding\nhead, faint and powerless on the hillside.Reynard takes advantage of\nthe turn affairs have assumed, and before the gun, which had been laid\naside on the grass some hours before, can be reached he disappears over\nthe crest of the hill.Hallock says that an old she-Fox with young, to supply them with food,\nwill soon deplete the hen-roost and destroy both old and great numbers\nof very young chickens.They generally travel by night, follow regular\nruns, and are exceedingly shy of any invention for their capture, and\nthe use of traps is almost futile.If caught in a trap, they will gnaw\noff the captured foot and escape, in which respect they fully support\ntheir ancient reputation for cunning.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.Copyright by\n                 Nature Study Pub.RURAL BIRD LIFE IN INDIA.--\"Nothing gives more delight,\" writes Mr.Caine, \"in traveling through rural India than the bird-life that\nabounds everywhere; absolutely unmolested, they are as tame as a\npoultry yard, making the country one vast aviary.Yellow-beaked Minas,\nRing-doves, Jays, Hoopoes, and Parrots take dust baths with the merry\nPalm-squirrel in the roadway, hardly troubling themselves to hop out\nof the way of the heavy bull-carts; every wayside pond and lake is\nalive with Ducks, Wild Geese, Flamingoes, Pelicans, and waders of every\nsize and sort, from dainty red-legged beauties the size of Pigeons up\nto the great unwieldy Cranes and Adjutants five feet high.We pass a\ndead Sheep with two loathsome vultures picking over the carcass, and\npresently a brood of fluffy young Partridges with father and mother in\ncharge look at us fearlessly within ten feet of our whirling carriage.Every village has its flock of sacred Peacocks pacing gravely through\nthe surrounding gardens and fields, and Woodpeckers and Kingfishers\nflash about like jewels in the blazing sunlight.\"----\n\nWARNING COLORS.--Very", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "He concludes\nthat there is a general appetite for Butterflies among insectivorous\nbirds, though they are rarely seen when wild to attack them; also that\nmany, probably most birds, dislike, if not intensely, at any rate\nin comparison with other Butterflies, those of the Danais genus and\nthree other kinds, including a species of Papilio, which is the most\ndistasteful.The mimics of these Butterflies are relatively palatable.The bedroom is east of the office.He found that each bird has to separately acquire its experience with\nbad-tasting Butterflies, but well remembers what it learns.He also\nexperimented with Lizards, and noticed that, unlike the birds, they ate\nthe nauseous as well as other Butterflies.The garden is west of the office.----\n\nINCREASE IN ZOOLOGICAL PRESERVES IN THE UNITED STATES--The\nestablishment of the National Zoological Park, Washington, has led\nto the formation of many other zoological preserves in the United\nStates.In the western part of New Hampshire is an area of 26,000\nacres, established by the late Austin Corbin, and containing 74 Bison,\n200 Moose, 1,500 Elk, 1,700 Deer of different species, and 150 Wild\nBoar, all of which are rapidly multiplying.In the Adirondacks, a\npreserve of 9,000 acres has been stocked with Elk, Virginia Deer,\nMuledeer, Rabbits, and Pheasants.The same animals are preserved by W.\nC. Whitney on an estate of 1,000 acres in the Berkshire Hills, near\nLenox, Mass., where also he keeps Bison and Antelope.Other preserves\nare Nehasane Park, in the Adirondacks, 8,000 acres; Tranquillity Park,\nnear Allamuchy, N. J., 4,000 acres; the Alling preserve, near Tacoma,\nWashington, 5,000 acres; North Lodge, near St.Paul, Minn., 400 acres;\nand Furlough Lodge, in the Catskills, N. Y., 600 acres.----\n\nROBINS ABUNDANT--Not for many years have these birds been so numerous\nas during 1898.You fancy that you are not\nself-centred because you are too shy, yes, and too vain to probe the\nhidden recesses of your heart.You imagine that you are unselfish\nbecause you make daily sacrifices to your own ideal of conduct.But of\nthat utter forgetfulness of self, of that complete merging and\nsubmerging of your identity in another's, you have never had even the\nvaguest conception.When you married me, it never occurred to you that I\nhad the right to demand both love and comprehension.You, the idealist,\nexpected me to be satisfied with the material advantages you offered;\nbut I, the degraded creature you take me to be, had I known the truth,\nwould never have consented to sell my birthright for a mess of pottage.\"\"That sounds all very fine, and I confess I may not have been a perfect\nhusband, but after all, what would you have done, I should like to know,\nif I had not married you?\"I", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "I would even have starved, before abandoning the\nhope that some day I should find the man who was destined for me.When I\nat last realised that you did not love me, you cannot imagine my\ndespair.I consumed myself in futile efforts to please you, but the very\nintensity of my love prevented me from exercising those arts and\nartifices which might have brought you to my feet.My emotion in your\npresence was so great that it sealed my lips and made you find me a dull\ncompanion.\"You know very well that it was not that which\nalienated me from you.When I married you, I may not have been what is\ncalled in love with you, but I was certainly fond of you, and if you had\nbehaved yourself, I should no doubt in time have become more closely\nunited to you.You talk of 'consuming' yourself to please me.But you chose a\nstrange means of gaining my affections when you took to disgracing\nyourself both privately and publicly.\"The passionate resentment which had transfigured her slowly faded from\nAmy's face, leaving it drawn and old; her voice, when she spoke, sounded\ninfinitely weary.\"When I knew for a certainty that a lukewarm affection was all you would\never feel for me, I lost hope, and in losing hope, I lost my foothold on\nlife.I wanted to die--I determined to die.Time and time again, I\npressed your pistol to my forehead, but something stronger than my will\nalways prevented me from pulling the trigger; and finally I sought\nforgetfulness in drink, because I had not the courage to find it in\ndeath.At first I tried to hide my condition from you, but there came a\nmoment when the sight of your bland self-satisfaction became unbearable,\nwhen your absolute unconsciousness of the havoc you had made of my life\nmaddened me.Oh, not as I had suffered, you are\nnot capable of that; but at any rate I could hurt your vanity and deal a\ndeath-blow to your pride!You had disgraced me when you tricked me into\ngiving myself to a man who did not love me; I determined to disgrace you\nby reeling through the public streets.she cried\nwith indescribable bitterness.\"When I saw you grow pale with anger,\nwhen I saw you tremble with shame, I suppose you fancy that I must, at\ntimes, have suffered from remorse and humiliation?I swear that never\nfor a moment have I regretted the course I chose.I am ashamed of\nnothing except that I lacked the courage to kill myself.How I welcomed the gradual deadening of my senses, the dulling of my\nfevered brain!When I awoke from my long torpor and found myself at\nCharleroi, I cursed the doctor who had brought me back to life.The bathroom is north of the bedroom.The bedroom is north of the kitchen.The thought of you haunted me day and\nnight, while a raging thirst racked my body, and from this twofold\ntorture the constant supervision of the nurses prevented me from\nobtaining even a temporary respite.For a moment Cyril felt a wave of pity sweep over him, but suddenly he\nstiffened.\"You forget to mention that", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Had I found that, I should not be here!I admit, however,\nthat when I first noticed that M. de Brissac was attracted by me, I was\nmildly pleased.It was a solace to my wounded vanity to find that some\none still found me desirable.But I swear that it never even occurred to\nme to give myself to him, till the doctor told me that you were coming\nto take me away with you.Subject myself anew to your\nindifference--your contempt?So I took the only means of escaping\nfrom you which offered itself.The bedroom is east of the office.And I am glad, glad that I flung myself\ninto the mire, for by defiling love, I killed it.I am at last free from\nthe obsession which has been the torment of my life.Neither you nor any\nother man will again fire my imagination or stir my senses.I am dead,\nbut I am also free--free!\"As she spoke the last words her expression was so exalted that Cyril was\nforced to grant her his grudging admiration.As she stood before him,\nshe seemed more a spirit than a woman; she seemed the incarnation of\nlife, of love, of the very fundamentals of existence.She was really an\nextraordinary woman; why did he not love her, he asked himself.But even\nas this flashed through his mind the memory of his long martyrdom\nobtruded itself.He saw her again not as she appeared then, but as the\ncentral figure in a succession of loathsome scenes.\"Your attempt to justify yourself may impose on others, but not on me.What you term love is\nnothing but an abnormal craving, which no healthy-minded man with his\nwork in life to do could have possibly satisfied.Our code, however, is\ntoo different for me to discuss the matter with you.And so, if you have\nquite finished expatiating on my shortcomings, would you kindly tell me\nto what I owe the honour of your visit?\"She turned abruptly from him and leaned for a minute against the\nmantelpiece; then, sinking into a chair, she took a cigarette from a box\nwhich lay on the table near her and proceeded to light it with apparent\nunconcern.Cyril, however, noticed that her hand trembled violently.After inhaling a few puffs, she threw her head back and looked at him\ntauntingly from between her narrowed lids.The office is east of the bathroom.\"Because, my dear Cyril, I read in yesterday's paper that your wife had\nbeen your companion on your ill-timed journey from Paris.So I thought\nit would be rather amusing to run over and find out a few particulars as\nto the young person who is masquerading under my name.\"She had caught Cyril completely off his guard and he felt for a moment\nincapable of parrying her attack.--Your correspondent F. E. M. will find\nthe word _Malentour_, or _Malaentour_, given in Edmondson's _Complete\nBody of Heraldry_ as the motto of the family of Patten alias Wansfleet\n(_sic_) of Newington, Middlesex: it is said to be borne on a scroll over\nthe crest", "question": "What is the bathroom west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "In the \"Book of Mottoes\" the motto ascribed to the name of Patten is\n_Mal au Tour_, and the double meaning is suggested, \"Misfortune to the\nTower,\" and \"Unskilled in artifice.\"The arms that accompany it in Edmondson are nearly the same as those of\nWilliam Pattyn alias Waynflete, Bishop of Winchester and Lord Chancellor\ntemp.VI.--the founder of Magdalen College, Oxford._The Bellman and his History_ (Vol.).--Since my\nformer communication on this subject I have been referred to the cut of\nthe Bellman and his _Dog_ in Collier's _Roxburghe Ballads_, p.59.,\ntaken from the first edition of Dekker's _Belman of London_, printed in\n1608.\"_Geographers on Afric's Downs_\" (Vol.).--Is your\ncorrespondent A. S. correct in his quotation?In a poem of Swift's, \"On\nPoetry, a Rhapsody,\" are these lines:--\n\n      \"So geographers, in Afric maps\n      With savage pictures fill their gaps,\n      And o'er unhabitable downs\n      Place elephants for want of towns.\"_Swift's Works, with Notes by Dr.Hawksworth_, 1767,\n      vol.\"_Trepidation talk'd_\" (Vol.).--The words attributed to\nMilton are--\n\n      \"That crystalline sphere whose balance weighs\n      The trepidation talk'd, and that first moved.\"Paterson's comment, quoted by your correspondent, is exquisite: he\nevidently thinks there were two trepidations, one _talked_, the other\n_first moved_.The garden is south of the hallway.The bedroom is north of the hallway.The _trepidation_ (not a tremulous, but a turning or oscillating motion)\nis a well-known hypothesis added by the Arab astronomers to Ptolemy, in\nexplanation of the precession of the equinoxes.This precession they\nimagined would continue retrograde for a long period, after which it\nwould be direct for another long period, then retrograde again, and so\non.They, or their European followers, I forget which, invented the\n_crystal_ heaven, an apparatus outside of the _starry_ heaven (these\ncast-off phrases of astronomy have entered into the service of poetry,\nand the _empyreal_ heaven with them), to cause this slow turning, or\ntrepidation, in the starry heaven.Some used _two_ crystal heavens, and\nI suspect that Paterson, having some confused idea of this, fancied he\nfound them both in Milton's text.I need not say that your correspondent\nis quite right in referring the words _first moved_ to the _primum\nmobile_.Again, _balance_ in Milton never _weighs_.Where he says of Satan's army (i.),\n\n          \"In even balance down they light\n      On the", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The direct motion of the crystal heaven,\nfollowing and compensating the retrograde one, is the \"balance\" which\n\"_was_ the trepidation _called_;\" and this I suspect to be the true\nreading.The past tense would be quite accurate, for all the Ptolemaists\nof Milton's time had abandoned the _trepidation_.As the text stands it\nis nonsense; even if Milton did _dictate_ it, we know that he never\n_saw_ it; and there are several passages of which the obscurity may be\ndue to his having had to rely on others._Registry of Dissenting Baptisms in Churches_ (Vol.).--I\nforward extracts from the Registers of the parish of Saint Benedict in\nthis town relating to the baptism of Dissenters.The garden is east of the bedroom.Hussey, mentioned\nin several of the entries, was Joseph Hussey, minister of a Dissenting\ncongregation here from 1691 to 1720.His meeting-house on Hog Hill (now\nSt.Andrew's Hill) in this town was pillaged by a Jacobite mob, 29th\nMay, 1716.He died in London in 1726, and was the author of several\nworks, which are now very scarce.)William the Son of Richard Jardine and\n  Elisabeth his Wife was baptiz'd in a Private Congregation by Mr.Hussey in ye name of the Father the Son and the Holy Ghost.\"Witnesses, Robert Wilson, Richard Jardine.Henery the Son of John and Sarah Shipp was baptized in a\n  Private Congregation by Mr.Elisabeth the\n  Daughter of Richard and Elisabeth Jardine was born ye twenty-first\n  day of January and baptized the second day of February 1698/99 in\n  a Private Congregation.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.Walter the Son of Richard and Elisabeth Jardine born July\n  23 and said to be baptized in a Separate Congregation by Mr.Elisabeth Daughter of Richard Jardine and Elisabeth his\n  wife born October 7. and said to be baptized at a Private\n  Congregation Novemb.Miram the Son of Thomas Short and Mary his Wife\n  said to be baptized at a Separate Congregation.Jane the Daughter\n  of Richard Jardine and Elizabeth his Wife said to be baptized at a\n  Separate Congregation Dec.John the Son of Alexander Jardine and Elisabeth his Wife\n  said to be baptized at a Separate Congregation, Mar.Alexander the Son of Alexander Jardine and... his Wife was\n  as 'tis said baptized in a Separate Congregation July 1705.John the Son of Alexander Jardine and Elisabeth his Wife\n  said to be baptized at a Private Congregation Dec.Jardine was\n  said to be baptized in Separate Congregation.John ye Son of Bryan and Sarah Ellis was said to\n  have been baptized in Separate Congregation.ye Son of Alexander and Elisa Jardine was\n    said to be baptiz'd in a Separate Congregation.\"I have no recollection of having met with similar entries in any other\nParish Register.).--I think", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "While the eggs of some birds are so constant in their\nmarkings that to see one is to know all, others--at the head of which we\nmay place the sparrow, the gull tribe, the thrush, and the\nblackbird--are as remarkable for the curious variety of their markings,\nand even of the shades of their colouring.And every schoolboy's\ncollection will show that these distinctions will occur in the same\nnest.But the I\nStreet home was again invaded by small-pox.Captain Fox, having been\nappointed to a government clerkship, was boarding with them, when he\ncame down with varioloid.Hall\u2019s sister, on a visit to\nWashington, caught the small-pox from him.However, she recovered\nwithout spreading the disease.In May, 1864, they rented rooms in a house on the heights north of the\ncity.Crandle, was a Southern sympathizer; but\nwhen General Jubal A. Early threatened the city he was greatly alarmed.On the morning of July 12 firing was heard north of the city.Crandle,\nwith a clergyman friend, had been out very early reconnoitering, and\nthey appeared with two young turkeys, stolen somewhere in anticipation\nof the sacking of the city.The kitchen is south of the bathroom.For the Confederates were coming, and the\nhouse, owned as it was by a United States officer, would surely be\nburned.A hiding place for the family had been found in the Rock Creek\nvalley.Hall went to his work that morning as usual; but he did not return.The garden is north of the bathroom.Hall, who was soon to give birth to another son, took little Asaph\nand went in search of her husband.He was not at the observatory, but\nthe following note explained his absence:\n\n                                                          July 12, 1864.DEAR ANGIE: I am going out to Fort Lincoln.Don\u2019t know how long I\n    shall stay.Keep\n    cool and take good care of little A.\n\n            Yours truly,\n\n                A. HALL.Hall was put in command\nof workmen from the Navy Yard, who manned an intrenchment near Fort\nLincoln.Many of the men were foreigners, and some of them did not know\nhow to load a gun.Had the Confederates charged upon them they might\nhave been slaughtered like sheep.But in a day or two Union troops\narrived in sufficient force to drive Early away.Before the summer was over, the Halls moved to a house in Georgetown, on\nthe corner of West and Montgomery Streets.It was an old-fashioned brick\nhouse, with a pleasant yard fenced by iron pickets.These were made of\nold gun barrels, and gave the place the name of \u201cGunbarrel Corner.\u201d\nHere, on the 28th of September", "question": "What is the bathroom south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "And here the family lived for three years, renting rooms to\nvarious friends and relatives.Charles Kennon, whose soldier husband lost his life in the Red River\nexpedition, leaving her with three noble little sons.Kennon and the\nHalls had been neighbors in Cambridge, where he studied at the Harvard\nDivinity School.Hall had objected to having a home in Washington,\nand had looked to New England as a fitter place for his family to live;\nbut his wife would not be separated from him.The curse of war was upon\nthe city.Crowded with sick and wounded soldiers, idle officers and\nimmoral women, it was scourged by disease.Forty cases of small-pox were\nat one time reported within half a mile of the place where Mr.But people had become so reckless as to attend a ball at a\nsmall-pox hospital.Most of the native population were Southern\nsympathizers, and some of the women were very bitter.They hated all\nYankees\u2014people who had lived upon saw-dust, and who came to Washington\nto take the Government offices away from Southern gentlemen.As Union\nsoldiers were carried, sick and wounded, to the hospital, these women\nwould laugh and jeer at them.But there were people in Washington who were making history.Hall saw Grant\u2014short, thin, and stoop-shouldered, dressed in his\nuniform, a slouch hat pulled over his brow\u2014on his way to take command of\nthe Army of the Potomac.That venerable patriot John Pierpont, whom she\nhad seen and admired at McGrawville, became attached to Mrs.Hall, and\nused to dine at her house.She took her little boy to one of Lincoln\u2019s\nreceptions, and one night Lincoln and Secretary Stanton made a visit to\nthe Naval Observatory, where Mr.Hall showed them some objects through\nhis telescope.At the Cambridge Observatory the Prince of Wales had once\nappeared, but on that occasion the young astronomer was made to feel\nless than nobody.The bedroom is west of the bathroom.Now the great War President, who signed his commission\nin the United States Navy, talked with him face to face.One night soon\nafterward, when alone in the observing tower, he heard a knock at the\ntrap door.He leisurely completed his observation, then went to lift the\ndoor, when up through the floor the tall President raised his head.The office is east of the bathroom.Lincoln had come unattended through the dark streets to inquire why the\nmoon had appeared inverted in the telescope.Surveyors\u2019 instruments,\nwhich he had once used, show objects in their true position.At length the war was over, and the Army of the Potomac and Sherman\u2019s\nArmy passed in review through the city.Hall was one of those who\nwitnessed these glorious spectacles\u2014rank after rank, regiment after\nregiment of seasoned veterans, their battle-flags torn and begrimed,\ntheir uniforms shabby enough but their arms burnished and glistening,\nthe finest soldiers in the world!Among the officers was General\nOsborne, an old Jefferson County acquaintance.Among all the noble men of those heroic times, I, for my part, like to\nthink of old", "question": "What is the bathroom west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Whether this predilection is due to prenatal causes,\nsome Oliver Wendell Holmes may decide.Certain it is that I was born in\nSeptember, 1868, and in the preceding April my mother wrote:\n\n          O dear anemone, and violet fair,\n            Beloved hepatica, arbutus sweet!Two years ago I twined your graces rare,\n            And laid the garland at the poet\u2019s feet.The grand old poet on whose brow the snow\n            Of eighty winters lay in purest white,\n          But in whose heart was held the added glow\n            Of eighty summers full of warmth and light.Like some fair tree within the tropic clime\n            In whose green boughs the spring and autumn meet,\n          Where wreaths of bloom around the ripe fruits twine,\n            And promise with fulfilment stands complete,\n\n          So twined around the ripeness of his thought\n            An ever-springing verdure and perfume,\n          All his rich fullness from October caught\n            And all her freshness from the heart of June.But last year when the sweet wild flowers awoke\n            And opened their dear petals to the sun,\n          He was not here, but every flow\u2019ret spoke\n            An odorous breath of him the missing one.Instead of the camels of the \"Bey of the Camp\" carrying\nwater from Tunis to the Jereed, the railway would take from Zazwan, the\nbest and most delicious water in the Regency, to the dry deserts of the\nJereed, with the greatest facility.The bedroom is south of the hallway.As to railways paying in this\ncountry, the resources of Tunis, if developed, could pay anything.Marching onwards about eighteen miles, we encamped two or three beyond\nan old place called Sidi-Ben-Habeeba.A man murdered a woman from\njealousy in the camp, but made his escape.The kitchen is north of the hallway.Almost every eminence we\npassed was occupied with the remains of some ancient fort, or temple.There was a good deal of corn in small detached patches, but it must be\nremembered, the north-western provinces are the corn-districts.In the course of the following three days, we reached Sidi-Mahammedeah,\nwhere are the magnificent remains of Udina.After about an hour's halt,\nand when all the tents had been comfortably pitched, the Bey astonished\nus with an order to continue our march, and we pursued our way to\nMomakeeah, about thirty miles", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "We passed, for some three or four hours, through a flight of locusts,\nthe air being darkened, and the ground loaded with them.At a little\ndistance, a flight of locusts has the appearance of a heavy snow-storm.These insects rarely visit the capital; but, since the appearance of\nthose near Momakeeah, they have been collected in the neighbourhood of\nthe city, cooked, and sold among the people.Momakeeah is a countryhouse\nbelonging to the Bey, to whom, also, belongs a great portion of the land\naround.There is a large garden, laid out in the Italian style attached\nto this country-seat.On arriving at Tunis, we called at the Bardo as we passed, and saw the\nguard mounting.There was rather a fine band of military music; Moorish\nmusicians, but playing, after the European style, Italian and Moorish\nairs.We must give here some account of our Boab's domestic concerns.He\nboasted that he had had twenty-seven wives, his religion allowing four\nat once, which he had bad several times; he was himself of somewhat\nadvanced years.According to him, if a man quarrels with his wife, he\ncan put her in prison, but must, at the same time, support her.A\ncertain quantity of provision is laid down by law, and he must give her\ntwo suits, or changes, of clothes a year.But he must also visit her\nonce a week, and the day fixed is Friday.If the wife wishes to be\nseparated, and to return to her parents, she must first pay the money\nwhich he may demand, and must also have his permission, although he\nhimself may send her to her parents whenever he chooses, without\nassigning any reason.The hallway is east of the garden.He retains the children, and he may marry again.The woman is generally expected to bring her husband a considerable sum\nin the way of dowry, but, on separation, she gets nothing back.This was\nthe Boab's account, but I think he has overdone the harshness and\ninjustice of the Mohammedan law of marriage in relating it to our\ntourists.It may be observed that the strict law is rarely acted upon,\nand many respectable Moors have told me that they have but one wife, and\nfind that quite enough.The kitchen is west of the garden.It is true that many Moors, especially learned\nmen, divorce their wives when they get old, feeling the women an\nembarrassment to them, and no wonder, when we consider these poor\ncreatures have no education, and, in their old age, neither afford\nconnubial pleasure nor society to their husbands.With respect to\ndivorce, a woman can demand by law and right to be separated from her\nhusband, or divorced, whenever he ill-treats her, or estranges himself\nfrom her.Eunuchs, who have the charge of the women, are allowed to\nmarry, although they cannot have any family.The chief eunuch of the\nBardo has the most revolting countenance.Our tourists brought home a variety of curious Jereed things: small\ndate-baskets full of dates, woollen", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Sidi Mohammed also made them many handsome presents.Some deer, Jereed goats, an ostrich, &c., were sent to Mr.R. after his\nreturn, and both Captain B. and Mr.The garden is south of the hallway.R. have had every reason to be\nextremely gratified with the hospitality and kind attentions of the \"Bey\nof the Camp.\"It is very difficult to ascertain the amount of tribute collected in the\nJereed, some of which, however, was not got in, owing to various\nimpediments.Our tourists say generally:--\n\n  Camel-loads.[40]\n  Money, dollars, and piastres, (chiefly I\n  imagine, the latter.)23\n\n  Burnouses, blankets, and quilts, &c.6\n\n  Dates (these were collected at Toser,\n    and brought from Nefta and the surrounding\n    districts)                                     500\n                                                  ----\n                 Total                             529\n\n  It is impossible, with this statement\n    before us, to make out any exact\n    calculation of the amount of tribute.The office is south of the garden.A cantar of dates varies from fifteen\n    to twenty-five shillings, say on an\n    average a pound sterling; this will\n    make the amount of the 500 camel-loads\n    at five cantars per load                    L2,500\n\n  Six camel-loads of woollen manufactures,\n    &c., at sixty pound per load, value            360\n                                                ------\n                   Total                        L2,860\n\nThe money, chiefly piastres, must be left to conjecture.Levy, a large merchant at Tunis, thinks the amount might be from 150 to\n200,000 piastres, or, taking the largest sum, L6,250 sterling:\n\n  Total amount of the tribute of the Jereed:\n  in goods                                      L2,860", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "*       *       *       *       *\n\nBefore leaving Mogador, in company with Mr.Willshire, I saw his\nExcellency, the Governor again, when I took formal leave of him.He\naccompanied me down to the port with several of the authorities, waiting\nuntil I embarked for the Renshaw schooner.Several of the Consuls, and\nnearly all the Europeans, were also present.On the whole, I was\nsatisfied with the civilities of the Moorish authorities, and offer my\ncordial thanks to the Europeans of Mogador for their attentions during\nmy residence in that city.A little circumstance shews the subjection of our merchants, the Consul\nnot excepted, to the Moorish Government.One of the merchants wished to\naccompany me on board, but was not permitted, on account of his\nengagements with the Sultan.The Duchess lived\nto see the overthrow of Louis Philippe, the usurper of the inheritance of\nher family.Her last attempt to exert herself was a characteristic one.She tried to rise from a sick-bed in order to attend the memorial service\nheld for her mother, Marie Antoinette, on the 16th October, the\nanniversary of her execution.But her strength was not equal to the task;\non the 19th she expired, with her hand in that of the Comte de Chambord,\nand on 28th October, 1851, Marie Therese Charlotte, Duchesse d'Angouleme,\nwas buried in the Franciscan convent.\"In the spring of 1814 a ceremony took place in Paris at which I was\npresent because there was nothing in it that could be mortifying to a\nFrench heart.had long been admitted to be one of\nthe most serious misfortunes of the Revolution.The Emperor Napoleon\nnever spoke of that sovereign but in terms of the highest respect, and\nalways prefixed the epithet unfortunate to his name.The ceremony to\nwhich I allude was proposed by the Emperor of Russia and the King of\nPrussia.It consisted of a kind of expiation and purification of the spot\non which Louis XVI.The kitchen is south of the office.I went to see the\nceremony, and I had a place at a window in the Hotel of Madame de Remusat,\nnext to the Hotel de Crillon, and what was termed the Hotel de Courlande.\"The expiation took place on the 10th of April.The weather was extremely\nfine and warm for the season.The Emperor of Russia and King of Prussia,\naccompanied by Prince Schwartzenberg, took their station at the entrance\nof the Rue Royale; the King of Prussia being on the right of the Emperor\nAlexander, and Prince Schwartzenberg on his left.There was a long\nparade, during which the Russian, Prussian and Austrian military bands\nvied with each other in playing the air, 'Vive Henri IV.!'The cavalry\ndefiled past, and then withdrew into the Champs Elysees; but the infantry\nranged themselves round an altar which was raised in the middle of the\nPlace,The office is south of the hallway.", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The Emperor of Russia alighted from his horse, and, followed by\nthe King of Prussia, the Grand Duke Constantine, Lord Cathcart, and Prince\nSchwartzenberg, advanced to the altar.When the Emperor had nearly\nreached the altar the \"Te Deum\" commenced.The hallway is south of the office.At the moment of the\nbenediction, the sovereigns and persons who accompanied them, as well as\nthe twenty-five thousand troops who covered the Place, all knelt down.The Greek priest presented the cross to the Emperor Alexander, who kissed\nit; his example was followed by the individuals who accompanied him,\nthough they were not of the Greek faith.On rising, the Grand Duke\nConstantine took off his hat, and immediately salvoes of artillery were\nheard.\"The following titles have the signification given below during the period\ncovered by this work:\n\nMONSEIGNEUR........... The Dauphin.MONSIEUR.............. The eldest brother of the King, Comte de Provence,\nafterwards Louis XVIII.MONSIEUR LE PRINCE.... The Prince de Conde, head of the House of Conde.The garden is north of the office.MONSIEUR LE DUC....... The Duc de Bourbon, the eldest son of the Prince de\nCondo (and the father of the Duc d'Enghien shot by Napoleon).MONSIEUR LE GRAND..... The Grand Equerry under the ancien regime.MONSIEUR LE PREMIER... The First Equerry under the ancien regime.ENFANS DE FRANCE...... The royal children.MADAME & MESDAMES..... Sisters or daughters of the King, or Princesses\nnear the Throne (sometimes used also for the wife of Monsieur, the eldest\nbrother of the King, the Princesses Adelaide, Victoire, Sophie, Louise,\ndaughters of Louis XV., and aunts of Louis XVI.)MADAME ELISABETH...... The Princesse Elisabeth, sister of Louis XVI.MADAME ROYALE......... The Princesse Marie Therese, daughter of Louis\nXVI., afterwards Duchesse d'Angouleme.MADEMOISELLE.......... The daughter of Monsieur, the brother of the King.I have\ntasted too severely of the lashes of man, to take any great\nsatisfaction in any thing but doing my duty.\"[39] In his devout and\nmagnificent Essay on the Sun, he says, \"'tis admirable that this planet\nshould, through so many ages of the world, maintain an uninterrupted\ncourse, that in so many thousands of revolving years, it should retain\nthe same light, heat, and vigour, and every morning renew its wonted\nalacrity, and dart its cherishing beams on these dull and gloomy scenes\nof melancholy and misery, and yet that so few of us rightly consider its\npower, or are thankful to Divine Omnipotence for it.The great Roscommon\n(not greater than good) speaks of it with divine transport, and exhorts\nmankind to admire it, from the benefits and celestial beams it displays\non the world:--\n\n   Great eye of all, whose glorious ray", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"[40]\n\nSwitzer (as appears from the Preface to his Iconologia) was so struck\nwith the business and pleasures of a country life, that he collected, or\nmeant to collect, whatever he could respecting this subject, scattered\nup and down as they were in loose irregular papers and books; but this\nwork, we regret to say, never made its appearance.That he would have\ndone this well, may be guessed at from so many of his pages recording\nwhat he calls \"the eternal duration\" of Virgil's works, or those of \"the\nnoble and majestic\" Milton:--\n\n   Flowers worthy of Paradise, which no nice art\n   In beds, and curious knots, but nature boon\n   Pour'd forth profuse on hill, and dale, and plain.Though prim regularity, and \"parterres embroidered like a petticoat,\"\nwere in his time in high vogue, yet his pages shew his enlarged views on\nthis subject, and the magnificent ideas he had formed, by surrounding\nthem by rural enclosures, (probably by reading Mr.Addison), perfumed\nwith blossoms, and bespangled with the rich tufts of nature.Nothing, he\nsays, is now so much wanted to complete the grandeur of the British\nnation, as noble and magnificent gardens, statues, and water-works; long\nextended shady walks, and groves, and the adjacent country laid open to\nview, and not bounded by high walls.The pleasant fields, and paddocks,\nin all the beautiful attire of nature, would then appear to be a part of\nit, and look as if the adjacent country were all a garden.The office is south of the kitchen.Walls take\naway the rural aspect of any seat; wood, water, and such like, being the\nnoble and magnificent decorations of a country villa.Switzer calls\nwater the spirit and most enchanting beauty of nature.He is so struck\nwith \"the beautifulness and nobleness of terrace walks,\" and\nparticularly with that truly magnificent and noble one, belonging to the\nRight Honourable the Earl of Nottingham, at _Burleigh-on-the-Hill_, that\n\"for my own part I must confess, that that design creates an idea in my\nmind greater than I am well able to express.\"In his chapter of \"Woods\nand Groves,\" he enforces \"a particular regard to large old oaks, beech,\nand such like trees; in which case, one would as soon fire one's house,\nas cut them down, since it is the work of so many years, I may say ages,\nto rear them; those ancient trees which our forefathers had all along\npreserved with much care.\"[41] In some of the romantic embellishments\nwhich he proposed in the midst of a grove, or coppice, he hints at\nhaving \"little gardens, with caves, little natural cascades and grotts\nof water, with seats, and arbors of honeysuckles and jessamine, and, in\nshort, with all the varieties that nature and art can furnish.\"He\nadvises \"little walks and paths running throughThe garden is north of the kitchen.", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The bedroom is east of the hallway.And again, \"these hedge-rows mixed with primroses, violets, and\nsuch natural sweet and pleasant flowers; the walks that thus lead\nthrough them, will afford as much pleasure, nay, more so, than the\nlargest walk in the most magnificent and elaborate fine garden.\"[42] He\nconcludes his interesting Chapter of Woods and Coppices, with these\nlines of Tickell:--\n\n   Sweet solitude!when life's gay hours are past,\n   Howe'er we range, in thee we fix at last:\n   Tost thro' tempestuous seas, the voyage o'er,\n   Pale we look back, and bless the friendly shore.Our own strict judges, our past life we scan,\n   And ask if glory have enlarg'd the span.If bright the prospect, we the grave defy,\n   Trust future ages, and contented die.The following appear to have been his works:--\n\n     1.The Nobleman, Gentleman, and Gardener's Recreation; or an\n     Introduction to Gardening, Planting, Agriculture, and the other\n     Business and Pleasures of a Country Life.By Stephen Switzer; 1715,\n     8vo.The year afterwards, it was\n     published with the following title:--\n\n     2.Icknographia Rustica; or, the Nobleman, Gentleman, and\n     Gardener's Recreation: containing Directions for the general\n     Distribution of a Country Seat into rural and extensive Gardens,\n     Parks, Paddocks, &c.; and a General System of Agriculture;\n     illustrated by a great variety of Copperplates, done by the first\n     hands, _from the Author's Drawings_.By Stephen Switzer, Gardener:\n     several years Servant to Mr.A Compendious Method for Raising Italian Brocoli, Cardoon,\n     Celeriac, and other Foreign Kitchen Vegetables; as also an Account\n     of Lucerne, St.Foyne, Clover, and other Grass Seeds, with the\n     Method of Burning of Clay; 8vo.[43]\n\n     4.An Introduction to a General System of Hydrostaticks and\n     Hydraulicks, wherein the most advantageous Methods of Watering\n     Noblemen's and Gentlemen's Seats, Buildings, Gardens, &c. are laid\n     down.With Sixty Copper Cuts of Rural and Grotesque Designs for\n     Reservoirs, Cataracts, Cascades, Fountains, &c.; 2 vols.[44]\n\n     5.A Dissertation on the True Cythesus of the Ancients; 8vo.1731;\n     1s.The kitchen is west of the hallway.At the end, he gives a Catalogue of\n     the Seeds, &c. sold by him at the Flower-pot, _over against the", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The kitchen is east of the bedroom.[45]\n\n     6.Country Gentleman's Companion, or Ancient Husbandry Restored,\n     and Modern Husbandry Improved; 8vo.\"It is the only one I could find, sir.It was in the pocket of the dress\nMrs.The other must be lying around somewhere,\nbut I haven't had time to find it.Scarcely noticing at the time with what deep significance he spoke, I\nopened the letter.It was the smaller of the two I had seen her draw\nunder her shawl the day before at the post-office, and read as follows:\n\n\n    \"DEAR, DEAR FRIEND:\n\n    \"I am in awful trouble.I cannot\n    explain, I can only make one prayer.Destroy what you have,\n    to-day, instantly, without question or hesitation.The consent\n    of any one else has nothing to do with it.I am\n    lost if you refuse.Do then what I ask, and save\n\n    \"ONE WHO LOVES YOU.\"Belden; there was no signature or date,\nonly the postmark New York; but I knew the handwriting.came in the dry tones which Q seemed to think fit to\nadopt on this occasion.\"And a damning bit of evidence against the one\nwho wrote it, and the woman who received it!\"\"A terrible piece of evidence, indeed,\" said I, \"if I did not happen to\nknow that this letter refers to the destruction of something radically\ndifferent from what you suspect.\"Quite; but we will talk of this hereafter.It is time you sent your\ntelegram, and went for the coroner.\"And with this we parted; he to perform his role and I\nmine.Belden walking the floor below, bewailing her situation,\nand uttering wild sentences as to what the neighbors would say of her;\nwhat the minister would think; what Clara, whoever that was, would do,\nand how she wished she had died before ever she had meddled with the\naffair.Succeeding in calming her after a while, I induced her to sit down and\nlisten to what I had to say.The garden is west of the bedroom.\"You will only injure yourself by this\ndisplay of feeling,\" I remarked, \"besides unfitting yourself for what\nyou will presently be called upon to go through.\"And, laying myself out\nto comfort the unhappy woman, I first explained the necessities of the\ncase, and next inquired if she had no friend upon whom she could call in\nthis emergency.To my great surprise she replied no; that while she had kind neighbors\nand good friends, there was no one upon whom she could call in a case\nlike this, either for assistance or sympathy, and that, unless I would\ntake pity on her, she would have to meet it alone--\"As I have met\neverything,\" she said, \"from Mr.Belden's death to the loss of most of\nmy little savings in a town fire last year.\"I was touched by this,--that she who, in spite of her weakness and\ninconsistencies of character, possessed at least", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Unhesitatingly,\nI offered to do what I could for her, providing she would treat me with\nthe perfect frankness which the case demanded.To my great relief, she\nexpressed not only her willingness, but her strong desire, to tell all\nshe knew.\"I have had enough secrecy for my whole life,\" she said.And indeed I do believe she was so thoroughly frightened, that if a\npolice-officer had come into the house and asked her to reveal secrets\ncompromising the good name of her own son, she would have done so\nwithout cavil or question.\"I feel as if I wanted to take my stand out\non the common, and, in the face of the whole world, declare what I have\ndone for Mary Leavenworth.But first,\" she whispered, \"tell me, for\nGod's sake, how those girls are situated.I have not dared to ask or\nwrite.The bedroom is north of the hallway.The papers say a good deal about Eleanore, but nothing about\nMary; and yet Mary writes of her own peril only, and of the danger she\nwould be in if certain facts were known.I don't want\nto injure them, only to take care of myself.\"Belden,\" I said, \"Eleanore Leavenworth has got into her\npresent difficulty by not telling all that was required of her.Mary\nLeavenworth--but I cannot speak of her till I know what you have to\ndivulge.The bathroom is south of the hallway.Her position, as well as that of her cousin, is too anomalous\nfor either you or me to discuss.What we want to learn from you is, how\nyou became connected with this affair, and what it was that Hannah knew\nwhich caused her to leave New York and take refuge here.\"Belden, clasping and unclasping her hands, met my gaze with one\nfull of the most apprehensive doubt.\"You will never believe me,\" she\ncried; \"but I don't know what Hannah knew.I am in utter ignorance of\nwhat she saw or heard on that fatal night; she never told, and I never\nasked.She merely said that Miss Leavenworth wished me to secrete her\nfor a short time; and I, because I loved Mary Leavenworth and admired\nher beyond any one I ever saw, weakly consented, and----\"\n\n\"Do you mean to say,\" I interrupted, \"that after you knew of the murder,\nyou, at the mere expression of Miss Leavenworth's wishes, continued to\nkeep this girl concealed without asking her any questions or demanding\nany explanations?\"\"Yes, sir; you will never believe me, but it is so.I thought that,\nsince Mary had sent her here, she must have her reasons; and--and--I\ncannot explain it now; it all looks so differently; but I did do as I\nhave said.\"You must have had strong reason for\nobeying Mary Leavenworth so blindly.\"\"Oh, sir,\" she gasped, \"I thought I understood it all; that Mary, the\nbright young creature, who had stooped from her lofty position to make\nuse of me and to love me, was in some way linked to the criminal,", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "I did not reason about it; I only\nfollowed my impulse.I couldn't do otherwise; it isn't my nature.When I\nam requested to do anything for a person I love, I cannot refuse.\"\"And you love Mary Leavenworth; a woman whom you yourself seem to\nconsider capable of a great crime?\"\"Oh, I didn't say that; I don't know as I thought that.She might be in\nsome way connected with it, without being the actual perpetrator.The hallway is west of the kitchen.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.She\ncould never be that; she is too dainty.\"Belden,\" I said, \"what do you know of Mary Leavenworth which makes\neven that supposition possible?\"The white face of the woman before me flushed.\"I scarcely know what to\nreply,\" she cried.\"It is a long story, and----\"\n\n\"Never mind the long story,\" I interrupted.\"Let me hear the one vital\nreason.\"\"Well,\" said she, \"it is this; that Mary was in an emergency from which\nnothing but her uncle's death could release her.\"chronic catarrhal gastritis, 517\n      hepatic colic, 517\n  Prognosis, 518\n  Treatment, 519\n    Removal of sources of irritation, 519\n    Importance of rest, 519\n    Diet, 519-522\n    Use of nutrient enemata, 519\n    Milk, 519\n      peptonized, 520\n    Leube's beef, solution of, 520\n    Beef-juice, freshly-expressed, 521\n    Avoidance of coarse food and fruits, 521\n    Of pain, 524\n    Of vomiting, 524\n    Of hemorrhage, 525\n    Of dyspepsia, 527\n    Of perforation, 527\n    Importance of maintaining nutrition, 527\n    Of anaemia, 528\n    Of sequelae, 528\n    Of convalescence, 529\n    Carlsbad waters, use of, 522\n        method of preparing, 522\n    Use of stomach-tube, 523, 525\n          method of, 523\n      of bismuth, 523, 524\n      of argentum nitratis, 523, 524\n      of opium, 524\n      of codeia, 524\n      of astringents to relieve pain, 524\n      of tr.to relieve pain, 524\n      of counter-irritation, 524\n      of subcutaneous injection of milk, oil, and beef-tea, 525\n      of ice, 525\n      of antiemetics, 525\n      of ingluvin, 525", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "About thirty-five States have given Osteopathy more or less favorable\nlegal recognition.The garden is west of the bedroom.The discussion of the subject of Osteopathy is of very grave importance.Important to practitioners of the old schools of medicine for reasons I\nshall give further on, and of vital importance to the thousands of men and\nwomen who have chosen Osteopathy as their life work.It is even of greater\nimportance in another sense to the people who are called upon to decide\nwhich system is right, and which school they ought to rely upon when their\nlives are at stake.I shall try to speak advisedly and conservatively, as I wish to do no one\ninjustice.I should be sorry indeed to speak a word that might hinder the\ncause of truth and progress.I started out to tell of all that prevents\nthe sway of truth and honesty in therapeutics.I should come far short of\ntelling all if I omitted the inconsistencies of this \"new science\" of\nhealing that dares to assume the responsibility for human life, and makes\nbold to charge that time-tried systems, with their tens of thousands of\npractitioners, are wrong, and that the right remedy, or the best remedy\nfor disease has been unknown through all these years until the coming of\nOsteopathy.And further dares to make the still more serious charge that\nsince the truth has been brought to light, the majority of medical men are\nso blinded by prejudice or ignorance that they _will_ not see.This is not the first time I have spoken about inconsistencies in the\npractice of Osteopathy.I saw so much of it in a leading Osteopathic\ncollege that when I had finished I could not conscientiously proclaim\nmyself as an exponent of a \"complete and well-rounded system of healing,\nadequate for every emergency,\" as Osteopathy is heralded to be by the\njournals published for \"Osteopathic physicians\" to scatter broadcast among\nthe people.I practiced Osteopathy for three years, but only as an\nOsteopathic specialist.I never during that time accepted responsibility\nfor human life when I did not feel sure that I could do as much for the\ncase as any other might do with other means or some other system.Because I practiced as a specialist and would not claim that Osteopathy\nwould cure everything that any other means might cure, I have never been\ncalled a good disciple of the new science by my brethren.I would not\npractice as a grafter, find bones dislocated and \"subluxated,\" and tell\npeople that they must take two or three months' treatment at twenty-five\ndollars per month, to have one or two \"subluxations\" corrected.In\nconsequence I was never overwhelmed by the golden stream of prosperity the\nliterature that made me a convert had assured me would be forthcoming to\nall \"Osteopathic physicians\" of even ordinary ability.As I said, this is not the first time I have spoken of the inconsistencies\nof Osteopathy.While yet in active practice I became so disgusted with\nsome of the shams and pretences that I wrote a long letter to the editor\nof an Osteopathic journal published for the good of the profession.The bathroom is west of the garden.This\neditor", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "He did not publish the letter I wrote, or express his honest sentiments,\nas I had hoped he might.If what I wrote to that editor was the truth, as\nhe acknowledged in private, it is time the public knew something of it.I\nbelieve, also, that many of the large number of Osteopaths who have been\ndiscouraged or disgusted, and quit the practice, will approve what I am\nwriting.There is another class of Osteopathic practitioners who, I\nbelieve, will welcome the truth I have to tell.This consists of the large\nnumber of men and women who are practicing Osteopathy as standing for all\nthat makes up rational physio-therapy.Speaking of those who have quit the practice of Osteopathy, I will say\nthat they are known by the Osteopathic faculties to be a large and growing\nnumber.Yet Osteopathic literature sent to prospective students tells of\nthe small per cent.It may not be\nknown how many fail, but it is known that many have quit.A journey half across one of our Western States disclosed one Osteopath in\nthe meat business, one in the real estate business, one clerking in a\nstore, and two, a blind man and his wife, fairly prosperous Osteopathic\nphysicians.This was along one short line of railroad, and there is no\nreason why it may not be taken as a sample of the percentage of those who\nhave quit in the entire country.I heard three years ago from a bright young man who graduated with honors,\nstarted out with luxurious office rooms in a flourishing city, and was\npointed to as an example of the prosperity that comes to the Osteopath\nfrom the very start.When I heard from him last he was advance\nbill-poster for a cheap show.Another bright classmate was carrying a\nchain for surveyors in California.I received an Osteopathic journal recently containing a list of names,\nabout eight hundred of them, of \"mossbacks,\" as we were politely called.I\nsay \"we,\" for my name was on the list.The journal said these were the\nnames of Osteopaths whose addresses were lost and no communication could\nbe had with them.Just for what, aside\nfrom the annual fee to the American Osteopathic Association, was not\nclear.I do know what the silence of a good many of them meant.The hallway is north of the kitchen.They have quit,\nand do not care to read the abuse that some of the Osteopathic journals\nare continually heaping upon those who do not keep their names on the\n\"Who's Who in Osteopathy\" list.There is a large percentage of failures in other professions, and it is\nnot strange that there should be some in Osteopathy.But when Osteopathic\njournals dwell upon the large chances of success and prosperity for those\nwho choose Osteopathy as a profession, those who might become students\nshould know the other side.The kitchen is north of the bathroom.THE OSTEOPATHIC PROPAGANDA.Wonderful Growth Claimed to Prove Merit--Osteopathy is Rational\n    Physio-Therapy--Growth is in Exact Proportion to Advertising\n    Received--Booklets and Journals for", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Seeking Job as \"Professor\"--The Lure of\n    \"Honored Doctor\" with \"Big Income\"--No Competition.Why has it had such a wonderful growth in\npopularity?\"A consumptive; that is, I did at first.It seemed\nterrible that any one so fine should be condemned like that--and so--I\ndid all I could to help him, to make him happy.I thought he hadn't long\nto live.Everything he said and did was wonderful to me, like poetry and\nmusic.And then when he began to grow stronger and I saw that he was\ngoing to get well, and Cliff went on the rampage and showed the yellow\nstreak, and I gave him back his ring--I didn't know even then how much\nWayland meant to me.But on our trip over the Range I understood.He made Cliff seem like a savage, and I wanted\nhim to know it.I want to make him happy,\nand if he wishes me to be his wife I'll go anywhere he says--only I think\nhe should stay out here till he gets entirely well.\"The old man's eyes softened during her plea, and at its close a slight\nsmile moved the corners of his mouth.\"You've thought it all out, I see.But if he takes you and\nstays in Colorado he can't expect me to share the profits of my business\nwith him, can he?\"However, I'm persuaded he's in good hands.\"She took his hand, not knowing just what to reply.He examined her\nfingers with intent gaze.The hallway is west of the bathroom.\"I didn't know any woman could have such a grip.\"He thoughtfully took\nher biceps in his left hand.Then, in ironical\nprotest, he added: \"Good God, no!I can't have you come into my family.You'd make caricatures of my wife and daughters.Are all the girls out in\nthe valley like you?\"Most of them pride themselves on _not_ being\nhorsewomen.Mighty few of 'em ever ride a horse.I'm a kind of a tomboy\nto them.\"I suppose they'd all\nlike to live in the city and wear low-necked gowns and high-heeled shoes.The garden is east of the bathroom.No, I can't consent to your marriage with my son.I can see already signs of your\ndeterioration.Except for your color and that grip you already look like\nupper Broadway.The next thing will be a slit skirt and a diamond\ngarter.\"She flushed redly, conscious of her new corset, her silk stockings, and\nher pinching shoes.\"It's all on the outside,\" she declared.\"Under this\ntoggery I'm the same old trailer.It don't take long to get rid of these\nthings.I'm just playing a part to-day--for you.\"You've said good-by to the\ncinch, I can see that.You're on the road to opera boxes and limousines.What would you advise Wayland to do if you knew I was\nhard against his marrying you?Come, now, I can see you're a\nclear-sighted individual.\"Yes; I'm going", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Then, if you want him to\ngo East, I will go with him.\"They had moved slowly back toward the others, and as Wayland came to meet\nthem Norcross said, with dry humor: \"I admire your lady of the cinch\nhand.She seems to be a person of singular good nature and most uncommon\nshrewd--\"\n\nWayland, interrupting, caught at his father's hand and wrung it\nfrenziedly.\"I'm glad--\"\n\n\"Here!A look of pain covered the father's face.The bedroom is north of the bathroom.\"That's the fist\nshe put in the press.\"They all laughed at his joke, and then he gravely resumed.\"I say I\nadmire her, but it's a shame to ask such a girl to marry an invalid like\nyou.Furthermore, I won't have her taken East.She'd bleach out and lose\nthat grip in a year.I won't have her contaminated by the city.\"He mused\ndeeply while looking at his son.\"Would life on a wheat-ranch accessible\nto this hotel by motor-car be endurable to you?\"Mind you, I don't advise her to do it!\"he added,\ninterrupting his son's outcry.\"I think she's taking all the chances.\"\"I'm old-fashioned in my notions of marriage,\nMrs.I grew up when women were helpmates, such as, I judge,\nyou've been.Of course, it's all guesswork to me at the moment; but I\nhave an impression that my son has fallen into an unusual run of luck.As\nI understand it, you're all out for a pleasure trip.Now, my private car\nis over in the yards, and I suggest you all come along with me to\nCalifornia--\"\n\n\"Governor, you're a wonder!\"\"That'll give us time to get better acquainted, and if we all like one\nanother just as well when we get back--well, we'll buy the best farm in\nthe North Platte and--\"\n\n\"It's a cinch we get that ranch,\" interrupted Wayland, with a triumphant\nglance at Berea.The bedroom is south of the kitchen.\"A private car, like a\nyacht, is a terrible test of friendship.\"But his warning held no terrors\nfor the young lovers.This is enough to ensure the equilibrium of the almost\nimponderable atom.The grub's length promptly increases\nfrom two millimetres to four.Soon, a moult takes place which alters\nits costume: its skin becomes speckled, on a pale-yellow ground, with a\nnumber of black dots intermingled with white bristles.Three or four\ndays of rest are necessary after the fatigue of breaking cover.When\nthis is over, the hunger-fit starts that will make a ruin of the\ncabbage within a few weeks.What a stomach, working continuously day and night!It is a devouring laboratory, through which the foodstuffs merely pass,\ntransformed at once.I serve up to my caged herd a bunch of leaves\npicked from among the biggest: two hours later, nothing remains but the\nthick midribs; and even these are attacked when", "question": "What is the kitchen north of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "At this rate a \"hundredweight-cabbage,\" doled\nout leaf by leaf, would not last my menagerie a week.The gluttonous animal, therefore, when it swarms and multiplies, is a\nscourge.How are we to protect our gardens against it?The kitchen is south of the bathroom.In the days of\nPliny, the great Latin naturalist, a stake was set up in the middle of\nthe cabbage-bed to be preserved; and on this stake was fixed a Horse's\nskull bleached in the sun: a Mare's skull was considered even better.This sort of bogey was supposed to ward off the devouring brood.My confidence in this preservative is but an indifferent one; my reason\nfor mentioning it is that it reminds me of a custom still observed in\nour own days, at least in my part of the country.Nothing is so\nlong-lived as absurdity.Tradition has retained in a simplified form,\nthe ancient defensive apparatus of which Pliny speaks.For the Horse's\nskull our people have substituted an egg-shell on the top of a switch\nstuck among the cabbages.It is easier to arrange; also it is quite as\nuseful, that is to say, it has no effect whatever.Everything, even the nonsensical, is capable of explanation with a\nlittle credulity.When I question the peasants, our neighbours, they\ntell me that the effect of the egg-shell is as simple as can be: the\nButterflies, attracted by the whiteness, come and lay their eggs upon\nit.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.Broiled by the sun and lacking all nourishment on that thankless\nsupport, the little caterpillars die; and that makes so many fewer.I insist; I ask them if they have ever seen slabs of eggs or masses of\nyoung caterpillars on those white shells.\"Never,\" they reply, with one voice.\"It was done in the old days and so we go on doing it: that's all we\nknow; and that's enough for us.\"I leave it at that, persuaded that the memory of the Horse's skull,\nused once upon a time, is ineradicable, like all the rustic absurdities\nimplanted by the ages.We have, when all is said, but one means of protection, which is to\nwatch and inspect the cabbage-leaves assiduously and crush the slabs of\neggs between our finger and thumb and the caterpillars with our feet.Nothing is so effective as this method, which makes great demands on\none's time and vigilance.What pains to obtain an unspoilt cabbage!And\nwhat a debt do we not owe to those humble scrapers of the soil, those\nragged heroes, who provide us with the wherewithal to live!To eat and digest, to accumulate reserves whence the Butterfly will\nissue: that is the caterpillar's one and only business.The\nCabbage-caterpillar performs it with insatiable gluttony.Incessantly\nit browses, incessantly digests: the supreme felicity of an animal\nwhich is little more than an intestine.There is never a distraction,\nunless it be certain see-saw movements which are", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Then, at\nintervals, all the heads in the row are briskly lifted and as briskly\nlowered, time after time, with an automatic precision worthy of a\nPrussian drill-ground.Can it be their method of intimidating an always\npossible aggressor?Can it be a manifestation of gaiety, when the\nwanton sun warms their full paunches?Whether sign of fear or sign of\nbliss, this is the only exercise that the gluttons allow themselves\nuntil the proper degree of plumpness is attained.After a month's grazing, the voracious appetite of my caged herd is\nassuaged.The caterpillars climb the trelliswork in every direction,\nwalk about anyhow, with their forepart raised and searching space.Here\nand there, as they pass, the swaying herd put forth a thread.They\nwander restlessly, anxiously to travel afar.The exodus now prevented\nby the trellised enclosure I once saw under excellent conditions.The office is east of the bedroom.At\nthe advent of the cold weather, I had placed a few cabbage-stalks,\ncovered with caterpillars, in a small greenhouse.Those who saw the\ncommon kitchen vegetable sumptuously lodged under glass, in the company\nof the pelargonium and the Chinese primrose, were astonished at my\ncurious fancy.I had my plans: I wanted to find out\nhow the family of the Large White Butterfly behaves when the cold\nweather sets in.At the end of\nNovember, the caterpillars, having grown to the desired extent, left\nthe cabbages, one by one, and began to roam about the walls.None of\nthem fixed himself there or made preparations for the transformation.I\nsuspected that they wanted the choice of a spot in the open air,\nexposed to all the rigours of winter.I therefore left the door of the\nhothouse open.I found them dispersed all over the neighbouring walls, some thirty\nyards off.The thrust of a ledge, the eaves formed by a projecting bit\nof mortar served them as a shelter where the chrysalid moult took place\nand where the winter was passed.The Cabbage-caterpillar possesses a\nrobust constitution, unsusceptible to torrid heat or icy cold.All that\nhe needs for his metamorphosis is an airy lodging, free from permanent\ndamp.The inmates of my fold, therefore, move about for a few days on the\ntrelliswork, anxious to travel afar in search of a wall.Finding none\nand realizing that time presses, they resign themselves.Each one,\nsupporting himself on the trellis, first weaves around himself a thin\ncarpet of white silk, which will form the sustaining layer at the time\nof the laborious and delicate work of the nymphosis.He fixes his\nrear-end to this base by a silk pad and his fore-part by a strap that\npasses under his shoulders and is fixed on either side to the carpet.Thus slung from his three fastenings, he strips himself of his larval\napparel and turns into a chrysalis in the open air, with no protection\nsave thatThe hallway is west of the bedroom.", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The license and impropriety of the Duke of Rothsay's conduct was the\nmore reprehensible in the public view, that he was a married person;\nalthough some, over whom his youth, gaiety, grace, and good temper had\nobtained influence, were of opinion that an excuse for his libertinism\nmight be found in the circumstances of the marriage itself.They\nreminded each other that his nuptials were entirely conducted by his\nuncle, the Duke of Albany, by whose counsels the infirm and timid King\nwas much governed at the time, and who had the character of managing the\ntemper of his brother and sovereign, so as might be most injurious to\nthe interests and prospects of the young heir.The hallway is north of the bathroom.By Albany's machinations\nthe hand of the heir apparent was in a manner put up to sale, as it was\nunderstood publicly that the nobleman in Scotland who should give the\nlargest dower to his daughter might aspire to raise her to the bed of\nthe Duke of Rothsay.The bedroom is north of the hallway.In the contest for preference which ensued, George Earl of Dunbar and\nMarch, who possessed, by himself or his vassals, a great part of the\neastern frontier, was preferred to other competitors; and his daughter\nwas, with the mutual goodwill of the young couple, actually contracted\nto the Duke of Rothsay.But there remained a third party to be consulted, and that was no other\nthan the tremendous Archibald Earl of Douglas, terrible alike from the\nextent of his lands, from the numerous offices and jurisdictions with\nwhich he was invested, and from his personal qualities of wisdom and\nvalour, mingled with indomitable pride, and more than the feudal love\nof vengeance.The Earl was also nearly related to the throne, having\nmarried the eldest daughter of the reigning monarch.After the espousals of the Duke of Rothsay with the Earl of March's\ndaughter, Douglas, as if he had postponed his share in the negotiation\nto show that it could not be concluded with any one but himself, entered\nthe lists to break off the contract.He tendered a larger dower with his\ndaughter Marjory than the Earl of March had proffered; and, secured by\nhis own cupidity and fear of the Douglas, Albany exerted his influence\nwith the timid monarch till he was prevailed upon to break the contract\nwith the Earl of March, and wed his son to Marjory Douglas, a woman whom\nRothsay could not love.No apology was offered to the Earl of March,\nexcepting that the espousals betwixt the Prince and Elizabeth of Dunbar\nhad not been approved by the States of Parliament, and that till such\nratification the contract was liable to be broken off.The Earl deeply\nresented the wrong done to himself and his daughter, and was generally\nunderstood to study revenge, which his great influence on the English\nfrontier was likely to place within his power.In the mean time, the Duke of Rothsay, incensed at the sacrifice of his\nhand and his inclinations to this state intrigue, took his own mode\nof venting his displeasure, by neglecting his wife, contemning his\nformidable and dangerous father in law", "question": "What is the bathroom south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Amid these internal dissensions of his family, which extended themselves\nthrough his councils and administration, introducing everywhere the\nbaneful effects of uncertainty and disunion, the feeble monarch had\nfor some time been supported by the counsels of his queen, Annabella, a\ndaughter of the noble house of Drummond, gifted with a depth of sagacity\nand firmness of mind which exercised some restraint over the levities\nof a son who respected her, and sustained on many occasions the wavering\nresolution of her royal husband.But after her death the imbecile\nsovereign resembled nothing so much as a vessel drifted from her\nanchors, and tossed about amidst contending currents.The garden is south of the bathroom.Abstractedly\nconsidered, Robert might be said to doat upon his son, to entertain\nrespect and awe for the character of his brother Albany, so much more\ndecisive than his own, to fear the Douglas with a terror which was\nalmost instinctive; and to suspect the constancy of the bold but fickle\nEarl of March.But his feelings towards these various characters were\nso mixed and complicated, that from time to time they showed entirely\ndifferent from what they really were; and according to the interest\nwhich had been last exerted over his flexible mind, the King would\nchange from an indulgent to a strict and even cruel father, from a\nconfiding to a jealous brother, or from a benignant and bountiful to a\ngrasping and encroaching sovereign.Like the chameleon, his feeble mind\nreflected the colour of that firmer character upon which at the time he\nreposed for counsel and assistance.And when he disused the advice\nof one of his family, and employed the counsel of another, it was no\nunwonted thing to see a total change of measures, equally disrespectable\nto the character of the King and dangerous to the safety of the state.It followed as a matter of course that the clergy of the Catholic Church\nacquired influence over a man whose intentions were so excellent, but\nwhose resolutions were so infirm.Robert was haunted, not only with a\ndue sense of the errors he had really committed, but with the tormenting\napprehensions of those peccadilloes which beset a superstitious\nand timid mind.It is scarce necessary, therefore, to add, that the\nchurchmen of various descriptions had no small influence over this\neasy tempered prince, though, indeed, theirs was, at that period, an\ninfluence from which few or none escaped, however resolute and firm of\npurpose in affairs of a temporal character.The bedroom is south of the garden.We now return from this long\ndigression, without which what we have to relate could not perhaps have\nbeen well understood.The King had moved with ungraceful difficulty to the cushioned chair\nwhich, under a state or canopy, stood prepared for his accommodation,\nand upon which he sank down with enjoyment, like an indolent man, who\nhad been for some time confined to a constrained position.When seated,\nthe gentle and venerable looks of the good old man showed benevolence.The prior, who now remained standing opposite to the royal seat, with\nan air of deep deference which cloaked the natural haughtiness of his\ncarriage", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Fred was surprised to find the usually mild and gentlemanly officer in\nsuch a passion, but there was no mistake, he was angry clear through.\"There is no use talking, gentlemen,\" he was saying, as he paced the\nroom with quick nervous tread, \"I am not only going to resign, but I\nhave already sent in my resignation.I will not remain in command of the\nDepartment of Kentucky another day; the command of the armies of the\nUnited States would not induce me to remain and be insulted and outraged\nas I have been.\"\"We are very sorry to hear it, General,\" replied the spokesman of the\ndelegation.\"We had great hopes of what you would accomplish when you\nwere appointed to the command of the department, and our confidence in\nyou is still unabated.\"\"I am thankful,\" replied the general, \"for that confidence, but what can\nyou expect of a man bound hand and foot.They seem to know a great deal\nbetter in Washington what we need here than we do who are on the ground.This, in a measure, is to be expected; but to be reviled and insulted is\nmore than I can stand.But if I had not resigned, I should be removed, I\nknow that.Just let the newspapers begin howling at a general, and\ndenouncing him, and every official at Washington begins shaking in his\nboots.What can be expected of a general with every newspaper in the\nland yelping at his heels like a pack of curs?If I wanted to end this\nwar quickly, I would begin by hanging every editor who would publish a\nword on how the war should be conducted.\"Are you not a little too severe on the newspaper fraternity, General?\"mildly put in one of the citizen delegates.They think\nthey know more about war, and how to conduct campaigns than all the\nmilitary men of the country combined.Not satisfied with telling me how\nand when to conduct a campaign, they attack me most unjustly and\ncruelly, attack me in such a manner I cannot reply.Just listen to\nthis,\" and the general turned and took up a scrapbook in which numerous\nnewspaper clippings had been pasted.\"Here is an editorial from that\nesteemed and influential paper, _The Cincinnati Commerce_,\" and the\ngeneral read:\n\n\"'It is a lamentable fact that many of our generals are grossly\nincompetent, but when incipient insanity is added to incompetency, it is\ntime to cry a halt.Right here at home, the general who commands the\nDepartment of Kentucky and therefore has the safety of our city in his\nhands, is W. T. Sherman.We have it on the most reliable evidence that\nhe is of unsound mind.The hallway is west of the bedroom.Not only do many of his sayings excite the pity\nof his friends and ridicule of his enemies, but they are positively\ndangerous to the success of our cause.The Government should at least\nput the department in charge of a general of sound mind.'The bathroom is east of the bedroom.\"Now, if that is not enough,\" continued the general, with a touch of\nirony in his tones, \"I will give you a choice clipping from the great\n_New York Tricate_.", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"'It is with sorrow that we learn that General W. T. Sherman, who is in\ncommand of the Department of Kentucky, is not in his right mind.It is\nsaid that the authorities at Washington have been aware of this for some\ntime, but for political reasons fear to remove him.He is a brother of\nJohn Sherman, one of the influential politicians of Ohio, and United\nStates Senator-elect.While the affair is to be regretted, the\nGovernment should not hesitate on account of political influence.That he is mentally unsound\nis admitted, even by his best friends.The whole company was smiling at the absurdity of the affair.\"I will read once more,\" said the general.\"It is from the _Chicago\nTimer_, and hits others as well as myself.Here it is:\n\n\"'General Bill Sherman, in command of the Department of Kentucky, is\nsaid to be insane.In our mind the whole Lincoln\nGovernment, from President down, is insane--insane over the idea that\nthey can coerce the South back into the Union.The only difference that\nwe can see is that Bill Sherman may be a little crazier than the rest;\nthat's all.'\"There,\" continued the general, \"are only a few of the scores of\nextracts which I have from the most influential papers in the land.Of\ncourse the smaller papers have taken their cue from the larger ones, and\nnow the whole pack of little whiffets are after me, snapping at my\nheels; and the good people believe the story because it is published.Hundreds of letters are being received at Washington, asking for my\nremoval.My brother writes that he is overwhelmed with inquiries\nconcerning me.I believe the War Department more than half believes I am\nof unsound mind.They are only waiting for an excuse to get rid of me,\nand I know that my resignation will be received with joy.\"\"General,\" asked one of the citizens present, \"have you any idea of how\nthe story of your insanity started?\"\"When Secretary of War Cameron was here,\nI laid before him the wants of Kentucky, and among other things said\nthat I needed 60,000 men for defensive work, but for offensive\noperations I should need 200,000.The Secretary spoke of it as an\n'insane request.'Some reporter got hold of it, and then it went.The\nSecretary has never taken the pains to correct the impressions.\"\"Were you not a little extravagant in your demands?\"The politicians at Washington have never yet recognized\nthe magnitude of the war in which we are engaged.Then their whole life\nis office, and they are afraid of doing something that will lose them a\nvote.As for the newspapers, they would rather print a sensation than\nhave us win a victory.They have called me crazy so much they\nhave alarmed my wife,\" and the general again indulged in another burst\nof anger.When he became calmer, he said: \"Gentlemen, I thank you for\nyour expressions of sympathy and confidence.I trust my successor will\nbe more worthy than I,\" and he bowed the delegation out.The kitchen is east of the bedroom.The general noticed him, and asked: \"Well, my\nboy, what is it?Why, blessThe kitchen is west of the hallway.", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"Yes, General, with dispatches,\" and he handed them to him.\"I will read them when I cool off a little; I have been rather warm.I\nsee your arm is in a sling; been in a skirmish?\"The wound didn't amount to much; it is\nnearly well.\"The garden is west of the hallway.The hallway is west of the kitchen.\"You should be thankful it is no worse.Come in in the morning, Fred; I\nwill have the dispatches read by that time.\"The second and third movements\neach occupy the duration of an eighth-note.Thus, there exists between\nthe \"Long\" and the \"Short\" Boston the same difference as between the\nWaltz and the Galop.In the more rapid forms of the \"Short\" Boston, the\nrising and sinking upon the second and third movements naturally take\nthe form of a hop or skip.The dance is more enjoyable and less\nfatiguing in moderate tempo.THE OPEN BOSTON\n\nThe \"Open\" Boston contains two parts of eight measures each.The first\npart is danced in the positions shown in the illustrations facing pages\n8 and 10, and the second part consists of 8 measures of the \"Long\"\nBoston.In the first part, the dancers execute three Boston steps forward,\nwithout turning, and one Boston step turning (towards the partner) to\nface directly backward (1/2 turn).This is followed by three Boston steps backward (without turning) in the\nposition shown in the illustration facing page 10, followed by one\nBoston step turning (toward the partner) and finishing in regular Waltz\nPosition for the execution of the second part.[Illustration]\n\n\nTHE BOSTON DIP\n\nThe \"Dip\" is a combination dance in 3/4 or 3/8 time, and contains 4\nmeasures of the \"Long\" Boston, preceded by 4 measures, as follows:\n\nStanding upon the left foot, step directly to the side, and transfer the\nweight to the right foot (count 1); swing the left leg to the right in\nfront of the right, at the same time raising the right heel (count 2);\nlower the right heel (count 3); return the left foot to its original\nplace where it receives the weight (count 4); swing the right leg across\nin front of the left, raising the left heel (count 5); and lower the\nleft heel (count 6).Swing the right foot to the right, and put it down directly at the side\nof the left (count 1); hop on the right foot and swing the left across\nin front (count 2); fall back upon the right foot (count 3); put down\nthe left foot, crossing in front of the right, and transfer weight to it\n(count 4); with right foot step a whole step to the right (count 5); and\nfinish by bringing the left foot against the right, where it receives\nthe weight (count 6).In executing the hop upon counts 2 and 3 of the third measure, the\nmovement must be so far delayed that the falling back will exactly\ncoincide with the third count of the music.[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE TURKEY TROT\n\n_Preparation:--Side Position of the Waltz", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Execute four drawing steps to the side (lady's right, gentleman's left)\nswaying the shoulders and body in the direction of the drawn foot, and\npointing with the free foot upon the fourth, as shown in figure.Eight whole turns, Short Boston or Two-Step.*       *       *       *       *\n\n  A splendid specimen for this dance will be found in \"The Gobbler\" by\n  J. Monroe.THE AEROPLANE GLIDE\n\n\nThe \"Aeroplane Glide\" is very similar to the Boston Dip.It is supposed\nto represent the start of the flight of an aeroplane, and derives its\nname from that fact.The sole difference between the \"Dip\" and \"Aeroplane\" consists in the\nsix running steps which make up the first two measures.Of these running\nsteps, which are executed sidewise and with alternate crossings, before\nand behind, only the fourth, at the beginning of the second measure\nrequires special description.The bathroom is north of the hallway.Upon this step, the supporting knee is\nnoticeably bended to coincide with the accent of the music.The rest of the dance is identical with the \"Dip\".[Illustration]\n\n\n\n\nTHE TANGO\n\n\nThe Tango is a Spanish American dance which contains much of the\npeculiar charm of the other Spanish dances, and its execution depends\nlargely upon the ability of the dancers so to grasp the rhythm of the\nmusic as to interpret it by their movements.The hallway is north of the kitchen.The steps are all simple,\nand the dancers are permitted to vary or improvise the figures at will.Of these figures the two which follow are most common, and lend\nthemselves most readily to verbal description.1\n\nThe partners face one another as in Waltz Position.The gentleman takes\nthe lady's right hand in his left, and, stretching the arms to the full\nextent, holding them at the shoulder height, he places her right hand\nupon his left shoulder, and holds it there, as in the illustration\nopposite page 30.In starting, the gentleman throws his right shoulder slightly back and\nsteps directly backward with his left foot, while the lady follows\nforward with her right.In this manner both continue two steps, crossing\none foot over the other and then execute a half-turn in the same\ndirection.This is followed by four measures of the Two-Step and the\nwhole is repeated at will.[Illustration]\n\n\nTANGO No.2\n\nThis variant starts from the same position as Tango No.The gentleman\ntakes two steps backward with the lady following forward, and then two\nsteps to the side (the lady's right and the gentleman's left) and two\nsteps in the opposite direction to the original position.These steps to the side should be marked by the swaying of the bodies as\nthe feet are drawn together on the second count of the measure, and the\nwhole is followed by 8 measures of the Two-Step.IDEAL MUSIC FOR THE \"BOSTON\"\n\n\nPIANO SOLO\n\n(_Also to be had for Full or Small Orchestra_)", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Danglas_       .60\nON THE WINGS OF DREAM      _J.Danglas_       .60\nFRISSON (Thrill!)Sinibaldi_     .50\nLOVE'S TRIUMPH             _A.Daniele_       .60\nDOUCEMENT                  _G.Robert_        .60\nVIENNOISE                  _A.Duval_         .60\n\nThese selected numbers have attained success, not alone for their\nattractions of melody and rich harmony, but for their rhythmical\nflexibility and perfect adaptedness to the \"Boston.\"FOR THE TURKEY TROT\n\nEspecially recommended\n\nTHE GOBBLER                _J.Monroe_        .50\n\n\nAny of the foregoing compositions will be supplied on receipt of\none-half the list price.PUBLISHED BY\n\nTHE BOSTON MUSIC COMPANY 26 & 28 WEST ST., BOSTON, MASS.TRANSCRIBER'S NOTES:\n\n\n  Text in italics is surrounded with underscores: _italics_.Cyril's eyes strayed anxiously hither and thither.Cyril gave a start of guilty surprise.\"Yes, I was wondering where\nshe was.\"\"She has gone for a little walk, but as she never leaves the grounds,\nshe can't be very far off,\" said Miss Trevor.\"Perhaps--\" Cyril hesitated; he was painfully embarrassed.\"I will show you where you are likely to find\nher.\"I did rather want to see her--ahem, on business!\"jeered Campbell as he sauntered off.For a moment Cyril glared at Guy's back indignantly; then mumbling an\napology to Miss Trevor, he hastened after him.They had gone only a short distance before they espied a small,\nblack-robed figure coming towards them.Guy stopped short; he glanced at\nCyril, but the latter was no longer conscious of his presence.Without a\nword he turned and hurriedly retraced his footsteps.\"Well, Trevie,\" he said, \"I must be going.The garden is east of the hallway.His manner was quite ostentatiously cheerful.Miss Trevor, however, was not deceived by it.\"You are a dear,\ncourageous boy,\" she murmured.With a flourish of his hat that seemed to repudiate all sympathy, Guy\nturned on his heel and marched gallantly away.Meanwhile, in another part of the garden, a very different scene was\nbeing enacted.The bathroom is west of the hallway.On catching sight of each other Cyril and Anita had both halted\nsimultaneously.Cyril's heart pounded so violently that he could hardly\nhear himself think.\"I must be calm,\"", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "If I only had a little more time to collect my wits!I know I\nshall make an ass of myself!\"As these thoughts went racing through his brain, he had been moving\nalmost automatically forward.Already he could distinguish the soft\ncurve of her parted lips and the colour of her dilated eyes.He was conscious of a wild desire to fly from\nher presence; but it was too late.For a moment neither moved, but under the insistence of his gaze her\neyes slowly sank before his.Then, without a word, as one who merely\nclaims his own, he flung his arms around her and crushed her to his\nheart.THE END\n\n\n\n\n_A Selection from the Catalogue of_ G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS\n\n\nThe House Opposite\n\n_A Mystery_ By ELIZABETH KENT\n\nAuthor of \"Who?\"\"It is a very hotbed of mystery, and everything and everybody connected\nwith it arouses curiosity.... The plot is unusually puzzling and the\nauthor has been successful in producing a really admirable work.The\nclimax is highly sensational and unexpected, ingeniously leading the\nreader from one guess to another, and finally culminating in a\nremarkable confession.\"--_N.Y. Journal._\n\n\nBeyond the Law\n\nBy Miriam Alexander\n\n_The Great Prize Novel Awarded Prize of $1,250.00_\n\n_Endorsed by A. C. Benson, A. E. W. Mason, W. J. Locke_\n\n\n\"We have individually and unanimously given first place to the MSS.It is a lively, unaffected, and interesting\nstory of good craftsmanship, showing imagination and insight, with both\nvivid and dramatic qualities.\"The scene is laid in Ireland and in France, the time is the William of\nOrange period, and deals with the most cruel persecution against the\nCatholics of Ireland.The Way of an Eagle\n\nBy E. M. Dell\n\n_Frontispiece in Color by John Cassel_\n\n\"_A born teller of stories.The bathroom is east of the garden.She certainly has the right stuff in\nher._\"--London Standard.\"In these days of overmuch involved plot and diction in the writing of\nnovels, a book like this brings a sense of refreshment, as much by the\nvirility and directness of its style as by the interest of the story it\ntells.... The human interest of the book is absorbing.The descriptions\nof life in India and England are delightful.... But it is the intense\nhumanity of the story--above all, that of its dominating character, Nick\nRatcliffe, that will win for it a swift appreciation.\"--_Boston\nTranscript._\n\n\"Well written, wholesome, overflowing with sentiment, yet never mawkish.Lovers of good adventure will enjoy its varied excitement, while the\nfrankly romantic will peruse its pages with joy.\"--_Chicago\nRecord-Herald._\n\n\nThrough the Postern Gate\n\nA Romance in Seven Days.The bathroom is west of the office._By_ Florence L. Barclay\n\nAuthor of \"The Rosary,\" \"The Mistress of Shenstone,\" \"The Following of\nthe Star.\"\"_A masterpiece._", "question": "What is east of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Ledger\n\n\"The well-known author of 'The Rosary' has not sought problems to solve\nnor social conditions to arraign in her latest book, but has been\nsatisfied to tell a sweet and appealing love-story in a wholesome,\nsimple way.... There is nothing startling nor involved in the plot, and\nyet there is just enough element of doubt in the story to stimulate\ninterest and curiosity.The book will warm the heart with its sweet and\nstraightforward story of life and love in a romantic setting.\"--_The\nLiterary Digest._\n\n_Nearly One Million copies of Mrs.Oh, I should have been proud to\nhave such a father.LAGARD\n\nOur Count is a very fine young man--Pardon me, Count, I have\nagain upset our--\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nThat's nothing, I have already grown accustomed to it.Master,\nit is necessary for you and your family to leave for Antwerp\ntoday.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nAre our affairs in such a critical condition?LAGARD\n\nWhat is there to tell?That\nhorde of Huns is coming upon us like the tide of the sea.Today\nthey are still there, but tomorrow they will flood your house,\nGrelieu.To what can we resort\nin our defence?On this side are they, and there is the sea.The kitchen is north of the bathroom.Only very little is left of Belgium, Grelieu.Very soon there\nwill be no room even for my beard here.Dull sounds of cannonading are heard in the distance.All turn their eyes to the window._\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nIs that a battle?COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\n_Listening, calmly._\n\nNo, that is only the beginning.But tomorrow they will carry\ntheir devilish weapons past your house.Do you know they are\nreal iron monsters, under whose weight our earth is quaking\nand groaning.They are moving slowly, like amphibia that have\ncrawled out at night from the abyss--but they are moving!Another few days will pass, and they will crawl over to Antwerp,\nthey will turn their jaws to the city, to the churches--Woe to\nBelgium, master!The kitchen is south of the bedroom.LAGARD\n\nYes, it is very bad.We are an honest and peaceful people\ndespising bloodshed, for war is such a stupid affair!And we\nshould not have had a single soldier long ago were it not for\nthis accursed neighbor, this den of murderers.GENERAL\n\nAnd what would we have done without any soldiers, Monsieur\nLagard?LAGARD\n\nAnd what can we do with soldiers, Monsieur General?COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nYou are wrong, Lagard.With our little army there is still one\npossibility--to die as freemen die.But without an army we would\nhave been bootblacks, Lagard!LAGARD\n\n_Grumbling._\n\nWell, I would not clean anybody's boots.Things are in bad\nshape, Grelieu, in very bad shape.And there is but one remedy\nleft for", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI know.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nThe dam._Jeanne and Emil shudder and look at each other with terror in\ntheir eyes._\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nYou shuddered, you are shuddering, madame.But what am I to do,\nwhat are we to do, we who dare not shudder?JEANNE\n\nOh, I simply thought of a girl who was trying to find her way to\nLonua.She will never find her way to Lonua.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nBut what is to be done?The Count steps away to the window\nand looks out, nervously twitching his mustaches.Maurice has\nmoved aside and, as before, stands at attention.Jeanne stands\na little distance away from him, with her shoulder leaning\nagainst the wall, her beautiful pale head thrown back.Lagard is\nsitting at the bedside as before, stroking his gray, disheveled\nbeard.The General is absorbed in gloomy thoughts._\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\n_Turning around resolutely._\n\nI am a peaceful man, but I can understand why people take up\narms.That means a sword, a gun, explosive contrivances.The kitchen is south of the bathroom.Fire is killing people, but at the same time it\nalso gives light.There is something of the\nancient sacrifice in it.cold, dark, silent, covering\nwith mire, causing bodies to swell--water, which was the\nbeginning of chaos; water, which is guarding the earth by day\nand night in order to rush upon it.The kitchen is north of the hallway.My friend, believe me, I am\nquite a daring man, but I am afraid of water!Lagard, what would\nyou say to that?LAGARD\n\nWe Belgians have too long been struggling against the water not\nto have learned to fear it.JEANNE\n\nBut what is more terrible, the Prussians or water?GENERAL\n\n_Bowing._\n\nMadame is right.The Prussians are not more terrible, but they\nare worse.It is terrible to release water\nfrom captivity, the beast from its den, nevertheless it is a\nbetter friend to us than the Prussians.I would prefer to see\nthe whole of Belgium covered with water rather than extend a\nhand of reconciliation to a scoundrel!Neither they nor we shall\nlive to see that, even if the entire Atlantic Ocean rush over\nour heads._Brief pause._\n\nGENERAL\n\nBut I hope that we shall not come to that.Meanwhile it is\nnecessary for us to flood only part of our territory.JEANNE\n\n_Her eyes closed, her head hanging down._\n\nAnd what is to be done with those who could not abandon their\nhomes, who are deaf, who are sick and alone?_Silence._\n\nJEANNE\n\nThere in the fields and in the ditches are the wounded.There\nthe shadows of people are wandering about, but in their veins\nthere is still warm blood.Oh, don't\nlook at me like that, Emil", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "I have spoken so only because my heart is wrung with\npain--it isn't necessary to listen to me at all, Count._Count Clairmont walks over to Grelieu's bed quickly and firmly.The bedroom is north of the hallway.At first he speaks confusedly, seeking the right word; then he\nspeaks ever more boldly and firmly._\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nMy dear and honored master!We would not have dared to take\nfrom you even a drop of your health, if--if it were not for the\nassurance that serving your people may give new strength to your\nheroic soul!Yesterday, it was resolved at our council to break\nthe dams and flood part of our kingdom, but I could not, I dared\nnot, give my full consent before I knew what you had to say to\nthis plan.I did not sleep all night long, thinking--oh, how\nterrible, how inexpressibly sad my thoughts were!We are the\nbody, we are the hands, we are the head--while you, Grelieu, you\nare the conscience of our people.Blinded by the war, we may\nunwillingly, unwittingly, altogether against our will, violate\nman-made laws.We are driven to despair, we have no Belgium any longer,\nit is trampled by our enemies, but in your breast, Emil Grelieu,\nthe heart of all Belgium is beating--and your answer will be the\nanswer of our tormented, blood-stained, unfortunate land!Maurice is crying, looking at his\nfather._\n\nLAGARD\n\n_Softly._\n\nBravo, Belgium!The sound of cannonading is heard._\n\nJEANNE\n\n_Softly, to Maurice._\n\nSit down, Maurice, it is hard for you to stand.MAURICE\n\nOh, mamma!I am so happy to stand here now--\n\nLAGARD\n\nNow I shall add a few words.As you know, Grelieu, I am a man of\nthe people.I know the price the people pay for their hard work.asked Alfred, and he nodded toward the\ntelephone.\"Oh, just some woman with the wrong address,\" answered Aggie with\naffected carelessness.\"You'd better let me take the babies now,\nAlfred.\"\"To bed,\" answered Aggie sweetly, \"they are going to sleep in the next\nroom with Jimmy and me.\"She laid a detaining hand on Jimmy's arm.The bedroom is south of the bathroom.\"It's very late,\" argued Aggie.\"Of course it is,\" insisted Zoie.\"Please, Alfred,\" she pleaded, \"do let\nAggie take them.\"\"Mother knows best,\" he sighed, but ignoring\nAggie's outstretched arms, he refused to relinquish the joy of himself\ncarrying the small mites to their room, and he disappeared with the two\nof them, singing his now favourite lullaby.When Alfred had left the room, Jimmy, who was now seated comfortably in\nthe rocker, was rudely startled by a sharp voice at either side of him.shrieked Zoie, with all the disapproval that could be got into\nthe one", "question": "What is south of the bathroom?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"You're very clever, aren't you?\"sneered Aggie at Jimmy's other elbow.\"A nice fix you've got me into NOW,\" reproved Zoie.\"Why didn't you get out when you had the chance?\"\"You would take your own sweet time, wouldn't you,\" said Zoie.exclaimed Zoie, and she walked up and down the room\nexcitedly, oblivious of the disarrangement of her flying negligee.\"Oh yes,\" assented Jimmy, as he sank back into the rocker and\nbegan propelling himself to and fro.\"I never felt better,\" but a\ndisinterested observer would have seen in him the picture of discomfort.\"You're going to feel a great deal WORSE,\" he was warned by Aggie.\"Do\nyou know who that was on the telephone?\"\"She's down stairs,\" explained Aggie.Jimmy had stopped rocking--his face now wore an uneasy expression.\"It's time you showed a little human intelligence,\" taunted Zoie, then\nshe turned her back upon him and continued to Aggie, \"what did she say?\"\"She says,\" answered Aggie, with a threatening glance toward Jimmy,\n\"that she won't leave this place until Jimmy gives her baby back.\"\"Let her have her old baby,\" said Jimmy.snapped Zoie indignantly, \"what have YOU got to do\nwith it?\"\"Oh nothing, nothing,\" acquiesced Jimmy meekly, \"I'm a mere detail.\"\"A lot you care what becomes of me,\" exclaimed Zoie reproachfully; then\nshe turned to Aggie with a decided nod.\"Well, I want it,\" she asserted.\"But Zoie,\" protested Aggie in astonishment, \"you can't mean to keep\nBOTH of them?\"\"Jimmy has presented Alfred with twins,\" continued Zoie testily, \"and\nnow, he has to HAVE twins.\"Jimmy's eyes were growing rounder and rounder.The garden is east of the kitchen.\"Do you know,\" continued Zoie, with a growing sense of indignation,\n\"what would happen to me if I told Alfred NOW that he WASN'T the father\nof twins?He'd fly straight out of that door and I'd never see him\nagain.\"Aggie admitted that Zoie was no doubt speaking the truth.The garden is west of the bathroom.\"Jimmy has awakened Alfred's paternal instinct for twins,\" declared\nZoie, with another emphatic nod of her head, \"and now Jimmy must take\nthe consequences.\"Jimmy tried to frame a few faint objections, but Zoie waved him aside,\nwith a positive air.If it were only ONE, it\nwouldn't be so bad, but to tell Alfred that he's lost twins, he couldn't\nlive through it.\"\"But Zoie,\" argued Aggie, \"we can't have that mother hanging around down\nstairs until that baby is an old man.She'll have us arrested, the next\nthing.\"asked Zoie, with wide baby eyes.And she nodded toward the now utterly vanquished\nJimmy.\"That's right,\" murmured Jimmy, with a weak attempt at sarcasm, \"don't\nleave me out of anything good.\"\"It doesn't matter WHICH one she arrests,\" decided the practical Aggie.", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"Well, it matters to me,\" objected Zoie.\"And to me too, if it's all the same to you,\" protested Jimmy.\"Whoever it is,\" continued Aggie, \"the truth is bound to come out.Alfred will have to know sooner or later, so we might as well make a\nclean breast of it, first as last.\"\"That's the first sensible thing you've said in three months,\" declared\nJimmy with reviving hope.sneered Zoie, and she levelled her most malicious look\nat Jimmy.\"What do you think Alfred would do to YOU, Mr.Jimmy, if he\nknew the truth?YOU'RE the one who sent him the telegram; you are the\none who told him that he was a FATHER.\"\"That's true,\" admitted Aggie, with a wrinkled forehead.Zoie was quick to see her advantage.\"And Alfred\nhasn't any sense of humour, you know.\"And with that he\nsank into his habitual state of dumps.\"Your sarcasm will do a great deal of good,\" flashed Zoie.Then she\ndismissed him with a nod, and crossed to her dressing table.\"But Zoie,\" persisted Aggie, as she followed her young friend in\ntrepidation, \"don't you realise that if you persist in keeping this\nbaby, that mother will dog Jimmy's footsteps for the rest of his life?\"\"That will be nice,\" murmured Jimmy.Zoie busied herself with her toilet, and turned a deaf ear to Aggie.The office is west of the bedroom.There was a touch of genuine emotion in Aggie's voice when she\ncontinued.\"Just think of it, Zoie, Jimmy will never be able to come and go like a\nfree man again.\"\"What do I care how he comes and goes?\"\"If\nJimmy had gone when we told him to go, that woman would have had her old\nbaby by now; but he didn't, oh no!All he ever does is to sit around and\ntalk about his dinner.\"\"Yes,\" cried Jimmy hotly, \"and that's about as far as I ever GET with\nit.\"\"You'll never get anywhere with anything,\" was Zoie's exasperating\nanswer.\"Well, there's nothing slow about you,\" retorted Jimmy, stung to a\nfrenzy by her insolence.The bedroom is west of the kitchen.\"Oh please, please,\" interposed Aggie, desperately determined to keep\nthese two irascible persons to the main issue.\"What are we going to\ntell that mother?\"\"You can tell her whatever you like,\" answered Zoie, with an impudent\ntoss of her head, \"but I'll NOT give up that baby until I get ANOTHER\none.'\"Saye clothe serge.\"--Palsgrave.]Home, and so to the Exchequer, where I met with my uncle\nWight, and home with him to dinner, where among others (my aunt being out\nof town), Mr.Norbury and I did discourse of his wife's house and land at\nBrampton, which I find too much for me to buy.Home, and in the afternoon\nto the office, and much pleased at night to see", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "At noon went and\ndined with my Lord Crew, where very much made of by him and his lady.Then\nto the Theatre, \"The Alchymist,\"--[Comedy by Ben Jonson, first printed in\n1612.]And that being done I met with\nlittle Luellin and Blirton, who took me to a friend's of theirs in\nLincoln's Inn fields, one Mr.Hodges, where we drank great store of\nRhenish wine and were very merry.So I went home, where I found my house\nnow very clean, which was great content to me.In the morning to church, and my wife not being well,\nI went with Sir W. Batten home to dinner, my Lady being out of town, where\nthere was Sir W. Pen, Captain Allen and his daughter Rebecca, and Mr.After dinner to church all of us and had a very\ngood sermon of a stranger, and so I and the young company to walk first to\nGraye's Inn Walks, where great store of gallants, but above all the ladies\nthat I there saw, or ever did see, Mrs.Frances Butler (Monsieur\nL'Impertinent's sister) is the greatest beauty.Then we went to\nIslington, where at the great house I entertained them as well as I could,\nand so home with them, and so to my own home and to bed.Pall, who went\nthis day to a child's christening of Kate Joyce's, staid out all night at\nmy father's, she not being well.We kept this a holiday, and so went not to the\noffice at all.At noon my father came to see my\nhouse now it is done, which is now very neat.Williams\n(who is come to see my wife, whose soare belly is now grown dangerous as\nshe thinks) to the ordinary over against the Exchange, where we dined and\nhad great wrangling with the master of the house when the reckoning was\nbrought to us, he setting down exceeding high every thing.I home again\nand to Sir W. Batten's, and there sat a good while.The hallway is north of the office.Up this morning to put my papers in order that are come from my\nLord's, so that now I have nothing there remaining that is mine, which I\nhave had till now.Goodgroome\n\n     [Theodore Goodgroome, Pepys's singing-master.He was probably\n     related to John Goodgroome, a Gentleman of the Chapel Royal, who is\n     also referred to in the Diary.]Mage), with whom I agreed presently to give him\n20s.entrance, which I then did, and 20s.a month more to teach me to\nsing, and so we began, and I hope I have come to something in it.His\nfirst song is \"La cruda la bella.\"He gone my brother Tom comes, with\nwhom I made even with my father and the two drapers for the cloths I sent\nto sea lately.At home all day, in the afternoon came Captain Allen and\nhis daughter Rebecca and Mr.The bathroom is south of the office.Hempson", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "To Westminster about several businesses, then to dine with my Lady\nat the Wardrobe, taking Dean Fuller along with me; then home, where I\nheard my father had been to find me about special business; so I took\ncoach and went to him, and found by a letter to him from my aunt that my\nuncle Robert is taken with a dizziness in his head, so that they desire my\nfather to come down to look after his business, by which we guess that he\nis very ill, and so my father do think to go to-morrow.The hallway is east of the garden.Back by water to the office, there till night, and so home to my\nmusique and then to bed.To my father's, and with him to Mr.Starling's to drink our morning\ndraft, and there I told him how I would have him speak to my uncle Robert,\nwhen he comes thither, concerning my buying of land, that I could pay\nready money L600 and the rest by L150 per annum, to make up as much as\nwill buy L50 per annum, which I do, though I not worth above L500 ready\nmoney, that he may think me to be a greater saver than I am.Here I took\nmy leave of my father, who is going this morning to my uncle upon my\naunt's letter this week that he is not well and so needs my father's help.At noon home, and then with my Lady Batten, Mrs.Thompson, &c., two coaches of us, we went and saw \"Bartholomew Fayre\"\nacted very well, and so home again and staid at Sir W. Batten's late, and\nso home to bed.The office is west of the garden.Holden sent me a bever, which cost me L4 5s.[Whilst a hat (see January 28th, 1660-61, ante) cost only 35s.See\n     also Lord Sandwich's vexation at his beaver being stolen, and a hat\n     only left in lieu of it, April 30th, 1661, ante; and April 19th and\n     26th, 1662, Post.--B.]At home all the morning practising to sing, which is now my great\ntrade, and at noon to my Lady and dined with her.So back and to the\noffice, and there sat till 7 at night, and then Sir W. Pen and I in his\ncoach went to Moorefields, and there walked, and stood and saw the\nwrestling, which I never saw so much of before, between the north and west\ncountrymen.So home, and this night had our bed set up in our room that\nwe called the Nursery, where we lay, and I am very much pleased with the\nroom.By a letter from the Duke complaining of the delay of the ships\nthat are to be got ready, Sir Williams both and I went to Deptford and\nthere examined into the delays, and were satisfyed.So back again home\nand staid till the afternoon, and then I walked to the Bell at the Maypole\nin the Strand, and thither came to me by appointment Mr.Chetwind,\nGregory,", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Kipps, where we\nstaid and drank and talked with much pleasure till it was late, and so I\nwalked home and to bed.Chetwind by chewing of tobacco is become very\nfat and sallow, whereas he was consumptive, and in our discourse he fell\ncommending of \"Hooker's Ecclesiastical Polity,\" as the best book, and the\nonly one that made him a Christian, which puts me upon the buying of it,\nwhich I will do shortly.To church, where we observe the trade of briefs is\ncome now up to so constant a course every Sunday, that we resolve to give\nno more to them.account-book of the collections in the\n     church of St.The probable cause of\n  this discrepancy has already been referred to (_ante pp.The above record, though almost valueless for any purpose of exact\ncomparison, reveals, it will be noticed, one salient fact.Out of\n755 English accidents, no less than 406 came under the head of\ncollisions--whether head collisions, rear collisions, or collisions\non sidings or at junctions.In other words, to collisions of some\nsort between trains were due considerably more than half (54 per\ncent.)of the accidents which took place in Great Britain, while\nonly 88, or less than 13 per cent.of the whole, were due to\nderailments from all causes.In America on the other hand, while\nof the 3,763 accidents recorded, 1,324, or but one-third part (35\nper cent.)were due to collisions, no less than 586, or 24 per\ncent., were classed under the head of derailments, due to defects\nin the permanent way.During the the six years 1873-8 there were\nin all 1698 cases of collision of every description between trains\nreported as occurring in America to 1495 in the United Kingdom; but\nwhile in America the derailments amounted to no less than 4016, or\nmore than twice the collisions, in the United Kingdom they were\nbut 817, or a little more than half their number.It has already\nbeen noticed that the most disastrous accidents in America are apt\nto occur on bridges, and Ashtabula and Tariffville at once suggest\nthemselves.The office is north of the bedroom.Under the heading\nof \"Failures of Tunnels, Bridges, Viaducts or Culverts,\" there\nwere returned in that country during the six years 1873-8 only 29\naccidents in all; while during the same time in America, under the\nheads of broken bridges or tressels and open draws, the _Gazette_\nrecorded no less than 165.These figures curiously illustrate the\ndifferent manner in which the railroads of the two countries have\nbeen constructed, and the different circumstances under which they\nare operated.The English collisions are distinctly traceable to\nconstant overcrowding; the American derailments and bridge accidents\nto inferior construction of our road-beds.The office is south of the garden.Finally, what of late years has been done to diminish the dangers\nof the rail?--What more can be done?--Few persons realize what a\ntremendous pressure in this respect is constantly bearing down upon\nthose whose", "question": "What is south of the garden?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "A great accident is\nnot only a terrible blow to the pride and prestige of a corporation,\nnot only does it practically ruin the unfortunate officials involved\nin it, but it entails also portentous financial consequences.Juries\nproverbially have little mercy for railroad corporations, and, when\na disaster comes, these have practically no choice but to follow the\nscriptural injunction to settle with their adversaries quickly.The\nRevere catastrophe, for instance, cost the railroad company liable\non account of it over half a million of dollars; the Ashtabula\naccident over $600,000; the Wollaston over $300,000.A few years ago\nin England a jury awarded a sum of $65,000 for damages sustained\nthrough the death of a single individual.During the five years,\n1867-71, the railroad corporations of Great Britain paid out over\n$11,000,000 in compensation for damages occasioned by accidents.In\nview, merely, of such money consequences of disaster, it would be\nmost unnatural did not each new accident lead to the adoption of\nbetter appliances to prevent its recurrence.[30]\n\n  [30] The other side of this proposition has been argued with\n  much force by Mr.William Galt in his report as one of the Royal\n  Commission of 1874 on Railway Accidents.Galt's individual\n  report bears date February 5, 1877, and in it he asserts that, as\n  a matter of actual experience, the principle of self-interest on\n  the part of the railway companies has proved a wholly insufficient\n  safeguard against accidents.However it may be in theory, he\n  contends that, taking into consideration the great cost of the\n  appliances necessary to insure safety to the public on the one side,\n  and the amount of damages incident to a certain degree of risk on\n  the other side, the possible saving in expenditure to the companies\n  by assuming the risk far exceeds the loss incurred by an occasional\n  accident.The companies become, in a word, insurers of their\n  passengers,--the premium being found in the economies effected by\n  not adopting improved appliances of recognized value, and the losses\n  being the damages incurred in case of accident.He treats the whole\n  subject at great length and with much knowledge and ability.His\n  report is a most valuable compendium for those who are in favor of a\n  closer government supervision over railroads as a means of securing\n  an increased safety from accident.The hallway is east of the bathroom.To return, however, to the subject of railroad accidents, and the\nfinal conclusion to be drawn from the statistics which have been\npresented.That conclusion briefly stated is that the charges of\nrecklessness and indifference so generally and so widely advanced\nagainst those managing the railroads cannot for an instant be\nsustained.After all, as was said in the beginning of the present\nvolume, it is not the danger but the safety of the railroad which\nshould excite our special wonder.The office is west of the bathroom.If any one doubts this, it is\nvery easy to satisfy himself of the fact,--that is, if by nature\nhe is gifted with the slightest spark of imagination.It is but\nnecessary to stand once on the platform of a way-station", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "There are few sights finer;\nfew better calculated to quicken the pulse.The glare of the head-light, the rush and throb of the\nlocomotive,--the connecting rod and driving-wheels of which seem\ninstinct with nervous life,--the flashing lamps in the cars, and\nthe final whirl of dust in which the red tail-lights vanish almost\nas soon as they are seen,--all this is well calculated to excite\nour admiration; but the special and unending cause for wonder is\nhow, in case of accident, anything whatever is left of the train.As it plunges into the darkness it would seem to be inevitable\nthat something must happen, and that, whatever happens, it must\nnecessarily involve both the train and every one in it in utter\nand irremediable destruction.'He married late, you know, and had nothing but daughters for a long\ntime.''Well, I hope there will be no Reform Bill for Eton,' said Lord\nMonmouth, musingly.'I think, Lord Monmouth,' said Mr.Rigby, 'we must ask permission to\ndrink one toast to-day.''Nay, I will myself give it,' he replied.'Madame Colonna, you will, I\nam sure, join us when we drink, THE DUKE!''What a pity it is you have\na House of Commons here!England would be the greatest country in\nthe world if it were not for that House of Commons.'Don't abuse our property,' said Lord Eskdale; 'Lord Monmouth and I have\nstill twenty votes of that same body between us.''And there is a combination,' said Rigby, 'by which you may still keep\nthem.'now for Rigby's combination,' said Lord Eskdale.'The only thing that can save this country,' said Rigby, 'is a coalition\non a sliding scale.''You had better buy up the Birmingham Union and the other bodies,' said\nLord Monmouth; 'I believe it might all be done for two or three hundred\nthousand pounds; and the newspapers too.Pitt would have settled this\nbusiness long ago.''Well, at any rate, we are in,' said Rigby, 'and we must do something.''I should like to see Grey's list of new peers,' said Lord Eskdale.'They say there are several members of our club in it.''And the claims to the honour are so opposite,' said Lucian Gay; 'one,\non account of his large estate; another, because he has none; one,\nbecause he has a well-grown family to perpetuate the title; another,\nbecause he has no heir, and no power of ever obtaining one.'The garden is north of the kitchen.'I wonder how he will form his cabinet,' said Lord Monmouth; 'the old\nstory won't do.''I hear that Baring is to be one of the new cards; they say it will\nplease the city,' said Lord Eskdale.The bathroom is north of the garden.'I suppose they will pick out\nof hedge and ditch everything that has ever had the semblance of\nliberalism.''Affairs in my time were never so complicated,' said Mr.'Nay, it appears to me to lie in a nutshell,'", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The future historian of the country will be perplexed to ascertain what\nwas the distinct object which the Duke of Wellington proposed to himself\nin the political manoeuvres of May, 1832.The hallway is south of the kitchen.It was known that the passing\nof the Reform Bill was a condition absolute with the King; it was\nunquestionable, that the first general election under the new law must\nignominiously expel the Anti-Reform Ministry from power; who would then\nresume their seats on the Opposition benches in both Houses with the\nloss not only of their boroughs, but of that reputation for political\nconsistency, which might have been some compensation for the\nparliamentary influence of which they had been deprived.It is difficult\nto recognise in this premature effort of the Anti-Reform leader to\nthrust himself again into the conduct of public affairs, any indications\nof the prescient judgment which might have been expected from such a\nquarter.It savoured rather of restlessness than of energy; and, while\nit proved in its progress not only an ignorance on his part of the\npublic mind, but of the feelings of his own party, it terminated\nunder circumstances which were humiliating to the Crown, and painfully\nsignificant of the future position of the House of Lords in the new\nconstitutional scheme.The Duke of Wellington has ever been the votary of circumstances.He watches events rather than seeks to produce\nthem.Rapid combinations,\nthe result of quick, vigilant, and comprehensive glance, are generally\ntriumphant in the field: but in civil affairs, where results are\nnot immediate; in diplomacy and in the management of deliberative\nassemblies, where there is much intervening time and many counteracting\ncauses, this velocity of decision, this fitful and precipitate action,\nare often productive of considerable embarrassment, and sometimes of\nterrible discomfiture.It is remarkable that men celebrated for military\nprudence are often found to be headstrong statesmen.In civil life\na great general is frequently and strangely the creature of impulse;\ninfluenced in his political movements by the last snatch of information;\nand often the creature of the last aide-de-camp who has his ear.The kitchen is south of the bedroom.We shall endeavour to trace in another chapter the reasons which on\nthis as on previous and subsequent occasions, induced Sir Robert Peel to\nstand aloof, if possible, from official life, and made him reluctant\nto re-enter the service of his Sovereign.In the present instance, even\ntemporary success could only have been secured by the utmost decision,\npromptness, and energy.These were all wanting: some were afraid to\nfollow the bold example of their leader; many were disinclined.In\neight-and-forty hours it was known there was a 'hitch.'The Reform party, who had been rather stupefied than appalled by the\naccepted mission of the Duke of Wellington, collected their scattered\nsenses, and rallied their forces.The agitators harangued, the mobs\nhooted.The City of London, as if the King had again tried to seize the\nfive members, appointed a permanent committee of the Common Council to\nwatch the fortunes of the 'great national measure,' and to report daily.Brookes',", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The garden is north of the bedroom.Emboldened\nby these demonstrations, the House of Commons met in great force, and\npassed a vote which struck, without disguise, at all rival powers in the\nState; virtually announced its supremacy; revealed the forlorn position\nof the House of Lords under the new arrangement; and seemed to lay for\never the fluttering phantom of regal prerogative.It was on the 9th of May that Lord Lyndhurst was with the King, and on\nthe 15th all was over.Nothing in parliamentary history so humiliating\nas the funeral oration delivered that day by the Duke of Wellington\nover the old constitution, that, modelled on the Venetian, had governed\nEngland since the accession of the House of Hanover.He described his\nSovereign, when his Grace first repaired to his Majesty, as in a\nstate of the greatest 'difficulty and distress,' appealing to his\nnever-failing loyalty to extricate him from his trouble and vexation.The Duke of Wellington, representing the House of Lords, sympathises\nwith the King, and pledges his utmost efforts for his Majesty's\nrelief.The hallway is south of the bedroom.He remained as meek as before, but our\nfriends did not know that this was merely the meekness of a savage\ncur while under the whip.Baxter was naturally a brute, and\nlacked the backbone necessary far genuine reformation.\"Say, why can't you take me with you?\"he asked, on the day that\nthe Rover expedition was to start out.\"I'm willing to do my\nshare of the work and the fighting, and I won't charge you a cent\nfor my service.\"\"I don't know as my uncle wants anybody along,\" said Sam, to whom\nBaxter addressed his remarks.\"Well, won't you speak to him about it, Sam?I can't find\nanything to do here, and the captains to whom I've applied don't\nwant me on their ships,\" pleaded the former bully of Putnam Hall.Sam was easily touched at all times, and he knew that Baxter must\nfeel lonely and wretched so far from home and without friends or\ncapital.He at once went to his brothers and his uncle and laid\nthe big youth's proposition before them.\"We don't want him,\" said Dick promptly.\"I don't believe he would be of any use to us.\"\"I would rather give him some more money just for him to stay\nbehind,\" added Tom.\"Well, I don't like Baxter any more than the others do.But it\nseems awfully hard on him.I don't believe he knows how to turn.\"\"We might give him enough money to get back to the United States\nwith.\"\"I'd rather have you do that, Uncle Randolph,\" said Dick.\"I\ndon't want him with me.\"\"I will have a talk with the misguided boy,\" was the conclusion\nreached by Randolph Rover; but he got no chance to speak to Dan\nBaxter until late in the afternoon, and then, to his astonishment,\nBaxter's manner had changed entirely, he intimating that he wanted\nnothing more to do with them.For in the meantime something which was bound to be of great\nimportance to the Rovers", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "In Boma were a number of\npersons of mixed French and native blood who were little better\nthan the old-time brigands of Italy.They were led by a wicked\nwretch who went by the name of Captain Villaire.Villaire had\nbeen watching the Rovers for two days when he noticed the coldness\nwhich seemed to exist between, our friends and Baxter.At once he\nthrew himself in Baxter's way and began to it pump the youth\nregarding the Americans.\"Zay are going into the interior, you have remarked,\" he said in\nvery bad English.\"Yes, they are well fixed,\" answered the tall youth.\"And zay do carry zare money wid zem?\"\"I guess not--at least, not much of it.\"\"Yes, I hate them,\" muttered Dan, and his eyes shone wickedly.\"I'm only treating them in a friendly way now because I'm out of\nmoney and must do something.\"It ees a good head you have--verra good,\" murmured\nCaptain Villaire.\"Do you know, I heara dem talk about you?\"\"De one boy say you should be in ze jail; didn't you robba\nsomebody.\"\"You lika do somet'ing wid me?\"continued the French native,\nclosing one eye suggestively.He was a close reader of human\nnature and had read Baxter's character as if it was an open book.The hallway is north of the bedroom.\"We gitta dem people into trouble--maka big lot of money.\"\"All right--I'll do anything,\" answered Baxter savagely.\"So\nthey said I ought to be in jail, eh?\"You helpa me, I helpa you,\" went on the wily French native.He had his plan all ready, and, after sounding Baxter some more,\nrevealed what was in his mind, which was simply to follow the\nRovers into the interior and then make them prisoners.Once this\nwas done, they would hold the prisoners for a handsome ransom.\"That's a big job,\" answered the big youth.\"But I like your\nplan, first-rate if you can carry it out.\"\"I have half a dozen of ze\nbest of killowers-za, nevair fail me.But as you knowa dem you\nwill have to do ze lettair writing for us, so zat we git ze money\nfrom zare people at home.\"\"Trust me for that,\" responded Baxter quickly.\"You do the capturing and I'll make Mrs.Rover or\nsomebody else pay up handsomely, never fear.\"The bathroom is south of the bedroom.And so a compact was formed which was to give the Rovers a good\ndeal of trouble in the near future.CHAPTER XVI\n\nTHE START UP THE CONGO\n\n\n\"It was queer Dan Baxter should act so,\" said Sam to his uncle,\nwhen Mr.Rover came back from his interview with the bully.\"I\nthought he wanted to, go the worst way.\"\"He acted as if he had struck something else,\" answered Randolph\nRover.\"He didn't even want the money I offered.Perhaps he has\nreceived a remittance from home.\"\"His father is still in\njail.\"\"Perhaps he got M", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The hallway is east of the bathroom.\"But I\nforgot, Mumps is away.\"There was no time to discuss the situation further, for they were\nto start early on the following morning, and there were yet a\ndozen small matters which must be given attention.All were busy,\nand it was not until after eleven that evening that they turned\nin.The day for the departure from Boma dawned bright and clear, and\nCujo appeared with his assistants while they were still eating\nbreakfast.\"Werry good day for um journey,\" he said, with a grin.\"Make good\nmany miles if nothing go wrong.\"\"You can't do any too well for me,\" answered Dick.\"I hope our\nexpedition into the interior is both short and successful.\"At first they had thought to go\non horseback; but this was abandoned by the advice of the native,\nwho declared that horses would prove more of a drag than a help in\nmany places.\"Horse canno' climb tree bridge,\" he explained.\"No climb high\nrock, no go around bad hill.We go on foot an' make better time.\"The town was soon left behind and they struck a highway which for\nseveral miles afforded easy traveling.On all sides were dense\ngroves of tropical growth, palms, mangoes, and the like, with\nenormous vines festooned from one tree to the next.The garden is west of the bathroom.Underneath\nwere a great variety, of ferns and mosses, the homes of countless\ninsects and small animals.The ground was black and wherever\nturned up gave forth a sickly odor of decayed vegetation.\"That is regular fever territory,\" explained Randolph Rover.\"Boys, do not sleep on the ground if you can possibly avoid it.I\nsincerely trust that none of us take the tropical fever.\"\"If I feel it coming on I'll take a good dose of quinine,\"\ndeclared Tom.Fortunately they had brought along a good supply of that valuable\ndrug.Did not our Government\n     once allow slave-trading?Do you know that cargoes of slaves came\n     into Bristol Harbour in the time of our fathers?I would have\n     given L500 to have had you and the Anti-Slavery Society in Dara\n     during the three days of doubt whether the slave-dealers would\n     fight or not.A bad fort, a coward garrison, and not one who did\n     not tremble--on the other side a strong, determined set of men\n     accustomed to war, good shots, with two field-pieces.I would\n     have liked to hear what you would all have said then.I do not\n     say this in brag, for God knows what my anxiety was.\"The drama, of which the first act took place in Suleiman's camp\noutside Dara, was not then ended.Gordon knew that to leave a thing\nhalf done was only to invite the danger to reappear.Suleiman had\nretired with his 1500 men to Shaka, the followers of Zebehr from all\nsides throughout the province would flock", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Four\ndays after Suleiman left Dara, Gordon set out for the same place, at\nthe head of four companies, and after a six days' march through\nterrible heat he reached Shaka.The slave-hunters had had no time to\nrecover their spirits, they were all completely cowed and very\nsubmissive; and Suleiman craved favour at the hands of the man against\nwhose life he had only a few days before been plotting.The garden is west of the bedroom.Unfortunately\nGordon could not remain at Shaka, to attend in person to the\ndispersion of Suleiman's band, and after his departure that young\nleader regained his confidence, and resorted to his hostile and\nambitious designs; but the success of General Gordon's plans in the\nsummer of 1877 was complete, and sufficed to greatly diminish the\ngravity of the peril when, twelve months later, Suleiman broke out\nafresh, and fell by the hands of Gessi.While General Gordon was facing these personal dangers, and coping\nwith difficulties in a manner that has never been surpassed, and that\nwill stand as an example to all time of how the energy, courage, and\nattention to detail of an individual will compensate for bad troops\nand deficient resources, he was experiencing the bitter truth that no\none can escape calumny.The arm-chair reformers of London were not at\nall pleased with his methods, and they were quite shocked when they\nheard that General Gordon, whom they affected to regard as the nominee\nof the Anti-Slavery Society, and not as the responsible lieutenant of\na foreign potentate, was in the habit, not merely of restoring\nfugitive slaves to their lawful owners, but even of purchasing slaves\nwith his own and the Government money, in order to convert them into\nsoldiers.From their narrow point of view, it seemed to them that\nthese steps were a direct encouragement of the slave-trade, and they\ndenounced Gordon's action with an extraordinary, but none the less\nbitter, ignorance of the fact that he was employing the only practical\nmeans of carrying out the mission which, in addition to his\nadministrative duties, had been practically imposed on him as the\nrepresentative of civilization.These good but misinformed persons\nmust have believed that the Egyptian garrison in the Soudan was\nefficient, that communications were easy, and the climate not\nunpleasant, and that Gordon, supported by zealous lieutenants, had\nonly to hold up his hand or pass a resolution, in the fashion of\nExeter Hall, for the chains, real and metaphysical, to fall from the\nlimbs of the <DW64> population of Inner Africa.The reality was a worthless and craven army, a climate that killed\nmost Europeans, and which the vigour and abstemiousness of Gordon\nscarcely enabled him to endure, communications only maintained and\nrepresented by the wearying flight of the camel across the desert,\ntreachery and hostility to his plans, if not his person, among his\ncolleagues--all these difficulties and dangers overcome and rendered\nnugatory by the earnestness and energy of one man alone.Well might\nhis indignation find vent in such aThe kitchen is east of the bedroom.", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "You say this and that, and you do\n     not do it; you give your money, and you have done your duty; you\n     praise one another, etc.God has given you\n     ties and anchors to this earth; you have wives and families.I,\n     thank God, have none of them, and am free.If\n     it suit me, I will buy slaves.I will let captured slaves go down\n     to Egypt and not molest them, and I will do what I like, and what\n     God, in His mercy, may direct me to do about domestic slaves; but\n     I will break the neck of slave raids, even if it cost me my life.I will buy slaves for my army; for this purpose I will make\n     soldiers against their will, to enable me to prevent raids.I\n     will do this in the light of day, and defy your resolutions and\n     your actions.The garden is south of the hallway.Would my heart be broken if I was ousted from this\n     command?Should I regret the eternal camel-riding, the heat, the\n     misery I am forced to witness, the discomforts of everything\n     around my domestic life?Thousands of miles on camels, and no hope of rest for another\n     year.You are only called on at intervals to rely on your God;\n     with me I am obliged continually to do so.Find me the man and I\n     will take him as my help who utterly despises money, name, glory,\n     honour; one who never wishes to see his home again; one who looks\n     to God as the Source of good and Controller of evil; one who has\n     a healthy body and energetic spirit, and one who looks on death\n     as a release from misery; and if you cannot find him, then leave\n     me alone.To carry myself is enough for me; I want no other\n     baggage.\"Gordon's troubles were not only with English visionaries.The Egyptian\nofficials had always regarded the delegation of supreme powers to him\nwith dislike, and this sentiment became unqualified apprehension when\nthey saw how resolute he was in exercising them.Ismail Pasha was\ndisposed to place unlimited trust in his energetic Governor-General,\nbut he could not but be somewhat influenced by those around him while\nGordon was far away.When, therefore, Gordon took into his own hands\nthe power of life and death, and sentenced men to be hanged and shot,\nhe roused that opposition to the highest point of activity, and\nreceived repeated remonstrances by telegraph from Cairo.To these he\nreplied firmly, but quietly, that on no other condition could the\nadministration be carried on, and that his authority as Viceroy would\nbe undermined if he could not dispense prompt justice.At last, at about ten minutes after eight o'clock, the long-expected\nLynn train made its appearanceThe bedroom is north of the hallway.", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The road was now\nclear for the accommodation train, which had been standing some\ntwelve or fifteen minutes in the block, but which from the moment\nof again starting was running on the schedule time of the Portland\nexpress.Every minute was vital,\nand yet he never thought to look at his watch.He had a vague\nimpression that he had been delayed some six or eight minutes, when\nin reality he had been delayed fifteen; and, though he was running\nwholly out of his schedule time, he took not a single precaution, so\npersuaded was he that every one knew where he was.The confusion among those in charge of the various engines and\ntrains was, indeed, general and complete.As the Portland express\nwas about to leave the Boston station, the superintendent of the\nroad, knowing by the non-arrival of the branch train from Lynn that\nthere must be a block at the Everett junction, had directed the\ndepot-master to caution the engineer to look out for the trains\nahead of him.The order, a merely verbal one, was delivered after\nthe train had started, the depot-master walking along by the side of\nthe slowly-moving locomotive, and was either incorrectly transmitted\nor not fully understood; the engine-driver supposed it to apply to\nthe branch train which had started just before him, out of both its\nschedule time and schedule place.Presently, at the junction, he was\nstopped by the signal man of this train.The course of reasoning he\nwould then have had to pass through to divine the true situation\nof affairs and to guide himself safely under the schedule in the\nlight of the running rules was complicated indeed, and somewhat as\nfollows: \"The branch train,\" he should have argued to himself, \"is\nstopped, and it is stopped because the train which should have left\nLynn at six o'clock has not yet arrived; but, under the rules, that\ntrain should pass off the branch before the 6.30 train could pass\nonto it; if, therefore, the 'wild' train before me is delayed not\nonly the 6.30 but all intermediate trains must likewise be delayed,\nand the accommodation train went out this afternoon after the 6.30\ntrain, so it, too, must be in the block ahead of me; unless, indeed,\nas is usually the case, the signal-master has got it out of the\nblock under the protection of a flag.\"The office is north of the bathroom.This line of reasoning was,\nperhaps, too intricate; at any rate, the engine-driver did not\nfollow it out, but, when he saw the tail-lights immediately before\nhim disappear on the branch, he concluded that the main line was\nnow clear, and dismissed the depot-master's caution from his mind.The bedroom is north of the office.Meanwhile, as the engine-driver of this train was fully persuaded\nthat the only other train in his front had gone off on the branch,\nthe conductor of the accommodation train was equally persuaded that\nthe head-light immediately behind him in the block at the junction\nhad been that of the Portland express which consequently should be\naware of his position.Thus when they left Everett the express was fairly chasing the\naccommodation train, and overtaking", "question": "What is north of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Even then no collision ought to have been possible.Unfortunately,\nhowever, the road had no system, even the crudest, of interval\nsignals; and the utter irregularity prevailing in the train\nmovement seemed to have demoralized the employ\u00e9s along the line,\nwho, though they noticed the extreme proximity of the two trains\nto each other as they passed various points, all sluggishly took\nit for granted that those in charge of them were fully aware of\ntheir relative positions and knew what they were about.Thus, as\nthe two trains approached the Revere station, they were so close\ntogether as to be on the same piece of straight track at the same\ntime, and a passenger standing at the rear end of the accommodation\ntrain distinctly saw the head-light of the express locomotive.The\nnight, however, was not a clear one, for an east wind had prevailed\nall day, driving a mist in from the sea which lay in banks over\nthe marshes, lifting at times so that distant objects were quite\nvisible, and then obscuring them in its heavy folds.Consequently it\ndid not at all follow, because the powerful reflecting head-light\nof the locomotive was visible from the accommodation train, that\nthe dim tail-lights of the latter were also visible to those on the\nlocomotive.The tail-lights in use by\nthe company were ordinary red lanterns without reflecting power.The station house at Revere stood at the end of a tangent, the\ntrack curving directly before it.In any ordinary weather the\ntail-lights of a train standing at this station would have been\nvisible for a very considerable distance down the track in the\ndirection of Boston, and even on the night of the accident they\nwere probably visible for a sufficient distance in which to stop\nany train approaching at a reasonable rate of speed.Unfortunately\nthe engineer of the Portland express did not at once see them,\nhis attention being wholly absorbed in looking for other signals.Certain freight train tracks to points on the shore diverged from\nthe main line at Revere, and the engine-drivers of all trains\napproaching that place were notified by signals at a masthead close\nto the station whether the switches were set for the main line or\nfor these freight tracks.A red lantern at the masthead indicated\nthat the main line was closed; in the absence of any signal it\nwas open.In looking for this signal as he approached Revere the\nengine-driver of the Portland express was simply attending closely\nto his business, for, had the red light been at the masthead, his\ntrain must at once have been stopped.Unfortunately, however, while\npeering through the mist at the masthead he overlooked what was\ndirectly before him, until, when at last he brought his eyes down to\nthe level, to use his own words at the subsequent inquest, \"the tail\nlights of the accommodation train seemed to spring right up in his\nface.\"When those in charge of the two trains at almost the same moment\nbecame aware of the danger, there was yet an interval of some eight\nhundred feet between them.The office is west of the bathroom.The garden is east of the bathroom.The express train was, however, moving\nat a speed of some twenty-five or", "question": "What is west of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "She\nmeasures 3 or 4 millimetres.(.117 to.156 inch.--Translator's Note.)The two sexes are equally numerous and wear the same costume, a black\nuniform, all but the legs, which are pale red.In spite of this\nlikeness, they are easily distinguished.The male has an abdomen which\nis slightly flattened and, moreover, curved at the tip; the female,\nbefore the laying, has hers full and perceptibly distended by its\novular contents.This rapid sketch of the insect should be enough for\nour purpose.If we wish to know the grub and especially to inform ourselves of its\nmanner of living, it is advisable to rear in a cage a numerous herd of\nCabbage-caterpillars.Whereas a direct search on the cabbages in our\ngarden would give us but a difficult and uncertain harvest, by this\nmeans we shall daily have as many as we wish before our eyes.In the course of June, which is the time when the caterpillars quit\ntheir pastures and go far afield to settle on some wall or other, those\nin my fold, finding nothing better, climb to the dome of the cage to\nmake their preparations and to spin a supporting network for the\nchrysalid's needs.The office is north of the hallway.Among these spinners we see some weaklings working\nlistlessly at their carpet.Their appearance makes us deem them in the\ngrip of a mortal disease.I take a few of them and open their bellies,\nusing a needle by way of a scalpel.What comes out is a bunch of green\nentrails, soaked in a bright yellow fluid, which is really the\ncreature's blood.These tangled intestines swarm with little lazy\ngrubs, varying greatly in number, from ten or twenty at least to\nsometimes half a hundred.They are the offspring of the Microgaster.The garden is south of the hallway.The lens makes conscientious enquiries; nowhere\ndoes it manage to show me the vermin attacking solid nourishment, fatty\ntissues, muscles or other parts; nowhere do I see them bite, gnaw, or\ndissect.The following experiment will tell us more fully: I pour into\na watch-glass the crowds extracted from the hospitable paunches.I\nflood them with caterpillar's blood obtained by simple pricks; I place\nthe preparation under a glass bell-jar, in a moist atmosphere, to\nprevent evaporation; I repeat the nourishing bath by means of fresh\nbleedings and give them the stimulant which they would have gained from\nthe living caterpillar.Thanks to these precautions, my charges have\nall the appearance of excellent health; they drink and thrive.But this\nstate of things cannot last long.Soon ripe for the transformation, my\ngrubs leave the dining-room of the watch-glass as they would have left\nthe caterpillar's belly; they come to the ground to try and weave their\ntiny cocoons.They have missed a\nsuitable support, that is to say, the silky carpet provided by the\ndying caterpillar.No matter: I have seen enough to convince me.The\nlarvae of the Microgaster do not eat in the strict sense of the word", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Examine the parasites closely and you shall see that their diet is\nbound to be a liquid one.They are little white grubs, neatly\nsegmented, with a pointed forepart splashed with tiny black marks, as\nthough the atom had been slaking its thirst in a drop of ink.It moves\nits hind-quarters slowly, without shifting its position.The mouth is a pore, devoid of any apparatus for\ndisintegration-work: it has no fangs, no horny nippers, no mandibles;\nits attack is just a kiss.It does not chew, it sucks, it takes\ndiscreet sips at the moisture all around it.The fact that it refrains entirely from biting is confirmed by my\nautopsy of the stricken caterpillars.In the patient's belly,\nnotwithstanding the number of nurselings who hardly leave room for the\nnurse's entrails, everything is in perfect order; nowhere do we see a\ntrace of mutilation.The bedroom is south of the office.Nor does aught on the outside betray any havoc\nwithin.The exploited caterpillars graze and move about peacefully,\ngiving no sign of pain.It is impossible for me to distinguish them\nfrom the unscathed ones in respect of appetite and untroubled\ndigestion.When the time approaches to weave the carpet for the support of the\nchrysalis, an appearance of emaciation at last points to the evil that\nis at their vitals.They are stoics who do not\nforget their duty in the hour of death.At last they expire, quite\nsoftly, not of any wounds, but of anaemia, even as a lamp goes out when\nthe oil comes to an end.The living caterpillar,\ncapable of feeding himself and forming blood, is a necessity for the\nwelfare of the grubs; he has to last about a month, until the\nMicrogaster's offspring have achieved their full growth.The two\ncalendars synchronize in a remarkable way.The garden is south of the bedroom.When the caterpillar leaves\noff eating and makes his preparations for the metamorphosis, the\nparasites are ripe for the exodus.The bottle dries up when the\ndrinkers cease to need it; but until that moment it must remain more or\nless well-filled, although becoming limper daily.It is important,\ntherefore, that the caterpillar's existence be not endangered by wounds\nwhich, even though very tiny, would stop the working of the\nblood-fountains.With this intent, the drainers of the bottle are, in a\nmanner of speaking, muzzled; they have by way of a mouth a pore that\nsucks without bruising.The dying caterpillar continues to lay the silk of his carpet with a\nslow oscillation of the head.The moment now comes for the parasites to\nemerge.This happens in June and generally at nightfall.A breach is\nmade on the ventral surface or else in the sides, never on the back:\none breach only, contrived at a point of minor resistance, at the\njunction of two segments; for it is bound to be a toilsome business, in\nthe absence of a set of filing-tools.Perhaps", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "In one short spell, the whole tribe issues through this single opening\nand is soon wriggling about, perched on the surface of the caterpillar.The lens cannot perceive the hole, which closes on the instant.There\nis not even a haemorrhage: the bottle has been drained too thoroughly.You must press it between your fingers to squeeze out a few drops of\nmoisture and thus discover the place of exit.Around the caterpillar, who is not always quite dead and who sometimes\neven goes on weaving his carpet a moment longer, the vermin at once\nbegin to work at their cocoons.The reader would be greatly mistaken who should follow out this\ndescription by supposing that the guests behaved like a herd of hungry\nwolves, rushing upon a feast rarely offered to them.The garden is west of the office.On the contrary,\nthe Clan Quhele conducted themselves with that species of courteous\nreserve and attention to the wants of others which is often found in\nprimitive nations, especially such as are always in arms, because a\ngeneral observance of the rules of courtesy is necessary to prevent\nquarrels, bloodshed, and death.The guests took the places assigned them\nby Torquil of the Oak, who, acting as marischal taeh, i.e.sewer of\nthe mess, touched with a white wand, without speaking a word, the place\nwhere each was to sit.Thus placed in order, the company patiently\nwaited for the portion assigned them, which was distributed among them\nby the leichtach; the bravest men or more distinguished warriors of\nthe tribe being accommodated with a double mess, emphatically called\nbieyfir, or the portion of a man.When the sewers themselves had seen\nevery one served, they resumed their places at the festival, and were\neach served with one of these larger messes of food.Water was placed\nwithin each man's reach, and a handful of soft moss served the purposes\nof a table napkin, so that, as at an Eastern banquet, the hands were\nwashed as often as the mess was changed.The hallway is west of the garden.For amusement, the bard recited\nthe praises of the deceased chief, and expressed the clan's confidence\nin the blossoming virtues of his successor.The seannachie recited the\ngenealogy of the tribe, which they traced to the race of the Dalriads;\nthe harpers played within, while the war pipes cheered the multitude\nwithout.The conversation among the guests was grave, subdued, and\ncivil; no jest was attempted beyond the bounds of a very gentle\npleasantry, calculated only to excite a passing smile.There were no\nraised voices, no contentious arguments; and Simon Glover had heard a\nhundred times more noise at a guild feast in Perth than was made on this\noccasion by two hundred wild mountaineers.Even the liquor itself did not seem to raise the festive party above the\nsame tone of decorous gravity.Wine appeared in\nvery small quantities, and was served out only to the principal guests,\namong which honoured number Simon Glover was again included.The wine\nand the two wheaten loaves were indeed the only marks of notice which he\nreceived during the feast; but N", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Distilled liquors, since so generally used in\nthe Highlands, were then comparatively unknown.The usquebaugh was\ncirculated in small quantities, and was highly flavoured with a\ndecoction of saffron and other herbs, so as to resemble a medicinal\npotion rather than a festive cordial.Cider and mead were seen at the\nentertainment, but ale, brewed in great quantities for the purpose, and\nflowing round without restriction, was the liquor generally used, and\nthat was drunk with a moderation much less known among the more modern\nHighlanders.A cup to the memory of the deceased chieftain was the first\npledge solemnly proclaimed after the banquet was finished, and a low\nmurmur of benedictions was heard from the company, while the monks\nalone, uplifting their united voices, sung Requiem eternam dona.An\nunusual silence followed, as if something extraordinary was expected,\nwhen Eachin arose with a bold and manly, yet modest, grace, and ascended\nthe vacant seat or throne, saying with dignity and firmness:\n\n\"This seat and my father's inheritance I claim as my right--so prosper\nme God and St.\"How will you rule your father's children?\"said an old man, the uncle\nof the deceased.\"I will defend them with my father's sword, and distribute justice to\nthem under my father's banner.\"The office is north of the bathroom.The bedroom is south of the bathroom.The old man, with a trembling hand, unsheathed the ponderous weapon,\nand, holding it by the blade, offered the hilt to the young chieftain's\ngrasp; at the same time Torquil of the Oak unfurled the pennon of the\ntribe, and swung it repeatedly over Eachin's head, who, with singular\ngrace and dexterity, brandished the huge claymore as in its defence.The guests raised a yelling shout to testify their acceptance of the\npatriarchal chief who claimed their allegiance, nor was there any who,\nin the graceful and agile youth before them, was disposed to recollect\nthe subject of sinister vaticinations.As he stood in glittering mail,\nresting on the long sword, and acknowledging by gracious gestures the\nacclamations which rent the air within, without, and around, Simon\nGlover was tempted to doubt whether this majestic figure was that of the\nsame lad whom he had often treated with little ceremony, and began to\nhave some apprehension of the consequences of having done so.A\ngeneral burst of minstrelsy succeeded to the acclamations, and rock and\ngreenwood rang to harp and pipes, as lately to shout and yell of woe.It would be tedious to pursue the progress of the inaugural feast, or\ndetail the pledges that were quaffed to former heroes of the clan, and\nabove all to the twenty-nine brave galloglasses who were to fight in the\napproaching conflict, under the eye and leading of their young chief.The bards, assuming in old times the prophetic character combined with\ntheir own, ventured to assure them of the most distinguished victory,\nand to predict the fury with which the blue falcon, the emblem of the\nClan Quhele", "question": "What is the bathroom north of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "It was approaching sunset when a bowl, called the grace cup, made of\noak, hooped with silver, was handed round the table as the signal of\ndispersion, although it was left free to any who chose a longer carouse\nto retreat to any of the outer bothies.As for Simon Glover, the\nBooshalloch conducted him to a small hut, contrived, it would seem,\nfor the use of a single individual, where a bed of heath and moss was\narranged as well as the season would permit, and an ample supply of\nsuch delicacies as the late feast afforded showed that all care had been\ntaken for the inhabitant's accommodation.\"Do not leave this hut,\" said the Booshalloch, taking leave of his\nfriend and protege: \"this is your place of rest.But apartments are lost\non such a night of confusion, and if the badger leaves his hole the toad\nwill creep into it.\"To Simon Glover this arrangement was by no means disagreeable.He had\nbeen wearied by the noise of the day, and felt desirous of repose.The bedroom is south of the kitchen.The bathroom is north of the kitchen.After\neating, therefore, a morsel, which his appetite scarce required, and\ndrinking a cup of wine to expel the cold, he muttered his evening\nprayer, wrapt himself in his cloak, and lay down on a couch which old\nacquaintance had made familiar and easy to him.Doubtless our friend of the _Agamemnon_ was telling this and all\nhis other stories to an admiring circle of tourists, for we saw the\nLand's End covered with a moving swarm like black flies.How thankful\nwe felt that we had \"done\" it on a Sunday!Still, we were pleased\nto have another gaze at it, with its line of picturesque rocks, the\nArmed Knight and the Irish Lady--though, I confess, I never could make\nout which was the knight and which was the lady.Can it be that some\nfragment of the legend of Tristram and Iseult originated these names?After several sweet lazy hours, we went through a \"fish-cellar,\" a\nlittle group of cottages, and climbed a headland, to take our veritable\nfarewell of the Land's End, and then decided to go home.We had rolled\nor thrown our provision basket, rugs, &c., down the sandy <DW72>, but it\nwas another thing to carry them up again.I went in quest of a small\nboy, and there presented himself a big man, coastguard, as the only\nunemployed hand in the place, who apologised with such a magnificent\nair for not having \"cleaned\" himself, that I almost blushed to ask\nhim to do such a menial service as to carry a bundle of wraps.But\nhe accepted it, conversing amiably as we went, and giving me a most\ngraphic picture of life at Sennen during the winter.When he left me,\nmaking a short cut to our encampment--a black dot on the sands, with\ntwo moving black dots near it--a fisher wife joined me, and of her own\naccord began a conversation.", "question": "What is the kitchen north of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The bathroom is east of the hallway.She and I fraternised at once, chiefly on the subject of children, a\ngroup of whom were descending the road from Sennen School.She told me\nhow many of them were hers, and what prizes they had gained, and what\nhard work it was.She could neither read nor write, she said, but she\nliked her children to be good scholars, and they learnt a deal up at\nSennen.Apparently they did, and something else besides learning, for when I\nhad parted from my loquacious friend, I came up to the group just in\ntime to prevent a stand-up fight between two small mites, the _casus\nbelli_ of which I could no more arrive at, than a great many wiser\npeople can discover the origin of national wars.So I thought the\nstrong hand of \"intervention\"--civilised intervention--was best, and\nput an end to it, administering first a good scolding, and then a coin.The division of this coin among the little party compelled an extempore\nsum in arithmetic, which I required them to do (for the excellent\nreason that I couldn't do it myself!)Therefore I\nconclude that the heads of the Sennen school-children are as solid as\ntheir fists, and equally good for use.[Illustration: ON THE ROAD TO ST.which as the fisher wife told me, only goes to\nPenzance about once a year, and is, as yet, innocent of tourists, for\nthe swarm at the Land's End seldom goes near Whitesand Bay.Existence\nhere must be very much that of an oyster,--but perhaps oysters are\nhappy.By the time we reached Penzance the lovely day was dying into an\nequally lovely evening.It was high water, the bay was all alive with boats, and there was\nquite a little crowd of people gathered at the mild little station of\nMarazion.The office is east of the bathroom.A princess was expected, that young half-English, half-foreign\nprincess, in whose romantic story the British public has taken such an\ninterest, sympathising with the motherly kindness of our good Queen,\nwith the wedding at Windsor, and the sad little infant funeral there,\na year after.The Princess Frederica of Hanover, and the Baron Von\nPawel-Rammingen, her father's secretary, who, like a stout mediaeval\nknight, had loved, wooed, and married her, were coming to St.Michael's\nMount on a visit to the St.Marazion had evidently roused itself, and risen to the occasion.Half\nthe town must have turned out to the beach, and the other half secured\nevery available boat, in which it followed, at respectful distance,\nthe two boats, one full of luggage, the other of human beings, which\nwere supposed to be the royal party.People speculated with earnest\ncuriosity, which was the princess, and which her husband, and what the\nSt.Aubyns would do with them; whether they would be taken to see the\nLand's End, and whether they would go there as ordinary tourists, or in\na grand visit of state.How hard it is that", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "How they must long\nsometimes for a walk, after the fashion of Haroun Alraschid, up and\ndown Regent Street and Oxford Street!or an incognito foreign tour, or\neven a solitary country walk, without a \"lady-in-waiting.\"We had no opera-glass to add to the many levelled at those two boats,\nso we went in--hoping host and guests would spend a pleasant evening in\nthe lovely old rooms we knew.We spent ours in rest, and in arranging\nfor to-morrow's flight.Also in consulting with our kindly landlady\nas to a possible house at Marazion for some friends whom the winter\nmight drive southwards, like the swallows, to a climate which, in this\none little bay shut out from east and north, is--they told us--during\nall the cruel months which to many of us means only enduring life, not\nliving--as mild and equable almost as the Mediterranean shores.And\nfinally, we settled all with our faithful Charles, who looked quite\nmournful at parting with his ladies.\"Yes, it is rather a long drive, and pretty lonely,\" said he.\"But I'll\nwait till the moons up, and that'll help us.We'll get into Falmouth\nby daylight.I've got to do the same thing often enough through the\nsummer, so I don't mind it.\"Thus said the good fellow, putting a cheery face on it, then with a\nhasty \"Good-bye, ladies,\" he rushed away.But we had taken his address,\nnot meaning to lose sight of him.(Nor have we done so up to this date\nof writing; and the fidelity has been equal on both sides.)The garden is east of the bathroom.Then, in the midst of a peal of bells which was kept up unweariedly\ntill 10 P.M.--evidently Marazion is not blessed with the sight\nof a princess every day--we closed our eyes upon all outward things,\nand went away to the Land of Nod.DAY THE THIRTEENTH\n\n\nInto King Arthurs land--Tintagel his birth-place, and Camelford,\nwhere he fought his last battle--the legendary region of which one\nmay believe as much or as little as one pleases--we were going\nto-day.'My wandering boy' was followed by a choice selection of choruses of\nwell-known music-hall songs, including 'Goodbye, my Bluebell', 'The\nHoneysuckle and the Bee', 'I've got 'em!'and 'The Church Parade', the\nwhole being tastefully varied and interspersed with howls, shrieks,\ncurses, catcalls, and downward explosions of flatulence.In the midst of the uproar Crass came upstairs.Suppose Nimrod\nwas to come back!''Oh, he ain't comin' any more today,' said Harlow, recklessly.'Besides, what if 'e does come?''Well, we never know; and for that matter Rushton or Sweater might come\nat any minit.'The bathroom is east of the office.With this, Crass went muttering back to the scullery", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "At ten minutes to one they all ceased work, put away their colours and\nlocked up the house.There were a number of 'empties' to be taken away\nand left at the yard on their way to the office; these Crass divided\namongst the others--carrying nothing himself--and then they all set out\nfor the office to get their money, cracking jokes as they went along.Harlow and Easton enlivened the journey by coughing significantly\nwhenever they met a young woman, and audibly making some complimentary\nremark about her personal appearance.If the girl smiled, each of them\neagerly claimed to have'seen her first', but if she appeared offended\nor'stuck up', they suggested that she was cross-cut or that she had\nbeen eating vinegar with a fork.Now and then they kissed their hands\naffectionately to servant-girls whom they saw looking out of windows.Some of these girls laughed, others looked indignant, but whichever way\nthey took it was equally amusing to Crass and the rest, who were like a\ncrowd of boys just let out of school.It will be remembered that there was a back door to Rushton's office;\nin this door was a small sliding panel or trap-door with a little shelf\nat the bottom.The men stood in the road on the pavement outside the\nclosed door, their money being passed out to them through the sliding\npanel.As there was no shelter, when it rained they occasionally got\nwet through while waiting to be paid.The hallway is east of the kitchen.With some firms it is customary\nto call out the names of the men and pay them in order of seniority or\nability, but there was no such system here; the man who got to the\naperture first was paid first, and so on.The bathroom is west of the kitchen.The result was that there\nwas always a sort of miniature 'Battle of Life', the men pushing and\nstruggling against each other as if their lives depended upon their\nbeing paid by a certain time.On the ledge of the little window through which their money was passed\nthere was always a Hospital collection-box.Every man put either a\npenny or twopence into this box.Of course, it was not compulsory to\ndo so, but they all did, because they felt that any man who omitted to\ncontribute might be'marked'.They did not all agree with contributing\nto the Hospital, for several reasons.They knew that the doctors at\nthe Hospital made a practice of using the free patients to make\nexperiments upon, and they also knew that the so-called 'free' patients\nwho contribute so very largely directly to the maintenance of such\ninstitutions, get scant consideration when they apply for the 'free'\ntreatment, and are plainly given to understand that they are receiving\n'charity'.Some of the men thought that, considering the extent to\nwhich they contributed, they should be entitled to attention as a right.After receiving their wages, Crass, Easton, Bundy, Philpot, Harlow and\na few others adjourned to the Cricketers for a drink.Owen went away\nalone, and Slyme also went on by himself.There was no use waiting for\nEaston to", "question": "What is east of the kitchen?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "On his way home, in accordance with his usual custom, Slyme called at\nthe Post Office to put some of his wages in the bank.The hallway is south of the bathroom.Like most other\n'Christians', he believed in taking thought for the morrow, what he\nshould eat and drink and wherewithal he was to be clothed.He thought\nit wise to layup for himself as much treasure upon earth as possible.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.The fact that Jesus said that His disciples were not to do these things\nmade no more difference to Slyme's conduct than it does to the conduct\nof any other 'Christian'.They are all agreed that when Jesus said\nthis He meant something else: and all the other inconvenient things\nthat Jesus said are disposed of in the same way.For instance, these\n'disciples' assure us that when Jesus said, 'Resist not evil', 'If a\nman smite thee upon he right cheek turn unto him also the left', He\nreally meant 'Turn on to him a Maxim gun; disembowel him with a bayonet\nor batter in his skull with the butt end of a rifle!'When He said,\n'If one take thy coat, give him thy cloak also,' the 'Christians' say\nthat what He really meant was: 'If one take thy coat, give him six\nmonths' hard labour.A few of the followers of Jesus admit that He\nreally did mean just what He said, but they say that the world would\nnever be able to go on if they followed out His teachings!It is probably the effect that Jesus intended His teachings to\nproduce.It is altogether improbable that He wished the world to\ncontinue along its present lines.But, if these pretended followers\nreally think--as they say that they do--that the teachings of Jesus are\nridiculous and impracticable, why continue the hypocritical farce of\ncalling themselves 'Christians' when they don't really believe in or\nfollow Him at all?As Jesus himself pointed out, there's no sense in calling Him 'Lord,\nLord' when they do not the things that He said.This banking transaction finished, Slyme resumed his homeward way,\nstopping only to purchase some sweets at a confectioner's.He spent a\nwhole sixpence at once in this shop on a glass jar of sweets for the\nbaby.Ruth was not surprised when she saw him come in alone; it was the usual\nthing since Easton had become so friendly with Crass.She made no reference to his absence, but Slyme noticed with secret\nchagrin that she was annoyed and disappointed.She was just finishing\nscrubbing the kitchen floor and little Freddie was sitting up in a\nbaby's high chair that had a little shelf or table fixed in front of\nit.To keep him amused while she did her work, Ruth had given him a\npiece of bread and raspberry jam, which the child had rubbed all over\nhis face and into his scalp, evidently being under the impression that\nit was something for the improvement of the complexion, or a cure for\nbaldness.In the morning, this demure maid-of-all-work will be in her calico dress\nwith her sleeves rolled up over her strong white arms, but", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "[Illustration: A BUSY MORNING]\n\nAlice Lemaitre, however, was a far different type of femme de menage\nthan any of the gossiping daughters of old Pere Valois, and her lot was\nharder, for one night she left her home in one of the provincial towns,\nwhen barely sixteen, and found herself in Paris with three francs to her\nname and not a friend in this big pleasure-loving city to turn to.After\nmany days of privation, she became bonne to a woman known as Yvette de\nMarcie, a lady with a bad temper and many jewels, to whom little Alice,\nwith her rosy cheeks and bright eyes and willing disposition to work in\norder to live, became a person upon whom this fashionable virago of a\ndemi-mondaine vented the worst that was in her--and there was much of\nthis--until Alice went out into the world again.She next found\nemployment at a baker's, where she was obliged to get up at four in the\nmorning, winter and summer, and deliver the long loaves of bread at the\ndifferent houses; but the work was too hard and she left.The baker paid\nher a trifle a week for her labor, while the attractive Yvette de Marcie\nturned her into the street without her wages.The bedroom is east of the kitchen.It was while delivering\nbread one morning to an atelier in the rue des Dames, that she chanced\nto meet a young painter who was looking for a good femme de menage to\nrelieve his artistic mind from the worries of housekeeping.The office is west of the kitchen.Little Alice\nfairly cried when the good painter told her she might come at twenty\nfrancs a month, which was more money than this very grateful and brave\nlittle Brittany girl had ever known before.[Illustration: (brocanteur shop front)]\n\n\"You see, monsieur, one must do one's best whatever one undertakes,\"\nsaid Alice to me; \"I have tried every profession, and now I am a good\nfemme de menage, and I am 'bien contente.'No,\" she continued, \"I shall\nnever marry, for one's independence is worth more than anything else.When one marries,\" she said earnestly, her little brow in a frown,\n\"one's life is lost; I am young and strong, and I have courage, and so I\ncan work hard.One should be content when one is not cold and hungry,\nand I have been many times that, monsieur.Once I worked in a fabrique,\nwhere, all day, we painted the combs of china roosters a bright red for\nbon-bon boxes--hundreds and hundreds of them until I used to see them in\nmy dreams; but the fabrique failed, for the patron ran away with the\nwife of a Russian.He was a very stupid man to have done that, monsieur,\nfor he had a very nice wife of his own--a pretty brunette, with a\ncharming figure; but you see, monsieur, in Paris it is always that way.C'est toujours comme ca", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "CHAPTER VI\n\n\"AT MARCEL LEGAY'S\"\n\n\nJust off the Boulevard St.Michel and up the narrow little rue Cujas,\nyou will see at night the name \"Marcel Legay\" illumined in tiny\ngas-jets.This is a cabaret of chansonniers known as \"Le Grillon,\" where\na dozen celebrated singing satirists entertain an appreciative audience\nin the stuffy little hall serving as an auditorium.Here, nightly, as\nthe piece de resistance--and late on the programme (there is no printed\none)--you will hear the Bard of Montmartre, Marcel Legay, raconteur,\npoet, musician, and singer; the author of many of the most popular songs\nof Montmartre, and a veteran singer in the cabarets.[Illustration: MARCEL LEGAY]\n\nFrom these cabarets of the student quarters come many of the cleverest\nand most beautiful songs.Here men sing their own creations, and they\nhave absolute license to sing or say what they please; there is no\nmincing of words, and many times these rare bohemians do not take the\ntrouble to hide their clever songs and satires under a double entente.The bathroom is north of the hallway.The hallway is north of the kitchen.No celebrated man or woman, known in art or letters, or connected with\nthe Government--from the soldier to the good President of the Republique\nFrancaise--is spared.The eccentricity of each celebrity is caught by\nthem, and used in song or recitation.Besides these personal caricatures, the latest political questions of\nthe day--religion and the haut monde--come in for a large share of\ngood-natured satire.To be cleverly caricatured is an honor, and should\nevince no ill-feeling, especially from these clever singing comedians,\nwho are the best of fellows at heart; whose songs are clever but never\nvulgar; who sing because they love to sing; and whose versatility\nenables them to create the broadest of satires, and, again, a little\nsong with words so pure, so human, and so pathetic, that the applause\nthat follows from the silent room of listeners comes spontaneously from\nthe heart.It is not to be wondered at that \"The Grillon\" of Marcel Legay's is a\npopular haunt of the habitues of the Quarter, who crowd the dingy little\nroom nightly.You enter the \"Grillon\" by way of the bar, and at the\nfurther end of the bar-room is a small anteroom, its walls hung in\nclever posters and original drawings.This anteroom serves as a sort of\ngreen-room for the singers and their friends; here they chat at the\nlittle tables between their songs--since there is no stage--and through\nthis anteroom both audience and singers pass into the little hall.There\nis the informality of one of our own \"smokers\" about the whole affair.Furthermore, no women sing in \"Le Grillon\"--a cabaret in this respect is\ndifferent from a cafe concert, which resembles very much our smaller\nvariety shows.A small upright piano, and", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "In the anteroom, four of the singers are smoking and chatting at the\nlittle tables.One of them is a tall, serious-looking fellow, in a black\nfrock coat.He peers out through his black-rimmed eyeglasses with the\nsolemnity of an owl--but you should hear his songs!--they treat of the\nlighter side of life, I assure you.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.Another singer has just finished his\nturn, and comes out of the smoky hall, wiping the perspiration from his\nshort, fat neck.The audience is still applauding his last song, and he\nrushes back through the faded green velvet portieres to bow his thanks.Miss Clark\nreads to us from the \"Life of Queen Elizabeth\" and we write it down in a\nbook and keep it.I always spell \"until\" with\ntwo l's and she has to mark it every time.I hope I will learn how to\nspell it after a while._Saturday, December 9._--We took our music lessons to-day.Miss Hattie\nHeard is our teacher and she says we are getting along well.Anna\npracticed her lesson over sixty-five times this morning before breakfast\nand can play \"Mary to the Saviour's Tomb\" as fast as a waltz.We chose sides and spelled down at school to-day.Julia Phelps and I\nstood up the last and both went down on the same word--eulogism.I don't\nsee the use of that \"e.\"Miss Clark gave us twenty words which we had to\nbring into some stories which we wrote.This evening as we sat before the fire place with Grandmother, she\ntaught us how to play \"Cat's Cradle,\" with a string on our fingers._December 25._--Uncle Edward Richards sent us a basket of lovely things\nfrom New York for Christmas.Books and dresses for Anna and me, a\nkaleidoscope, large cornucopias of candy, and games, one of them being\nbattledore and shuttlecock.Grandmother says we will have to wait until\nspring to play it, as it takes so much room.I wish all the little girls\nin the world had an Uncle Edward.1854\n\n\n_January 1, 1854._--About fifty little boys and girls at intervals\nknocked at the front door to-day, to wish us Happy New Year.We had\npennies and cakes and apples ready for them.The office is north of the bedroom.The pennies, especially,\nseemed to attract them and we noticed the same ones several times.Aunt\nMary Carr made lovely New Year cakes with a pretty flower stamped on\nbefore they were baked._February_ 4, 1854.--We heard to-day of the death of our little\nhalf-sister, Julia Dey Richards, in Penn Yan, yesterday, and I felt so\nsorry I couldn't sleep last night so I made up some verses about her and\nthis morning wrote them down and gave them to Grandfather.He liked them\nso well he wanted me to show them to Miss Clark and ask her to revise\nthem.I did and she said she would hand them to her sister Mary to\ncorrect.When she handed them back they", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "_Saturday._--Anna and I went to call on Miss Upham to-day.She is a real\nold lady and lives with her niece, Mrs.Our mother used to go to school to her at the Seminary.Miss Upham said\nto Anna, \"Your mother was a lovely woman.You are not at all like her,\ndear.\"The hallway is west of the bedroom.I told Anna she meant in looks I was sure, but Anna was afraid\nshe didn't.Daggett's text this morning was the 22nd chapter of\nRevelation, 16th verse, \"I am the root and offspring of David and the\nbright and morning star.\"Judge Taylor taught our Sunday School\nclass to-day and she said we ought not to read our S. S. books on\nSunday.Mine to-day was entitled, \"Cheap Repository Tracts\nby Hannah More,\" and it did not seem unreligious at all._Tuesday._--A gentleman visited our school to-day whom we had never\nseen.The office is west of the hallway.When he came in, Miss Clark said,\n\"Young ladies,\" and we all stood up and bowed and said his name in\nconcert.Grandfather says he would rather have us go to school to Miss\nClark than any one else because she teaches us manners as well as books.We girls think that he is a very particular friend of Miss Clark.He is\nvery nice looking, but we don't know where he lives.Laura Chapin says\nhe is an architect.I looked it up in the dictionary and it says one who\nplans or designs.I hope he does not plan to get married to Miss Clark\nand take her away and break up the school, but I presume he does, for\nthat is usually the way._Monday._--There was a minister preached in our church last night and\nsome people say he is the greatest minister in the world.Grandmother said I could go with our girl, Hannah\nWhite.We sat under the gallery, in Miss Antoinette Pierson's pew.There\nwas a great crowd and he preached good.Grandmother says that our mother\nwas a Christian when she was ten years old and joined the church and she\nshowed us some sermons that mother used to write down when she was\nseventeen years old, after she came home from church, and she has kept\nthem all these years.I think children in old times were not as bad as\nthey are now.Judge Taylor sent for me to come over to see her\nto-day.I didn't know what she wanted, but when I got there she said she\nwanted to talk and pray with me on the subject of religion.She took me\ninto one of the wings.I never had been in there before and was\nfrightened at first, but it was nice after I got used to it.After she\nprayed, she asked me to, but I couldn't think of anything but \"Now I lay\nme down to sleep,\" and I was afraid she would not like that, so I didn't\nsay anything.When I got home and told Anna, she said, \"Caroline, I\npresume probably Mrs.Taylor wants you to be a Missionary, but I shan't", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "I told her she needn't worry for I would have to stay at\nhome and look after her.After school to-night I went out into Abbie\nClark's garden with her and she taught me how to play \"mumble te peg.\"I am afraid Grandmother won't give me a\nknife to play with.Abbie Clark has beautiful <DW29>s in her garden and\ngave me some roots._April 1._--This is April Fool's Day.It is not a very pleasant day, but\nI am not very pleasant either.The bedroom is south of the garden.I spent half an hour this morning very\npleasantly writing a letter to my Father but just as I had finished it,\nGrandmother told me something to write which I did not wish to and I\nspoke quite disrespectfully, but I am real sorry and I won't do so any\nmore.Lucilla and Louisa Field were over to our house to dinner to-day.In the afternoon, Grandmother told me that I\nmight go over to Aunt Ann's on condition that I would not stay, but I\nstayed too long and got my indian rubbers real muddy and Grandmother did\nnot like it.I then ate my supper and went to bed at ten minutes to\neight o'clock._Monday, April 3._--I got up this morning at quarter before six o'clock.I then read my three chapters in the Bible, and soon after ate my\nbreakfast, which consisted of ham and eggs and buckwheat cakes.I then\ntook a morning walk in the garden and rolled my hoop.I went to school\nat quarter before 9 o'clock.The office is north of the garden.Miss Clark has us recite a verse of\nscripture in response to roll call and my text for the morning was the\n8th verse of the 6th chapter of Matthew, \"Be ye not therefore like unto\nthem; for your Father knoweth what things ye have need of before ye ask\nhim.\"Now by these\ntwo means we may also know the difference which is between Men and\nBeasts: For 'tis a very remarkable thing, that there are no men so dull\nand so stupid, without excepting those who are out of their wits, but\nare capable to rank severall words together, and of them to compose a\nDiscourse, by which they make known their thoughts: and that on the\ncontrary, there is no other creature, how perfect or happily soever\nbrought forth, which can do the like.The which happens, not because\nthey want organs; for we know, that Pyes and Parrots can utter words\neven as we can, and yet cannot speak like us; that is to say, with\nevidence that they think what they say.Whereas Men, being born deaf and\ndumb, and deprived of those organs which seem to make others speak, as\nmuch or more then beasts, usually invent of themselves to be understood\nby those, who commonly being with them, have the leisure to learn their\nexpressions.And this not onely witnesseth, that Beasts have lesse\nreason than men, but that they have none at all.For we see there needs\nnot much to learn to speak: and forasmuch as we observe inequality\namong", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The hallway is south of the kitchen.And we ought not to confound words with naturall motions,\nwhich witness passions, and may be imitated by Machines aswell as by\nAnimals; nor think (as some of the Ancients) that beasts speak, although\nwe do not understand their language: for if it were true, since they\nhave divers organs which relate to ours, they could aswell make\nthemselves understood by us, as by their like.Its likewise very\nremarkable that although there are divers creatures which express more\nindustry then we in some one of their actions; yet we may well perceive,\nthat the same shew none at all in many others: So that what they do\nbetter then we, proves not at all that they have reason; for by that\nreckoning they would have more then any of us, and would do better in\nall other things; but rather, that they have none at all, and that its\nNature onely which works in them according to the disposition of their\norgans.As wee see a Clock, which is onely composed of wheels and\nsprings, can reckon the hours, and measure the times more exactly then\nwe can with all our prudence.The kitchen is south of the garden.After this I had described the reasonable Soul, and made it appear, that\nit could no way be drawn from the power of the Matter, as other things\nwhereof I had spoken; but that it ought to have been expresly created:\nAnd how it suffiseth not for it to be lodg'd in our humane body as a\nPilot in his ship, to move its members onely; but also that its\nnecessary it be joyned and united more strongly therewith to have\nthoughts and appetites like ours, and so make a reall man.I have here dilated my self a little on the subject of the Soul, by\nreason 'tis of most importance; for, next the errour of those who deny\nGod, which I think I have already sufficiently confuted, there is none\nwhich sooner estrangeth feeble minds from the right way of vertue, then\nto imagine that the soul of beasts is of the same nature as ours, and\nthat consequently we have nothing to fear nor hope after this life, no\nmore then flies or ants.Whereas, when we know how different they are,\nwe comprehend much better the reasons which prove that ours is of a\nnature wholly independing from the body, and consequently that it is not\nsubject to die with it.And that when we see no other cause which\ndestroys it, we are naturally thence moved to judge that it's immortall.Its now three years since I ended the Treatise which contains all these\nthings, and that I began to review it, to send it afterwards to the\nPresse, when I understood, that persons to whom I submit, and whose\nauthority can no lesse command my actions, then my own Reason doth my\nthoughts, had disapproved an opinion in Physicks, published a little\nbefore by another; of which I will not say that I was, but that indeed I\nhad observed nothing therein, before their censure, which I could have\nimagined prejudiciall either to Religion or the State; or", "question": "What is the garden north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The kitchen is west of the garden.And this made me fear, lest in the same manner\nthere might be found some one amongst mine, in which I might have been\nmistaken; notwithstanding the great care I always had to admit no new\nones into my belief, of which I had not most certain demonstrations; and\nnot to write such as might turn to the disadvantage of any body.Which\nwas sufficient to oblige me to change my resolution of publishing them.For although the reasons for which I had first of all taken it, were\nvery strong; yet my inclination, which alwayes made me hate the trade of\nBook-making, presently found me out others enough to excuse my self from\nit.And these reasons on the one and other side are such, that I am not\nonly somewhat concern'd to speak them; but happily the Publick also to\nknow them.I never did much esteem those things which proceeded from mine own\nbrain; and so long as I have gathered no other fruits from the Method I\nuse, but onely that I have satisfied my self in some difficulties which\nbelong to speculative Sciences, or at least endeavoured to regulate my\nManners by the reasons it taught me, I thought my self not obliged to\nwrite any thing of them.For, as for what concerns Manners, every one\nabounds so much in his own sense, That we may finde as many Reformers as\nheads, were it permitted to others, besides those whom God hath\nestablished as Soveraigns over his people, or at least, to whom he hath\ndispensed grace and zeal enough to be Prophets, to undertake the change\nof any thing therein.And although my Speculations did very much please\nme, I did beleeve that other men also had some, which perhaps pleas'd\nthem more.EGGS--Three or four; bluish, yellowish white, or brownish, spotted,\nblotched, and dotted irregularly with many shades of reddish brown.=AMERICAN GRAY FOX.=--_Vulpes virginianus._\n\nRANGE--Throughout the United States.=AMERICAN GRAY SQUIRREL.=--_Sciurus carolinensis._\n\nRANGE--United States generally.=PECTORAL SANDPIPER.=--_Tringa maculata._\n\nRANGE--North, Central, and South America, breeding in the Arctic\nregions.EGGS--Four, of a drab ground color, with a greenish shade in some\ncases, and are spotted and blotched with umber brown, varying in\ndistribution on different specimens, as is usual among waders' eggs.+----------------------------------------------------------------- +\n  | Transcriber's Note:                                              |\n  |                                                       The garden is west of the office.", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "|\n  |                                                                  |\n  | Punctuation and spelling were made consistent when a predominant |\n  | form was found in this book; otherwise they were not changed.|\n  |                                                                  |\n  | Ambiguous hyphens at the ends of lines were retained.|\n  |                                                                  |\n  | Duplicated section headings have been omitted.The garden is south of the bedroom.|\n  |                                                                  |\n  | Italicized words are surrounded by underline characters,         |\n  | _like this_.Words in bold characters are surrounded by equal    |\n  | signs, =like this=.|\n  |                                                                  |\n  | The Contents table was added by the transcriber.|\n  +------------------------------------------------------------------+\n\n\n\n\n\nEnd of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Birds and all Nature, Vol.The keys of the pedal are of wood; the instrument requires\nnot only great dexterity but also a considerable physical power.It\nis astonishing how rapidly passages can be executed upon it by the\nplayer, who is generally the organist of the church in which he acts as\n_carilloneur_.When engaged in the last-named capacity he usually wears\nleathern gloves to protect his fingers, as they are otherwise apt to\nbecome ill fit for the more delicate treatment of the organ.The bedroom is south of the hallway.The want of a contrivance in the _carillon_ for stopping the vibration\nhas the effect of making rapid passages, if heard near, sound as a\nconfused noise; only at some distance are they tolerable.It must be\nremembered that the _carillon_ is intended especially to be heard from\na distance.Successions of tones which form a consonant chord, and", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The kitchen is north of the office.Indeed, every musical instrument possesses certain characteristics\nwhich render it especially suitable for the production of some\nparticular effects.The bedroom is south of the office.The invention of a new instrument of music has,\ntherefore, not unfrequently led to the adoption of new effects in\ncompositions.Take the pianoforte, which was invented in the beginning\nof the eighteenth century, and which has now obtained so great a\npopularity: its characteristics inspired our great composers to the\ninvention of effects, or expressions, which cannot be properly rendered\non any other instrument, however superior in some respects it may be to\nthe pianoforte.Thus also the improvements which have been made during\nthe present century in the construction of our brass instruments, and\nthe invention of several new brass instruments, have evidently been\nnot without influence upon the conceptions displayed in our modern\norchestral works.Imperfect though this essay may be it will probably have convinced\nthe reader that a reference to the history of the music of different\nnations elucidates many facts illustrative of our own musical\ninstruments, which to the unprepared observer must appear misty and\nimpenetrable.In truth, it is with this study as with any other\nscientific pursuit.The unassisted eye sees only faint nebul\u00e6 where\nwith the aid of the telescope bright stars are revealed.Al-Farabi, a great performer on the lute, 57\n\n  American Indian instruments, 59, 77\n\n    \"      value of inquiry, 59\n\n    \"      trumpets, 67\n\n    \"      theories as to origin from musical instruments, 80\n\n  Arab instruments very numerous, 56\n\n  Archlute, 109, 115\n\n  Ashantee trumpet, 2\n\n  Asor explained, 19\n\n  Assyrian instruments, 16\n\n  \u201cAulos,\u201d 32\n\n\n  Bagpipe, Hebrew, 23\n\n    \"      Greek, 31\n\n    \"      Celtic, 119\n\n  Barbiton, 31, 34\n\n  Bells, Hebrew, 25\n\n    \"    Peruvian, 75\n\n    \"    and ringing, 121-123\n\n  Blasius, Saint, the manuscript, 86\n\n  Bones, traditions about them, 47\n\n    \"    made into flutes, 64\n\n  Bottles, as musical instruments, 71\n\n  Bow, see Violin\n\n  Bruce, his discovery of harps on frescoes, 11\n\n\n  Capistrum, 35\n\n  Carillon, 121, 124\n\n  Catgut, how made, 1\n\n  Chanterelle, 114\n\n  Chelys, 30\n\n  Chinese instruments, 38\n\n    \"     bells, 40\n\n    \"     drum, 44\n\n    \"     flutes, 45\n\n    \"     board of music, 80\n\n  Chorus, 99\n\n  Cimbal, or dulcimer, 5\n\n  Cithara, 86\n\n    \"   Anglican, 92\n\n  Cit", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "1867, from\n  which the above particulars are taken.Footnote 195:\n\n  It is understood that it too has been explored, but no account of the\n  result has yet reached this country, and such rumours as have reached\n  are too vague to be quoted.Footnote 196:\n\n  \u2018De Situ Orbis,\u2019 I. vi.Footnote 197:\n\n  For plan of same, see Prof.Middleton\u2019s \u2018Ancient Rome,\u2019 1891.Footnote 198:\n\n  By an oversight this difference is not expressed in the woodcut.Footnote 200:\n\n  These are well epitomised by Gibbon, Book xlvi.Footnote 201:\n\n  Journal of the Royal Geographical Society, ix.Footnote 202:\n\n  The sixth great Oriental monarchy; or the geography, history and\n  antiquities of Parthia, &c., 1873.Footnote 203:\n\n  These inscriptions were all copied by Consul Taylor, and brought home\n  to this country.The bathroom is west of the garden.I never could learn, however, that they were\n  translated.I feel certain they were never published, and cannot find\n  out what has become of them.Footnote 204:\n\n  These are expedients for filling up the corners of square lower\n  storeys on which it is intended to place a circular superstructure.They somewhat resemble very large brackets or great coves placed in an\n  angle.Examples of them are shown on page 434 when speaking of\n  Byzantine architecture, and others will be found in the chapter on\n  Mahomedan Architecture in India, in vol.Footnote 205:\n\n  These three buildings probably date as near as may be one century from\n  each other, thus\u2014\n\n                          Serbistan         A.D.350\n                          Firouzabad             450\n                          Ctesiphon              550\n\n                    To which we may now add\n\n                          Mashita                620\n\n  A bare skeleton, which it will require much time and labour to clothe\n  with flesh and restore to life.The hallway is east of the garden.Footnote 206:\n\n  \u2018The Land of Moab,\u2019 by H. B. Tristram, M. A., &c. Murray, 1873.As all\n  the information respecting the palace is contained in that book, pp.195 to 215, all the illustrations here used are taken from it, it will\n  not be necessary to refer to it again.For further information on the\n  subject the reader is referred to that work.Footnote 207", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Footnote 208:\n\n  The plan made by Dr.Tristram\u2019s party, which is all we yet have, was\n  only a hurried sketch, and cannot be depended upon for minute details.Footnote 209:\n\n  Flandin and Coste, vol.Footnote 210:\n\n  Texier and Pullan.\u2018Byzantine Architecture.\u2019 4to.Footnote 211:\n\n  Ruskin, \u2018Stones of Venice,\u2019 vol.Footnote 212:\n\n  \u2018L\u2019art Antique de la Perse,\u2019 by Marcel Dieulafoy.Footnote 213:\n\n  In the Museum at Pesth are a number of objects of Egyptian art, said\n  to have been found in this quarter.Is it too much to assume the\n  pre-existence of a Ph\u0153nician or Egyptian colony here before the Roman\n  times?Footnote 214:\n\n  As a matter of fact, 12th century would be more exact; nearly all the\n  chief problems of pointed arch construction in intersecting vaulting\n  having been worked out before the close of that century.Footnote 215:\n\n  [The domical construction of the vaults of the two great cisterns\n  erected by Constantine, the Binbirderek, or thousand-and-one columns,\n  and the Yeri Batan Sera\u00ef, both in Constantinople, suggests that there\n  already existed in the East a method of vaulting entirely different\n  from that which obtained in Rome, and which may have been a\n  traditional method handed down even from Assyrian times.\u2014ED.]Footnote 216:\n\n  \u2018Syrie Centrale: Architecture civile et religieuse du I^{er} au\n  VII^{me} Si\u00e8cle.Par le Comte Melchior de Vog\u00fc\u00e9.\u2019\n\nFootnote 217:\n\n  \u2018Byzantine Architecture,\u2019 by Texier and Pullan.Footnote 218:\n\n  De Vog\u00fc\u00e9, \u2018\u00c9glises de la Terre Sainte,\u2019 p.The bedroom is south of the garden.Footnote 219:\n\n  For a careful analytical description of the church, see Professor\n  Willis, \u2018Architectural History of the Holy Sepulchre,\u2019 London, 1849.Footnote 220:\n\n  The particulars for these churches are taken from Texier and Pullan\u2019s\n  splendid work on Byzantine architecture published by Day, 1864.Footnote 221:\n\n  Another very small church, that of Moudjeleia, though under 50 ft.square, seems to have adopted the same hyp\u00e6thral arrangement.Footnote 222:\n\n  A great deal of very irrelevant matter has been written about these\n  \u201cgiant cities of Bashan,\u201d as if their age were a matter of doubt.There is nothing in the Hauran which can by any possibility date\n  before the time of Roman supremacy in the country.The very earliest\n  now existing are probably subsequent to the destruction of Jerusalem\n  by Titus.Footnote 223:\n\n  The constructive dimensions of the porch at Chillambaram (p.The office is south of the bedroom.History of Indian and Eastern Architecture, 1876.)are very similar to\n  those of this church: both have flat stone roofs, but in the", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Footnote 224:\n\n  These are all given in colours in Texier and Pullan\u2019s beautiful work\n  on Byzantine architecture, from which all the particulars regarding\n  this church are taken.Footnote 225:\n\n  A wayside retreat or shelter.Footnote 226:\n\n  A restoration of the church from Procopius\u2019s description, \u2018De\n  \u00c6dificiis,\u2019 lib.iv., will be found in H\u00fcbsch, \u2018Altchristliche\n  Baukunst,\u2019 pls.iii., in chapter on Indian Saracenic Architecture.Footnote 228:\n\n  The Renaissance dome which fits best to the church on which it is\n  placed is that of Sta.Maria at Florence; but, strange to say, it is\n  neither the one originally designed for the place, nor probably at all\n  like it.All the others were erected as designed by the architects who\n  built the churches, and none fit so well.The hallway is south of the kitchen.Footnote 229:\n\n  [The apses on each side of central apse are said to be additions to\n  the original structure.The bedroom is north of the kitchen.The triple apses in Greek churches are found,\n  according to Dr.Freshfield (\u2018Arch\u00e6ologia,\u2019 vol.44), only in churches\n  erected subsequent to Justin II.Sergius at Bosra the side apses have been added afterwards.\u2014ED.]Footnote 230:\n\n  Strictly speaking, circular with flattened sides, for the pendentive\n  has a longer radius than half the diagonal of the square.Footnote 231:\n\n  The two eastern cupolas have been raised in Arab times, and a\n  cylindrical drum inserted with windows pierced in them to give more\n  light to the interior.Footnote 232:\n\n  There are numerous examples of this class of structure in North Syria,\n  but whether they are memorials or tombs is not known.Evidently this letter bore upon his selection as her lawyer.He guessed\nrightly that it had been written at Tenney\u2019s suggestion and by some one\nwho had Mrs.Obviously this some one was of the\nlegal profession.\u201cThe name does sound familiar, on second thought,\u201d he said.\u201cI daresay\nit is, if I could only place it.You see, I had a number of offers to\nenter legal firms in New York, and in that way I saw a good many people\nfor a few minutes, you know, and quite probably I\u2019ve forgotten some of\ntheir names.They would remember me, of course, but I might confuse them\none with another, don\u2019t you see?Strange, I don\u2019t fix the man you mean.Was he a middle-aged man, grayish hair, well dressed?\u201d\n\n\u201cYes, that describes him.\u201d She did not add that it would equally\ndescribe seven out of every ten other men called \u201cjudge\u201d throughout the\nUnited States.\u201cNow I place him,\u201d said Horace triumphantly.\u201cThere was some talk of\nmy going into his office as a junior partner.Mutual friends of ours\nproposed it, I", "question": "What is the kitchen south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Curious that I should\nhave forgotten his name.One\u2019s memory plays such whimsical tricks,\nthough.\u201d\n\n\u201cI didn\u2019t know Judge Wendover was practising law,\u201d said Mrs.\u201cHe never was much of a lawyer.He was county judge once down in\nPeekskill, about the time I was married, but he didn\u2019t get reelected;\nand I thought he gave it all up when he went to New York.\u201d\n\n\u201cIf it\u2019s the man I mean,\u201d put in Horace, groping his way despairingly,\n\u201cthere wasn\u2019t much business in his office.The office is west of the bedroom.That is why I didn\u2019t go in, I\ndaresay: it wouldn\u2019t be worth my while unless he himself was devoted to\nthe law, and carried on a big practice.\u201d\n\n\u201cI daresay it\u2019s the same man,\u201d remarked Mrs.\u201cHe probably\n_would_ have a kind of law office.They generally do.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, may I ask,\u201d Horace ventured after another pause, \u201cin what\nconnection he mentions my name?\u201d\n\n\u201cHe recommends me to consult you about affairs--to--well, how shall I\nsay it?--to make you my lawyer?\u201d\n\nEureka!The words were out, and the difficult passage about Judge\nWhat\u2019s-his-name was left safely behind.Horace felt his brain swimming\non a sea of exaltation, but he kept his face immobile, and bowed his\nhead with gravity.\u201cI am very young for so serious a responsibility, I\u2019m afraid,\u201d he said\nmodestly.The hallway is east of the bedroom.\u201cThere isn\u2019t really much to do,\u201d\n she answered.\u201cAnd somebody would have to learn what there is; and\nyou can do that as well as any one else, better than a stranger.The\ndifficulty is,\u201d she spoke more slowly, and Horace listened with all his\nears: \u201cyou have a partner, I\u2019m told.\u201d\n\nThe young man did not hesitate for an instant.\u201cOnly in a limited way,\u201d\n he replied.Tracy and I have combined on certain lines of work\nwhere two heads are better than one, but we each keep distinct our own\nprivate practice.It is much better.\u201d\n\n\u201cI certainly prefer it,\u201d said Mrs.\u201cI am glad to hear you keep\nseparate.Tracy, and, indeed, he is very highly spoken\nof as a _lawyer_; but certain things I have heard--social matters, I\nmean--\u201d\n\nThe lady broke off discreetly.She could not tell this young man what\nshe had heard about that visit to the Lawton house.Horace listened to\nher without the remotest notion of her meaning, and so could only smile\nfaintly and give the least suggestion of a sigh.\u201cWe can\u2019t have everything in this world just to our minds", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\u201cI suppose you thought the partnership would be a good thing?\u201d she\nasked.\u201cAt the time--_yes_,\u201d answered Horace.\u201cAnd, to be fair, it really has\nsome advantages.Tracy is a prodigious worker, for one thing, and\nhe is very even-tempered and willing; so that the burden of details\nis taken off my shoulders to a great extent, and that disposes one to\noverlook a good many things, you know.\u201d\n\nMrs.The bathroom is south of the garden.She also knew what it was to delight\nin relief from the burden of details, and she said to herself that\nfortunately Mr.Boyce would thus have the more leisure to devote the\naffairs of the Minsters.Into their further talk it is not needful to pursue the lady and her\nlawyer.She spoke only in general terms, outlining her interests and\ninvestments which required attention, and vaguely defining what she\nexpected him to do.Horace listened very closely, but beyond a nebulous\ncomprehension of the existence of a big company and a little company,\nwhich together controlled the iron-works and its appurtenances, he\nlearned next to nothing.One of the first things which she desired of\nHorace was, however, that he should go to Florida and talk the whole\nsubject over with Mr.Clarke, and to this he gladly assented.\u201cI will write to him that you are coming,\u201d she said, as she rose.\u201cI may\ntell you that he personally preferred Mr.Tracy as his successor; but,\nas I have told you--well, there were reasons why--\u201d\n\nHorace made haste to bow and say \u201cquite so,\u201d and thus spare Mrs.\u201cPerhaps it will be better to say nothing\nto any one until I have returned from Florida,\u201d he added, as a parting\nsuggestion, and it had her assent.The young man walked buoyantly down the gravel path and along the\nstreets, his veins fairly tingling with excitement and joy.The great\nprize had come to him--wealth, honor, fame, were all within his grasp.He thought proudly, as he strode along, of what he would do after his\nmarriage.Even the idea of hyphenating the two names in the English\nfashion, Minster-Boyce, came into his mind, and was made welcome.Perhaps, though, it couldn\u2019t well be done until his father was dead; and\nthat reminded him--he really must speak to the General about his loose\nbehavior.Thus Horace exultantly communed with his happy self, and formed\nresolutions, dreamed dreams, discussed radiant probabilities as he\nwalked, until his abstracted eye was suddenly, insensibly arrested by\nthe sight of a familiar sign across the street--\u201cS.Tenney & Co.\u201d Then\nfor the first time he remembered his promise, and the air grew colder\nabout him as he recalled it.He crossed the road after a moment\u2019s\nhesitation, and entered the hardware store.Tenney was alone in the little office partitioned offThe office is north of the garden.", "question": "What is north of the garden?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "He received the account given by Horace of\nhis visit to the Minster mansion with no indication of surprise, and\nwith no outward sign of satisfaction.\u201cSo far, so good,\u201d he said, briefly.Then, after a moment\u2019s meditation,\nhe looked up sharply in the face of the young man, who was still\nstanding: \u201cDid you say anything about your terms?\u201d\n\n\u201cOf course not.Indeed, Burt promised to become quite reconciled to his part of\ninvalid, in spite of protestations to the contrary; and his inclination to\nthink that Amy's companionship would be an antidote for every ill of life\nwas increasing rapidly, in accordance with his hasty temperament, which\narrived at conclusions long before others had begun to consider the steps\nleading to them.Amy was still more a child than a woman; but a girl must be young indeed\nwho does not recognize an admirer, especially so transparent a one as\nBurt would ever be.His ardent glances and compliments both amused and\nannoyed her.From his brothers she had obtained several hints of his\nprevious and diversified gallantries, and was not at all assured that\nthose in the future might not be equally varied.She did not doubt the\nsincerity of his homage, however; and since she had found it so easy to\nlove him as a brother, it did not seem impossible that she should learn\nto regard him in another light, if all thought it best, and he \"would\nonly be sensible and understand that she did not wish to think about such\nthings for years to come.\"Thus it may be seen that in one respect her\nheart was not much more advanced than that of little Johnnie.The bedroom is south of the bathroom.She\nexpected to be married some time or other, and supposed it might as well\nbe to Burt as to another, if their friends so desired it; but she was for\nputting off submission to woman's natural lot as long as possible.The bathroom is south of the kitchen.Possessing much tact, she was able in a great measure to repress the\nyoung fellow's demonstrativeness, and maintain their brotherly and\nsisterly relations; but it cost her effort, and sometimes she left his\nsociety flurried and wearied.With Webb she enjoyed perfect rest and a\npleasing content.He was so quiet and strong that his very presence\nseemed to soothe her jarring nerves.He appeared to understand her, to\nhave the power to make much that interested her more interesting, while\nupon her little feminine mysteries of needle and fancy work he looked\nwith an admiring helplessness, as if she were more unapproachable in her\nsphere than he could ever be in his, with all his scientific facts and\ntheories.Women like this tribute to their womanly ways from the sterner\nsex.Maggie's wifehood was made happy by it, for by a hundred little\nthings she knew that the great, stalwart Leonard would be lost without\nher.Moreover, by his rescue of Burt, Webb had won a higher place in\nAmy's esteem.He had shown the prompt energy and courage which satisfy\nwoman's ideal of manhood, and assure her of protection.Amy did", "question": "What is the kitchen north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "She only\nfelt that Webb was restful, and would give her a sense of safety, no\nmatter what happened.The bedroom is east of the kitchen.CHAPTER XV\n\nNATURE'S BUILDING MATERIALS\n\n\nSome days after Burt's adventure, Dr.Marvin made his professional call\nin the evening.Alvord, Squire Bartley, and the minister also\nhappened in, and all were soon chatting around Mr.Clifford's ruddy\nhearth.The pastor of this country parish was a sensible man, who, if he\ndid not electrify his flock of a Sunday morning, honestly tried to guide\nit along safe paths, and led those whom he asked to follow.His power lay\nchiefly in the homes of his people, where his genial presence was ever\nwelcomed.He did not regard those to whom he ministered as so many souls\nand subjects of theological dogma, but as flesh-and-blood men, women, and\nchildren, with complex interests and relations; and the heartiness of his\nlaugh over a joke, often his own, and the havoc that he made in the\ndishes of nuts and apples, proved that he had plenty of good healthful\nblood himself.Although his hair was touched with frost, and he had never\nreceived any degree except his simple A.M., although the prospect of a\nmetropolitan pulpit had grown remote indeed, he seemed the picture of\ncontent as he pared his apple and joined in the neighborly talk.The garden is west of the kitchen.Squire Bartley had a growing sense of shortcoming in his farming\noperations.Notwithstanding his many acres, he felt himself growing\n\"land-poor,\" as country people phrase it.He was not a reader, and looked\nwith undisguised suspicion on book-farming.As for the agricultural\njournals, he said \"they were full of new-fangled notions, and were kept\nup by people who liked to see their names in print.\"Nevertheless, he was\ncompelled to admit that the Cliffords, who kept abreast of the age,\nobtained better crops, and made their business pay far better than he\ndid, and he was inclined to turn his neighborly calls into thrifty use by\nquestioning Leonard and Webb concerning their methods and management.Therefore he remarked to Leonard: \"Do you find that you can keep your\nland in good condition by rotation of crops?Folks say this will do it,\nbut I find some of our upland is getting mighty thin, and crops uncertain.\"\"What is your idea of rotation, squire?\"\"Why, not growin' the same crop too often on the same ground.\"For the majority of soils the following\nrotation has been found most beneficial: corn and potatoes, which\nthoroughly subdue the sod the first year; root crops, as far as we grow\nthem, and oats the second; then wheat or rye, seeded at the same time\nwith clover or grass of some kind.We always try to plow our sod land in\nthe fall, for in the intervening time before planting the sod partially\ndecays, the land is sweetened and pulverized by the action of frost, and\na good many injurious insects are killed", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "But all rules need\nmodification, and we try to study the nature of our various soils, and\ntreat them accordingly\".have a chemist prescribe for 'em like a doctor?\"Walters, the rich city chap who bought Roger's worn-out\nfarm, tried that to his heart's content, and mine too.He had a little of\nthe dirt of each part of his farm analyzed, you know, and then he sent to\nNew York for his phosphates, his potashes, his muriates, and his\ncompound-super-universal panacea vegetates, and with all these bad-smelling\nmixtures--his barn was like a big agricultural drug-store--he was going to\nput into his skinned land just the elements lacking.In short, he gave his\nsoil a big dose of powders, and we all know the result.The office is east of the kitchen.If he had given his\nfarm a pinch of snuff better crops ought to have been sneezed.No chemicals\nand land doctors for me, thank you.no reflections on\nyour calling, but doctorin' land don't seem profitable for those who pay\nfor the medicine.\"They all laughed except Webb, who seemed nettled, but who quietly said,\n\"Squire, will you please tell us what your house is made of?\"The bedroom is west of the kitchen.The poor clergyman,--a\nrespected incumbent of the established church returning to the bosom\nof his family,--was in a most distressing situation.At first he\nattempted remonstrance.This, however, proved worse than unavailing,\nand there was nothing for it but to have recourse to his umbrella,\nbehind the sheltering cover of which he protected the modesty of\nthe young lady, while over its edges he himself from time to time\neffected observations through an apparently interminable journey of\nforty and more miles.These and numerous other cases of fires, murders, assaults and\nindecencies had occurred and filled the columns of the newspapers,\nwithout producing the slightest effect on the managers of the\nrailway companies.No attention was paid by them to the Board of\nTrade circulars.At last Parliament took the matter up and in 1868\nan act was passed, making compulsory some \"efficient means of\ncommunication between the passenger and the servants of the company\nin charge\" of railroad trains.Yet when six years later in 1874 the\nShipton accident occurred, and was thought to be in some degree\nattributable to the absence of the very means of communication\nthus made compulsory, it appeared, as has been seen, that the\nassociated general managers did not yet consider any such means of\ncommunication either required or likely to be useful.Meanwhile, as if in ironical comment on such measured utterances,\noccurrences like the following, which took place as recently as the\nearly part of 1878, from time to time still meet the eye in the\ncolumns of the English press:--\n\n     \"A burglar was being taken in a third-class carriage from\n     London to Sheffield.When about twelve miles from Sheffield\n     he asked that the windows might be opened.This was no sooner\n     done than he took", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The hallway is south of the bedroom.One of the\n     warders succeeded in catching him by a foot, and for two miles\n     he hung head downward suspended by one foot and making terrific\n     struggles to free himself.In vain he wriggled, for although his\n     captors were unable to catch the other foot, both held him as in\n     a vise.The kitchen is south of the hallway.But he wore spring-sided boots, and the one on which his\n     fate seemingly depended came off.The burglar fell heavily on\n     the foot-board of the carriage and rolled off on the railway.Three miles further on the train stopped, and the warders went\n     back to the scene of the escape.Here they found him in the\n     snow bleeding from a wound on the head.During the time he was\n     struggling with the warders the warder who had one hand free and\n     the passengers of the other compartments who were witnessing\n     the scene from the windows of the train were indefatigable in\n     their efforts to attract the attention of the guards by means of\n     the communication cord, but with no result.For two miles the\n     unfortunate man hung head downward, and for three miles further\n     the train ran until it stopped at an ordinary resting place.\"A single further example will more than sufficiently illustrate\nthis instance of British railroad conservatism, and indicate the\ntremendous nature of the pressure which has been required to even\npartially force the American bell-cord into use in that country.One\nday, in the latter part of 1876, a Mr.A. J. Ellis of Liverpool had\noccasion to go to Chester.On his way there he had an experience\nwith a lunatic, which he subsequently recounted before a magistrate\nas follows:--\n\n     \"On Friday last I took the 10.35 A.M., train from Lime Street in\n     a third-class carriage, my destination being Chester.At Edge\n     Hill Station the prisoner and another man, whom I afterward\n     understood to be the prisoner's father, got into the same\n     compartment, no one else being in the same compartment.The\n     other person was much under the influence of drink when he\n     entered, and was very noisy during the journey.The prisoner\n     had the appearance of having been drinking, but was quiet.I\n     sat with my back to the engine, on the getting-out side of the\n     carriage; prisoner was sitting on the opposite side, with his\n     right arm to the window, and the other person was sitting on\n     the same side as prisoner, about the middle of the seat.I was\n     engaged reading, and did not exchange words with the prisoner.\"After we had passed over Runcorn bridge and through the\n     station, I perceived the prisoner make a start, and looking", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The garden is east of the office.He held it in his right hand\n     in a menacing manner.Drawing his left hand along the edge of\n     the blade, he said, \"This will have to go into some ----.\"At\n     that moment he looked at me across the carriage; he was on his\n     feet in an instant, and looking across to me, he said, \"You\n     ----, this will have to go into you,\" and made a bound toward\n     me.The other jumped up and tried to prevent him.The prisoner\n     threw him away; he made a plunge at my throat.I caught his\n     wrist just as he advanced, and struggled with him, still holding\n     fast to his wrist with both hands.We fell over and under one\n     another two or three times, and eventually he overpowered me.I\n     had fallen on my side on the seat, but still retained my hold\n     upon his wrist.While lying in that position he held the knife\n     down to within an inch of my throat.I called to the other man\n     to hold the prisoner's hand back which contained the knife, and\n     by that means he saved my life.I was growing powerless, and as\n     the other man restrained the prisoner from using the knife, I\n     jerked myself from his grasp, and knocked the knife out of the\n     prisoner's hand with my left hand.The bathroom is east of the garden.\"The prisoner eluded the grip of his father, and falling on his\n     knees began to seek for his knife.Failing to find the knife,\n     he was instantly on his feet, and made a spring upon me.If I\n     recollect aright, he threw his arms around my neck, and in this\n     manner we struggled together up and down the carriage for some\n     minutes, during which time he got my left thumb (with a glove on\n     at the time) in his mouth, and bit it.Still retaining my thumb\n     in his mouth, the other man struck him under the chin, when he\n     released it, and fell on his knees seeking the knife, which\n     he did not find.He was immediately on his feet, and again\n     made a spring upon me.We had then a very long and desperate\n     struggle, when he overpowered me and pinned me in a corner of\n     the compartment.At last he got my right thumb into his mouth,\n     holding my hand to steady it with both his hands while he bit\n     it.Look, Pierre, here is the girl you\nwished to see.Come in, come in, my dear child!He is a very good man\nand will do you no harm._A girl enters; she is frail, very pale, and beautiful.She\nwears a black dress, her hair is comb", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "She\nis followed by the chambermaid, Silvina, a kind, elderly woman\nin a white cap; by Madame Henrietta, and another woman in the\nservice of the Grelieu household.They stop at the threshold\nand watch the girl curiously.The garden is west of the office.The elder woman is weeping as she\nlooks at her._\n\nGIRL\n\n_Stretching forth her hand to Pierre._\n\nOh, that is a soldier!Be so kind, soldier, tell me how to go to\nLonua.PIERRE\n\n_Confused._\n\nI do not know, Mademoiselle.GIRL\n\n_Looking at everybody mournfully._\n\nWho knows?JEANNE\n\n_Cautiously and tenderly leading her to a seat._\n\nSit down, child, take a rest, my dear, give your poor feet a\nrest.Pierre, her feet are wounded, yet she wants to walk all\nthe time.ELDERLY WOMAN\n\nI wanted to stop her, Monsieur Pierre, but it is impossible to\nstop her.If we close the door before her the poor girl beats\nher head against the walls, like a bird in a cage.Fran\u00e7ois enters from the garden and occupies\nhimself again with the flowers.He glances at the girl from time\nto time.It is evident that he is making painful efforts to hear\nand understand what is going on._\n\nGIRL\n\nIt is time for me to go.JEANNE\n\nRest yourself, here, my child!At night it\nis so terrible on the roads.There, in the dark air, bullets are\nbuzzing instead of our dear bees; there wicked people, vicious\nbeasts are roaming.And there is no one who can tell you, for\nthere is no one who knows how to go to Lonua.GIRL\n\nDon't you know how I could find my way to Lonua?PIERRE\n\n_Softly._\n\nWhat is she asking?Emil GRELIEU\n\nOh, you may speak louder; she can hear as little as Fran\u00e7ois.She is asking about the village which the Prussians have set on\nfire.Her home used to be there--now there are only ruins and\ncorpses there.There is no road that leads to Lonua!GIRL\n\nDon't you know it, either?I have asked everybody,\nand no one can tell me how to find my way to Lonua._She rises quickly and walks over to Fran\u00e7ois._\n\nTell me; you are kindhearted!Don't you know the way to Lonua?_Fran\u00e7ois looks at her intently.Silently he turns away and\nwalks out, stooping._\n\nJEANNE\n\n_Seating her again._\n\nSit down, little girl.GIRL\n\n_Sadly._\n\nI am asking, and they are silent.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI suppose she is also asking the bodies of the dead that lie in\nthe fields and in the ditches how to go to Lonua.The bathroom is east of the office.JEANNE\n\nHer hands and her dress were blood", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "I will hold you in my arms,\nand you will feel better and more comfortable, my little child.GIRL\n\n_Softly._\n\nTell me, how can I find my way to Lonua?JEANNE\n\nYes, yes, come!Emil, I will go with her to my room.Emil Grelieu and\nPierre remain._\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nLonua!A quiet little village which no one ever noticed\nbefore--houses, trees, and flowers.Who knows\nthe way to that little village?Pierre, the soul of our people\nis roaming about in the watches of the night, asking the dead\nhow to find the way to Lonua!Pierre, I cannot endure it any\nlonger!The garden is west of the office.Oh, weep,\nyou German Nation--bitter will be the fate of your children,\nterrible will be your disgrace before the judgment of the free\nnations!_Curtain_\n\n\n\nSCENE III\n\n\n_Night.The dark silhouette of Emil Grelieu's villa stands\nout in the background.The gatekeeper's house is seen among\nthe trees, a dim light in the window.At the cast-iron fence\nfrightened women are huddled together, watching the fire in the\ndistance.An alarming redness has covered the sky; only in the\nzenith is the sky dark.The reflection of the fire falls upon\nobjects and people, casting strange shadows against the mirrors\nof the mute and dark villa.The voices sound muffled and timid;\nthere are frequent pauses and prolonged sighs.HENRIETTA\n\nMy God, my God!It is burning and burning,\nand there is no end to the fire!SECOND WOMAN\n\nYesterday it was burning further away, and tonight the fire is\nnearer.HENRIETTA\n\nIt is burning and burning, there is no end to the fire!Today\nthe sun was covered in a mist.SECOND WOMAN\n\nIt is forever burning, and the sun is growing ever darker!Now\nit is lighter at night than in the daytime!SILVINA\n\nI am afraid!HENRIETTA\n\nBe silent, Silvina, be silent!The bathroom is east of the office._Silence._\n\nSECOND WOMAN\n\nI can't hear a sound.If I close my eyes\nit seems to me that nothing is going on there.HENRIETTA\n\nI can see all that is going on there even with my eyes closed.SILVINA\n\nOh, I am afraid!SECOND WOMAN\n\nWhere is it burning?HENRIETTA\n\nI don't know.It is burning and burning, and there is no end to\nthe fire!It may be that they have all perished by this time.It may be that something terrible is going on there, and we are\nlooking on and know nothing._A fourth woman approaches them quietly._\n\nFOURTH WOMAN\n\nGood evening!SILVINA\n\n_With restraint._\n\nOh!HENRIETTA\n\nOh, you have frightened us!FOURTH WOMAN\n\nGood evening, Madame Henri", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Never mind my coming here--it\nis terrible to stay in the house!I guessed that you were not\nsleeping, but here, watching.And we can't hear a sound--how quiet!HENRIETTA\n\nIt is burning and burning.Haven't you heard anything about your\nhusband?FOURTH WOMAN\n\nNo, nothing.HENRIETTA\n\nAnd with whom are your children just now?FOURTH WOMAN\n\nAlone.Is it true that Monsieur Pierre was\nkilled?HENRIETTA\n\n_Agitated._\n\nJust imagine!I simply cannot understand what is\ngoing on!You see, there is no one in the house now, and we are\nafraid to sleep there--\n\nSECOND WOMAN\n\nThe three of us sleep here, in the gatekeeper's house.HENRIETTA\n\nI am afraid to look into that house even in the daytime--the\nhouse is so large and so empty!Middleton/, 6_s._ Octavo.Gosnell/,\nLittle Queen Street, Holborn, London.FOOTNOTES:\n\n[Footnote i1: Vasari, Vite de Pittori, edit.Du Fresne, in the life prefixed to the Italian\neditions of this Treatise on Painting.Venturi, Essai sur les Ouvrages\nde Leonard de Vinci, 4to.[Footnote i2: Venturi, p.[Footnote i3: Vasari, 23.][Footnote i6: Vasari, 26.The office is west of the kitchen.[Footnote i8: Vasari, 26.][Footnote i9: Vasari, 28.][Footnote i12: Vasari, 28.][Footnote i13: It is impossible in a translation to preserve the jingle\nbetween the name Vinci, and the Latin verb _vincit_ which occurs in the\noriginal.][Footnote i14: Du Fresne, Vasari, 28.][Footnote i15: Vasari, 22.][Footnote i16: Vasari, 22 and 23.][Footnote i17: Lomazzo, Trattato della Pittura, p.The hallway is east of the kitchen.[Footnote i18: Vasari, 23.[Footnote i19: Venturi, 37.][Footnote i21: Venturi, 36.][Footnote i23: Vasari, 30.[Footnote i24: Venturi, 3.]to Life of L. da Vinci, in Vasari, 65.[Footnote i26: Venturi, 36; who mentions also, that Leonardo at this\ntime constructed a machine for the theatre.][Footnote i27: Venturi, p.[Footnote i32: De Piles, in the Life of Leonardo.See Lettere\nPittoriche, vol.[Footnote i33: Lettere Pittoriche, vol.[Footnote i35: Vasari, 31, in a note.][Footnote i37: Additions to the Life in Vasari, 53.Rigaud, who has more than once seen the original picture, gives\nthis account of it: \"The cutting of the wall for the sake of opening\na door, was no doubt the effect of ignorance and barbarity, but it", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The true value of this picture\nconsists in what was seen above the table.The door is only four\nfeet wide, and cuts off only about two feet of the lower part of the\npicture.The hallway is east of the bathroom.More damage has been done by subsequent quacks, who, within my\nown time, have undertaken to repair it.\"][Footnote i38: Additions to the Life in Vasari, 53.][Footnote i39: COPIES EXISTING IN MILAN OR ELSEWHERE.That in the refectory of the fathers Osservanti della Pace: it\nwas painted on the wall in 1561, by Gio.Another, copied on board, as a picture in the refectory of the\nChierici Regolari di S. Paolo, in their college of St.This\nis perhaps the most beautiful that can be seen, only that it is not\nfinished lower than the knees, and is in size about one eighth of the\noriginal.Another on canvas, which was first in the church of S. Fedele, by\nAgostino S. Agostino, for the refectory of the Jesuits: since their\nsuppression, it exists in that of the Orfani a S. Pietro, in Gessate.Another of the said Lomazzo's, painted on the wall in the monastery\nMaggiore, very fine, and in good preservation.Another on canvas, by an uncertain artist, with only the heads and\nhalf the bodies, in the Ambrosian library.Another in the Certosa di Pavia, done by Marco d'Ogionno, a scholar\nof Leonardo's, on the wall.Another in the possession of the monks Girolamini di Castellazzo\nfuori di Porta Lodovica, of the hand of the same Ogionno.Another copy of this Last Supper in the refectory of the fathers\nof St.It was painted by Girolamo Monsignori, a\nDominican friar, who studied much the works of Leonardo, and copied\nthem excellently.Another in the refectory of the fathers Osservanti di Lugano, of the\nhand of Bernardino Lovino; a valuable work, and much esteemed as well\nfor its neatness and perfect imitation of the original, as for its own\nintegrity, and being done by a scholar of Leonardo's.A beautiful drawing of this famous picture is, or was lately, in\nthe possession of Sig.Giuseppe Casati, king at arms.Supposed to be\neither the original design by Leonardo himself, or a sketch by one of\nhis best scholars, to be used in painting some copy on a wall, or on\ncanvas.It is drawn with a pen, on paper larger than usual, with a mere\noutline heightened with bistre.Another in the refectory of the fathers Girolamini, in the\nmonastery of St.Laurence, in the Escurial in Spain.The office is west of the bathroom.while he was in Valentia; and by his order placed in\nthe said room where the monks dine, and is believed to be by some able\nscholar of Leonardo.Germain d'Auxerre,", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "There is reason to think this the work of Bernardino Lovino.Another in France, in the castle of Escovens, in the possession of\nthe Constable Montmorency.The original drawing for this picture is in the possession of his\nBritannic Majesty.Chamberlaine's\npublication of the Designs of Leonardo da Vinci, p.An engraving\nfrom it is among those which Mr.[Footnote i40: Vasari, 34.[Footnote i42: Vasari, 36.[Footnote i43: Vasari, 37.in Vasari, 75, 76, 77, 78.][Footnote i48: Vasari, 38.[Footnote i51: Vasari, 39.The bedroom is south of the kitchen.[Footnote i52: Vasari, 39.The kitchen is south of the hallway.[Footnote i53: Vasari, 39.[Footnote i57: Vasari, 42.[Footnote i60: Venturi, 37.][Footnote i62: Venturi, 37.][Footnote i63: Venturi, 38.][Footnote i64: Venturi, 37.][Footnote i66: Venturi, 38.][Footnote i67: Venturi, 38.][Footnote i69: Vasari, 44.[Footnote i70: Vasari, 44.[Footnote i75: Vasari, 45.I can't say, however, that I like anything\nartificial,\" he asserted mendaciously.she cried, and the corners of her mouth began\nto droop in a way he had already begun to dread.Nurse tells me it will take ages and ages for it to grow again.\"\"There, there, my dear, it's all right.You look lovely--\" he paused\nabruptly.\"I am so glad you think\nso!\"This sort of thing must stop, he\ndetermined.\"I would like to ask you one thing.\"\"Then I could afford to have some pretty clothes?\"I can't bear the ones I have on.I can't think why I\never bought anything so ugly.I shall throw them away as soon as I can\nget others.Nurse tells me that I arrived\nhere with nothing but a small hand-bag.\"\"It has gone astray,\" he stammered.\"It will turn up soon, no doubt, but\nin the meantime I have bought a few clothes for your immediate use.\"He must introduce the subject of her\ndeparture tactfully.\"It is waiting a little farther down the street.\"\"Then, believe me, it is necessary for you to leave this place\nimmediately.I--you--are being pursued by some one who--who wishes to\nseparate us.\"\"But how can any one separate us, when\nGod has joined us together?\"\"It's a long story and I have no time to explain it now.All I ask is\nthat you will trust me blindly for the present, and do exactly what I\ntell you to.\"\"I will,\" she murmured submissively.The same middle-aged woman appeared of whom he had caught a glimpse on\nhis former visit.\"I am sorry, but he has just left.\"Cyril knitted his brows as if the doctor's absence was an\nunexpected disappointment.Thompkins must leave here at once", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"Yes, or better still, I shall call at his office.But his absence\nplaces me in a most awkward predicament.\"Cyril paced the room several times as if in deep thought, then halted\nbefore the nurse.\"Well, there is no help for it.As the doctor is not here, I must\nconfide in you.The kitchen is north of the bathroom.The doctor knows what\nthat is and it was on his advice that we discarded it for the time\nbeing.I can't tell you our reason for this concealment nor why my wife\nmust not only leave this house as soon as possible, but must do so\nunobserved.\"I--I don't know, sir,\" answered the nurse dubiously, staring at Cyril\nin amazement.\"If you will dress my wife in a nurse's uniform and see that she gets\nout of here without being recognised, I will give you L100.The nurse gave a gasp and backed away from the notes, which Cyril held\ntemptingly toward her.The kitchen is south of the office.\"Oh, I couldn't, sir, really I couldn't.\"I promise you on my word of honour that the doctor need never know that\nyou helped us.\"\"Do you think I am trying to\nbribe you to do something dishonourable?\"Look at my wife, does she look like a criminal, I ask\nyou?\"\"She certainly doesn't,\" answered the nurse, glancing eagerly from one\nto the other and then longingly down at the money in Cyril's hand.\"Well, then, why not trust your instinct in the matter?My wife and I\nhave been placed, through no fault of our own, in a very disagreeable\nposition.You will know the whole story some day, but for the present my\nlips are sealed.International complications might arise if the truth\nleaked out prematurely.\"Cyril felt that the last was a neat touch, for\nthe woman's face cleared and she repeated in an awe-struck voice:\n\"International complications!\"I can say no more,\" added Cyril in a stage whisper.\"One never knows what they will be\nat next.I ought to have known at once that\nit was sure to be all right.Any one can see that you are a gentleman--a\nsoldier, I dare say?\"It is better that you should be able\ntruthfully to plead your complete ignorance.Now as to the uniform; have\nyou one to spare?\"\"All this mystery frightens me,\" exclaimed Priscilla as soon as they\nwere alone.Now listen attentively to what I am saying.On\nleaving here----\"\n\n\"Oh, aren't you going with me?\"\"No, we must not be seen together, but I will join you later.\"\"Very well, now tell me what I am to do.\"\"On leaving this house you are to turn to your right and walk down the\nstreet till you see a taxi with a box on it.A friend of mine, Guy\nCampbell, will be inside.You can easily recognise him; he has red hair.Campbell will drive you to a hotel where a lady is waiting for you and\nwhere you are to stay till I can join you.If there should be any hitch\nin these", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "I have written all this down,\" he said, handing her a folded\npaper.The nurse returned with her arms full of clothes.\"There is a long one attached to the bonnet, but we never pull it over\nour faces, and I am afraid if Mrs.Thompkins did so, it would attract\nattention.\"\"Yet something must be done to conceal her face.\"I used to help in private theatricals once upon\na time.\"I will go downstairs now and wait till you have got\nMrs.\"Give me a quarter of an hour and you will be astonished at the result.\"She seemed to have thrown her whole heart into the business.The hallway is west of the kitchen.When Cyril returned, he found Priscilla really transformed.To the young officers who were soiling their uniform with the grease of\nsaws, whose only fighting was against fever and water snakes, the news\nof an expedition into the Vicksburg side of the river was hailed with\ncaps in the air.To be sure, the saw and axe, and likewise the levee and\nthe snakes, were to be there, too.But there was likely to be a little\nfighting.The rest of the corps that was to stay watched grimly as the\ndetachment put off in the little 'Diligence' and 'Silver Wave'.All the night the smoke-pipes were batting against the boughs of oak and\ncottonwood, and snapping the trailing vines.Some other regiments\nwent by another route.The ironclads, followed in hot haste by General\nSherman in a navy tug, had gone ahead, and were even then shoving with\ntheir noses great trunks of trees in their eagerness to get behind the\nRebels.The Missouri regiment spread out along the waters, and were soon\nwaist deep, hewing a path for the heavier transports to come.Presently\nthe General came back to a plantation half under water, where Black\nBayou joins Deer Creek, to hurry the work in cleaning out that Bayou.The light transports meanwhile were bringing up more troops from a\nsecond detachment.All through the Friday the navy great guns were\nheard booming in the distance, growing quicker and quicker, until\nthe quivering air shook the hanging things in that vast jungle.Saws\nstopped, and axes were poised over shoulders, and many times that day\nthe General lifted his head anxiously.As he sat down in the evening in\na slave cabin redolent with corn pone and bacon, the sound still hovered\namong the trees and rolled along the still waters.The hallway is east of the garden.It was three o'clock Saturday morning when\nthe sharp challenge of a sentry broke the silence.A <DW64>, white eyed,\nbedraggled, and muddy, stood in the candle light under the charge of a\nyoung lieutenant.The officer saluted, and handed the General a roll of\ntobacco.\"I found this man in the swamp, sir.He has a message from the\nAdmiral--\"\n\nThe General tore open the roll and took from it a piece of tissue paper\nwhich he spread out and held under the candle.He turned to a staff\nofficer who had jumped from his bed and was hurrying into his coat.\"Kil", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "I'll take canoe through\nbayou to Hill's and hurry reenforcements.\"The staff officer paused, his hand on the latch of the door.You're not going through that sewer in a\ncanoe without an escort!\"\"I guess they won't look for a needle in that haystack,\" the General\nanswered.\"Get back to your\nregiment, Brice, if you want to go,\" he said.All through the painful march that\nfollowed, though soaked in swamp water and bruised by cypress knees, he\nthought of Sherman in his canoe, winding unprotected through the black\nlabyrinth, risking his life that more men might be brought to the rescue\nof the gunboats.The story of that rescue has been told most graphically by Sherman\nhimself.The kitchen is north of the hallway.How he picked up the men at work on the bayou and marched them\non a coal barge; how he hitched the barge to a navy tug; how he met the\nlittle transport with a fresh load of troops, and Captain Elijah Brent's\nreply when the General asked if he would follow him.\"As long as the\nboat holds together, General.\"The boughs hammered\nat the smoke-pipes until they went by the board, and the pilothouse fell\nlike a pack of cards on the deck before they had gone three miles and a\nhalf.Then the indomitable Sherman disembarked, a lighted candle in his\nhand, and led a stiff march through thicket and swamp and breast-deep\nbackwater, where the little drummer boys carried their drums on their\nheads.At length, when they were come to some Indian mounds, they found\na picket of three, companies of the force which had reached the flat the\nday before, and had been sent down to prevent the enemy from obstructing\nfurther the stream below the fleet.\"The Admiral's in a bad way, sir,\" said the Colonel who rode up to meet\nthe General.Those clumsy ironclads of his can't move\nbackward or forward, and the Rebs have been peppering him for two days.\"Just then a fusillade broke from the thickets, nipping the branches from\nthe cottonwoods about them.The force swept forward, with the three picket companies in the swamp on\nthe right.And presently they came in sight of the shapeless ironclads\nwith their funnels belching smoke, a most remarkable spectacle.How\nPorter had pushed them there was one of the miracles of the war.Then followed one of a thousand memorable incidents in the life of a\nmemorable man.General Sherman, jumping on the bare back of a scrawny\nhorse, cantered through the fields.And the bluejackets, at sight of\nthat familiar figure, roared out a cheer that might have shaken the\ndrops from the wet boughs.The office is south of the hallway.The Admiral and the General stood together on\nthe deck, their hands clasped.And the Colonel astutely remarked, as he\nrode up in answer to a summons, that if Porter was the only man whose\ndaring could have pushed a fleet to that position, Sherman was certainly\nthe only man who could have got him out of it.\"Colonel,\" said the", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Admiral,\ndid the Rebs put a bullet through your rum casks?And now,\" he added, wheeling on the Colonel when each had a glass\nin his hand, \"who was in command of that company on the right, in the\nswamp?\"He's a second lieutenant, General, in the Sixth Missouri.Captain\nwounded at Hindman, and first lieutenant fell out down below.His name\nis Brice, I believe.\"Some few days afterward, when the troops were slopping around again at\nYoung's Point, opposite Vicksburg, a gentleman arrived on a boat\nfrom St.He paused on the levee to survey with concern and\nastonishment the flood of waters behind it, and then asked an officer\nthe way to General Sherman's headquarters.The officer, who was greatly\nimpressed by the gentleman's looks, led him at once to a trestle bridge\nwhich spanned the distance from the levee bank over the flood to a house\nup to its first floor in the backwaters.The officer looked inquiringly at the gentleman, who gave his name.The officer could not repress a smile at the next thing that happened.Out hurried the General himself, with both hands outstretched.he cried, \"if it isn't Brinsmade.Come right in, come\nright in and take dinner.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nSit down, Maurice._Maurice sits down at the window facing the garden.Emil Grelieu\nsmiles sadly and closes his eyes.Silvina, the maid, brings in\ncoffee and sets it on the table near Grelieu's bed._\n\nSILVINA\n\nGood morning, Monsieur Emil.EMIL GRELIEU\n\n_Opening his eyes._\n\nGood morning, Silvina._Exit Silvina._\n\nJEANNE\n\nGo and have your breakfast, Maurice.MAURICE\n\n_Without turning around._\n\nI don't want any breakfast.Mamma, I'll take off my bandage\ntomorrow.JEANNE\n\n_Laughing._\n\nSoldier, is it possible that you are capricious?Jeanne helps Emil Grelieu with his coffee._\n\nJEANNE\n\nThat's the way.Is it convenient for you this way, or do you\nwant to drink it with a spoon?EMIL GRELIEU\n\nOh, my poor head, it is so weak--\n\nMAURICE\n\n_Going over to him._\n\nForgive me, father, I'll not do it any more.I was foolishly\nexcited, but do you know I could not endure it.May I have a\ncup, mamma?The bathroom is north of the hallway.JEANNE\n\nYes, this is yours.MAURICE\n\nYes, I do.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI am feeling perfectly well today, Jeanne.When is the bandage\nto be changed?Count Clairmont will bring his surgeon along with him.The garden is north of the bathroom.MAURICE\n\nWho is that, mamma?JEANNE\n\nYou'll see him.But, please, Maurice, when you see", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "You have a habit--you open your mouth\nand then you forget about it.MAURICE\n\n_Blushing._\n\nYou are both looking at me and smiling._The sound of automobiles is heard._\n\nJEANNE\n\n_Rising quickly._\n\nI think they are here.The garden is north of the bedroom.Maurice, this is only Count Clairmont,\ndon't forget.They will speak with you\nabout a very, very important matter, Emil, but you must not be\nagitated.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nYes, I know.JEANNE\n\n_Kissing him quickly._\n\nI am going._Exit, almost colliding with Silvina, who is excited._\n\nMAURICE\n\n_Whispering._\n\nWho is it, Silvina?_Silvina makes some answer in mingled delight and awe.Maurice's\nface assumes the same expression as Silvina's.Maurice walks quickly to the window and raises his left hand to\nhis forehead, straightening himself in military fashion.Thus he\nstands until the others notice him._\n\n_Enter Jeanne, Count Clairmont, followed by Secretary Lagard and\nthe Count's adjudant, an elderly General of stem appearance,\nwith numerous decorations upon his chest.The Count himself\nis tall, well built and young, in a modest officer's uniform,\nwithout any medals to signify his high station.He carries\nhimself very modestly, almost bashfully, but overcoming his\nfirst uneasiness, he speaks warmly and powerfully and freely.All treat him with profound respect._\n\n_Lagard is a strong old man with a leonine gray head.He speaks\nsimply, his gestures are calm and resolute.It is evident that\nhe is in the habit of speaking from a platform._\n\n_Jeanne holds a large bouquet of flowers in her hands.Count\nClairmont walks directly toward Grelieu's bedside._\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\n_Confused._\n\nI have come to shake hands with you, my dear master.Oh, but\ndo not make a single unnecessary movement, not a single one,\notherwise I shall be very unhappy!EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI am deeply moved, I am happy.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nNo, no, don't speak that way.Here stands before you only a man\nwho has learned to think from your books.But see what they have\ndone to you--look, Lagard!LAGARD\n\nHow are you, Grelieu?I, too, want to shake your hand.Today I\nam a Secretary by the will of Fate, but yesterday I was only a\nphysician, and I may congratulate you--you have a kind hand.GENERAL\n\n_Coming forward modestly._\n\nAllow me, too, in the name of this entire army of ours to\nexpress to you our admiration, Monsieur Grelieu!EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI thank you.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nBut perhaps it is necessary to have a surgeon?JEANNE\n\nHeThe bedroom is north of the bathroom.", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\n_Noticing Maurice, confused._\n\nOh!Please put down your hand--you are wounded.MAURICE\n\nI am so happy, Count.JEANNE\n\nThis is our second son.Our first son, Pierre, was killed at\nLi\u00e8ge--\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nI dare not console you, Madame Grelieu.Give me your hand,\nMaurice.I dare not--\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nMy dear young man, I, too, am nothing but a soldier now.My children and my wife\nhave sent you flowers--but where are they?JEANNE\n\nHere they are, Count.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nThank you.But I did not know that your flowers were better than\nmine, for my flowers smell of smoke._To Count Clairmont._\n\nHis pulse is good.Grelieu, we have come to you not only to\nexpress our sympathy.Through me all the working people of\nBelgium are shaking your hand.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI am proud of it, Lagard.LAGARD\n\nBut we are just as proud.Yes; there is something we must\ndiscuss with you.Count Clairmont did not wish to disturb you,\nbut I said: \"Let him die, but before that we must speak to him.\"EMIL GRELIEU\n\nI am not dying.Maurice, I think you had better go out.COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\n_Quickly._\n\nOh, no, no.He is your son, Grelieu, and he should be present to\nhear what his father will say.Oh, I should have been proud to\nhave such a father.LAGARD\n\nOur Count is a very fine young man--Pardon me, Count, I have\nagain upset our--\n\nCOUNT CLAIRMONT\n\nThat's nothing, I have already grown accustomed to it.The hallway is west of the bedroom.Master,\nit is necessary for you and your family to leave for Antwerp\ntoday.EMIL GRELIEU\n\nAre our affairs in such a critical condition?LAGARD\n\nWhat is there to tell?That\nhorde of Huns is coming upon us like the tide of the sea.Today\nthey are still there, but tomorrow they will flood your house,\nGrelieu.To what can we resort\nin our defence?On this side are they, and there is the sea.Only very little is left of Belgium, Grelieu.Very soon there\nwill be no room even for my beard here.Dull sounds of cannonading are heard in the distance.All turn their eyes to the window._\n\nEMIL GRELIEU\n\nIs that a battle?COUNT CLAIRMONT\n\n_Listening, calmly._\n\nNo, that is only the beginning.But tomorrow they will carry\ntheir devilish weapons past your house.Do you know they are\nreal iron monsters, under whose weight our earth is quaking\nand groaning.They are moving slowly, like amphibia that have\ncrawled out at night fromThe bedroom is west of the bathroom.", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Another few days will pass, and they will crawl over to Antwerp,\nthey will turn their jaws to the city, to the churches--Woe to\nBelgium, master!Woman, under Pagan\nrule in Rome, become as free as man.Zeno, long before the birth of\nChrist, taught that virtue alone establishes a difference between men.We know that the Civil Law is the foundation of our codes.We know that\nfragments of Greek and Roman art--a few manuscripts saved from Christian\ndestruction, some inventions and discoveries of the Moors--were the\nseeds of modern civilization.Christianity, for a thousand years,\ntaught memory to forget and reason to believe.Not one step was taken in\nadvance.Over the manuscripts of philosophers and poets, priests, with\ntheir ignorant tongues thrust out, devoutly scrawled the forgeries of\nfaith.The kitchen is south of the bedroom.Christianity a Mixture of Good and Evil\n\nMr.Black attributes to me the following expression: \"Christianity is\npernicious in its moral effect, darkens the mind, narrows the soul,\narrests the progress of human society, and hinders civilization.\"Strange, that he is only able to answer what I did\nnot say.I endeavored to show that the passages in the Old Testament\nupholding slavery, polygamy, wars of extermination, and religious\nintolerance had filled the world with blood and crime.I admitted\nthat there are many wise and good things in the Old Testament.I also\ninsisted that the doctrine of the atonement--that is to say, of moral\nbankruptcy--the idea that a certain belief is necessary to salvation,\nand the frightful dogma of eternal pain, had narrowed the soul, had\ndarkened the mind, and had arrested the progress of human society.Like\nother religions, Christianity is a mixture of good and evil.The church\nhas made more orphans than it has fed.It has never built asylums enough\nto hold the insane of its own making.Jehovah, Epictetus and Cicero\n\nIf the Bible is really inspired, Jehovah commanded the Jewish people to\nbuy the children of the strangers that sojourned among them, and ordered\nthat the children thus bought should be an inheritance for the children\nof the Jews, and that they should be bondmen and bondwomen forever.Yet\nEpictetus, a man to whom no revelation was ever made, a man whose soul\nfollowed only the light of nature, and who had never heard of the Jewish\nGod, was great enough to say: \"Will you not remember that your servants\nare by nature your brothers, the children of God?In saying that you\nhave bought them, you look down on the earth and into the pit, on the\nwretched law of men long since dead,--but you see not the laws of the\nGods.\"We find that Jehovah, speaking to his chosen people, assured them\nthat their bondmen and bondmaids must be \"of the heathen that were\nround about them.\"\"Of them,\" said Jehovah, \"shall ye buy bondmen\nand bondmaids.\"The hallway is north of the bedroom.And yet Cicero, a pagan, Cicero, who had never been\nenlight", "question": "What is south of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The Atonement\n\nIn countless ways the Christian world has endeavored, for nearly two\nthousand years, to explain the atonement, and every effort has ended in\nan an mission that it cannot be understood, and a declaration that it\nmust be believed.The hallway is west of the kitchen.Is it not immoral to teach that man can sin, that he\ncan harden his heart and pollute his soul, and that, by repenting\nand believing something that he does not comprehend, he can avoid the\nconsequences of his crimes?Has the promise and hope of forgiveness ever\nprevented the commission of a sin?Should men be taught that sin gives\nhappiness here; that they ought to bear the evils of a virtuous life in\nthis world for the sake of joy in the next; that they can repent between\nthe last sin and the last breath; that after repentance every stain\nof the soul is washed away by the innocent blood of another; that the\nserpent of regret will not hiss in the ear of memory; that the saved\nwill not even pity the victims of their own crimes; that the goodness\nof another can be transferred to them; and that sins forgiven cease to\naffect the unhappy wretches sinned against?Sin as a Debt\n\nThe Church says that the sinner is in debt to God, and that the\nobligation is discharged by the Saviour.The best that can possibly be\nsaid of such a transaction is, that the debt is transferred, not paid.The truth is, that a sinner is in debt to the person he has injured.If a man injures his neighbor, it is not enough for him to get the\nforgiveness of God, but he must have the forgiveness of his neighbor.If a man puts his hand in the fire and God forgives him, his hand will\nsmart exactly the same.You must, after all, reap what you sow.No god\ncan give you wheat when you sow tares, and no devil can give you tares\nwhen you sow wheat.The Logic of the Coffin\n\nAs to the doctrine of the atonement, Mr.Black has nothing to offer\nexcept the barren statement that it is believed by the wisest and the\nbest.The bedroom is west of the hallway.A Mohammedan, speaking in Constantinople, will say the same of the\nKoran.A Brahman, in a Hindu temple, will make the same remark, and so\nwill the American Indian, when he endeavors to enforce something upon\nthe young of his tribe.He will say: \"The best, the greatest of our\ntribe have believed in this.\"This is the argument of the cemetery, the\nphilosophy of epitaphs, the logic of the coffin.We are the greatest and\nwisest and most virtuous of mankind?This statement, that it has been\nbelieved by the best, is made in connection with an admission that it\ncannot be fathomed by the wisest.It is not claimed that a thing is\nnecessarily false because it is not understood, but I do claim that\nit is not necessarily true because it cannot be comprehended.I still\ninsist that \"the plan of redemption,\" as usually preached, is absurd,\nunjust, and immoral.Judas", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Suppose Judas had known of this\nplan--known that he was selected by Christ for that very purpose, that\nChrist was depending on him.And suppose that he also knew that only\nby betraying Christ could he save either himself or others; what ought\nJudas to have done?Are you willing to rely upon an argument that\njustifies the treachery of that wretch?The bedroom is east of the bathroom.The Standard of Right\n\nAccording to Mr.Black, the man who does not believe in a supreme being\nacknowledges no standard of right and wrong in this world, and therefore\ncan have no theory of rewards and punishments in the next.Is it\npossible that only those who believe in the God who persecuted for\nopinion's sake have any standard of right and wrong?My feet were\ncold, last night, and you do make such a delightful foot-warmer.\"It won't be\nas warm for _me_ as my basket, though no doubt it would be nice for\nyou.\"\"I'll put the big blue dressing-gown over you,\" said Toto.\"You know you\nlike that, because you can put your nose in the pocket, and keep it\nwarm.\"Bruin now proceeded to rake the ashes over the fire, covering it neatly\nand carefully.The hallway is east of the bedroom.He filled the kettle; he drew the bolts of door and\nwindows; and finally, when all was snug and safe, the good bear laid\nhimself down on the hearth-rug, and soon was fast asleep.Outside, the snow still fell,\nsoftly, steadily, silently.In the shed, Bridget, the cow, was sleeping\nsoundly, with a cock and three hens roosting on her back, according to\ntheir invariable custom.In the warm, covered sty the pig also slept.He\nhad no name, the pig; he would have scorned one.\"I am a pig,\" he was wont to say, \"and as such every one knows me.There\nis no danger of my being mistaken for anything else.\"But though slumber held fast, apparently, all the dwellers in cottage,\nshed, and sty, there were in reality two pairs of eyes which were\nparticularly wide-awake at this moment.They were very black eyes, very\nbright eyes, and they were, if you wish to know, peeping into the\nkitchen through the crack under the cellar-door, to see what they could\nsee.\"Do you think we can get through the crack?\"And the next moment they were in the kitchen.It was nearly dark, but not quite, for the covered embers still sent out\na dusky glow.It was warm; the floor was smooth and flat; there was a\nsmell as if there might be something to eat, somewhere.Altogether, it\nwas a very pleasant place for two little mice to play in; and as they\nhad it all to themselves, why should they not play?Play they did,\ntherefore, with right good-will; scampering hither and thither, rolling\nover and over each other, poking their little sharp noses into every\ncrack and cranny they could find.how pleasant the dry, warm air, after their damp cellar-home", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Playing and romping\nis hungry work, and the two little brown mouse-stomachs are empty.It\nseems to come from under that cupboard door.The crack is wide enough to\nlet out the smell, but not quite wide enough to let in Messrs.If they could enlarge it a bit, now, with the sharp little\ntools which they always carry in their mouths!It is very fatiguing work;\nbut, see!If one made oneself _very_ small, now?It is\ndone, and the two mice find themselves in the immediate neighborhood of\na large piece of squash pie.too great for speech\nor squeak, but just right for attack.and soon the plate shines white and empty, with only the smell of the\nroses--I mean the pie--clinging round it still.There is nothing else to\neat in the cupboard, is there?what is this paper package which\nsmells so divinely, sending a warm, spicy, pungent fragrance through the\nair?The kitchen is west of the garden.pie was good, but this will be better!Nibble through the paper\nquickly, and then-- Alas!the spicy fragrance means _ginger_, and\nit is not only warm, but _hot_.fire is\nin our mouths, in our noses, our throats, our little brown stomachs, now\nonly too well filled.or we die, and never see our cool,\nbeloved cellar again.Hurry down from the shelf, creep through the\ncrack, rush frantically round the kitchen.Surely there is a smell of\nwater?there it is, in that tin basin, yonder.Into it we go,\nsplashing, dashing, drinking in the silver coolness, washing this fiery\ntorment from our mouths and throats.Thoroughly sobered by this adventure, the two little mice sat on the\nfloor beside the basin, dripping and shivering, the water trickling from\ntheir long tails, their short ears, their sharp-pointed noses.They\nblinked sadly at each other with their bright black eyes.\"Shall we go home now, Scrabble?\"\"It is late, and Mother\nMouse will be looking for us.\"\"I'm so c-c-c-cold!\"shivered Scrabble, who a moment before had been\ndevoured by burning heat.\"Don't you think we might dry ourselves before\nthat fire before we go down?\"replied Squeak, \"we will.But--what is that great black thing in\nfront of the fire?\"Shall\nwe climb over it, or go round it?\"\"The exercise will help to warm\nus; and it is such a queer-looking hill, I want to explore it.\"So they began to climb up the vast black mass, which occupied the whole\nspace in front of the fireplace.\"Because it is near the fire, stupid!\"\"And what is this tall black stuff that grows so thick all over it?It\nisn't a bit like grass, or trees either.\"The kitchen is east of the office.\"It _is_ grass, of course, stupid!\"Scrabble,\" said little brown Squeak, stopping short, \"you may call me\nstupid as much as", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "I--I--I\nthink it is moving.\"\"_Moving?_\" said little brown Scrabble, in a tone of horror.And then the two little mice clutched each other with their little paws,\nand wound their little tails round each other, and held on tight, tight,\nfor the black mass _was_ moving!There was a long, stretching,\nundulating movement, slow but strong; and then came a quick, violent,\nawful shake, which sent the two brothers slipping, sliding, tumbling\nheadlong to the floor.Picking themselves up as well as they could, and\ncasting one glance back at the black hill, they rushed shrieking and\nsqueaking to the cellar-door, and literally flung themselves through the\ncrack.The bathroom is east of the garden.For in that glance they had seen a vast red cavern, a yawning\ngulf of fire, open suddenly in the black mass, which was now heaving and\nshuddering all over.And from this fiery cavern came smoke and flame (at\nleast so the mice said when they got home to the maternal hole), and an\nawful roaring sound, which shook the whole house and made the windows\nrattle.\u201cAnd he _is_ a wicked old\none; Dick said he was.\u201d\n\nRuby goes over to the window, and stands looking out.There is no\nchange in the fair Australian scene; on just such a picture Ruby\u2019s eyes\nhave rested since first she came.But there is a strange, unexplained\nchange in the little girl\u2019s heart.Only that the dear Lord Jesus has\ncome to Ruby, asking her for His dear sake to be kind to one of the\nlowest and humblest of His creatures.\u201cIf it was only anybody else,\u201d\nshe mutters.\u201cBut he\u2019s so horrid, and he has such a horrid face.The hallway is west of the garden.And I\ndon\u2019t see what I could do to be kind to such a nasty old man as he is.Besides, perhaps dad wouldn\u2019t like me.\u201d\n\n\u201cGood will toward men!Good will toward men!\u201d Again the heavenly\nvoices seem ringing in Ruby\u2019s ears.There is no angel host about her\nto strengthen and encourage her, only one very lonely little girl who\nfinds it hard to do right when the doing of that right does not quite\nfit in with her own inclinations.She has taken the first step upon the\nheavenly way, and finds already the shadow of the cross.The radiance of the sunshine is reflected in Ruby\u2019s brown eyes, the\nradiance, it may be, of something far greater in her heart.\u201cI\u2019ll do it!\u201d the little girl decides suddenly.\u201cI\u2019ll try to be kind to\nthe \u2018old one.\u2019 Only what can I do?\u201d\n\n\u201cMiss Ruby!\u201d cries an excited voice at the window, and, looking out,\nRuby sees Dick\u2019s brown face and merry eyes.\u201cCome \u2019long as quick as\nyou can.There\u2019s a fire, and you said t\ufffd", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "I\u2019ll get Smuttie if you come as quick as you can.It\u2019s over by old\nDavis\u2019s place.\u201d\n\nDick\u2019s young mistress does not need a second bidding.The hallway is north of the kitchen.She is out\nwaiting by the garden-gate long before Smuttie is caught and harnessed.Away to the west she can see the long glare of fire shooting up tongues\nof flame into the still sunlight, and brightening the river into a very\nsea of blood.\u201cI don\u2019t think you should go, Ruby,\u201d says her mother, who has come\nout on the verandah.\u201cIt isn\u2019t safe, and you are so venturesome.I am\ndreadfully anxious about your father too.Dick says he and the men are\noff to help putting out the fire; but in such weather as this I don\u2019t\nsee how they can ever possibly get it extinguished.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll be very, very careful, mamma,\u201d Ruby promises.Her brown eyes\nare ablaze with excitement, and her cheeks aglow.\u201cAnd I\u2019ll be there\nto watch dad too, you know,\u201d she adds persuasively in a voice which\nexpresses the belief that not much danger can possibly come to dad\nwhile his little girl is near.Dick has brought Smuttie round to the garden-gate, and in a moment he\nand his little mistress are off, cantering as fast as Smuttie can be\ngot to go, to the scene of the fire.The kitchen is north of the office.Those who have witnessed a fire in the bush will never forget it.The\nfirst spark, induced sometimes by a fallen match, ignited often by the\nexcessive heat of the sun\u2019s rays, gains ground with appalling rapidity,\nand where the growth is dry, large tracts of ground have often been\nlaid waste.In excessively hot weather this is more particularly the\ncase, and it is then found almost impossible to extinguish the fire.\u201cLook at it!\u201d Dick cries excitedly.\u201cGoin\u2019 like a steam-engine just.Wish we hadn\u2019t brought Smuttie, Miss Ruby.He\u2019ll maybe be frightened at\nthe fire.they\u2019ve got the start of it.Do you see that other fire\non ahead?That\u2019s where they\u2019re burning down!\u201d\n\nRuby looks.Yes, there _are_ two fires, both, it seems, running, as\nDick has said, \u201clike steam-engines.\u201d\n\n\u201cMy!\u201d the boy cries suddenly; \u201cit\u2019s the old wicked one\u2019s house.It\u2019s it\nthat has got afire.There\u2019s not enough\nof them to do that, and to stop the fire too.And it\u2019ll be on to your\npa\u2019s land if they don\u2019t stop it pretty soon.I\u2019ll have to help them,\nMiss Ruby.You\u2019ll have to get off Smuttie and hold\nhim in case he gets scared at the fire", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Her face is very pale, and her eyes\nare fixed on that lurid light, ever growing nearer.\u201cDo you think\nhe\u2019ll be dead?Do you think the old man\u2019ll be dead?\u201d\n\n\u201cNot him,\u201d Dick returns, with a grin.\u201cHe\u2019s too bad to die, he is.but I wish he was dead!\u201d the boy ejaculates.\u201cIt would be a good\nriddance of bad rubbish, that\u2019s what it would.\u201d\n\n\u201cOh, Dick,\u201d shivers Ruby, \u201cI wish you wouldn\u2019t say that.I\u2019ve never been kind!\u201d Ruby\nbreaks out in a wail, which Dick does not understand.They are nearing the scene of the fire now.Luckily the cottage is\nhard by the river, so there is no scarcity of water.Stations are scarce and far between in the\nAustralian bush, and the inhabitants not easily got together.There are\ntwo detachments of men at work, one party endeavouring to extinguish\nthe flames of poor old Davis\u2019s burning cottage, the others far in\nthe distance trying to stop the progress of the fire by burning down\nthe thickets in advance, and thus starving the main fire as it gains\nground.This method of \u201cstarving the fire\u201d is well known to dwellers in\nthe Australian bush, though at times the second fire thus given birth\nto assumes such proportions as to outrun its predecessor.\u201cIt\u2019s not much use.It\u2019s too dry,\u201d Dick mutters.\u201cI don\u2019t like leaving\nyou, Miss Ruby; but I\u2019ll have to do it.Even a boy\u2019s a bit of help in\nbringing the water.You don\u2019t mind, do you, Miss Ruby?I think, if I\nwas you, now that you\u2019ve seen it, I\u2019d turn and go home again.Smuttie\u2019s\neasy enough managed; but if he got frightened, I don\u2019t know what you\u2019d\ndo.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll get down and hold him,\u201d Ruby says.\u201cI want to watch.\u201d Her heart\nis sick within her.She has never seen a fire before, and it seems so\nfraught with danger that she trembles when she thinks of dad, the being\nshe loves best on earth.\u201cGo you away to the fire, Dick,\u201d adds Ruby,\nvery pale, but very determined.The office is east of the hallway.\u201cI\u2019m not afraid of being left alone.\u201d\n\nThe fire is gaining ground every moment, and poor old Davis\u2019s desolate\nhome bids fair to be soon nothing but a heap of blackened ruins.The hallway is east of the bedroom.Dick gives one look at the burning house, and another at his little\nmistress.There is no time to waste if he is to be of any use.\u201cI don\u2019t like leaving you, Miss Ruby,\u201d says Dick again; but he goes all\nthe same.Ruby, left alone, stands by Smuttie", "question": "What is east of the bedroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "What does the brewer put into the malt to start\n          the working?How does the brewer know when sugar begins to\n          go and alcohol to come?Why does he want the starch turned to sugar?Why did the two boys of the same age, at the\n          same school, become so unlike?FOOTNOTE:\n\n[Footnote B: Car bon'ic acid gas.][Illustration: D]ISTILLING (d[)i]s t[)i]l[\\l]'ing) may be a new word to\nyou, but you can easily learn its meaning.You have all seen distilling going on in the kitchen at home, many a\ntime.When the water in the tea-kettle is boiling, what comes out at the\nnose?You can find out what it is by catching some of it on a cold plate, or\ntin cover.As soon as it touches any thing cold, it turns into drops of\nwater.When we boil water and turn it into steam, and then turn the steam back\ninto water, we have distilled the water.We say vapor instead of steam,\nwhen we talk about the boiling of alcohol.It takes less heat to turn alcohol to vapor than to turn water to\nsteam; so, if we put over the fire some liquid that contains alcohol,\nand begin to collect the vapor as it rises, we shall get alcohol first,\nand then water.But the alcohol will not be pure alcohol; it will be part water, because\nit is so ready to mix with water that it has to be distilled many times\nto be pure.But each time it is distilled, it will become stronger, because there is\na little more alcohol and a little less water.In this way, brandy, rum, whiskey, and gin are distilled, from wine,\ncider, and the liquors which have been made from corn, rye, or barley.The cider, wine, and beer had but little alcohol in them.The hallway is south of the kitchen.The brandy,\nrum, whiskey, and gin are nearly one-half alcohol.A glass of strong liquor which has been made by distilling, will injure\nany one more, and quicker, than a glass of cider, rum, or beer.But a cider, wine, or beer-drinker often drinks so much more of the\nweaker liquor, that he gets a great deal of alcohol.People are often\nmade drunkards by drinking cider or beer.The bathroom is north of the kitchen.Where have you ever seen distilling going on?How can men separate alcohol from wine or from\n          any other liquor that contains it?Which is the most harmful--the distilled\n          liquor, or beer, wine, or cider?Why does the wine, cider, or beer-drinker\n          often get as much alcohol?[Illustration: A]LCOHOL looks like water, but it is not at all like\nwater.Alcohol will take fire, and burn if a lighted match is held near it; but\nyou know that water will not burn.When alcohol burns", "question": "What is south of the kitchen?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "It does not give\nmuch light: it makes no smoke or soot; but it does give a great deal of\nheat.A little dead tree-toad was once put into a bottle of alcohol.It was\nyears ago, but the tree-toad is there still, looking just as it did the\nfirst day it was put in.The tree-toad would have soon decayed if it had been\nput into water.So you see that alcohol keeps dead bodies from\ndecaying.Pure alcohol is not often used as a drink.People who take beer, wine,\nand cider get a little alcohol with each drink.Those who drink brandy,\nrum, whiskey, or gin, get more alcohol, because those liquors are nearly\none half alcohol.You may wonder that people wish to use such poisonous drinks at all.It often cheats the man who takes a little, into\nthinking it will be good for him to take more.Sometimes the appetite which begs so hard for the poison, is formed in\nchildhood.If you eat wine-jelly, or wine-sauce, you may learn to like\nthe taste of alcohol and thus easily begin to drink some weak liquor.The bedroom is east of the office.The more the drinker takes, the more he often wants, and thus he goes on\nfrom drinking cider, wine, or beer, to drinking whiskey, brandy, or rum.People who are in the habit of taking drinks which contain alcohol,\noften care more for them than for any thing else, even when they know\nthey are being ruined by them.Why should you not eat wine-sauce or\n          wine-jelly?[Illustration: A] FARMER who had been in the habit of planting his\nfields with corn, wheat, and potatoes, once made up his mind to plant\ntobacco instead.The office is east of the bathroom.Let us see whether he did any good to the world by the change.The tobacco plants grew up as tall as a little boy or girl, and spread\nout broad, green leaves.By and by he pulled the stalks, and dried the leaves.Some of them he\npressed into cakes of tobacco; some he rolled into cigars; and some he\nground into snuff.If you ask what tobacco is good for, the best answer will be, to tell\nyou what it will do to a man or boy who uses it, and then let you answer\nthe question for yourselves.Tobacco contains something called nicotine (n[)i]k'o t[)i]n).One drop of it is enough to kill a dog.In one cigar\nthere is enough, if taken pure, to kill two men.[Illustration]\n\nEven to work upon tobacco, makes people pale and sickly.Once I went\ninto a snuff mill, and the man who had the care of it showed me how the\nwork was done.The mill stood in a pretty place, beside a little stream which turned\nthe mill-wheel.Tall trees bent over it, and a fresh breeze was blowing\nthrough the open windows.Yet the smell of the tobacco was so strong\nthat I had to go to the door many times, for a breath of pure air.I asked the man", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "He said: \"It made me very sick for the first few weeks.Then I began to\nget used to it, and now I don't mind it.\"He was like the boys who try to learn to smoke.It almost always makes\nthem sick at first; but they think it will be manly to keep on.The hallway is north of the kitchen.\u201cI suppose it was a terrible winter.I only dimly remember it, or the\nsummer that followed.When another winter was coming on, my mother grew\nfrightened.Try the best she knew how, she was worse off every month\nthan she had been the month before.To pay interest on the mortgage, she\nhad to sell what produce we had managed to get in, keeping only a bare\nmoiety for ourselves, and to give up the woodland altogether.Soon the\nroads would be blocked; there was not enough fodder for what stock we\nhad, nor even food enough for us.We had no store of fuel, and no means\nof staving off starvation.Under stern compulsion, solely to secure\na home for her boys, my mother married a well-to-do farmer in the\nneighborhood--a man much older than herself, and the owner of a\nhundred-acre farm and of the mortgages on our own little thirty acres.\u201cI suppose he meant to be a just man, but he was as hard as a steel\nbloom.He was a prodigious worker, and he made us all work, without\nrest or reward.The office is north of the hallway.When I was nine years old, narrow-chested and physically\ndelicate, I had to get up before sunrise for the milking, and then work\nall day in the hay-field, making and cocking, and obliged to keep ahead\nof the wagon under pain of a flogging.Three years of this I had, and\nI recall them as you might a frightful nightmare.I had some stray\nschooling--my mother insisted upon that--but it wasn\u2019t much; and I\nremember that the weekly paper was stopped after that because Ezra and I\nwasted too much time in reading it.My mother feared that I would die, and at\nlast gained the point of my being allowed to go to Tyre to school, if I\ncould earn my board and clothes there.I went through the long village\nstreet there, stopping at every house to ask if they wanted a little\nboy to do chores for his board and go to school.I said nothing about\nclothes after the first few inquiries.It took me almost all day to\nfind a place.It was nearly the last house in the village.The people\nhappened to want a boy, and agreed to take me.I had only to take\ncare of two horses, milk four cows, saw wood for three stoves, and run\nerrands.When I lay awake in my new bed that night, it was with joy that\nI had found such a kind family and such an easy place!\u201cI went to school for a year, and learned something--not much, I\ndaresay, but something.Then I went back to the farm, alternating\nbetween that and other places in Tyre, some better, some worse, until\nfinally", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Then I told my mother that I was\ngoing to Thessaly seminary.The hallway is east of the office.She laughed at me--they all laughed--but in\nthe end I had my way.They fitted me out with some clothes--a vest of\nEzra\u2019s, an old hat, trousers cut perfectly straight and much too short,\nand clumsy boots two sizes too big for me, which had been bought by my\nstepfather in wrath at our continual trouble in the winter to get on our\nstiffened and shrunken boots.\u201cI walked the first ten miles with a light heart.Then I began to grow\nfrightened.The bathroom is west of the office.I had never been to Thessaly, and though I knew pretty well\nfrom others that I should be well received, and even helped to find work\nto maintain myself, the prospect of the new life, now so close at hand,\nunnerved me.I remember once sitting down by the roadside, wavering\nwhether to go on or not.At last I stood on the brow of the hill, and\nsaw Thessaly lying in the valley before me.If I were to live a thousand\nyears, I couldn\u2019t forget that sight--the great elms, the white buildings\nof the seminary, the air of peace and learning and plenty which it all\nwore.I tell you, tears came to my eyes as I looked, and more than once\nthey\u2019ve come again, when I\u2019ve recalled the picture.I remember, too,\nthat later on in the day old Dr.Burdick turned me loose in the library,\nas it were There were four thousand books there, and the sight of them\ntook my breath away.I looked at them for a long time, I know, with my\nmouth wide open.It was clear to me that I should never be able to read\nthem all--nobody, I thought, could do that--but at last I picked out a\nset of the encyclopaedia at the end of the shelf nearest the door, and\ndecided to begin there, and at least read as far through the room as I\ncould.\u201d\n\nReuben stopped here, and relighted his cigar.\u201cThat\u2019s my story,\u201d he said\nafter a pause, as if he had brought the recital up to date.\u201cI should call that only the preface--or rather, the prologue,\u201d said\nHorace.\u201cNo; the rest is nothing out of the ordinary.I managed to live\nthrough the four years here--peddling a little, then travelling for\na photographer in Tecumseh who made enlarged copies of old pictures\ncollected from the farm-houses, then teaching school.I studied law\nfirst by myself, then with Ansdell at Tecumseh, and then one year in New\nYork at the Columbia Law School.I was admitted down there, and had a\nfair prospect of remaining there, but I couldn\u2019t make myself like New\nYork.It is too big; a fellow has no chance to be himself there.And so\nI came back here; and I haven\u2019t done so badly, all things considered", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\u201cBut I see the way now, I think,\u201d continued Reuben, meditatively, \u201cto\ndoing much better still.I see a good many ways in which you can help me\ngreatly.\u201d\n\n\u201cI should hope so,\u201d smiled young Mr.The garden is west of the bedroom.\u201cThat\u2019s what I\u2019m coming in\nfor.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019m not thinking so much of the business,\u201d answered Reuben; \u201cthere need\nbe no borrowing-of trouble about that.But there are things outside that\nI want to do.I spoke a little about this the other day, I think.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou said something about going into politics,\u201d replied Horace, not\nso heartily.The notion had already risen in his mind that the junior\nmember of the new partnership might be best calculated to shine in the\narena of the public service, if the firm was to go in for that sort of\nthing.not \u2018politics\u2019 in the sense you mean,\u201d explained Reuben.The office is east of the bedroom.\u201cMy\nambition doesn\u2019t extend beyond this village that we\u2019re in.I\u2019m not\nsatisfied with it; there are a thousand things that we ought to be doing\nbetter than we are, and I\u2019ve got a great longing to help improve them.That is what has been in my mind ever\nsince my return.Strictly speaking,\n\u2018politics\u2019 ought to embrace in its meaning all the ways by which the\ngeneral good is served, and nothing else.But, as a matter of fact, it\nhas come to mean first of all the individual good, and quite often the\nsacrifice of everything else.Unless\na man watches himself very closely, it is easy for him to grow to attach\nimportance to the honor and the profit of the place he holds, and\nto forget its responsibilities.Why should it be taken for granted that the men who devoted their lives\nto the liberation of their fellowmen should have been hissed at in\nthe hour of death by the snakes of conscience, while men who defended\nslavery--practiced polygamy--justified the stealing of babes from the\nbreasts of mothers, and lashed the naked back of unpaid labor, are\nsupposed to have passed smilingly from earth to the embraces of the\nangels?Why should we think that the brave thinkers, the investigators,\nthe honest men must have left the crumbling shore of time in dread and\nfear, while the instigators of the massacre of St.Bartholomew, the\ninventors and users of thumb screws, of iron boots and racks, the\nburners and tearers of human flesh, the stealers, the whippers, and the\nenslavers of men, the buyers and beaters of maidens, mothers, and babes,\nthe founders of the inquisition, the makers of chains, the builders of\ndungeons, the calumniators of the living, the slanderers of the\ndead, and even the murderers of Jesus Christ, all died in the odor of\nsanctity, with white, forgiven hands folded upon the", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Infidelity is Liberty\n\nInfidelity is liberty; all religion is slavery.In every creed man is\nthe slave of God--woman is the slave of man and the sweet children are\nthe slaves of all.We do not want creeds; we want knowledge--we want\nhappiness.The garden is north of the office.The World in Debt to Infidels\n\nWhat would the world be if infidels had never been?Did all the priests of Rome increase the mental wealth of man as much\nas Bruno?Did all the priests of France do as great a work for the\ncivilization of the world as Diderot and Voltaire?Did all the ministers\nof Scotland add as much to the sum of human knowledge as David Hume?Have all the clergymen, monks, friars, ministers, priests, bishops,\ncardinals, and popes, from the day of Pentecost to the last election,\ndone as much for human liberty as Thomas Paine?Infidels the Pioneers of Progress\n\nThe history of intellectual progress is written in the lives of\ninfidels.Political rights have been preserved by traitors--the liberty\nof the mind by heretics.To attack the king was treason--to dispute the\npriest was blasphemy.The throne and the altar were twins--vultures from the same\negg.It was James I. who said: \"No bishop, no king.\"He might have said:\n\"No cross, no crown.\"The king owned the bodies, and the priest the\nsouls, of men.One lived on taxes, the other on alms.One was a robber,\nthe other a beggar.The king made laws, the priest made creeds.With bowed backs the people\nreceived the burdens of the one, and, with wonder's open mouth, the\ndogmas of the other.If any aspired to be free, they were slaughtered by\nthe king, and every priest was a Herod who slaughtered the children\nof the brain.The king ruled by force, the priest by fear, and both by\nboth.The king said to the people: \"God made you peasants, and He made\nme king.He made rags and hovels for you, robes and palaces for me.And the priest said: \"God made you ignorant and\nvile.If you do not obey me, God will punish\nyou here and torment you hereafter.Infidels the Great Discoverers\n\nInfidels are the intellectual discoverers.They sail the unknown seas,\nand in the realms of thought they touch the shores of other worlds.An\ninfidel is the finder of a new fact--one who in the mental sky has seen\nanother star.He is an intellectual capitalist, and for that reason\nexcites the envy of theological paupers.The Altar of Reason\n\nVirtue is a subordination, of the passions to the intellect.The kitchen is south of the office.It is to\nact in accordance with your highest convictions.It does not consist in\nbelieving, but in doing.This is the sublime truth that the Infidels in\nall ages have uttered.They have handed the torch from one to the other\nthrough all the years that have fled.Upon the altar of reason they have\nkept the sacred", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "GODS AND DEVILS\n\n\n\n\n275.Every Nation has Created a God\n\nEach nation has created a God, and the God has always resembled his\ncreators.He hated and loved what they hated and loved.Each God was\nintensely patriotic, and detested all nations but his own.All these\ngods demanded praise, flattery and worship.Most of them were pleased\nwith sacrifice, and the smell of innocent blood has ever been considered\na divine perfume.All these gods have insisted on having a vast number\nof priests, and the priests have always insisted upon being supported\nby the people; and the principle business of these priests has been\nto boast that their God could easily vanquish all the other gods put\ntogether.Gods with Back-Hair\n\nMan, having always been the physical superior of woman, accounts for\nthe fact that most of the high gods have been males.Had women been the\nphysical superior; the powers supposed to be the rulers of Nature would\nhave been woman, and instead of being represented in the apparel of man,\nthey would have luxuriated in trains, low-necked dresses, laces and\nback-hair.The garden is east of the office.Creation the Decomposition of the Infinite\n\nAdmitting that a god did create the universe, the question then arises,\nof what did he create it?Nothing,\nconsidered in the light of a raw material, is a most decided failure.It\nfollows, then, that the god must have made the universe out of himself,\nhe being the only existence.The universe is material, and if it was\nmade of god, the god must have been material.With this very thought in\nhis mind, Anaximander of Miletus, said: \"Creation is the decomposition\nof the infinite.\"The bedroom is east of the garden.The Gods Are as the People Are\n\nNo god was ever in advance of the nation that created him.The <DW64>s\nrepresented their deities with black skins and curly hair: The Mongolian\ngave to his a yellow complexion and dark almond-shaped eyes.The Jews\nwere not allowed to paint theirs, or we should have seen Jehovah with\na full beard, an oval face, and an aquiline nose.Zeus was a perfect\nGreek, and Jove looked as though a member of the Roman senate.The gods\nof Egypt had the patient face and placid look of the loving people who\nmade them.The gods of northern countries were represented warmly clad\nin robes of fur; those of the tropics were naked.His means were\ngetting low, insomuch that to support the Bonnevilles he had to sell the\nBordentown house and property.*\n\n     * It was bought for $300 by his friend John Oliver, whose\n     daughter, still residing in the house, told me that her\n     father to the end of his life \"thought everything of Paine.\"John Oliver, in his old age, visited Colonel Ingersoll in\n     order to testify against the aspersions on Paine's character\n     and habits.Elihu Palmer had gone off to Philadelphia for a time; he died there", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The few intelligent people whom Paine knew were\nmuch occupied, and he was almost without congenial society.His hint to\nJefferson of his impending poverty, and his reminder that Virginia had\nnot yet given him the honorarium he and Madison approved, had brought\nno result.With all this, and the loss of early friendships, and the\ntheological hornet-nest he had found in New York, Paine began to feel\nthat his return to America was a mistake.The air-castle that had allured him to his beloved land had faded.His\nlittle room with the Bonnevilles in Paris, with its chaos of papers, was\npreferable; for there at least he could enjoy the society of educated\npersons, free from bigotry.He dwelt a stranger in his Land of Promise.So he resolved to try and free himself from his depressing environment.Jefferson had offered him a ship to\nreturn in, perhaps he would now help him to get back.30th) a letter to the President, pointing out the probabilities of a\ncrisis in Europe which must result in either a descent on England by\nBonaparte, or in a treaty.In the case that the people of England should\nbe thus liberated from tyranny, he (Paine) desired to share with his\nfriends there the task of framing a republic.Should there be, on the\nother hand, a treaty of peace, it would be of paramount interest to\nAmerican shipping that such treaty should include that maritime compact,\nor safety of the seas for neutral ships, of which Paine had written\nso much, and which Jefferson himself had caused to be printed in a\npamphlet.Both of these were, therefore, Paine's subjects.The office is east of the bedroom.\"I think,\" he\nsays, \"you will find it proper, perhaps necessary, to send a person to\nFrance in the event of either a treaty or a descent, and I make you an\noffer of my services on that occasion to join Mr.Monroe.... As I think\nthat the letters of a friend to a friend have some claim to an answer,\nit will be agreeable to me to receive an answer to this, but without any\nwish that you should commit yourself, neither can you be a judge of what\nis proper or necessary to be done till about the month of April or May.\"Paine must face the fact that his\ncareer is ended.It is probable that Elihu Palmer's visit to Philadelphia was connected\nwith some theistic movement in that city.The garden is east of the office.How it was met, and what\nannoyances Paine had to suffer, are partly intimated in the following\nletter, printed in the Philadelphia _Commercial Advertiser_, February\n10, 1806.\"To John Inskeep, Mayor of the City of Philadelphia.\"I saw in the Aurora of January the 30th a piece addressed to you and\nsigned Isaac Hall.It contains a statement of your malevolent conduct in\nrefusing to let him have Vine-st.Wharf after he had bid fifty\ndollars more rent for it than another person had offered, and had been\nunanimously approved of by the Commissioners appointed by law for that\npurpose.Among the reasons given by you for this refusal, one was", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "If those whom you may chuse to\ncall my disciples follow my example in doing good to mankind, they will\npass the confines of this world with a happy mind, while the hope of the\nhypocrite shall perish and delusion sink into despair.Inskeep is, for I do not remember the name of\nInskeep at Philadelphia in '_the time that tried men's souls._* He must\nbe some mushroom of modern growth that has started up on the soil which\nthe generous services of Thomas Paine contributed to bless with freedom;\nneither do I know what profession of religion he is of, nor do I care,\nfor if he is a man malevolent and unjust, it signifies not to what class\nor sectary he may hypocritically belong.\"As I set too much value on my time to waste it on a man of so little\nconsequence as yourself, I will close this short address with a\ndeclaration that puts hypocrisy and malevolence to defiance.Here it is:\nMy motive and object in all my political works, beginning with Common\nSense, the first work I ever published, have been to rescue man from\ntyranny and false systems and false principles of government, and enable\nhim to be free, and establish government for himself; and I have borne\nmy share of danger in Europe and in America in every attempt I have made\nfor this purpose.The bathroom is east of the hallway.And my motive and object in all my publications on\nreligious subjects, beginning with the first part of the Age of Reason,\nhave been to bring man to a right reason that God has given him; to\nimpress on him the great principles of divine morality, justice, mercy,\nand a benevolent disposition to all men and to all creatures; and to\nexcite in him a spirit of trust, confidence and consolation in his\ncreator, unshackled by the fable and fiction of books, by whatever\ninvented name they may be called.I am happy in the continual\ncontemplation of what I have done, and I thank God that he gave\nme talents for the purpose and fortitude to do it It will make the\ncontinual consolation of my departing hours, whenever they finally\narrive.\"'_These are the times that try men's souls_.'1, written\nwhile on the retreat with the army from fort Lee to the Delaware and\npublished in Philadelphia in the dark days of 1776 December the 19th,\nsix days before the taking of the Hessians at Trenton.\"But the year 1806 had a heavier blow yet to inflict on Paine, and\nit naturally came, though in a roundabout way, from his old enemy\nGouverneur Morris.While at New Rochelle, Paine offered his vote at the\nelection, and it was refused, on the ground that he was not an American\ncitizen!The hallway is east of the office.The supervisor declared that the former American Minister,\nGouverneur Morris, had refused to reclaim him from a French prison\nbecause he was not an American, and that Washington had also refused to\nreclaim him.Gouverneur Morris had just lost his seat in Congress,\nand was politically defunct, but his ghost thus rose on poor Paine's\npathway.There is, however, an advantage to", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "There are many \u201cvanities and vexations of spirit\u201d under the sun, but this\nevil of professional redundancy seems to be one of very great magnitude.It involves not merely an outlay of much precious time and substance to\nno purpose, but in most cases unfits those who constitute the \u201cexcess\u201d\nfrom applying themselves afterwards to other pursuits.Such persons are\nthe primary sufferers; but the community at large participates in the\nloss.It cannot but be interesting to inquire to what this tendency may be\nowing, and what remedy it might be useful to apply to the evil.Now, it\nstrikes me that the great cause is the exclusive attention which people\npay to the great prizes, and their total inconsideration of the number of\nblanks which accompany them.The office is south of the bathroom.Life itself has been compared to a lottery;\nbut in some departments the scheme may be so particularly bad, that it is\nnothing short of absolute gambling to purchase a share in it.A few arrive at great eminence, and these few excite the\nenvy and admiration of all beholders; but they are only a few compared\nwith the number of those who linger in the shade, and, however anxious to\nenjoy the sport, never once get a rap at the ball.Again, parents are apt to look upon the mere name of a profession as a\nprovision for their children.They calculate all the expenses of general\neducation, professional education, and then of admission to \u201cliberty to\npractise;\u201d and finding all these items amount to a tolerably large sum,\nthey conceive they have bestowed an ample portion on the son who has cost\nthem \u201cthus much monies.\u201d But unfortunately they soon learn by experience\nthat the elevation of a profession, great as it is, does not always\npossess that homely recommendation of causing the \u201cpot to boil,\u201d and that\nthe individual for whom this costly provision has been made, cannot be so\nsoon left to shift for himself.Here then is another cause of this evil,\nnamely, that people do not adequately and fairly calculate the whole cost.Of our liberal professions, the army is the only one that yields a\ncertain income as the produce of the purchase money, But in these \u201cpiping\ntimes of peace,\u201d a private soldier in the ranks might as well attempt to\nverify the old song, and\n\n    \u201cSpend half a crown out of sixpence a-day,\u201d\n\nas an ensign to pay mess-money and band-money, and all other regulation\nmonies, keep himself in dress coat and epaulettes, and all the other et\nceteras, upon his mere pay.To live in any\ncomfort in the army, a subaltern should have an income from some other\nsource, equal at least in amount to that which he receives through the\nhands of the paymaster.The hallway is south of the office.The army is, in fact, an expensive profession,\nand of all others the least agreeable to one who is prevented, by\ncircumscribed means, from doing as his brother officers do.Yet the\nmistake of venturing to meet all these difficulties is not unfrequently\nadmitted,", "question": "What is the bathroom north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The usual\nresult is such as one would anticipate, namely, that the rash adventurer,\nafter incurring debts, or putting his friends to unlooked-for charges, is\nobliged after a short time to sell out, and bid farewell for ever to the\nunprofitable profession of arms.It would be painful to dwell upon the situation of those who enter other\nprofessions without being duly prepared to wait their turn of employment.It is recognised as a poignantly applicable truth in the profession of\nthe bar, that \u201cmany are called but few are chosen;\u201d but with very few and\nrare exceptions indeed, the necessity of _biding_ the time is certain.In the legal and medical professions there is no fixed income, however\nsmall, insured to the adventurer; and unless his circle of friends and\nconnections be very wide and serviceable indeed, he should make up his\nmind for a procrastinated return and a late harvest.But how many from\nday to day, and from year to year, do launch their bark upon the ocean,\nwithout any such prudent foresight!The result therefore is, that vast\nproportion of disastrous voyages and shipwrecks of which we hear so\nconstantly.Such is the admitted evil--it is granted on all sides.The hallway is north of the bathroom.The question\nis, what is to be done?--what is the remedy?Now, the remedy for an\noverstocked profession very evidently is, that people should forbear to\nenter it.I am no Malthusian on the subject of population: I desire no\nunnatural checks upon the increase and multiplication of her Majesty\u2019s\nsubjects; but I should like to drain off a surplus from certain\nsituations, and turn off the in-flowing stream into more profitable\nchannels.I would advise parents, then, to leave the choice of a liberal\nprofession to those who are able to live without one.Such parties can\nafford to wait for advancement, however long it may be in coming, or to\nbear up against disappointment, if such should be their lot.With such\nit is a safe speculation, and they may be left to indulge in it, if they\nthink proper.But it will be asked, what is to\nbe done with the multitudes who would be diverted from the professions,\nif this advice were acted upon?I answer, that the money unprofitably\nspent upon their education, and in fees of admission to these expensive\npursuits, would insure them a \u201cgood location\u201d and a certain provision\nfor life in Canada, or some of the colonies; and that any honourable\noccupation which would yield a competency ought to be preferred to\n\u201cprofessions\u201d which, however \u201cliberal,\u201d hold out to the many but a very\ndoubtful prospect of that result.The garden is south of the bathroom.It is much to be regretted that there is a prevalent notion among\ncertain of my countrymen that \u201ctrade\u201d is not a \u201cgenteel\u201d thing, and\nthat it must be eschewed by those who have any pretensions to fashion.This unfortunate, and I must say unsound state of opinion, contributes\nalso, I fear, in", "question": "What is north of the bathroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "The supposed absolute necessity of a high\nclassical education is a natural concomitant of this opinion.All our\nschools therefore are eminently classical.The bedroom is north of the kitchen.The University follows, as a\nmatter of course, and then the University leads to a liberal profession,\nas surely as one step of a ladder conducts to another.She left the boat Sunday afternoon, 25th November, and\n arrived quite exhausted at the hotel.I was allowed to see her for\n a minute before the unit left for London that night.She could only\n whisper, but was as sweet and patient as she ever was.She said we\n should meet soon in London.\u2019\n\nAfter her death, many who had watched her through these strenuous\nyears, regretted that she did not take more care of herself.Symptoms\nof the disease appeared so soon, she must have known what overwork and\nwar rations meant in her state.This may be said of every follower of\nthe One who saved others, but could not save Himself.The life story\nof Saint and Pioneer is always the same.To continue to ill-treat\n\u2018brother body\u2019 meant death to St.Francis; to remain in the fever\nswamps of Africa meant death to Livingstone.The poor, and the freedom\nof the slave, were the common cause for which both these laid down\ntheir lives.Of the same spirit was this daughter of our race.Had she\nremained at home on her return from Serbia she might have been with us\nto-day, but we should not have the woman we now know, and for whom we\ngive thanks on every remembrance of her.Miss Arbuthnot makes no allusion to\nits dangers.Everything written by the \u2018unit\u2019 is instinct with the\nhigh courage of their leader.We know now how great were the perils\nsurrounding the transports on the North seas.Old, and unseaworthy, the\nmenace below, the storm above, through the night of the Arctic Circle,\nshe was safely brought to the haven where all would be.The garden is north of the bedroom.More than once\ndeath in open boats was a possibility to be faced; there were seven\nfeet of water in the engine-room, and only the stout hearts of her\ncaptain and crew knew all the dangers of their long watch and ward.As the transport entered the Tyne a blizzard swept over the country.We who waited for news on shore wondered where on the cold grey seas\nlaboured the ship bringing home \u2018Dr.Elsie and her unit.\u2019\n\nIn her last hours she told her own people of the closing days on\nboard:--\n\n \u2018When we left Orkney we had a dreadful passage, and even after we got\n into the river it was very rough.We were moored lower down, and,\n owing to the high wind and storm, a big liner suddenly bore down upon\n us, and came within a foot of cutting us in two, when our moorings\n broke, we swung round, and were saved.I said to the one who told\n me--\u201cWho cut our moorings?\u201d She answered, \u201cNo one cut them, they\n broke.\u201d\u2019\n\nThere was a", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The garden is north of the kitchen.\u2018The same hand who cut our moorings then is cutting mine now, and I am\n going forth.\u2019\n\nHer niece Evelyn Simson notes how they heard of the arrival:--\n\n \u2018A wire came on Friday from Aunt Elsie, saying they had arrived in\n Newcastle.We tried all Saturday to get news by wire and \u2019phone,\n but got none.We think now this was because the first news came by\n wireless, and they did not land till Sunday.\u2018Aunt Elsie answered our prepaid wire, simply saying, \u201cI am in bed, do\n not telephone for a few days.\u201d I was free to start off by the night\n train, and arrived about 2 A.M.were\n at the Station Hotel, and I saw Aunt Elsie\u2019s name in the book.I did\n not like to disturb her at that hour, and went to my room till 7.30.I\n found her alone; the night nurse was next door.She was surprised to\n see me, as she thought it would be noon before any one could arrive.She looked terribly wasted, but she gave me such a strong embrace that\n I never thought the illness was more than what might easily be cured\n on land, with suitable diet.\u2018I felt her pulse, and she said.\u201cIt is not very good, Eve dear, I\n know, for I have a pulse that beats in my head, and I know it has been\n dropping beats all night.\u201d She wanted to know all about every one, and\n we had a long talk before any one came in.Ward had been to her, always, and we arranged that Dr.Aunt Elsie then packed me off to get some breakfast, and\n Dr.Ward told me she was much worse than she had been the night before.\u2018I telephoned to Edinburgh saying she was \u201cvery ill.\u201d When Dr.Williams came, I learnt that there was practically no hope of her\n living.They started injections and oxygen, and Aunt Elsie said, \u201cNow\n don\u2019t think we didn\u2019t think of all these things before, but on board\n ship nothing was possible.\u201d\n\n \u2018It was not till Dr.Williams\u2019 second visit that she asked me if the\n doctor thought \u201cthis was the end.\u201d When she saw that it was so, she\n at once said, without pause or hesitation, \u201cEve, it will be grand\n starting a new job over there,\u201d--then, with a smile, \u201calthough there\n are two or three jobs here I would like to have finished.\u201d After this\n her whole mind seemed taken up with the sending of last messages to\n her committees, units, friends, and relations.The bathroom is south of the kitchen.It simply amazed me how\n she remembered every one down to her grand-nieces and nephews.When I\n knew mother and Aunt Eva were on their way, I told her, and she was\n overjoyed.Early in the morning she told me wonderful things about\n bringing back the Serbs.I found it very hard to follow, as it was an\n unknown story to me.I clearly remember she went one day to the", "question": "What is the kitchen north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The bedroom is north of the garden.She was told she\n could only wire straight to the War Office--\u201cand so I got into touch\n straight with the War Office.\u201d\n\n \u2018Mrs.M\u2018Laren at one moment commented--\u201cYou have done magnificent\n work.\u201d Back swiftly came her answer, \u201cNot I, but my unit.\u201d\n\n \u2018Mrs.M\u2018Laren says: \u2018Mrs.Simson and I arrived at Newcastle on Monday\n evening.The office is north of the bedroom.It was a glorious experience to be with her those last two\n hours.She was emaciated almost beyond recognition, but all sense\n of her bodily weakness was lost in the grip one felt of the strong\n alert spirit, which dominated every one in the room.She was clear\n in her mind, and most loving to the end.The words she greeted us\n with were--\u201cSo, I am going over to the other side.\u201d When she saw we\n could not believe it, she said, with a smile, \u201cFor a long time I\n _meant_ to live, but now I _know_ I am going.\u201d She spoke naturally\n and expectantly of going over.Certainly she met the unknown with a\n cheer!As the minutes passed she seemed to be entering into some great\n experience, for she kept repeating, \u201cThis is wonderful--but this is\n wonderful.\u201d Then, she would notice that some one of us was standing,\n and she would order us to sit down--another chair must be brought if\n there were not enough.To the end, she would revert to small details\n for our comfort.Earle S. Goodrich,\neditor-in-chief of the Pioneer: Thomas Foster, editor of the\nMinnesotian; T.M.Newson, editor of the Times, and John P. Owens,\nfirst editor of the Minnesotian, were all printers.When the old Press\nremoved from Bridge Square in 1869 to the new building on the corner\nof Third and Minnesota streets, Earle S. Goodrich came up into the\ncomposing room and requested the privilege of setting the first type\nin the new building.He was provided with a stick and rule and set\nup about half a column of editorial without copy.The editor of the\nPress, in commenting on his article, said it was set up as \"clean as\nthe blotless pages of Shakespeare.\"In looking over the article the\nnext morning some of the typos discovered an error in the first line.THE DECISIVE BATTLE OF MILL SPRINGS.THE FIRST BATTLE DURING THE CIVIL WAR IN WHICH THE UNION FORCES SCORED\nA DECISIVE VICTORY--THE SECOND MINNESOTA THE HEROES OF THE DAY--THE\nREBEL GENERAL ZOLLICOFFER KILLED.Every Minnesotian's heart swells with pride whenever mention is made\nof the grand record of the volunteers from the North Star State in the\ngreat struggle for the suppression of the rebellion.At the outbreak\nof the war Minnesota was required to furnish one regiment, but so\nintensely patriotic were its citizens that nearly two regiments\nvolunteered at the first call of the", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "As only ten companies\ncould go in the first regiment the surplus was held in readiness for\na second call, which it was thought would be soon forthcoming.On the\n16th of June, 1861, Gov.Ramsey received notice that a second regiment\nwould be acceptable, and accordingly the companies already organized\nwith two or three additions made up the famous Second Minnesota.Van Cleve was appointed colonel, with headquarters at Fort Snelling.Several of the companies were sent to the frontier to relieve\ndetachments of regulars stationed at various posts, but on the 16th of\nOctober, 1861, the full regiment started for Washington.On reaching\nPittsburgh, however, their destination was changed to Louisville, at\nwhich place they were ordered to report to Gen.Sherman, then in\ncommand of the Department of the Cumberland, and they at once received\norders to proceed to Lebanon Junction, about thirty miles south of\nLouisville.The regiment remained at this camp about six weeks before\nanything occurred to relieve the monotony of camp life, although there\nwere numerous rumors of night attacks by large bodies of Confederates.On the 15th of November, 1861, Gen.Buell assumed command of all the\nvolunteers in the vicinity of Louisville, and he at once organized\nthem into divisions and brigades.Early in December the Second\nregiment moved to Lebanon, Ky., and, en route, the train was fired at.At Lebanon the Second Minnesota, Eighteenth United States infantry,\nNinth and Thirty-fifth Ohio regiments were organized into a brigade,\nand formed part of Gen.Thomas started his troops on the Mill Springs campaign\nand from the 1st to the 17th day of January, spent most of its time\nmarching under rain, sleet and through mud, and on the latter date\nwent into camp near Logan's Cross Roads, eight miles north of\nZollicoffer's intrenched rebel camp at Beech Grove.The kitchen is south of the bedroom.18, Company A was on picket duty.It had been raining incessantly\nand was so dark that it was with difficulty that pickets could be\nrelieved.Just at daybreak the rebel advance struck the pickets of\nthe Union lines, and several musket shots rang out with great\ndistinctness, and in quick succession, it being the first rebel shot\nthat the boys had ever heard.The\nfiring soon commenced again, nearer and more distinct than at first,\nand thicker and faster as the rebel advance encountered the Union\npickets.The Second Minnesota had entered the woods and passing\nthrough the Tenth Indiana, then out of ammunition and retiring and no\nlonger firing.The enemy, emboldened by the cessation and mistaking\nits cause, assumed they had the Yanks on the run, advanced to the rail\nfence separating the woods from the field just as the Second Minnesota\nwas doing the same, and while the rebels got there first, they were\nalso first to get away and make a run to their rear.But before\nthey ran their firing was resumed and Minnesotians got busy and the\nFifteenth Mississippi and the Sixteenth Alabama regiments were made\nto feel that they had run up against something.The kitchen is north of the hallway.To the right of the\nSecond were two of Kinney's cannon and", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The mist and smoke which hung closely was too thick to see\nthrough, but by lying down it was possible to look under the smoke and\nto see the first rebel line, and that it was in bad shape, and back of\nit and down on the low ground a second line, with their third line\non the high ground on the further side of the field.That the Second\nMinnesota was in close contact with the enemy was evident all along\nits line, blasts of fire and belching smoke coming across the fence\nfrom Mississippi muskets.The contest was at times hand to hand--the\nSecond Minnesota and the rebels running their guns through the fence,\nfiring and using the bayonet when opportunity offered.The garden is east of the kitchen.The firing was\nvery brisk for some time when it was suddenly discovered that\nthe enemy had disappeared.The battle was over, the Johnnies had\n\"skedaddled,\" leaving their dead and dying on the bloody field.Many\nof the enemy were killed and wounded, and some few surrendered.After\nthe firing had ceased one rebel lieutenant bravely stood in front\nof the Second and calmly faced his fate.After being called on to\nsurrender he made no reply, but deliberately raised his hand and shot\nLieut.His name proved\nto be Bailie Peyton, son of one of the most prominent Union men in\nTennessee.Zollicoffer, commander of the Confederate forces, was\nalso killed in this battle.This battle, although a mere skirmish when\ncompared to many other engagements in which the Second participated\nbefore the close of the war, was watched with great interest by the\npeople of St.The bathroom is east of the garden.Two full companies had been recruited in the city\nand there was quite a number of St.Paulites in other companies of\nthis regiment.When it became known that a battle had been fought\nin which the Second had been active participants, the relatives and\nfriends of the men engaged in the struggle thronged the newspaper\noffices in quest of information regarding their safety.The casualties\nin the Second Minnesota, amounted to twelve killed and thirty-five\nwounded.\"I don't know,\" ses Ginger, \"but you won't get the chance of doing it\nagin, I'll tell you that much.\"\"I daresay I shall be better to-night, Ginger,\" ses Bill, very humble;\n\"it don't always take me that way.\"Well, we don't want you with us any more,\" ses old Sam, 'olding his 'ead\nvery high.\"You'll 'ave to go and get your beer by yourself, Bill,\" ses Peter\nRusset, feeling 'is bruises with the tips of 'is fingers.\"But then I should be worse,\" ses Bill.\"I want cheerful company when\nI'm like that.I should very likely come 'ome and 'arf kill you all in\nyour beds.You don't 'arf know what I'm like.Last night was nothing,\nelse I should 'ave remembered it.\"'Ow do you think company's going to be\ncheerful when you're carrying on like that, Bill?Why don't you go away\nand leave us alone?\"\"Because I've got a 'art,\" ses Bill", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "\"I can't chuck up pals in that\nfree-and-easy way.Once I take a liking to anybody I'd do anything for\n'em, and I've never met three chaps I like better than wot I do you.Three nicer, straight-forrad, free-'anded mates I've never met afore.\"\"Why not take the pledge agin, Bill?\"\"No, mate,\" ses Bill, with a kind smile; \"it's just a weakness, and I\nmust try and grow out of it.I'll tie a bit o' string round my little\nfinger to-night as a re-minder.\"The hallway is north of the bedroom.He got out of bed and began to wash 'is face, and Ginger Dick, who was\ndoing a bit o' thinking, gave a whisper to Sam and Peter Russet.\"All right, Bill, old man,\" he ses, getting out of bed and beginning to\nput his clothes on; \"but first of all we'll try and find out 'ow the\nlandlord is.\"ses Bill, puffing and blowing in the basin.\"Why, the one you bashed,\" ses Ginger, with a wink at the other two.\"He\n'adn't got 'is senses back when me and Sam came away.\"Bill gave a groan and sat on the bed while 'e dried himself, and Ginger\ntold 'im 'ow he 'ad bent a quart pot on the landlord's 'ead, and 'ow the\nlandlord 'ad been carried upstairs and the doctor sent for.He began to\ntremble all over, and when Ginger said he'd go out and see 'ow the land\nlay 'e could 'ardly thank 'im enough.He stayed in the bedroom all day, with the blinds down, and wouldn't eat\nanything, and when Ginger looked in about eight o'clock to find out\nwhether he 'ad gone, he found 'im sitting on the bed clean shaved, and\n'is face cut about all over where the razor 'ad slipped.Ginger was gone about two hours, and when 'e came back he looked so\nsolemn that old Sam asked 'im whether he 'ad seen a ghost.Ginger didn't\nanswer 'im; he set down on the side o' the bed and sat thinking.\"I s'pose--I s'pose it's nice and fresh in the streets this morning?\"ses Bill, at last, in a trembling voice.\"I didn't notice, mate,\" he ses.Then\n'e got up and patted Bill on the back, very gentle, and sat down again.[Illustration: \"Patted Bill on the back, very gentle.\"]asks Peter Russet, staring at 'im.\"It's that landlord,\" ses Ginger; \"there's straw down in the road\noutside, and they say that he's dying.Pore old Bill don't know 'is own\nstrength.The best thing you can do, old pal, is to go as far away as\nyou can, at once.\"The bedroom is north of the bathroom.\"I shouldn't wait a minnit if it was me,\" ses old Sam.Bill groaned and hid 'is face in his 'ands, and then Peter Russet went\nand spo", "question": "What is the bathroom south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Bill gave a dreadful groan when 'e said murderer, but 'e\nup and agreed with Peter, and all Sam and Ginger Dick could do wouldn't\nmake 'im alter his mind.He said that he would shave off 'is beard and\nmoustache, and when night came 'e would creep out and take a lodging\nsomewhere right the other end of London.\"It'll soon be dark,\" ses Ginger, \"and your own brother wouldn't know you\nnow, Bill.The office is south of the bedroom.\"Nobody must know that, mate,\" he ses.\"I must go\ninto hiding for as long as I can--as long as my money lasts; I've only\ngot six pounds left.\"\"That'll last a long time if you're careful,\" ses Ginger.\"I want a lot more,\" ses Bill.\"I want you to take this silver ring as a\nkeepsake, Ginger.If I 'ad another six pounds or so I should feel much\nsafer.'Ow much 'ave you got, Ginger?\"\"Not much,\" ses Ginger, shaking his 'ead.\"Lend it to me, mate,\" ses Bill, stretching out his 'and.Ah, I wish I was you; I'd be as 'appy as 'appy if I\nhadn't got a penny.\"\"I'm very sorry, Bill,\" ses Ginger, trying to smile, \"but I've already\npromised to lend it to a man wot we met this evening.A promise is a\npromise, else I'd lend it to you with pleasure.\"\"Would you let me be 'ung for the sake of a few pounds, Ginger?\"ses\nBill, looking at 'im reproach-fully.\"I'm a desprit man, Ginger, and I\nmust 'ave that money.\"Afore pore Ginger could move he suddenly clapped 'is hand over 'is mouth\nand flung 'im on the bed.Ginger was like a child in 'is hands, although\nhe struggled like a madman, and in five minutes 'e was laying there with\na towel tied round his mouth and 'is arms and legs tied up with the cord\noff of Sam's chest.\"I'm very sorry, Ginger,\" ses Bill, as 'e took a little over eight pounds\nout of Ginger's pocket.\"I'll pay you back one o' these days, if I can.The kitchen is north of the bedroom.If you'd got a rope round your neck same as I 'ave you'd do the same as\nI've done.\"He lifted up the bedclothes and put Ginger inside and tucked 'im up.Ginger's face was red with passion and 'is eyes starting out of his 'ead.\"Eight and six is fifteen,\" ses Bill, and just then he 'eard somebody\ncoming up the stairs.Ginger 'eard it, too, and as Peter Russet came\ninto the room 'e tried all 'e could to attract 'is attention by rolling\n'is 'ead from side to side.\"Why, 'as Ginger gone to bed?\"\"He's all right,\" ses Bill; \"just a bit of a 'eadache.\"Peter stood staring at the bed, and then 'e pulled the clothes off", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"I 'ad to do it, Peter,\" ses Bill.\"I wanted some more money to escape\nwith, and 'e wouldn't lend it to me.I 'aven't got as much as I want\nnow.You just came in in the nick of time.Another minute and you'd ha'\nmissed me.\"Ah, I wish I could lend you some, Bill,\" ses Peter Russet, turning pale,\n\"but I've 'ad my pocket picked; that's wot I came back for, to get some\nfrom Ginger.\"The bedroom is east of the office.\"You see 'ow it is, Bill,\" ses Peter, edging back toward the door; \"three\nmen laid 'old of me and took every farthing I'd got.\"\"Well, I can't rob you, then,\" ses Bill, catching 'old of 'im.It\nappeared to me then that the last morsel of food that had passed my lips\nhad exhausted itself at a period farther away than the birth of Adam!\u201d\n\n\u201cYou must have been good and hungry!\u201d laughed Mellen.The garden is west of the office.\u201cWhat did you wander off into that country for?\u201d asked Jimmie.\u201cYou\nmight have known better.\u201d\n\n\u201cI couldn\u2019t remain in the Canal Zone,\u201d replied Sam, \u201cbecause no one\nwould give me a job.Everybody seemed to want to talk to me for my own\ngood.Even the chief in charge of the Gatun dam contract told me\u2014\u2014\u201d\n\n\u201cDo you know the chief in charge of the Gatun dam contract?\u201d asked\nHavens, casually.\u201cYou spoke of him a moment ago as if you had met him\npersonally.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell, you see,\u201d Sam went on, hesitatingly, \u201cyou see I just happened\nto\u2014\u2014\u201d\n\nThe confusion of the young man was so great that no further questions\nwere asked of him at that time, but all understood that he had\ninadvertently lifted a curtain which revealed previous acquaintance with\nmen like the chief in charge of the Gatun dam.The boy certainly was a\nmystery, and they all decided to learn the truth about him before\nparting company.Havens said, breaking a rather oppressive silence, \u201care we\nall ready for the roof of the world to-morrow?\u201d\n\n\u201cYou bet we\u2019re all ready!\u201d cried Jimmie.\u201cI\u2019m ready right now!\u201d exclaimed Carl.\u201cWill you go with us, Sam?\u201d asked Mr.\u201cI should be glad to!\u201d was the reply.No more was said on the subject at that time, yet all saw by the\nexpression on the tramp\u2019s face how grateful he was for this new chance\nin life which Mr.\u201cJerusalem!\u201d exclaimed Jimmie in a moment, jumping to his feet and\nrushing toward the door.\u201cI\u2019ve forgotten something!\u201d\n\n\u201cSomething important?\u201d asked Ben.I should say so!\u201d replied Jimmie.\u201cI forgot to eat", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\u201cI didn\u2019t wake up!\u201d was the reply.\u201cAnd now,\u201d the boy went on, \u201cyou see\nI\u2019ve got to go and eat two meals all at once.\u201d\n\n\u201cI\u2019ll eat one of them for you,\u201d suggested Sam.\u201cAnd I\u2019ll eat the other!\u201d volunteered Ben.The hallway is east of the office.\u201cYes you will,\u201d grinned Jimmie.\u201cI don\u2019t need any help when it comes to\nsupplying the region under my belt with provisions.\u201d\n\nThe boys hustled away to the dining-room, it being then about seven\no\u2019clock, while Mr.Havens and Mellen hastened back to the manager\u2019s\noffice.Passing through the public lobby, the manager entered his private room\nand opened a sheaf of telegrams lying on the table.He read it carefully, twice\nover, and then turned a startled face toward the manager.The manager glanced at the millionaire\u2019s startled face for a moment and\nthen asked, his voice showing sympathy rather than curiosity:\n\n\u201cUnpleasant news, Mr.Havens?\u201d\n\n\u201cDecidedly so!\u201d was the reply.The millionaire studied over the telegram for a moment and then laid it\ndown in front of the manager.\u201cRead it!\u201d he said.The message was brief and ran as follows:\n\n  \u201cRalph Hubbard murdered last night!Private key to deposit box A\n  missing from his desk!\u201d\n\n\u201cExcept for the information that some one has been murdered,\u201d Mellen\nsaid, restoring the telegram to its owner, \u201cthis means little or nothing\nto me.I don\u2019t think I ever knew Ralph Hubbard!\u201d\n\n\u201cRalph Hubbard,\u201d replied the millionaire gravely, \u201cwas my private\nsecretary at the office of the Invincible Trust Company, New York.All\nthe papers and information collected concerning the search for Milo\nRedfern passed through his hands.In fact, the letter purporting to have\nbeen written and mailed on the lower East Side of New York was addressed\nto him personally, but in my care.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd deposit box A?\u201d asked Mellen.The hallway is west of the bathroom.\u201cPardon me,\u201d he added in a moment, \u201cI\ndon\u2019t seek to pry into your private affairs, but the passing of the\ntelegram to me seemed to indicate a desire on your part to take me into\nyour confidence in this matter.\u201d\n\n\u201cDeposit box A,\u201d replied the millionaire, \u201ccontained every particle of\ninformation we possess concerning the whereabouts of Milo Redfern.\u201d\n\n\u201cI see!\u201d replied Mellen.\u201cI see exactly why you consider the murder and\nrobbery so critically important at this time.\u201d\n\n\u201cI have not only lost my friend,\u201d Mr.Havens declared, \u201cbut it seems to\nme at this time that I have also lost all chance of bringing Redfern", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "\u201cI don\u2019t know what to do now,\u201d the millionaire exclaimed.\u201cWith the\ninformation contained in deposit box A in their possession, the\nassociates of Redfern may easily frustrate any move we may make in\nPeru.\u201d\n\n\u201cSo it seems!\u201d mused Mellen.\u201cBut this man Redfern is still a person of\nconsiderable importance!The kitchen is west of the garden.Men who have passed out of the range of human\nactivities seldom have power to compel the murder of an enemy many\nhundreds of miles away.\u201d\n\n\u201cI have always believed,\u201d Mr.Havens continued, \u201cthat the money\nembezzled by Redfern was largely used in building up an institution\nwhich seeks to rival the Invincible Trust Company.\u201d\n\n\u201cIn that case,\u201d the manager declared, \u201cthe whole power and influence of\nthis alleged rival would be directed toward the continued absence from\nNew York of Redfern.\u201d\n\n\u201cExactly!\u201d the millionaire answered.\u201cThen why not look in New York first?\u201d asked Mellen.\u201cUntil we started away on this trip,\u201d was the reply, \u201cwe had nothing to\nindicate that the real clew to the mystery lay in New York.\u201d\n\n\u201cDid deposit box A contain papers connecting Redfern\u2019s embezzlement with\nany of the officials of the new trust company?\u201d asked the manager.\u201cCertainly!\u201d was the reply.The manager gave a low whistle of amazement and turned to his own\ntelegrams.The millionaire sat brooding in his chair for a moment and\nthen left the room.At the door of the building, he met Sam Weller.Havens,\u201d the young man said, drawing the millionaire aside, \u201cI want\npermission to use one of your machines for a short time to-night.\u201d\n\n\u201cGranted!\u201d replied Mr.The hallway is east of the garden.\u201cI\u2019ve got an idea,\u201d Sam continued, \u201cthat I can pick up valuable\ninformation between now and morning.I may have to make a long flight,\nand so I\u2019d like to take one of the boys with me if you do not object.\u201d\n\n\u201cThey\u2019ll all want to go,\u201d suggested the millionaire.\u201cI know that,\u201d laughed Sam, \u201cand they\u2019ve been asleep all day, and will\nbe prowling around asking questions while I\u2019m getting ready to leave.I\ndon\u2019t exactly know how I\u2019m going to get rid of them.\u201d\n\n\u201cWhich machine do you want?\u201d asked Mr.\u201cThe _Ann_, sir, if it\u2019s all the same to you.\u201d\n\n\u201cYou\u2019re quite welcome to her,\u201d the millionaire returned.\u201cWell, then, with your permission,\u201d continued Sam, \u201cI\u2019ll smuggle Jimmie\nout to the field and we\u2019ll be on our way.Should", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "A great \"feed\" will take place in the grand hall; the buffet will\n     serve as usual individual suppers and baskets for two persons.The committee wish especially to bring the attention of their\n     comrades to the question of women, whose cards of admission\n     must be delivered as soon as possible, so as to enlarge their\n     attendance--always insufficient.Prizes (champagne) will be distributed to the ateliers who may\n     distinguish themselves by the artistic merit and beauty of their\n     female display.[Illustration: (photograph of woman)]\n\n     All the women who compete for these prizes will be assembled on\n     the grand staircase before the orchestra.The nude, as always, is\n     PROHIBITED!?!The question of music at the head of the procession is of the\n     greatest importance, and those comrades who are musical will please\n     give their names to the delegates of the ateliers.Your good-will\n     in this line is asked for--any great worthless capacity in this\n     line will do, as they always play the same tune, \"Les Pompiers!\"The garden is east of the kitchen.For days before the \"Quat'z' Arts\" ball, all is excitement among the\nstudents, who do as little work as possible and rest themselves for the\ngreat event.The favorite wit of the different ateliers is given the\ntask of painting the banner of the atelier, which is carried at the head\nof the several corteges.One of these, in Bouguereau's atelier, depicted\ntheir master caricatured as a cupid.The boys once constructed an elephant with oriental trappings--an\nelephant that could wag his ears and lift his trunk and snort--and after\nthe two fellows who formed respectfully the front and hind legs of this\nknowing beast had practised sufficiently to proceed with him safely, at\nthe head of a cortege of slave girls, nautch dancers, and manacled\ncaptives, the big beast created a success in the procession at the\n\"Quat'z' Arts\" ball.The bedroom is west of the kitchen.[Illustration: (portrait of man)]\n\nAfter the ball, in the gray morning light, they marched it back to the\natelier, where it remained for some weeks, finally becoming such a\nnuisance, kicking around the atelier and getting in everybody's way,\nthat the boys agreed to give it to the first junk-man that came around.But as no junk-man came, and as no one could be found to care for its\nnow sadly battered hulk, its good riddance became a problem.At last the two, who had sweltered in its dusty frame that eventful\nnight of the \"Quat'z' Arts,\" hit upon an idea.They marched it one day\nup the Boulevard St.Germain to the Cafe des deux Magots, followed by a\ncrowd of people, who, when it reached the cafe, assembled around it,\nevery one asking what it was for", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "When half\nthe street became blocked with the crowd, the two wise gentlemen crawled\nout of its fore and aft, and quickly mingled, unnoticed, with the\nbystanders.The bathroom is west of the garden.Then they disappeared in the crowd, leaving the elephant\nstanding in the middle of the street.Those who had been expecting\nsomething to happen--a circus or the rest of the parade to come\nalong--stood around for a while, and then the police, realizing that\nthey had an elephant on their hands, carted the thing away, swearing\nmeanwhile at the atelier and every one connected with it.The cafes near the Odeon, just before the beginning of the ball, are\nfilled with students in costume; gladiators hobnob at the tables with\nsavages in scanty attire--Roman soldiers and students, in the garb of\nthe ancients, strut about or chat in groups, while the uninvited\ngrisettes and models, who have not received invitations from the\ncommittee, implore them for tickets.Tickets are not transferable, and should one present himself at the\nentrance of the ball with another fellow's ticket, he would run small\nchance of entering.The student answers, while the jury glance at his makeup.cries the jury, and you pass in to the ball.But if you are unknown they will say simply, \"Connais-pas!The garden is west of the kitchen.and you pass down a long covered alley--confident, if you are a\n\"nouveau,\" that it leads into the ball-room--until you suddenly find\nyourself in the street, where your ticket is torn up and all hope of\nentering is gone.It is hopeless to attempt to describe the hours until morning of this\nannual artistic orgy.As the morning light comes in through the\nwindows, it is strange to see the effect of diffused daylight,\nelectricity, and gas--the bluish light of early morning reflected on the\nflesh tones--upon nearly three thousand girls and students in costumes\none might expect to see in a bacchanalian feast, just before the fall of\nRome.Now they form a huge circle, the front row sitting on the floor,\nthe second row squatting, the third seated in chairs, the fourth\nstanding, so that all can see the dancing that begins in the morning\nhours--the wild impromptu dancing of the moment.A famous beauty, her\nblack hair bound in a golden fillet with a circle wrought in silver and\nstudded with Oriental turquoises clasping her superb torso, throws her\nsandals to the crowd and begins an Oriental dance--a thing of grace and\nbeauty--fired with the intensity of the innate nature of this\nbeautifully modeled daughter of Bohemia.As the dance ends, there is a cry of delight from the great circle of\nbarbarians.\"Long live the Quat'z' Arts!\"they cry, amid cheers for the\ndancer.The ball closes about seven in the morning, when the long procession\nforms to return to the Latin Quarter, some marching, other students and\ngirls in cabs and on top of them, many of the girls riding the horses.Down they come from the \"Moulin Rouge,\"", "question": "What is west of the garden?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Heads are thrust out of windows, and a volley of badinage passes between\nthe fantastic procession and those who have heard them coming.Finally the great open court of the Louvre is reached--here a halt is\nmade and a general romp occurs.A girl and a type climb one of the\ntall lamp-posts and prepare to do a mid-air balancing act, when\nrescued by the others.The bedroom is east of the hallway.At last, at the end of all this horse-play, the\nmarch is resumed over the Pont du Carrousel and so on, cheered now by\nthose going to work, until the Odeon is reached.Behind the city was a forest of date-trees, and beyond\nthese and all around, as far as the eye could wander, was an\nimmeasurable waste--an ocean of sand--a great part of which we could\nhave sworn was water, unless told to the contrary.The office is east of the bedroom.We were met, before\nentering Toser, with some five or six hundred Arabs, who galloped before\nthe Bey, and fired as usual.The people stared at us Christians with\nopen mouths; our dress apparently astonished them.At Toser, the Bey\nleft his tent and entered his palace, so called in courtesy to his\nHighness, but a large barn of a house, without any pretensions.We had\nalso a room allotted to us in this palace, which was the best to be\nfound in the town, though a small dark affair.Toser is a miserable\nassemblage of mud and brick huts, of very small dimensions, the beams\nand the doors being all of date-wood.The gardens, however, under the\ndate-trees are beautiful, and abundantly watered with copious streams,\nall of which are warm, and in one of which we bathed ourselves and felt\nnew vigour run through our veins.We took a walk in the gardens, and\nwere surprised at the quantities of doves fluttering among the\ndate-trees; they were the common blue or Barbary doves.In the environs\nof Mogador, these doves are the principal birds shot.Toser, or Touzer, the _Tisurus_ of ancient geography, is a considerable\ntown of about six thousand souls, with several villages in its\nneighbourhood.The impression of Toser made upon our tourists agrees with that of the\ntraveller, Desfontaines, who writes of it in 1784:--\"The Bey pitched his\ntent on the right side of the city, if such can be called a mass of\n_mud-houses_.\"Shaw,\nwho says that \"the villages of the Jereed are built of mud-walls and\nrafters of palm-trees.\"Evidently, however, some improvement has been\nmade of late years.The Arabs of Toser, on the contrary, and which very\nnatural, protested to the French scientific commission that Toser was\nthe finest city in El-Jereed.They pretend that it has an area as large\nas Algiers, surrounded with a mud wall, twelve or fifteen feet high, and\ncrenated.In the centre is a vast open", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "Toser has mosques, schools, Moorish baths--a luxury rare\non the confines of the Desert, fondouks or inns, &c. The houses have\nflat terraces, and are generally well-constructed, the greater part\nbuilt from the ruins of a Roman town; but many are now dilapidated from\nthe common superstitious cause of not repairing or rebuilding old\nhouses.The choice material for building is brick, mostly unbaked or\nsun-dried.Toser, situate in a plain, is commanded from the north-west by a little\nrocky mountain, whence an abundant spring takes its source, called\n_Meshra_, running along the walls of the city southward, divides itself\nafterwards in three branches, waters the gardens, and, after having\nirrigated the plantations of several other villages, loses itself in the\nsand at a short distance.The wells within the city of Toser are\ninsufficient for the consumption of the inhabitants, who fetch water\nfrom Wad Meshra.The neighbouring villages are Belad-el-Ader, Zin,\nAbbus; and the sacred villages are Zaouweeat, of Tounseea, Sidi Ali Bou\nLifu, and Taliraouee.The Arabs of the open country, and who deposit\ntheir grain in and trade with these villages, are Oulad Sidi Sheikh,\nOulad Sidi Abeed, and Hammania.The dates of Toser are esteemed of the\nfinest quality.Walked about the town; several of the inhabitants are very wealthy.The\ndead saints are, however, here, and perhaps everywhere else in Tunis,\nmore decently lodged, and their marabets are real \"whitewashed\nsepulchres.\"They make many burnouses at Toser, and every house presents\nthe industrious sight of the needle or shuttle quickly moving.We tasted\nthe leghma, or \"tears of the date,\" for the first time, and rather liked\nit.On going to shoot doves, we, to our astonishment, put up a snipe.The weather was very hot; went to shoot doves in the cool of the\nevening.The Bey administers justice, morning and evening, whilst in the\nJereed.An Arab made a present of a fine young ostrich to the Bey, which\nhis Highness, after his arrival in Tunis, sent to R. The great man here\nis the Sheikh Tahid, who was imprisoned for not having the tribute ready\nfor the Bey.The tax imposed is equivalent to two bunches for each\ndate-tree.The hallway is south of the bedroom.The Sheikh has to collect them, paying a certain yearly sum\nwhen the Bey arrives, a species of farming-out.It was said that he is\nvery rich, and could well find the money.The dates are almost the only\nfood here, and the streets are literally gravelled with their stones.Santa Maria again returned his horse to the Bey, and got another in its\nstead.The office is south of the hallway.He is certainly a man of _delicate_ feeling.This gentleman\ncarried his impudence so far that he even threatened some of the Bey's\nofficers with the supreme", "question": "What is the hallway north of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "A new Sheikh was installed, a good thing\nfor the Bey's officers, as many of them got presents on the occasion.We blessed our stars that a roof was over our heads to shield us from\nthe burning sun.The bedroom is east of the bathroom.We blew an ostrich-egg, had the contents cooked, and\nfound it very good eating.They are sold for fourpence each, and it is\npretended that one makes an ample meal for twelve persons.We are\nsupplied with leghma every morning; it tastes not unlike cocoa-nut milk,\nbut with more body and flavour.R. very unwell, attributed it to his\ntaking copious draughts of the leghma.Rode out of an evening; there was\na large encampment of Arabs outside the town, thoroughly sun-burnt,\nhardy-looking fellows, some of them as black as <DW64>s.Many people in\nToser have sore eyes, and several with the loss of one eye, or nearly\nso; opthalmia, indeed, is the most prevalent disease in all Barbary.The\nneighbourhood of the Desert, where the greater part of the year the air\nis filled with hot particles of sand, is very unfavourable to the sight;\nthe dazzling whiteness of the whitewashed houses also greatly injures\nthe eyes.But the Moors pretend that lime-washing is necessary to the\npreservation of the houses from the weather, as well as from filth of\nall sorts.We think really it is useful, by preventing dirty people in\nmany cases from being eaten up by their own filth and vermin,\nparticularly the Jews, the Tunisian Jews being the dirtiest persons in\nthe Regency.The lime-wash is the grand _sanitary_ instrument in North\nAfrica.Those days are gone, nor\nneed we seek to call them back.The struggles of ages on the field and\nin the Senate have again won back for us the selfsame rights in forms\nbetter suited to our times than the barbaric freedom of our fathers.Yet it is well that we should look back to the source whence comes all\nthat we boast of as our own possession, all that we have handed on to\nour daughter commonwealths in other continents.Let us praise famous\nmen and our fathers that begat us.Let us look to the rock whence we\nwere hewn and to the hole of the pit whence we were digged.Freedom,\nthe old poet says, is a noble thing(63); it is also an ancient thing.The office is east of the bedroom.And those who love it now in its more modern garb need never shrink\nfrom tracing back its earlier forms to the first days when history has\naught to tell us of the oldest life of our fathers and our brethren.In my first chapter I dealt mainly with those political institutions of\nthe earliest times\u2014institutions common to our whole race, institutions\nwhich still live on untouched among some small primitive communities of\nour race\u2014out of which the still living Constitution of England grew.It is now my business, as the second part of my subject, to trace the\nsteps by which that Constitution grew out of a political state with\nwhich at first sight it seems to have so little in common", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "My chief\npoint is that it did thus, in the strictest sense, grow out of that\nstate.Our English Constitution was never made, in the sense in which\nthe Constitutions of many other countries have been made.There never\nwas any moment when Englishmen drew out their political system in the\nshape of a formal document, whether as the carrying out of any abstract\npolitical theories or as the imitation of the past or present system of\nany other nation.There are indeed certain great political documents,\neach of which forms a landmark in our political history.There is the\nGreat Charter, the Petition of Right, the Bill of Rights.But not one\nof these gave itself out as the enactment of anything new.All claimed\nto set forth, with new strength, it might be, and with new clearness,\nthose rights of Englishmen which were already old.In all our great\npolitical struggles the voice of Englishmen has never called for the\nassertion of new principles, for the enactment of new laws; the cry has\nalways been for the better observance of the laws which were already\nin force, for the redress of grievances which had arisen from their\ncorruption or neglect(1).Till the Great Charter was wrung from John,\nmen called for the laws of good King Eadward.And when the tyrant had\nunwillingly set his seal to the groundwork of all our later Law, men\ncalled for the stricter observance of a Charter which was deemed to\nbe itself only the laws of Eadward in a newer dress(2).We have made\nchanges from time to time; but they have been changes which have been\nat once conservative and progressive\u2014conservative because progressive,\nprogressive because conservative.The bathroom is east of the office.They have been the application of\nancient principles to new circumstances; they have been the careful\nrepairs of an old building, not the pulling down of an old building\nand the rearing up of a new.The life and soul of English law has ever\nbeen precedent; we have always held that whatever our fathers once did\ntheir sons have a right to do again.When the Estates of the Realm\ndeclared the throne of James the Second to be vacant, they did not seek\nto justify the act by any theories of the right of resistance, or by\nany doctrines of the rights of man.It was enough that, three hundred\nyears before, the Estates of the Realm had declared the throne of\nRichard the Second to be vacant(3).By thus walking in the old paths,\nby thus hearkening to the wisdom of our forefathers, we have been able\nto change whenever change has been needed, and we have been kept back\nfrom changing out of the mere love of abstract theory.We have thus\nbeen able to advance, if somewhat slowly, yet the more surely; and when\nwe have made a false step, we have been able to retrace it.The kitchen is east of the bathroom.On this\nlast power, the power of undoing whatever has been done amiss, I wish\nspecially to insist.In tracing the steps by which our Constitution\nhas grown into its present shape, I shall try specially to show in how\nmany cases the best acts of modern legislation have been, wittingly or\nunwitting", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "In my first chapter I tried to show how our fathers brought with\nthem into the Isle of Britain those prim\u00e6val institutions which were\ncommon to them with the whole Teutonic race.I tried to show how those\ninstitutions were modified in the course of time by the circumstances\nof the English Conquest of Britain, and by the events which followed\nthat Conquest.I showed how the kingly power grew with every increase\nof the territorial extent of the kingdom; how the old nobility of birth\ngave way to a new nobility of personal relation to the sovereign; and\nhow the effect of these changes seems to have been to make it easier\nfor the individual freeman of the lower rank to rise, but at the same\ntime to lower the position of the ordinary freemen as a class.This\nlast change was still more largely brought about as an independent\nresult of the same changes which tended to increase the kingly power.In a state of things where representation is unknown, where every\nfreeman is an elector and a lawgiver, but where, if he exercises his\nelective and legislative rights, he must exercise them directly in\nhis own person\u2014in such a state of things as this every increase of\nthe national territory makes those rights of less practical value,\nand causes the actual powers of government to be shut up in the hands\nof a smaller body.There is no doubt that in the earliest Teutonic\nassemblies every freeman had his place.There is no doubt that in\nEngland every freeman kept his place in the smaller local assemblies of\nthe _mark_, the _hundred_, and the _shire_(4).The bathroom is south of the office.He still, where modern\nlegislation has not wholly swept it away, keeps, as I hinted in my\nformer lecture, some faint shadow of the old right when he gives a vote\nin the assembly, in which the assembly of the mark still lives on, that\nis, in the vestry of his parish.But how as to the great assembly of\nall, the Assembly of the Wise, the Witenagem\u00f3t of the whole realm?No\nancient record gives us any clear or formal account of the constitution\nof that body.It is commonly spoken of in a vague way as a gathering of\nthe wise, the noble, the great men(5).But, alongside of passages like\nthese, we find other passages which speak of it in a way which implies\na far more popular constitution.The door was flung violently\nopen, and Mrs.O'Shaughnessy rushed out like a mad woman.\"The colleen's gone, an' me niver\nshtirrin' from her side!Och, wirra, wirra!It must be the\nwitches has taken her clane up chimley.\"The bedroom is north of the office.O'Shaughnessy stood for a moment transfixed, glaring with speechless\nrage at the unhappy woman; then rushing suddenly at her, he seized and\nshook her till her teeth chattered together.he yelled, beside himself with rage and\ndisappointment.\"Ye've fell ashlape, an' laved her shlip out!Sorrow\nseize ye, ye're always the black bean in me porridge!\"Then", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "I'll be king wid\nwhat's in there now!\"He paused before the door of the best room, lately poor Eily's prison,\nto draw breath and to collect his thoughts.The door was closed, and\nfrom within--hark!Waking suddenly from her nap, had she\nfailed to see the girl, who had perhaps been sleeping, too?At all\nevents the jewels were there, in shining heaps on the floor, as he had\nlast seen them, with thousands more covering the floor in every\ndirection,--a king's ransom in half a handful of them.He would be king\nyet, even if the girl were gone.Cautiously he opened the door and\nlooked in, his eyes glistening, his mouth fairly watering at the thought\nof all the splendor which would meet his glance.Captive was there none, yet the room was not empty.Jewels were there none, yet the floor was covered; covered with living\ncreatures,--toads, snakes, newts, all hideous and unclean reptiles that\nhop or creep or wriggle.And as the wretched man stared, with open mouth\nand glaring eye-balls, oh, horror!they were all hopping, creeping,\nwriggling towards the open door,--towards him!With a yell beside which\nhis wife's had been a whisper, O'Shaughnessy turned and fled; but after\nhim--through the door, down the passage and out of the house--came\nhopping, creeping, wriggling his myriad pursuers.stretch your long legs, and run like a hunted hare\nover hill and dale, over moss and moor.The garden is west of the kitchen.The bathroom is east of the kitchen.They are close behind you; they\nare catching at your heels; they come from every side, surrounding you!Fly, King O'Shaughnessy!The Green Men are\nhunting you, if you could but know it, in sport and in revenge; and\nthree times they will chase you round County Kerry, for thrice three\ndays, till at last they suffer you to drop exhausted in a bog, and\nvanish from your sight.Eily went home with her apron full of pearls and diamonds, to\ntell her story again, and this time to be believed.And she grew up a\ngood woman and a rich woman; and she married the young Count of\nKilmoggan, and spoke diamonds and pearls all her life long,--at least\nher husband said she did, and he ought to know.cried Toto, springing lightly into the barn, and waving a\nbasket round his head.Spanish, Dame Clucket, where\nare you all?I want all the fresh eggs you can spare, please!directly-now-this-very-moment!\"and the boy tossed his basket up in the\nair and caught it again, and danced a little dance of pure enjoyment,\nwhile he waited for the hens to answer his summons.Speckle and Dame Clucket, who had been having a quiet chat together\nin the mow, peeped cautiously over the billows of hay, and seeing that\nToto was alone, bade him good-morning.\"", "question": "What is the kitchen east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"I want to\nset soon, and I cannot be giving you eggs every day.\"\"Oh, but I haven't had any for two or three days!\"\"And I\n_must_ have some to-day.Good old Clucket, dear old Cluckety, give me\nsome, please!\"\"Well, I never can refuse that boy, somehow!\"said Dame Clucket, half to\nherself; and Mrs.The bedroom is north of the office.Speckle agreed with her that it could not be done.Indeed, it would have been hard to say \"No!\"to Toto at that moment, for\nhe certainly was very pleasant to look at.The dusty sunbeams came\nslanting through the high windows, and fell on his curly head, his\nruddy-brown cheeks, and honest gray eyes; and as the eyes danced, and\nthe curls danced, and the whole boy danced with the dancing sunbeams,\nwhy, what could two soft-hearted old hens do but meekly lead the way to\nwhere their cherished eggs lay, warm and white, in their fragrant nests\nof hay?\"And what is to be done with them?\"Speckle, as the last egg\ndisappeared into the basket.\"We are going to have a party\nto-night,--a real party!Baldhead is coming, and Jim Crow, and\nGer-Falcon.And Granny and Bruin are making all sorts of good\nthings,--I'll bring you out some, if I can, dear old Speckly,--and these\neggs are for a custard, don't you see?\"\"And <DW53> and I are decorating the kitchen,\" continued he; \"and Cracker\nis cracking the nuts and polishing the apples; and Pigeon Pretty and\nMiss Mary are dusting the ornaments,--so you see we are all very busy\nindeed.and off ran boy Toto, with his basket of eggs, leaving the\ntwo old hens to scratch about in the hay, clucking rather sadly over the\nmemories of their own chickenhood, when they, too, went to parties,\ninstead of laying eggs for other people's festivities.In the cottage, what a bustle was going on!The garden is south of the office.The grandmother was at her\npastry-board, rolling out paste, measuring and filling and covering, as\nquickly and deftly as if she had had two pairs of eyes instead of none\nat all.The bear, enveloped in a huge blue-checked apron, sat with a\nlarge mortar between his knees, pounding away at something as if his\nlife depended on it.On the hearth sat the squirrel, cracking nuts and\npiling them up in pretty blue china dishes; and the two birds were\ncarefully brushing and dusting, each with a pair of dusters which she\nalways carried about with her,--one pair gray, and the other soft brown.As for Toto and the raccoon, they were here, there, and everywhere, all\nin a moment.\"Now, then, where are those greens?\"called the boy, when he had\ncarefully deposited his basket of eggs in the pantry.replied <DW53>, appearing", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "\"We will stand these\nbig boughs in the corners, Toto.But this is\nempty speculation: there is no warrant for saying what Spike would have\nbeen and known so as to have made a calculable political element, if he\nhad not been educated by having to manage his trade.A small mind\ntrained to useful occupation for the satisfying of private need becomes\na representative of genuine class-needs.The hallway is west of the bathroom.Spike objected to certain items\nof legislation because they hampered his own trade, but his neighbours'\ntrade was hampered by the same causes; and though he would have been\nsimply selfish in a question of light or water between himself and a\nfellow-townsman, his need for a change in legislation, being shared by\nall his neighbours in trade, ceased to be simply selfish, and raised him\nto a sense of common injury and common benefit.True, if the law could\nhave been changed for the benefit of his particular business, leaving\nthe cotton trade in general in a sorry condition while he prospered,\nSpike might not have thought that result intolerably unjust; but the\nnature of things did not allow of such a result being contemplated as\npossible; it allowed of an enlarged market for Spike only through the\nenlargement of his neighbours' market, and the Possible is always the\nultimate master of our efforts and desires.The bathroom is west of the kitchen.Spike was obliged to\ncontemplate a general benefit, and thus became public-spirited in spite\nof himself.Or rather, the nature of things transmuted his active egoism\ninto a demand for a public benefit.Certainly if Spike had been born a\nmarquis he could not have had the same chance of being useful as a\npolitical element.But he might have had the same appearance, have been\nequally null in conversation, sceptical as to the reality of pleasure,\nand destitute of historical knowledge; perhaps even dimly disliking\nJesuitism as a quality in Catholic minds, or regarding Bacon as the\ninventor of physical science.The depths of middle-aged gentlemen's\nignorance will never be known, for want of public examinations in this\nbranch.THE WATCH-DOG OF KNOWLEDGE\n\nMordax is an admirable man, ardent in intellectual work,\npublic-spirited, affectionate, and able to find the right words in\nconveying ingenious ideas or elevated feeling.Pity that to all these\ngraces he cannot add what would give them the utmost finish--the\noccasional admission that he has been in the wrong, the occasional frank\nwelcome of a new idea as something not before present to his mind!But\nno: Mordax's self-respect seems to be of that fiery quality which\ndemands that none but the monarchs of thought shall have an advantage\nover him, and in the presence of contradiction or the threat of having\nhis notions corrected, he becomes astonishingly unscrupulous and cruel\nfor so kindly and conscientious a man.\"You are fond of attributing those fine qualities to Mordax,\" said\nAcer, the other day, \"but I have not much belief in virtues that are\nalways requiring to be asserted in spite of appearances against them.True fairness and goodwill show themselves precisely", "question": "What is the kitchen east of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "I mean, in recognising claims which the rest of\nthe world are not likely to stand up for.It does not need much love of\ntruth and justice in me to say that Aldebaran is a bright star, or Isaac\nNewton the greatest of discoverers; nor much kindliness in me to want my\nnotes to be heard above the rest in a chorus of hallelujahs to one\nalready crowned.The bathroom is east of the bedroom.Does the man who has the\near of the public use his advantage tenderly towards poor fellows who\nmay be hindered of their due if he treats their pretensions with scorn?That is my test of his justice and benevolence.\"The office is east of the bathroom.My answer was, that his system of moral tests might be as delusive as\nwhat ignorant people take to be tests of intellect and learning.If the\nscholar or _savant_ cannot answer their haphazard questions on the\nshortest notice, their belief in his capacity is shaken.But the\nbetter-informed have given up the Johnsonian theory of mind as a pair of\nlegs able to walk east or west according to choice.Intellect is no\nlonger taken to be a ready-made dose of ability to attain eminence (or\nmediocrity) in all departments; it is even admitted that application in\none line of study or practice has often a laming effect in other\ndirections, and that an intellectual quality or special facility which\nis a furtherance in one medium of effort is a drag in another.We have\nconvinced ourselves by this time that a man may be a sage in celestial\nphysics and a poor creature in the purchase of seed-corn, or even in\ntheorising about the affections; that he may be a mere fumbler in\nphysiology and yet show a keen insight into human motives; that he may\nseem the \"poor Poll\" of the company in conversation and yet write with\nsome humorous vigour.It is not true that a man's intellectual power is\nlike the strength of a timber beam, to be measured by its weakest point.Why should we any more apply that fallacious standard of what is called\nconsistency to a man's moral nature, and argue against the existence of\nfine impulses or habits of feeling in relation to his actions\ngenerally, because those better movements are absent in a class of cases\nwhich act peculiarly on an irritable form of his egoism?The mistake\nmight be corrected by our taking notice that the ungenerous words or\nacts which seem to us the most utterly incompatible with good\ndispositions in the offender, are those which offend ourselves.All\nother persons are able to draw a milder conclusion.Laniger, who has a\ntemper but no talent for repartee, having been run down in a fierce way\nby Mordax, is inwardly persuaded that the highly-lauded man is a wolf at\nheart: he is much tried by perceiving that his own friends seem to think\nno worse of the reckless assailant than they did before; and Corvus, who\nhas lately been flattered by some kindness from Mordax, is unmindful\nenough of Laniger's feeling to dwell on this instance of good-nature\nwith", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The bedroom is west of the office.There is a fable that when the badger had been\nstung all over by bees, a bear consoled him by a rhapsodic account of\nhow he himself had just breakfasted on their honey.The badger replied,\npeevishly, \"The stings are in my flesh, and the sweetness is on your\nmuzzle.\"The bear, it is said, was surprised at the badger's want of\naltruism.But this difference of sensibility between Laniger and his friends only\nmirrors in a faint way the difference between his own point of view and\nthat of the man who has injured him.Soft--let me think--what is this thing call'd _glory_?'Tis the soul's tyrant, that should be dethron'd,\n And learn subjection like her other passions!'tis false: this is the coward's plea;\n The lazy language of refining vice.That man was born in vain, whose wish to serve\n Is circumscrib'd within the wretched bounds\n Of _self_--a narrow, miserable sphere!Glory exalts, enlarges, dignifies,\n Absorbs the selfish in the social claims,\n And renders man a blessing to mankind.--\n It is this principle, this spark of deity,\n Rescues debas'd humanity from guilt,\n And elevates it by her strong excitements:--\n It takes off sensibility from pain,\n From peril fear, plucks out the sting from death,\n Changes ferocious into gentle manners,\n And teaches men to imitate the gods.he advances with a down-cast eye,\n And step irresolute----\n\n    _Enter_ PUBLIUS._Reg._                My Publius, welcome!quickly tell me.--\n\n _Pub._ I cannot speak, and yet, alas!_Reg._ Tell me the whole.--\n\n _Pub._                Would I were rather dumb!_Reg._ Publius, no more delay:--I charge thee speak._Pub._ The Senate has decreed thou shalt depart.thou hast at last prevail'd--\n I thank the gods, I have not liv'd in vain!Where is Hamilcar?--find him--let us go,\n For Regulus has nought to do in Rome;\n I have accomplished her important work,\n And must depart._Pub._            Ah, my unhappy father!_Reg._ Unhappy, Publius!Does he, does that bless'd man deserve this name,\n Who to his latest breath can serve his country?_Pub._ Like thee, my father, I adore my country,\n Yet weep with anguish o'er thy cruel chains._Reg._ Dost thou not know that _life_'s a slavery?The body is the chain that binds the soul;\n A yoke that every mortal must endure.Wouldst thou lament--lament the general fate,\n The chain that nature gives, entail'd on all,\n Not these _I_ wear?The hallway is west of the bedroom._Pub._", "question": "What is the bedroom east of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "too well, those fell barbarians\n Intend thee instant death.The garden is east of the hallway._Reg._                   So shall my life\n And servitude together have an end.----\n Publius, farewell; nay, do not follow me.--\n\n _Pub._ Alas!my father, if thou ever lov'dst me,\n Refuse me not the mournful consolation\n To pay the last sad offices of duty\n I e'er can show thee.----\n\n _Reg._                  No!--thou canst fulfil\n Thy duty to thy father in a way\n More grateful to him: I must strait embark.Be it meanwhile thy pious care to keep\n My lov'd Attilia from a sight, I fear,\n Would rend her gentle heart.--Her tears, my son,\n Would dim the glories of thy father's triumph.And should her sorrows pass the bounds of reason,\n Publius, have pity on her tender age,\n Compassionate the weakness of her sex;\n We must not hope to find in _her_ soft soul\n The strong exertion of a manly courage.----\n Support her fainting spirit, and instruct her,\n By thy example, how a Roman ought\n To bear misfortune.And be to her the father she will lose.I leave my daughter to thee--I do more----\n I leave to thee the conduct of--thyself.I perceive thy courage fails--\n I see the quivering lip, the starting tear:--\n That lip, that tear calls down my mounting soul.Resume thyself--Oh, do not blast my hope!Yes--I'm compos'd--thou wilt not mock my age--\n Thou _art_--thou art a _Roman_--and my son._Pub._ And is he gone?--now be thyself, my soul--\n Hard is the conflict, but the triumph glorious.Yes.--I must conquer these too tender feelings;\n The blood that fills these veins demands it of me;\n My father's great example too requires it.Forgive me _Rome_, and _glory_, if I yielded\n To nature's strong attack:--I must subdue it.Now, Regulus, I _feel_ I am thy _son_._Enter_ ATTILIA _and_ BARCE._At._ My brother, I'm distracted, wild with fear--\n Tell me, O tell me, what I dread to know--\n Is it then true?--I cannot speak--my father?_Barce._ May we believe the fatal news?_Pub._                                Yes, Barce,\n It is determin'd._At._ Immortal Powers!--What say'st thou?The kitchen is west of the hallway._Barce._                               Can it be?_At._", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The garden is south of the hallway._Enter_ HAMILCAR _and_ LICINIUS._Barce._                         Pity us, Hamilcar!_At._ Oh, help, Licinius, help the lost Attilia!_Lic._                     Ah!my fair mourner,\n All's lost._At._          What all, Licinius?Tell me, at least, where Regulus is gone:\n The daughter shall partake the father's chains,\n And share the woes she knew not to prevent.[_Going._\n\n _Pub._ What would thy wild despair?Attilia, stay,\n Thou must not follow; this excess of grief\n Would much offend him._At._                    Dost thou hope to stop me?_Pub._ I hope thou wilt resume thy better self,\n And recollect thy father will not bear----\n\n _At._ I only recollect I am a _daughter_,\n A poor, defenceless, helpless, wretched daughter!_Pub._                         No, my sister._At._ Detain me not--Ah!while thou hold'st me here,\n He goes, and I shall never see him more._Barce._ My friend, be comforted, he cannot go\n Whilst here Hamilcar stays._At._                          O Barce, Barce!Who will advise, who comfort, who assist me?Hamilcar, pity me.--Thou wilt not answer?_Ham._ Rage and astonishment divide my soul._At._ Licinius, wilt thou not relieve my sorrows?_Lic._ Yes, at my life's expense, my heart's best treasure,\n Wouldst thou instruct me how._At._                         My brother, too----\n Ah!_Pub._ I will at least instruct thee how to _bear_ them.The garden is north of the bedroom.My sister--yield thee to thy adverse fate;\n Think of thy father, think of Regulus;\n Has he not taught thee how to brave misfortune?'Tis but by following his illustrious steps\n Thou e'er canst merit to be call'd his daughter._At._ And is it thus thou dost advise thy sister?Are these, ye gods, the feelings of a son?Indifference here becomes impiety--\n Thy savage heart ne'er felt the dear delights\n Of filial tenderness--the thousand joys\n That flow from blessing and from being bless'd!35\" 30', W.\n\nTafilett consists of a group of towns or villages, situate on the\nsouth-eastern side of the Atlas, which may he added to the royal cities,", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The country was anciently called Sedjelmasa, and\nretained this name up to 1530 A.D., when the principal city acquired the\napellation of Tafilett, said to be derived from an Arab immigrant,\ncalled Filal, who improved the culture of dates, and whose name on this\naccount, under the Berber form of Tafilett, was given to a plantation of\ndates cultivated by him, and then passed to the surrounding districts.At the present time, Tafilett consists of a group of fortified or\ncastle-built villages, environed by walls mounted with square towers,\nwhich extend on both sides of the river Zig.There is also a castle, or\nrather small town, upon the left side of the river, called by the\nordinary name of Kesar, which is in the hands of the Shereefs, and\ninhabited entirely by the family of the Prophet.The principal and most\nflourishing place was a long time called Tafilett, but is now according\nto Callie, Ghourlan, and the residence of the Governor of the province\nof Ressant, a town distinguished by a magnificent gateway surrounded\nwith various  Dutch tiles, symmetrically arranged in a diamond\npattern.This traveller calls the district of Tafilett, Afile or Afilel.It is probable that from the rains of the ancient Sedjelmasa, some of\nthe modern villages have been constructed.The towns and districts of\nTafilett once formed an independent kingdom.The garden is west of the office.The present population has\nbeen estimated at some ten thousand, but this is entirely conjectural.Callie mentions the four towns of Ghourlan, L'Eksebi, Sosso and Boheim\nas containing eleven or twelve thousand souls.The soil of Tafilett is\nlevel, composed of sand of an ashy grey, productive of corn, and all\nsorts of European fruits and vegetables.The natives have fine sheep,\nwith remarkably white wool.The hallway is east of the office.The manufactures, which are in woollen and\nsilk, are called Tafiletes.Besides being a rendezvous of caravans, radiating through all parts of\nthe Sahara, Tafilett is a great mart of traffic in the natural products\nof the surrounding countries.A fine bridge spans the Zig, built by a\nSpaniard.When the Sultan of Morocco finds any portion of his family\ninclined to be naughty, he sends them to Tafilett, as we are wont to\nsend troublesome people to \"Jericho.\"This, at any rate, is better than\ncutting off their heads, which, from time immemorial, has been the\ninvariable practice of African and Oriental despots.The Maroquine\nprinces may be thankful they have Tafilett as a place of exile.The\nEmperors never visit Tafilett except as dethroned exiles.A journey to\nsuch a place is always attended with danger; and were the Sultan to\nescape, he would find, on his return, the whole country in revolt.Regarding these royal cities, we sum up our observations.The destinies\nof Fez and Mequ", "question": "What is the office east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "United, they contain one hundred\nthousand inhabitants, the most polished and learned in the Empire.Fez\nis the city of arts and learning, that is of what remains of the once\nfamous and profound Moorish doctors of Spain.Mequinez is the strong\nplace of the Empire, an emporium of arms and imperial Cretsures.The two cities are the capitals of two kingdoms,\nnever yet amalgamated.The present dynasty belongs not to Fez, but to\nMorocco; though a dynasty of Shereefs, they are Shereefs of the south,\nand African blood flows in their veins.The hallway is west of the bedroom.The Sultan generally is obliged to give a preference to Fez for a\nresidence, because his presence is necessary to maintain the allegiance\nof the north country, and to curb its powerful warparty, his son in the\nmeanwhile being left Governor during his absence.But all these royal\ncities are on the decline, the \"sere and yellow leaf\" of a well nigh\ndefunct civilization.Morocco is a huge shell of its former greatness, a\nmonster of Moresque dilapidations.France may awaken the slumbering\nenergies of the population of these once flourishing and august cities,\nbut left to themselves they are powerless, sinking under their own\nweight and uncouth encumbrances, and will rise no more till\nreconstructed by European hands.The garden is west of the hallway.Description of the towns and cities of the Interior, and those of the\nKingdom of Fez.--Seisouan.--Wazen.--Zawiat.--Muley Dris.--Sofru.--\nDubdu.--Taza.--Oushdah.--Agla.--Nakbila.--Meshra.--Khaluf.--The Places\ndistinguished in.Morocco, including Sous, Draka, and Tafilett.--Tefza.--Pitideb.--Ghuer.--Tyijet.--Bulawan.--Soubeit--Meramer.--El-Medina.--\nTagodast.--Dimenet.--Aghmat.--Fronga.--Tedmest.--Tekonlet.--Tesegdelt.--\nTagawost.--Tedsi Beneali.--Beni Sabih.--Tatta and Akka.--Mesah or\nAssah.--Talent.--Shtouka.--General observations on the statistics of\npopulation.--The Maroquine Sahara.We have briefly to notice the remaining towns and cities of the\ninterior, with some other remarkable places.First, these distinguished and well ascertained places in the kingdom of\nFez.Seisouan, or Sousan, is the capital of the Rif province, situate also on\nthe borders of the province of the Habat, and by the sources of a little\nriver which runs into the Mediterranean, near Cape Mazari.The town is\nsmall, but full of artizans and merchants.The country around is\nfertile, being well irrigated with streams.Sousan is the most\nbeautifully picturesque of all the Atlas range.Sofou, or Sofron, is a fine walled city, southeast of Fez, situate upon\nthe river Guizo; in a", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "Wazen, or Wazein, in the province of Azgar, and the region of the Gharb,\nis a small city without Walls, celebrated for being the residence of\nthe High Priest, or Grand Marabout of the Empire.This title is\nhereditary, and is now (or up to lately) possessed by the famous\nSidi-el-Haj-el-Araby-Ben-Ali, who, in his district, lives in a state of\nnearly absolute independence, besides exercising great influence over\npublic affairs.This saint, or priest, has, however, a rival at Tedda.The two popes together pretend to decide the fate of the Empire.The\ndistricts where these Grand Marabouts reside, are without governors,\nand the inhabitants pay no tribute into the imperial coffers, they are\nruled by their two priests under a species of theocracy.The Emperor\nnever attempts or dares to contest their privileges.Occasionally they\nappear abroad, exciting the people, and declaiming against the vices of\nthe times.Cliff Carlo did nothing but write a letter of inquiry to Governor\nMorock, who informed him that the Simon estate was worth more than a\nmillion and a quarter, and that m-o-n-e-y would _break the will_.The second year of the war burst the bubble of peace in Kentucky.The clang of arms on the soil where the\nheroes of a preceding generation slept, called the martial spirits in\nthe shades of Kentucky to rise and shake off the delusion that peace and\nplenty breed cowards.The garden is south of the office.Cliff Carlo, and many others of the brave sons of\nKentucky, united with the southern armies, and fully redeemed their war\nlike character, as worthy descendents of the heroes of the _dark and\nbloody ground_.Cliff Carlo passed through the struggles of the war without a sick day\nor the pain of a wound.The bedroom is south of the garden.We must, therefore, follow the fate of the less\nfortunate C\u00e6sar Simon.During the winter of the first year of the war, Price's army camped on\nthe southern border of Missouri.On the third day of March, 1862, Maj.Earl Van Dorn, of the\nConfederate government, assumed the command of the troops under Price\nand McCulloch, and on the seventh day of March attacked the Federal\nforces under Curtis and Sturgis, twenty-five thousand strong, at\nElkhorn, Van Dorn commanding about twenty thousand men.Price's army constituted the left and center, with McCulloch on the\nright.About two o'clock McCulloch\nfell, and his forces failed to press the contest.The Federals retreated in good order, leaving the Confederates master of\nthe situation.For some unaccountable decision on the part of Gen.Van Dorn, a retreat\nof the southern army was ordered, and instead of pursuing the Federals,\nthe wheels of the Southern army were seen rolling south.Van Dorn had ordered the sick and disabled many miles in advance of\nthe army.Cousin C\u00e6sar had passed through the conflict safe and sound;\nit was a camp rumor that Steve Brindle was mortally wounded and sent\nforward", "question": "What is the office north of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The mantle of night hung over Price's army, and\nthe camp fires glimmered in the soft breeze of the evening.Silently and\nalone Cousin C\u00e6sar stole away from the scene on a mission of love and\nduty.Poor Steve Brindle had ever been faithful to him, and Cousin C\u00e6sar\nhad suffered self-reproach for his unaccountable neglect of a faithful\nfriend.An opportunity now presented itself for Cousin C\u00e6sar to relieve\nhis conscience and possibly smooth the dying pillow of his faithful\nfriend, Steve Brindle.Bravely and fearlessly on he sped and arrived at the camp of the sick.Worn down with the march, Cousin C\u00e6sar never rested until he had looked\nupon the face of the last sick man.Slowly and sadly Cousin C\u00e6sar returned to the army, making inquiry of\nevery one he met for Steve Brindle.After a long and fruitless inquiry,\nan Arkansas soldier handed Cousin C\u00e6sar a card, saying, \u201cI was\nrequested by a soldier in our command to hand this card to the man whose\nname it bears, in Price's army.\u201d Cousin C\u00e6sar took the card and read,\n\u201cC\u00e6sar Simon--No.77 deserted.\u201d Cousin C\u00e6sar threw the card down as\nthough it was nothings as he said mentally, \u201cWhat can it mean.The kitchen is west of the bathroom.There are\nthose d----d figures again.Steve understood my ideas of the mysterious\nNo.Steve has deserted and takes this plan\nto inform me.The office is east of the bathroom.that is it!_ Steve has couched the information in\nlanguage that no one can understand but myself.Two of us were on the\ncarriage and two figure sevens; one would fall off the pin.He knew I would understand his card when no one else could.But did Steve only wish me to understand that he had left, or did he\nwish me to follow?\u201d was a problem Cousin C\u00e6sar was unable to decide.It\nwas known to Cousin C\u00e6sar that the Cherokee Indian who, in company with\nSteve, saved his life at Springfield, had, in company with some of his\nrace, been brought upon the stage of war by Albert Pike.And\nCousin C\u00e6sar was left alone, with no bosom friend save the friendship\nof one southern soldier for another.And the idea of _desertion_ entered\nthe brain of C\u00e6sar Simon for the first time.C\u00e6sar Simon was a born soldier, animated by the clang of arms and roar\nof battle, and although educated in the school of treacherous humanity,\nhe was one of the few who resolved to die in the last ditch, and he\nconcluded his reflections with the sarcastic remark, \u201cSteve Brindle is a\ncoward.\u201d\n\nBefore Gen.Van Dorn faced the enemy again, he was called east of the\nMississippi river.Price's army embarked at Des Arc, on White river, and\nwhen the last man was on board the boats, there were none more cheerful\nthan Cousin C\u00e6sar.He was going to fight", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "It is said that a portion of Price's army showed the _white feather_\nat Iuka.Cousin C\u00e6sar was not in that division of the army.After that\nevent he was a camp lecturer, and to him the heroism of the army owes\na tribute in memory for the brave hand to hand fight in the streets\nof Corinth, where, from house to house and within a stone's throw of\nRosecrans'' headquarters, Price's men made the Federals fly.But the\nFederals were reinforced from their outposts, and Gen.Van Dorn was in\ncommand, and the record says he made a rash attack and a hasty retreat.T. C. Hindman was the southern commander of what was called\nthe district of Arkansas west of the Mississippi river.He was a petty\ndespot as well as an unsuccessful commander of an army.The country\nsuffered unparalleled abuses; crops were ravaged, cotton burned, and\nthe magnificent palaces of the southern planter licked up by flames.The\ntorch was applied frequently by an unknown hand.The Southern commander\nburned cotton to prevent its falling into the hands of the enemy.Straggling soldiers belonging to distant commands traversed the country,\nrobbing the people and burning.The bathroom is north of the hallway.How much of this useless destruction\nis chargable to Confederate or Federal commanders, it is impossible to\ndetermine.Much of the waste inflicted upon the country was by the hand\nof lawless guerrillas.Four hundred bales of cotton were burned on the\nSimon plantation, and the residence on the home plantation, that cost\nS. S. Simon over sixty-five thousand dollars, was nothing but a heap of\nashes.Governor Morock's agents never got any _crumbs_, although the Governor\nhad used nearly all of the thousand dollars obtained from Cousin\nC\u00e6sar to pick up the _crumbs_ on the Simon plantations, he never got a\n_crumb_.General Hindman was relieved of his command west of the Mississippi, by\nPresident Davis.Then you go on a trip up-country and freeze to death where the ice\nis about nine thousand feet thick!\u201d\n\n\u201cI know where all the heat goes!\u201d Jimmie declared.\u201cIt pours out of\nthose big peaks you see off there.How do you suppose the earth is going\nto keep any warmth in it when it is all running out at volcanoes?\u201d\n\nThe boys were, perhaps, twenty miles north of Quito, almost exactly\nunder the equator.From the plateau on which they were encamped several\nancient volcanoes were in plain view.I guess the volcanoes we see are about burned out!\u201d Carl declared.The hallway is north of the office.\u201cAt any rate, I don\u2019t hear of their filling in any valleys with lava.\u201d\n\n\u201cI guess about all they do now is to smoke,\u201d Ben suggested.\u201cAnd that\u2019s a bad habit, too!\u201d Glenn Richards grinned.\u201cNow, I\u2019ll tell you what we\u2019d better do, boys,\u201d Glenn said, after\nglancing disapprovingly at the small fire.\u201cWe\ufffd", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "I\u2019ve got enough of this\nhigh mountain business.\u201d\n\n\u201cAll right!\u201d Jimmie returned.\u201cYou know what you said about wanting\nexperiences which were out of the way.The garden is east of the hallway.If you think you\u2019ve got one here,\nwe\u2019ll slide down to the green grass.\u201d\n\nIt was late in November and the hot, dry season of the South American\ncontinent was on.Far below the boys could see the dark green of\nluxuriant vegetation, while all around them lay the bare brown peaks of\nlofty plateaus and lifting mountain cones.As it was somewhere near the middle of the afternoon, the boys lost no\ntime in packing their camp equipage and provisions on the aeroplanes.In\norder to find a suitable place for a camp lower down they might be\nobliged to traverse considerable country.The office is east of the garden.In describing this part of the continent a traveler once crumpled a\nsheet of paper in his hand and tossed it on the table, saying to a\nfriend as he did so that that was an outline map of the northern part of\nSouth America.There were many gorges and plateaus, but only a few spots\nwhere aeroplanes might land with safety.After quite a long flight, during which the machines soared around\ncliffs and slid into valleys and gorges, the boys found a green valley\nwatered by the Esmeraldas river.Here they dropped down, and the\nshelter-tents were soon ready for occupancy.\u201cI suppose,\u201d Carl grumbled as provisions were taken from the flying\nmachines and brought to the vicinity of the fire, \u201cthat we\u2019ll have to\nfight thousands of kinds of crawling and creeping things before\nmorning!\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d Jimmie laughed, \u201cyou wouldn\u2019t stay up there where the flying and\ncreeping things don\u2019t live!\u201d\n\n\u201cMy private opinion,\u201d declared Glenn, \u201cis that we ought to spend most of\nour time in the air!I wish we could sleep on the machines!\u201d\n\n\u201cWhere are we going, anyhow?\u201d demanded Jimmie.\u201cWe\u2019re going to follow the backbone of the South American continent\nclear to Cape Horn!\u201d replied Ben.\u201cThat is, if our flying machines and\nour tempers hold out!\u201d\n\n\u201cI have an idea,\u201d Glenn said, \u201cthat we\u2019ll spend most of the time in\nPeru, which is probably the oldest country in the world so far as\ncivilization is concerned.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s another dream!\u201d exclaimed Carl.\u201cLook here,\u201d Glenn exclaimed, \u201cthere are still temples and palaces in\nPeru which date back beyond the remotest reach of tradition.The\nearliest Incas believed that many of the fortresses, castles and temples\nwhich they found there were formed by the gods when the world was made.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s going back a long ways!\u201d laughed Jimmie.\u201cThere\ufffd", "question": "What is the garden west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\u201cGathered about it are the remains of a civilization that was old when\nthe people of Europe consisted of a group of semi-heathen tribes\nwandering from place to place.There are palaces surpassing anything to\nbe seen on the Rhine, and castles which had fallen into decay before\ncivilization began at the mouth of the Nile.\u201d\n\n\u201cGo to it!\u201d laughed Carl.The garden is west of the office.\u201cMake it good and old while you\u2019re about it!\u201d\n\n\u201cOn the island of Titicaca,\u201d continued Glenn, \u201care marvels in\narchitecture which make the wonders of Egypt look like thirty cents!There are massive fortifications perched on the sides of almost\nperpendicular cliffs, and even to-day there are large stones carefully\nbalanced on the verge of precipices, ready to be pushed off at a\nmoment\u2019s notice and sent crashing down on the legions of an attacking\nfoe.\u201d\n\n\u201cThose old fellows must have been fighters!\u201d commented Ben.\u201cThey were fighters, all right!\u201d Glenn went on.\u201cThey ruled all that\npart of the world until the Spaniards came.They were very\nsuperstitious, the sun being an object of worship.The Temple of the\nSun, on the island of Titicaca, was one of the most magnificent\nstructures ever erected.The office is west of the kitchen.Outside and inside the walls were lined with\ngold and precious stones.The temple was the pride of the Incas, but it\nwas stripped of its rich covering by the Spaniards.The walls were torn\ndown and rifled, and the sacred sun was seized and gambled for by the\ncovetous invaders.Nothing that could be converted into money was\noverlooked.And since that time the Incas have become one of the lowest\nraces on the face of the earth.\u201d\n\n\u201cI suppose we shall be able to inspect a lot of these old temples?\u201d\nasked Carl.\u201cUndoubtedly!\u201d Glenn answered.\u201cSome of them are deserted; some are\noccupied by native Indians, and some are said to be frequented by the\nspirits of those who erected them.\u201d\n\n\u201cGee!That sounds good to me!\u201d exclaimed Jimmie.\u201cA haunted temple might help some!\u201d Carl exclaimed.\u201cThere really is a temple down on Lake Titicaca!\u201d declared Glenn, \u201cwhich\neven Europeans declare to be inhabited by the Evil One.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s where I\u2019m headed for!\u201d declared Jimmie.\u201cAny old time you show\nme a mystery you\u2019ll see me on the job!\u201d\n\n\u201cThere\u2019s a mystery there, all right!\u201d Glenn insisted.\u201cThe temple stands\non a winding arm of the lake, and is entirely surrounded by broken\ncountry.So difficult is it of access that for years no one attempted to\nvisit it.Then, a few years ago, a party of Englishmen made their way to\nthe ruins and found themselves in an atmosphere of mystery almost", "question": "What is the kitchen east of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "\u201cI don\u2019t remember exactly what they all saw,\u201d Glenn answered.Some saw figures in white\u2014the long flowing robes\nof priests\u2014some saw strange lights suspended in the air; some heard the\nmost mournful and terrifying sounds.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd these Englishmen were supposed to be people of average\nintelligence?\u201d asked Ben.\u201cThere were scientists in the party!\u201d was the reply.\u201cThere is no such word as ghost in the dictionary of the scientist!\u201d\nlaughed Carl.The hallway is east of the office.Restive Clergymen\n\nSome of the clergy have the independence to break away, and the\nintellect to maintain themselves as free men, but the most are compelled\nto submit to the dictation of the orthodox, and the dead.They are\nnot employed to give their thoughts, but simply to repeat the ideas of\nothers.They are not expected to give even the doubts that may suggest\nthemselves, but are required to walk in the narrow, verdureless path\ntrodden by the ignorance of the past.The forests and fields on either\nside are nothing to them.The Parson Factory at Andover\n\nThey have in Massachusetts, at a place called Andover, a kind of\nminister-factory; and every professor in that factory takes an oath once\nin every five years--that is as long as an oath will last--that not only\nhas he not during the last five years, but so help him God, he will not\nduring the next five years intellectually advance; and probably there is\nno oath he could easier keep.Since the foundation of that institution\nthere has not been one case of perjury.They believe the same creed they\nfirst taught when the foundation stone was laid, and now when they send\nout a minister they brand him as hardware from Sheffield and Birmingham.And every man who knows where he was educated knows his creed, knows\nevery argument of his creed, every book that he reads, and just what he\namounts to intellectually, and knows he will shrink and shrivel.A Charge to Presbyteries\n\nGo on, presbyteries and synods, go on!Thrust the heretics out of the\nChurch--that is to say, throw away your brains,--put out your eyes.Every\ndeserter from your camp is a recruit for the army of progress.Cling to\nthe ignorant dogmas of the past; read the 109th Psalm; gloat over the\nslaughter of mothers and babes; thank God for total depravity; shower\nyour honors upon hypocrites, and silence every minister who is touched\nwith that heresy called genius.Turn out the\nastronomers, the geologists, the naturalists, the chemists, and all the\nhonest scientists.With a whip of scorpions, drive them all out.Nature the True Bible\n\nThe true Bible appeals to man in the name of demonstration.It has no fear of being read, of being contradicted,\nof being investigated and understood.It does not pretend to be holy, or\nsacred; it simply claims to be true.It challenges the scrutiny of\nall, and implores every reader to verify every line for himself.The garden is west of the office.It is\nincap", "question": "What is west of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "This book appeals to all the surroundings\nof man.Each thing that exists testifies of its perfection.The hallway is east of the garden.The earth,\nwith its heart of fire and crowns of snow; with its forests and plains,\nits rocks and seas; with its every wave and cloud; with its every leaf\nand bud and flower, confirms its every word, and the solemn stars,\nshining in the infinite abysses, are the eternal witnesses of its truth.Inspiration\n\nI will tell you what I mean by inspiration.I go and look at the sea,\nand the sea says something to me; it makes an impression upon my mind.That impression depends, first, upon my experience; secondly, upon\nmy intellectual capacity.He has a\ndifferent brain, he has had a different experience, he has different\nmemories and different hopes.The sea may speak to him of joy and to me\nof grief and sorrow.The sea cannot tell the same thing to two beings,\nbecause no two human beings have had the same experience.So, when I\nlook upon a flower, or a star, or a painting, or a statue, the more I\nknow about sculpture the more that statue speaks to me.The more I have\nhad of human experience, the more I have read, the greater brain I have,\nthe more the star says to me.In other words, nature says to me all that\nI am capable of understanding.Think of a God wicked and malicious enough to inspire this prayer in\nthe 109th Psalm.Had this\ninspired psalm been found in some temple erected for the worship of\nsnakes, or in the possession of some cannibal king, written with blood\nupon the dried skins of babes, there would have been a perfect harmony\nbetween its surroundings and its sentiments.The kitchen is west of the garden.I Don't Believe the Bible\n\nNow, I read the Bible, and I find that God so loved this world that he\nmade up his mind to damn the most of us.I have read this book, and what\nshall I say of it?I believe it is generally better to be honest.Now,\nI don't believe the Bible.They say that if you\ndo you will regret it when you come to die.If that be true, I know a\ngreat many religious people who will have no cause to regret it--they\ndon't tell their honest convictions about the Bible.The Bible the Real Persecutor\n\nThe Bible was the real persecutor.The Bible burned heretics, built\ndungeons, founded the Inquisition, and trampled upon all the liberties\nof men.How long, O how long will mankind worship a book?How long will\nthey grovel in the dust before the ignorant legends of the barbaric\npast?How long, O how long will they pursue phantoms in a darkness\ndeeper than death?Immoralities of the Bible\n\nThe believers in the Bible are loud in their denunciation of what they\nare pleased to call the immoral literature of the world; and yet few\nbooks have been published containing more moral filth than this inspired\nword of God.These stories are not redeemed by a single flash of wit or\nhumor.They never rise above the dull details of stupid vice.For one,\nI cannot", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "Clergymen may know some way by which they can\nextract honey from these flowers.Until these passages are expunged from\nthe Old Testament, it is not a fit book to be read by either old or\nyoung.It contains pages that no minister in the United States would\nread to his congregation for any reward whatever.There are chapters\nthat no gentleman would read in the presence of a lady.There are\nchapters that no father would read to his child.There are narratives\nutterly unfit to be told; and the time will come when mankind will\nwonder that such a book was ever called inspired.And with a look of mutual understanding and friendship we hastened to\nrejoin the ladies.Of the conversation that followed, it is only necessary to state the\nresult.Eleanore, remaining firm in her refusal to accept property so\nstained by guilt, it was finally agreed upon that it should be devoted\nto the erection and sustainment of some charitable institution of\nmagnitude sufficient to be a recognized benefit to the city and its\nunfortunate poor.This settled, our thoughts returned to our friends,\nespecially to Mr.\"He has grieved like a father over us.\"And, in her spirit of penitence, she would have undertaken the unhappy\ntask of telling him the truth.But Eleanore, with her accustomed generosity, would not hear of this.\"No, Mary,\" said she; \"you have suffered enough.And leaving them there, with the light of growing hope and confidence on\ntheir faces, we went out again into the night, and so into a dream from\nwhich I have never waked, though the shine of her dear eyes have been\nnow the load-star of my life for many happy, happy months.In point of fact it imposes a most absurd, unnecessary and\nannoying delay on travel, and rests upon the Connecticut statute\nbook a curious illustration of what usually happens when legislators\nundertake to incorporate running railroad regulations into the\nstatutes-at-large.It is of a par with another law, which has for\nmore than twenty-five years been in force in Connecticut's sister\nstate of Massachusetts, compelling in all cases where the tracks of\ndifferent companies cross each other at a level the trains of each\ncompany to stop before reaching the crossing, and then to pass over\nit slowly.The danger of collision at crossings is undoubtedly much\ngreater than that of going through open draws.Precautions against\ndanger in each case are unquestionably proper and they cannot be\ntoo perfect, but to have recourse to stopping either in the one\ncase or the other simply reveals an utter ignorance of the great\nadvance which has been made in railroad signals and the science of\ninterlocking.The bathroom is east of the bedroom.In both these cases it is, indeed, entitled to just\nabout the same degree of respect as would be a proposal to recur to\npioneer engines as a means of preventing accidents to night trains.The machinery by means of which both draws and grade crossings\ncan be protected, will be referred to in another connection,[7]\nmeanwhile it is a curious fact that neither at grade crossings\nnor at draws has the mere stopping of trains proved a sufficient\nprotection.The bedroom is east of the hallway.Several times in the experience of Massachusetts", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "But the insufficiency\nof stopping as a reliable means of prevention was especially\nillustrated in the case of an accident which occurred upon the\nBoston & Maine railroad on the morning of the 21st of November,\n1862, when the early local passenger train was run into the open\ndraw of the bridge almost at the entrance to the Boston station.It\nso happened that the train had stopped at the Charlestown station\njust before going onto the bridge, and at the time the accident\noccurred was moving at a speed scarcely faster than a man could\nwalk; and yet the locomotive was entirely submerged, as the water\nat that point is deep, and the only thing which probably saved the\ntrain was that the draw was so narrow and the cars were so long that\nthe foremost one lodged across the opening, and its forward end only\nwas beneath the water.The hallway is north of the kitchen.The bedroom is north of the hallway.At the rate at which the train was moving\nthe resistance thus offered was sufficient to stop it, though, even\nas it was, no less than six persons lost their lives and a much\nlarger number were more or less injured.Here all the precautions\nimposed by the Connecticut law were taken, and served only to\nreveal the weak point in it.The accident was due to the neglect of\nthe corporation in not having the draw and its system of signals\ninterlocked in such a way that the movement of the one should\nautomatically cause a corresponding movement of the other; and this\nneglect in high quarters made it possible for a careless employ\u00e9 to\nopen the draw on a particularly dark and foggy morning, while he\nforgot at the same time to shift his signals.An exactly similar\ninstance of carelessness on the part of an employ\u00e9 resulted in the\nderailment of a train upon the Long Branch line of the Central Road\nof New Jersey at the Shrewsbury river draw on August 9, 1877.In\nthis case the safety signal was shown while the draw fastening had\nbeen left unsecured.The jar of the passing train threw the draw\nslightly open so as to disconnect the tracks; thus causing the\nderailment of the train, which subsequently plunged over the side\nof the bridge.Fortunately the tide was out, or there would have\nbeen a terrible loss of life; as it was, some seventy persons were\ninjured, five of whom subsequently died.This accident also, like\nthat on the Boston & Maine road in 1862, very forcibly illustrated\nthe necessity of an interlocking apparatus.The safety signal was\nshown before the draw was secured, which should have been impossible.[7] Chapters XVII and XVIII.Prior to the year 1873 there is no consecutive record of this or\nany other class of railroad accidents occurring in America, but\nduring the six years 1873-8 there occurred twenty-one cases of\nminor disaster at draws, three only of them to passenger trains.Altogether, excluding the Shrewsbury river accident, these resulted\nin the death of five employ\u00e9s and injury to one other.In Great Britain not a single case of disaster of any\ndescription has been reported as occurring at a draw-bridge since\nthe year 1870, when the present system of official Board of Trade\nreports was", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "The lesson clearly to be drawn from a careful\ninvestigation of all the American accidents reported would seem to\nbe that a statute provision making compulsory the interlocking of\nall draws in railroad bridges with a proper and infallible system\nof signals might have claims on the consideration of an intelligent\nlegislature; not so an enactment which compels the stopping of\ntrains at points where danger is small, and makes no provision as\nrespects other points where it is great.Great as were the terrors inspired by the Norwalk disaster in those\ncomparatively early days of railroad experience, and deep as the\nimpression on the public memory must have been to leave its mark\non the statute book even to the present time, that and the similar\ndisaster at the Richelieu river are believed to have been the only\ntwo of great magnitude which have occurred at open railroad draws.That this should be so is well calculated to excite surprise,\nfor the draw-bridge precautions against accident in America are\nwretchedly crude and inadequate, amounting as a rule to little more\nthan the primitive balls and targets by day and lanterns by night,\nwithout any system of alarms or interlocking.Electricity as an\nadjunct to human care, or a corrective rather of human negligence,\nis almost never used; and, in fact, the chief reliance is still on\nthe vigilance of engine-drivers.But, if accidents at draws have\nbeen comparatively rare and unattended with any considerable loss\nof life, it has been far otherwise with the rest of the structures\nof which the draw forms a part.The office is north of the garden.Bridge accidents in fact always\nhave been, and will probably always remain, incomparably the worst\nto which travel by rail is exposed.Robert opened his eyes, and gazed around with uncertainty.\"What has\nhappened?--are we alone?--who is with us?\"The garden is north of the bedroom.\"Your dutiful subject, March,\" replied the Earl.repeated the King, his still disturbed\nintellect receiving some alarm from the name of a powerful chief whom he\nhad reason to believe he had mortally offended.\"Yes, my gracious liege, with poor George of Dunbar, of whom many have\nwished your Majesty to think ill, though he will be found truer to your\nroyal person at the last than they will.\"\"Indeed, cousin, you have had too much wrong; and believe me, we shall\nstrive to redress--\"\n\n\"If your Grace thinks so, it may yet be righted,\" interrupted the Earl,\ncatching at the hopes which his ambition suggested: \"the Prince and\nMarjory Douglas are nearly related--the dispensation from Rome was\ninformally granted--their marriage cannot be lawful--the Pope, who will\ndo much for so godly a prince, can set aside this unchristian union, in\nrespect of the pre-contract.Bethink you well, my liege,\" continued\nthe Earl, kindling with a new train of ambitious thoughts, to which\nthe unexpected opportunity of pleading his cause personally had given\nrise--\"bethink you how you choose betwixt the Douglas and me.He is\npowerful and mighty, I grant.But George of Dunbar wears the keys", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Your royal son loves my poor deserted girl, and hates the haughty\nMarjory of Douglas.Your Grace may judge the small account in which he\nholds her by his toying with a common glee maiden even in the presence\nof her father.\"The King had hitherto listened to the Earl's argument with the\nbewildered feelings of a timid horseman, borne away by an impetuous\nsteed, whose course he can neither arrest nor direct.But the last words\nawakened in his recollection the sense of his son's immediate danger.The garden is south of the bathroom.\"Oh, ay, most true--my son--the Douglas!Oh, my dear cousin, prevent\nblood, and all shall be as you will.Hark, there is a tumult--that was\nthe clash of arms!\"\"By my coronet, by my knightly faith, it is true!\"said the Earl,\nlooking from the window upon the inner square of the convent, now filled\nwith armed men and brandished weapons, and resounding with the clash\nof armour.The deep vaulted entrance was crowded with warriors at its\nfarthest extremity, and blows seemed to be in the act of being exchanged\nbetwixt some who were endeavouring to shut the gate and others who\ncontended to press in.\"I will go instantly,\" said the Earl of March, \"and soon quell this\nsudden broil.Humbly I pray your Majesty to think on what I have had the\nboldness to propose.\"\"I will--I will, fair cousin,\" said the King, scarce knowing to what he\npledged himself; \"do but prevent tumult and bloodshed!\"CHAPTER XI\n\n     Fair is the damsel, passing fair;\n     Sunny at distance gleams her smile;\n     Approach--the cloud of woful care\n     Hangs trembling in her eye the while.We must here trace a little more correctly the events which had been\nindistinctly seen from the window of the royal apartments, and yet more\nindistinctly reported by those who witnessed them.The glee maiden,\nalready mentioned, had planted herself where a rise of two large broad\nsteps, giving access to the main gateway of the royal apartments, gained\nher an advantage of a foot and a half in height over those in the\ncourt, of whom she hoped to form an audience.She wore the dress of her\ncalling, which was more gaudy than rich, and showed the person more than\ndid the garb of other females.She had laid aside an upper mantle, and\na small basket which contained her slender stock of necessaries; and a\nlittle French spaniel dog sat beside them, as their protector.An azure\nblue jacket, embroidered with silver, and sitting close to the person,\nwas open in front, and showed several waistcoats of different \nsilks, calculated to set off the symmetry of the shoulders and bosom,\nand remaining open at the throat.A small silver chain worn around her\nneck involved itself amongst these brilliant  waistcoats, and\nwas again produced from them; to display a medal of the same metal,\nwhich intimated, in theThe bedroom is north of the bathroom.", "question": "What is the bathroom north of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "A small scrip,\nsuspended over her shoulders by a blue silk riband; hung on her left\nside.Her sunny complexion, snow white teeth, brilliant black eyes, and raven\nlocks marked her country lying far in the south of France, and the arch\nsmile and dimpled chin bore the same character.The bathroom is west of the kitchen.Her luxuriant raven\nlocks, twisted around a small gold bodkin, were kept in their position\nby a net of silk and gold.Short petticoats, deep laced with silver, to\ncorrespond with the jacket, red stockings which were visible so high as\nnear the calf of the leg, and buskins of Spanish leather, completed her\nadjustment, which, though far from new, had been saved as an untarnished\nholiday suit, which much care had kept in good order.The office is east of the kitchen.She seemed about\ntwenty-five years old; but perhaps fatigue and wandering had anticipated\nthe touch of time in obliterating the freshness of early youth.We have said the glee maiden's manner was lively, and we may add that\nher smile and repartee were ready.But her gaiety was assumed, as a\nquality essentially necessary to her trade, of which it was one of the\nmiseries, that the professors were obliged frequently to cover an aching\nheart with a compelled smile.This seemed to be the case with Louise,\nwho, whether she was actually the heroine of her own song, or whatever\nother cause she might have for sadness, showed at times a strain of deep\nmelancholy thought, which interfered with and controlled the natural\nflow of lively spirits which the practice of the joyous science\nespecially required.She lacked also, even in her gayest sallies, the\ndecided boldness and effrontery of her sisterhood, who were seldom at\na loss to retort a saucy jest, or turn the laugh against any who\ninterrupted or interfered with them.It may be here remarked, that it was impossible that this class of\nwomen, very numerous in that age, could bear a character generally\nrespectable.They were, however, protected by the manners of the time;\nand such were the immunities they possessed by the rights of chivalry,\nthat nothing was more rare than to hear of such errant damsels\nsustaining injury or wrong, and they passed and repassed safely, where\narmed travellers would probably have encountered a bloody opposition.Then, without the Spider's moving her position, the oscillation is\nresumed in the opposite direction.By means of this alternate motion,\ninterspersed with numerous contacts, a segment of the sheet is\nobtained, of a very accurate texture.When this is done, the Spider\nmoves a little along a circular line and the loom works in the same\nmanner on another segment.The silk disk, a sort of hardy concave paten, now no longer receives\nanything from the spinnerets in its centre; the marginal belt alone\nincreases in thickness.The piece thus becomes a bowl-shaped porringer,\nsurrounded by a wide, flat edge.With one quick emission, the viscous,\npale-yellow eggs are laid in the basin, where they", "question": "What is the kitchen east of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "The bedroom is north of the garden.The\nspinnerets are once more set going.With short movements, as the tip of\nthe abdomen rises and falls to weave the round mat, they cover up the\nexposed hemisphere.The result is a pill set in the middle of a\ncircular carpet.The legs, hitherto idle, are now working.They take up and break off\none by one the threads that keep the round mat stretched on the coarse\nsupporting network.At the same time the fangs grip this sheet, lift it\nby degrees, tear it from its base and fold it over upon the globe of\neggs.The whole edifice totters, the floor\ncollapses, fouled with sand.By a movement of the legs, those soiled\nshreds are cast aside.Briefly, by means of violent tugs of the fangs,\nwhich pull, and broom-like efforts of the legs, which clear away, the\nLycosa extricates the bag of eggs and removes it as a clear-cut mass,\nfree from any adhesion.It is a white-silk pill, soft to the touch and glutinous.Its size is\nthat of an average cherry.An observant eye will notice, running\nhorizontally around the middle, a fold which a needle is able to raise\nwithout breaking it.This hem, generally undistinguishable from the\nrest of the surface, is none other than the edge of the circular mat,\ndrawn over the lower hemisphere.The other hemisphere, through which\nthe youngsters will go out, is less well fortified: its only wrapper is\nthe texture spun over the eggs immediately after they were laid.The work of spinning, followed by that of tearing, is continued for a\nwhole morning, from five to nine o'clock.Worn out with fatigue, the\nmother embraces her dear pill and remains motionless.I shall see no\nmore to-day.Next morning, I find the Spider carrying the bag of eggs\nslung from her stern.Henceforth, until the hatching, she does not leave go of the precious\nburden, which, fastened to the spinnerets by a short ligament, drags\nand bumps along the ground.With this load banging against her heels,\nshe goes about her business; she walks or rests, she seeks her prey,\nattacks it and devours it.Should some accident cause the wallet to\ndrop off, it is soon replaced.The spinnerets touch it somewhere,\nanywhere, and that is enough: adhesion is at once restored.When the work is done, some of them emancipate themselves, think they\nwill have a look at the country before retiring for good and all.It is\nthese whom we meet at times, wandering aimlessly and dragging their bag\nbehind them.The kitchen is north of the bedroom.Sooner or later, however, the vagrants return home; and\nthe month of August is not over before a straw rustled in any burrow\nwill bring the mother up, with her wallet slung behind her.I am able\nto procure as many as I want and, with them, to indulge in certain\nexperiments of the highest interest.It is a sight worth seeing, that of the Lycosa dragging", "question": "What is the garden south of?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "If I\ntry to take the bag from her, she presses it to her breast in despair,\nhangs on to my pincers, bites them with her poison-fangs.I can hear\nthe daggers grating on the steel.No, she would not allow herself to be\nrobbed of the wallet with impunity, if my fingers were not supplied\nwith an implement.The hallway is north of the kitchen.By dint of pulling and shaking the pill with the forceps, I take it\nfrom the Lycosa, who protests furiously.I fling her in exchange a pill\ntaken from another Lycosa.It is at once seized in the fangs, embraced\nby the legs and hung on to the spinneret.Her own or another's: it is\nall one to the Spider, who walks away proudly with the alien wallet.This was to be expected, in view of the similarity of the pills\nexchanged.A test of another kind, with a second subject, renders the mistake more\nstriking.I substitute, in the place of the lawful bag which I have\nremoved, the work of the Silky Epeira.The colour and softness of the\nmaterial are the same in both cases; but the shape is quite different.The kitchen is north of the garden.The stolen object is a globe; the object presented in exchange is an\nelliptical conoid studded with angular projections along the edge of\nthe base.The Spider takes no account of this dissimilarity.She\npromptly glues the queer bag to her spinnerets and is as pleased as\nthough she were in possession of her real pill.My experimental\nvillainies have no other consequence beyond an ephemeral carting.When\nhatching-time arrives, early in the case of Lycosa, late in that of the\nEpeira, the gulled Spider abandons the strange bag and pays it no\nfurther attention.Let us penetrate yet deeper into the wallet-bearer's stupidity.After\ndepriving the Lycosa of her eggs, I throw her a ball of cork, roughly\npolished with a file and of the same size as the stolen pill.She\naccepts the corky substance, so different from the silk purse, without\nthe least demur.One would have thought that she would recognize her\nmistake with those eight eyes of hers, which gleam like precious\nstones.Lovingly she embraces the\ncork ball, fondles it with her palpi, fastens it to her spinnerets and\nthenceforth drags it after her as though she were dragging her own bag.Let us give another the choice between the imitation and the real.The\nrightful pill and the cork ball are placed together on the floor of the\njar.Will the Spider be able to know the one that belongs to her?The\nfool is incapable of doing so.She makes a wild rush and seizes\nhaphazard at one time her property, at another my sham product.Whatever is first touched becomes a good capture and is forthwith hung\nup.If I increase the number of cork balls, if I put in four or five of\nthem, with the real pill among them, it is seldom that the Ly", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "King Leopold, who has behaved throughout with\ngenerosity, and the most kind consideration towards Gordon, is\nnaturally displeased and upset, but he feels that he cannot restrain\nGordon or insist on the letter of his bond.The Congo Mission is\ntherefore broken off or suspended, as described in the last chapter.The garden is west of the office.In the evening of the 15th Lord Granville despatched a telegram to Sir\nEvelyn Baring, no longer asking his opinion or advice, but stating\nthat the Government have determined to send General Gordon to the\nSoudan, and that he will start without delay.To that telegram the\nBritish representative could make no demur short of resigning his\npost, but at last the grudging admission was wrung from him that\n\"Gordon would be the best man.\"This conclusion, to which anyone\nconversant with the facts, as Sir Evelyn Baring was, would have come\nat once, was therefore only arrived at seven weeks after Sir Charles\nDilke first brought forward Gordon's name as the right person to deal\nwith the Soudan difficulty.That loss of time was irreparable, and in\nthe end proved fatal to Gordon himself.In describing the last mission, betrayal, and death of Gordon, the\nheavy responsibility of assigning the just blame to those individuals\nwho were in a special degree the cause of that hero's fate cannot be\nshirked by any writer pretending to record history.Lord Cromer has\nfilled a difficult post in Egypt for many years with advantage to his\ncountry, but in the matter of General Gordon's last Nile mission he\nallowed his personal feelings to obscure his judgment.He knew that\nGordon was a difficult, let it be granted an impossible, colleague;\nthat he would do things in his own way in defiance of diplomatic\ntimidity and official rigidity; and that, instead of there being in\nthe Egyptian firmament the one planet Baring, there would be only the\nsingle sun of Gordon.All these considerations were human, but they\nnone the less show that he allowed his private feelings, his\nresentment at Gordon's treatment of him in 1878, to bias his judgment\nin a matter of public moment.It was his opposition alone that\nretarded Gordon's departure by seven weeks, and indeed the delay was\nlonger, as Gordon was then at Jaffa, and that delay, I repeat it\nsolemnly, cost Gordon his life.Whoever else was to blame afterwards,\nthe first against whom a verdict of Guilty must be entered, without\nany hope of reprieve at the bar of history, was Sir Evelyn Baring, now\nLord Cromer.Mr Gladstone and his Government are certainly clear of any reflection\nin this stage of the matter.They did their best to put forward\nGeneral Gordon immediately on the news coming of the Hicks disaster,\nand although they might have shown greater determination in compelling\nthe adoption of their plan, which they were eventually obliged to do,\nthis was a very venial fault, and not in any serious way blameworthy.The kitchen is east of the office.Nor did they ever seek to repudiate their responsibility for sending\nGordon to the Soudan, although a somewhat craven statement by Lord\nGranville, in a speech at", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The kitchen is east of the bathroom.This remark may have been a slip, or an incorrect mode\nof saying that Gordon willingly accepted the task given him by the\nGovernment, but Mr Gladstone placed the matter in its true light when\nhe wrote that \"General Gordon went to the Soudan at the request of\nH.M.Gordon, accompanied by Lieutenant-Colonel Donald Stewart, an officer\nwho had visited the Soudan in 1883, and written an able report on it,\nleft London by the Indian mail of 18th January 1884.The decision to\nsend Colonel Stewart with him was arrived at only at the very last\nmoment, and on the platform at Charing Cross Station the acquaintance\nof the two men bound together in such a desperate partnership\npractically began.It is worth recalling that in that hurried and\nstirring scene, when the War Office, with the Duke of Cambridge, had\nassembled to see him off, Gordon found time to say to one of Stewart's\nnearest relations, \"Be sure that he will not go into any danger which\nI do not share, and I am sure that when I am in danger he will not be\nfar behind.\"Gordon's journey to Egypt was uneventful, but after the exciting\nevents that preceded his departure he found the leisure of his\nsea-trip from Brindisi beneficial and advantageous, for the purpose of\nconsidering his position and taking stock of the situation he had to\nface.The office is east of the kitchen.By habit and temperament Gordon was a bad emissary to carry out\ncut-and-dried instructions, more especially when they related to a\nsubject upon which he felt very strongly and held pronounced views.The instructions which the Government gave him were as follows, and I\nquote the full text.They were probably not drawn up and in Gordon's\nhands more than two hours before he left Charing Cross, and personally\nI do not suppose that he had looked through them, much less studied\nthem.He went to the Soudan to\nrescue the garrisons, and to carry out the evacuation of the province\nafter providing for its administration.The letter given in the\nprevious chapter shows how vague and incomplete was the agreement\nbetween himself and Ministers.It was nothing more than the expression\nof an idea that the Soudan should be evacuated, but how and under what\nconditions was left altogether to the chapter of accidents.At the\nstart the Government's view of the matter and his presented no glaring\ndifference.They sent General Gordon to rescue and withdraw the\ngarrisons if he could do so, and they were also not averse to his\nestablishing any administration that he chose.But the main point on\nwhich they laid stress was that they were to be no longer troubled in\nthe affair.Gordon's marvellous qualities were to extricate them from\nthe difficult position in which the shortcomings of the Egyptian\nGovernment had placed them, and beyond that they had no definite\nthought or care as to how the remedy was to be discovered and applied.The following instructions should be read by the light of these\nreflections, which show that, while they nominally started from the\nsame point, Gordon and the Government were never really in touch, and\nhad widely different goals in view:--", "question": "What is the kitchen west of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Father says, we should always hasten to welcome the\nstranger; and they sound dreadfully interesting.\"In spite of his years, he still\nfollowed blindly where Patience led, though the consequences were\nfrequently disastrous.It was the next afternoon that Pauline, reading in the garden, heard an\neager little voice calling excitedly, \"Paul, where are you!Haven't I run every inch of the way home!\"She waved the letter above\nher head--\"'Miss Pauline A.O Paul, aren't\nyou going to read it out here!\"For Pauline, catching the letter from her, had run into the house,\ncrying--\"Mother!CHAPTER III\n\nUNCLE PAUL'S ANSWER\n\n\"Mother!Shaw's\nanswering from her own room, she ran on up-stairs.\"So I thought--when I heard Patience calling just now.Pauline, dear,\ntry not to be too disappointed if--\"\n\n\"You open it, mother--please!Now it's really come, I'm--afraid to.\"\"No, dear, it is addressed to you,\" Mrs.And Pauline, a good deal sobered by the gravity with which her mother\nhad received the news, sat down on the wide window seat, near her\nmother's chair, tearing open the envelope.As she spread out the heavy\nbusinesslike sheet of paper within, a small folded enclosure fell from\nit into her lap.She had never\nreceived a check from anyone before.and she read\naloud, \"'Pay to the order of Miss Pauline A. Shaw, the sum of\ntwenty-five dollars.'\"One ought to be able to do a good deal with\ntwenty-five dollars!She had followed her sister\nup-stairs, after a discreet interval, curling herself up unobtrusively\nin a big chair just inside the doorway.The office is west of the garden.\"Can you do what you like with\nit, Paul?\"But Pauline was bending over the letter, a bright spot of color on each\ncheek.Presently, she handed it to her mother.\"I wish--I'd never\nwritten to him!Shaw read, as follows--\n\n\n          NEW YORK CITY, May 31, 19--._Miss Pauline A. Shaw,\n  Winton, Vt._\n\nMY DEAR NIECE: Yours of May 16th to hand.I am sorry to learn that\nyour sister Hilary appears to be in such poor health at present.Such\nbeing the case, however, it would seem to me that home was the best\nplace for her.I do not at all approve of this modern fashion of\nrunning about the country, on any and every pretext.Also, if I\nremember correctly, your father has frequently described Winton to me\nas a place of great natural charms, and peculiarly adapted to those\nsuffering from so-called nervous disorders.The hallway is east of the garden.Altogether, I do not feel inclined to comply with your request to make\nit possible for your sister to leave home, in search of change and\nrecreation.Instead, beginning with this letter, I will forward you\neach month during the summer", "question": "What is the garden east of?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Trusting this may prove satisfactory,\n\n    Very respectfully,\n        PAUL A. SHAW.\"Isn't it a very--queer sort of letter?\"The bathroom is south of the hallway.\"It is an extremely characteristic one, dear.\"\"I think,\" Patience could contain herself no longer, \"that you are the\ninconsideratest persons!You know I'm perfectly wild to know what's in\nthat letter!\"\"Run away now, Patience,\" her mother said.\"You shall hear about it\nlater,\" and when Patience had obeyed--not very willingly, Mrs.\"We must show this to your father, before\nmaking any plans in regard to it, dear.\"You show it to him, please, mother.\"When her mother had gone down-stairs, Pauline still sat there in the\nwindow seat, looking soberly out across the lawn to the village street,\nwith its double rows of tall, old trees.So her flag had served little\npurpose after all!That change for Hilary was still as uncertain, as\nmuch a vague part of the future, as it had ever been.It seemed to the girl, at the moment, as if she fairly hated Winton.As though Hilary and she did not already know every stick and stone in\nit, had not long ago exhausted all its possibilities!The kitchen is north of the hallway.New people might think it \"quaint\" and \"pretty\" but they had not lived\nhere all their lives.And, besides, she had expressly told Uncle Paul\nthat the doctor had said that Hilary needed a change.She was still brooding over the downfall of her hopes, when her mother\ncalled to her from the garden.Pauline went down, feeling that it\nmattered very little what her father's decision had been--it could make\nso little difference to them, either way.Shaw was on the bench under the old elm, that stood midway between\nparsonage and church.She had been rereading Uncle Paul's letter, and\nto Pauline's wonder, there was something like a smile of amusement in\nher eyes.\"Well, dear, your father and I have talked the matter over, and we have\ndecided to allow you to accept your uncle's offer.\"How is Hilary to get a chance--here in\nWinton?\"\"Who was it that I heard saying, only this morning, Pauline, that even\nif Uncle Paul didn't agree, she really believed we might manage to have\na very pleasant summer here at home?\"\"I know--but still, now that we know definitely--\"\n\n\"We can go to work definitely to do even better.\"Suppose you put your wits to work\nright now.I must go down to Jane's for a few moments.After all,\nPauline, those promised twenty-fives can be used very pleasantly--even\nin Winton.\"\"Winton may develop some unexplored corners, some new outlooks.\"Pauline looked rather doubtful; then, catching sight of a small\ndejected-looking little figure in the swing, under the big cherry-tree\nat the foot of the lawn, she asked, \"I suppose I may tell Patience now,\nmother?She really has been very good all", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "You can\u2019t bluff me!\u201d\n\nWhile the boys stood talking with the impertinent guard they saw two\nfigures moving stealthily about the aeroplanes.Jimmie hastened over to\nthe _Louise_ and saw a man fumbling in the tool-box.\u201cWhat are you doing here?\u201d demanded the boy.The intruder turned a startled face for an instant and then darted away,\ntaking the direction the cab had taken.Carl and Doran now came running up and Jimmie turned to the latter.\u201cNice old guard you are!\u201d he almost shouted.\u201cHere you stand talking\nwith us while men are sneaking around the machines!\u201d\n\n\u201cWas there some one here?\u201d asked Doran in assumed amazement.\u201cThere surely was!\u201d replied Jimmie.\u201cWhere are the other guards?\u201d\n\n\u201cWhy,\u201d replied Doran hesitatingly, \u201cthey got tired of standing around\ndoing nothing and went home.The garden is west of the hallway.It\u2019s pretty dull out here.\u201d\n\n\u201cWell,\u201d Jimmie answered, \u201cI\u2019m going to see if this machine has been\ntampered with!Get up on one of the seats, Carl,\u201d he said with a wink,\n\u201cand we\u2019ll soon find out if any of the fastenings have been loosened.\u201d\n\nThe boy was permitted to follow instructions without any opposition or\ncomment from Doran, and in a moment Jimmie was in the other seat with\nthe wheels in motion.Seeing too late the trick which had been played upon him, Doran uttered\nan exclamation of anger and sprang for one of the planes.His fingers\njust scraped the edge of the wing as the machine, gathering momentum\nevery instant, lifted from the ground, and he fell flat.He arose instantly to shake a threatening fist at the disappearing\naeroplane.Jimmie turned back with a grin on his freckled face.\u201cCatch on behind,\u201d he said, \u201cand I\u2019ll give you a ride!\u201d\n\n\u201cDid you see some one fumbling around the machine?\u201d asked Carl, as\nJimmie slowed the motors down a trifle in order to give a chance for\nconversation.\u201cSure, I did!\u201d was the reply.\u201cHe ducked away when he saw me coming, and\nran away into the field in the direction taken by the cab.\u201d\n\n\u201cGee!\u201d exclaimed Carl.\u201cDo you think the cabman brought that man out to\nwork some mischief with the flying machines?\u201d\n\n\u201cI don\u2019t think much about it,\u201d Jimmie answered, \u201cbecause I don\u2019t know\nmuch about it!He might have done something to the machine which will\ncause us to take a drop in the air directly, but I don\u2019t think so.Anyhow, it\u2019s running smoothly now.\u201d\n\n\u201cStill we\u2019re taking chances!\u201d insisted Carl.The moon now stood wellThe bathroom is east of the hallway.", "question": "What is the hallway east of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "Below, the surface of the earth was clearly revealed in its\nlight.\u201cWe\u2019ll have to hurry!\u201d Carl suggested, \u201cif we get back to the hotel\nbefore daylight, so I\u2019ll quit talking and you turn on more power.\u201d\n\n\u201cI may not be able to find this blooming old valley where we left the\ntents,\u201d Jimmie grumbled.\u201cIf you remember, son, we left that locality in\nsomething of a hurry!\u201d\n\n\u201cI certainly remember something which looked to me like a jungle scene\nin a comic opera!\u201d grinned Carl.\u201cAnd the noise sounded not unlike some\nof the choruses I have heard in little old New York!\u201d\n\nJimmie drove straight north for an hour, and then began circling to left\nand right in search of the little valley from which they had fled so\nprecipitously.At last the gleam of running water caught his eyes and he\nbegan volplaning down.\u201cAre you sure that\u2019s the place?\u201d asked Carl, almost screaming the words\ninto Jimmie\u2019s ears.\u201cI don\u2019t see any tents down there, do you?\u201d\n\n\u201cI see something that looks like a tent,\u201d Jimmie answered.\u201cWe are so\nhigh up now that we couldn\u2019t distinguish one of them anyhow.\u201d\n\nAs the aeroplane drove nearer to the earth, a blaze flared up from\nbelow.In its red light they saw the two shelter-tents standing in\nexactly the same position in which they had been left.\u201cThere!\u201d cried Jimmie.The bedroom is south of the hallway.The bathroom is north of the hallway.\u201cI had an idea we\u2019d find them!\u201d\n\n\u201cBut look at the fire!\u201d cautioned Carl.\u201cThere\u2019s some one there keeping\nup that blaze!\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s a funny proposition, too!\u201d exclaimed Jimmie.\u201cIt doesn\u2019t seem as\nif the savages would remain on the ground after our departure.\u201d\n\n\u201cAnd it doesn\u2019t seem as if they would go away without taking everything\nthey could carry with them, either!\u201d laughed Carl.\u201cWe can\u2019t guess it out up here,\u201d Jimmie argued.\u201cWe may as well light\nand find out what it means.Have your guns ready, and shoot the first\nsavage who comes within range.\u201d\n\nWhen the rubber-tired wheels of the machine struck the ground which they\nhad occupied only a short time before, the boys found a great surprise\nawaiting them.As if awakened from slumber by the clatter of the motors,\na figure dressed in nondescript European costume arose from the fire,\nyawning and rubbing his eyes, and advanced to meet them.It was the figure of a young man of perhaps eighteen, though the ragged\nand soiled clothing he wore, the unwashed face, the long hair, made it\ndifficult for one to give any accurate estimate as to the years of", "question": "What is south of the hallway?", "target": "bedroom"}, {"input": "He certainly looked like a tramp, but he came forward with an air\nof assurance which could not have been improved upon by a millionaire\nhotel-keeper, or a haughty three-dollar-a-week clerk in a ten-cent\nstore.\u201cJe-rusalem!\u201d exclaimed Jimmie.\u201cNow what do you think of this?\u201d\n\n\u201cI saw him first!\u201d declared Carl.\u201cAll right, you may have him!\u201d\n\nThe intruder came forward and stood for a moment without speaking,\nregarding the boys curiously in the meantime.The hallway is north of the bathroom.\u201cWell,\u201d Jimmie said in a moment, \u201cwhat about it?\u201d\n\n\u201cI thought you\u2019d be back,\u201d said the other.\u201cWhere are the savages?\u201d asked Carl.\u201cDidn\u2019t you bump into a war party\nhere?\u201d\n\nThe stranger smiled and pointed to the tents.\u201cI am a truthful man,\u201d he said.\u201cI wouldn\u2019t tell a lie for a dollar.I\nmight tell six for five dollars, but I wouldn\u2019t tell one lie for any\nsmall sum.My name is Sam Weller, and I\u2019m a tramp.\u201d\n\n\u201cThat\u2019s no lie!\u201d exclaimed Jimmie.\u201cUnless appearances are deceiving!\u201d\n\n\u201cPerhaps,\u201d Carl suggested, \u201cwe\u2019d better be getting out of here.The\nnatives may return.\u201d\n\n\u201cAs soon as you have given me time to relate a chapter of my life,\u201d Sam\nWeller continued, \u201cyou\u2019ll understand why the savages won\u2019t be back here\nto-night.\u201d\n\n\u201cGo on!\u201d Jimmie grunted.\u201cTell us the story of your life, beginning with\nthe poor but dishonest parents and the statement that you were never\nunderstood when you were a baby!\u201d\n\n\u201cThis chapter of my life,\u201d Sam went on, without seeming to notice the\ninterruption, \u201cbegins shortly after sunset of the evening just passed.\u201d\n\n\u201cGo ahead!\u201d Carl exclaimed.\u201cGet a move on!\u201d\n\n\u201cWhile walking leisurely from the Isthmus of Panama to Cape Horn,\u201d Sam\nbegan, \u201cI saw your two flying machines drop down into this valley.The kitchen is north of the hallway.At\nthat time,\u201d he continued, \u201cI was in need of sustenance.[_He moves from the table\nin horror._] Oh!I'm only a hamatoor sportsman and I can't afford a\nuncertainty.[_As THE DEAN returns, BLORE starts up guiltily._] Can I\nhelp you any more, Sir?No, remove these dreadful things, and don't let me see you again\nto-night![_Sits with the basin on his knees, and proceeds to roll the paste._\n\nBLORE.[_Removing the tray._] It's only an 'orse--it's only an '", "question": "What is north of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "But\nafter to-morrow I'll retire from the Turf, if only to reclaim 'im.[_He goes out._\n\nTHE DEAN.[_Putting on his coat._] I don't contemplate my humane task with\nresignation.The stable is small, and if the animal is restive we\nshall be cramped for room.[_The rain is heard._] I shall get a chill\ntoo.[_Seeing SIR TRISTRAM'S coat and cap lying upon the settee._] I\nam sure Mardon will lend me this gladly.[_Putting on the coat, which\ncompletely envelops him._] The animal may recognize the garment, and\nreceive me with kindly feeling.[_Putting on the sealskin cap, which\nalmost conceals his face._] Ugh!why do I feel this dreadful sinking\nat the heart?[_Taking the basin and turning out the lamp._] Oh!if\nall followers of the veterinary science are as truly wretched as I am,\nwhat a noble band they must be![_The thunder rolls as he goes through the window curtains.SIR\nTRISTRAM then enters quietly, smoking, and carrying a lighted candle._\n\nSIR TRISTRAM.[_Blowing out the candle._] I shall\ndoze here till daybreak.I never thought there was so\nmuch thunder in these small country places.[_GEORGIANA, looking pale and agitated, and wearing a dressing-gown,\nenters quickly, carrying an umbrella and a lighted candle._\n\nGEORGIANA.I must satisfy myself--I\nmust--I must![_Going to the door._]\n\nSIR TRISTRAM.[_Shrieks with fright._] Ah![_Holding out her umbrella._] Stand where you are or I'll fire![_Recognizing SIR TRISTRAM._] Tris!Oh, Tris, I've been dreaming![_Falling helplessly against Sir\nTristram, who deposits her in a chair._] Oh!I shall be on my legs again in a minute.[_She opens her umbrella and hides herself behind it, sobbing\nviolently._\n\nSIR TRISTRAM.[_Standing over the umbrella in great concern._] My goodness!Shall I trot you up and down outside?[_Sobbing._] What are you fooling about here for?Why can't\nyou lie quietly in your cot?Into the stable to sit with Dandy.The thunder's awful in my room;\nwhen it gets tired it seems to sit down on my particular bit of roof.The garden is west of the bathroom.I did doze once, and then I had a frightful dream.I dreamt that Dandy\nhad sold himself to a circus, and that they were hooting him because\nhe had lost his tail.Don't, don't--be a man, George, be a man![_Shutting her umbrella._] I know I'm dreadfully effeminate.Ah, Tris--don't think me soft, old man.I'm a lonely, unlucky woman,\nand the tail end of this horse is all that's left me in the world to\nlove and to cling toThe garden is east of the hallway.", "question": "What is east of the hallway?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "I'm not such a mean cur as that!Swop halves and take his\nhead, George, my boy.I'm like a doating mother to my share of Dandy, and it's all\nthe dearer because it's an invalid.[_Turning towards the window, she following him, he\nsuddenly stops and looks at her, and seizes her hand._] George, I\nnever guessed that you were so tender-hearted.And you've robbed me to-night of an old friend--a pal.The hallway is east of the bedroom.I mean that I seem to have dropped the acquaintance of George Tidd,\nEsquire, forever.I have--but I've got an introduction to his twin-sister, Georgiana![_Snatching her hand away angrily._] Stay where you are; I'll nurse my\nhalf alone.[_She goes towards the window, then starts back._] Hush![_Pointing to the window._] There.[_Peeping through the curtains._] You're right.[_SIR TRISTRAM takes the candlestick and they go out leaving the room\nin darkness.The curtains at the window are pushed aside, and SALOME\nand SHEBA enter; both in their fancy dresses._\n\nSALOME.[_In a rage, lighting the candles on the mantelpiece._] Oh!If we only had a brother to avenge us!I shall try and borrow a brother to-morrow!Cold, wretched, splashed, in debt--for nothing!To think that we've had all the inconvenience of being wicked and\nrebellious and have only half done it!It serves us right--we've been trained for clergymen's wives.Gerald Tarver's nose is inclined to pink--may it deepen and deepen\ntill it frightens cows![_Voices are heard from the curtained window recess._\n\nDARBEY.[_Outside._] Miss Jedd--Sheba![_Outside._] Pray hear two wretched men![_In a whisper._] There they are.Shall we grant them a dignified interview?You curl your lip better than I--I'll dilate my nostrils.They are\nboth very badly and shabbily dressed as Cavaliers._\n\nTARVER.[_A most miserable object, carrying a carriage umbrella._] Oh, don't\nreproach us, Miss Jedd.It isn't our fault that the Military were\nsummoned to St.You don't blame officers and gentlemen for responding to the sacred\ncall of duty?The garden is west of the bedroom.We blame officers for subjecting two motherless girls to the shock of\nalighting at the Durnstone Athenaeum to find a notice on the front\ndoor: \"Ball knocked on the head--Vivat Regina.\"We blame gentlemen for inflicting upon us the unspeakable agony of\nbeing jeered at by boys.By digging under these, the Necrophori at the same\ntime uproot the gibbet, which eventually falls, dragged over by the\nweight of its burden.The stake is slanting; the Mole touches the ground, but\nat a point two inches from the base of the gibbet.The Burying-beetles\nbegin by digging to no purpose under the body.They make no", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "In this experiment they obtain the Mole at last by\nemploying the usual method, that is by gnawing the bond.THE BLUEBOTTLE LAYING HER EGGS IN THE SLIT OF A DEAD BIRD'S BEAK.THE LYCOSA LIFTING HER WHITE BAG OF EGGS TOWARDS THE SUN, TO ASSIST THE\nHATCHING.The Lycosa lying head downwards on the edge of her pit, holding in her\nhind-legs her white bag of eggs and lifting them towards the sun, to\nassist the hatching.THE BANDED EPEIRA INSCRIBING HER FLOURISH, AFTER FINISHING HER WEB.THE BANDED EPEIRA LETTING HERSELF DROP BY THE END OF HER THREAD.THE BANDED EPEIRA SWATHING HER CAPTURE.The web has given way in many places during the struggle.OSMIA-NESTS IN A BRAMBLE TWIG.OSMIA-NESTS INSIDE A REED.ARTIFICIAL HIVE INVENTED BY THE AUTHOR TO STUDY THE OSMIA'S LAYING.It consists of reed-stumps arranged Pan-pipe fashion.OLD NESTS USED BY THE OSMIA IN LAYING HER EGGS.Nest of the Mason-bee of the Shrubs.Osmia-grubs in empty shells of the Garden Snail.Nests of the Mason-bee of the Sheds.THE GLOW-WORM: a, male; b, female.THE CABBAGE CATERPILLAR: a, the caterpillars; b, the cocoons of their\nparasite, Microgaster glomeratus.This is what I wished for, hoc erat in votis: a bit of land, oh, not so\nvery large, but fenced in, to avoid the drawbacks of a public way; an\nabandoned, barren, sun-scorched bit of land, favoured by thistles and\nby Wasps and Bees.Here, without fear of being troubled by the\npassers-by, I could consult the Ammophila and the Sphex (two species of\nDigger-or Hunting-wasps.--Translator's Note.)The garden is west of the bedroom.and engage in that\ndifficult conversation whose questions and answers have experiment for\ntheir language; here, without distant expeditions that take up my time,\nwithout tiring rambles that strain my nerves, I could contrive my plans\nof attack, lay my ambushes and watch their effects at every hour of the\nday.Yes, this was my wish, my dream, always\ncherished, always vanishing into the mists of the future.The bathroom is east of the bedroom.And it is no easy matter to acquire a laboratory in the open fields,\nwhen harassed by a terrible anxiety about one's daily bread.For forty\nyears have I fought, with steadfast courage, against the paltry plagues\nof life; and the long-wished-for laboratory has come at last.What it\nhas cost me in perseverance and relentless work I will not try to say.It has come; and, with it--a", "question": "What is the bedroom west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "I say perhaps, for my leg is still hampered with a few links\nof the convict's chain.I\ngreatly fear that the peach is offered to me when I am beginning to\nhave no teeth wherewith to eat it.Yes, it is a little late: the wide\nhorizons of the outset have shrunk into a low and stifling canopy, more\nand more straitened day by day.Regretting nothing in the past, save\nthose whom I have lost; regretting nothing, not even my first youth;\nhoping nothing either, I have reached the point at which, worn out by\nthe experience of things, we ask ourselves if life be worth the living.Amid the ruins that surround me, one strip of wall remains standing,\nimmovable upon its solid base: my passion for scientific truth.my busy insects, to enable me to add yet a few seemly pages\nto your history?Why,\nindeed, did I forsake you so long?The garden is east of the bathroom.Ah, tell them, tell those friends,\nwho are yours as well as mine, tell them that it was not forgetfulness\non my part, not weariness, nor neglect: I thought of you; I was\nconvinced that the Cerceris' (A species of Digger-wasp.--Translator's\nNote.)cave had more fair secrets to reveal to us, that the chase of\nthe Sphex held fresh surprises in store.The bedroom is west of the bathroom.But time failed me; I was\nalone, deserted, struggling against misfortune.Before philosophizing,\none had to live.Tell them that, and they will pardon me.Others have reproached me with my style, which has not the solemnity,\nnay, better, the dryness of the schools.They fear lest a page that is\nread without fatigue should not always be the expression of the truth.Were I to take their word for it, we are profound only on condition of\nbeing obscure.Come here, one and all of you--you, the sting-bearers,\nand you, the wing-cased armour-clads--take up my defence and bear\nwitness in my favour.Tell of the intimate terms on which I live with\nyou, of the patience with which I observe you, of the care with which I\nrecord your actions.Your evidence is unanimous: yes, my pages, though\nthey bristle not with hollow formulas nor learned smatterings, are the\nexact narrative of facts observed, neither more nor less; and whoso\ncares to question you in his turn will obtain the same replies.And then, my dear insects, if you cannot convince those good people,\nbecause you do not carry the weight of tedium, I, in my turn, will say\nto them:\n\n\"You rip up the animal and I study it alive; you turn it into an object\nof horror and pity, whereas I cause it to be loved; you labour in a\ntorture-chamber and dissecting-room, I make my observations under the\nblue sky, to the song of the Cicadae (The Cicada Cigale, an insect akin\nto the Grasshopper and found more particularly in the south of\nFrance.--Translator's Note.);", "question": "What is east of the bathroom?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "And why should I not complete my\nthought: the boars have muddied the clear stream; natural history,\nyouth's glorious study, has, by dint of cellular improvements, become a\nhateful and repulsive thing.Well, if I write for men of learning, for\nphilosophers, who, one day, will try to some extent to unravel the\ntough problem of instinct, I write also, I write above all things, for\nthe young, I want to make them love the natural history which you make\nthem hate; and that is why, while keeping strictly to the domain of\ntruth, I avoid your scientific prose, which too often, alas, seems\nborrowed from some Iroquois idiom!\"But this is not my business for the moment: I want to speak of the bit\nof land long cherished in my plans to form a laboratory of living\nentomology, the bit of land which I have at last obtained in the\nsolitude of a little village.The garden is north of the office.\"No,\" said the magistrate, in a positive tone, \"I cannot for a moment\nadmit it.A tale in which a spirit or a demon is the principal actor!At that moment I made a discovery; I drew from the midst of a bush a\nstick, one end of which was stained with blood.From its position it\nseemed as if it had been thrown hastily away; there had certainly been\nno attempt at concealment.\"Here is the weapon,\" I cried, \"with which the deed was done!\"The magistrate took it immediately from my hand, and examined it.\"Here,\" I said, pointing downwards, \"is the direct line of flight\ntaken by the prisoner, and he must have flung the stick away in terror\nas he ran.\"\"It is an improvised weapon,\" said the magistrate, \"cut but lately\nfrom a tree, and fashioned so as to fit the hand and be used with\neffect.\"I, in my turn, then examined the weapon, and was struck by its\nresemblance to the branch I had myself cut the previous night during\nthe watch I kept upon the ruffians.I spoke of the resemblance, and\nsaid that it looked to me as if it were the self-same stick I had\nshaped with my knife.\"Do you remember,\" asked the magistrate, \"what you did with it after\nyour suspicions were allayed?\"\"No,\" I replied, \"I have not the slightest remembrance what I did with\nit.I could not have carried it home with me, or I should have seen it\nthis morning before I left my house.I have no doubt that, after my\nmind was at ease as to the intentions of the ruffians, I flung it\naside into the woods, having no further use for it.When the men set\nout to perpetrate the robbery they must have stumbled upon the branch,\nand, appreciating the pains I had bestowed upon it, took it with them.The garden is south of the kitchen.There appears to be no other solution to their possession of it.\"\"It is the only solution,\" said the magistrate.\"So that,\" I said with a sudden thrill of horror, \"I am indirectly\nresponsible for the direction of the tragedy, and should have been\nresponsible had", "question": "What is north of the office?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"We have all happily been spared,\nGabriel,\" he said.\"It is only the guilty who have suffered.\"We continued our search for some time, without meeting with any\nfurther evidence, and I spent the evening with Doctor Louis's family,\nand was deeply grateful that Providence had frustrated the villainous\nschemes of the wretches who had conspired against them.On this\nevening Lauretta and I seemed to be drawn closer to each other, and\nonce, when I held her hand in mine for a moment or two (it was done\nunconsciously), and her father's eyes were upon us, I was satisfied\nthat he did not deem it a breach of the obligation into which we had\nentered with respect to my love for his daughter.Indeed it was not\npossible that all manifestations of a love so profound and absorbing\nas mine should be successfully kept out of sight; it would have been\ncontrary to nature.I slept that night in Doctor Louis's house, and the next morning\nLauretta and Lauretta's mother said that they had experienced a\nfeeling of security because of my presence.At noon I was on my way to the magistrate's office.My purpose was to obtain, by the magistrate's permission, an interview\nwith the prisoner.His account of the man's sincere or pretended\nbelief in spirits and demons had deeply interested me, and I wished to\nhave some conversation with him respecting this particular adventure\nwhich had ended in murder.I obtained without difficulty the\npermission I sought.I asked if the prisoner had made any further\nadmissions or confession, and the magistrate answered no, and that the\nman persisted in a sullen adherence to the tale he had invented in his\nown defence.\"I saw him this morning,\" the magistrate said, \"and interrogated him\nwith severity, to no effect.He continues to declare himself to be\ninnocent, and reiterates his fable of the demon.\"\"Have you asked him,\" I inquired, \"to give you an account of all that\ntranspired within his knowledge from the moment he entered Nerac until\nthe moment he was arrested?\"\"No,\" said the magistrate, \"it did not occur to me to demand of him so\nclose a description of his movements; and I doubt whether I should\nhave been able to drag it from him.The truth he will not tell, and\nhis invention is not strong enough to go into minute details.He is\nconscious of this, conscious that I should trip him up again and again\non minor points which would be fatal to him, and his cunning nature\nwarns him not to thrust his head into the trap.He belongs to the\nlowest order of criminals.\"My idea was to obtain from the prisoner just such a circumstantial\naccount of his movements as I thought it likely the magistrate would\nhave extracted from him; and I felt that I had the power to succeed\nwhere the magistrate had failed.The bathroom is east of the office.I was taken into the man's cell, and left there without a word.He was\nstill bound; his brute face was even more brute and haggard than\nbefore, his hair was matted, his eyes had a look in them of mingled\nterror and ferocity.The garden is west of the office.He", "question": "What is the office west of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "But I had to repeat the question twice\nbefore he answered me.\"Why did you not reply to me at once?\"But to this question, although\nI repeated it also twice, he made no response.\"It is useless,\" I said sternly, \"to attempt evasion with me, or to\nthink that I will be content with silence.I have come here to obtain\na confession from you--a true confession, Pierre--and I will force it\nfrom you, if you do not give it willingly.\"I understand you,\" he said, keeping his face averted from me, \"but I\nwill not speak.\"\"Because you know all; because you are only playing with me; because\nyou have a design against me.\"His words astonished me, and made me more determined to carry out my\nintention.He had made it clear to me that there was something hidden\nin his mind, and I was resolved to get at it.\"What design can I have against you,\" I said, \"of which you need be\nafraid?The office is west of the kitchen.You are in sufficient peril already, and there is no hope for\nyou.Soon you\nwill be as dead as the man you murdered.\"\"I did not murder him,\" was the strange reply, \"and you know it.\"\"You are playing the same trick upon me that you\nplayed upon your judge.It was unsuccessful with him; it will be as\nunsuccessful with me.What further danger can threaten you\nthan the danger, the certain, positive danger, in which you now stand?Tomb of Galla Placidia, Ravenna.Chapel in Archiepiscopal Palace, Ravenna.]Among the earliest domical churches found in the East is that of St.It is also, perhaps, the finest example of its\nclass belonging strictly to that group which has been designated above\nas the Eastern Romanesque.As will be seen from the plan it is a circular apartment, 79 ft.The kitchen is west of the bedroom.in\ndiameter, surrounded by walls 20 ft.in thickness, into which are cut\nseven great niches; two apparently serving as entrances, opposite one of\nwhich is a bema or presbytery of considerable importance and purely\nChristian form.The dome is hemispherical, pierced at its base by eight\nsemi-circular lunettes, and externally covered and concealed by a wooden\nroof.This form of roof is first found in the West at Nocera dei Pagani\n(p.547), but the dome there is only half the diameter of this one, and\nof a very different form and construction.George\u2019s\nretains its internal decorations, which are among the earliest as well\nas the most interesting Christian mosaics in existence.[224] The\narchitecture presented in them bears about the same relation to that in\nthe Pompeiian frescoes which the Jacob\u00e6an does to classical\narchitecture, and, mixed with Christian symbols and representations of\nChristian saints, makes up a most interesting example of early Christian\ndecoration.(From\nTexier and Pullan.)]No inscriptions or historical indications exist from which the date of\nthe church can be fixed.We are safe, however, in asserting that it was\nerected by Christians,", "question": "What is west of the bedroom?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "The office is north of the kitchen.If we assume the year 400 as an approximate date we\nshall probably not err to any great extent, though the real date may be\nsomewhat later.Plan of Kalybe at Omm-es-Zeitoun (Syria).How early a true Byzantine form of arrangement may have been introduced\nwe have no means of knowing; but as early as the year 285\u2014according to\nDe Vog\u00fc\u00e9\u2014we have a Kalybe[225] at Omm-es-Zeitoun, which contains all the\nelements of the new style.It is square in plan, with a circular dome in\nits centre for a roof.The wing walls which extend the fa\u00e7ade are\ncurious, but not singular.One other example, at least, is found in the\nHauran, at Chaqqa, and there may be many more.View of Kalybe at Omm-es-Zeitoun.Still, in the Hauran they never seem quite to have fallen into the true\nByzantine system of construction, but preferred one less mechanically\ndifficult, even at the expense of crowding the floor with piers.In the\nchurch at Ezra, for instance, the internal octagon is reduced to a\nfigure of sixteen sides before it is attempted to put a dome upon it,\nand all thought of beauty of form, either internally or externally, is\nabandoned in order to obtain mechanical stability\u2014although the dome is\nonly 30 ft.As the date of this church is perfectly ascertained (510) it forms a\ncurious landmark in the style just anterior to the great efforts\nJustinian was about to make, and which forced it so suddenly into its\ngreatest, though a short-lived, degree of perfection.The bedroom is south of the kitchen.As before mentioned, all the churches of the capital which were erected\nbefore the age of Justinian, have perished, with the one exception of\nthat of St.This may in part be\nowing to the hurried manner in which they were constructed, and the\ngreat quantity of wood consequently employed, which might have risked\ntheir destruction anywhere.It is, however, a curious, but\narchitecturally an important, fact that Byzantium possessed every\nconceivable title to be chosen as the capital of the Empire, except the\npossession of a good building-stone, or even apparently any suitable\nmaterial for making good bricks.Wood seems in all times to have been\nthe material most readily obtained and most extensively used for\nbuilding purposes, and hence the continual recurrence of fires, from\nbefore the time of Justinian down to the present day.That monarch was\nthe first who fairly met the difficulty; the two churches erected during\nhis reign, which now exist, are constructed wholly without wood or\ncombustible materials of any sort\u2014and hence their preservation.The earliest of these two, popularly known as the \u201cKutchuk Agia Sophia,\u201d\nor lesser Sta.Sophia, was originally a double church, or more properly\nspeaking two churches placed side by side, precisely in the same manner\nas the two at Kalat Sema\u2019n (Woodcut No.The basilica was dedicated\nto the Apostles Peter and Paul; the domical church, appropriately, to", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "The former has entirely disappeared,\nfrom which I would infer that it was constructed with pillars and a\nwooden roof.[226] The latter remains very nearly intact.The frescoes\nand mosaics have, indeed, disappeared from the body of the church,\nhidden, it is to be hoped, under the mass of whitewash which covers its\nwalls\u2014in the narthex they can still be distinguished.The existing church is nearly square in plan, being 109 ft.by 92 over\nall, exclusive of the apse, and covering only about 10,000 sq.It\nhas consequently no pretensions to magnificence on the score of\ndimensions, but is singularly elegant in design and proportion.Internally, the arrangement of the piers of the dome, of the galleries,\nand of the pillars which support them, are almost identical with those\nof St.Vitale at Ravenna, but the proportions of the Eastern example are\nbetter, being 66 ft.in height by 52 in diameter, while the other, with\nthe same diameter, is nearly 20 ft.higher, and consequently too tall to\nbe pleasing.The office is west of the kitchen.'Parvenus do,' rejoined his companion; 'but not prophets, great\nlegislators, great conquerors.'But are these times for great legislators and great conquerors?''From the throne to\nthe hovel all call for a guide.You give monarchs constitutions to\nteach them sovereignty, and nations Sunday-schools to inspire them with\nfaith.''But what is an individual,' exclaimed Coningsby, 'against a vast public\nopinion?''God made man in His own image; but the\nPublic is made by Newspapers, Members of Parliament, Excise Officers,\nPoor Law Guardians.Would Philip have succeeded if Epaminondas had not\nbeen slain?Would Prussia have existed\nhad Frederick not been born?What\nwould have been the fate of the Stuarts if Prince Henry had not died,\nand Charles I., as was intended, had been Archbishop of Canterbury?''But when men are young they want experience,' said Coningsby; 'and when\nthey have gained experience, they want energy.''Great men never want experience,' said the stranger.'But everybody says that experience--'\n\n'Is the best thing in the world, a treasure for you, for me, for\nmillions.But for a creative mind, less than nothing.Almost everything\nthat is great has been done by youth.''It is at least a creed flattering to our years,' said Coningsby, with a\nsmile.'Nay,' said the stranger; 'for life in general there is but one decree.Youth is a blunder; Manhood a struggle; Old Age a regret.Do not\nsuppose,' he added, smiling, 'that I hold that youth is genius; all that\nI say is, that genius, when young, is divine.Why, the greatest captains\nof ancient and modern times both conquered Italy at five-and-twenty!The hallway is east of the kitchen.Youth, extreme youth, overthrew the Persian Empire.Don John of Austria\nwon Lepanto at twenty-five, the greatest battle of modern time; had it\nnot been for", "question": "What is west of the kitchen?", "target": "office"}, {"input": "Gaston de Foix was only twenty-two when he stood\na victor on the plain of Ravenna.Every one remembers Conde and Rocroy\nat the same age.The office is east of the bedroom.Gustavus Adolphus died at thirty-eight.Look at his\ncaptains: that wonderful Duke of Weimar, only thirty-six when he died.Banier himself, after all his miracles, died at forty-five.Cortes was\nlittle more than thirty when he gazed upon the golden cupolas of Mexico.When Maurice of Saxony died at thirty-two, all Europe acknowledged the\nloss of the greatest captain and the profoundest statesman of the age.Then there is Nelson, Clive; but these are warriors, and perhaps you may\nthink there are greater things than war.I do not: I worship the Lord\nof Hosts.But take the most illustrious achievements of civil prudence.Innocent III., the greatest of the Popes, was the despot of Christendom\nat thirty-seven.John de Medici was a Cardinal at fifteen, and according\nto Guicciardini, baffled with his statecraft Ferdinand of Arragon\nhimself.He was Pope as Leo X. at thirty-seven.Luther robbed even him\nof his richest province at thirty-five.Take Ignatius Loyola and John\nWesley, they worked with young brains.Ignatius was only thirty when he\nmade his pilgrimage and wrote the \"Spiritual Exercises.\"Pascal wrote\na great work at sixteen, and died at thirty-seven, the greatest of\nFrenchmen.that fatal thirty-seven, which reminds me of Byron, greater even as\na man than a writer.Was it experience that guided the pencil of Raphael\nwhen he painted the palaces of Rome?He, too, died at thirty-seven.Richelieu was Secretary of State at thirty-one.Well then, there were\nBolingbroke and Pitt, both ministers before other men left off cricket.Grotius was in great practice at seventeen, and Attorney-General at\ntwenty-four.And Acquaviva; Acquaviva was General of the Jesuits,\nruled every cabinet in Europe, and colonised America before he was\nthirty-seven.exclaimed the stranger; rising from his\nchair and walking up and down the room; 'the secret sway of Europe!The\nhistory of Heroes is the history of Youth.'said Coningsby, 'I should like to be a great man.'The stranger threw at him a scrutinising glance.The hallway is east of the office.He said in a voice of almost solemn melody:\n\n'Nurture your mind with great thoughts.To believe in the heroic makes\nheroes.''You seem to me a hero,' said Coningsby, in a tone of real feeling,\nwhich, half ashamed of his emotion, he tried to turn into playfulness.'I am and must ever be,' said the stranger, 'but a dreamer of dreams.'Then going towards the window, and changing into a familiar tone as if\nto divert the conversation, he added, 'What a delicious afternoon!I\nlook forward to my ride with delight.'No; I go on to Nottingham, where I shall sleep", "question": "What is east of the office?", "target": "hallway"}, {"input": "And he rang the bell, and ordered his\nhorse.'I long to see your mare again,' said Coningsby.'She seemed to me so\nbeautiful.''She is not only of pure race,' said the stranger, 'but of the highest\nand rarest breed in Arabia.Her name is \"the Daughter of the Star.\"She is a foal of that famous mare, which belonged to the Prince of the\nWahabees; and to possess which, I believe, was one of the principal\ncauses of war between that tribe and the Egyptians.The Pacha of Egypt\ngave her to me, and I would not change her for her statue in pure gold,\neven carved by Lysippus.It was a soft sunny afternoon; the air fresh\nfrom the rain, but mild and exhilarating.'The Daughter of the Star' stood\nbefore Coningsby with her sinewy shape of matchless symmetry; her\nburnished skin, black mane, legs like those of an antelope, her little\nears, dark speaking eye, and tail worthy of a Pacha.And who was her\nmaster, and whither was she about to take him?Coningsby was so naturally well-bred, that we may be sure it was not\ncuriosity; no, it was a finer feeling that made him hesitate and think a\nlittle, and then say:\n\n'I am sorry to part.''I hope we may meet again,' said Coningsby.'If our acquaintance be worth preserving,' said the stranger, 'you may\nbe sure it will not be lost.'The garden is east of the hallway.The hallway is east of the bathroom.'But mine is not worth preserving,' said Coningsby, earnestly.'It is\nyours that is the treasure.You teach me things of which I have long\nmused.'The stranger took the bridle of 'the Daughter of the Star,' and turning\nround with a faint smile, extended his hand to his companion.So, therefore, finally, neither architecture nor any other human\nwork is admissible as an ornament, except in subordination to figure\nsubject.And this law is grossly and painfully violated by those curious\nexamples of Gothic, both early and late, in the north, (but late, I\nthink, exclusively, in Italy,) in which the minor features of the\narchitecture were composed of _small models_ of the larger: examples\nwhich led the way to a series of abuses materially affecting the life,\nstrength, and nobleness of the Northern Gothic,--abuses which no\nNinevite, nor Egyptian, nor Greek, nor Byzantine, nor Italian of the\nearlier ages would have endured for an instant, and which strike me with\nrenewed surprise whenever I pass beneath a portal of thirteenth century\nNorthern Gothic, associated as they are with manifestations of exquisite\nfeeling and power in other directions.The porches of Bourges, Amiens,\nNotre Dame of Paris, and Notre Dame of Dijon, may be noted as\nconspicuous in error: small models of feudal towers with diminutive\nwindows and battlements, of cathedral spires with scaly pinnacles, mixed\nwith temple pediments and nondescript edifices of every kind,", "question": "What is the hallway west of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The bedroom is south of the office.Italian Gothic is almost entirely free from the\ntaint of this barbarism until the Renaissance period, when it becomes\nrampant in the cathedral of Como and Certosa of Pavia; and at Venice we\nfind the Renaissance churches decorated with models of fortifications\nlike those in the Repository at Woolwich, or inlaid with mock arcades in\npseudo-perspective, copied from gardeners' paintings at the ends of\nconservatories.I conclude, then, with the reader's leave, that all ornament\nis base which takes for its subject human work, that it is utterly\nbase,--painful to every rightly-toned mind, without perhaps immediate\nsense of the reason, but for a reason palpable enough when we _do_ think\nof it.For to carve our own work, and set it up for admiration, is a\nmiserable self-complacency, a contentment in our own wretched doings,\nwhen we might have been looking at God's doings.And all noble ornament\nis the exact reverse of this.It is the expression of man's delight in\nGod's work.For observe, the function of ornament is to make you happy.Not in thinking of what you have done\nyourself; not in your own pride, not your own birth; not in your own\nbeing, or your own will, but in looking at God; watching what He does,\nwhat He is; and obeying His law, and yielding yourself to His will.You are to be made happy by ornaments; therefore they must be the\nexpression of all this.Not copies of your own handiwork; not boastings\nof your own grandeur; not heraldries; not king's arms, nor any\ncreature's arms, but God's arm, seen in His work.Not manifestation of\nyour delight in your own laws, or your own liberties, or your own\ninventions; but in divine laws, constant, daily, common laws;--not\nComposite laws, nor Doric laws, nor laws of the five orders, but of the\nTen Commandments.Then the proper material of ornament will be whatever God has\ncreated; and its proper treatment, that which seems in accordance with\nor symbolical of His laws.And, for material, we shall therefore have,\nfirst, the abstract lines which are most frequent in nature; and then,\nfrom lower to higher, the whole range of systematised inorganic and\norganic forms.We shall rapidly glance in order at their kinds; and,\nhowever absurd the elemental division of inorganic matter by the\nancients may seem to the modern chemist, it is one so grand and simple\nfor arrangements of external appearances, that I shall here follow it;\nnoticing first, after abstract lines, the imitable forms of the four\nelements, of Earth, Water, Fire, and Air, and then those of animal\norganisms.The bathroom is south of the bedroom.It may be convenient to the reader to have the order stated\nin a clear succession at first, thus:--\n\n   1.Forms of Fire (Flames and Rays).It may be objected that clouds are a form of moisture, not of air.They\nare, however, a perfect expression", "question": "What is the bedroom north of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "And I have put\nvegetation apparently somewhat out of its place, owing to its vast\nimportance as a means of decoration, and its constant association with\nbirds and men.I have not with lines named also shades\nand colors, for this evident reason, that there are no such things as\nabstract shadows, irrespective of the forms which exhibit them, and\ndistinguished in their own nature from each other; and that the\narrangement of shadows, in greater or less quantity, or in certain\nharmonical successions, is an affair of treatment, not of selection.And\nwhen we use abstract colors, we are in fact using a part of nature\nherself,--using a quality of her light, correspondent with that of the\nair, to carry sound; and the arrangement of color in harmonious masses\nis again a matter of treatment, not selection.Yet even in this separate\nart of coloring, as referred to architecture, it is very notable that\nthe best tints are always those of natural stones.These can hardly be\nwrong; I think I never yet saw an offensive introduction of the natural\ncolors of marble and precious stones, unless in small mosaics, and in\none or two glaring instances of the resolute determination to produce\nsomething ugly at any cost.On the other hand, I have most assuredly\nnever yet seen a painted building, ancient or modern, which seemed to me\nquite right.Our first constituents of ornament will therefore be abstract\nlines, that is to say, the most frequent contours of natural objects,\ntransferred to architectural forms when it is not right or possible to\nrender such forms distinctly imitative.If the fort is not built\non a rock, he undertakes to throw it down, and mentions that he has\nnew contrivances for bombarding machines, ordnance, and mortars, some\nadapted to throw hail shot, fire, and smoke, among the enemy; and\nfor all other machines proper for a siege, and for war, either by\nsea or land, according to circumstances.The hallway is west of the bathroom.In peace also, he says he\ncan be useful in what concerns the erection of buildings, conducting\nof water-courses, sculpture in bronze or marble, and painting; and\nremarks, that at the same time that he may be pursuing any of the above\nobjects, the equestrian statue to the memory of the Duke's father, and\nhis illustrious family, may still be going on.If any one doubts the\npossibility of what he proposes, he offers to prove it by experiment,\nand ocular demonstration.The bathroom is west of the kitchen.From this memorial it seems clear, that the casting of the bronze\nstatue was his principal object; painting is only mentioned\nincidentally, and no notice is taken of the direction or management of\nthe academy for painting, sculpture, and architecture; it is probable,\ntherefore, that at this time there was no such intention, though it is\ncertainly true, that he was afterwards placed at the head of it, and\nthat he banished from it the barbarous style of architecture which till\nthen had prevailed in it, and introduced in its stead a more pure and\nclassical taste.Whatever was the fact with respect to the academy, it\nis however", "question": "What is the kitchen east of?", "target": "bathroom"}, {"input": "Some time after Leonardo's arrival at Milan, a design had been\nentertained of cutting a canal from Martesana to Milan, for the purpose\nof opening a communication by water between these two places, and, as\nit is said, of supplying the last with water.It had been first thought\nof so early as 1457[i29]; but from the difficulties to be expected in\nits execution, it seems to have been laid aside, or at least to have\nproceeded slowly, till Leonardo's arrival.The kitchen is north of the office.His offers of service as\nengineer in the above memorial, probably induced Lodovic Sforza, the\nthen Duke, to resume the intention with vigour, and accordingly we\nfind the plan was determined on, and the execution of it intrusted to\nLeonardo.The object was noble, but the difficulties to be encountered\nwere sufficient to have discouraged any mind but Leonardo's; for the\ndistance was no less than two hundred miles; and before it could be\ncompleted, hills were to be levelled, and vallies filled up, to render\nthem navigable with security[i30].In order to enable him to surmount the obstacles with which he\nforesaw he should have to contend, he retired to the house of his\nfriend Signior Melzi, at Vaverola, not far distant from Milan, and\nthere applied himself sedulously for some years, as it is said, but\nat intervals only we must suppose, and according as his undertaking\nproceeded, to the study of philosophy, mathematics, and every branch\nof science that could at all further his design; still continuing\nthe method he had before adopted, of entering down in writing\npromiscuously, whatever he wished to implant in his memory: and at\nthis place, in this and his subsequent visits from time to time, he is\nsupposed to have made the greater part of the collections he has left\nbehind him[i31], of the contents of which we shall hereafter speak more\nat large.Although engaged in the conduct of so vast an undertaking, and in\nstudies so extensive, the mind of Leonardo does not appear to have\nbeen so wholly occupied or absorbed in them as to incapacitate him\nfrom attending at the same time to other objects also; and the Duke\ntherefore being desirous of ornamenting Milan with some specimens of\nhis skill as a painter, employed him to paint in the refectory of the\nDominican convent of Santa Maria delle Gratie, in that city, a picture,\nthe subject of which was to be the Last Supper.Of this picture it\nis related, that Leonardo was so impressed with the dignity of the\nsubject, and so anxious to answer the high ideas he had formed of it in\nhis own mind, that his progress was very slow, and that he spent much\ntime in meditation and thought, during which the work was apparently\nat a stand.The Prior of the convent, thinking it therefore neglected,\ncomplained to the Duke; but Leonardo assuring the Duke that not less\nthan two hours were every day bestowed on it, he was satisfied.The kitchen is south of the garden.Nevertheless the Prior, after a short time, finding the work very\nlittle advanced, once more applied to the Duke,", "question": "What is the office south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "What Leonardo had scorned to urge to the Prior in\nhis defence, he now thought fit to plead in his excuse to the Duke, to\nconvince him that a painter did not labour solely with his hands, but\nthat his mind might be deeply studying his subject, when his hands were\nunemployed, and he in appearance perfectly idle.In proof of this, he\ntold the Duke that nothing remained to the completion of the picture\nbut the heads of our Saviour and Judas; that as to the former, he had\nnot yet been able to find a fit model to express its divinity, and\nfound his invention inadequate of itself to represent it: that with\nrespect to that of Judas, he had been in vain for two years searching\namong the most abandoned and profligate of the species for an head\nwhich would convey an idea of his character; but that this difficulty\nwas now at length removed, since he had nothing to do but to introduce\nthe head of the Prior, whose ingratitude for the pains he was taking,\nrendered him a fit archetype of the perfidy and ingratitude he wished\nto express.Some persons have said[i32], that the head of Judas in the\npicture was actually copied from that of the Prior; but Mariette denies\nit, and says this reply was merely intended as a threat[i33].A difference of opinion has also prevailed concerning the head\nof our Saviour in this picture; for some have conceived it left\nintentionally unfinished[i34], while others think there is a gradation\nof resemblance, which increasing in beauty in St.The kitchen is south of the office.John and our Saviour,\nshews in the dignified countenance of the latter a spark of his divine\nmajesty.In the countenance of the Redeemer, say these last, and in\nthat of Judas, is excellently expressed the extreme idea of God made\nman, and of the most perfidious of mortals.This is also pursued in the\ncharacters nearest to each of them[i35].Little judgment can now be formed of the original beauty of this\npicture, which has been, and apparently with very good reason, highly\ncommended.\"You mean when I'm tired of answering your nonsense!\"CHAPTER IX\n\nRealising that she was rapidly losing ground by exercising her advantage\nover Alfred in the matter of quick retort, Zoie, with her customary\ncunning, veered round to a more conciliatory tone.\"Well,\" she cooed,\n\"suppose I DID eat lunch with a man?\"shrieked Alfred, as though he had at last run his victim to earth.\"I only said suppose,\" she\nreminded him quickly.Then she continued in a tone meant to draw from\nhim his heart's most secret confidence.\"Didn't you ever eat lunch with\nany woman but me?\"There was an unmistakable expression of pleasure on Zoie's small face,\nbut she forced back the smile that was trying to creep round her lips,\nand sidled toward Alfred, with eyes properly downcast.\"Then I'm very\nsorry I did it,\" she said solemnly, \"and I'll never do it again.\"The kitchen is north of the bedroom.\"Just to please you,", "question": "What is the bedroom south of?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"Do you suppose it pleases me to know\nthat you are carrying on the moment my back is turned, making a fool of\nme to my friends?\"This time it was her turn to be\nangry.It's your FRIENDS that are worrying you!\"In her excitement\nshe tossed Alfred's now damaged hat into the chair just behind her.He\nwas far too overwrought to see it.\"_I_ haven't done you any harm,\" she\ncontinued wildly.\"It's only what you think your friends think.\"repeated Alfred, in her same tragic key,\n\"Oh no!You've only cheated me out of everything I expected to\nget out of life!Zoie came to a full stop and waited for him to enumerate the various\ntreasures that he had lost by marrying her.\"Before we were married,\" he continued, \"you pretended to adore\nchildren.You started your humbugging the first day I met you.Alfred continued:\n\n\"I was fool enough to let you know that I admire women who like\nchildren.From that day until the hour that I led you to the altar,\nyou'd fondle the ugliest little brats that we met in the street, but the\nmoment you GOT me----\"\n\n\"Alfred!\"The bedroom is east of the hallway.shouted Alfred, pounding the table with his fist for\nemphasis.\"The moment you GOT me, you declared that all children were\nhorrid little insects, and that someone ought to sprinkle bug-powder on\nthem.\"protested Zoie, shocked less by Alfred's interpretation of her\nsentiments, than by the vulgarity with which he expressed them.\"On another occasion,\" declared Alfred, now carried away by the recital\nof his long pent up wrongs, \"you told me that all babies should be put\nin cages, shipped West, and kept in pens until they got to be of an\ninteresting age.The kitchen is west of the hallway.he repeated with a sneer, \"meaning\nold enough to take YOU out to luncheon, I suppose.\"\"I never said any such thing,\" objected Zoie.\"Well, that was the idea,\" insisted Alfred.\"I haven't your glib way of\nexpressing myself.\"\"You manage to express yourself very well,\" retorted Zoie.\"When\nyou have anything DISAGREEABLE to say.As for babies,\" she continued\ntentatively, \"I think they are all very well in their PLACE, but they\nwere NEVER meant for an APARTMENT.\"\"I offered you a house in the country,\" shouted Alfred.\"How could I live in the country, with\npeople being murdered in their beds every night?\"Always an excuse,\" sighed Alfred resignedly.\"There always HAS been\nand there always would be if I'd stay to listen.Well, for once,\" he\ndeclared, \"I'm glad that we have no children.If we had, I might feel\nsome obligation to keep up this farce of a marriage.As it is,\" he\ncontinued, \"YOU are free and _I_ am free.\"And with a courtly wave of\nhis arm, he dismissed Zoie and the entire subject, and again he started\nin pursuit of Mary and his hat", "question": "What is west of the hallway?", "target": "kitchen"}, {"input": "\"If it's your freedom you wish,\" pouted Zoie with an abused air, \"you\nmight have said so in the first place.\"Alfred stopped in sheer amazement at the cleverness with which the\nlittle minx turned his every statement against him.\"It's not very manly of you,\" she continued, \"to abuse me just because\nyou've found someone whom you like better.\"\"That's not true,\" protested Alfred hotly, \"and you know it's not true.\"Little did he suspect the trap into which she was leading him.\"Then you DON'T love anybody more than you do me?\"she cried eagerly,\nand she gazed up at him with adoring eyes.\"I didn't say any such thing,\" hedged Alfred.The garden is north of the kitchen.\"I DON'T,\" he declared in self defence.With a cry of joy, she sprang into his arms, clasped her fingers tightly\nbehind his neck, and rained impulsive kisses upon his unsuspecting face.For an instant, Alfred looked down at Zoie, undecided whether to\nstrangle her or to return her embraces.As usual, his self-respect won\nthe day for him and, with a determined effort, he lifted her high in the\nair, so that she lost her tenacious hold of him, and sat her down with\na thud in the very same chair in which she had lately dropped his hat.Having acted with this admirable resolution, he strode majestically\ntoward the inner hall, but before he could reach it, Zoie was again\non her feet, in a last vain effort to conciliate him.Turning, Alfred\ncaught sight of his poor battered hat.Snatching it up with one hand, and throwing his latchkey on the\ntable with the other, he made determinedly for the outer door.Screaming hysterically, Zoie caught him just as he reached the threshold\nand threw the whole weight of her body upon him.\"Alfred,\" she pleaded, \"if you REALLY love me, you CAN'T leave me like\nthis!\"He looked down at her gravely--then\ninto the future.\"There are other things more important than what YOU call 'love,'\" he\nsaid, very solemnly.The kitchen is north of the bedroom.\"There is such a thing as a soul, if you only knew it.And you have hurt\nmine through and through.\"asked the small person, and there was a frown of\ngenuine perplexity on her tiny puckered brow.\"What have I REALLY DONE,\"\nShe stroked his hand fondly; her baby eyes searched his face.\"It isn't so much what people DO to us that counts,\" answered Alfred in\na proud hurt voice.\"It's how much they DISAPPOINT us in what they do.I\nexpected better of YOU,\" he said sadly.\"I'll DO better,\" coaxed Zoie, \"if you'll only give me a chance.\"Sam picked hisself up arter a time and went\noutside to talk to Ginger about it, and then Bill put 'is arm round\nPeter's neck and began to cry a bit and say 'e was the only pal he'd got\nleft in the world.It was very awkward for Peter, and more awkward still", "question": "What is north of the kitchen?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "The garden is north of the hallway.\"Go on,\" he ses, \"out with 'im.\"\"He's all right,\" ses Peter, trembling; \"we's the truest-'arted gentleman\nin London.Bill said he was, and 'e asked the barman to go and hide 'is face because\nit reminded 'im of a little dog 'e had 'ad once wot 'ad died.\"You get outside afore you're hurt,\" ses the bar-man.Bill punched at 'im over the bar, and not being able to reach 'im threw\nPeter's pot o' beer at 'im.There was a fearful to-do then, and the\nlandlord jumped over the bar and stood in the doorway, whistling for the\npolice.Bill struck out right and left, and the men in the bar went down\nlike skittles, Peter among them.Then they got outside, and Bill, arter\ngiving the landlord a thump in the back wot nearly made him swallow the\nwhistle, jumped into a cab and pulled Peter Russet in arter 'im.[Illustration: \"Bill jumped into a cab and pulled Peter Russet in arter\n'im.\"]\"I'll talk to you by-and-by,\" he ses, as the cab drove off at a gallop;\n\"there ain't room in this cab.You wait, my lad, that's all.You just\nwait till we get out, and I'll knock you silly.\"\"Don't you talk to me,\" roars Bill.\"If I choose to knock you about\nthat's my business, ain't it?He wouldn't let Peter say another word, but coming to a quiet place near\nthe docks he stopped the cab and pulling 'im out gave 'im such a dressing\ndown that Peter thought 'is last hour 'ad arrived.He let 'im go at\nlast, and after first making him pay the cab-man took 'im along till they\ncame to a public-'ouse and made 'im pay for drinks.They stayed there till nearly eleven o'clock, and then Bill set off home\n'olding the unfortunit Peter by the scruff o' the neck, and wondering out\nloud whether 'e ought to pay 'im a bit more or not.The hallway is north of the bathroom.Afore 'e could make\nup 'is mind, however, he turned sleepy, and, throwing 'imself down on the\nbed which was meant for the two of 'em, fell into a peaceful sleep.Sam and Ginger Dick came in a little while arterward, both badly marked\nwhere Bill 'ad hit them, and sat talking to Peter in whispers as to wot\nwas to be done.Ginger, who 'ad plenty of pluck, was for them all to set\non to 'im, but Sam wouldn't 'ear of it, and as for Peter he was so sore\nhe could 'ardly move.They all turned in to the other bed at last, 'arf afraid to move for fear\nof disturbing Bill, and when they woke up in the morning and see 'im\nsitting up in 'is bed they lay as still as mice.\"Why, Ginger, old chap,\" ses Bill, with a 'earty smile, \"w", "question": "What is the hallway south of?", "target": "garden"}, {"input": "\"We was a bit cold,\" ses Ginger.We 'ad a bit of a spree last\nnight, old man, didn't we?My throat's as dry as a cinder.\"\"It ain't my idea of a spree,\" ses Ginger, sitting up and looking at 'im.ses Bill, starting back, \"wotever 'ave you been\na-doing to your face?Have you been tumbling off of a 'bus?\"Ginger couldn't answer; and Sam Small and Peter sat up in bed alongside\nof 'im, and Bill, getting as far back on 'is bed as he could, sat staring\nat their pore faces as if 'e was having a 'orrible dream.\"And there's Sam,\" he ses.\"Where ever did you get that mouth, Sam?\"\"Same place as Ginger got 'is eye and pore Peter got 'is face,\" ses Sam,\ngrinding his teeth.\"You don't mean to tell me,\" ses Bill, in a sad voice--\"you don't mean to\ntell me that I did it?\"\"You know well enough,\" ses Ginger.Bill looked at 'em, and 'is face got as long as a yard measure.\"I'd 'oped I'd growed out of it, mates,\" he ses, at last, \"but drink\nalways takes me like that.\"You surprise me,\" ses Ginger, sarcastic-like.\"Don't talk like that,\nGinger,\" ses Bill, 'arf crying.\"It ain't my fault; it's my weakness.\"I don't know,\" ses Ginger, \"but you won't get the chance of doing it\nagin, I'll tell you that much.\"\"I daresay I shall be better to-night, Ginger,\" ses Bill, very humble;\n\"it don't always take me that way.The garden is south of the kitchen.\"Well, we don't want you with us any more,\" ses old Sam, 'olding his 'ead\nvery high.\"You'll 'ave to go and get your beer by yourself, Bill,\" ses Peter\nRusset, feeling 'is bruises with the tips of 'is fingers.\"But then I should be worse,\" ses Bill.\"I want cheerful company when\nI'm like that.I should very likely come 'ome and 'arf kill you all in\nyour beds.You don't 'arf know what I'm like.Last night was nothing,\nelse I should 'ave remembered it.\"'Ow do you think company's going to be\ncheerful when you're carrying on like that, Bill?Why don't you go away\nand leave us alone?\"\"Because I've got a 'art,\" ses Bill.\"I can't chuck up pals in that\nfree-and-easy way.Once I take a liking to anybody I'd do anything for\n'em, and I've never met three chaps I like better than wot I do you.Three nicer, straight-forrad, free-'anded mates I've never met afore.\"\"Why not take the pledge agin, Bill?\"\"No, mate,\" ses Bill, with a kind smile; \"it's just a weakness, and I\nmustThe kitchen is south of the office.", "question": "What is south of the office?", "target": "kitchen"}]