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Produced by Roger Frank and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetIllustration We gathered wood and made a fireTHE PRAIRIE CHILDBy ARTHUR STRINGERAuthor ofAre All Men Alike and the Lost Titian The Prairie MotherThe Prairie Wife The Wine of Life The Door of DreadThe Man Who Couldnt Sleep etcIllustrationWith Frontispiece byE F WARDA L BURT COMPANYPublishers New YorkPublished by arrangement with The BobbsMerrill CompanyPrinted in U S ACopyright 1922The Pictorial Review CompanyCopyright 1922The BobbsMerrill CompanyPrinted in the United States of AmericaTHE PRAIRIE CHILD_Friday the Eighth of March_But the thing I cant understand DinkyDunk is how you ever_could_Could what my husband asked in an aerated tone of voiceI had to gulp before I got it outCould kiss a woman like that I managed to explainDuncan Argyll McKail looked at me with a much cooler eye than I hadexpected If he saw my shudder he paid no attention to itOn much the same principle he quietly announced that the Chineseeat birds nestsJust what do you mean by that I demanded resenting the fact thathe could stand as silent as a December beehive before my moroselyquestioning eyesI mean that being married youve run away with the idea that allbirds nests are made out of mud and straw with possibly a garnishof horse hairs But if youd really examine these edible nests youdfind they were made of surprisingly appealing and succulent tendrilsTheyre quite appetizing you may be sure or theyd never be eatenI stood turning this over exactly as Ive seen my Dinkie turn over anunexpectedly rancid nutArent you under the circumstances being rather stupidly clever Ifinally askedWhen I suppose youd rather see me cleverly stupid he found theheart to suggestBut that woman to me always looked like a frog I protested doingmy best to duplicate his pose of impersonalityWell she doesnt make love like a frog he retorted with his firstbetraying touch of anger I turned to the window to the end that myElizaCrossingtheIce look wouldnt be entirely at his mercy Abelated March blizzard was slapping at the panes and cuffing thehousecorners At the end of a long winter I knew tempers were aptto be short But this was much more than a matter of barometers Theman Id wanted to live with like a second Suzanne de Sirmont inDaudets _Happiness_ had not only cut me to the quick but was rubbingsalt in the wound He had said what he did with deliberate intent tohurt me for it was only too obvious that he was tired of being on thedefensive And it did hurt It couldnt help hurting For the manafter all was my husband He was the husband to whom Id given up thebest part of my life the twolegged basket into which Id packed allmy eggs of allegiance And now he was scrambling that preciouscollection for a cheap omelette of amorous adventure He was myhusband I kept reminding myself But that didnt cover the entirecase No husband whose heart is right stands holding another womansshoulder and tries to read her shoenumbers through her ardentlyupturned eyes It shows the wind is not blowing right in the homecircle It shows a rent in the dyke a flaw in the blade a breach inthe fortresswall of faith For marriage to the wife who is a motheras well impresses me as rather like the spliced arrow of theEsquimos it is cemented together with blood It is a solemn matterAnd for the sake of _mutterschutz_ if for nothing else it must bekept that wayThere was a time I suppose when the thought of such a thing wouldhave taken my breath away would have chilled me to the bone But Idbeen through my refining fires in that respect and you cant burnthe prairie over twice in the same season I tried to tell myself itwas the setting and not the essential fact that seemed so odious Idid my best to believe it wasnt so much that Duncan Argyll McKail hadstooped to make advances to this bandylegged sheteacher whom Id socharitably housed at Casa Grande since the beginning of the yearforId long since learned not to swallow the antique claim that of allterrestrial _carnivora_ only man and the lion are trulymonogamousbut more the fact it had been made such a backstairsaffair with no solitary redeeming touch of dignityDinkyDunk I suppose would have laughed it away if I hadnt walkedin on them with their arms about each other and the bandylegged onebreathing her capitulating sighs into his ear But there wasdesperation in the eyes of Miss Alsina Teeswater and it was plain tosee that if my husband had been merely playing with fire it had becomea much more serious matter with the lady in the case There was infact something almost dignifying in that strickenly defiant face ofhers I was almost sorry for her when she turned and walkedwhitelipped out of the room What I resented most as I stood facingmy husband was his paraded casualness his refusal to take a tragicsituation tragically His attitude seemed to imply that we were aboutto have a difference over a small thingover a small thing with browneyes He could even stand inspecting me with a mildly amused glanceand I might have forgiven his mildness I suppose if it had beenwithout amusement and that amusement in some way at my expense Heeven managed to laugh as I stood there staring at him It was neitheran honest nor a natural laugh It merely gave me the feeling that hewas trying to entrench himself behind a raw mound of mirth that anyshelter was welcome until the barrage was liftedAnd what do you intend doing about it I asked more quietly than Ihad imagined possibleWhat would you suggest he parried as he began to feel in hispockets for his pipeAnd I still had a sense as I saw the barricaded look come into hisface of entrenchments being frantically thrown up I continued tostare at him as he found his pipe and proceeded to fill it I evenwrung a ghostly satisfaction out

Produced by Daniel FromontTranscribers note Susan Warner 18191885 Anna Warner18241915 _Say and seal_ 1860 Tauchnitz edition 1860 volume 2COLLECTIONOFBRITISH AUTHORSVOL CCCXCIXSAY AND SEALIN TWO VOLUMESVOL IISAY AND SEALBYTHE AUTHOR OF WIDE WIDE WORLDANDTHE AUTHOR OF DOLLARS AND CENTSCOPYRIGHT EDITIONIN TWO VOLUMESVOL IILEIPZIGBERNHARD TAUCHNITZ1860SAY AND SEALVOL IICHAPTER ISo came the holiday week wherein was to be done so much less thanusualand so much more Mr Lindens work indeed was like to doubleon all hands for he was threatened with more teadrinkings dinnerssuppers and frolics than the week would hold How should he manage togive everybody a piece of him and likewise present himself entire tothe assembled boys when ever they chose to assemblewhich promised tobe pretty often How should he go skating sliding and sleighridingat all hours of the day and night and yet spend all those hours wherehe wanted to spend them It was a grave question and not easy as heremarked to Faith to hold so many feelings in his hands and hurt noneof them So with the question yet undecided Christmas day cameIt was a brilliant dayall white and blue the sky like a sapphirethe earth like a pearl the sunbeams burnished gold Ha ye but seen the light fall of the snow Before the soil hath smutched itSuch was Pattaquasset Christmas morning And the bright lily Before rude hands have touched itthat was Faith Derrick when she came down stairs The dainty littlecrimson silk hood which Mrs Derrick had quilted for her was in herhand brought down for display but at present the sittingroom wasempty and Faith passed on to her workbasket to put the hood in safekeeping She found a preoccupied basket At some unknown hour of thenight Santa Claus had come and left upon it his mark in the shape of apackage a rather large and rather thin package but done up with thatinfallible brown paper and small cord which everybody knows byinstinct Who ever looked twice at a parcel from _that_ wagon anddoubted whence it cameFaiths cheeks took an additional tinge quite as brilliant as if thecrimson hood had been on What doubtful fingers lifted the package fromthe basketThe thingwhatever it washad been done up carefully Beneath thebrown paper a white one revealed itself beneath that a red leatherportfoliomade in the pretty oldfashioned style and securing itscontents by means of its red leather tongue But when Faith hadwithdrawn this and with the caution always exercised on such occasionshad also drawn out the contents she found the prettiest continuationof her Italian journey in the shape of very fine photographs of allsorts of Italian places and things mingled with here and there anexcursion into the Swiss mountainsA few almost awestricken glances Faith gave then she put thephotographs in the portfolio again scarcely seen and looked at theoutside of the red leather felt of its smooth surface with admiringfingers that hardly believed what they touched and a face glowing witha very deep glow by this time Faith thought herself rich beyond theimagination of a millionaire But after a little mute amazedconsideration of her happiness she rushed off to the kitchen tosignalize the Christmas breakfastand perhaps spend a few of her toomany thoughtsby the preparation and production of one of MadameDanforths nice but in Pattaquasset unheard of delicacies and whenall the rest of the breakfast was ready Faith demurely went in withher dishShe had not a word of acknowledgment for Mr Linden which wasungrateful She gave him her hand however with a manner and lookwhich were graceful enough being at once open and shy very brightand yet veiled with a shade of reserve She had been over the fire soher face was naturally a little rosy There was no particular reserveabout himhis Merry Christmas was not only wished but carried outso far as breakfast time extended Faith might be as demure as sheliked but she had to be merry too so on the whole the breakfast roomwas beaming with more than sunlight Yes it was a merryChristmasmerry without and merry withinthat sort of merrimentwhich doeth good like a medicine Gay voices and steps andsnowballing on the broad street gay snowbirds and chickadees in thebranches in the house glad faces over and upon all clear sunshineand the soft hush of a winters morningWhat are you going to do today mother said Faith towards the closeof breakfast timeId rather look at you than anything else child said her motherbut Ive got to go out you know What are _you_ going to do FaithAll sorts of things mother Mr LindenAll sorts of things Miss Faiththerefore we shall probably meetquite often in the course of the day he said smiling Will you giveme any commandsPerhapsif I can Mother how are we to get to Mrs Somerstonightis Crab wellO Crabs gone away for the winter child and weve got MrStoutenburghs Jerry To be surethats since you went awayThe first thing for Faith was the Christmas dinner into which sheplunged heart and hand The turkey the apples and the pies were allseen to at last and about an hour before dinner Faith was ready totake off her kitchen apron and go into the parlour She longed for afurther touch and eyesight of that red leatherShe had it for that hour as dainty a luxuriating over her treasuresas anybody ever had Faith pondered and dreamed over the photographsone after another with endless marvel and querying of numberlessquestions springing out of themgeneral and particular historicalnatural social and artistic or scientific Questions that sometimesshe knew only enough to form vaguely What a looking over of printsthat was such an hour as is known by few few of those who have seenengravings all their lives Nay further than thatsuch as is notknown by many a one that stands on the Bridge of sighs and crosses theMer de glace and sees the smoke curling up from Vesuvius For once ina while there is an imaginary traveller at home to whom is revealedmore of the spirit of beauty residing in these things than

Produced by Mark C Orton Diane Monico and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTHE VIRGINIA COMPANY OFLONDON 16061624COPYRIGHT 1957 BYVIRGINIA 350TH ANNIVERSARY CELEBRATIONCORPORATION WILLIAMSBURG VIRGINIASecond Printing 1959Third Printing 1964Transcribers Note Extensive research did not uncover any evidencethat the U S copyright on this publication was renewedJamestown 350th AnniversaryHistorical Booklet Number 5THE VIRGINIA COMPANY OF LONDON 16061624This is the story of the Virginia Company and only indirectly of theVirginia colony Those who seek an account of the early years atJamestown should turn to another number in this same series Here thefocus belongs to the adventurers in England whose hopes gave shape tothe settlement at Jamestown and whose determination brought the colonythrough the many disappointments of its first years In terms of timethe story is short for it begins with the granting of the firstVirginia charter in 1606 and ends with the dissolution of the companyin 1624 It thus covers a period of only eighteen years but duringthese years Englands interest in North America was so largelyexpressed through the agency of the Virginia Company that its storyconstitutes one of the more significant chapters in the history both ofthe United States and of the British EmpireIn the beginning there were two companies of the Virginia adventurersthe one having its headquarters in London and the other in the westernoutport of Plymouth Englishmen at that time used the name Virginia todesignate the full sweep of the North American coast that lay aboveSpanish Florida In the original Virginia charter the adventurers weregranted rights of exploration trade and settlement on the Coast ofVirginia or America within limits that reached from 34 of latitude inthe south to 45 in the north which is to say from the mouth of theCape Fear River in lower North Carolina to a point midway through themodern state of Maine The Plymouth grantees had a primary interest inthe northern area that Captain John Smith would later name New Englandand there they established a colony at Sagadahoc in August 1607 only afew weeks after the settlement of Jamestown But the colony barelysurvived the winter and was abandoned in the spring of 1608Thereafter the Plymouth adventurers gave up In contrast the Londonadventurers persisted and their persistence served to tie the name ofVirginia increasingly to them and to their more southerly settlementAs a result the London adventurers became in common usage the Virginiaadventurers their company the Virginia Company and their colonyVirginiaThe Virginia colony was especially fortunate in having the backing ofLondon Indeed it may not be too much to suggest that the chiefdifference between the stories of Roanoke Island and of Jamestown wasthe difference that London made Consistently the leadership ofElizabethan adventures to North America including those of Gilbert andRaleigh had come from the western counties and outports of Englandand with equal consistency hopeful projects had foundered on theinadequacy of their financial support while London favored otherventuresto Muscovy to the Levant and more recently to the EastIndies It was not merely that London had the necessary capital andcredit for a sustained effort it also had experience in the managementof large and distant ventures such as those of the East India Companyover which Sir Thomas Smith presided as he would preside through manyyears over the Virginia Company London had too the advantage of itsproximity to the seat of government in nearby Westminster where KingJames had his residence where the highest courts of the realm satperiodically and where Englands parliament customarily met Alreadyin 1606 it was possible to trace in the immediate environs of theancient City of London itself still medieval in appearance and in theorganization of much of its life the broad outlines of the greatmetropolis that has been increasingly the focal point of Englandsdevelopment as a modern stateIn thus emphasizing the importance of London to the early history ofVirginia one runs the risk of misrepresenting the true character ofthe Virginia adventure Contrary to the impression that will be gainedfrom many of our modern textbooks the Virginia Company representedmuch more than the commercial interests of the port of London Itsmembership included many gentlemen and noblemen of consequence in thekingdom Some of them no doubt became subscribers to a Virginiajointstock for the same reason that often led members of the landedclasses in England into commercial ventures But others quiteevidently subscribed because of a sense of public responsibility orsimply because skilfully managed propaganda had put pressure on them toaccept a responsibility of social or political position For theVirginia adventure was a public undertaking its aim to advance thefortunes of England no less than the fortunes of the adventurersthemselvesIt would be helpful if we knew more about the original Virginiaadventurers than we do The records are so incomplete as to makeimpossible anything approaching a full list of the first subscribersHowever enough is known to suggest the broad range of experience andinterest belonging to those who now joined in a common effort to buildan empire for England in America The original charter of 1606 listsonly eight of the adventurers by name they being the ones in whosenames the petition for the charter had been made This list omits SirJohn Popham Lord Chief Justice of the Kings Bench who may well havebeen the prime mover in the enterprise and Sir Thomas Smith who wasan active leader from an early date Four of the eight men listed areidentified as belonging to the London group Sir Thomas Gates was asoldier and veteran of campaigns in the Netherlands who would laterserve as the colonys governor Sir George Somers had led many attacksagainst Spanish possessions in Queen Elizabeths day was a member ofparliament and would meet his death four years later in Bermuda whileon a mission of rescue for Virginia Edward Maria Wingfield was anothersoldier who had fought in the Netherlands He belonged to a familywhich had acquired extensive estates in Ireland and he too would go toVirginia where he served as first president of the colonys councilThe most interesting of the four was Richard Hakluyt a clergyman whosechief mission in life had been the encouragement of overseas adventuresby his fellow countrymen To them he had

Produced by C St Charleskindt and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTHE INDUSTRIAL READERS_Book III_MAKERS OF MANY THINGSBYEVA MARCH TAPPAN PHD_Author of Englands Story American Hero StoriesOld World Hero Stories Story of the Greek PeopleStory of the Roman People etc Editor ofThe Childrens Hour_IllustrationHOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANYBOSTON NEW YORK CHICAGOCOPYRIGHT 1916 BY EVA MARCH TAPPANALL RIGHTS RESERVEDThe Riverside PressCAMBRIDGE MASSACHUSETTSU S APREFACEThe four books of this series have been written not merely to provideagreeable reading matter for children but to give them informationWhen a child can look at a steel pen not simply as an articlefurnished by the city for his use but rather as the result of manyinteresting processes he has made a distinct growth in intelligenceWhen he has begun to apprehend the fruitfulness of the earth bothabove ground and below and the best way in which its products may beutilized and carried to the places where they are needed he has notonly acquired a knowledge of many kinds of industrial life which mayhelp him to choose his lifework wisely from among them but he haslearned the dependence of one person upon other persons of onepart of the world upon other parts and the necessity of peacefulintercourse Best of all he has learned to see Wordsworths familiarlines say of a man whose eyes had not been opened A primrose by a rivers brim A yellow primrose was to him And it was nothing moreThese books are planned to show the children that there is somethingmore to broaden their horizon to reveal to them what invention hasaccomplished and what wide room for invention still remains to teachthem that reward comes to the man who improves his output beyond thetask of the moment and that success is waiting not for him who worksbecause he must but for him who works because he mayAcknowledgment is due to the Diamond Match Company Hood RubberCompany S D Warren Paper Company The Riverside Press E FaberC Howard Hunt Pen Company Waltham Watch Company Mark Cross CompanyI Prouty Company Cheney Brothers and others whose advice andcriticism have been of most valuable aid in the preparation of thisvolumeEVA MARCH TAPPANCONTENTS I THE LITTLE FRICTION MATCH 1 II ABOUT INDIA RUBBER 6 III KID GLOVES 16 IV HOW RAGS AND TREES BECOME PAPER 25 V HOW BOOKS ARE MADE 36 VI FROM GOOSE QUILLS TO FOUNTAIN PENS AND LEAD PENCILS 46 VII THE DISHES ON OUR TABLES 56 VIII HOW THE WHEELS OF A WATCH GO AROUND 64 IX THE MAKING OF SHOES 73 X IN THE COTTON MILL 82 XI SILKWORMS AND THEIR WORK 92THE INDUSTRIAL READERSBOOK IIIMAKERS OF MANY THINGSITHE LITTLE FRICTION MATCHI remember being once upon a time ten miles from a store and one milefrom a neighbor the fire had gone out in the night and the lastmatch failed to blaze We had no flint and steel We were neitherIndians nor Boy Scouts and we did not know how to make a fire bytwirling a stick There was nothing to do but to trudge off throughthe snow to the neighbor a mile away and beg some matches Then wasthe time when we appreciated the little match and thought withprofound respect of the men who invented and perfected itIt is a long way from the safe and reliable match of today back tothe splinters that were soaked in chemicals and sold together withlittle bottles of sulphuric acid The splinter was expected to blazewhen dipped into the acid Sometimes it did blaze and sometimes itdid not but it was reasonably certain how the acid would behave forit would always sputter and do its best to spoil some ones clothesNevertheless even such matches as these were regarded as a wonderfulconvenience

Produced by the Online Distributed Proofreading Team athttpwwwpgdpnet E M Tappan Ph D De geschiedenis van het Grieksche volk Bewerkt door Dr B C Goudsmit Zutphen W J Thieme CieVOORREDEDe bedoeling van dit boek is niet alleen om een eenvoudige schets tegeven van de voornaamste gebeurtenissen in de geschiedenis van het oudeGriekenland maar evenzeer om de zeden van het volk te schilderen eneen inzicht te geven in hun wijze van leven denken en gevoelen Voorzoover de opzet en de grootte van dit boekwerk het toelaten wordende namen van hen die meesters waren op het gebied van kunst enletteren niet ingevoerd in afzonderlijke hoofdstukken louter alstoevoegsels bij de politieke geschiedenis maar in hun natuurlijkebetrekking tot de annalen van hun tijd en steeds in overeenstemmingmet het gezegde van Plutarchus Dikwijls zal een onbeduidende daadeen kort gezegde of een kwinkslag iemands waren aard meer doen kennendan de beroemdste belegeringen en de belangrijkste veldslagenBij de behandeling van de oorlogen der Grieken heb ik die zookort mogelijk geschetst maar de ruimte die dikwijls beschikbaarwordt gesteld voor bijzonderheden van gevechten besteed aan hetmededeelen van karakteristieke verhalen omtrent enkelen der beroemdsteaanvoerders of aan een beschrijving van de ééne of andere militaireonderneming die het verschil duidelijk maakt tusschen de oude en demoderne wijze waarop dergelijke zaken worden volbracht Om kort tegaan ik heb de oorlogen alleen gebruikt om het volk te doen kennenen niet het volk om de bijzonderheden der oorlogen te beschrijvenDe teekeningen in den tekst hebben ten doel den lezer een blik tedoen slaan in den geest van de Grieksche wereld en om de verbeeldingte hulp te komen bij de verklaring van den tekst Zij zijn ontleendaan een groote verscheidenheid van bronnen die voor het meerendeel deGrieksche kunst in den vorm van bouwkunst beeldhouwkunst basreliefsbeschilderde vazen en munten leeren kennen waardoor iets geopenbaardwordt van het kunstgenie en de bewonderenswaardige veelzijdigheidvan dat volkDe nooit falende bekoring en betoovering die uitgaan van hetbestudeeren van het Grieksche volk van hun schitterenden geesthun vaderlandsliefde hun ontzaglijke veelzijdigheid ja zelfs ookvan hun fouten moeten ieder aangrijpen die al is het in nog zoogeringe mate daarmede kennis maaktIndien dit boekwerk den lezer evenveel genot verschaft als devervaardiging de schrijfster heeft geschonken dan is de uitgave vandit werk volkomen gerechtvaardigdDe SchrijfsterINHOUD Bladz I In de dagen der mythen 1 II In de dagen der mythen vervolg 13 III Hoe de oude Grieken leefden 26 IV Hoe de Spartanen macht verkregen 39 V De eerste dagen van Athene de wetten van Solon 55 VI De regeering van Pisistratus en de Alcmaeoniden 67 VII De Olympische spelen 77 VIII De Grieksche koloniën De tyrannen 83 IX De eerste en de tweede Perzische tocht 91 X De groote Perzische inval 103 XI De groote Perzische inval vervolg 115 XII Na den Perzischen oorlog 127 XIII De eeuw van Pericles 144 XIV De strijd tusschen Athene en Sparta of de Peloponnesische oorlog 161 XV De krijgstocht tegen Sicilië 178 XVI De val van Athene

Produced by Al HainesIllustration Cover artTHE MAN WHODROVE THE CARBYMAX PEMBERTONAUTHOR OFTHE GIRL WITH THE RED HAIRTHE IRON PIRATE ETCLONDONEVELEIGH NASHFAWSIDE HOUSE1910Printed by BALLANTYNE Co LIMITEDTavistock Street Coven Garden LondonCONTENTS I THE ROOM IN BLACK II THE SILVER WEDDING III IN ACCOUNT WITH DOLLY ST JOHN IV THE LADY WHO LOOKED ON V THE BASKET IN THE BOUNDARY ROAD VI THE COUNTESSITHE ROOM IN BLACKThey say that every man should have a master but for my part Iprefer a mistress Give me a nice young woman with plenty of money inher pocket and a bit of taste for seeing life and Ill leave you allthe prying amatoors that ever sniffed about a gearbox withoutknowing what was inside that sameI have driven plenty of pretty girls in my life but I dont know thatthe prettiest wasnt Fauny Dartel of the Apollo This story isntabout herexcept in a wayso it doesnt much matter but when I firstknew Fauny she was getting thirty bob a week in The Boys of Boulogneand as she paid me three pound ten every Saturday and the car costher some four hundred per annum to run she must have been of a savingdisposition Certainly a better mistress no man wantsnot LalBritten which is yours truly I drove her for five months and neverhad a word with her Then a man who said he was a bailiff came andtook her car away and there was no money for me on the Saturday So Isuppose she married into the peerageMy story isnt about Fauny Dartel though its got to do with herIts about a man who didnt know who he wasat least he said soandcouldnt tell you why he did it We picked him up outside the CarltonHotel Fauny and me1 three nights before The Boys of Boulogne wentinto the country and The Girls from some other shop took theirplace She was going to sup with her brother I rememberastonishinghow many brothers she had tooand I was to return to the mews offLancaster Gate when just as I had set her down and was about to driveaway up comes a jollylooking man in a fine fur coat and an opera hatand asks me if I was a taxi Lord how I stared at himTaxi yourself says I and what asylum have you escaped out ofOh come come says he dont be huffy I only wanted to go as faras Portman SquareThen call a furniture van says I and perhaps theyll get youaboardMy dander was up I tell you for I was on the box of as pretty aDaimler landaulette as ever came out of Coventry and if theresanything I never want to be its the driver of a pillarbox with aflag in his left ear No doubt I should have said much more to thegentleman when what do you think happenswhy Fauny herself comes upand tells me to take himIm sure we should like some one to do the same for us if no taxiswere about says she very sweetly please take the gentlemanBritten and then you can go homeWell I sat there as amazed a man as any in the Haymarket Its truethere werent any taxis on the rank at the minute but he could havegot one by walking a hundred yards along Trafalgar Square and she musthave known it as well as he did All the same she smiled sweetly athim and he at herand then with a tremendous sweep of his hat hemakes a gallant speech to herI am under a thousand obligations says he really I couldntintrudeOh get in and go off says she almost pushing him I shall losemy supper if you dontHe obeyed her immediately and away we went You will remember thathis talk had been of a house in Portman Square but no sooner had Iturned the corner by the Criterion than he began speaking through thetube and telling me to go to Playfords in Berkeley Square There hestopped notwithstanding that it was getting on for twelve oclock andwhen he had rung the bell and entered the house I had to wait a goodfifteen minutes before he was ready for the second stageIs it Portman Square now I asked him He laughed and slipped asovereign into my handI can see youre one of the right sort he said Would you mindrunning round to the Kings Road Chelsea for ten minutes Perhapstherell be another sovereign before we get to bed tonightI pocketed the moneyyou dont find many drivers who are long off thefourth speed in that line and Lal Britten is no exception As for thegentleman he did seem a merry fellow and his air was that of a Dukeall overthe kind of man who says Do it and finds you there everytime We were round at the Kings Road Chelsea perhaps a quarter ofan hour after he had spoken and there we stopped at the door of a lotof studios which I have been told since are where some of the greatpainters of the country keep their pictures Here my friend was goneperhaps twenty minutes and when next I saw him he had three flashupladies with him and every one as classy as he wasRelations of mine says he as he pushes em into the landauletteand closes the door himself Now you may drive to Portman Square justas fast as you please for Im an early bird myself and dont approveof late hoursWell I stared be sure of it though staring didnt fit that riddlenot by a long way My mistress had lent her landaulette to a strangerbut I felt sure that she wouldnt have liked this sort of thingandyet remember the gentleman had told me to drive to Portman Square sothere could not be much the matter after allAs for the ladies it wasnt for me to quarrel with

Produced by Donald LainsonTHE TWINS OF TABLE MOUNTAIN AND OTHER STORIESBy Bret HarteCONTENTSI THE TWINS OF TABLE MOUNTAINII AN HEIRESS OF RED DOGIII THE GREAT DEADWOOD MYSTERYIV A LEGEND OF SAMMTSTADTV VIEWS FROM A GERMAN SPIONTHE TWINS OF TABLE MOUNTAINCHAPTER IA CLOUD ON THE MOUNTAINThey lived on the verge of a vast stony level upheaved so far abovethe surrounding country that its vague outlines viewed from the nearestvalley seemed a mere cloudstreak resting upon the lesser hills Therush and roar of the turbulent river that washed its eastern base werelost at that height the winds that strove with the giant pines thathalf way climbed its flanks spent their fury below the summit for atvariance with most meteorological speculation an eternal calm seemedto invest this serene altitude The few Alpine flowers seldomthrilled their petals to a passing breeze rain and snow fell alikeperpendicularly heavily and monotonously over the granite bowldersscattered along its brown expanse Although by actual measurement aninconsiderable elevation of the Sierran range and a mere shoulder ofthe nearest whitefaced peak that glimmered in the west it seemedto lie so near the quiet passionless stars that at night it caughtsomething of their calm remotenessThe articulate utterance of such a locality should have been a whispera laugh or exclamation was discordant and the ordinary tones of thehuman voice on the night of the 15th of May 1868 had a grotesqueincongruityIn the thick darkness that clothed the mountain that night the humanfigure would have been lost or confounded with the outlines of outlyingbowlders which at such times took upon themselves the vague semblanceof men and animals Hence the voices in the following colloquy seemedthe more grotesque and incongruous from being the apparent expressionof an upright monolith ten feet high on the right and another mass ofgranite that reclining peeped over the vergeHelloHello yourselfYoure lateI lost the trail and climbed up the slideHere followed a stumble the clatter of stones down the mountainsideand an oath so very human and undignified that it at once relieved thebowlders of any complicity of expression The voices too were closetogether now and unexpectedly in quite another localityAnything upLooey Napoleons declared war agin GermanyShoooNotwithstanding this exclamation the interest of the latter speaker wasevidently only polite and perfunctory What indeed were the politicalconvulsions of the Old World to the dwellers on this serene isolatedeminence of the NewI reckon its so continued the first voice French Pete and thatthar feller that keeps the Dutch grocery hev hed a row over it emptiedtheir sixshooters into each other The Dutchmans got two balls inhis leg and the Frenchmans got an onnessary buttonhole in hisshirtbuzzum and hez caved inThis concise local corroboration of the conflict of remote nationshowever confirmatory did not appear to excite any further interestEven the last speaker now that he was in this calm dispassionateatmosphere seemed to lose his own concern in his tidings and to haveabandoned every thing of a sensational and lowerworldly character inthe pines below There were a few moments of absolute silence and thenanother stumble But now the voices of both speakers were quite patientand philosophicalHold on and Ill strike a light said the second speaker I broughta lantern along but I didnt light up I kem out afore sundown and youknow how it allers is up yer I didnt want it and didnt keer to lightup I forgot youre always a little dazed and strangelike when youfirst come upThere was a crackle a flash and presently a steady glow which thesurrounding darkness seemed to resent The faces of the two men thusrevealed were singularly alike The same thin narrow outline of jaw andtemple the same dark grave eyes the same brown growth of curly beardand mustache which concealed the mouth and hid what might have beenany individual idiosyncrasy of thought or expressionshowed them tobe brothers or better known as the Twins of Table Mountain A certainanimation in the face of the second speakerthe firstcomeracertain light in his eye might have at first distinguished him buteven this faded out in the steady glow of the lantern and had novalue as a permanent distinction for by the time they had reachedthe western verge of the mountain the two faces had settled into ahomogeneous calmness and melancholyThe vague horizon of darkness that a few feet from the lantern stillencompassed them gave no indication of their progress until their feetactually trod the rude planks and thatch that formed the roof of theirhabitation for their cabin half burrowed in the mountain and halfclung like a swallows nest to the side of the deep declivity thatterminated the northern limit of the summit Had it not been for thewindlass of a shaft a coil of rope and a few heaps of stone andgravel which were the only indications of human labor in that stonyfield there was nothing to interrupt its monotonous dead level Andwhen they descended a dozen wellworn steps to the door of their cabinthey left the summit as before lonely silent motionless its longlevel uninterrupted basking in the cold light of the starsThe simile of a nest as applied to the cabin of the brothers was nomere figure of speech as the light of the lantern first flashed upon itThe narrow ledge before the door was strewn with feathers A suggestionthat it might be the home and haunt of predatory birds was promptlychecked by the spectacle of the nailedup carcasses of a dozen hawksagainst the walls and the outspread wings of an extended eagleemblazoning the gable above the door like an armorial bearing Withinthe cabin the walls and chimneypiece were dazzlingly bedecked with thepartycolored wings of jays yellowbirds woodpeckers kingfishers andthe polytinted woodduck Yet in that dry highlyrarefied atmospherethere was not the slightest suggestion of odor or decayThe first speaker hung the lantern upon a hook that dangled from therafters and going to the broad chimney kicked the halfdead embersinto a sudden resentful blaze He then opened a rude cupboard andwithout looking around called RuthThe second speaker turned his head from the open doorway

Produced by Mark C Orton Josephine Paolucci and theOnline Distributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetThis file was produced from images generously madeavailable by The Internet ArchiveBOBBY OF CLOVERFIELD FARMIllustration I cant stop to play now Im on important businessBOBBY OF CLOVERFIELD FARMBYHELEN FULLER ORTON_Author of Prince and Rover of Cloverfield Farm__WITH ILLUSTRATIONS AND DECORATIONS BY R EMMETT OWEN_IllustrationNEW YORKFREDERICK A STOKES COMPANYPUBLISHERS_Copyright 1922 by_HELEN FULLER ORTON_All Rights Reserved_ First Printing June 17 1922 Second Printing November 3 1922 Third Printing May 15 1923 Fourth Printing April 25 1924 Fifth Printing August 26 1924 Sixth Printing February 27 1926 Seventh Printing April 2 1927 Eighth Printing August 1 1928 Ninth Printing August 6 1929 Tenth Printing January 31 1931 Eleventh Printing August 10 1933_Printed in the United States of America_CONTENTSCHAPTER PAGEI WHAT ROBIN REDBREAST KNEW 1II BOBBYS KITE 10III THE OLD BROWN HEN 21IV THE SHEEP WASHING 29V THE SHEEP SHEARING 38VI RED TOP 46VII HAYING TIME 54VIII ON TOP OF THE WORLD 63IX BOBBY FORGETS 69X ROVER GOES TO THE STORE 76XI THE DUCKS ASWIMMING GO 85XII THE RESCUE 91XIII BOBBYS HORSEBACK RIDE 98XIV THE BIG SOUTH WINDOW 105XV ONE STORMY NIGHT 119ILLUSTRATIONSI cant stop to play now Im on important business _Frontispiece_ FACING PAGEHello Robin Redbreast called Bobby Im gladyou are back again 7Up up went the kite into the sky 12When he saw it he cried Somebodys been digging inmy garden and here she is fast asleep 27Before they could run across the bridge Old BellWether walked up out of the creek and started forhome 35Stop Father stop he said 58Bobby clung to Rovers collar until they reachedshallow water 94Bobby felt happy and grand Prince felt happy and grand 100Illustration WHAT ROBIN REDBREAST KNEWIOne cold morning in March Bobby Hill was wakened by a sound he had notheard since last Fall Chirp chirp cheerupThat sounds just like a robin he thoughtHe sat up in bed and looked out of the window It was a cold darkstormy morning Heavy clouds covered the sky The North wind was blowingthe snow hither and thitherBobby leaned nearer the window so he could see the ground There was thesnow like a blanket of white over the yard and the road and the fieldsThere were the snowdrifts like mountains and castles along the fencesBobby shivered as he looked at it and snuggled back under the coversI must have been dreaming he thought It isnt time for robinsBut he had no sooner settled down for another nap than he heard itagain Chirp chirp cheerupHe got up and dressed quickly and went downstairsMother he said I heard something that sounded just like a robinWhat could it have beenIt _was_ a robin said Mother Come here and see himBobby ran

Produced by Donald LainsonA SAPPHO OF GREEN SPRINGSBy Bret HarteCONTENTSA SAPPHO OF GREEN SPRINGSTHE CHATELAINE OF BURNT RIDGETHROUGH THE SANTA CLARA WHEATA MAECENAS OF THE PACIFIC SLOPEA SAPPHO OF GREEN SPRINGSCHAPTER ICome in said the editorThe door of the editorial room of the Excelsior Magazine began tocreak painfully under the hesitating pressure of an uncertain andunfamiliar hand This continued until with a start of irritation theeditor faced directly about throwing his leg over the arm of his chairwith a certain youthful dexterity With one hand gripping its backthe other still grasping a proofslip and his pencil in his mouth hestared at the intruderThe stranger despite his hesitating entrance did not seem in the leastdisconcerted He was a tall man looking even taller by reason of thelong formless overcoat he wore known as a duster and by a longstraight beard that depended from his chin which he combed with tworeflective fingers as he contemplated the editor The red dust whichstill lay in the creases of his garment and in the curves of his softfelt hat and left a dusty circle like a precipitated halo around hisfeet proclaimed him if not a countryman a recent inland importationby coach Busy he said in a grave but pleasant voice I kin waitDont mind ME Go onThe editor indicated a chair with his disengaged hand and plunged againinto his proofslips The stranger surveyed the scant furniture andappointments of the office with a look of grave curiosity and thentaking a chair fixed an earnest penetrating gaze on the editorsprofile The editor felt it and without looking up saidWell go onBut youre busy I kin waitI shall not be less busy this morning I can listenI want you to give me the name of a certain person who writes in yourmagazineThe editors eye glanced at the second righthand drawer of his deskIt did not contain the names of his contributors but what in thetraditions of his office was accepted as an equivalenta revolverHe had never yet presented either to an inquirer But he laid aside hisproofs and with a slight darkening of his youthful discontented facesaid What do you want to know forThe question was so evidently unexpected that the strangers facecolored slightly and he hesitated The editor meanwhile withouttaking his eyes from the man mentally ran over the contents of the lastmagazine They had been of a singularly peaceful character There seemedto be nothing to justify homicide on his part or the strangers Yetthere was no knowing and his questioners bucolic appearance by nomeans precluded an assault Indeed it had been a legend of the officethat a predecessor had suffered vicariously from a geological hammercovertly introduced into a scientific controversy by an irate professorAs we make ourselves responsible for the conduct of the magazinecontinued the young editor with mature severity we do not give up thenames of our contributors If you do not agree with their opinionsBut I DO said the stranger with his former composure and I reckonthats why I want to know who wrote those verses called Underbrushsigned White Violet in your last number Theyre powful prettyThe editor flushed slightly and glanced instinctively around for anyunexpected witness of his ludicrous mistake The fear of ridicule wasuppermost in his mind and he was more relieved at his mistake not beingoverheard than at its groundlessnessThe verses ARE pretty he said recovering himself with a criticalair and I am glad you like them But even then you know I could notgive you the ladys name without her permission I will write to her andask it if you likeThe actual fact was that the verses had been sent to him anonymouslyfrom a remote village in the Coast Rangethe address being thepostoffice and the signature initialsThe stranger looked disturbed Then she aint about here anywhere hesaid with a vague gesture She dont belong to the officeThe young editor beamed with tolerant superiority No I am sorry tosayI should like to have got to see her and kinder asked her afew questions continued the stranger with the same reflectiveseriousness You see it wasnt just the rhymin o them versesandthey kinder sing themselves to ye dont theyit wasnt the chyce owordsand I reckon they allus hit the idee in the centre shot everytimeit wasnt the idees and moral she sort o drew out o what shewas tellinbut it was the straight thing itselfthe truthThe truth repeated the editorYes sir Ive bin there Ive seen all that shes seen in thebrushthe little flicks and checkers o light and shadder down inthe brown dust that you wonder how it ever got through the dark of thewoods and that allus seems to slip away like a snake or a lizard if yougrope Ive heard all that shes heard therethe creepin the sighinand the whisperin through the bracken and the groundvines of all thatlives thereYou seem to be a poet yourself said the editor with a patronizingsmileIm a lumberman up in Mendocino returned the stranger with sublimenaivete Got a mill there You see sightin standin timber andselectin from the genral show of the trees in the ground and the layof roots hez sorter made me take notice He paused Then he addedsomewhat despondingly you dont know who she isNo said the editor reflectively not even if it is really a WOMANwho writesEhWell you see White Violet may as well be the nom de plume of a manas of a woman especially if adopted for the purpose of mystificationThe handwriting I remember WAS more boyish than feminineNo returned the stranger doggedly it wasnt no MAN Theres ideasand words there that only come from a woman babytalk to the birds youknow and a kind of fearsome keer of bugs and creepin things that dontcome to a man who wears boots and trousers Well he added with areturn to his previous air of resigned disappointment I suppose youdont even know what shes likeNo responded the editor cheerfully Then following an ideasuggested by the odd mingling of sentiment and shrewd perception inthe man before him he added Probably not

Produced by Stacy Brown Nick Wall and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Thisfile was produced from images generously made availableby The Internet ArchiveCanadian LibrariesPRACTICAL EDUCATIONBYMARIA EDGEWORTHAUTHOR OF LETTERS FOR LITERARY LADIES AND THE PARENTS ASSISTANT ccAND BYRICHARD LOVELL EDGEWORTHF R S AND M R I AIN TWO VOLUMES VOL IISECOND AMERICAN EDITIONPUBLISHEDBY J FRANCIS LIPPITT PROVIDENCE R I AND T B WAIT SONSBOSTONT B Wait and Sons Printers1815CONTENTS Chapter Page XIII _On Grammar and Classical Literature_ 5 XIV _On Geography and Chronology_ 31 XV _On Arithmetic_ 37 XVI _Geometry_ 54 XVII _On Mechanics_ 57 XVIII _Chemistry_ 85 XIX _On Public and Private Education_ 92 XX _On Female Accomplishments c_ 109 XXI _Memory and Invention_ 138 XXII _Taste and Imagination_ 178 XXIII _Wit and Judgment_ 214 XXIV _Prudence and Economy_ 248 XXV _Summary_ 267 APPENDIX _Notes containing Conversations and Anecdotes of Children_ 283PRACTICAL EDUCATIONCHAPTER XIIION GRAMMAR AND CLASSICAL LITERATUREAs long as gentlemen feel a deficiency in their own education whenthey have not a competent knowledge of the learned languages so longmust a parent be anxious that his son should not be exposed to themortification of appearing inferiour to others of his own rank It isin vain to urge that language is only the key to science that thenames of things are not the things themselves that many of the wordsin our own language convey scarcely any or at best but imperfectideas that the true genius pronunciation melody and idiom ofGreek are unknown to the best scholars and that it cannot reasonablybe doubted that if Homer or Xenophon were to hear their works read bya professor of Greek they would mistake them for the sounds of anunknown language All this is true but it is not the ambition of agentleman to read Greek like an ancient Grecian but to understand itas well as the generality of his contemporaries to know whence theterms of most sciences are derived and to be able in some degree totrace the progress of mankind in knowledge and refinement byexamining the extent and combination of their different vocabulariesIn some professions Greek is necessary in all a certain proficiencyof Latin is indispensable how therefore to acquire this proficiencyin the one and a sufficient knowledge of the other with the leastlabour the least waste of time and the least danger to theunderstanding is the material question Some

Produced by Suzanne Shell and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetDONALD AND DOROTHYIllustration DOROTHY AT SIXTEENDONALD AND DOROTHYBYMARY MAPES DODGEAUTHOR OF HANS BRINKER OR THE SILVER SKATESWITH ORIGINAL ILLUSTRATIONSIllustration NEW YORK THE CENTURY CO 1906 _Copyright 1883_ BY MARY MAPES DODGE _All rights reserved_ THE DE VINNE PRESSCONTENTS PAGE CHAPTER I IN WHICH NONE OF THE CHARACTERS APPEAR 1 CHAPTER II FOURTEEN YEARS AFTERWARDS 3 CHAPTER III WHICH PARTLY EXPLAINS ITSELF 7 CHAPTER IV THE DRIVE 23 CHAPTER V SUPPERTIME 29 CHAPTER VI A FAMILY CONFERENCE 31 CHAPTER VII THE DANBYS 47 CHAPTER VIII TOO MUCH OF A GOOD THING 62 CHAPTER IX IN WHICH SOME WELLMEANING GROWN FOLK APPEAR 71 CHAPTER X WHICH PRESENTS A FAITHFUL REPORT OF THE INTERVIEW BETWEEN MR REED AND HIS MYSTERIOUS VISITOR 80 CHAPTER XI JACK 93 CHAPTER XII A DAY IN NEW YORK 98 CHAPTER XIII DONALD AND DOROTHY ENTERTAIN FANDY 106 CHAPTER XIV IN WHICH UNCLE GEORGE PROPOSES SOMETHING DELIGHTFUL 119 CHAPTER XV THE HOUSEPICNIC 124 CHAPTER XVI A DISCOVERY IN THE GARRET 155 CHAPTER XVII DORRY ASKS A QUESTION 166 CHAPTER XVIII THE GYMNASIUM 176 CHAPTER XIX THE G B C 180 CHAPTER XX THE SHOOTINGMATCH

Produced by Chris Curnow Joseph Cooper Richard J Shifferand the Online Distributed Proofreading Team athttpwwwpgdpnetTranscribers Note Every effort has been made to replicate this textas faithfully as possible including obsolete and variant spellingsand other inconsistencies Text that has been changed to correct anobvious error is noted at the end of this ebook The Augustan Reprint Society _An Essay on True and Apparent Beauty in Which From Settled Principles is Rendered the Grounds for Choosing and Rejecting Epigrams_ by Pierre Nicole Translated by J V Cunningham Publication Number 24 Series IV No 5 Los Angeles William Andrews Clark Memorial Library University of California 1950GENERAL EDITORS H RICHARD ARCHER _Clark Memorial Library_ RICHARD C BOYS _University of Michigan_ EDWARD NILES HOOKER _University of California Los Angeles_ H T SWEDENBERG JR _University of California Los Angeles__ASSISTANT EDITORS_ W EARL BRITTON _University of Michigan_ JOHN LOFTIS _University of California Los Angeles__ADVISORY EDITORS_ EMMETT L AVERY _State College of Washington_ BENJAMIN BOYCE _University of Nebraska_ LOUIS I BREDVOLD _University of Michigan_ CLEANTH BROOKS _Yale University_ JAMES L CLIFFORD _Columbia University_ ARTHUR FRIEDMAN _University of Chicago_ SAMUEL H MONK _University of Minnesota_ ERNEST MOSSNER _University of Texas_ JAMES SUTHERLAND _Queen Mary College London_INTRODUCTIONThe following essay forms the introduction to a famous anthology ofthe seventeenth century the _Epigrammatum delectus_ a PortRoyaltextbook published at Paris in 16591 The essay was twice translatedinto French in the same century but the use of the text in France didnot survive apparently the downfall of the PortRoyal movement Itwas however later adopted by Eton College where it was used in thesixth form2 The text went through thirteen English editions between1683 and 1762 The author of the essay and a collaborator with ClaudeLancelot in making the selections for the anthology was PierreNicole who began teaching in the Little Schools around 1646 It hasbeen said that the essay was written at that time3The scope of the anthology is indicated on the title page which Itranslate _A selection of epigrams carefully chosen from the wholerange of ancient and modern poets and so on With an essay on trueand apparent beauty in which from settled principles is rendered thegrounds for choosing and rejecting epigrams There are added the bestsententiae of the ancient poets chosen sparingly and with severejudgement With shorter sententiae or proverbs Latin GreekSpanish and Italian drawn both from the chief authors of thoselanguages and from everyday speech_The essay is preceded by a preface in which the origin purpose andmethod of the anthology is explained The two ends of instruction weare told4 are learning and character and of these the latter isthe more important But there are many books and especially books ofepigrams that are quite filthy and obscene Young people are led bycuriosity to read these and losing all chastity of mind enter upon aprogressive corruption of life It would be best if they could be keptwholly from such books but there is a good deal in them of genuineprofit and literary merit which makes it difficult to keep themwholly out of the hands of youth Therefore the editor undertook toexpurgate the epigrammatists especially Catullus and Martial He washorrified when he read over their works but he found some good amongthe bad as in vipers not everything is poisonous but some things evenuseful to health His primary purpose then was to protect the goodyoung man from being harmed and to leave him no excuse for wishing tohave or peruse such books since the good in them had already beenextracted for himThe difficulty then arose of making the selection serve the purposesboth of morality and of judgement The editor could either gathertogether all the epigrams that were not obscene or he could chooseonly the best He took in fact both ways he preserved everything ofCatullus and Martial except the cheapest odds and ends and filthiestobscenities and he applied strict standards of judgement to the restso that unless an epigram had literary merit or contained somethingworth knowing he felt there was no reason to burden the book with itNevertheless some middling epigrams found entrance into theanthologyhe confesses the fact so the reader will not look forexcellence without flaw The reasons were first that the completeperfection he was looking for is seldom or never attained Hence ifhe had admitted only those epigrams in which there was nothing tocensure the task would not have been one of selecting some but ratherof rejecting almost all Again in epigrams dealing with memorableevents or in praise of famous men sometimes he looked to the profitof the work rather than to its polish as in Ausonius quatrains onthe Caesars Finally he will not deny that chance has played its partagainst his will As a judge after a series of severe sentences willgive a lighter one to a man no less guilty than the others so afterrejecting a great number of epigrams by some writer a sense of pityarose and a distaste with severity of judgement then if anything thatseemed pointed turned up though no better than what was rejected hecould not bear to see it discarded This has occasionally happenedbut hardly ever without a warning note to the readerHe admits that some perhaps quite excellent epigrams have escapedhim either because he never read them or because he was at the momentof reading less attentive But the paucity or lack of selections froma given writer should not be taken as an indication of ignorance orindiligence in that case Rather he confidently professes to haveexerted the greatest patience and industrypatience since so manywere so bad His hope was by his trouble to free others from so muchtrouble With this in mind he read countless authors of different agesand countries a total of around 50000 epigrams from most of whichnothing at all was worth excerpting There is no point inmemorializing the names of the bad except to note in passing that hefound hardly anything so inept as the

Produced by PM Spanish Héctor Cancela and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Thisfile was produced from images generously made availableby the Bibliothèque nationale de France BnFGallica athttpgallicabnffr EL CRITERIO POR DON JAIME BALMES PRESBÍTERO Criterio es un medio para conocer la verdad La verdad en las cosas es la realidad BALMES NUEVA EDICION PARIS Librería de A Bouret y Morel calle del Eperon nº 6 1849Nota de transcripción en este texto electrónico se ha mantenidola ortografía y acentuación del texto impreso original excepto enalgunos pocos casos en que claramente había errores tipográficosque fueron corregidosEL CRITERIOCAPÍTULO PRIMEROCONSIDERACIONES PRELIMINARES IEn que consiste el pensar bien Qué es la verdadEl pensar bien consiste ó en conocer la verdad ó en dirigir elentendimiento por el camino que conduce á ella La verdad es la realidadde las cosas Cuando las conocemos como son en sí alcanzamos la verdadde otra suerte caemos en error Conociendo que hay Dios conocemos unaverdad porque realmente Dios existe conociendo que la variedad de lasestaciones depende del sol conocemos una verdad porque en efecto esasí conociendo que el respeto á los padres la obediencia á las leyesla buena fe en los contratos la fidelidad con los amigos son virtudesconocemos la verdad así como caeríamos en error pensando que laperfidia la ingratitud la injusticia la destemplanza son causasbuenas y laudablesSi deseamos pensar bien hemos de procurar conocer la verdad es decirla realidad de las cosas De qué sirve discurrir con sutileza ó conprofundidad aparente si el pensamiento no está conforme con larealidad Un sencillo labrador un modesto artesano que conocen bienlos objetos de su profesion piensan y hablan mejor sobre ellos que unpresuntuoso filósofo que en encumbrados conceptos y altisonantespalabras quiere darles lecciones sobre lo que no entiende IIDiferentes modos de conocer la verdadA veces conocemos la verdad pero de un modo grosero la realidad no sepresenta á nuestros ojos tal como es sino con alguna falta añadidura ómudanza Si desfila á cierta distancia una coluna de hombres de talmanera que veamos brillar los fusiles pero sin distinguir los trajessabemos que hay gente armada pero ignoramos si es de paisanos de tropaó de algun otro cuerpo el conocimiento es imperfecto porque nos_falta_ distinguir el uniforme para saber la pertenencia Mas si por ladistancia ú otro motivo nos equivocamos y les atribuimos una prenda devestuario que no llevan el conocimiento será imperfecto porqueañadiremos lo que en realidad no hay Por fin si tomamos una cosa porotra como por ejemplo si creemos que son blancas unas vueltas que enrealidad son amarillas _mudamos_ lo que hay pues hacemos de ella unacosa diferenteCuando conocemos perfectamente la verdad nuestro entendimiento separece á un espejo en el cual vemos retratados con toda fidelidad losobjetos como son en sí cuando caemos en error se asemeja á uno deaquellos vidrios de ilusion que nos presentan lo que realmente noexiste pero cuando conocemos la verdad á medias podria compararse á unespejo mal azogado ó colocado en tal disposicion que si bien nosmuestra objetos reales sin embargo nos los ofrece demudados alterandolos tamaños y figuras IIIVariedad de ingeniosEl buen pensador procura ver en los objetos todo lo que hay pero no masde lo que hay Ciertos hombres tienen el talento de ver mucho en todopero les cabe la desgracia de ver todo lo que no hay y nada de lo quehay Una noticia una ocurrencia cualquiera les suministran abundantemateria para discurrir con profusion formando como suele decirsecastillos en el aire Estos suelen ser grandes proyectistas ycharlatanesOtros adolecen del defecto contrario ven bien pero poco el objeto nose les ofrece sino por un lado si este desaparece ya no ven nadaEstos se inclinan á ser sentenciosos y aferrados en sus temas Separecen á los que no han salido nunca de su país fuera del horizonte áque estan acostumbrados se imaginan que no hay mas mundoUn entendimiento claro capaz y exacto abarca el objeto entero le mirapor todos sus lados en todas sus relaciones con lo que le rodea Laconversacion y los escritos de estos hombres privilegiados sedistinguen por su claridad precision y exactitud En cada palabraencontrais una idea y esta idea veis que corresponde á la realidad delas cosas Os ilustran os convencen os dejan plenamente satisfechodecís con entero asentimiento si es verdad tiene razon Paraseguirlos en sus discursos no necesitais esforzaros parece que andaispor un camino llano y que el que habla solo se ocupa de haceros notarcon oportunidad los objetos que encontrais á vuestro paso Si explicanuna materia difícil y abstrusa tambien os ahorran mucho tiempo yfatiga El sendero es tenebroso porque está en las entrañas de latierra pero os precede un guia muy práctico llevando en la mano unaantorcha que resplandece con vivísima luz IVLa perfeccion de las profesiones depende de la perfeccion con que seconocen los objetos de ellasEl perfecto conocimiento de las cosas en el órden científico forma losverdaderos sabios en el órden práctico para el arreglo de la conductaen los asuntos de la vida forma los prudentes en el manejo de losnegocios del estado forma los grandes políticos y en todas lasprofesiones es cada cual mas ó ménos aventajado á proporcion del mayoró menor conocimiento de los objetos que trata ó maneja Pero esteconocimiento ha de ser práctico ha de abrazar tambien los pormenores dela ejecucion que son pequeñas verdades por decirlo así de las cualesno se puede prescindir si se quiere lograr el objeto Estas pequeñasverdades son muchas en todas las profesiones bastando para convencersede ello el oir á los que se ocupan aun en los oficios mas sencillosCuál será pues el mejor agricultor El que mejor conozca las calidadesde los terrenos climas simientes y plantas el que sepa cuáles son losmejores métodos é instrumentos de labranza y que mejor acierte en laoportunidad de emplearlos en una palabra el que conozca los medios masá

Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed Proofreading Teamat httpwwwpgdpnetIN THE MORNING OF TIMEIN THE MORNING OF TIMEBYCHARLES G D ROBERTSAuthor of The Kindred of the Wild etcIllustrationNEW YORKFREDERICK A STOKES COMPANYPUBLISHERSCopyright 1922 byFrederick A Stokes CompanyAll rights reservedPrinted in the United States of AmericaCONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I The World Without Man 1 II The King of the Triple Horn 20 III The Finding of Fire 41 IV The Children of the Shining One 70 V The PullerDown of Trees 97 VI The Battle of the Brands 123 VII The Rescue of Aya 149 VIII The Bending of the Bow 174 IX The Destroying Splendor 198 X The Terrors of the Dark 219 XI The Feasting of the Cave Folk 243 XII On the Face of the Waters 259 XIII The Fear 278 XIV The Lake of Long Sleep 295IN THE MORNING OF TIMEIN THE MORNING OF TIMECHAPTER ITHE WORLD WITHOUT MANIt lay apparently afloat on the sluggish faintly discolored tideaplacid horsefaced shovelnosed head with bumpy holes for ears andimmense round eyes of a somewhat anxious mildnessThe anxiety in the great eyes was not without reason for their ownerhad just arrived in the tepid and teeming waters of this estuary andthe creatures which he had already seen about him were both unknownand menacing But the inshore shallows were full of waterweeds of arankness and succulence far beyond anything he had enjoyed in his oldhabitat and he was determined to secure himself a place hereFrom time to time as some new monster came in sight the ungainlyhead would shoot up amazingly to a distance of five or ten or evenfifteen feet on a swaying pillar of a neck in order to get a betterview of the stranger Then it would slowly sink back again to itsrepose on the waterThe water at this point was almost fresh because the estuary thoughfully two miles wide was filled with the tide of the great riverrolling slowly down from the heart of the continent The further shorewas so flat that nothing could be seen of it but an endless palegreen forest of giant reeds But the nearer shore was skirted at adistance of perhaps half a mile from the water by a rampart ofabrupt bright rustred cliffs The flat land between the watersideand the cliffs except for the wide strip of beach was clothed

Produced by Peter Vachuska Dave Morgan Chuck GreifLeonard Johnson and the Online Distributed ProofreadingTeam at httpwwwpgdpnetIllustration Plate I Figure 1Hydnum ErinaceumOriginal Specimen 20 16 Found on Mt Logan near Chillicothe OhioTHE MUSHROOMEDIBLE AND OTHERWISEITS HABITAT AND ITS TIME OF GROWTHWITHPHOTOGRAPHIC ILLUSTRATIONSOFNEARLY ALL THE COMMON SPECIESA GUIDE TO THE STUDY OF MUSHROOMS WITH SPECIAL REFERENCE TO THEEDIBLE AND POISONOUS VARIETIES WITH A VIEW OF OPENING UPTO THE STUDENT OF NATURE A WIDE FIELD OF USEFULAND INTERESTING KNOWLEDGEBYM E HARD M ASuperintendent of Public InstructionKirkwood MoTHE OHIO LIBRARY CODISTRIBUTORSCOLUMBUS OHIOPress ofTHE NEW FRANKLIN PRINTING COCOLUMBUS OHIOHalftones by BUCHER ENGRAVING COCopyright 1908by theMUSHROOM PUBLISHING COMPANYColumbus OhioAll rights reserved_AUTHORS EDITION__No_ ____Illustration Author_TO MY WIFE_ _Whose thorough knowledge of plant life and whose patience in preserving fungal specimenssometimes beautiful but often odorousscattered from the back porch to the authors library whose eyes quick to detect structural differences and whose kindly and patient help have been a constant benediction this works inscribed_INTRODUCTIONI would agree with those who might maintain that no Introduction isneeded for this book on mushrooms Nevertheless a word may not be out ofplace for the inception of the work is out of the ordinary Mr Hard didnot decide that a book on this subject was needed and then set aboutstudying these interesting plants He has observed them collected theminduced many friends to join in eating those which proved to bepalatable and deliciousreally meddled for years with the various kindswhich are edible and otherwise and then recently he has decided topublish a book on his favorite subject The interesting occupation ofphotographing the mushrooms and the toadstools doubtless has contributedlargely to the determination culminating in the materialization of thetreatiseIf I have correctly apprehended the origin and the contributing causeswe would expect this book to be different from the other books onmushroomsnot of course in scope and purpose but the instruction andsuggestions given the descriptions and general remarks offered thewide range of forms depicted in word and picture the whole make up ofthe book in fact will appeal to the people at large rather than thecollege student in particular The author does not write for thespecially educated few but for the mass of intelligent peoplethosewho read and study but who observe more those who are inclined tocommune with nature as she displays herself in the glens and glades inthe fields and forests and who spend little if any time chasing theforms or sketching the tissues that may be seen on the narrow stage of acompound microscopeThe book then is for the beginner and for all beginners the collegestudent will find that this is the guide to use when he is ready tobegin studying the mushrooms the teachers in the schools should allbegin to study mushrooms now and for the purpose they will find thisbook advantageous the people who see mushrooms often but do not knowthem may find here a book that really is a helpWe might wish for color photography when the subject is a delicatelytinted mushroom but if with it we should lose detail in structure thenthe wish would be renounced The colors can be approximatelydescribed often not so the characteristic markings shapes and formsThe halftones from the photographs will we anticipate prove a valuablefeature of the book especially if the plants be most carefully examinedbefore turning to the pictures For half an hour the pages may be turnedand the illustrations enjoyed That however would give one no realknowledge of mushrooms If such use only is made of the pictures betterhad they never been prepared by Mr Hard and his friends But if acharming little toadstool a delicately colored mushroom a statelyagaric be carefully removed from the bed of loam the decaying stumpor the old treetrunk then turned over and over again and upside downevery part scrutinized the structure in every detail attentivelyregardednot with repugnant feeling rather with a sympathetic interestthat should naturally find all organisms inhabiting our globethen indue time coming to the picture a real picture in the book it mustsurely bring both pleasure and profit Ponder the suggestion Then toconclude in a word if Mr Hards book will induce people to _learn_ and_enjoy_ the mushrooms that we have it will be a success and great willbe his reward W A Kellerman Ph D _Botanical Department Ohio State University Columbus O_AUTHORS NOTEIN MEMORIAMIt is with feelings of profound sadness that I am impelled to supplementthe above Introduction by a brief tribute to the memory of that genialgentleman and lovable companion as well as enthusiastic scientist thelate Dr W A KellermanSpending his life in the pursuit of science the Angel of Death overtookhim while still in search for wider knowledge of Nature and her worksand with icy fingers sealed the lids over eyes ever on the alert for thediscovery of hidden truthsQuiet reticent and unassuming it was given to but few to know thegreathearted unselfish sweetness of nature underlying his whole lifeYet the scientific world in general and Nature students especiallyrecognize in Dr Kellermans death a loss long to be regretted and notsoon to be repairedThe foregoing Introduction from his pen was one of the latest if notthe last of his public writings done but a few weeks before beingstricken with the fatal fever which fell upon him in the forests ofGuatemala and so quickly ended his earthly hopes and aspirationsIt seems doubly sad that one so well and widely known in his life shouldbe called upon to lay its burdens and its pleasures down while so faraway from all who knew and loved him well and to rest at last amongstrangers in a strange landTo this beloved friend and companion of so many pleasant days in woodsand

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Produced by Jana Srna and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Anmerkungen zur Transkription Der Text stammt aus Imago Zeitschrift für Anwendung der Psychoanalyse auf die Geisteswissenschaften V 1917 S17 Schreibweise und Interpunktion des Originaltextes wurden übernommen Im Original gesperrt gedruckter Text wurde mit _ markiert Eine Schwierigkeit der Psychoanalyse1 Von SIGM FREUD Wien 1 Zuerst in ungarischer Sprache abgedruckt in der Zeitschrift _Nyugat_ herausgegeben von H _Ignotus_ Budapest 1917Ich will gleich zum Eingang sagen daß ich nicht eine intellektuelleSchwierigkeit meine etwas was die Psychoanalyse für das Verständnisdes Empfängers Hörers oder Lesers unzugänglich macht sondern eineaffektive Schwierigkeit etwas wodurch sich die Psychoanalyse dieGefühle des Empfängers entfremdet so daß er weniger geneigt wird ihrInteresse oder Glauben zu schenken Wie man merkt kommen beiderleiSchwierigkeiten auf dasselbe hinaus Wer für eine Sache nicht genugSympathie aufbringen kann wird sie auch nicht so leicht verstehenAus Rücksicht auf den Leser den ich mir noch als völlig unbeteiligtvorstelle muß ich etwas weiter ausholen In der Psychoanalyse hat sichaus einer großen Zahl von Einzelbeobachtungen und Eindrücken endlichetwas wie eine Theorie gestaltet die unter dem Namen der Libidotheoriebekannt ist Die Psychoanalyse beschäftigt sich bekanntlich mit derAufklärung und der Beseitigung der sogenannten nervösen Störungen Fürdieses Problem mußte ein Angriffspunkt gefunden werden und manentschloß sich ihn im Triebleben der Seele zu suchen Annahmen über dasmenschliche Triebleben wurden also die Grundlage unserer Auffassung derNervositätDie Psychologie die auf unseren Schulen gelehrt wird gibt uns nur sehrwenig befriedigende Antworten wenn wir sie nach den Problemen desSeelenlebens befragen Auf keinem Gebiet sind aber ihre Auskünftekümmerlicher als auf dem der TriebeEs bleibt uns überlassen wie wir uns hier eine erste Orientierungschaffen wollen Die populäre Auffassung trennt Hunger und Liebe alsVertreter der Triebe welche das Einzelwesen zu erhalten und jenerdie es fortzupflanzen streben Indem wir uns dieser so nahe liegendenSonderung anschließen unterscheiden wir auch in der Psychoanalyse dieSelbsterhaltungs oder IchTriebe von den Sexualtrieben und nennen dieKraft mit welcher der Sexualtrieb im Seelenleben auftritt _Libido_ sexuelles Verlangen als etwas dem Hunger dem Machtwillen udgl beiden IchTrieben analogesAuf dem Boden dieser Annahme machen wir dann die erste bedeutungsvolleEntdeckung Wir erfahren daß für das Verständnis der neurotischenErkrankungen den Sexualtrieben die weitaus größere Bedeutung zukommtdaß die Neurosen sozusagen die spezifischen Erkrankungen derSexualfunktion sind Daß es von der Quantität der Libido und von derMöglichkeit sie zu befriedigen und durch Befriedigung abzuführenabhängt ob ein Mensch überhaupt an einer Neurose erkrankt Daß die Formder Erkrankung bestimmt wird durch die Art wie der einzelne denEntwicklungsweg der Sexualfunktion zurückgelegt hat oder wie wirsagen durch die Fixierungen welche seine Libido im Laufe ihrerEntwicklung erfahren hat Und daß wir in einer gewissen nicht sehreinfachen Technik der psychischen Beeinflussung ein Mittel haben mancheGruppen der Neurosen gleichzeitig aufzuklären und rückgängig zu machenDen besten Erfolg hat unsere therapeutische Bemühung bei einer gewissenKlasse von Neurosen die aus dem Konflikt zwischen den IchTrieben undden Sexualtrieben hervorgehen Beim Menschen kommt es nämlich vor daßdie Anforderungen der Sexualtriebe die ja weit über das Einzelwesenhinausgreifen dem Ich als Gefahr erscheinen die seine Selbsterhaltungoder seine Selbstachtung bedrohen Dann setzt sich das Ich zur Wehreversagt den Sexualtrieben die gewünschte Befriedigung nötigt sie zujenen Umwegen einer Ersatzbefriedigung die sich als nervöse SymptomekundgebenDie psychoanalytische Therapie bringt es dann zustande denVerdrängungsprozeß einer Revision zu unterziehen und den Konflikt zueinem besseren mit der Gesundheit verträglichen Ausgang zu leitenUnverständige Gegnerschaft wirft uns dann unsere Schätzung derSexualtriebe als einseitig vor Der Mensch habe noch andere Interessenals die sexuellen Das haben wir keinen Augenblick lang vergessen oderverleugnet Unsere Einseitigkeit ist wie die des Chemikers der alleKonstitutionen auf die Kraft der chemischen Attraktion zurückführt Erleugnet darum die Schwerkraft nicht er überläßt ihre Würdigung demPhysikerWährend der therapeutischen Arbeit müssen wir uns um die Verteilung derLibido bei dem Kranken bekümmern wir forschen nach an welcheObjektvorstellungen seine Libido gebunden ist und machen sie frei umsie dem Ich zur Verfügung zu stellen Dabei sind wir dazu gekommen unsein sehr merkwürdiges Bild von der anfänglichen der Urverteilung derLibido beim Menschen zu machen Wir mußten annehmen daß zu Beginn derindividuellen Entwicklung alle Libido alles erotische Streben alleLiebesfähigkeit an die eigene Person geknüpft ist wie wir sagen daseigene Ich besetzt Erst später geschieht es in Anlehnung an dieBefriedigung der großen Lebensbedürfnisse daß die Libido vom Ich aufdie äußeren Objekte überfließt wodurch wir erst in die Lage kommen dielibidinösen Triebe als solche zu erkennen und von den IchTrieben zuunterscheiden Von diesen Objekten kann die Libido wieder abgelöst undins Ich zurückgezogen werdenDen Zustand in dem das Ich die Libido bei sich behält heißen wir_Narzißmus_ in Erinnerung der griechischen Sage vom Jüngling_Narzissus_ der in sein eigenes Spiegelbild verliebt bliebWir schreiben also dem Individuum einen Fortschritt zu vom Narzißmus zurObjektliebe Aber wir glauben nicht daß jemals die gesamte Libido desIchs auf die Objekte übergeht Ein gewisser Betrag von Libido verbleibtimmer beim Ich ein gewisses Maß von Narzißmus bleibt trotzhochentwickelter Objektliebe fortbestehen Das Ich ist ein großesReservoir aus dem die für die Objekte bestimmte Libido ausströmt unddem sie von den Objekten her wieder zufließt Die Objektlibido warzuerst IchLibido und kann sich wieder in IchLibido umsetzen Es istfür die volle Gesundheit der Person wesentlich daß ihre Libido dievolle Beweglichkeit nicht verliere Zur Versinnlichung diesesVerhältnisses denken wir an ein Protoplasmatierchen dessen zähflüssigeSubstanz Pseudopodien Scheinfüßchen aussendet Fortsetzungen inwelche sich die Leibessubstanz hineinerstreckt die aber jederzeitwieder eingezogen werden können so daß die Form des Protoplasmaklümpchenswieder hergestellt wirdWas ich durch diese Andeutungen zu beschreiben versucht habe ist die_Libidotheorie_ der Neurosen auf welche alle unsere Auffassungen vomWesen dieser krankhaften Zustände und unser therapeutisches Vorgehengegen dieselben begründet sind Es ist selbstverständlich daß wir dieVoraussetzungen der Libidotheorie auch für das normale Verhalten geltendmachen Wir sprechen vom Narzißmus des kleinen Kindes und wir schreibenes dem überstarken Narzißmus des primitiven Menschen zu daß er an dieAllmacht seiner Gedanken glaubt und darum den Ablauf der Begebenheitenin der äußeren Welt durch die Technik

Produced by Greg Weeks Stephen Blundell and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet _Roger Arcot explores the fringes of a really never forgotten world the introduction to which is an aged manuscript _De Necromantiae_ and the wish not too repressed to pledge your soul to the Devil There are many strange memories and unhappy frustrated souls in this Fantastic Universe of oursstrange and sinister memories and stranger urges frightening urges that refuse to die in the heart of Brother Ambrose_ grrr _by ROGER ARCOT_ He had borne the thousand and one injuries with humility and charity But the insults These were more than he could sufferGrrr There he goes again Brother Ambrose could scarce restrain thehatred that seethed and churned in his breast as his smallish eyesfollowed Brother Lorenzo headed once more for his beloved geraniums theinevitable wateringpot gripped in both hands the inevitable devotionsrising in a whispered stream from his saintly lips The very fact theman lived was a mockery to human justice Gods blood but if thoughtscould only kill_Ave Virgo_The thousand and one injuries of Fray Lorenzo he had borne as aChristian monk should with humility and charity But the insults ayethe insults to faith and reason They were more than a generous Fathercould expect His most adoring servant to suffer werent they To haveto sit next to the man for instance at evening meal and hear his sillyprattle of the weather Next years crop of cork we can scarcely expectoakgalls he says Isnt _petroselinum_ the name for parsley Noits Greek you swine And whats the Greek name for Swines Snout Icould hurl it at you like the Pope hurling anathema _Salve tibi_ Itsticks in ones craw to bless him with the rest Would God our cloisternumbered thirtyandnine instead of fortyFor days now for weeks Brother Ambrose had witnessed and endured thefalse piety of the man How hed ever got admitted to the order in thefirst place beat all supposition It must have been his sanctimoniousapplecheeks or Heaven forbid such simony some rich relative greasedthe palm of the Prior _Saint forsooth_Brother Ambrose recalled just a week previous they had been outside thewalls a round dozen of the brothers gathering the first few bushels ofgrapes to make the good Benedictine wine And all men tended to theirduty in the vineyardsave who Save lecherous Lorenzo whose job was toattend the press Picked the assignment himself most likely so hecould ogle the brown thighs and browner ankles of Dolores squatting onthe Convent bank _gitana_ slut with her flashing eyes and hint of sweetdelight in those cherryred lips and coquettish tossing shoulders A mancould see she was child of the devil flesh to tempt to eternalhellfireBut how skillful Brother Lorenzo had been in keeping the glow in hisdead eye from being seen by the others Only Ambrose had known it wasthere Invisible to even the world perhaps but lurking just the samein Lorenzos feverishly disguised brain _Si_ there and lusting beyonda doubt By ones faith the blueblack hair of Dolores would make anyweak man itch and the stories that had floated on the breeze that daylivelily exchanged between her and that roguish Sanchicha the_lavandera_ Lorenzo must surely have lapped them all up like a hungryspaniel though he cleverly turned his head away so you would not guessAfter all Ambrose scarcely a step closer could recall clearly everyword of the bawdy talesBack to the table again and Brother Ambrose once more noticed how FrayLorenzo never let his fork and knife lie crosswise an obvious tributehe himself always made in Our Senors praise Nor did Lorenzo honorthe Trinity by drinking his orangepulp in three quiet sips rather theArian heretic he drained it at a gulp Now he was out trimming hismyrtlebush And touching up his rosesGrrr again Watching his enemy putter away in the deepening twilightthat followed the decline of the Andalusian sun Brother Ambroserecalled the other traps he had lain to trip the hypocrite Traps setand failed but oh so delicious anyhow these attempts to send himflying off to Hell where he belonged a Cathar or a Manichee That lastone involving the pornographic French novel so scrofulous and wickedHow could it failed to have snared its prey Especially when FrayAmbrose had spent such sleepless nights working out his plot in greatdetailBrother Ambrose allowed himself an inward chortle as he paced along theportico recollecting how close to success the scheme had come The bookhad had to be read first or reread rather by Ambrose to determinejust which chapter would be most apt to damn a soul with concupiscentsuggestion Gray paper with blunt type the whole book had been easyenough to grasp for that matterwhat with the words so badly spelledout The cuckoldry tales of Boccaccio and that gay old archpriest JuanRuiz de Hita what dry reading they seemed by comparisonalmost likedecretalsAs if by misadventure Brother Ambrose had left the book in Lorenzoscell the pages doubled down at the woeful sixteenth print Ah therehad been a passage Simply glancing at it you groveled hand and foot inBelials gripBut that twicecursed Lorenzo must have had the devils luck that dayA breeze sprang up to flip the volume closed and the monk not knowingthe books owner and espying only its name had handed it over to thePrior who had promptly turned the monastery upside down in search offurther such adulterous contrabandWorse fortune followed The next day Brother Lorenzo had come down witha temporary stroke of blindnessit lasted only a week but even so forseven days Ambrose had been forced to labor in his stead in the draftylibrary copying boresome scrolls in a light scarcely less dim thanmoonlight Worse still the Prior had found mistakes letters droppedtransposed Latin was so bothersomely regular compared to the vulgartongue For what he called such inexcusable slovenliness the Priorhad imposed a penance of bread and water and extra toil_Slovenliness_ Why didnt the Priorwas he blind toonotice thedeadly sins that were

Produced by Greg Weeks Stephen Blundell and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet _It was a strange and bitter Earth over which the Chancellor ruleda strange and deformed world There were times when the Chancellor suspected that he really was a humanistic old fool but this seemed to be his destiny and it was difficult to be anything else Human like all other organic life on Earth was dying Where it spawned it spawned monsters What was to be the answer_ its all yours _by Sam Merwin Jr_ It was a lonely thing to rule over a dying worlda world that had become sick so terribly sickThe Chancellors private washroom discreetly off the innermost of hisofficial suite of offices was a dream of gleaming black porcelain andsolid gold Each spout each faucet was a gracefully stylized mermaidthe combination stall showersteam room a marvel of hydraulic comfortand decor with variable lighting plotted to give the user every sort ofbeneficial ray from ultraviolet to black heatBut Bliss was used to it At the moment as he washed his hands he wasfar more concerned with the reflection of his face in the mirror abovethe dolphinshaped bowl With a sort of wry resignation he accepted thered rims of fatigue around his eyes the batch of white at his lefttemple that was spreading toward the top of his dark wellgroomed headHe noted that the lines rising from the corners of his mouth to thecurves of his nostrils seemed to have deepened noticeably during thepast few daysAs he dried his hands in the airstream he told himself that he wasletting his imagination run away with himimagination had always beenhis weakness and a grave failing for a head of state And while he drewon his special featherweight gloves he reminded himself that if hewas aging prematurely it was nobodys fault but his own No other manor woman approaching qualification for the job would have taken itonlya sentimental humanistic fool like himselfHe took a quick sip from the benzedral fountain waited for therestorative to do its work Then feeling moderately refreshed hereturned to his office sank into the plastifoam cushions of the chairbehind his tabletop mountain of a desk and pressed the button thatinformed Myra his confidential secretary he was readyThere were five in the delegationby their collars or robes a priesta rabbi a lama a darkskinned Watusi witchman and a white robed abbessdraped in chaste flowing white Automatically he surveyed themchecking The priests right shoe was twice as broad as his left therabbis head beneath the black cap that covered it was long and thinas a zucchini squash The witchman defiantly bare and black as ebonyfrom the waist up had a tiny duplicate of his own handsome headsprouting from the base of his sternum The visible deformities of thelama and abbess were concealed beneath their flowing robes But theywere therethey had to be thereBliss rose as they entered and said waving a gloved hand at the chairson their side of the desk Greetings sirs and madamplease beseated And when they were comfortable Now to what do I owe thehonor of this visitHe knew of coursesometimes he thought he knew more than any manshould be allowed or able to knowbut courtesy and custom demanded thequestion It was the witchman who answered Apparently he was spokesmanfor the groupHe said speaking beautiful Cantabrigian English Honorable sir wehave come as representatives of the religions of the world not toprotest but in a spirit of enquiry Our flocks grow increasinglyrestive when they are not leaving us altogether our influence growsless We wish to know what steps if any are being taken towardmodification or abrogation of the sterility program Without hope ofposterity mankind is lostWhile the others murmured their agreement Bliss focused his gaze on thesealed lids of the tiny face sprouting from the Watusis breastbone Hewondered if there were eyes behind them if there were a tongue behindthose tiny clamped lips and what words such a tongue would utter if itcould speakWe are waiting honorable sir the spokesman saidShaking himself free of the absorption Bliss glanced at theteleprompter on his desk Efficient as ever Myra had their names therebefore him He said Gentle Rhauchi I believe a simple expositionof our situation and of what programs we are seeking to meet andmitigate it with will give you the answers Not perhaps the answersyou seek but the answers we must accept Although the reports from World Laboratories changed from day to day heknew the speech by heart For the problem remained Humanity likevirtually all other organic life on Earth was dying Where it spawnedit spawned monsters On threedimensional vidar rolls he showed themlive shots of what the laboratories were doing what they were trying todoin the insemination groups the incubators the raybombardmentchambers the parthenogenesis bureauStudying them he could see by their expressions hear by the prayersthey muttered how shocking these revelations were It was one thing toknow what was going onanother for them to see for themselves It wasneither prettynor hopefulWhen it was over the rabbi spoke He said in deep slightly gutturalvastly impressive intonations What about Mars honorable sir Have youreached communication with our brothers and sisters on the red planetBliss shook his head He glanced at the almacalendar at his elbow andtold them Mars continues to maintain silenceas it has for twohundred and thirtyone years Ever since the final warThey knew it but they had to hear it from him to accept it evenbriefly There was silence long wretched silence Then the abbessspoke She said Couldnt we send out a ship to study conditions firsthand honorable sirBliss sighed He said The last four spaceships on Earth were sent toMars at twoyear intervals during the last perihelions Not one of themcame back That was more than a half century ago Since I accepted thisoffice I have had some of our ablest remaining scientific brainsworking on the problem of building a new

Produced by Amy E ZelmerTHE PAST CONDITION OF ORGANIC NATURELecture II of VI Lectures To Working Men at the Museum ofPractical Geology 1863 On Darwins work Origin of Speciesby Thomas H HuxleyIN the lecture which I delivered last Monday evening I endeavoured tosketch in a very brief manner but as well as the time at my disposalwould permit the present condition of organic nature meaning bythat large title simply an indication of the great broad and generalprinciples which are to be discovered by those who look attentively atthe phenomena of organic nature as at present displayed The generalresult of our investigations might be summed up thus we found that themultiplicity of the forms of animal life great as that may be may bereduced to a comparatively few primitive plans or types of constructionthat a further study of the development of those different formsrevealed to us that they were again reducible until we at last broughtthe infinite diversity of animal and even vegetable life down to theprimordial form of a single cellWe found that our analysis of the organic world whether animals orplants showed in the long run that they might both be reduced intoand were in fact composed of the same constituents And we sawthat the plant obtained the materials constituting its substance bya peculiar combination of matters belonging entirely to the inorganicworld that then the animal was constantly appropriating thenitrogenous matters of the plant to its own nourishment and returningthem back to the inorganic world in what we spoke of as its waste andthat finally when the animal ceased to exist the constituents of itsbody were dissolved and transmitted to that inorganic world whence theyhad been at first abstracted Thus we saw in both the blade of grass andthe horse but the same elements differently combined and arranged Wediscovered a continual circulation going onthe plant drawing in theelements of inorganic nature and combining them into food for the animalcreation the animal borrowing from the plant the matter for its ownsupport giving off during its life products which returned immediatelyto the inorganic world and that eventually the constituent materialsof the whole structure of both animals and plants were thus returned totheir original source there was a constant passage from one state ofexistence to another and a returning back againLastly when we endeavoured to form some notion of the nature of theforces exercised by living beings we discovered that theyifnot capable of being subjected to the same minute analysis as theconstituents of those beings themselvesthat they were correlativewiththat they were the equivalents of the forces of inorganicnaturethat they were in the sense in which the term is now usedconvertible with them That was our general resultAnd now leaving the Present I must endeavour in the same manner to putbefore you the facts that are to be discovered in the Past history ofthe living world in the past conditions of organic nature We havetonight to deal with the facts of that historya history involvingperiods of time before which our mere human records sink into utterinsignificancea history the variety and physical magnitude of whoseevents cannot even be foreshadowed by the history of human life andhuman phenomenaa history of the most varied and complex characterWe must deal with the history then in the first place as we shoulddeal with all other histories The historical student knows that hisfirst business should be to inquire into the validity of his evidenceand the nature of the record in which the evidence is contained thathe may be able to form a proper estimate of the correctness of theconclusions which have been drawn from that evidence So here we mustpass in the first place to the consideration of a matter which mayseem foreign to the question under discussion We must dwell upon thenature of the records and the credibility of the evidence they containwe must look to the completeness or incompleteness of those recordsthemselves before we turn to that which they contain and reveal Thequestion of the credibility of the history happily for us will notrequire much consideration for in this history unlike those of humanorigin there can be no cavilling no differences as to the reality andtruth of the facts of which it is made up the facts state themselvesand are laid out clearly before usBut although one of the greatest difficulties of the historical studentis cleared out of our path there are other difficultiesdifficultiesin rightly interpreting the facts as they are presented to uswhichmay be compared with the greatest difficulties of any other kinds ofhistorical studyWhat is this record of the past history of the globe and what are thequestions which are involved in an inquiry into its completeness orincompleteness That record is composed of mud and the question whichwe have to investigate this evening resolves itself into a questionof the formation of mud You may think perhaps that this is avast stepof almost from the sublime to the ridiculousfrom thecontemplation of the history of the past ages of the worlds existenceto the consideration of the history of the formation of mud Butin nature there is nothing mean and unworthy of attention thereis nothing ridiculous or contemptible in any of her works and thisinquiry you will soon see I hope takes us to the very root andfoundations of our subjectHow then is mud formed Always with some trifling exception whichI need not consider nowalways as the result of the action of waterwearing down and disintegrating the surface of the earth and rocks withwhich it comes in contactpounding and grinding it down and carryingthe particles away to places where they cease to be disturbed by thismechanical action and where they can subside and rest For the oceanurged by winds washes as we know a long extent of coast and everywave loaded as it is with particles of sand and gravel as it breaksupon the shore does something towards the disintegrating process Andthus slowly but surely the hardest rocks are gradually ground down toa powdery substance and the mud thus formed coarser or finer as thecase may be is

Produced by Pedro Saborano produced from scanned imagesof public domain material from Google Book Search Notas de transcrição No livro original existia uma errata no final do mesmo Os erros identificados nessa errata foram corrigidos nesta edição tendose mantido a lista de erros originais Adicionalmente foram corrigidos alguns erros tipográficos evidentes Nesta edição em texto simples não se faz referencia às ilustrações presentes no livro impresso já que não contém informação relevante _CAETANO ALBERTO_ DESCOBRIMENTO DAS FILIPPINAS PELO NAVEGADOR PORTUGUEZ FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES _Edição illustrada_ LISBOA EMPREZA DO OCCIDENTE Largo do Poço Novo 1898 DESCOBRIMENTO DAS FILIPPINAS _CAETANO ALBERTO_ DESCOBRIMENTO DAS FILIPPINAS PELO NAVEGADOR PORTUGUEZ FERNÃO DE MAGALHÃES _Edição illustrada_ LISBOA EMPREZA DO OCCIDENTE 1898 _Á memoria de seu tio_ O CAPITÃO Paulo Antonio da Rocha _O e D_ O AuctorI_Primus circumdidisti me_Foste o primeiro que me circumdouFoi estaa divisa que Carlos V o imperador escreveu na esphera que encimou obrazão de Sebastião de Elcano o afortunado piloto castelhano que domar do sul trouxe a S Lucar de Barrameda a nau _Victoria_ com anoticia da descoberta das ilhas Mariannas tendo dado a volta ao mundoAfortunado chamámos a Sebastião de Elcano e que maior fortuna quecolher os loiros que deviam cingir a fronte de outro a quem a sua máestrella lhe anoitou a existencia depois de o ter guiado á victoriaE que outro podia ser que um portuguez a devassar os mares a circundaro globoQue de emprezas arrojadas que de feitos darmas que de acçõesgenerosas que de progressos das sciencias se poderão apontar nahistoria que não encontreis á sua frente primeiro entre osprimeiroso portuguezAh que até chego a duvidar se estou acordado ou sonhando quando ouçopara ahi tanto pessimismo a amesquinhar o nosso valor a duvidar adescrêr de nós propriosNão ha talvez outro exemplo de uma nacionalidade assimTão grande tão prestimosa tão

Produced by David Edwards Marcia Brooks and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Thisfile was made using scans of public domain works put onlineby Harvard University Librarys Open Collections ProgramWomen Working 1800 1930THE GIRL SCOUTS_A Training School forWomanhood_By KATE DOUGLAS WIGGINIllustrationSeries No 11GIRL SCOUTS NATIONAL HEADQUARTERS189 Lexington AvenueNew York CityA Training School for Womanhood_By Kate Douglas Wiggin_I am heartily interested in the Girl Scouts of America The fact is Ithink I was always a Girl Scout myself although the name was unknownyes from the very beginning Even my first youthful story was scoutyin tone if I may invent a word Then for a few years afterward when Iwas scoutingly busy educating little street Arabs in San Francisco Iwrote books too for and about younger children but there came a timewhen Polly Olivers Problem brought me a girl public It was not anoppressively large one that is I never was mobbed in the streets byPollys admirers but they existed and Heavens how many letters theywroteI see now that Polly was a real girl scout but faithful as sheunconsciously was to the then unwritten laws of the sisterhood shefaded into insignificance when my absolutely truetotype Scout appearedin the guise of Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm Rebecca did not reformconvert or uplift her seniors her parents grandparents neighbors andconstituents but she could never keep her hands off things that neededto be done and whatever enterprise was on hand there was Rebecca to befoundsometimes on the outskirts frequently I fear in its stormcentreDo you remember that it was Rebecca and her twelveyearold friends whosewed the white stars on the Riverboro homemade flag just as theRoosevelt High School girls have been doing for their great leader theselast weeksMy summer home lies between two Maine villages on opposite sides of theSaco River There are Girl Scouts and Boy Scouts in each of thevillages but off the main roads almost on the fringe of the pineforests are boys and girls too far away from one another to reach anygroup One little chap said to me My brother Tim wants to be a Scoutbut there isnt anybody to be a leader and the boys live too far apartTims got all the circulars and books and instructions and he can be alone scout but he doesnt want to be a lone scoutTim doesnt hewants to be with other boysThe very words A lone scout suggested a story to me that I have neverwritten but wish that these words might reach the eye of a girl whowould like to practise the scout virtues even if she cannot belong tothe great band It is hard without the companionship and inspiration ofa large friendly company to follow a secret ideal and an imaginaryleader to be a lone scout yet to be working with thousands of unknownlittle sisters All the while that the lone scout is learning to be awomantrue brave busy thrifty cheerful she can say to herself Tohelp a little is to do the work of the world That is the real sloganof the Girl Scouts since for the most part they do little duties assumesmall responsibilities carry the lighter burdens Above all they learnto Carry on doing a womans work in a womans way doing small thingsthat women have always done as well as the new things that have openedto women either by their own pluck or because men have at least givenwomen a chance and doing them patiently selfforgettingly with theoldfashioned touch of a womans hand The world isnt in need of womenwho are duplicates of men A girl should try to be the best scout in theworld if it is in her to go so far but she must remember that afterall she is a Girl not a Boy ScoutEnd of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Girl Scouts A Training School forWomanhood by Kate Douglas Wiggin

Produced by An Anonymous Volunteer and David WidgerPAUL PRESCOTTS CHARGEBy Horatio Alger JrAlger Series For Boys About 50 Titles Uniform With This Volume TO The Boys Whose Memory Goes Back With Me To The Boarding School At Potowome This Volume Is Affectionately Dedicated By The AuthorPREFACEPAUL PRESCOTTS CHARGE is presented to the public as the second volumeof the Campaign Series Though wholly unlike the first volume it iswritten in furtherance of the same main idea that every boys life isa campaign more or less difficult in which success depends uponintegrity and a steadfast adherence to dutyHow Paul Prescott gained strength by battling with adversecircumstances and under all discouragements kept steadily before himthe charge which he received from his dying father is fully told andthe author will be glad if the record shall prove an incentive and anencouragement to those boys who may have a similar campaign before themPAUL PRESCOTTS CHARGEISQUIRE NEWCOMEHANNAHThe speaker was a tall pompouslooking man whose age appeared to vergeclose upon fifty He was sitting bolt upright in a highbacked chairand looked as if it would be quite impossible to deviate from hisposition of unbending rigiditySquire Benjamin Newcome as he was called in the right of his positionas Justice of the Peace Chairman of the Selectmen and wealthiestresident of Wrenville was a man of rule and measure He was measuredin his walk measured in his utterance and measured in all histransactions He might be called a dignified machine He had a veryexalted conception of his own position and the respect which he felt tobe his due not only from his own household but from all who approachedhim If the President of the United States had called upon him SquireNewcome would very probably have felt that he himself was the party whoconferred distinction and not received itSquire Newcome was a widower His wife who was as different fromhimself as could well be conceived did not live long after marriageShe was chilled to death as it was thought by the dignified icebergof whose establishment she had become a part She had left however achild who had now grown to be a boy of twelve This boy was a thornin the side of his father who had endeavored in vain to mould himaccording to his idea of propriety But Ben was gifted with a spirit offun sometimes running into mischief which was constantly bursting outin new directions in spite of his fathers numerous and rather prosylecturesHannah again called Squire Newcome separating the two syllables bya pause of deliberation and strongly accenting the last syllableahabit of his with all proper namesHannah was the Irish servant of all work who was just then engaged inmixing up bread in the room adjoining which was the kitchenFeeling a natural reluctance to appear before her employer with herhands covered with dough she hastily washed them All this howevertook time and before she responded to the first summons the secondHannah delivered with a little sharp emphasis had been utteredAt length she appeared at the door of the sittingroomHannah said Squire Newcome fixing his cold gray eye upon her whenyou hear my voice a calling you it is your duty to answer the summonsIMMEJIATELYI have endeavored to represent the Squires pronunciation of the lastwordSo I would have come IMMEJOUSLY said Hannah displaying a mostreprehensible ignorance but me hands were all covered with flourThat makes no difference interrupted the Squire Flour is anaccidental circumstanceWhats that thought Hannah opening her eyes in amazementAnd should not be allowed to interpose an obstacle to an IMMEJIATEanswer to my summonsSir said Hannah who guessed at the meaning though she did notunderstand the words you wouldnt have me dirty the doorhandle withme doughy handsThat could easily be remedied by ablutionThere aint any ablution in the house said the mystified HannahI mean Squire Newcome condescended to explain the application ofwaterin short washingShure said Hannah as light broke in upon her mind I never knewthat was what they called it beforeIs Benjamin at homeYes sir He was out playin in the yard a minute ago I guess you cansee him from the winderSo saying she stepped forward and looking out all at once gave ashrill scream and rushed from the room leaving her employer in hisboltupright attitude gazing after her with as much astonishment as hewas capable ofThe cause of her sudden exit was revealed on looking out of the windowMaster Benjamin or Ben as he was called everywhere except in hisown family had got possession of the black kitten and appeared to besubmerging her in the hogshead of rainwaterO you wicked cruel boy to drown poor Kitty exclaimed the indignantHannah rushing into the yard and endeavoring to snatch her felinefavoritean attempt which Ben stoutly resistedDoubtless the poor kitten would have fared badly between the two hadnot the window opened and the deliberate voice of his father calledout in tones which Ben saw fit to heedWhatCome into my presence immejiately and learn to answer me with morerespectBen came in looking half defiantHis father whose perpendicularity made him look like a sittinggrenadier commenced the examination thusI wish you to inform me what you was a doing of when I spoke to youIt will be observed that the Squires dignified utterances weresometimes a little at variance with the rule of the best moderngrammariansI was trying to prevent Hannah from taking the kitten said BenWhat was you a doing of before Hannah went outPlaying with KittyWhy were you standing near the hogshead BenjaminWhy said Ben ingenuously the hogshead happened to be near methatwas allWere you not trying to drown the kittenO I wouldnt drown her for anything said Ben with an injuredexpression mentally adding short of a threecent pieceThen to repeat my interrogatory what was you a doing of with thekitten in the hogsheadI was teaching her to swim said Ben looking out of the corner ofhis

Produced by Nick Wall and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet This file wasproduced from images generously made available by TheInternet ArchiveCanadian Libraries Transcribers Note Obvious punctuation errors have been corrected A list of other changes is supplied at the end of the book AUSTRALIA REVENGED BY BOOMERANG LONDON REMINGTON AND COMPANY LIMITED 15 KING STREET COVENT GARDEN AND SYDNEY 1894 _All Rights Reserved_PREFACEEach character in this work is a type The Australian characters may bemet with every day in the Colonies Nor are Villiers Wyckliffe and theDetlij Club distorted figments of the imagination and the broken heartis a symbol of the aims of the one and the object of the otherssoftened down so that the cheek of modesty may be spared a blushIn those parts of the work where Colonial Governors are mentioned theyappear in a less heroic light than that in which one ordinarily seesthem in print Therefore for the further enlightenment of the reader anappendix has been added in which the standpoint wherefrom YoungAustralia views them is fully explainedBoomerang is the joint _nomdeplume_ of a Young Australian and hiscollaborator BLondon October 1894CONTENTS I THE DETLIJ CLUB 1 II CONFIDENCES 14 III THE MIAMIA 26 IV THE BALL 38 V THE OATH 48 VI REVENGE 63 VII HAL 79 VIII ADELAIDE 94 IX MELBOURNE 114 X CABBIES 128 XI LAUNCESTON 144 XII GOODCHILDS 156 XIII PORT ARTHUR 170 XIV EASTELLA 182 XV MAY 192 XVI HOBART 203 XVII SYDNEY 214 XVIII THE GIRLS 222 XIX HIL 232 XX BRISBANE 242 XXI TOOWOOMBA 254 XXII

Produced by Amy E ZelmerON SOME FOSSIL REMAINS OF MANBy Thomas H HuxleyI HAVE endeavoured to show in the preceding Essay that the ANTHROPINIor Man Family form a very well defined group of the Primates betweenwhich and the immediately following Family the CATARHINI there is inthe existing world the same entire absence of any transitional form orconnecting link as between the CATARHINI and PLATYRHINIIt is a commonly received doctrine however that the structuralintervals between the various existing modifications of organic beingsmay be diminished or even obliterated if we take into account the longand varied succession of animals and plants which have preceded thosenow living and which are known to us only by their fossilized remainsHow far this doctrine is well based how far on the other hand as ourknowledge at present stands it is an overstatement of the real facts ofthe case and an exaggeration of the conclusions fairly deducible fromthem are points of grave importance but into the discussion of whichI do not at present propose to enter It is enough that such a view ofthe relations of extinct to living beings has been propounded to leadus to inquire with anxiety how far the recent discoveries of humanremains in a fossil state bear out or oppose that viewI shall confine myself in discussing this question to thosefragmentary Human skulls from the caves of Engis in the valley ofthe Meuse in Belgium and of the Neanderthal near Dusseldorf thegeological relations of which have been examined with so much careby Sir Charles Lyell upon whose high authority I shall take it forgranted that the Engis skull belonged to a contemporary of the MammothElephas primigenius and of the woolly Rhinoceros Rhinocerostichorhinus with the bones of which it was found associated and thatthe Neanderthal skull is of great though uncertain antiquity Whateverbe the geological age of the latter skull I conceive it is quite safeon the ordinary principles of paleontological reasoning to assumethat the former takes us to at least the further side of the vaguebiological limit which separates the present geological epoch fromthat which immediately preceded it And there can be no doubt that thephysical geography of Europe has changed wonderfully since the bonesof Men and Mammoths Hyaenas and Rhinoceroses were washed pellmell intothe cave of EngisThe skull from the cave of Engis was originally discovered by ProfessorSchmerling and was described by him together with other human remainsdisinterred at the same time in his valuable work Recherches sur lesossemens fossiles decouverts dans les cavernes de la Province deLiege published in 1833 p 59 et seq from which the followingparagraphs are extracted the precise expressions of the author beingas far as possible preservedIn the first place I must remark that these human remains which arein my possession are characterized like thousands of bones which I havelately been disinterring by the extent of the decomposition whichthey have undergone which is precisely the same as that of the extinctspecies all with a few exceptions are broken some few are roundedas is frequently found to be the case in fossil remains of otherspecies The fractures are vertical or oblique none of them are erodedtheir colour does not differ from that of other fossil bones and variesfrom whitish yellow to blackish All are lighter than recent bones withthe exception of those which have a calcareous incrustation and thecavities of which are filled with such matterThe cranium which I have caused to be figured Plate I Figs 1 2 isthat of an old person The sutures are beginning to be effaced all thefacial bones are wanting and of the temporal bones only a fragment ofthat of the right side is preservedThe face and the base of the cranium had been detached before theskull was deposited in the cave for we were unable to find those partsthough the whole cavern was regularly searched The cranium was met withat a depth of a metre and a half five feet nearly hidden underan osseous breccia composed of the remains of small animals andcontaining one rhinoceros tusk with several teeth of horses and ofruminants This breccia which has been spoken of above p 30 was ametre 3 14 feet about wide and rose to the height of a metre anda half above the floor of the cavern to the walls of which it adheredstronglyThe earth which contained this human skull exhibited no trace ofdisturbance teeth of rhinoceros horse hyaena and bear surrounded iton all sidesIllustration FIG 23The skull from the cave of Engisviewed fromthe right side a glabella b occipital protuberance a to bglabellooccipital line c auditory foramenThe famous Blumenbach 1 has directed attention to the differencespresented by the form and the dimensions of human crania of differentraces This important work would have assisted us greatly if theface a part essential for the determination of race with more or lessaccuracy had not been wanting in our fossil craniumWe are convinced that even if the skull had been complete it would nothave been possible to pronounce with certainty upon a single specimenfor individual variations are so numerous in the crania of one and thesame race that one cannot without laying oneself open to large chancesof error draw any inference from a single fragment of a cranium to thegeneral form of the head to which it belongedNevertheless in order to neglect no point respecting the form of thisfossil skull we may observe that from the first the elongated andnarrow form of the forehead attracted our attentionIn fact the slight elevation of the frontal its narrowness andthe form of the orbit approximate it more nearly to the cranium ofan Ethiopian than to that of an European the elongated form and theproduced occiput are also characters which we believe to be observablein our fossil cranium but to remove all doubt upon that subject I havecaused the contours of the cranium of an European and of an Ethiopian tobe drawn and the foreheads represented Plate II Figs 1 and 2 andin the same plate Figs 3 and 4 will render the differences easilydistinguishable and a single glance

Produced by Amy E ZelmerON THE STUDY OF ZOOLOGYby Thomas H Huxley1NATURAL HISTORY is the name familiarly applied to the study of theproperties of such natural bodies as minerals plants and animals thesciences which embody the knowledge man has acquired upon these subjectsare commonly termed Natural Sciences in contradistinction to othersocalled physical sciences and those who devote themselvesespecially to the pursuit of such sciences have been and are commonlytermed NaturalistsLinnaeus was a naturalist in this wide sense and his Systema Naturaewas a work upon natural history in the broadest acceptation of theterm in it that great methodising spirit embodied all that was knownin his time of the distinctive characters of minerals animalsand plants But the enormous stimulus which Linnaeus gave to theinvestigation of nature soon rendered it impossible that any one manshould write another Systema Naturae and extremely difficult for anyone to become even a naturalist such as Linnaeus wasGreat as have been the advances made by all the three branches ofscience of old included under the title of natural history there canbe no doubt that zoology and botany have grown in an enormously greaterratio than mineralogy and hence as I suppose the name of naturalhistory has gradually become more and more definitely attached to theseprominent divisions of the subject and by naturalist people havemeant more and more distinctly to imply a student of the structure andfunction of living beingsHowever this may be it is certain that the advance of knowledgehas gradually widened the distance between mineralogy and its oldassociates while it has drawn zoology and botany closer together sothat of late years it has been found convenient and indeed necessaryto associate the sciences which deal with vitality and all its phenomenaunder the common head of biology and the biologists have cometo repudiate any bloodrelationship with their fosterbrothers themineralogistsCertain broad laws have a general application throughout both the animaland the vegetable worlds but the ground common to these kingdoms ofnature is not of very wide extent and the multiplicity of details is sogreat that the student of living beings finds himself obliged to devotehis attention exclusively either to the one or the other If he electsto study plants under any aspect we know at once what to call him Heis a botanist and his science is botany But if the investigation ofanimal life be his choice the name generally applied to him will varyaccording to the kind of animals he studies or the particular phenomenaof animal life to which he confines his attention If the study ofman is his object he is called an anatomist or a physiologist or anethnologist but if he dissects animals or examines into the mode inwhich their functions are performed he is a comparative anatomist orcomparative physiologist If he turns his attention to fossil animalshe is a palaeontologist If his mind is more particularly directedto the specific description discrimination classification anddistribution of animals he is termed a zoologistFor the purpose of the present discourse however I shall recognisenone of these titles save the last which I shall employ as theequivalent of botanist and I shall use the term zoology as denotingthe whole doctrine of animal life in contradistinction to botany whichsignifies the whole doctrine of vegetable lifeEmployed in this sense zoology like botany is divisible intothree great but subordinate sciences morphology physiology anddistribution each of which may to a very great extent be studiedindependently of the otherZoological morphology is the doctrine of animal form or structureAnatomy is one of its branches development is another whileclassification is the expression of the relations which differentanimals bear to one another in respect of their anatomy and theirdevelopmentZoological distribution is the study of animals in relation to theterrestrial conditions which obtain now or have obtained at anyprevious epoch of the earths historyZoological physiology lastly is the doctrine of the functions oractions of animals It regards animal bodies as machines impelled bycertain forces and performing an amount of work which can be expressedin terms of the ordinary forces of nature The final object ofphysiology is to deduce the facts of morphology on the one hand andthose of distribution on the other from the laws of the molecularforces of matterSuch is the scope of zoology But if I were to content myself with theenunciation of these dry definitions I should ill exemplify thatmethod of teaching this branch of physical science which it is my chiefbusiness tonight to recommend Let us turn away then from abstractdefinitions Let us take some concrete living thing some animal thecommoner the better and let us see how the application of common senseand common logic to the obvious facts it presents inevitably leads usinto all these branches of zoological scienceI have before me a lobster When I examine it what appears to be themost striking character it presents Why I observe that this part whichwe call the tail of the lobster is made up of six distinct hard ringsand a seventh terminal piece If I separate one of the middle rings saythe third I find it carries upon its under surface a pair of limbs orappendages each of which consists of a stalk and two terminal piecesSo that I can represent a transverse section of the ring and itsappendages upon the diagram board in this wayIf I now take the fourth ring I find it has the same structure and sohave the fifth and the second so that in each of these divisions ofthe tail I find parts which correspond with one another a ring andtwo appendages and in each appendage a stalk and two end pieces Thesecorresponding parts are called in the technical language of anatomyhomologous parts The ring of the third division is the homologue ofthe ring of the fifth the appendage of the former is the homologueof the appendage of the latter And as each division exhibitscorresponding parts in corresponding places we say that all thedivisions are constructed upon the same plan But now let us considerthe sixth division It is similar to and yet different from theothers The ring is essentially the same

Produced by Julia Miller and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet This file wasproduced from scans of public domain material produced byMicrosoft for their Live Search Books siteTranscribers NoteA number of typographical errors have been maintained in this version ofthis book They have been marked with a TN which refers to adescription in the complete list found at the end of the textInconsistencies in spelling and hyphenation have been maintained A listof inconsistently spelled and hyphenated words is found at the end ofthe textOe ligatures have been expandedTHE ANCIENT MONUMENTSOFNORTH AND SOUTH AMERICASECOND EDITIONCorrected enlarged and with some additionsBY C S RAFINESQUE A MPh D_Professor of Historical and Natural Sciences Member of many LearnedSocieties in Philadelphia New York Lexington CincinnattiTN1Nashville Paris Bordeaux Brussels Bonn Vienna Zurich Naples cthe American Antiquarian Society the Northern Antiquarian Society ofCopenhagen c_ The massive ruins the arts and skill unfold Of busy workers and their styles reveal The objects and designs of such devisers In silent voices they speak to thinking minds They teach who were the human throngs that left Uplifted marks for witness of past ages_PHILADELPHIA_1838Printed for the AuthorNOTICEThis Essay or Introduction to my Researches on the Antiquities andMonuments of North and South America was printed in September 1838 inthe first Number of the American Museum of Baltimore a literary monthlyperiodical undertaken by Messrs Brooks and Snodgrass as a new seriesof the North American Quarterly Magazine Being printed in a hurry andat a distance several material errors occuredTN2 which are nowrectified and this second edition will form thereby the Introduction tomy long contemplated Work on the Ancient Monuments of this continent towhich I alluded in my work on the Ancient Nations of America publishedin 1836 I will add some notes or additions thereto and maygradualyTN3 publish my original descriptions and views plans mapsc of such as I have surveyed examined and studied between 1818 andthis time comparing them with those observed by others in America orelsewhere of the same charactersuch works are of a national importanceor interest and ought to be patronized by the States or LearnedSocieties or wealthy patriots but if there is little prospect of theirdoing so I must either delay or curtail the publication of theinteresting materials collected for 20 years pastINTRODUCTIONThe feelings that lead some men to investigate remains of antiquity andsearch into their origin dates and purposes are similar to thoseactuating lofty minds when not satisfied with the surface of thingsthey inquire into the source and origin of every thing accessible tohuman ken and scrutinize or analizeTN4 every tangible object Suchfeelings lead us to trace events and principles to ascend rivers totheir sources to climb the rugged sides of mountains and reach theirlofty summits to plough the waves and dive into the sea or even soarinto the air to scan and measure the heavenly bodies and at last tolift our eyes and souls to the _Supreme Being_ the source ofallApplied to mankind the same feelings invite us to seek for theorigin of arts and sciences the steps of civilization on earth therise of nations states and empires tracing their cradles dispersionsand migrations by the dim records of traditional tales or the morecertain monumental evidence of human structuresThis last evidence is but a branch of the archeological scienceembracing besides the study of documents records medals coinsinscriptions implements c buried in the earth or hidden inrecesses while the ruins of cities palaces and temples altars andgraves pyramids and towers walls and roads sculptures andidolsreveal to our inquiries not only the existence of their devisersand framers at their locations but give us a view of theircivilization religions manners and abilitiesIf the annals of the Greeks and Romans had been lost as have been thoseof Egypt of Assyria and many other early empires we should still havein the ruins and monuments of Italy and Greece complete evidence ofthe existence of those nations their location power and skill nayeven of the extent of their dominion by their colonial monumentsscattered from Syria to Spain from Lybia to Britain If the Britishannals should ever be lost hereafter by neglect or revolutions theruins of dwellings churches monuments c built in the British stylewill reveal the existence or preserve the memory of the wide extent ofBritish power by colonies sent from North America to Guyana fromHindustan to Ceylon South Africa and AustraliaAnd thus it is in both Americas where many nations and empires havedwelt and passed away risen and fallen by turns leaving few or norecords except the traces of their existence and widely spreadcolonies by the ruins of their cities and monuments standing yet assilent witnesses of past dominion and great power It is only of latethat they have begun to deserve the attention of learned men andhistorianswhat had been stated by Ulloa Humboldt Juarros Delrioc of some of them chiefly found in the Spanish part of America aswell as the scattered accounts of the many fragments found in NorthAmerica from the lakes of Canada to Louisiana although confined to afew places or widely remote localities have begun to excite thecuriosity of all inquiring men and are soon likely to deserve as muchinterest as the famed ruins of Palmyra and Thebes Babylon andPersepolis when the future historians of America shall make known thewonderful and astonishing results that they have suggested or willsoon unfold particularly when accurately surveyed and explored drawnand engraved instead of being hidden and veiled or hardly noticed bythe detractors of the Americans the false historians of the school ofDepaw and Robertson who have perverted or omitted the most strikingfeatures of American historyThe most erroneous conceptions prevail as yet concerning them and themost rude or absurd ideas are entertained in our country of theirobjects and nature As in modern Greece every ruin is now a_Paleocastro_ or old castle for the vulgar peasant or herdsman thusall our ruins of the West are _Indian forts_ for the settlers of theWestern states and every traveller gazing at random at

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Produced by Chris Curnow Joseph Cooper and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTranscribers Note The Introduction by Jacob Viner was firstpublished without a copyright notice and therefore is in the publicdomainThe Augustan Reprint SocietyBERNARD MANDEVILLE_A Letter to Dion_1732With an Introduction by Jacob VinerPublication Number 41Los AngelesWilliam Andrews Clark Memorial LibraryUniversity of California1953GENERAL EDITORSH RICHARD ARCHER _Clark Memorial Library_RICHARD C BOYS _University of Michigan_RALPH COHEN _University of California Los Angeles_VINTON A DEARING _University of California Los Angeles_ASSISTANT EDITORW EARL BRITTON _University of Michigan_ADVISORY EDITORSEMMETT L AVERY _State College of Washington_BENJAMIN BOYCE _Duke University_LOUIS BREDVOLD _University of Michigan_JOHN BUTT _Kings College University of Durham_JAMES L CLIFFORD _Columbia University_ARTHUR FRIEDMAN _University of Chicago_EDWARD NILES HOOKER _University of California Los Angeles_LOUIS A LANDA _Princeton University_SAMUEL H MONK _University of Minnesota_EARNEST MOSSNER _University of Texas_JAMES SUTHERLAND _University College London_H T SWEDENBERG JR _University of California Los Angeles_CORRESPONDING SECRETARYEDNA C DAVIS _Clark Memorial Library_INTRODUCTIONThe _Letter to Dion_ Mandevilles last publication was in form areply to Bishop Berkeleys _Alciphron or the Minute Philosopher_ In_Alciphron_ a series of dialogues directed against free thinkers ingeneral Dion is the presiding host and Alciphron and Lysicles are theexpositors of objectionable doctrines Mandevilles _Fable of the Bees_is attacked in the Second Dialogue where Lysicles expounds someMandevillian views but is theologically an atheist politically arevolutionary and socially a leveller In the _Letter to Dion_however Mandeville assumes that Berkeley is charging him with all ofthese views and accuses Berkeley of unfairness and misrepresentationNeither _Alciphron_ nor the _Letter to Dion_ caused much of a stir The_Letter_ never had a second edition1 and is now exceedingly scarceThe significance of the _Letter_ would be minor if it were confined toits role in the exchange between Berkeley and Mandeville2 Berkeleyhad more sinners in mind than Mandeville and Mandeville more criticsthan Berkeley Berkeley however mere than any other critic seems tohave gotten under Mandevilles skin perhaps because Berkeley alonemade effective use against him of his own weapons of satire andridicule3 1 In its only foreign language translation the _Letter_ somewhat abbreviated is appended to the German translation of _The Fable of the Bees_ by Otto Bobertag _Mandevilles Bienenfabel_ Munich 1914 pp 349398 2 Berkeley again criticized Mandeville in _A Discourse Addressed to Magistrates_ 1736 _Works_ A C Fraser ed Oxford 1871 III 424 3 _A Vindication of the Reverend D By_ London 1734 applies to _Alciphron_ the comment of Shaftesbury that reverend authors who resort to dialogue form may perhaps find means to laugh gentlemen into their religion who have unfortunately been laughed out of it See Alfred Owen Aldridge Shaftesbury and the Deist Manifesto _Transactions of the American Philosophical Society_ New Series XLI 1951 Part 2 p 358Berkeley came to closest grips with _The Fable of the Bees_ when herejected Mandevilles grim picture of human nature and when he metMandevilles eulogy of luxury by the argument that expenditures onluxuries were no better support of employment than equivalent spendingon charity to the poor or than the more lasting life which would resultfrom avoidance of luxury4 4 Francis Hutcheson a fellowtownsman of Berkeley had previously made these points against Mandevilles treatment of luxury in letters to the _Dublin Journal_ in 1726 reprinted in Hutcheson _Reflections upon Laughter and Remarks upon the Fable of the Bees_ Glasgow 1750 pp 6163 and in James Arbuckle _Hibernicus Letters_ London 1729 Letter 46 In _The Fable of the Bees_ Mandeville concedes that gifts to charity would support employment as much as would equivalent expenditures on luxuries but argues that in practice the gifts would not be madeOf the few contemporary notices of the _Letter to Dion_ the mostimportant was by John Lord Hervey Hervey charged both Berkeley andMandeville with unfairness but aimed most of his criticism atBerkeley He claimed that _Alciphron_ displayed the weaknesses ofargument in dialogue form that it tended either to state theopponents case so strongly that it became difficult afterwards torefute it or so weakly that it was not worth answering He found faultwith Berkeley for denying that Mandeville had told a great manydisagreeable truthspresumably about human nature and its mode ofoperation in societyand with Mandeville for having told them inpublic He held I believe rightly that Mandeville in associatingvice with prosperity deliberately blurred the distinction between viceas an incidental consequence of prosperity and vice as its cause vicesaid Hervey is the child of Prosperity but not the Parent and the Vices which grow upon a flourishing People are not the Means bywhich they become so5 5 Lord Hervey _Some Remarks on the Minute Philosopher_ London 1732 pp 2223 4250T E Jessop in his introduction to his edition of _Alciphron_characterizes Berkeleys account of the argument of _The Fable of theBees_ as not unfair and says I can see no reason for whitewashingMandeville The content and manner of his writing invite retort ratherthan argument Berkeley gives both in the most sparkling of hisdialogues Mandeville wrote a feeble reply A _Letter to Dion_6 FB Kaye on the other hand says of the exchange between Berkeley andMandeville that men like Berkeley who may be termed thereligiousminded in their anguish threw logic to the winds andcriticized him ie Mandeville for the most inconsistent reasons7 6 _Alciphron or the Minute Philosopher_ T E Jessop ed in

Produced by Sankar Viswanathan Greg Weeks and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Transcribers NoteThis etext was produced from Amazing Science Fiction Stories April 1960Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the US copyrighton this publication was renewed _The little man stood in front of the monstrous machine as the synaptic drone heightened to a scream No no he whispered Dont you understand_ WERE FRIENDS NOW By HENRY HASSE ILLUSTRATED by VARGA Today more than other days Raoul Beardsley felt the burden the draggingsense of inevitability He frowned he glanced at his watch he leanedforward to speak to the copter pilot and then changed his mind Hesettled back and from idle habit adjusted his chairscope to thefamiliar broadspoked area of Washington just belowIll _not_ have it happening again today he told himself grimly and at once his thoughts quavered off into many tangles ofselfreproach Blasted nonsense the way Ive been acting A _machine_a damned gutless machine like that Why do I persist in letting it getto meHe pondered that and found no solace Delusion he snorted Hypersynapsedisorder thats how Jeff Arnold would explain _me_ I wishhed confine his diagnostics to the Mechanical Division where itbelongs Hes amused theyre all amused at mebut damn it they justdont knowBeardsleys rotund body sagged at the thought Adjusting thechairscope he fixed his gaze on the broad facade of CrimeCentralBuilding far across the city again he felt the burgeoning embarrassmentand foreboding but he put it down with an effort before it reached theedge of fear _Not today_ he thought fiercely _No by God I justwont permit it to happen_There So He felt much better already And he had really made good timethis morning Today of _all_ days he mustnt keep ECAIAC waitingIllustration Beardsley was the only one _not_ to panic when theinfallible machine broke downMustnt Something triggered in Beardsley and he was assailed with aperverse rebellion at the thought Must not But why not Why shouldnt he just _once_ keep ECAIAC and JeffArnold and his clique stewing in their own tangle of tubes andelectronic juice And wouldnt _this_ he gloated be the perfect dayfor it Arnold especiallyjust once to shatter that young manscomplacent routineNo Beardsley savored the thought tastily and let it trickle away andthe look of glee on his cherubic face was gone For too many years hisjob as serological coördinator CrimeCentral had kept him pinned tothe concomitant routine Pinned or crucified it was all the same incrime analysis as in everything these days personal sense ofachievement had been too unsubtly annihilated Recalling his justcompleted taskthe Citizen Files and _personatapes_ and the endlessannotatingBeardsley felt himself sinking still further into that mireof futility that encompassed neither excitement nor particular prideHe brought himself back with a grimace aware that he was clutching thebriefcase of tapes possessively from long habit The pilot had touchedthe newsstat and abruptly one of the new commerciappeals grated onBeardsleys senses we repeat yes PROTOSUDS is now available in _flake_ or _cake_ orthe new attachable _luxuryspray_ Remember PROTOSUDS has _never_ beenlaboratorytested it contains _no_ miracle ingredients _no_ improvedscientific formula and NO LANOLIN Then what is the new PROTOSUDS Itell you frankly friends it is nothing but a lot of pure soft soapRemember we make no fabulous claims for PROTOSUDS we assume thatyou are reasonably clean to start with And now for your late breakfastnews PROTOSUDS takes you direct to the Central News Bureau for a finalsurvey on the Carmack murder caseBeardsley groaned New voice in the background while the screen presenteda slow montage Cineruns of the great Carmack himself including those atthe International Cybernetics Congress a year ago survey of the murderscene the Carmack mansion closeup of ECAIAC diagrammatic detailof ECAIAC then dramatically the grim and imposing figure of GeorgeMandleco Minister of JusticeAnd then the newscasters voice certain that final processingwill go forward today It would be a gross understatement to say thatthe Carmack Case has captured the attention of the nation bothofficialdom and public alike _Never_ in the history of CrimeCentralhas there been such an undercurrent of speculation and excitementExcitement murmured BeardsleyAnd now it is heightened by no less an authority than the Minister ofJustice himself who brought both plaudits and censure upon himselftoday with the outright statement that _deeprooted political issues_may well be involved As you must know by now it was the murdered manhimselfAmos Carmackwho some years ago carried on the incessantlobbying that resulted in ECAIAC being accepted

Produced by Judy BossSTORIES OF A WESTERN TOWNBy Octave ThanetCONTENTSThe Besetment of Kurt LiedersThe Face of FailureTommy and ThomasMother EmeritusAn Assisted ProvidenceHarry LossingTHE BESETMENT OF KURT LIEDERSA SILVER rime glistened all down the streetThere was a drabble of dead leaves on the sidewalk which was of woodand on the roadway which was of macadam and stiff mud The wind blewsharply for it was a December day and only six in the morning Nor werethe houses high enough to furnish any independent bulwark they werelow wooden dwellings the tallest a bare two stories in height themajority only one story But they were in good painting and repairand most of them had a homely gayety of geraniums or bouvardias inthe windows The house on the corner was the tall house It occupied alarger yard than its neighbors and there were lace curtains tied withblue ribbons for the windows in the right hand front room The door ofthis house swung back with a crash and a woman darted out She ran atthe top of her speed to the little yellow house farther down the streetHer blue calico gown clung about her stout figure and fluttered behindher revealing her blue woollen stockings and felt slippers Her grayhead was bare As she ran tears rolled down her cheeks and she wrung herhandsOh Oh Oh Oh lieber Herr Je One near would have heard her sob intoo distracted agitation to heed the motorneer of the passing streetcarwho stared after her at the risk of his car or the tousled heads behinda few curtains She did not stop until she almost fell against the doorof the yellow house Her frantic knocking was answered by a young womanin a light and artless costume of a quilted petticoat and a red flannelsackOh gracious goodness Mrs Lieders cried sheThekla Lieders rather staggered than walked into the room and fell backon the black haircloth sofaThere there there said the young woman while she patted the broadshoulders heaving between sobs and short breath what is it The houseaint afireOh no oh Mrs Olsen he has done it again She wailed in sobs likea childDone it Done what exclaimed Mrs Olsen then her face paled Oh mygracious you DONT mean hes killed himselfYes hes killed himself againAnd hes dead asked the other in an awed toneMrs Lieders gulped down her tears Oh not so bad as that I cut himdown he was up in the garret and I sussuspected him and I run upandoh he was there a choking and he was so mad He swore at meandhe kicked me when II says Kurt what are you doing of Holdon till I git a knife I saysfor his hands was just dangling at hisside and he says nottings cause he couldnt he was most gone and Iknowed I wouldnt have time to git no knife but I saw it was a rope waspretty bad worn and soso I just run and jumped and ketched it in myhands and being Im so fleshy it couldnt stand no more and it brokeAnd oh hehe kicked me when I was try to come near to git the ropeoff his neck and so soon like he could git his breath he swore atmeAnd you a helping of him Just listen to that cried the hearerindignantlySo I come here for to git you and Mr Olsen to help me git him downstairs cause he is too heavy for me to lift and he is so mad he wontwalk down himselfYes yes of course Ill call Carl Carl dost thou hear come Butdid you dare to leave him Mrs Lieders Part of the time she spokein English part of the time in her own tongue gliding from one toanother and neither party observing the transitionMrs Lieders wiped her eyes saying Oh yes Danke schon I aintafraid cause I tied him with the rope righd good so he dont got nochance to move He was make faces at me all the time I tied him At theremembrance the tears welled anewMrs Olsen a little bright tinted woman with a nose too small for herbig blue eyes and chubby cheeks quivered with indignant sympathyWell I did nefer hear of sooch a mean acting man seemed to her themost natural expression but the wife fired at onceNo he is not a mean man she cried no Freda Olsen he is not amean man at all There aint nowhere a better man than my man and CarlOlsen he knows that Kurt he always buys a whole ham and a wholebarrel of flour and never less than a dollar of sugar at a time And henever gits drunk nor he never gives me any bad talk It was only he gotthis wanting to kill himself on him sometimesWell I guess Ill go put on my things said Mrs Olsen wiselydeclining to defend her position You set right still and warmyourself and well be back in a minuteIndeed it was hardly more than that time before both Carl Olsen whoworked in the same furniture factory as Kurt Lieders and was a comelyand afterwitted giant appeared with Mrs Olsen ready for the streetHe nodded at Mrs Lieders and made a gurgling noise in his throatexpected to convey sympathy Then he coughed and said that he wasready and they startedFeeling further expression demanded Mrs Olsen asked How many timeshas he done it Mrs LiedersMrs Lieders was trotting along her anxious eyes on the house in thedistance especially on the garret windows Three times she answerednot removing her eyes onct he tooked Rough on Rats and I found it outand I put some apple butter in the place of it and he kept wonderingand wondering how he didnt feel notings and after awhile I got him offthe notion that time He wasnt mad at me he just said Well I do itsome other time You see but he promised to wait till I got the springhouse cleaning over so he could shake the carpets for me and by

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Produced by Alison Hadwin Suzanne Shell and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTranscribers Note All spellings and hyphenations have been left asin the original with one exception Footnote 119 where durng waschanged to duringNEGRO MIGRATION DURING THE WAREMMETT J SCOTTFOREWORDIn the preparation of this study I have had the encouragement andsupport of Dr Robert R Moton Principal of the Tuskegee Normal andIndustrial Institute Alabama who generously placed at my disposalthe facilities of the Institutes Division of Records and Researchdirected by Mr Monroe N Work the editor of the _Negro Year Book_Mr Work has cooperated with me in the most thoroughgoing manner Ihave also had the support of the National League on Urban Conditionsand particularly of the Chicago branch of which Dr Robert E Parkis President and of which Mr T Arnold Hill is Secretary Mr Hillplaced at my disposal his first assistant Mr Charles S Johnsongraduate student of the University of Chicago to whom I am greatlyindebted I must also make acknowledgment of my indebtedness to DrCarter G Woodson Director of the Association for the Study of NegroLife and History Incorporated Washington DC for placing at mydisposal the facilities of his organizationThe work of investigation was divided up by assigning Mr Work toAlabama Georgia and Florida Mr Johnson to Mississippi and tocenters in Missouri Illinois Wisconsin and Indiana while theeastern centers were assigned to Mr T Thomas Fortune Trenton NewJersey a former editor of the _New York Age_ and a publicist andinvestigator of well known ability It is upon the reports submittedby these investigators that this study rests I can not speak toowarmly of the enthusiastic and painstaking care with which thesemen have labored to secure the essential facts with regard to themigration of the negro people from the SouthEmmett J ScottWashington DC_June 5 1919_CONTENTS CHAPTER I Introduction 3 II Causes of the Migration 13 III Stimulation of the Movement 26 IV The Spread of the Movement 38 V The Call of the SelfSufficient North 49 VI The Draining of the Black Belt 59 VII Efforts to Check the Movement 72 VIII Effects of the Movement on the South 86 IX The Situation in St Louis 95 X Chicago and Its Environs 102 XI The Situation at Points in the Middle West 119 XII The Situation at Points in the East 134 XIII Remedies for Relief by National Organizations 143 XIV Public Opinion Regarding the Migration 152 Bibliography 175 Index 185NEGRO MIGRATION DURING THE WARCHAPTER IINTRODUCTIONWithin the brief period of three years following the outbreak of thegreat war in Europe more than four hundred thousand negroes suddenlymoved north In extent this movement is without parallel in Americanhistory for it swept on thousands of the blacks from remote regionsof the South depopulated entire communities drew upon the negroinhabitants of practically every city of the South and spread fromFlorida to the western limits of Texas In character it was notwithout precedent In fact it bears such a significant resemblance tothe migration to Kansas in 1879 and the one to Arkansas and Texasin 1888 and 1889 that this of 19161917 may be regarded as the samemovement with intervals of a number of yearsStrange as it might seem the migration of 1879 first attracted generalnotice when the accusation was brought that it was a political schemeto transplant thousands of negro voters from their disfranchisementin the South to States where their votes might swell the Republicanmajority Just here may be found a striking analogy to one of thecurrent charges brought against the movement nearly forty years laterThe congressional inquiry which is responsible for the discovery ofthe fundamental causes of the movement was occasioned by this chargeand succeeded in proving its baselessness1The real causes of the migration of 1879 were not far to seekThe economic cause was the agricultural depression in the lowerMississippi Valley But by far the most potent factor in effectingthe movement was the treatment received by negroes at the hands of theSouth More specifically

Produced by Karl Eichwalder Jana Srna and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Thisbook was produced from scanned images of public domainmaterial from the Google Print project Anmerkungen zur Transkription Schreibweise und Interpunktion des Originaltextes wurden übernommen lediglich offensichtliche Druckfehler wurden korrigiert Eine Liste der vorgenommenen Änderungen findet sich am Ende des Textes Im Original gesperrt gedruckter Text wurde mit markiert Im Original in Antiqua gedruckter Text wurde mit _ markiert Im Original fett gedruckter Text wurde mit markiert Achtundvierzig Briefe von Johann Gottlieb Fichte und seinen Verwandten Herausgegeben von Moritz Weinhold Besonderer Abdruck aus den Grenzboten Mit dem Brustbilde und der Handschrift von Fichtes Frau Leipzig FrWilh Grunow 1862 Herrn Prof Dr Immanuel Hermann Fichte in Tübingen dem würdigen Sohne würdiger ElternVorwortIst seit der FichteFeier auch schon mehr als ein Monat verflossenso ist doch nicht zu befürchten daß damit auch schon die Theilnahmeder Gemüther für diesen großen Mann verschwunden sei Hat doch dieAllgemeinheit Gehobenheit und Innigkeit der Gedächtnißfeste gezeigtdaß dieser Mann wie aus dem Schooße des Volkes herausgewachsen so auchihm an das Herz gewachsen ist so daß man vertrauen darf das deutscheVolk werde ihn so lange in treuem und dankbarem Andenken halten bisDas was tüchtig und ewig an ihm war wiederum auch ganz in Fleisch undBlut des Volkes hineingewachsen ist damit sein Sinn und Geist Blüthenund Früchte treibe aus dem Marke und Safte des Volkes zum Segen desVolkes Es ist die Eigenthümlichkeit wahrhaft großer Männer daß sie aufder einen Seite Söhne ihrer Zeit sind auf der andern aber ihrer Zeitvorauseilen und als Vorbilder erscheinen oft noch lange nach ihrem TodeIn dem Sinne hat auch der Cultus des Genius sein Recht wenn er dazudient das Eigenartige Neue was in einer ausgezeichneten Persönlichkeitzuerst Gestalt gewonnen hat zum Gemeingute Aller zu machenDarum glaube ich es werde eine nochmalige Hinweisung auf Fichte wennschon nach dem Feste doch nicht überhaupt zu spät kommen zumal dadieselbe nicht zu den zahlreichen Reden und Meinungsäußerungen über ihnbloß noch eine hinzufügen sondern etwas in der That Neues und echtFichtesches bringen will nämlich eine Reihe von Briefen zweiunddreißigvon Fichte selbst elf von seiner Frau drei von seinem Bruder Gottlobeinen von seinem Bruder Gotthelf und einen von seiner Mutter Dieselbenbeziehen sich als Briefe von Verwandten an einander zunächstauf Familienangelegenheiten so jedoch daß darin auch FichtesLebensschicksale und geistige Bestrebungen in mannigfache Erwähnungkommen ja daß sogar einige Ergänzungen zu dem davon bereits Bekanntengeboten werden Indeß würde mich dies noch nicht zur Veröffentlichungderselben bewogen haben wenn ich ihnen nicht noch einen anderen Werthbeilegen zu dürfen glaubte Sie scheinen mir nämlich einen keineswegsverächtlichen Beitrag zu Fichtes Charakterschilderung zu liefernindem sie manche Züge und Linien enthalten welche dem großartigenmonumentalen Bilde das wir Alle von seinem Wesen in uns tragen infeiner Nüancirung das Mienenspiel größerer Portraitähnlichkeit leihenohne ihm seine erhabene Idealität zu raubenWarum ich aber diese Reliquien nicht schon zu Fichtes Gedächtnißfeierveröffentlicht darüber bin ich die Erklärung schuldig sie liegt ganzeinfach in den Umständen Es war kaum zwei Wochen vor dem 19 Maials mir bei Gelegenheit der Erwähnung Fichtes von einer meinerSchülerinnen mitgetheilt wurde ihre Mutter die Enkelin von einemBruder Johann Gottlieb Fichtes besitze Briefe von ihm Ich erbat mirdie Mittheilung derselben es waren zwei Briefe von JG Fichte undeiner von seiner Gattin Nr7 36 38 der vollständigen Reihe undveröffentlichte dieselben in einem Aufsatze Zur Erinnerung

Produced by D Alexander and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet This file wasproduced from images generously made available by TheInternet Archive THE RED HAND OF ULSTER BY G A BIRMINGHAM AUTHOR OF SPANISH GOLD THE MAJORS NIECE PRISCILLAS SPIES ETC HODDER STOUGHTON NEW YORK GEORGE H DORAN COMPANYCopyright 1912By George H Doran Company UNIFORM EDITION _of the_ WORKS _of_ G A BIRMINGHAM _Each net 120_ LALAGES LOVERS SPANISH GOLD THE SEARCH PARTY THE SIMPKINS PLOT THE MAJORS NIECE PRISCILLAS SPIES THE RED HAND OF ULSTER GEORGE H DORAN COMPANY NEW YORKPREFATORY NOTEIn a book of this kind some of the characters are necessarily placedin the positions occupied by living men but no character is in anyway copied from life and no character must be taken as representingany real person Nor must the opinions of Lord Kilmore of Errigal theimaginary narrator of the tale be regarded as those of the AuthorG A BINTRODUCTORY NOTEBYLORD KILMORE OF ERRIGALThe events recorded in this chapter and the next did not fall under myown observation I derived my knowledge of them from various sourceschiefly from conversations with Bob Power who had as will appearfirsthand knowledge In the third chapter I begin my own personalnarrative of the events which led up to the final struggle of Ulsteragainst Home Rule and of the struggle itself Accidents of one kind oranother the accidents of the situation of Kilmore Castle theaccident of Bob Powers connection with my daughter Marion theaccidents of my social position and personal tastes have placed me ina position to give a very full account of what actually happened Thefirst two chapters of this book will therefore be written in theimpersonal manner of the ordinary history I myself occupying theposition of unseen spectator The rest of the book is largely foundedupon the diary which I actually keptTHE RED HAND OF ULSTERCHAPTER IIt was in 1908 that Joseph Peterson Conroy burst upon London in thefull magnificence of his astounding wealth English society was andhad been for many years accustomed to the irruption of millionairesAmerican or South African Our aristocracy has learnt to pay thesepotentates the respect which is their due Wellborn men and womentrot along Park Lane in obedience to the hooting calls of motor hornsNo one considers himself degraded by grovelling before a plutocratIt has been for some time difficult to startle London by a display ofmere wealth Men respect more than ever fortunes which are reckoned inmillions though they have become too common to amaze But JosephPeterson Conroy when he came excited a great deal of interest Inthe first place his income was enormous larger it was said than theincome of any other living man In the next place he spent it verysplendidly There were no entertainments given in London during theyears 1909 1910 and 1911 equal in extravagance to those whichConroy gave He outdid the freak dinners of New York He inventedfreak dinners of his own His horsesanimals which he bought atenormous priceswon the great races His yachts flew the whiteensign of the Royal Yacht Squadron His gifts to fashionable charitieswere princely English society fell at his feet and worshipped himThe most exclusive clubs were honoured by his desire of membershipWomen whose fathers and husbands bore famous names were proud to boastof his friendshipIt cannot be said that Conroy abused either his position or hisopportunities He had won his great wealth honestlythat is to saywithout robbing any one except other robbers and only robbing them inways permitted by American law He used what he had won honourablyenough He neither bought the favours of the women who thronged hisentertainments nor degraded more than was necessary the men whosought benefits from him For a time for nearly four years hethoroughly enjoyed himself exulting with boyish delight in his ownsplendour Then he began to get restless The things he did thepeople he knew ceased to interest him It was early in 1911 thatthe crisis came and before the season of that year was over Conroyhad disappeared from London His name still appeared occasionallyin the columns which the newspapers devote to fashionable intelligenceBut the house in Park Lanethe scene of many magnificententertainmentswas sold The dinner parties balls and card partiesceased and Conroy entered upon what must have been the most excitingperiod of his lifeBob Powerno one ever called him Robertbelonged to an old andrespected Irish family being a younger son of General Power ofKilfenora He was educated at Harrow and afterwards at TrinityCollege He was called to the Irish bar and might have achieved intime the comfortable mediocrity of a County Court judgeship if he hadnot become Conroys private secretary The post was secured for him byan uncle who had known Conroy in New York in the days before he becamea millionaire while it was still possible for an ordinary man to dohim a favour Bob accepted the post because everybody said he would bea fool to refuse it He did not much like writing letters The makingout of schemes for the arrangements of Conroys guests at the moreformal dinner parties worried him The general supervision of theupper servants was no delight to him But he did all these thingsfairly well and his unfailing good spirits carried him safely throughperiods of very tiresome duty He became in spite of the twentyfiveyears difference of age between him and his patron the intimatefriend of Joseph Peterson ConroyIt was to Bob that Conroy confided the fact that he was tired of thelife of a leader of English society The two men were sitting togetherin the smoking room at one oclock in the morning after one ofConroys most magnificent entertainmentsIm damned well sick of all this said Conroy suddenlySo am I said BobBob Power was a man of adventurous disposition He had a reputation inConnacht as a singularly bold rider to hounds The story of hissinglehanded cruise round Ireland in a ten tonner will be told amongyachtsmen until his son does something more extravagantly idioticThe London season always bored him The atmosphere of Conroys housein Park Lane stifled

Produced by Chuck Greif and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet This book wasproduced from scanned images of public domain materialfrom the Google Print projectAside from obvious typographical errors the spelling of the originalbook has been preserved The spelling and accentuation of Spanish andFrench words have not been modernized or correctednote of transcriberTHE PEARL OF THEANTILLESOR_AN ARTIST IN CUBA_BYWALTER GOODMANHENRY S KING CO 65 CORNHILL 12 PATERNOSTER ROW LONDON 1873_All rights reserved_TOMY TRAVELLINGCOMPANION AND BROTHERARTISTSEÑOR DON JOAQUIN CUADRASOF CUBA_THIS VOLUME IS INSCRIBED_IN REMEMBRANCE OF OUR LONG AND UNINTERRUPTED FRIENDSHIPAT HOME AND ABROADPREFACECuba having lately become a prominent object of attention both toEurope and America I venture to think that any trustworthy informationthat can be given respecting it may prove acceptable to the reader Iapproach my task with no great pretensions but yet with an experienceacquired by many years residence in the Island and an intimateintercourse with its inhabitants I arrived there in 1864 when Cuba wasenjoying uninterrupted peace and prosperity and my departure took placein the first year of her adversity Having thus viewed society in theIsland under the most opposite conditions I have had various and ampleopportunities of studying its institutions its races and itsgovernment and in availing myself of these opportunities I haveendeavoured as far as possible to avoid those matters which are alikecommon to life in Spain and in CubaAs I write Cuba is passing through a great crisis in her history Forthis reason my experiences may prove more interesting than they mightotherwise have done nor do I think that they will be found lessattractive because it has been my choice to deal with the subjectbefore me from the point of view rather of an artist than of a travelleror a statisticianPerhaps I may be allowed to add that the matter contained in thesepages will be almost entirely fresh to the reader for although I haveincluded a few papers which I have from time to time contributed to _Allthe Year Round_ _Cassells Magazine_ and _London Society_ I havetaken care to introduce them in such a manner as not to break thecontinuity with which I have endeavoured to connect the various parts ofmy subjectIn explanation of the title chosen for this volume I may remark thatthe Pearl of the Antilles is one of the prettiest in that long seriesof eulogistic and endearing titles conferred by poets and others on theIsland of Cuba which includes the Queen of the Antilles the Jewelin the Spanish Crown the Promised Land the Summer Isle of Edenthe Garden of the West and the Loyal and Everfaithful IsleWALTER GOODMAN22 LANCASTER ROADWESTBOURNE PARKLONDON 1873CONTENTSCHAPTER IA CUBAN WELCOMEPAGEOur Reception at Santiago de CubaSpanish LawA CommemorativeFeastCuban CourtesyCoffee House PolitenessCHAPTER IIDAILY LIFE IN CUBAA Cuban HomeMy BedRoomA Creole BreakfastDon Benignoand his FamilyA Cuban MatronChurchgoing in connection withShoppingAn Evening TertuliaA Tropical MoonCHAPTER IIIARTPATRONAGE IN CUBAOur StudioOur CriticsOur PatronsStillLifeCHAPTER IVA CUBAN VELORIOMore StillLifeA NightWakeMournersDoña DoloresA FuneralProcessionA BurialCHAPTER VCUBAN MODELSTropical BirdsThe CocosLa GrullaVulturesStreet CriersWaterCarriersCHAPTER VICUBAN BEGGARSCarrapatam BungaThe Havana LotteryA Lady BeggarA BeggarsOperaPopular CharactersCharityA Public RaffleThe King ofthe UniverseCHAPTER VIITHE BLACK ART IN CUBAA Model MulattoA Bewitched WatchmanCuban SorceryAn EnchantedPainterCHAPTER VIIIA TASTE OF CUBAN PRISONLIFETwo Views of the Morro CastleThe CommandantThe Town JailCubanPolicemenPrisonersA Captive IndianPrison FareACourt of JusticeA TrialA VerdictCHAPTER IXA WEST INDIAN EPIDEMICA Cuban Physician and his PatientA NightmareA MysteryACureBy the Sad Sea WavesA Cuban WateringplaceLobsterhuntingAnotherView of the Morro CastleWhat Dios sabemeansCHAPTER XGENERAL TACONS JUDGMENTPleasant CompanyThe Cigar Girl of HavanaA Tobacconist Shop inCubaA Romance of Real LifeSpanish Justice abroadCHAPTER XIVERY HIGH ART IN CUBAOn the CeilingPintarmonosA Chemists Shop à la PolychromeSculptureunder DifficultiesNothing like LeatherA Triumph inTriumphal ArchesCuban CarpentersThe CaptainGeneral ofHavanaCHAPTER XIIA CORRESPONDENT IN THE WEST INDIESAmerican Newsagents and their WorkLocal InformationTheGlorious Campaign of Santo DomingoEl Cañon de MontecristoWounded SoldiersStillLife againA Visit from the Spanish FleetEscapefrom JailCHAPTER XIIICUBAN MUSICA Soirée at Don LaureanosAn eminent Violinist and ComposerCubanPianos_Real_ Negro MinstrelsCarnival SongsColouredImprovisatoresCHAPTER XIVMASQUERADING IN CUBADesertedLos MamarrachosA FrenchCreole BallStreet MasquersNegroAmateursMasks and DominoesThe Plaza de ArmasVictimsof the CarnivalA Cuban Café in Holiday TimeComparsasWhiteand Black BallsA MoralCHAPTER XVAN EVENING AT THE RETRETAA Musical PromenadeMy Friend TunicúCuban BeautiesDarkDivinitiesA Cuban CaféA Popular PolloSettling the BillCHAPTER XVIAT A CUBAN BALLThe Philharmonic and its MembersA Street AudienceThe GuestsEngagingPartnersLa CarabinaLa Danza CriollaDanceMusicRefreshmentsA Pretty PartnerA Night with CubanGamblersSpanish CardsAn Old HandTembloresCHAPTER XVIICUBAN THEATRICALSThe StageDoor KeeperA RehearsalThe Spanish CensorA CubanAudienceDramatic PerformancesBetween ActsBehind theScenesA Dénouement in Real LifeCHAPTER XVIIIMY DÉBUT ON A CUBAN STAGEAn EngagementA Foreign StarA Benefit NightA Local PlayFirstAppearanceA serious HitchReengagementCHAPTER XIXCOFFEE GROUNDS OF CUBAGoing out of TownOn the RoadA wayside InnA Cane FieldWestIndian Fruit TreesThe ArrivalA Dinner in the CountryTheEvening BlessingTropical ReptilesA Farm YardSlaveFloggingCoffeeTropical SceneryA SiestaCHAPTER XXCOUNTRYLIFE AT A SUGAR ESTATEAn Artists TentEarly SportAn IngenioSugar and RumAfternoonSportA Ride through the CountryNegro DancingAnEvening in the CountryLa LoteriaCHAPTER XXILOVEMAKING IN THE TROPICSMy InamorataClandestine CourtshipA Love SceneIl Baccio inCubaThe Course of True LoveA Stern ParentCHAPTER XXIIA CUBAN CONVENTWithout the WallsEl TornoA Convent LetterAccomplicesAPowder PlotWith the NunsDon Francisco the DentistCHAPTER XXIIIA CRUISE IN THE WEST INDIESCuban TelegraphyThe New York TriggerNews from Porto RicoADay in Porto RicoDon FelipeA Mail AgentCoastingAguadillaMayagüezSantoDomingoSightseeingTelegraphic NewsCHAPTER XXIVA STATE OF SIEGE IN CUBAA Cuban Newspaper OfficeLocal IntelligenceThe Cuban RevolutionSpanishVolunteersA RecruitWith BimbaLos InsurrectosAta FireCuban FiremenCHAPTER XXVCUBAN WARFARESpanish SoldiersA SallyPrisoners of WarLos VoluntariosATriumphant ReturnDangerCuban EmigrantsCHAPTER XXVIHAVANA CIGARETTESPAGECigarsThe Etiquette of SmokingA Cigarette ManufactoryTheCourteous ProprietorThe Visitors BookCigarette RollingCHAPTER XXVIIA MULATTO GIRLAn Obscure BirthBondageA Bad MasterA Good GodfatherACuban ChristeningAnomaly of SlaveryA White LoverRivalsAnImportant EventCHAPTER XXVIIIA MULATTO GIRL _continued_The Slave TradeErmiña and her LoverPanicsLos Insurrectosv Los VoluntariosA Wounded PatriotSpanish Law and CubanLawThe MambisA PromiseAn AlarmAlls Well thatends WellCHAPTER XXIXA CUBAN WEDDINGOpen EngagementsA Marriage CeremonyA Wedding BreakfastTheNewly Married CoupleCHAPTER XXXCUBANS IN NEW YORKThe Morro Castle againSummer and WinterCuban RefugeesFilibustersLosLaborantes of New York and their WorkAmericanSympathisersTHEPEARL OF THE ANTILLESCHAPTER IA CUBAN WELCOME Our Reception at Santiago de CubaSpanish LawA Commemorative FeastCuban CourtesyCoffeeHouse PolitenessMy companion and brotherartist Nicasio Rodriguez y Boldú is a nativeof Cuba and as he has signified his intention to visit his birthplacein the West Indies we bid addio to fair Florence where for threeyears we have dwelt together and followed our profession and embarkingin a French steamer at St Nazaire we set sail for the Pearl of theAntillesOur

Produced by Roger Frank and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetIllustration Put up your hands a little higher Mr ManRIM O THE WORLDBYB M BOWERAUTHOR OFCHIP OF THE FLYING U THE THUNDER BIRD SKYRIDER ETCFRONTISPIECE BYANTON OTTO FISCHERGROSSET DUNLAPPUBLISHERS NEW YORKMade in the United States of AmericaCopyright 1919By Little Brown and CompanyAll rights reservedCONTENTS I THE RIM AND WHAT LAY BENEATH IT 1 II THE LORRIGAN TREE GROWS THRIFTILY 16 III MARY HOPE DOUGLAS APPEARS 30 IV A MATTER OF BRANDS 44 V THEY RIDE AND THEY DO NOT TELL WHERE 57 VI BELLE MEETS AN EMERGENCY IN HER OWN WAY 67 VII THE NAME 82 VIII THE GAME 90 IX A LITTLE SCOTCH 102 X THE LORRIGAN WAY 118 XI LANCE RIDES AHEAD 133 XII SHE WILL AND SHE WONT 145 XIII A WAY HE HAD WITH HIM 156 XIV IN WHICH LANCE FINISHES ONE JOB 172 XV HE TACKLES ANOTHER 180 XVI ABOUT A PIANO 192 XVII THE LORRIGAN VIEWPOINT 204 XVIII PEDDLED RUMORS 219 XIX MARY HOPE HAS MUCH TROUBLE 232 XX AS HE LIVED SO HE DIED 250 XXI LANCE TRAILS A MYSTERY

Produced by Roger Frank and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTHE COYOTETHE COYOTEA Western StoryBy JAMES ROBERTSCHELSEA HOUSE79 SEVENTH AVENUENEW YORK CITYThe CoyoteCopyright 1925 by CHELSEA HOUSEPrinted in the United States of AmericaAll rights reserved including that of translation into foreignlanguages including the ScandinavianCONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I Rewards Offered 11 II A Boy and a Girl 17 III The Law 24 IV I Knew He Lied 32 V A Capture 38 VI The Real LowDown 45 VII Where to Hide 52 VIII Two Queer Moves 57 IX Leave It to Me 65 X Caught in the Cellar 71 XI Freedom Behind Bars 77 XII Against His Ethics 87 XIII A Man and His Horse 93 XIV The Witness 98 XV The Welcome 106 XVI The Dixies Boss 114 XVII A Commission 121 XVIII In the Night

Produced by Bryan Ness Stephanie Eason and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Thisfile was produced from images generously made availableby The Internet ArchiveAmerican Libraries COLLEGE TEACHING STUDIES IN METHODS OF TEACHING IN THE COLLEGE Edited by PAUL KLAPPER PhD Associate Professor of Education The College of the City of New York with an Introduction by NICHOLAS MURRAY BUTLER LLD President of Columbia University YonkersonHudson New York WORLD BOOK COMPANY 1920 WORLD BOOK COMPANY THE HOUSE OF APPLIED KNOWLEDGE Established 1905 by Caspar W Hodgson YONKERSONHUDSON NEW YORK 2126 PRAIRIE AVENUE CHICAGOA treasure of wisdom is stored in the colleges of the land Theteachers are the custodians of knowledge that makes life free andprogressive This book aims to make the college teacher effective inhanding down this heritage of knowledge rich and vital that willdevelop in youth the power of right thinking and the courage of rightliving Thus _College Teaching_ carries out the ideal of service asexpressed in the motto of the World Book Company Books that Applythe Worlds Knowledge to the Worlds Needs Copyright 1920 by World Book Company Copyright in Great Britain _All rights reserved_PREFACEThe student of general problems of education or of elementaryeducation finds an extensive literature of varying worth In the lastdecade our secondary schools have undergone radical reorganization andhave assumed new functions A rich literature on every phase of thehigh school is rapidly developing to keep pace with the needs and theprogress of secondary education The literature on college educationin general and college pedagogy in particular is surprisinglyundeveloped This dearth is not caused by the absence of problem forindeed there is room for much improvement in the organization theadministration and the pedagogy of the college Investigators ofthese problems have been considerably discouraged by the facts theyhave gathered This volume is conceived in the hope of stimulating aninterest in the quality of college teaching and initiating ascientific study of college pedagogy The field is almost virgin andthe need for constructive programs is acute We therefore ask for oureffort the indulgence that is usually accorded a pioneerIn this age of specialization of study it is evident that no collegeteacher however wide his experience and extensive his education canspeak with authority on the teaching of all the subjects in thecollege curriculum or even of all the major ones For this reasonthis volume is the product of a coöperating authorship The editordevotes himself to the study of general methods of teaching that applyto almost all subjects and to most teaching situations In additionhe coördinates the work of the other contributors He realizes thatthere exists among college professors an active hostility to the studyof pedagogy The professors feel that one who knows his subject canteach it The contributors have been purposely selected in order todispel this hostility They are one and all men of undisputedscholarship who have realized the need of a mode of presentation thatwill make their knowledge aliveBooks of multiple authorship often possess too wide a diversity ofviewpoints The reader comes away with no underlying thought and nocontrolling principles To overcome this defect so common in books ofthis type a tentative outline was formulated setting forth adesirable mode of treating in the confines of one chapter theteaching of any subject in the college curriculum This outline wassubmitted to all contributors for critical analysis and constructivecriticism The original plan was later modified in accordance with thesuggestions of the contributors This final outline which followswas then sent to the contributors with the full understanding thateach writer was free to make such modifications as his specialtydemanded and his judgment dictated This outline is followed in mostof the chapters and gives the book that unifying element necessary inany book and vital in a work of so large a coöperating authorshipThe editor begs to acknowledge his indebtedness to the manycontributors who have given generously of their time and their laborwith no hope of compensation beyond the ultimate appreciation of thosecollege teachers who are eager to learn from the experience of othersso that they may the better serve their students TENTATIVE OUTLINE FOR THE TEACHING OF IN THE COLLEGE I Aim of Subject _X_ in the College Curriculum Is it taught for disciplinary values What are they Is it taught for cultural reasons Is it taught to give necessary information Is it taught to prepare for professional studies Is the aim single or eclectic Do the aims vary for different groups of students Does this apply to all the courses in your specialty How does the aim govern the methods of teaching II Place of the Subject in the College Curriculum In what year or years should it be taught What part of the college coursein terms of time or creditsshould be allotted to it What is the practice in other colleges What course or courses in this subject should be part of the general curriculum or be prescribed for students in art in science in modern languages or in the preprofessional or professional groups III Organization of the Subject in the College Course Desired sequence of courses in this subject What is the basis of this sequence Gradation of successive difficulties or logical sequence of facts Should these courses be elective or prescribed All prescribed For all groups of students In what years should the elective work be offered IV Discussion of Methods of Teaching this Subject

Produced by Bryan Ness Stephanie Eason and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet This Treatise on the Diseases of Women Is Dedicated to the Women of the World Yours for Health Lydia E PinkhamThis entire book copyrighted in 1901 and 1904 by the Lydia E PinkhamMedicine Co of Lynn Mass U S A All rights reserved and will beprotected by lawList of Lydia E Pinkhams RemediesIllustration of Products LYDIA E PINKHAMS VEGETABLE COMPOUND Put up in three forms Liquid Lozenge and Pills Price 100 LYDIA E PINKHAMS LIVER PILLS per Box 25 LYDIA E PINKHAMS BLOOD PURIFIER 100 LYDIA E PINKHAMS SANATIVE WASH per Packet 25ALL THE ABOVE EXCEPTING THE LIQUIDS CAN BE SENT BY MAIL ON RECEIPT OFPRICE ALL DRUGGISTS SELL MRS PINKHAMS REMEDIESCHAPTER IA WOMAN BEST UNDERSTANDS A WOMANExperience a Perfect TeacherDo you know what it is to suffer painHave you had your body racked and torn with intense suffering Have youever experienced that indescribable agony which comes from overworkednervesHave you ever felt the sharp stinging pain the dull heavy pain thethrobbing jumping pain the cramping tearing pain the sickeningnauseating pain Then you know all about them Nobody can tell youanything more Experience is a perfect teacherBookLearning Alone Not SufficientSuppose you had never experiencedpain but had just read about it in a book do you think you would haveany kind of an idea of what genuine suffering was Most certainly notBook knowledge is valuable It teaches the location of countries theuse of figures and the history of nations but there are some thingsbooks cannot do and the greatest of these is they cannot describephysical and mental suffering These are things that must beexperiencedPersonal Experience NecessaryAfter you have once suffered how readyyou are to sympathize with those who are going through the same severetrials If a member of your own home or a friend is passing through thetrying ordeal of motherhood and you have suffered the same how you canadvise suggest comfort guide If you have had a personal experienceof intense agony once every month do you not think you are in a farbetter position to talk with one who is suffering in the same way thanyou would be if you had never gone through all thisYou Best Understand YourselfBut let us go a little farther in thisstudy When you listen to an eminent orator you have but little ideawhether he is nervous or not but little idea whether he is undergoing asevere strain or not for you have never been in his place cannotunderstand just that conditionMen become greatly interested in political matters perhaps it oftenseems to you that they become too much disturbed and yet how can youjudge for you have never been in their place And so we might go ongiving illustration after illustration as additional proof to this onegreat factIT TAKES A WOMAN TO UNDERSTAND A WOMANMan Cannot Know Womans SufferingWhat does a man know about thethousand and one aches and pains peculiar to a woman He may have seenmanifestations of suffering he may have read something about thesethings in books but that is all Even though he might be exceedinglylearned in the medical profession yet what more can he know aside fromthat which the books teach Did a man ever have a backache like thedragging pulling tearing ache of a woman No It is impossibleEven Medical Men Cannot Understand These ThingsTo a man all painmust be of his kind it must be a manpain not a womanpain Take forinstance the long list of diseases and discomforts which come directlyfrom some derangement of the female generative organs as for instancethe bearingdown pains excessive flowing uterine cramps andleucorrhoea Do you think it possible for a man to understand thesethings Granting that he may be the most learned man in the medicalprofession how can he know anything about them only in a general wayYou know we know everybody knows that he cannotA WOMAN CAN BEST PRESCRIBE FOR A WOMANRelief First Offered in 1873Away back in 73 these thoughts came toLydia E Pinkham She saw the most intense suffering about her on everyhand and yet no one seemed able to give relief Her thorough educationenabled her to understand that nearly all the suffering of womankind wasdue to diseases and affections peculiar to her sexThe whole question resolved itself into just this If a remedy could bemade that would relieve all inflammations and congestions of theovaries Fallopian tubes uterus and other female organs the days ofsuffering for women would be largely overFirst Made on a Kitchen StoveCould this be done Mrs Pinkhambelieved with all her heart that it was possible So on a kitchen stoveshe began the great work which has made her name a household wordwherever civilization exists Without money but with a hopeful heartshe made up little batches of this remedy to give to neighbors andfriends whom she felt could be relieved by itThe story soon spread from house to house from village to village fromcity to city Now it looked as if a business might be established upon apermanent basis a basis resting upon the wonderful curative propertiesof the medicine itselfWe Can Trust HerBy judicious advertising the merits of thisremarkable remedy were set forth and before she was hardly aware of itshe found herself at the head of one of the largest enterprises everestablished in this countryThat face so full of character and sympathy soon after it was firstpublished years ago began to attract marked attention wherever it wasseen Women said Here is one to whom we

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döma hvarmed talet hälsades kunde man förstå attanförandet väckte det lifligaste intresse och beundranOrdföranden en gammal förtorkad professor slog klubban i talarestolenoch bjöd tystnad och fortsatte sedan lugnet inträdtMina herrarSom jag nu haft äran att säga er har mr Montgomery framkastat dennaoerhördt djärfva plan ett förslag till att draga nytta af jordensinneboende värme Innan jag öfverlåter ordet till mr Montgomery själfvill jag endast säga att hans plan fotar sig i ett och allt på denorubbligt säkra vetenskapen på vårt fasta och vissa medvetande om _attjordens inre är glödande_Mina herrarJag föreslår ett lefve för den härliga vetenskapenSalen skakades af hurrarop och mr Montgomery besteg talarestolenTalaren var en man i omkring 45års åldern och hade något af amerikanareni sitt sätt och utseende Han var hög och smärt och mycket mörklagdhade en krokig gamnäsa och mörka lifliga ögon i hvilka dock enuppmärksam betraktare kunde se något visst opålitligt då och då glimtatillHan hade vändt sig med sitt förslag till ett par högre ämbetsmän tillhvilka han hade rekommenderats och dessa hade så högeligen intresseratsaf planen att de arrangerat detta möteMr Montgomery bockade sig för församlingen och taladeMina herrarSom bekant har jorden en gång i tidernas tider utslungats som en glödandekropp från solen I den kalla världsrymden har den så afkylts och nu idag är det blott den inre kärnan som ännu glöder Detta är ju en sakhvari vetenskapen i våra dagar är alldeles enig uti Vulkaner och varmakällor gifva tusentals af bevis för riktigheten af detta antagande jaså öfverväldigande bevis att man kan ersätta ordet antagande med_faktum_ Och när till detta kommer tilltagandet af värmen mot djupet ivåra schakter och grufvor så bestyrker detta blott än ytterligaresakenHär gjorde han en paus och rättade litet på sin långa svartasidenhalsdukFörsamlingen såg intresserad ut och den förtorkade professorn ordföranden nickade öfvertygande som ville han sägaJa _detta_ veta ju alla men vänta nu kommer detTalaren fortsatteHvad vore naturligare för den framåtsträfvande människan än att mansökte att begagna sig af denna i jorden inneboende värme föra den upptill ytan och där göra sig den nyttig Intet Och saken är mycket lättarrangerad Det blef sorl i salenHör ropades det hörTsss skreko andra rösterOch den förtorkade slog åter klubban i bordet med ettSilentium mina herrarDen geniale föredragaren drog ånyo i halsduken hostade ett par gångeroch återtog föredragets röda trådMan anlägger sade han endast ett mycket stort schakt rätt ned genomjordens skorpa Värmen kommer att öka med 1 för hvarje 33dje meter somschaktet tränger nedåt På tillräckligt stort djup få vi ånga längre nedblir värmen ännu större och på riktigt stort djup hafva vi nått denhetglödande massan Den skola vi tämja som Franklin tämjde blixten somWatt gjorde ångan till slaf och som Marconi fick luftens genier att lydahans minsta vink Och _då_ hafva vi nått målet Öfver detta schakt skallbyggas en jättestad hvarest allt är gratis Värme ljus och allt somföljer af dessa fördelar Rundt schaktet skola uppväxa skorstenspiporliksom sparris ur en säng skyhöga jättepalatser blomstrande parkergator trafikleder och mäktig skall staden blifva Paradiset på jordenskall förverkligas Staden kommer att få en evig sommar rundt omkringjätteschaktet det blifver ett land för sig midt inne i Ryssland ettverkligt utopia fabellandet som ej vet af någon omöjlighet Och ofta afbruten af församlingens högljudt uttryckta enighet ochbeundran fortfor han ännu länge att berömma och framhålla jättestadenskolossala förmånerLångt nere i salen befunno sig ett par herrar i civil dräkt de samtaladeifrigt hviskande under hela föredraget och det var tydligt att den eneen grufingeniör hade åtskilligt på hjärtat som alls icke stämde öfverensmed hvarken geniets eller den förtorkades åsikter i ämnetDen gröfsta lögn hviskade han iblandHumbug iblandSancta simplicitas en annan gångMen kära vän hviskade den andre civilklädde tillbaka har duinvändningar att göra så deltag i diskussionen opponera dig förtusanÅnej låt honom hållas ännu litet svarade ingeniören Men det är juoförskämdt af mannen att anamma Camille Flammarions idé Menar du att detta med det stora schaktet är Flammarions tankeJa och den framfördes af honom för många år sedan Den här mrMontgomery har alltså redan i detta att stjäla idéen visat sig vara enlymmel Låt oss nu höra på fortsättningenOch medan grufingeniören sakta hviskade dessa hädiska meningar till sinvän ökades massans ohöljda förtjusning öfver mannen på talarestolenmedan denne gick vidare i sitt föredragJag har här en skizz öfver mitt jätteschakt sade han och knackade igolfvet med en lång käppSalen blef strax mörk och på en hvit duk visade sig just samma skizz somförekommit i Flammarions förslag i flere franska tidningarSe här fortfor mr Montgomery och pekade på dukens tafla här äromkretsen af schaktet Det göres så stort i diameter att järnbanor kunnagå i spiral efter dess väggar Här ser ni väldiga kranar som forsla uppstenen ur djupetSalen applåderade Det var en enighet och förtjusning som var alldelesenaståendeFöredragaren bugade för auditoriet och ordföranden förklaradediskussionen öppnadDå reste sig grufingeniören begärde ordet och sadeHar mr Montgomery beräknat huru mycket is det kommer att gå åt för attarbetarne skola kunna arbeta när schaktet blir till exempel 3000 meterdjupt och således omkring 100 varmtMen ingeniören märkte snart på alla ovilliga blickar som mötte honomatt här lönade sig nog ej att framkomma med en sakkunnig kritikDen förtorkade vände sig emellertid till geniet och frågadeAnser sig mr Montgomery behöfva svara på denna frågaMr Montgomery påtog sig en storartad min och med en gest värdig enforntida riddare svarade hanVi äro hitkomna för att diskutera en stor världssak och icke för

Produced by Greg Weeks Graeme Mackreth and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTranscribers note This etext was produced from Astounding StoriesApril 1932 Extensive research did not uncover any evidence thatthe US copyright on this publication was renewedIllustrationChet Ballard answers the pinpoint of light that from thecraggy desolation of the moon stabs out mans old call for helpThe Finding of Haldgren_A Complete Novelette_By Charles Willard DiffinCHAPTER ISOSThe venerable President of the Federation Aeronautique Internationalehad been speaking He paused now to look out over the sea of faces thatfilled the great hall in serried waves He half turned that he might lethis eyes pass over the massed company on the platform with him TheStratosphere Control Boardand they had called in their representativesfrom the far corners of Earth to hear the memorable words of this agedmanIllustration _The beasts fell into the pit beyond their screams ranghorribly as they fell_From the waiting audience came no slightest sound the men and womenwere as silent as that other audience listening and watching in everyhamlet of the world wherever radio and television reached Again thefigure of the President was drawn erect the scanty white hair wasthrown back from his forehead he was speaking And this vast development has come within the memory of one manI speaking to you here in this year of 1974 have seen it all come topass And now I am overwhelmed with the wonder of it even as I was whenthose two Americans first flew at KittyhawkI myself saw that I saw with these eyes the first crudeenginebearing kites I saw them from 1914 to 1918 tempered andperfected in the furnace of war I saw the coming of detonite and thebeginning of our airtransport of today And always I have seen bravemenmen who smiled grimly as they took those first crude controls intheir hands who laughed and waved to us as they took off in the flyingcoffins of the great war who had the courage to dare the unknowndangers of the high levels and who first threw their ships through theRepelling Area and blazed the airtrails of a new worldAnd today I who have seen all this stand before you and say ThankGod that the spirit of brave men goes on It has never endedthat adventurer strainthat race of Viking men Wehave two of them here tonight The whole world is pausing this instantwherever men are on land or water or air to do honor to these twoThey do not know why they are here They have been summoned by theStratosphere Control Board which has delegated to me the honor of makingthe announcementThe tall figure was commandingly erect for an instant the fire of youthhad returned to himWalter Harkness he called Chester Bullard Stand forth that theeyes of the world may seeTwo men arose from among the members of the Board and came hesitantlyforward Strongly contrasting was the darkly handsome face of Harknessman of wealth and Pilot of the Second Class and the no less pleasingfeatures of Chet Bullard Master Pilot of the World For Bullardscurling hair was as golden as the triple star upon his chest thatproclaimed his standing to the world and all the air aboveThe speaker was facing them he turned away for a moment that he mightbow to a girl who was still seated next to the chair where WaltHarkness had beenTo Mrs Harkness he said who until one month ago was MademoiselleDelacouer of our own beloved France I shall have something further tosay She too has been summoned by the Board but for now I addressthese two Again he was facing the two men and now he was speaking directly tothemPilot Harkness and Master Pilot Bullard for you the world has beenforced to create a new honor a new mark of the worlds esteem For youtwo have done what never men have done before We who have preceded youhave subdued the air but you gentlemen youthe first of all createdbeings to do sohave conquered spaceAnd to you because of your courage because of your dauntless pioneerspirit because of the unconquerable will that drove you and theinventive genius that made it possiblebecause all these have set youabove us more ordinary men since they have made you the first men tofly through spaceit is my privilege now to show you the honor in whichyou are held by the whole worldThe firm voice quavered for a moment the old hands trembled as theylifted a blazing gem from its velvet caseChester Bullard Master Pilot on behalf of the Stratosphere ControlBoard I bestow upon youStop Every radiophone in the world must have echoed that sharp command everytelevision screen must have shown to a breathless audience the figurewhose blond hair was awry whose lean face was afire with protest asChet Bullard sprang forward with upraised handYoure wrongdead wrong Youre making a mistake I cant acceptthatThe master pilots voice was raised in earnest protest He seemed forthe moment unaware of the thousands of eyes that were upon himheedless of the gasp of amazement that swept sibilantly over the vastaudience like a hissing wave breaking upon the beach And then his faceflushed scarlet though his eyes still held steadily upon the startledcountenance of the man who stood transfixed while the jewel in his handtook the light of the nitron illuminators above and shot it back in aglory of rainbow huesFrom the seated group on the platform a man came forward Commander ofthe Air

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Produced by David WidgerMARK TWAIN A BIOGRAPHYTHE PERSONAL AND LITERARY LIFE OF SAMUEL LANGHORNE CLEMENSBY ALBERT BIGELOW PAINEVOLUME I Part 1 18351866TO CLARA CLEMENS GABRILOWITSCH WHO STEADILY UPHELD THE AUTHORS PURPOSETO WRITE HISTORY RATHER THAN EULOGY AS THE STORY OF HER FATHERS LIFEAN ACKNOWLEDGMENTDear William Dean Howells Joseph Hopkins Twichell Joseph T Goodmanand other old friends of Mark TwainI cannot let these volumes go to press without some grateful word to youwho have helped me during the six years and more that have gone to theirmakingFirst I want to confess how I have envied you your association withMark Twain in those days when you and he went gipsying a long timeago Next I want to express my wonder at your willingness to give meso unstintedly from your precious letters and memories when it is inthe nature of man to hoard such treasures for himself and for those whofollow him And lastly I want to tell you that I do not envy you somuch any more for in these chapters one after another through yourgrace I have gone gipsying with you all Neither do I wonder now forI have come to know that out of your love for him grew that greaterunselfishness or divine selfishness as he himself might have termedit and that nothing short of the fullest you could do for his memorywould have contented your heartsMy gratitude is measureless and it is worldwide for there is no landso distant that it does not contain some one who has eagerly contributedto the story Only I seem so poorly able to put my thanks into wordsAlbert Bigelow PainePREFATORY NOTECertain happenings as recorded in this work will be found to differmaterially from the same incidents and episodes as set down in thewritings of Mr Clemens himself Mark Twains spirit was built of thevery fabric of truth so far as moral intent was concerned but in hisearlier autobiographical writingsand most of his earlier writings wereautobiographicalhe made no real pretense to accuracy of time placeor circumstanceseeking as he said only to tell a good storywhilein later years an evervivid imagination and a capricious memory madehistory difficult even when as in his socalled Autobiography hiseffort was in the direction of factWhen I was younger I could remember anything whether it happened ornot he once said quaintly but I am getting old and soon I shallremember only the latterThe reader may be assured where discrepancies occur that the writerof this memoir has obtained his data from direct and positive sourcesletters diaries accountbooks or other immediate memoranda alsofrom the concurring testimony of eyewitnesses supported by a unityof circumstance and conditions and not from hearsay or vagrant printeditemsMARK TWAINA BIOGRAPHYI ANCESTORSOn page 492 of the old volume of Suetonius which Mark Twain read untilhis very last day there is a reference to one Flavius Clemens a manof wide repute for his want of energy and in a marginal note he haswrittenI guess this is where our line startsIt was like him to write that It spoke in his whimsical fashion theattitude of humility the ready acknowledgment of shortcoming which washis chief characteristic and made him lovablein his personality and inhis workHistorically we need not accept this identity of the Clemens ancestryThe name itself has a kindly meaning and was not an uncommon one inRome There was an early pope by that name and it appears now andagain in the annals of the Middle Ages More lately there was a GregoryClemens an English landowner who became a member of Parliament underCromwell and signed the deathwarrant of Charles I Afterward he wastried as a regicide his estates were confiscated and his head wasexposed on a pole on the top of Westminster HallTradition says that the family of Gregory Clemens did not remain inEngland but emigrated to Virginia or New Jersey and from them indirect line descended the Virginia Clemenses including John MarshallClemens the father of Mark Twain Perhaps the line could be traced andits various steps identified but after all an ancestor more or lessneed not matter when it is the story of a descendant that is to bewrittenOf Mark Twains immediate forebears however there is something to besaid His paternal grandfather whose name also was Samuel was a man ofculture and literary taste In 1797 he married a Virginia girl PamelaGoggin and of their five children John Marshall Clemens born August11 1798 was the eldestbecoming male head of the family at the age ofseven when his father was accidentally killed at a houseraising Thefamily was not a poor one but the boy grew up with a taste for workAs a youth he became a clerk in an iron manufactory at Lynchburg anddoubtless studied at night At all events he acquired an education butinjured his health in the mean time and somewhat later with his motherand the younger children removed to Adair County Kentucky where thewidow presently married a sweetheart of her girlhood one Simon Hancocka good man In due course John Clemens was sent to Columbia thecountyseat to study law When the living heirs became of age headministered his fathers estate receiving as his own share threenegro slaves also a mahogany sideboard which remains among the Clemenseffects to this dayThis was in 1821 John Clemens was now a young man of twentythreenever very robust but with a good profession plenty of resolution anda heart full of hope and dreams Sober industrious and unswervinglyupright it seemed certain that he must make his mark That he waslikely to be somewhat too optimistic even visionary was not thenregarded as a misfortuneIt was two years later that he met Jane Lampton whose mother was aCaseya MontgomeryCasey whose father was of the Lamptons Lambtonsof Durham England and who on her own account was reputed to be thehandsomest girl and the wittiest as well as the best dancer in allKentucky The Montgomeries and the Caseys of Kentucky had been Indianfighters in the Daniel Boone period and grandmother Casey who had beenJane Montgomery had worn moccasins in her girlhood and once savedher life by jumping a

Produced by Daniel FromontNotes ce roman fut dabord publié dans la revue Le Noël puis dansles Veillées des Chaumières et enfin en volume en 1905 Les éditionsultérieures du roman avec de nombreuses modifications sont paruessous le titre La jeune fille emmuréeM DELLYLEtincelleABBEVILLEF PAILLART IMPRIMEUREDITEURA MA CHERE ET VENEREE GRANDTANTEMADAME DUTFOYEn témoignage de ma respectueuse affectionLETINCELLEIUn jour terne et mélancolique pénétrait dans la pièce à travers lesvitres ruisselantes de la pluie fine serrée tenace qui tombait depuislaube Dans cette sorte de pénombre disparaissaient ou sestompaient àpeine les dressoirs de bois sombre le massif buffet garni deprécieuses porcelaines les quelques tableaux paysages dus à despinceaux célèbres qui ornaient cette très vaste salle à manger Seulela partie de la grande table qui se rapprochait des deux fenêtresvoyait arriver à elle une clarté à peu près suffisanteDu moins la personne qui se trouvait là sen contentait et travaillaitavec une extrême application Sa tête demeurait penchée sur le lingequelle reprisait et lon napercevait delle que son buste mince etélégant un peu grêle et une épaisse torsade de cheveux soyeux duneremarquable finesse et dune nuance blond argenté rare et charmanteLes mains qui faisaient marcher laiguille étaient petites et bienfaites mais brunies même un peu durcies comme celles dune ménagèreLe silence dans cette rue parisienne un peu retirée était troubléseulement à de rares intervalles par le passage dune voiture et depiétons dont les pas claquaient sur le sol mouillé Dans lappartementluimême rien ne venait le rompreMais un pas énergique résonna soudain derrière une porte et cellecisouvrit avec un petit grincement Dans louverture sencadra une femmede haute stature et dapparence vigoureuse Une épaisse chevelurenoire à peine traversée de quelques fils dargent ombrageait sonfront élevé et volontaire en faisant ressortir la pâleur de ce visageaux traits accentués Dès le premier coup doeil jeté sur cettephysionomie énergique et hautaine en rencontrant ces yeux bruns trèspénétrants froids et tranchants comme une lame mais animés dunesingulière intelligence on avait lintuition de se trouver en facedune personnalité remarquablequoique peu sympathiqueIsabelleLa voix qui prononçait ce nom résonna brève et métallique dans lesilence de la grande salle La tête blonde se leva lentement et deuxgrands yeux dun bleu violet se tournèrent vers la porteIsabelle nous partirons dans deux jours pour MaisonVieilleTenezvous prêteBien grandmère dit une voix calme presque morneEt la tête blonde sabaissa de nouveauLa grande dame brune séloigna en refermant la porte dun mouvementplein de décision Mais une minute plus tard cette porte serouvrait livrant passage à une ombre mince et grise qui se glissa dansla salle et arriva près de la travailleuseQuelle folie Isabelle Estil vraiment raisonnable de repriseravec un jour pareil dit une petite voix grêle Cela na rien depressé voyonsLaiguille fut arrêtée dans son mouvement et un jeune visage se tournavers larrivante Il était impossible de rêver un teint dune plusparfaite blancheur non la froide blancheur du marbre mais celleexquisement délicate comme transparente des pétales de certainesroses Mais cette figure de jeune fille fine et charmante étaitamaigrie et empreinte dune morne tristesseJe suis très pressée au contraire tante Bernardine maintenantsurtoutAh tu fais allusion au départ pour MaisonVieille sans douteMadame Norand ta ditLa jeune fille inclina affirmativement la tête Ses mains étaientmaintenant croisées sur son ouvrage et elle regardait distraitement lesminuscules ruisseaux serpentant le long des vitres et incessammentalimentés par la pluie persistanteSon interlocutrice sassit près delle Cette petite femme maigre etlégèrement contrefaite dont le visage jauni sencadrait de bandeauxdun blond terne semblait navoir au premier abord aucuneressemblance avec la jolie créature qui lappelait sa tante Cependanten les voyant quelque temps lune près de lautre on réussissait àtrouver quelques traits identiques dans la physionomie effacée etinsignifiante de la vieille demoiselle et celle infiniment délicatemais trop grave de la jeune filleEstu contente Isabelle Tu aimes mieux Astinac que Parisnestce pasIsabelle demeura un instant sans répondre le visage tourné vers lafenêtre par laquelle le crépuscule tombant jetait une plus pénétrantemélancolie Enfin elle dit lentementOui peutêtre Jaime la campagne et puisElle sinterrompit et une sorte de lueur traversa son regard triste Et puis il y a un peu plus de liberté du soleil de lair desfleurs tandis quiciElle montrait la rue la perspective des toits sans fin des maisonsfroides et solennelles et aussi le ciel maussade latmosphère humideet grise de cette soirée de maiOui les promenades seront plus agréables làbas et moi aussi jesuis contente dy aller car je naime décidément pas Paris ditMademoiselle Bernardine dun petit ton allègre Allons laisse tonouvrage Isabelle Six heures sont sonné saistuIsabelle se leva lentement comme à regret Elle avait une tailleélevée extrêmement mince et sveltetrop mince même car elle ployaitcomme une tige frêle sous le poids dune lassitude physique ou moraleSes mouvements paisibles presque lents semblaient témoigner de cettemême fatigueElle rangea son ouvrage et gagna un long couloir au bout duquelsouvrait la cuisine Une vieille femme très corpulente allait etvenait dans cette vaste pièce gourmandant à tout instant la fillettemaigre et ébouriffée qui épluchait des légumes près dune tableSans prononcer une parole Isabelle décrocha un large tablier bleuquelle noua autour delle et dans le même silence se mit à aider lavieille cuisinière Celleci semblait accepter ses services comme unechose habituelle et de fait en voyant la dextérité de cette jeunefille dans la besogne quelle accomplissait il était permis de penserquelle avait dû bien souvent remplir cet officeMais elle navait pas abandonné son attitude lasse non plus que sesmouvements presque inconscients parfois semblaitil Un seul instantelle éleva un peu la voix pour prendre la défense de la fillette quiservait de laveuse de vaisselle et de petite aideMademoiselle cest une étourdie une effrontée sécria lacuisinière en roulant des yeux féroces Croiriezvous quelle estrestée près dune heure pour faire une petite course à côté Elle aété jouer je ne sais où ou bien baguenauder devant les magasinsMais Rose sa vie nest pas si gaie On peut lexcuser un peu cetteenfant Oui elle a le temps de connaître lennui dit Isabelle dunton bas plein damère mélancolieUne ombre semblait sêtre étendue sur son front tandis quellecontinuait ses allées et venues à travers la cuisine Elle retournabientôt dans la salle à manger où une

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aan een geschakelde ketenvan onwaarschijnlijkheden waarmede ik geleid werd tot het einddoelmijner levensdagenIk ben een koopmanszoon en heet Charmides en mijne ouders hoewel uitAthene afkomstig woonden te Epidaurus in Argolis en mijn vader had ereen bloeienden groothandel Uit Indië over KleinAzië uit Arabië enEgypte brachten zijne schepen hem velerlei kostbare koopwaar die hijwederom verzond naar Athene en Rome niet alleen maar naar allerleistreken van het Romeinsche Rijk dat in die tijden mijner jeugdbeheerscht werd door onzen genadigen Keizer Hadrianus Zeer vermogendwas mijn vader tevens een krachtig en energiek koopman gebleven en zaghet met leede oogen aan dat ik zijne eenige zoon en het bedorvenkind mijner moeder die een Romeinsche was niet naar hem aardde enweinig belang stelde in de uitgebreide zaken van het handelshuis datzijn eigen was Integendeel niets boezemde mij minder belang in danhandel dan geld maken en wat mij alleen belang inboezemde dat wasde liefde Ik was geboren 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Produced by Roger Frank Juliet Sutherland and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTHE HOUSE IN THE WATERA BOOK OF ANIMAL STORIESTHE HOUSE IN THE WATERA BOOK OF ANIMAL STORIESBY CHARLES G D ROBERTSAuthor of The Kindred of the Wild Red Fox The Heart of the AncientWood The Forge in the Forest The Heart That Knows etcIllustrated and decorated byCHARLES LIVINGSTON BULL and FRANK VINING SMITHTHE PAGE COMPANYPUBLISHERS BOSTONCopyright 1907 by Curtis Publishing CompanyCopyright 1908 by Funk Wagnalls CompanyCopyright 1908 by The Circle Publishing CompanyCopyright 1908 by Associated Sunday Magazines IncorporatedCopyright 1908 by L C Page Company IncorporatedAll rights reservedFirst Impression May 1908Third Impression May 1916THE COLONIAL PRESSC H SIMONDS CO BOSTON U S ACONTENTS OF THE BOOK PAGE The House in the Water 1 The Whiteslashed Bull 125 When the Blueberries Are Ripe 152 The Glutton of the Great Snow 163 When the Truce of the Wild is Done 192 The Window in the Shack 204 The Return of the Moose 225 From the Teeth of the Tide 235 The Fight at the Wallow 252 Sonny and the Kid 271A LIST OF THE FULLPAGE DRAWINGS IN THE BOOK PAGE Began to climb out upon the crest of the dam 7 A foraging fishhawk winging above 15 The otter moved with unusual caution 19 Suddenly rearing his sleek snaky body half out of the water 23 Poked his head above water 33 Sticky lumps which they could hug under their chins 41 Twisted it across his shoulders and let it drag behind him

Produced by The Online Distributed Proofreading Team athttpwwwpgdpnet This book was produced from scannedimages of public domain material from the Google Printproject Al de Kinderliederen Van J P Heije Met vertalingen van A Clavareau Prof Karl Arenz en F J Millard Photographie van VAN KONINGSVELD Teekeningen van CHANTAL en ROCHUSSEN Staalgravuren van SLUIJTER Amsterdam P N van Kampen 1861 Gedrukt bij C A Spin ZoonAAN DE KINDERENHerinneren sommigen uwer mijn Lievertjes zich nog hoe k bijde Nieuwe Kinderliederen wenschte dat ge op mijn Verjaardag aanmij dacht k Zette toen als een Onderonsje den datum bij tWoordjevooràf Dàt doe k thans ook hieronder opdat ge t allenzoudt kunnen wetenWant zie ik geef U hier al de Versjes en Liedjes bijéén die ikvoor U gemaakt heb Behalve de Bundeltjes van vroeger ook dat vant Nut staan in dit boekje nog wel een dertig Gedichtjes waarvange de meesten in t geheel niet kendeEn hoe vindt ge dan de vriendelijkheid van de HH Clavareau Arenzen Millard om U haast zonder dat ge t merkt drie vreemde talen teleeren Ik ten minste ben er hun zeer dankbaar voor want Vader Catsreeds heeft gezeîd Zóóveel mannen in één man Als hij vreemde talen kanen dit geldt net zoo goed voor meisjes als voor jongensMooije prentjes hebben de HH Rochussen en Sluijter er bij gemaakten zoo ge verlangd hebt te weten hoe ik zelf er ten naasten bijuitzie dan moet ge den Heer Chantal den Heer Sluijter en den Heervan Koningsveld die er eerst eene photographie van maakte bedankenvoor het portret op den titel t Meisje dat vóór mij staat ismijn éénig dochtertje Sophie Een zoon heb ik niet maar opdat dejongens niet vreezen zouden dat ik dáárom minder van hen hieldheb ik er ook een kleinen knaap bij laten teekenenEn nu zoo als gezeîd isdoe uw best om t elken dag lieverflinker knapper braver zachtmoediger en blijmoediger te wordenóók zoo k hoop door t véél lezen en zingen van deze Versjes enLiedjes en ontvang als ge zóó zijt of worden wilt en zóó aan mijdenkt in gedachten een kus en een hand en een hand en een kusAmsterdam Van Uw Vriend1 Maart 1861 Dr HeijeINHOUD1 I Schoudermanteltje 96 Nieuwe klompjes 97 Bladz Winter 98 Dageraad 3 Broodkruimels 99 Morgenlied 4

Produced by Roberta Staehlin and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet This file wasproduced from images generously made available by TheInternet ArchiveAmerican Libraries THE OLD COUNTESS OR THE TWO PROPOSALS BY MRS ANN S STEPHENS AUTHOR OF LORD HOPES CHOICE THE REIGNING BELLE MARRIED IN HASTE MABELS MISTAKE DOUBLY FALSE WIVES AND WIDOWS MARY DERWENT THE REJECTED WIFE THE SOLDIERS ORPHANS THE OLD HOMESTEAD FASHION AND FAMINE THE HEIRESS RUBY GRAYS STRATEGY THE CURSE OF GOLD SILENT STRUGGLES THE WIFES SECRET PALACES AND PRISONS THE GOLD BRICK A NOBLE WOMAN A SEQUEL TO LORD HOPES CHOICE PHILADELPHIA T B PETERSON BROTHERS 306 CHESTNUT STREET Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1873 by T B PETERSON BROTHERS In the Office of the Librarian of Congress at Washington D CCONTENTS Chapter PAGE ILOVE LIGHTS IN TWO HEARTS 23 IICLARA APPEALS TO HER STEPMOTHER 30 IIILOVERS QUARREL 40 IVTHE ITALIAN TEACHER 48 VTHE MOTHER AND DAUGHTER IN OPPOSITION 57 VISOME OLD ACQUAINTANCES GET INTO A CONJUGAL DIFFICULTY 68 VIITHE OPERATIC SUPPER 77 VIIIBEHIND THE SCENES 86 IXTHE FIRST PERFORMANCE 91 XTHE TWO FOSTERCHILDREN MEET 96 XILADY CLARA QUARRELS WITH HER STEPMOTHER 101 XIITHE OLD PRISONER 107 XIIITHE OLD COUNTESS 116 XIVTHE OLD COUNTESS AND HER SERVANT 122 XVTHE EARLS RETURN 133 XVITHE WIFE AND THE DAUGHTER 143 XVIIHUSBAND AND WIFE 152 XVIIITHE STORMY NIGHT AND SUNSHINY MORNING 159 XIXAFTER THE FAILURE 167 XXLORD HILTON TAKES SUPPER WITH OLYMPIA 176 XXION THE WAY TO HOUGHTON CASTLE 184

Produced by Delphine Lettau and the Online DistributedProofreading Canada Team at httpwwwpgdpcanadanetChronicles of CarlingfordTHE DOCTORS FAMILYBYMRS OLIPHANTNEW EDITION_WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS_EDINBURGH AND LONDONCHRONICLES OF CARLINGFORDTHE DOCTORS FAMILYCHAPTER IYoung Dr Rider lived in the new quarter of Carlingford had he aimed ata reputation in society he could not possibly have done a more foolishthing but such was not his leading motive The young man being butyoung aimed at a practice He was not particular in the mean time as tothe streets in which his patients dwelt A new house gazing with allits windows over a brickfield was as interesting to the young surgeonas if it had been one of those exclusive houses in Grange Lane wherethe aristocracy of Carlingford lived retired within their garden wallsHis own establishment though sufficiently comfortable was of a kindutterly to shock the feelings of the refined community a corner housewith a surgery round the corner throwing the gleam of its red lamp overall that chaotic district of halfformed streets and fulldevelopedbrickfields with its nightbell prominent and young Riders name on astaring brass plate with mysterious initials after it MRCS theunhappy young man had been seduced to put after his name upon that brassplate though he was really Dr Rider a physician if not an experiencedone Friends had advised him that in such districts people were afraidof physicians associating only with dread adumbrations of a guinea avisit that miscomprehended name so with a pang the young surgeon hadput his degree in his pocket and put up with the inferior distinctionOf course Dr Marjoribanks had all the patronage of Grange Lane Thegreat people were infatuated about that snuffy old Scotchmana manbehind his day who had rusted and grown old among the soft diseasesof Carlingford where sharp practice was so seldom necessary and noopening appeared for young Rider except in the new district in the smugcorner house with the surgery and the red lamp and MRCS on a brassplate on his doorIf you can imagine that the young man bowed his spirit to this without astruggle you do the poor young fellow injustice He had been hardenough put to it at divers periods of his life Ambition had not beenpossible for him either in one shape or another Some people said he hada vulgar mind when he subsided into that house other people declaredhim a shabby fellow when he found out after the hardest nights thoughthe ever went through in his life that he durst not ask Bessie Christianto marry him You dont suppose that he did not know in his secretheart and feel tingling through every vein those words which nobodyever said to his face But he could not help it He could only make anindignant gulp of his resentment and shame which were shame andresentment at himself for wanting the courage to dare everything aswell as at other people for finding him out and go on with his workas he best could He was not a hero nor a martyr men made of thatstuff have large compensations He was an ordinary individual with nosublimity in him and no compensation to speak of for his sufferingsnoconsciousness of lofty rightdoing or of a course of action superior tothe worldPerhaps you would prefer to go upstairs and see for yourself what wasthe skeleton in Edward Riders cupboard rather than have it describedto you His drag came to the door an hour ago and he went off with Caresitting behind him and a certain angry pang aching in his heart whichperhaps Bessie Christians weddingveil seen far off in church yesterdaymight have something to do with His looks were rather black as hetwitched the reins out of his little grooms hands and went off at astartling pace which was almost the only consolation the young fellowhad Now that he is certainly gone and the coast clear we may goupstairs It is true he all but kicked the curate down for taking asimilar liberty but we who are less visible may venture while he isawayThis skeleton is not in a cupboard It is in an upstairs roomcomfortable enough but heated close unwholesomea place from whicheven when the window is open the fresh air seems shut out There is nofresh air nor current of life in this stifling place There is a firethough it is not colda sofa near the firea sickening heavy smell ofabiding tobacconot light whiffs of smoke such as accompany a manslabours but a dead pall of idle heavy vapour and in the midst of all aman stretched lazily on the sofa with his pipe laid on the table besidehim and a book in his soft boneless nerveless hands A large maninterpenetrated with smoke and idleness and a certain dreary soddendissipation heated yet unexcited reading a novel he has readhalfadozen times before He turns his bemused eyes to the door whenhis invisible visitors enter He fancies he hears some one coming butwill not take the trouble to rise and see who is thereso instead ofthat exertion he takes up his pipe knocks the ashes out of it upon hisbook fills it with coarse tobacco and stretches his long arm over theshoulder of the sofa for a light His feet are in slippers his personclothed in a greasy old coat his linen soiled and untidy That is theskeleton in young Riders houseThe servants you may be sure knew all about this unwelcome visitorThey went with bottles and jugs secretly to bring him what he wantedthey went to the circulating library for him they let him in when hehad been out in the twilight all shabby and slovenly They would not behuman if they did not talk about him They say he is very goodnaturedpoor gentlemanalways has a pleasant wordis nobodys enemy but hisown and to see how the doctor do look at him and he his own brotheras was brought up with him is dreadful to be sureAll this young Rider takes silently never saying a word about it to anyhuman creature He seems to know by intuition what all these people

Produced by Charles KellerTALES FROM TWO HEMISPHERESBy Hjalmar Hjorth Boysen1877CONTENTS THE MAN WHO LOST HIS NAME THE STORY OF AN OUTCAST A GOODFORNOTHING A SCIENTIFIC VAGABOND TRULS THE NAMELESS ASATHORS VENGEANCETALES FROM TWO HEMISPHERESTHE MAN WHO LOST HIS NAMEON the second day of June 186 a young Norseman Halfdan Bjerkby name landed on the pier at Castle Garden He passed through thestraight and narrow gate where he was asked his name birthplace andhow much money he hadat which he grew very much frightenedAnd your destinationdemanded the grufflooking functionary at thedeskAmerica said the youth and touched his hat politelyDo you think I have time for joking roared the official with anoathThe Norseman ran his hand through his hair smiled his timidlyconciliatory smile and tried his best to look brave but his handtrembled and his heart thumped away at an alarmingly quickened tempoPut him down for Nebraska cried a stout redcheeked individualinwrapped in the mingled fumes of tobacco and whisky whose function itwas to open and shut the gateThere aint many as go to NebraskaAll right NebraskaThe gate swung open and the pressure from behind urged the timidtraveler on while an extra push from the gatekeeper sent him flying inthe direction of a board fence where he sat down and tried to realizethat he was now in the land of libertyHalfdan Bjerk was a tall slenderlimbed youth of very delicate framehe had a pair of wonderfully candid unreflecting blue eyes a smoothclear beardless face and soft wavy light hair which was pushed backfrom his forehead without parting His mouth and chin were well cut buttheir lines were perhaps rather weak for a man When in repose theensemble of his features was exceedingly pleasing and somehow remindedone of Correggios St John He had left his native land because he wasan ardent republican and was abstractly convinced that man genericallyand individually lives more happily in a republic than in a monarchyHe had anticipated with keen pleasure the large freely breathing lifehe was to lead in a land where every man was his neighbors brotherwhere no senseless traditions kept a jealous watch over obsoletesystems and shrines and no chilling prejudice blighted the spontaneousblossoming of the soulHalfdan was an only child His father a poor government official haddied during his infancy and his mother had given music lessons andkept boarders in order to gain the means to give her son what iscalled a learned education In the Latin school Halfdan had enjoyed thereputation of being a bright youth and at the age of eighteen he hadentered the university under the most promising auspices He could makevery fair verses and play all imaginable instruments with equal easewhich made him a favorite in society Moreover he possessed that veryoldfashioned accomplishment of cutting silhouettes and what was morehe could draw the most charmingly fantastic arabesques for embroiderypatterns and he even dabbled in portrait and landscape paintingWhatever he turned his hand to he did well in fact astonishinglywell for a dilettante and yet not well enough to claim the title of anartist Nor did it ever occur to him to make such a claim As one ofhis fellowstudents remarked in a fit of jealousy Once when Nature hadmade three geniuses a poet a musician and a painter she took all theremaining odds and ends and shook them together at random and the resultwas Halfdan Bjerk This agreeable melange of accomplishments howeverproved very attractive to the ladies who invited the possessor toinnumerable afternoon teaparties where they drew heavy drafts on hisunflagging patience and kept him steadily engaged with patterns anddesigns for embroidery leather flowers and other dainty knickknacksAnd in return for all his exertions they called him sweet andbeautiful and applied to him many other enthusiastic adjectivesseldom heard in connection with masculine names In the universitytalents of this order gained but slight recognition and when Halfdanhad for three years been preparing himself in vain for the examenphilosophicum he found himself slowly and imperceptibly drifting intothe ranks of the socalled studiosi perpetui who preserve a solemnsilence at the examination tables fraternize with every new generationof freshmen and at last become part of the fixed furniture of theirAlma Mater In the larger American colleges such men are mercilesslydropped or sent to a Divinity School but the European universitieswhose tempers the centuries have mellowed harbor in their spaciousGothic bosoms a tenderer heart for their unfortunate sons There theprofessors greet them at the green tables with a goodhumored smile ofrecognition they are treated with gentle forbearance and are allowedto linger on until they die or become tutors in the families of remoteclergymen where they invariably fall in love with the handsomestdaughter and thus lounge into a modest prosperityIf this had been the fate of our friend Bjerk we should have dismissedhim here with a confident vale on his lifes pilgrimage Butunfortunately Bjerk was inclined to hold the government in someway responsible for his own poor success as a student and this inconnection with an aesthetic enthusiasm for ancient Greece graduallyconvinced him that the republic was the only form of government underwhich men of his tastes and temperament were apt to flourish It waslike everything that pertained to him a cheerful genial convictionwithout the slightest tinge of bitterness The old institutions wereobsolete rotten to the core he said and needed a radical renovationHe could sit for hours of an evening in the Students Union anddiscourse over a glass of mild toddy on the benefits of universalsuffrage and trial by jury while the picturesqueness of his languagehis genial sarcasms or occasional witty allusions would call forthuproarious applause from throngs of admiring freshmen These were thesunny days in Halfdans career days long to be remembered They came toan abrupt end when old Mrs Bjerk died leaving nothing behind her buther furniture and some trifling debts The son who was not an eminentlypractical man underwent long hours of misery in trying to settle up heraffairs

Produced by Carlo Traverso Christine P Travers and theOnline Distributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetThis file was produced from images generously madeavailable by the Bibliothèque nationale de FranceBnFGallica at httpgallicabnffrNote au lecteur de ce fichier digitalSeules les erreurs clairement introduites par le typographe ont étécorrigéesCe fichier est un extrait du recueil du journal Le Tour du mondeJournal des voyages et des voyageurs 2e semestre 1905Les articles ont été regroupés dans des fichiers correspondantaux différentes zones géographiques ce fichier contient les articles surles Nouvelles HébridesChaque fichier contient lindex complet du recueil dont cesarticles sont originairesLa liste des illustrations étant très longue elle a été déplacée etplacée en fin de fichier LE TOUR DU MONDE PARIS IMPRIMERIE FERNAND SCHMIDT 20 rue du Dragon 20 NOUVELLE SÉRIE11e ANNÉE 2e SEMESTRE LE TOUR DU MONDE JOURNAL DES VOYAGES ET DES VOYAGEURS Le Tour du Monde a été fondé par Édouard Charton en 1860 PARIS LIBRAIRIE DE HACHETTE ET Cie 79 BOULEVARD SAINTGERMAIN 79 LONDRES 18 KING WILLIAM STREET STRAND 1905Droits de traduction et de reproduction réservésTABLE DES MATIÈRESLÉTÉ AU KACHMIRPar _Mme F MICHEL_ I De Paris à Srînagar Un guide pratique De Bombay à Lahore Premiers préparatifs En _tonga_ de RawalPindi à Srînagar Les Kachmiris et les maîtres du Kachmir Retour à la vie nomade 1 II La Vallée heureuse en _dounga_ Bateliers et batelières De Baramoula à Srînagar La capitale du Kachmir Un peu déconomie politique En amont de Srînagar 13 III Sous la tente Les petites vallées du SudEst Histoires de voleurs et contes de fées Les ruines de Martand De Brahmanes en Moullas 25 IV Le pèlerinage dAmarnâth La vallée du Lidar Les pèlerins de lInde Vers les cimes La grotte sacrée En _dholi_ Les Goudjars pasteurs de buffles 37 V Le pèlerinage de lHaramouk Alpinisme funèbre et hydrothérapie religieuse Les temples de Vangâth Frissons dautomne Les adieux à Srînagar 49SOUVENIRS DE LA COTE DIVOIREPar _le docteur LAMY__Médecinmajor des troupes coloniales_ I Voyage dans la brousse En file indienne Motéso La route dans un ruisseau Denguéra Kodioso Villes et villages abandonnés Où est donc Bettié Arrivée à Dioubasso 61 II Dans le territoire de Mopé Coutumes du pays La mort dun prince héritier Lépreuve du poison De Mopé à Bettié Bénie roi de Bettié et sa capitale Retour à PetitAlépé

Produced by Emma Dudding John Bickers and DagnyA SPIRIT IN PRISONBy Robert HichensOriginal Transcribers Note This text was prepared from a 1908 editionpublished by Harper Brothers New York and LondonA SPIRIT IN PRISONCHAPTER ISomewhere not far off on the still sea that held the tiny islet in awarm embrace a boys voice was singing Napoli BellaVere heard the song as she sat in the sun with her face set towardsNisida and the distant peak of Ischia and instinctively she shifted herposition and turned her head looking towards the calm and untroubledwater that stretched between her and Naples For the voice that sangof the beautiful city was coming towards her from the beautiful cityhymning the siren it had left perhaps but two hours agoOn his pedestal set upon rock San Francesco seemed to be attentive tothe voice He stood beyond the sheltered pool of the sea that dividedthe islet from the mainland staring across at Vere as if he envied herhe who was rooted in Italy and deprived of her exquisite freedomHis beard hung down to his waist his cross protruded over his leftshoulder and his robe of dusty grayish brown touched his feet whichhad never wandered one step since he was made and set there to keepwatch over the fishermen who come to sleep under the lee of the islandby nightNow it was brilliant daylight The sun shone vividly over the Bay ofNaples over the great and vital city over Vesuvius the long line ofthe land towards Sorrento over Capri with its shadowy mountain andPosilippo with its treeguarded villas And in the sharp radiance of Maythe careless voice of the fisherboy sang the familiar song that Verehad always known and seldom heededToday why she did not know Vere listened to it attentively Somethingin the sound of the voice caught her attention roused within her asense of sympathyCarelessness and happiness make a swift appeal to young hearts andthis voice was careless and sounded very happy There was a deliberategruffness in it a determination to be manly which proved the vocalistto be no man Vere knew at once that a boy was singing and she feltthat she must see himShe got up went into the little garden at the edge of the cliff andlooked over the wallThere was a boat moving slowly towards her not very far away In itwere three figures all stripped for diving and wearing white cottondrawers Two were sitting on the gunwale with their knees drawn upnearly to their chins The third was standing and with a languidbut strong and regular movement was propelling the boat forward withbigbladed oars This was the singer and as the boat drew nearer Verecould see that he had the young lithe form of a boyWhile she watched leaning down from her eyrie the boat and the songstopped and the singer let go his oars and turned to the men behindhim The boat had reached a place near the rocks that was good groundfor _frutti di mare_Vere had often seen the divers in the Bay of Naples at their curioustoil Yet it never ceased to interest her She had a passion for thesea and for all things connected with it Now she leaned a little lowerover the wall with her eyes fixed on the boat and its occupantsUpon the water she saw corks floating and presently one of the menswung himself round and sat facing the sea with his back to the boatand his bare legs dipping into the water The boy had dropped downto the bottom of the craft His hands were busy arranging clothes ortackle and his lusty voice again rang out to the glory of Napolibella Napoli There was something infectious in his happygoluckylightheartedness Vere smiled as she listened but there was awistfulness in her heart At that moment a very common desire of youngand vigorous girls assailed herthe desire to be a boy not a boy bornof rich parents destined to the idle aimless life of aristocraticyoung Neapolitans but a brown badly dressed or scarcely dressed atall boy of the peopleShe was often lighthearted careless But was she ever as lightheartedand careless as that singing boy She supposed herself to be free Butwas she could she ever be at liberty as he wasThe man who had been dipping his feet in the sea rested one hand on thegunwale let his body droop forward dropped into the water paddled fora moment reached one of the floating corks turned over head downwardsdescribing a circle which showed his chocolatecolored back archedkicked up his feet and disappeared The second man lounged lazily fromthe boat into the sea and imitated him The boy sat still and wenton singing Vere felt disappointed Was not he going to dive too Shewanted him to dive If she were that boy she would go in she feltsure of it before the men It must be lovely to sink down into theunderworld of the sea to rifle from the rocks their fruit that grewthick as fruit on the trees But the boyhe was lazy good for nothingbut singing She was half ashamed of him Whimsically and laughing toherself at her own absurdity she lifted her two hands brown with thesun to her lips and cried with all her mightVa dentro pigro Va dentroAs her voice died away the boy stopped singing sprang into the seakicked up his feet and disappearedVere was conscious of a thrill that was like a thrill of triumphHe obeyed me she thoughtA pleasant feeling of power came to her From her eyrie on the rock shewas directing these strange sea doings She was ruling over the men ofthe seaThe empty boat swayed softly on the water but its three formeroccupants were all hidden by the sea It seemed as if they would nevercome up again Vere began to hold her breath as they were holdingtheirs At last a dark head rose above the surface then another Thetwo men paddled for a minute drawing the air into their lungs But theboy did not reappearAs the

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Produced by Suzanne L Shell Charles Franksand the Online Distributed Proofreading TeamTHE MAN WITH TWO LEFT FEET_and Other Stories_by P G WODEHOUSE1917CONTENTSBILL THE BLOODHOUNDEXTRICATING YOUNG GUSSIEWILTONS HOLIDAYTHE MIXERITHE MIXERIICROWNED HEADSAT GEISENHEIMERSTHE MAKING OF MACSONE TOUCH OF NATUREBLACK FOR LUCKTHE ROMANCE OF AN UGLY POLICEMANA SEA OF TROUBLESTHE MAN WITH TWO LEFT FEETBILL THE BLOODHOUNDTheres a divinity that shapes our ends Consider the case of HenryPifield Rice detectiveI must explain Henry early to avoid disappointment If I simply saidhe was a detective and let it go at that I should be obtaining thereaders interest under false pretences He was really only a sort ofdetective a species of sleuth At Staffords InternationalInvestigation Bureau in the Strand where he was employed they didnot require him to solve mysteries which had baffled the police He hadnever measured a footprint in his life and what he did not know aboutbloodstains would have filled a library The sort of job they gaveHenry was to stand outside a restaurant in the rain and note what timesomeone inside left it In short it is not Pifield RiceInvestigator No 1The Adventure of the Maharajahs Ruby that Isubmit to your notice but the unsensational doings of a quitecommonplace young man variously known to his comrades at the Bureau asFathead That blighter whatshisname and Here youHenry lived in a boardinghouse in Guildford Street One day a new girlcame to the boardinghouse and sat next to Henry at meals Her namewas Alice Weston She was small and quiet and rather pretty They goton splendidly Their conversation at first confined to the weather andthe movingpictures rapidly became more intimate Henry was surprisedto find that she was on the stage in the chorus Previous chorusgirlsat the boardinghouse had been of a more pronounced typegood girlsbut noisy and apt to wear beautyspots Alice Weston was differentIm rehearsing at present she said Im going out on tour nextmonth in The Girl From Brighton What do you do Mr RiceHenry paused for a moment before replying He knew how sensational hewas going to beIm a detectiveUsually when he told girls his profession squeaks of amazedadmiration greeted him Now he was chagrined to perceive in the browneyes that met his distinct disapprovalWhats the matter he said a little anxiously for even at thisearly stage in their acquaintance he was conscious of a strong desireto win her approval Dont you like detectivesI dont know Somehow I shouldnt have thought you were oneThis restored Henrys equanimity somewhat Naturally a detective doesnot want to look like a detective and give the whole thing away rightat the startI thinkyou wont be offendedGo onIve always looked on it as rather a _sneaky_ jobSneaky moaned HenryWell creeping about spying on peopleHenry was appalled She had defined his own trade to a nicety Theremight be detectives whose work was above this reproach but he was aconfirmed creeper and he knew it It wasnt his fault The boss toldhim to creep and he crept If he declined to creep he would be sacked_instanter_ It was hard and yet he felt the sting of her wordsand in his bosom the first seeds of dissatisfaction with his occupationtook rootYou might have thought that this frankness on the girls part wouldhave kept Henry from falling in love with her Certainly the dignifiedthing would have been to change his seat at table and take his mealsnext to someone who appreciated the romance of detective work a littlemore But no he remained where he was and presently Cupid who nevershoots with a surer aim than through the steam of boardinghouse hashsniped him where he satHe proposed to Alice Weston She refused himIts not because Im not fond of you I think youre the nicest man Iever met A good deal of assiduous attention had enabled Henry to winthis place in her affections He had worked patiently and well beforeactually putting his fortune to the test Id marry you tomorrow ifthings were different But Im on the stage and I mean to stick thereMost of the girls want to get off it but not me And one thing Illnever do is marry someone who isnt in the profession My sisterGenevieve did and look what happened to her She married a commercialtraveller and take it from me he travelled She never saw him for morethan five minutes in the year except when he was selling gentshosiery in the same town where she was doing her refined specialityand then hed just wave his hand and whiz by and start travellingagain My husband has got to be close by where I can see him Imsorry Henry but I know Im rightIt seemed final but Henry did not wholly despair He was a resoluteyoung man You have to be to wait outside restaurants in the rain forany length of timeHe had an inspiration He sought out a dramatic agentI want to go on the stage in musical comedyLets see you danceI cant danceSing said the agent Stop singing added the agent hastilyYou go away and have a nice cup of hot tea said the agentsoothingly and youll be as right as anything in the morningHenry went awayA few days later at the Bureau his fellowdetective Simmonds hailedhimHere you The boss wants you Buck upMr Stafford was talking into the telephone He replaced the receiver asHenry enteredOh Rice heres a woman wants her husband shadowed while hes on theroad Hes an actor Im sending you Go to this address and getphotographs and all particulars Youll have to catch the elevenoclock train on FridayYes sirHes in The Girl From Brighton company They open at BristolIt sometimes seemed to Henry as if Fate did it on purpose If thecommission had had to do with any other company it would have beenwell enough for professionally speaking it was the most importantwith which he had ever been entrusted If he had never met AliceWeston and heard her views upon detective work he would have beenpleased and flattered Things being as they were it was Henrysconsidered opinion that Fate had slipped one

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Produced by David Garcia Dan Horwood and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetIllustration Lady Dundee lifted up the child for him to kissPages 2612 Graham of Claverhouse By IAN MACLAREN Author of _Beside the Bonnie Brier Bush_ _Kate Carnegie Young Barbarians_ _A Doctor of the Old School_ _Etc Etc_ Illustrated in WaterColors by FRANK T MERRILL Copyright 1907 by John Watson The Sale of this book in New York and Philadelphia is confined to the stores of JOHN WANAMAKER NEW YORK AND LONDON THE AUTHORS AND NEWSPAPERS ASSOCIATION 1907 COPYRIGHT 1907 BY JOHN WATSON _Entered at Stationers Hall_ _All rights reserved_ Composition and Electrotyping by J J Little Co Printing and binding by The Plimpton Press Norwood Mass U S ACONTENTS BOOK I CHAPTER PAGE IBy the Camp Fire 11 IIThe Battle of Sineffe 31 IIIA Decisive Blow 53 IVA Change of Masters 72 BOOK II IA Covenanting House 93 IIThe Coming of the Amalekite 114 IIIBetween Mother and Lover 133 IVThy People Shall Be My People Thy God My God 155 BOOK III IOne Fearless Man 175 IIThe Crisis 194 IIIThe Last Blow 216 IVThou Also False 237 BOOK IV ITreason in the Camp 263 IIVisions of the Night 284 IIIFaithful Unto Death 303Illustration FACSIMILE PAGE OF MANUSCRIPT FROM BESIDE THE BONNIEBRIAR BUSHGRAHAM OF CLAVERHOUSEBOOK ICHAPTER IBY THE CAMPFIREThat afternoon a strange thing had happened to the camp of the Princeof Orange which was pitched near Nivelle in Brabant for the Princewas then challenging Condé who stuck behind his trenches at Charleroiand would not come out to fight A dustycolored cloud came racingalong the sky so swiftlyyet there was no wind to be feltthat itwas above the camp almost as soon as it was seen When the fringes ofthe cloud encompassed the place there burst forth as from its belly awhirlwind and wrought sudden devastation in a fashion none had everseen before or could afterwards forget With one long and fierce gustit tore up trees by the roots unroofed the barns where the Princesheadquarters were

Produced by Roger Frank and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetIllustration Listen Go with the love in your heartfor meFRONTISPIECE _See Page 329_THE EYE OF DREADBy PAYNE ERSKINEAuthor of The Mountain Girl Joyful Heatherby EtcWith Frontispiece byGEORGE GIBBSA L BURT COMPANY PUBLISHERS114120 East Twentythird StreetNew YorkPublished by Arrangement With Little Brown CompanyCopyright 1913By Little Brown and CompanyAll rights reservedPublished October 1913Reprinted October 1913CONTENTSBOOK ONE I BETTY 1 II WATCHING THE BEES 9 III A MOTHERS STRUGGLE 23 IV LEAVETAKING 34 V THE PASSING OF TIME 49 VI THE END OF THE WAR 59 VII A NEW ERA BEGINS 69 VIII MARY BALLARDS DISCOVERY 87 IX THE BANKERS POINT OF VIEW 97 X THE NUTTING PARTY 110 XI BETTY BALLARDS AWAKENING 125 XII MYSTERIOUS FINDINGS 139 XIII CONFESSION 157BOOK TWO XIV OUT OF THE DESERT 168 XV THE BIG MANS RETURN 183 XVI A PECULIAR POSITION 198 XVII ADOPTING A FAMILY 208 XVIII LARRY KILDENES STORY 219 XIX THE MINEAND THE DEPARTURE 237 XX ALONE ON THE MOUNTAIN

Produced by Mark C Orton and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet A Virginia VILLAGE Reprinted by the Centennial Committee of the Falls Church Village Preservation and Improvement Society April 1985 Illustration _Celebrating Our Centennial Year_ 18851985 _President_ Sue Bachtel _Vice President_ Rowland Bowers _Treasurer_ Delores Cannon _Recording Secretary_ June Douglas _Corresponding Secretary_ Vivian Norfleet _Immediate Past President_ Col Merl M Moore _Elected Directors_ Louis Sue Olom Mary Bowers Charles A Hobbie Howard Betty Hughes Melton Robert Susan Wayland BJ Judith Segel Harry Cannon Florence Murphy Dick Betty Allan Jerry Blystone Kenneth Melena Huffman Harold Ida Silverstein Raymond Marie Stewart Martha Vinograd James M Boren _Honorary Life Members_ Ruby and Mel Bolster Leath B Bracken Mrs Edgar D Brooke Mrs Meres G Brown Major General and Mrs William Carter Elizabeth Graham Mrs John A Miss Helen MacGregor Mrs Charles G Manly Mrs Paul Schlager Louise Shepard Mrs Ernest Mrs Calvin W Smith Lorraine Williams Mrs Fonda Pat Wollenberg Mrs Roger Falls Church Village Preservation Improvement SocietyDear FriendsThe Falls Church Village Preservation and Improvement Society VPIS ispleased to be able to reprint _A Virginia Village_ by Charles A Stewartas part of its Centennial observance in 1985 We are especially gratefulto the Mary Riley Styles Public Library of Falls Church for permissionto use their copy of _A Virginia Village_ for the reproduction_A Virginia Village_ provides a snapshot of Falls Church at the turn ofthe century at a time when the predecessor of VPIS the VillageImprovement Society VIS pp 1618 was in full swing Thus it is afitting backdrop to our year of special activitiesAs you will note many of the buildings and settings in the 1904 editionhave been lost or altered in the past 80 years To make the book moreuseful and enjoyable to current readers we have added a ForewordComments on the Structures Pictured a Name and Street Index and abiographical sketch and photograph of the author The new information isnot all inclusive and we invite you to crossreference your reading withthe other sources listed in the ForewordThe Society is indebted to several of its members who worked long andhard to made this edition possible In particular we would like tothank the chairman of the project Colonel Merl M Moore a former VPISPresident Mr Edmund F Becker who wrote the Foreword Mr Henry HDouglas who as usual is an indispensable resource on the history ofFalls Church and Mr Richard T Allan whose editing skills wereinvaluableWe hope this 1985 edition will become a cherished reminder of TheSocietys 100th anniversary and a valuable edition to your personallibrary Sincerely _President_ Rowland Bowers _Vice President_ Harold Silverstein _Chairman Centennial Committee_IllustrationABOUT THE FALLS CHURCH VILLAGE PRESERVATION AND IMPROVEMENT SOCIETYIn 1985 its Centennial Year the Falls Church Village Preservation andImprovement Society comprises over 750 citizens and businesses dedicatedto improving the quality of life in Falls ChurchThe Society recognizes that it is the inheritor of the civic purposesand activities of the Village Improvement Society VIS of Falls Churchestablished in 1885 and which group was modeled after the famous LaurelHill Association of Stockbridge Massachusetts and that VPIS purposesobjectives and activities represent a continuum of the earlier organizedand volunteer civic organization and effort to improve and preserve thehistoric tradition residential character quality of life andappearance of Falls Church VirginiaThe values articulated by the founders in 1885 have not changed to thepresent to preserve the historic and predominantly single family detached residential and village character of Falls Church to preserve its historic structures and landmarks to promote architectural harmony and aesthetic values to beautify the community by planting trees flowers and shrubs and to work with governmental bodies and community groups to promote and fulfill these goalsArchives of the Society may be found in the Virginia Room of the MaryRiley Styles Library Falls Church VirginiaFOREWORDCharles A Stewarts _A Virginia Village_ is a charming depiction of theearly days of Falls Church It is the earliest attempt to put on paperthe story of the Falls Church area In addition to interesting storiesabout people and organizations and life generally in the small town of80 years ago the book contains photographs of 107 Falls Church housesstores and churches then standing Reading it is a trip into nostalgiafor oldtimersbut the book is more than nostalgia It pictures manyelements which we associate with the communitys lovely historiccharacter and interest and which intrigues newcomers and olderresidents alikeCharles A Stewart produced the book with the help of friends includingMM Ogden who wrote the preface and Pickering Dodge who took thephotographs Joseph H Newell printed it in a small backyard shop ownedby his father which was located on what is today North WashingtonStreet next to the Columbia Baptist ChurchNot all of the structures standing in the town of Falls Church in 1904are pictured in _A Virginia Village_ Some owners perhaps were notasked or they did not wish to pay the twodollar fee or they declinedfor other reasons A number of these absent structures were wellknownfeatures of the community including the two WOD railway stationsEast and West Falls Church now gone Mt Hope Shadow Lawn orWhitehall Tallwood Jefferson School no longer standing and the oldIOOF Hall also gone _Falls ChurchBy Fence and Fireside_published in 1964 by the Rev Melvin Steadman mentions many otherssuch as Big Chimneys which was still standing in 1904Of the 107 structures pictured 24 were located near the present Cityparticularly in what was then known as the East End or East FallsChurch This former part of the town of Falls Church was returned toAlexandria County now Arlington in 1936 A large number of homesstores and other

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Produced by V L Simpson SD and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet This book wasproduced from scanned images of public domain materialfrom the Google Print project ELEMENTARY THEOSOPHY L W ROGERS LOS ANGELES THEOSOPHICAL BOOK CONCERN 1917 Copyright By L W Rogers 1917PREFACETo comprehend the significance of great world changes before Time hasfully done his work is difficult While mighty events are still intheir formative period the future is obscure But our inability tooutline the future cannot blind us to the unmistakable trend of theevolutionary forces at work One thing that is clear is that our boastedChristian civilization is the theater in which has been staged the mostunChristian war of recorded history and in which human atrocity hasreached a point that leaves us vaguely groping for a rationalexplanation of it Another obvious fact is that the more than twentynations involved have been forced into measures and methods beforeunknown and which wholly transform the recognized function and powers ofgovernments With these startling facts of religious and politicalsignificance before us thoughtful people are beginning to ask if we arenot upon the threshold of a complete breaking down of moderncivilization and the birth of a new order of things in which directgovernment by the people throughout the entire world will be coincidentwith the rise of a universal religion based on the brotherhood of manIn such a time any contribution to current literature that will help toclear the ground of misconceptions and to bring to the attention ofthose interested in such things that set of fundamental natural truthsknown as theosophy may perhaps be helpful Whether or not the world isabout to recast its ethical code there can at least be no doubt that itis eagerly seeking reliable evidence that we live after bodily death andthat it will welcome a hypothesis of immortality that is inherentlyreasonable and therefore satisfies the intellect as well as the heartThose who are dissatisfied with the old answers to the riddle ofexistence and demand that Faith and Reason shall walk hand in hand mayfind in the following pages some explanation of the puzzling things inlifean explanation that disregards neither the intuitions of religionnor the facts of scienceOf course no pretension is made of fully covering the ground The bookis a students presentation of some of the phases of theosophy as heunderstands them They are presented with no authority whatever and aremerely an attempt to discuss in simple language some of the fundamentaltruths about the human being No claim is made to originality but it ishoped that by putting the old truths in a somewhat different way withnew illustrations and arguments they may perhaps be seen from a newviewpoint The intention has been to present elementary theosophy simplyand clearly and in the language familiar to the ordinary newspaperreader All technical terms and expressions have been avoided and thereader will not find a single foreign word in the bookL W RCONTENTS I THEOSOPHY 9 II THE IMMANENCE OF GOD 15 III THE EVOLUTION OF THE SOUL 23 IV LIFE AFTER BODILY DEATH 29 V THE EVOLUTIONARY FIELD 43 VI THE MECHANISM OF CONSCIOUSNESS 49 VII DEATH 59 VIII THE ASTRAL WORLD 69 IX REBIRTH ITS REASONABLENESS 103 X REBIRTH ITS JUSTICE 135 XI REBIRTH ITS NECESSITY 153 XII WHY WE DO NOT REMEMBER 167 XIII VICARIOUS ATONEMENT 181 XIV THE FORCES WE GENERATE 187 XV SUPERPHYSICAL EVOLUTION 205CHAPTER ITHEOSOPHYRediscovery is one of the methods of progress Very much that we believeto be original with us at the time of its discovery or invention provesin time to have been known to earlier civilizations The elevator orlift is a very modern invention and we supposed it to be a naturaldevelopment of our civilization with its intensive characteristicsuntil an antiquarian startled us with the announcement that it was usedin Rome over two thousand years ago not of course as we use it butfor the same purpose and involving the same principles A half centuryago our scientific men were enthusiastic over the truths of evolutionthat were being discovered and placed before western civilization Butas we learn more and more of

Produced by Pedro Saborano and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet O CARRASCO DE Victor Hugo José Alves O CARRASCO DE Victor Hugo José Alves POR CAMILLO CASTELLO BRANCO Os cantaré un estraño cuento que no le avreis oydo tal en toda vuestra vida M CERVANTES_Novellas_ PORTO LIVRARIA CHARDRON DE Lello Irmão editores 1902 _PortoImprensa Moderna_IA LUVEIRA DA RUA NOVA DA PALMA Il y a ici quelque chose une fleur cherchez SAINTBEUVE Portraits des FemmesÁ volta de uma mesa do _café Martinho_ em Lisboa estavam por 1857cinco ou seis sujeitos saturados de politica Estava tambem eu emprincipio de _saturação_palavra pedida de emprestimo á chimica parabem materialisar a idéa do corpo abeberado daquelle civico enthusiasmoque salva as nações nos botequinsNaquella noite os meus interlocutores eram todos mais ou menosrepublicanos Havia tal que dizia acreditar na metempsycose porquesentia dentro do seu ventre os figados de Robespierre e outro quearredondava musicamente os periodos corrosivos revelavanos commodestia parelha do talento que sentia coriscarlhe no craneo océrebro de Mirabeaucoriscos se o eram todos para dentro que dofogo que lhe faiscava da fronte não havia que receiar combustão emarmazem de sulphureto de carbonioOs outros não me lembra quem tinham dentro de suas pessoasPelo que me diz respeito recenseando longa fileira de defuntoshistoricos suspeitei ser eu a paragem de dois pedaços transmigrados umde Falstaff outro de Sancho por me sentir rasamente lerdo á beiradaquellas pessoas trabalhadas por crudelissimas almas de tornaviagemSuppunha Gerard de Nerval que Méry pela admiravel intuição que tinhadas coisas da India devia ser a metempsycose dum mouni do Indostão napelle dum marselhez ora eu se é licita a comparação ambiciosa ávista da sisuda pachorra com que assistia aos projectos regicidasdaquelles cavalleiros andêjos devo presumir que ha em mim o que querque seja do pagem do cavalleiro triste antes de intontecido pelaslisonjas dos ilheos que o degeneraramHavia ali um que esmurraçava o marmore das mesas protestando que osthronos seriam aluidos quando a lava escandecente no seio daLiberdade irrompesse resfolegando para si os monarchas e revessandopara fóra com o novo baptismo de fogo uns evangelhos novosO meu terror foi grande Encarei naquelles homens exterminadores eagoureilhes mentalmente que morreriam justiçados para descanço dogenero humano e particularmente dos possuidores de inscripçoens eoutros fundosAgora é de saber que todos aquelles regicidas hoje em dia vampirisamas veias desangradas do paiz pisam alcatifas do paço e fumam nosaposentos dos camaristas charutos da munificencia real pelos quaes selhes vaporaram os figados de Robespierre o encephalo de Mirabeau etoda a mais peçonha que lhes petrolisava as entranhas tirante a doestomago que ainda é corrosiva como sempreRevertendo aos assumptos debatidos naquella roda de trogloditas cujascaras a lavareda do ponche azulejava terrificamente dizia um que osmonarchas lusitanos em seculos de bons costumes e fé viva procreavamfilhos illegitimosEsta noticia fezme calafriosEm confirmação da these individuou o sujeito com prodigiosa retentivaos filhos bastardos de

Produced by Sankar Viswanathan and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet This file wasproduced from images generously made available by TheInternet ArchiveCanadian Libraries MASTERPIECES IN COLOUR EDITED BY T LEMAN HARE PIETRO PERUGINO 14461524Illustration PLATE IVIRGIN AND CHILD WITH ADORING ANGELSIn the National Gallery LondonThis is the centre panel from the great altarpiece commissioned byDuke Lodovico of Milan from Perugino for the Certosa of Pavia andcompleted in 1499The three lower panels are replaced in the church by copies theoriginals having been purchased from the Certosa by the Melzi familyin 1786 and sold by Duke Melzi to the National Gallery in 1856 Amasterpiece of Pietros religious art painted in his best method andbest period Perugino BY SELWYN BRINTON MA ILLUSTRATED WITH EIGHT REPRODUCTIONS IN COLOUR Illustration IN SEMPITERNUM LONDON T C E C JACK NEW YORK FREDERICK A STOKES CO LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONSPlateI Virgin and Child with Adoring Angels Frontispiece In the National Gallery London PageII St Sebastian 14 In the Musée du Louvre ParisIII The Deposition from the Cross 24 In the Pitti Palace FlorenceIV St Mary Magdalen 34 In the Pitti Palace FlorenceV Virgin with Little St John adoring the Infant Christ 40 In the Pitti Palace FlorenceVI Francesco delle Opere 50 In the Uffizi Gallery FlorenceVII The Dead Christ 60 In the Academy of Fine Arts FlorenceVIII Virgin and Child with Two Male Saints 70 In the National Gallery London IIllustrationIn considering the work of one of the greatest of the masters of theRenaissance we have to go further back than the disputed question as towho was the first teacher of Pietro di Cristofano Vannuccisurnamed byhis contemporaries _il Perugino_ the Perugianand to inquire into themore

Produced by Roger Frank and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTranscribers Note In this text words or phrases that were printedin italics are surrounded with underscore symbols _like this_ andwords or phrases that were printed in bold type are set off with equalsigns like thisA MANUAL OF THE ART OF FICTIONOther Books by Clayton HamiltonON THE TRAIL OF STEVENSON 350 netPublished by Doubleday Page CompanyTHE THEORY OF THE THEATRE 160 netSTUDIES IN STAGECRAFT 160 netPROBLEMS OF THE PLAYWRIGHT 160 netPublished by Henry Holt CompanyA Manual ofTHE ART OF FICTIONPrepared for the Use of Schools and CollegesByCLAYTON HAMILTONMember of the National Institute of Arts and LettersExtension Lecturer in English Columbia UniversityWith an Introduction byBRANDER MATTHEWSMember of the American Academy of Arts and LettersProfessor of Dramatic Literature Columbia UniversityGARDEN CITYNEW YORKDOUBLEDAY PAGE COMPANY1919Copyright 1918 byDoubleday Page CompanyAll rights reserved including that of translation into foreignlanguages including the ScandinavianTOFREDERIC TABER COOPERWITH ADMIRATION FOR THE CRITICWITH AFFECTION FOR THE FRIENDFOREWORD This MANUAL OF THE ART OF FICTION is a revised and amplified edition of Materials and Methods of Fiction by Clayton Hamilton which was first published in 1908 The earlier work was immediately recognized as an important piece of constructive criticism and has held its position ever since as one of the leading books in its field On the tenth anniversary of its appearance the publishers have asked the author to prepare this annotated and enlarged edition particularly for the use of students and teachers in schools and colleges DOUBLEDAY PAGE COMPANY _Garden City New York 1918_CONTENTS FOREWORD vii INTRODUCTION xiii I THE PURPOSE OF FICTION 3 Fiction a Means of Telling TruthFact and FictionTruth and FactThe Search for TruthThe Necessary Triple ProcessDifferent Degrees of EmphasisThe Art of Fiction and the Craft of ChemistryFiction and RealityFiction and HistoryFiction and BiographyBiography History and FictionFiction Which Is TrueFiction Which Is FalseCasual Sins against the Truth in FictionMore Serious Sins against the TruthThe Futility of the AdventitiousThe Independence of Created CharactersFiction More True Than a Casual Report of FactThe Exception and the LawTruthfulness the only Title to ImmortalityMorality and Immorality in FictionThe Faculty of WisdomWisdom and TechnicGeneral and Particular ExperienceExtensive and Intensive ExperienceThe Experiencing NatureCuriosity and Sympathy II REALISM AND ROMANCE 25 Two Methods of Exhibiting the TruthEvery Mind Either Realistic or RomanticMarion Crawfords Faulty DistinctionA Second Unsatisfactory DistinctionA Third Unsatisfactory DistinctionBliss Perrys Negative DefinitionThe True Distinction One of Method Not of MaterialScientific Discovery and Artistic ExpressionThe Testimony of HawthorneA Philosophic FormulaInduction and DeductionThe Inductive Method of

Produced by Christopher HapkaTABLETALKESSAYS ON MEN AND MANNERSBy William HazlittCONTENTSVOLUME I 1 On the Pleasure of Painting 2 The Same Subject Continued 3 On the Past and Future 4 On Genius and Common Sense 5 The Same Subject Continued 6 Character of Cobbett 7 On People With One Idea 8 On the Ignorance of the Learned 9 The Indian Jugglers 10 On Living To OnesSelf 11 On Thought and Action 12 On WillMaking 13 On Certain Inconsistencies In Sir Joshua Reynoldss Discourses 14 The Same Subject Continued 15 On Paradox and CommonPlace 16 On Vulgarity and AffectationVOLUME II 1 On a Landscape of Nicholas Poussin 2 On Miltons Sonnets 3 On Going a Journey 4 On CoffeeHouse Politicians 5 On the Aristocracy of Letters 6 On Criticism 7 On Great and Little Things 8 On Familiar Style 9 On Effeminacy of Character 10 Why Distant Objects Please 11 On Corporate Bodies 12 Whether Actors Ought To Sit in the Boxes 13 On the Disadvantages of Intellectual Superiority 14 On Patronage and Puffing 15 On the Knowledge of Character 16 On the Picturesque and Ideal 17 On the Fear of DeathVOLUME IESSAY I ON THE PLEASURE OF PAINTINGThere is a pleasure in painting which none but painters know Inwriting you have to contend with the world in painting you have onlyto carry on a friendly strife with Nature You sit down to your taskand are happy From the moment that you take up the pencil and lookNature in the face you are at peace with your own heart No angrypassions rise to disturb the silent progress of the work to shake thehand or dim the brow no irritable humours are set afloat you have noabsurd opinions to combat no point to strain no adversary to crushno fool to annoyyou are actuated by fear or favour to no man Thereis no juggling here no sophistry no intrigue no tampering with theevidence no attempt to make black white or white black but you resignyourself into the hands of a greater power that of Nature with thesimplicity of a child and the devotion of an enthusiaststudy withjoy her manner and with rapture taste her style The mind is calm andfull at the same time The hand and eye are equally employed Intracing the commonest object a plant or the stump of a tree youlearn something every moment You perceive unexpected differences anddiscover likenesses where you looked for no such thing You try to setdown what you seefind out your error and correct it You need notplay tricks or purposely mistake with all your pains you are stillfar short of the mark Patience grows out of the endless pursuit andturns it into a luxury A streak in a flower a wrinkle in a leaf atinge in a cloud a stain in an old wall or ruin grey are seizedwith avidity as the _spolia opima_ of this sort of mental warfare andfurnish out labour for another halfday The hours pass away untoldwithout chagrin and without weariness nor would you ever wish topass them otherwise Innocence is joined with industry pleasurewith business and the mind is satisfied though it is not engaged inthinking or in doing any mischief1I have not much pleasure in writing these _Essays_ or in reading themafterwards though I own I now and then meet with a phrase that I likeor a thought that strikes me as a true one But after I begin them I amonly anxious to get to the end of them which I am not sure I shall dofor I seldom see my way a page or even a sentence beforehand and when Ihave as by a miracle escaped I trouble myself little more about themI sometimes have to write them twice over then it is necessary to readthe _proof_ to prevent mistakes by the printer so that by the timethey appear in a tangible shape and one can con them over with aconscious sidelong glance to the public approbation they have losttheir gloss and relish and become more tedious than a twicetoldtale For a person to read his own works over with any great delighthe ought first to forget that he ever wrote them Familiarity naturallybreeds contempt It is in fact like poring fondly over a piece ofblank paper from repetition the words convey no distinct meaningto the mindare mere idle sounds except that our vanity claims aninterest and property in them I have more satisfaction in my ownthoughts than in dictating them to others words are necessary toexplain the impression of certain things upon me to the reader but theyrather weaken and draw a veil over than strengthen it to myself HoweverI might say with the poet My mind to me a kingdom is yet I havelittle ambition to set a throne or chair of state in the understandingsof other men The ideas we cherish most exist best in a kind of shadowyabstraction Pure in the last recesses of the mindand derive neither force nor interest from being exposed to public viewThey are old familiar acquaintance and any change in them arisingfrom the adventitious ornaments of style or dress is little to theiradvantage After I have once written on a subject it goes out of mymind my feelings about it have been melted down into words and _then_I forget I have as it were discharged my memory of its old habitualreckoning and rubbed out the score of real sentiment For the futureit exists only for the sake of others But I cannot say from my ownexperience that the same process takes place in transferring ourideas to canvas they gain more than they lose in the mechanicaltransformation One is never tired of painting because you have to setdown not what you knew already but what you have just discovered Inthe former case you translate feelings into

Produced by David ReedA CUMBERLAND VENDETTABy John Fox JrTO MINERVA AND ELIZABETHITHE cave had been their hidingplace as children it was a secret refugenow against hunger or darkness when they were hunting in the woods Theprimitive meal was finished ashes were raked over the red coals theslice of bacon and the little bag of meal were hung high againstthe rock wall and the two stepped from the cavern into a thicket ofrhododendronsParting the bushes toward the dim light they stood on a massiveshoulder of the mountain the river girding it far below and theafternoon shadows at their feet Both carried gunsthe tall mountaineera Winchester the boy a squirrel rifle longer than himself Climbingabout the rocky spur they kept the same level over log and bowlder andthrough bushy ravine to the north In half an hour they ran into a paththat led up home from the river and they stopped to rest on a cliffthat sank in a solid black wall straight under them The sharp edge of asteep cornfield ran near and stripped of blade and tassel the stalksand hooded ears looked in the coming dusk a little like monks at prayerIn the sunlight across the river the corn stood thin and frail Overthere a drought was on it and when drifting thistleplumes marked thenoontide of the year each yellow stalk had withered blades and an emptysheath Everywhere a look of vague trouble lay upon the face of themountains and when the wind blew the silver of the leaves showedashen Autumn was at handThere was no physical sign of kinship between the two halfbrothersthough they were The tall one was dark the boy a foundling hadflaxen hair and was stunted and slender He was a dreamylooking littlefellow and one may easily find his like throughout the Cumberlandpalerthan his fellows from staying much indoors with halfhaunted face andeyes that are deeply pathetic when not cunning ignorantly credited withidiocy and uncanny powers treated with much forbearance some awe anda little contempt and suffered to do his pleasurenothing or much thatis strangewithout commentI tell ye Rome he said taking up the thread of talk that was brokenat the cave when Uncle Gabe says hes afeard thars trouble commhits acomm n I want you to git me a Winchester Im agittin bigenough now I kin shoot might nigh as good as you n whut am I fitfer with this hyeh old pawpaw popgunI dont want you fightin boy Ive told ye Yu air too little npuny n I want ye to stay home n take keer o mam n the cattleeffightin does come I reckon thar wont be triuchDont ye cried the boy with sharp contemptwith ole Jas Lewallenadevilin Uncle Rufe n that blackheaded young Jas aclimbin onstumps over thar cross the river n crowin n sayin out open inHazlan that ye air afeard o him Yes n he called me a idgit Theboys voice broke into a whimper of rageShet up Isom Dont you go gittin mad now Youll be sick agin Illtend to him when the time comes Rome spoke with rough kindness butugly lines had gathered at his mouth and forehead The boys tears cameand went easily He drew his sleeve across his eyes and looked up theriver Beyond the bend three huge birds rose into the sunlight andfloated toward them Close at hand they swerved sidewiseThey haint buzzards he said standing up his anger gone look atthem straight wingsAgain the eagles swerved and two shot across the river The thirddropped with shut wings to the bare crest of a gaunt old poplar underthemHits a young un Romey said the boy excitedly Hes goin to waitthar tell the old uns come back Gimme that gunCatching up the Winchester he slipped over the ledge and Rome leanedsuddenly forward looking down at the riverA group of horsemen had ridden around the bend and were coming ata walk down the other shore Every man carried something across hissaddlebow There was a gray horse among themyoung Jaspersand anevil shadow came into Romes face and quickly passed Near a strip ofwoods the gray turned up the mountain from the party and on its back hesaw the red glint of a womans dress With a halfsmile he watched thescarlet figure ride from the woods and climb slowly up through thesunny corn On the spur above and full in the rich yellow light shehalted half turning in her saddle He rose to his feet to his fullheight his head bare and thrown far back between his big shouldersand still as statues the man and the woman looked at each other acrossthe gulf of darkening air A full minute the woman sat motionless thenrode on At the edge of the woods she stopped and turned againThe eagle under Rome leaped one stroke in the air and dropped like aclod into the sea of leaves The report of the gun and a faint cry oftriumph rose from below It was good marksmanship but on the cliff Romedid not heed it Something had fluttered in the air above the girlshead and he laughed aloud She was waving her bonnet at himIIJUST where young Stetson stood the mountains racing along each bank ofthe Cumberland had sent out against each other by mutual impulsetwo great spurs At the rivers brink they stopped sheer with crestsuplifted as though some hand at the last moment had hurled them apartand had led the water through the breach to keep them at peace Todaythe crags looked seamed by thwarted passion and sullen with firs theymade fit symbols of the human hate about the base of eachWhen the feud began no one knew Even the original cause was forgottenBoth families had come as friends from Virginia long ago and had livedas enemies nearly half a century There was hostility before thewar but until then little bloodshed Through the hatred of changecharacteristic of the mountaineer the world over the Lewallens were forthe Union The Stetsons owned a few slaves and they fought for themPeace found both still neighbors and

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soldats françaisSa blanche tête tremblante remua plus rapidement que de coutume avecune sorte de joie Il zézayait disait Ze crois ze veux comme si àcause de lagitation de sa tête il navait plus le temps de toucher auxmots que du bout de la langue de lextrême pointeNe vastu pas à la pêche lui dit sa femmeJe veux être là quand ils arriverontTu seras de retourOh si je les manquaisIl ne voulait pas les manquer Écartant sans cesse les battants de lafenêtre qui nétait jamais assez ouverte il tentait de fixer sur lagrande route le point le plus rapproché de lhorizon Il eût dit auxmaisons mal alignéesÔtezvous vous me gênezSa tête faisait le geste du tic tac des pendules Elle étonnait dabordpar cette mobilité continue Volontiers on laurait calmée en posant lebout du doigt par amusement sur le front Puis à la longue si elleninspirait aucune pitié elle agaçait Elle était à briser dun coup depoing violentLe vieil homme inoffensif souriait au régiment attendu Parfois ilrépétait à sa femmeNous logerons sans doute une dizaine de soldats Prépare une soupe àla crème pour vingt Ils mangeront bien doubleMais répondait sa femme prudente jai encore un reste de haricotsrougesJe te dis de leur préparer une soupe à la crème pour vingt et tu leurprêteras nos cuillers de ruolz tu mentends non celles détainIl avait encore eu la prévenance de disposer toutes ses lignes contre lemur Le crin renouvelé lhameçon neuf elles attendaient les amateursauxquels il naurait plus quà indiquer les bons endroitsIIOn ne lui donna pas de soldatsParce quil pêchait les plus gros poissons du pays il attribua cetteoffense à la jalousie du maire pêcheur également passionné À direvrai celuici dune charité délicate lavait noté comme infirmeLe vieil homme erra désolé parmi la troupe La timidité seulelempêchait de faire des invitations hospitalières On suivait aveccuriosité sa tête obstinément négative Il les aimait ces soldats noncomme guerriers mais comme pauvres gens et devant les marmites oùcuisait leur soupe il semblait dire par ses multiples et vifstêteàdroite têteàgaucheCest pas ça cest pas ça cest pas çaIl écouta la musique semplit le coeur de nobles sentiments pourjusquà sa mort et revint à la maisonComme il passait près de son jardin il aperçut deux soldats en traindy laver leur linge Ils avaient dû pour arriver jusquau ruisseautrouer la palissade se glisser entre deux échalas disjoints En outreils sétaient rempli les poches de pommes tombées et de pommes quiallaient tomberÀ la bonne heure se dit le vieil homme ceuxlà sont gentils de venirchez moiIl ouvrit la barrière et savança à petits pas comme quelquun qui porteun bol de laitLun des soldats dressa la tête et ditVesse un vieux Il na pas lair content Quoi Questce quilraconte entendstu toiNon dit lautreIls écoutèrent indécis Le vent ne leur apportait aucun son En effetle vieillard ne parlait pas Il continuait de sattendrir et marchantdoucement vers eux pensaitBien mes enfants Tout ce qui est ici vous appartient Vous serezsurpris quand je vous prouverai filet en main quil y a dans ceruisseau au pied de ce grand saule âgé de six ans à peine des brochetscomme ma cuisse Je les y ai mis moimême Nous en ferons cuire un Maislaissez donc votre linge ma femme vous lavera çaAinsi pensait le vieil homme mais sa tête oscillante le trahissaiteffarouchait et les soldats déjà inquiets sachant à fond leur civilcomprirentAllezy mes gaillards ne vous gênez pas je vous pince attendez unpeuIl approche toujours dit lun deux Mest avis que ça va se gâterIl portera plainte dit lautre on lui a crevé sa clôture Le colonelne badine pas cest de filerBon bon vieux assez dodeliné tu ne nous fais pas peur on sen vaBrusquement ils ramassèrent leur linge mouillé et se sauvèrent avecdes bousculades en maraudeursAstu le savon dit lunLautre réponditNonsarrêta un instant près de retourner et comme le vieux arrivait auruisseau repartit avec unFlûte pour le savon il nest pas matriculéIls se précipitèrent hors du jardinQuestce quils ont donc se demanda le vieil hommeLe branle de sa tête saccéléra Il tendit les bras et cela parut encoreune menace voulut courir rappeler les deux soldatsMais de sa bouche comme un grain séchapperait dun van à lallureimmodérée un pauvre petit cri tomba sans force tout au bord deslèvresLORAGE _À WGC Byvanck_Vers minuit par la croisée sans volets et par toutes ses fentes lamaison au toit de paille semplit et se vide déclairsLa vieille se lève allume la lampe à pétrole décroche le Christ et ledonne aux deux petits afin que couché entre eux il les préserveLe vieux continue apparemment de dormir mais sa main froisse lédredonLa vieille allume aussi une lanterne pour être prête sil fallaitcourir à lécurie des vachesEnsuite elle sassied le chapelet aux doigts et multiplie les signesde croix comme si elle sôtait des toiles daraignées du visageDes histoires de foudre lui reviennent mettent sa mémoire en feu Àchaque éclat

Produced by Martin Pettit and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet This file wasproduced from images generously made available by TheInternet ArchiveAmerican LibrariesFOLKLORE IN BORNEOA SKETCHBYWILLIAM HENRY FURNESS 3D MD FRGSMEMBRE DE LA SOCIÉTÉ DE GÉOGRAPHIE À PARISMEMBER OF THE AMERICAN PHILOSOPHICAL SOCIETYMEMBER OF THE AMERICAN ORIENTAL SOCIETY_PRIVATELY PRINTED_WALLINGFORDDELAWARE COUNTY PENNSYLVANIA1899Illustration A KAYAN CHIEFA SKETCH OF THE FOLKLORE OF BORNEOIn this short monograph I do not pretend to give anything more than aSketch of the Folklore to be found among the Borneans The island islarge and the people scattered and isolated by constant intertribalwarfare differ one tribe from another in language customs andappearance almost more than do Germans French or English to say thatany tradition or custom is common to all the tribes or even to all ofone tribe of Borneans would be far too sweeping A still greaterdrawback to any universality in legend or custom is that there is nowritten language not even so much as picturedrawings on rocks to giveus a clue to ancient myths or traditions The natives of Borneo are in acertain sense savages but yet they are savages of a high orderpossessed of a civilization far above what is usually implied by theterm they live together in what almost might be called coöperativecommunities they practise the art of weaving they forge roughimplements of iron they cultivate rice and esculent plants and in alltheir work such as housebuilding boatbuilding manufacture of clothand weapons of warfare they show an ambitious desire and a skilfulability to ornament their work and add to its usefulness pleasure tothe eye One of their gravest faults however is their embarrassingtenacity to the _fad_ of headhunting and a strict adherence to theprinciple of an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth This keeps thedifferent households even of the same tribe at constant war and makesinevitable an uncomfortable yet pleasing interchange of heads during thetedious months of the rainy season when time hangs heavy on thewarriors hands and disused swords might get rustySo little is known of the social and anthropological position of thesepeople to others than those who make Malaysia and the South Sea islandstheir study that it may not be out of place to give a short descriptionof the people themselves before entering on the subject of theirFolkloreThe remote origin of the Borneans as well as of the greater part of allof the inhabitants of the Polynesian islands is an ethnologicalproblem they are not Malay neither are they Mongolian nor Negritothey bear resemblances here and there to all of these races but notmarked enough to claim any one as the parent stock Furthermore thereis some evidence in favor of the theory that they are the result ofsuccessive migrations of tribes from northern India and from AnamIllustration A KAYAN LONGHOUSEThe inland tribes of Borneo by which I include all the natives exceptthe Malays settled along the coast are without any definite forms ofreligious worship they make idols of wood but I have never seen anyoffering made to them nor do they regard them apparently as anythingmore than as scarecrows to frighten off evil spirits They are thechildren of Dame Nature and as such have inherited their mothersdisregard for life and this feature of their temperament has kept themin a constant turmoil of warfare which in turn compels them for mutualprotection to band together in communities of several families and buildfor themselves a common house wherein to live ever ready to turn out inforce and resist the attacks of hostile tribes In not a few instancesthese houses are as much as a quarter of a mile in length and shelter asmany as four hundred people Every household is presided over by aheadman known as the elder or _Orang Tuah_ and he in turn is governedin a measure by the chief of the tribe known as the _Penghulu_ Thegovernment of the household seems to be conducted in the quietestmanner I have lived on several occasions in these houses for three orfour weeks at a time and have never seen anything that could be calleda violent quarrel between two members of the household nor have I seenthe Orang Tuah or the Penghulu submit any of the members to what mightbe considered harsh treatment I have also been with them when they wereout on the warpath to use a NorthAmerican Indian term when everynerve was at high tension on the lookout for enemies and every thoughtwas turned to slaughter but I have never seen the counsel of the Chiefdisregarded Of course some Chiefs are weak and fail to give commandsbecause they are afraid to act but a command once given is carried outor at least not disregarded and I could never detect any means whichwere taken to enforce an authority thus implicitly obeyedAs a people they are not activeminded nor industrious but yield tothe influence of climate and following the example offered to them bythe vast dense jungle on every side accept life as easily as it comesThey are no exception to the rule that all untutored minds living inconstant communion with any awful aspect of Nature be it giganticmountains a waste of waters or an illimitable jungle are saturatedwith superstitions every pool every tree every rock is the home of anevil spirit and all mysterious noises in the forest are ghostlywhisperings Everywhere are signs and omens to warn man of danger ordirect his course theirs is a life where no schooling is so vital asthe ability to read aright the sermons in stones books in the runningbrooks For them the world is the patch of jungle covering the fewsquare miles that they know and bounded by the hills in the distanceseldom do they get an extended view of the surrounding country treeshem them in on all sides and the mountains are so difficult of ascentand furthermore so infested with demons or antu that the summits canbe gained only at the risk of body and still worse of soulMany natives of the interior live and die with never a glimpse of thesea and the

Produced by Sankar Viswanathan Juliet Sutherland and theOnline Distributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Illustration The baby Moses in the bulrushes THE BABE IN THE BULRUSHES By AMY STEEDMAN Illustration THOMAS NELSON SONS NEW YORK THE FINDING OF MOSESMany long years had passed since the days when Josephs brothers andtheir families had settled in the land of Egypt They were a greatnation in numbers now but the Egyptians still ruled over them andused them as servants The Pharaoh who had been so kind to theshepherds from Canaan was dead long ago and the new kings orPharaohs as they were called hated foreigners and began to treat theIsraelites very harshly There were too many of them they said itwas dangerous to have so many strong powerful slaves They must bekept down and made to work from morning till night and be beaten ifthey did not work fast enoughThat was very hard for the poor people but worse was to come Anorder was issued one day which spread sorrow through all the land ofGoshen where the Israelites lived Every baby boy that was born wasto be thrown into the river Girl babies might be allowed to live forthey would be useful as slaves but boys might grow up to fight fortheir country and so they must be destroyedIn one little house not far from the great river Nile a woman satholding her tiny baby in her arms while the tears ran down hercheeks He was such a beautiful baby so strong and fair and healthybut the kings order was that he was to be thrown into the riverwhere the cruel hungry crocodiles were waiting to snap up everythingthey could find for a meal Jochebed the poor mother held her babycloser in her arms No she could not obey the kings order She wouldtry and hide the baby for a little while at any rateIt was easy to hide a baby while he was still tiny and slept most ofthe day but when he grew bigger it was much more difficult Hissister Miriam did her best to help her mother but any day now thatthe baby was three months old he might be discovered and somethingmust be done at onceSo Jochebed thought of a plan and prayed to God that He would helpher to carry it out At the edge of the river there grew tallbulrushes which when cut down and dried could be made into manyuseful things Taking some of these bulrushes she wove them into alittle cradle with a cover to it just like a little ark and this shecovered with a kind of pitch so that not a drop of water could comethrough Inside the cradle she made a soft bed and laid the babythere while he was fast asleep and set the ark afloat in the waterwhere the bulrushes were growing She knew that presently the greatprincess Pharaohs daughter would come down to bathe in the riverand would notice the queer little ark floating thereIllustration She laid the baby there while he was fast asleepVery soon the royal procession came winding down from the palacetowards the river as the princess in her gorgeous robes made her wayto bathe in the pool of the lotus flowers But at the edge of theriver she stopped What was that among the bulrushes It was no lotusflower but a strangelooking covered basket and she ordered hermaidens to bring it to herThe little ark was lifted out of the water and carried to theprincess There was surely something alive inside and the princesswas full of curiosity as she leaned down and lifted the cover to lookin Then she started back in amazement The dearest little baby shehad ever seen lay there all rosy and fresh after his sleep gazing upat her with wideopen eyes The maidens crowded round and the sightof all those strange faces was more than the baby could bear Hepuckered up his face and began to cryThe princess loved babies and she had none of her own That littlewailing cry went to her heart She guessed at once that this was oneof the Hebrew babies which had been ordered to be destroyed and shemade up her mind that this beautiful boy should at least be savedAll this time Miriam had been watching from her hidingplace close byand with anxious beating heart she came forward now Could she helpthe princess she asked Should she run and find some Hebrew woman whomight look after the babyPerhaps the princess guessed that the babys mother would not be faroff and she must have smiled a little when a nurse was so quicklyfound But she took no notice of thatTake this child away she said when Jochebed stood humbly beforeher and nurse it for me and I will give thee

Produced by Sankar Viswanathan Greg Weeks and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Transcribers Note This etext was produced from Analog Science Fact Fiction October 1961 Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the US copyright on this publication was renewed THE MAN WHO PLAYED TO LOSE By LARRY M HARRIS _Sometimes the very best thing you can do is to lose The cholera germ for instance asks nothing better than that it be swallowed alive_ Illustrated by Douglas When I came into the control room the Captain looked up from a set ofcharts at me He stood up and gave me a salute and I returned it notmaking a ceremony out of it Half an hour to landing sir he saidThat irritated me It always irritates me Im not an officer Isaid Im not even an enlisted manHe nodded too quickly Yes Mr Carboy he said SorryI sighed If you want to salute I told him if it makes you_happier_ to salute you go right ahead But dont call me Sir Thatwould make me an officer and I wouldnt like being an officer Ivemet too many of themIt didnt make him angry He wasnt anything except subservient andawed and anxious to please Yes Mr Carboy he saidI searched in my pockets for a cigarette and found a cup of them andstuck one into my mouth The Captain was right there with a light soI took it from him Then I offered him a cigarette He thanked me asif it had been a full set of Crown JewelsWhat difference did it make whether or not he called me Sir I wasstill God to him and there wasnt much I could do about itDid you want something Mr Carboy he asked me puffing on thecigaretteI nodded Now that were getting close I told him I want to knowas much about the place as possible Ive had a full hypno but ahypnos only as good as the facts in it and the facts that reachEarth may be exaggerated modified distorted or even out of dateYes Mr Carboy he said eagerly I wondered if when he was throughwith the cigarette he would keep the butt as a souvenir He mighteven frame it I told myself After all Id given it to him hadntI The magnificent Mr Carboy who almost acts like an ordinary humanbeing had actually given a poor respectful spaceship Captain acigaretteIt made me want to butt holes in the bulkheads Not that I hadnt hadtime to get used to the treatment every man in my corps gets a fulldose of awe and respect from the services from Government officialsand even from the United Cabinets The only reason we dont get itfrom the man in the street is that the man in the streetunless hehappens to be a very special man in a very unusual streetdoesntknow the corps exists Which is a definite relief by the way atleast off the job Im no more than Ephraim Carboy citizenI took a puff on my cigarette and the Captain followed suit veryrespectfully I felt like screaming at him but I kept my voice politeThe wars definitely over isnt it I saidHe shrugged That depends Mr Carboy he said The armies havesurrendered and the treatys been signed That happened even beforewe left Earththree or four weeks ago But whether you could say thewar was over well Mr Carboy that dependsGuerrillas I saidHe nodded Wohlens a jungle world mostly he said Sixty per centwater of course but outside of that there are a few cities twospaceports and the resteighty or ninety per cent of the landareanothing but jungle A few roads running from city to city butthats allOf course I said He was being careful and accurate I wonderedwhat he thought Id do if I caught him in a mistake Make a magic passand explode him like a bomb probably I took in some more smokewondering whether the Captain thought I had psi powerswhich ofcourse I didnt no need for them in my workand musing sourly onhow long it would take before the job was done and I was on my wayback homeThen again I told myself there was always the chance of gettingkilled And in the mood I found myself the idea of a peacefulunrespectful death was very pleasantFor a second or two anyhowThe Government holds the cities the Captain was saying andessential trade servicesspaceports that sort of thing But a smallband of men can last for a long time out there in the wildsLiving off the country I saidHe nodded again Wohlens ninenines Earth normals he said Butyou know that alreadyI know all of this I said

Produced by Chuck Greif and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpdprastkonetJULIO CAMBALA RANA VIAJERACALPE MADRIDBARCELONA1920Papel fabricado especialmente por LA PAPELERA ESPAÑOLASociedad Española de Artes GráficasFuencarral 137 MadridÍNDICE_Mi nombre de charca_ESPAÑA REENCONTRADAI Psicología crematísticaII El templo de la EternidadIII Se enciende una estrellaIV Una nueva teoría del climaV El tiempo y el espacioVI La mujer país exóticoVII Las casasVIII Patriotismo de género ínfimoIX La huelga de cuernos caídosX Experiencias de un atropelladoXI La juerga heroicaXII Julio AntonioXIII La piedra filosofalXIV La pesetaXV Escultura KodakXVI Un admiradorXVII Literatura patológicaXVIII Una tempestad en una taza de teXIX La taza de teEN LA TIERRA DE LOS POLÍTICOSI El viajeII Los políticosIII La gracia gallegaIV La razaV El idiomaVI El acentoVII AntoniñoVIII Un amigo de míster BorrowIX El arado virgilianoX Propiedad abogadismo políticaXI El celta migratorioXII Grandes hombresXIII Quién soy yoXIV El camino de SantiagoXV El botafumeiroXVI Cabezas de cerdoXVII La vieiraXVIII Opiniones políticas y literarias de la RosarioEN EL PAÍS DE LA RULETAI Los temas literariosII El treinta y cuarentaIII Los bolsillos y el espíritu de propiedadIV Un nuevo sistema planetarioV Rousseau y Anatole FranceVI El jugador objetivoEN EL RINCÓN DE LOS MILLONARIOSI El hierroII La reivindicación de los millonariosIII El hombre que se vendió brea a sí mismoIV El vascuenceUNA NUEVA BATRACOMIOMAQUIAI La guerra sobre el papelII El pueblo de los gases lacrimantesIII Si los alemanes hubiesen ganadoIV El libro futuroLOS MÉDICOSI En defensa del resfriadoII El virtuosismo de la cirugíaIII La viruela obligatoriaIV Croydon y MadridV Microbios a sueldoVI Juventud divino tesoroENTRE CABALLEROSI Los desafíos y el médicoII Los desafíos y la técnicaIII Los desafíos y el honorLA POLÍTICAI Cerebros artificiales para uso de diputadosII La industria electoralIII Una cartaIV El autor necesita un distritoV España emporio del parlamentarismoVI Los ministros nuevosVII Un artículo ministerialVIII El engaño de las crisisIX Acción política de los mariscosX ArrasamientosXI El Congreso a cuarenta gradosXII OptimismoLA ANTIPOLÍTICAI El nuevo decorado del mundoII Los proletarios de levitaIII El sindicalismo como base de una nueva antropologíaIV El bolchevismo enfermedad infecciosaV La magia del dineroVI El delito de ser rusoVII Los rusos políticosVIII La tiranía del trabajoIX Una policía filosóficaX Asesinos manuales y asesinos intelectualesXI FerrerMI NOMBRE DE CHARCA_Hará siete u ocho años El director de un periódico donde yo trabajabame metió algunos billetes en el bolsillo y me mandó a París Misartículos de entonces como los que más tarde escribí desde otrascapitales tenían la pretensión de estudiar experimentalmente elcarácter nacional pero el único sujeto de experimentación que había enellos era yo mismo Yo estoy en mis colecciones de crónicas extranjerascomo una rana que estuviese en un frasco de alcohol El lector puedeverme girar los ojos y estirar o encoger las patas a cada momento Loque parecen críticas o comentarios no son más que reacciones contra elambiente extraño y hostil Yo he ido a París y a Londres y a Berlín ya Nueva York con una ingenuidad y una buena fe de verdadero batracio Ysi lo que quería mi director era observar el efecto directo de lacivilización europea sobre un español de nuestros días ahí tiene elresultado una serie constante de movimientos absurdos y de actitudesgrotescas__Ahora el poeta vuelve a su tierra es decir la rana_ torna a lacharca Pero y sin que haya llegado a criar pelo ya no es la mismarana de antes Con un poco de imaginación nos la podríamos representarmenos ingenua y algo más instruidaque no en balde se ha pasado tantotiempo en los laboratorios muy tiesa sobre sus zancas y hastaprovista de gafas Qué efecto le producirán las otras ranas a esta ranaque está transformada de tal modo Cómo encontrará su charca la ranaviajera después de una ausencia de tantos añosMientras he estado en el extranjero yo he tenido un punto de referenciapara juzgar los hombres y las cosas España Pero esto era únicamenteporque yo soy español y no porque España me parezca la medida ideal detodos los valores Ahora y para hablar de España me falta este puntode referencia Forzosamente haré comparaciones con otros paísesY no sólo resultará que España no puede ser un modelo para las otrasgentes sino que no sirve apenas para los mismos españoles La ranaencontrará su charca muy poco confortableESPAÑA REENCONTRADAIPSICOLOGÍA CREMATÍSTICALa primera impresión que nos produce España es un poco confusa Alprincipio no reconocemos exactamente a nuestro país no lo encontramosdel todo igual al recuerdo que teníamos de él Es que España hacambiado Es más bien que la miramos desde otro punto de vista y conunos ojos algo distintos a como la mirábamos antes Los españoles porejemplo qué duda cabe de que no han disminuido de estatura Sinembargo ahora nos parecen pequeñísimos Hombres muy pequeños bigotesmuy anchos voces muy roncasPor qué están tan enfadados estos hombres tan pequeñosme preguntaun extranjero que ha sido compañero mío de viajeYo le explico a duras penas que no se trata de un enfado momentáneosino de una actitud general ante la vida Mi compañero se esfuerza encomprenderAh vamosexclama por último Es que los españoles no tienendineroY aunque esta explicación de la psicología nacional me resultaexcesivamente americana yo obligado a hacer una síntesis la aceptosin grandes escrúpulosSí Es eso principalmenteDe modo que si nosotros metiésemos aquí algunos millones de dólarescree usted que sus compatriotas se calmaríanYo creo que sí Creo que estas voces ásperas se irían suavizando pocoa poco y que las mesas de los cafés no recibirían tantos puñetazosCreo en fin que cambiarían ustedes el alma española Siemprenaturalmente que los millones no se quedaran todos en algunos bolsillosparticularesHay muy poco dinero en España Poco y malo El primer tendero a quien ledoy un duro lo coge y lo arroja diferentes veces sobre el mostrador conuna violencia terrible Yo hago votos para que si no es de plata seapor lo menos de un metal muy sólido porque si no el tendero me loromperá La prueba resulta bien pero al tendero no le basta Con un ojoescudriñador y terrible que parece salirse de su órbita examinadetenidamente las dos caras del duro Luego vuelve a sacudirlo y porúltimo lo muerde Lo muerde con tal furia que

Produced by Jonathan Ingram Stephanie Eason and theOnline Distributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetThis file was produced from images generously madeavailable by The Internet ArchiveAmerican Libraries _The Philosophy of Teaching_ THE TEACHER THE PUPIL THE SCHOOL BY NATHANIEL SANDS _NEW YORK_ HARPER BROTHERS PUBLISHERS FRANKLIN SQUARE 1869Entered according to Act of Congress in the year 1869 byHARPER BROTHERSIn the Clerks Office of the District Court of the United States for theSouthern District of New York_THE TEACHER THE PUPIL THE SCHOOL__TEACHER AND PUPIL_Of the various callings to which the division of labor has caused manspecially to devote himself there is none to be compared for nobility orusefulness with that of the true teacher Yet neither teachers nor peopleat present realize this truthAmong the very few lessons of value which might be derived from socalledclassical studies is that of the proper estimate in which the trueteacher should be held for among the Greeks no calling or occupation wasmore honored Yet with a strange perversity albeit for centuries theprecious time of youth has been wasted and the minds and morals of theyoung perverted by classical studies this one lesson has beendisregardedWhat duty can be more responsible what vocation more holy than that oftraining the young in habits of industry truthfulness economy andsobriety of giving to them that knowledge and skill without which theirlives would become a burden to themselves and to society Yet while themerchant seeks to exercise the greatest caution in selecting the personsto whom he intrusts his merchandise and yields respect to him whofaithfully performs his commercial engagements he makes but scant inquiryas to the character or qualifications of the MINDBUILDER upon whoseskill judgment and trustworthiness the future of his children willgreatly dependThe position assigned by our social rules to the teacher accords not withthe nobility of his functions but with the insufficient appreciationentertained of them by the people and is accompanied by a correspondinginadequate remuneration And what is the result Except a fewsinglehearted noble men and women by whom the profession of the teacheris illustrated and adorned except a few selfsacrificing heroes andheroines whose love of children and of mankind reconciles them to anhumble lot and illrequited labors the class of schoolteachersthroughout the whole civilized world barely reaches the level of thatmediocrity which in all other callings suffices to obtain not merely acomfortable maintenance in the present but a provision against sicknessand for old ageWhat aspiring father what Cornelia among mothers select for theirchildren the profession of a teacher as a field in which the talents andjust ambition of such children may find scope Nor can we hope for anyimprovement until a juster appreciation of the nobility of the teachersvocation and a more generous remuneration of his labors shall generallyprevailIt is to the desire to aid somewhat in bringing about a justerappreciation in the minds alike of teachers and of people of the utilityand nobleness of the teachers labors and vocation that these pages owetheir originWhen we consider the nature of the Being over whose future the teacher isto exercise so great an influence whose mind he is to store withknowledge and whom he is to train in the practice of such conduct asshall lead to his happiness and wellbeing we are lost in amazement atthe extent of the knowledge and perfection of the moral attributes whichshould have been acquired by the teacher It is his duty to make hispupils acquainted with that nature of which they form a part by whichthey are surrounded and which is rubbing against them at every step inlife But he can not teach that of which he himself is ignorant Everyscience then may in turn become necessary or desirable to be employed asan instructive agent every art may be made accessory to illustrate someitem of knowledge or to elucidate some moral teachingMan is his subject and with the nature of that subject and of hissurroundings he must be acquainted that the object to be attained and themeans for its attainment may be known to himWhat is man What are his powers what is his destiny and for whatpurpose and for what object was he created Let us enter the laboratory ofthe chemist and commence our labors Let us take down the crucible andbegin the analysis and endeavor to solve this important problem Instudying the great Cosmos we perceive each being seeking its happinessaccording to the instincts implanted in him by the Creator and only inman we see his happiness made dependent on the extent to which hecontributes to the happiness of others What so far as we can see wouldthis earth be without any inhabitants What great purpose in the economyof nature could it serve A palace without a king a house without anoccupant a lonely and tenantless world while we now see it framed in allits beauty for the enjoyment of happinessThe Being upon whom the art and science of the teacher is to be exercisedis one to whom food clothing fuel and shelter are needful possessed oforgans of digestion whose functions should be made familiar to theirpossessor of breathing organs to whose healthful exercise pure air isessential a being full of life and animation locomotivedesirous ofmoving from place to place an emotional being susceptible to emotions ofjoy and sorrow love and hate hope and fear reverence and contempt andwhose emotions should be so directed that their exercise should beproductive of happiness to others He is also an intellectual beingprovided with senses by which to receive impressions and acquire aknowledge of external things with organs of comparison and of reason bywhich to render available for future use the impressions received throughthe senses in the past Lastly he is also a social being to whomperpetual solitude would be intolerable sympathizing in the pains andpleasures of others needing their protection sympathy and cooperationfor his own comfort and desirous of conferring protection upon and ofcooperating with them But further he is a being who desires to beloved and esteemed and finds the greatest charm of existence

Produced by Suzanne Shell Mary Meehan and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet THE ROMANCE OF A PLAIN MAN BY ELLEN GLASGOW AUTHOR OF THE DELIVERANCE THE VOICE OF THE PEOPLE ETCNew YorkTHE MACMILLAN COMPANY1909_All rights reserved_Copyright 1909By THE MACMILLAN COMPANYSet up and electrotyped Published May 1909 ReprintedMay July August September twice October 1909Norwood PressJ S Cushing CoBerwick Smith CoNorwood Mass USACONTENTS I IN WHICH I APPEAR WITH FEW PRETENSIONS II THE ENCHANTED GARDEN III A PAIR OF RED SHOES IV IN WHICH I PLAY IN THE ENCHANTED GARDEN V IN WHICH I START IN LIFE VI CONCERNING CARROTS VII IN WHICH I MOUNT THE FIRST RUNG OF THE LADDER VIII IN WHICH MY EDUCATION BEGINS IX I LEARN A LITTLE LATIN AND A GREAT DEAL OF LIFE X IN WHICH I GROW UP XI IN WHICH I ENTER SOCIETY AND GET A FALL XII I WALK INTO THE COUNTRY AND MEET WITH AN ADVENTURE XIII IN WHICH I RUN AGAINST TRADITIONS XIV IN WHICH I TEST MY STRENGTH XV A MEETING IN THE ENCHANTED GARDEN XVI IN WHICH SALLY SPEAKS HER MIND XVII IN WHICH MY FORTUNES RISE XVIII THE PRINCIPLES OF MISS MATOACA XIX SHOWS THE TRIUMPH OF LOVE XX IN WHICH SOCIETY RECEIVES US XXI I AM THE WONDER OF THE HOUR XXII THE MAN AND THE CLASS XXIII IN WHICH I WALK ON THIN ICE XXIV IN WHICH I GO DOWN XXV WE FACE THE FACTS AND EACH OTHER XXVI THE RED FLAG AT THE GATE XXVII WE CLOSE THE DOOR BEHIND US XXVIII IN WHICH SALLY STOOPS XXIX IN WHICH WE RECEIVE VISITORS XXX IN WHICH SALLY PLANS XXXI THE DEEPEST SHADOW XXXII I COME TO THE SURFACE XXXIII THE GROWING DISTANCE XXXIV THE BLOW THAT CLEARS XXXV THE ULTIMATE CHOICETHE ROMANCE OF A PLAIN MANCHAPTER IIN WHICH I APPEAR WITH FEW PRETENSIONSAs the storm broke and a shower of hail rattled like a handful ofpebbles against our little window I choked back a sob and edged mysmall greenpainted stool a trifle nearer the hearth On the oppositeside of the wire fender my father kicked off his wet boots stretchedhis feet in grey yarn stockings out on the rag carpet in front of thefire and reached for his pipe which he had laid still smoking on thefloor under his chairIts as true as the Bible Benjy he said that on the day you wereborn yo brother President traded off my huntin breeches for a yallerpupMy knuckles went to my eyes while the smart of my mothers slap fadedfrom the cheek I had turned to the fireWhats become o th ppupp I demanded as I stared up at him withmy mouth held half open in readiness to break out againDead responded my father solemnly and I wept aloudIt was an October evening in my childhood and so vivid has my latermemory of it become that I can still see the sheets of water that rolledfrom the lead pipe on our roof and can still hear the splash splashwith which they fell into the gutter below For three days the cloudshad hung in a grey curtain over the city and at dawn a high windblowing up from the river had driven the dead leaves from thechurchyard like flocks of startled swallows into our little streetSince morning I had watched them across my mothers prize red geraniumupon our windowsillnow whipped into deep swirls and eddies over thesunken brick pavement now rising in sighing swarms against the closeddoors of the houses now soaring aloft until they flew almost as high asthe living swallows in the belfry of old Saint Johns Then as the duskfell and the street lamps glimmered like blurred stars through therain I drew back into our little sittingroom which glowed bright asan ember against the fierce weather outsideHalf an hour earlier my father had come up from the marble yard wherehe spent his days cutting lambs and doves and elaborate ivy wreaths instone and the smell from his great rubber coat which hung dryingbefore the kitchen stove floated with the aroma of coffee through thehalfopen door When I closed an eye and peeped through the crack Icould see my mothers tall shadow shifting not flitting on thewhitewashed wall of the kitchen as she passed back and forth from thestove to the wooden cradle in which my little sister Jessy lay asleepwith the head of her rag doll in her mouthOutside the splash splash of the rain still sounded on the brickpavement and as I glanced through the window I saw an old blind negrobeggar groping under the street lamp at the corner The muffled beat ofhis stick in the drenched leaves passed our doorstep and I heard itgrow gradually fainter as he turned in the direction of the negro hovelsthat bordered our end of the town Across the street and on either sideof us there were rows of small boxlike frame houses

Produced by Greg Weeks Stephen Blundell and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetIllustration _Illustrated by Paul Orban_High Dragon BumpBY DON THOMPSON _If it took reduction or torch hair the Cirissins wanted a bump Hokum thistle gluck_A young and very beautiful girl with golden blond hair and smooth skinthe color of creamed sweet potatoes floated in the middle of thewindowless metal room into which Wayne Brighton drifted The girl wasnot exactly naked but her few filmy clothes concealed nothingWayne cleared his throat his apprehension changing rapidly toconfusion_You_ are going to _reduce_ me he askedThe word is seduce mister the girl said They told me reduce toobut they dont talk real good and I think Im supposed to seduce you soyoull tell em something and then theyll let me go I guess I hopeWhat is it they wantcha to tell emWayne cleared his throat again striving merely to keep a firm grip onhis sanity Things had been happening much too fast for him to haveretained anything like his customary composureHe said Well they want me to get them a uhwell a high dragonbump He pronounced the words carefullySo why dontcha the girl askedWaynes voice rose I dont even know what it is I told them andthey dont believe me Now youre here I suppose if I cant bereducedseducedinto getting them one it will wind up with torchhair Believe me I never heard of a high dragon bumpNow dont get panicky the girl pleaded After all Im scared tooI am not scared Wayne replied indignantly But he realized that hewasSo far in the hour or so hed been a captive of the Cirissins hedmanaged to keep his fright pretty well subdued Hed understood almostat once what had happened and his first reaction had not been terror oreven any great degree of surpriseHe was a scientist and he had a scientists curiosityAnd at first the Cirissinsor the one that had done all thetalkinghad been cooperative in answering his questions But then whenhe wasnt able to comprehend what they meant by high dragon bump theydstarted getting impatientWhats your name he asked the girl She was making gentle swimmingmotions with her hands and feet moving gradually closer to himSheilah she said Sheilah Ralue Im a model I pose for pitchersYou knowfor sexy magazines and calendars and stuff like thatI see You were posing whenWhen they snatched me yeah Couple hours ago I guess The flash bulbwent off and blinded me for a second like it always does and I seemedto be falling Then I was here Only I still dont even know where hereis Do you How come we dont weigh nothing Its ghastlyWere in a space ship Wayne told her In free fall circling earth athousand miles or so out I thought you at least knew we were in a spaceshipThe girl said Oh bull We cant be in no space ship Howd we gethere so fastThey have a matter transmitter but I havent the slightest idea of howit works Obviously its limited to living creatures or they could justas well have taken whatever it is they want instead of You donthappen to know what a high dragon bump is do youDont be dumb Of course I well unless its a dance or somethingI use to be a dancer ya know Sort ofWith bubbles I imagine Wayne saidTassels They was my specialty But theres more money in posing forpitchers and the work aint quite soI doubt that a high dragon bump is a dance Wayne saidThen he rubbed his chin High dragon bump Bumps and grinds Highlandfling Chinese dragon dances Hell why notThe idea of space travelers visiting earth to learn a new dance was nomore fantastic than the idea of them being here at allWayne turned his face to the door and shouted Hey is that it Adance You want us to teach you a dance called the high dragon bumpA muffled metallic voice from the other side said Nod danz BumpHuguff quigWayne shrugged and grinned weakly at Sheilah Well were makingheadway We know one thing that it isntThe girl had drifted so close to him now that he could feel the warmthof her body and smell the overwhelming fragrance of her perfumeShe put one hand on his arm and Wayne found that he had neither thestrength nor the inclination to jerk awayBut he protested weakly Now listen theres no point in youImeaneven if we did I couldnt produce a high dragon bumpWhat kind of work do you do mister Sheilah asked softly drawingherself even closer You know you aint even told me your name yetIts Wayne he said fumbling in an effort to loosen his tie so hecould breath more easily Im an instructor I teach physics at KylerCollege and Ive got a weekly science show on TV In fact Id justfinished my show when they got me I was leaving the studio startingdown the stairs Thought at first Id missed a step and was falling butI just kept falling And I landed here and Now dont do thatWhy I wasnt doing nothing Whaddya do on your TV showI talk About science Physics Like today I was discussing theHbomb How it works you know and why the fallout is dangerousand Oh good Gawd Seduce reduce High dragon bumpHe shoved her away from him abruptly and violently and he went hurtlingin the opposite directionWell hey Sheilah protested You dont need to get so rough Iwasnt going toShut up Wayne said I think Ive figured out what the CirissinswantHey Hey open the door he shouted Ive got to talk to youThe door opened and a Cirissin floated inSheilah turned her head away shuddering and Wayne found it wise toclose his eyes and open them little by little to grow reaccustomed tothe sight graduallyThe only thing he could think of with which to compare the Cirissins wasthe intestinal complex of an anemic elephantIt was not an entirely satisfactory comparison but then from his pointof view the Cirissins were entirely unsatisfactory creaturesEach of

Produced by Roger Frank and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetTHE CUP OF FURYBOOKS BY RUPERT HUGHES The Cup of Fury The Unpardonable Sin We Cant Have Everything In a Little Town The Thirteenth Commandment Clipped Wings What Will People Say The Last Rose of Summer Empty Pockets Long Ever AgoHARPER BROTHERS NEW YORKEstablished 1817Illustration It would be nice to be married Marie Louise reflectedif one could stay single at the same timeTHE CUP OF FURYA Novel of Cities and ShipyardsBY RUPERT HUGHESAuthor of We Cant Have Everything The Unpardonable Sin etcILLUSTRATED BY HENRY RALEIGHHARPER BROTHERS PUBLISHERSNEW YORK AND LONDONTHE CUP OF FURY Copyright 1919 by Harper Brothers Printed in the United States of America Published May 1919ILLUSTRATIONS It would be nice to be married Marie Louise reflected if one could stay single at the same time Frontispiece Facing p He tried to swing her to the pommel but she fought herself free and came to the ground and was almost trampled 3 This is the life for me Ive been a heroine and a warworker about as long as I can 75 Its beautiful overhead if youre going that way Davidge quoted He set out briskly but Marie Louise hung back Arent you afraid to push on when you cant see where youre going she demanded 91 There was something hallowed and awesome about it all It had a cathedral majesty 166 How quaint a custom it is for people who know each other well and see each other in plain clothes every day to get themselves up with meticulous skill in the evening like Christmas parcels for each others examination 235 So I have already done something more for Germany Thats splendid Now tell me what else I can do Nicky was too intoxicated with his success to see through her thin disguise 270 Nobody recognized the lilylike beauty of Miss Webling in the smuttyfaced passerboy crouching at Suttons elbow 282BOOK IIN LONDONIllustration He tried to swing her to the pommel but she foughtherself free and came to the ground and was almost trampledTHE CUP OF FURYCHAPTER IThen the big door swung back as if of itself Marie Louise had feltthat she would scream if she were kept a moment outside The luxury ofsimply wishing the gate ajar gave her a fairybook delight enhanced bythe pleasant deference of the footman whose face seemed to be hung onthe door like a Japanese maskMarie Louise rejoiced in the dull splendor of the hall The obsoletegorgeousness of the London home had never been in good taste but hadgrown as lovable with years as do the gaudy frumperies of a rich oldrelative All the good comfortable shelter of wealth won her blessingnow as never before The stairway had something of the grand mannertoo but it condescended graciously to escort her up to her own roomand there she knew was a solitude where she could cry as hard as shewanted to and therefore usually did not want to Besides her moodnow was past crying forShe was afraid of the world afraid of the light

Produced by Gary Sandino from scans generously providedby the Internet Archive httpwwwarchiveorgRobert Coverdales StruggleBy HORATIO ALGER JrAuthor of Tom Temples CareerTom Thatchers Fortune Tom Turners LegacyThe Train Boy EtcA L BURT COMPANY PUBLISHERSNEW YORKROBERT COVERDALES STRUGGLECHAPTER IA FISHERMANS CABINRobert have you seen anything of your uncleNo auntI suppose hes over at the tavern as usual said the womandespondently He drinks up about all he earns and theres littleenough left for us I hope you wont follow in his steps RobertYou may be sure I wont Aunt Jane said the boy noddingemphatically I wouldnt drink a glass of rum for a hundred dollarsGod keep you in that resolution my dear boy I dont want my sistersson to go to destruction as my husband is doingMy story opens in a small fishing village on the coast of one of the NewEngland States Robert Coverdale whom I have briefly introduced is theyoung hero whose fortunes I propose to recordHe is a strong wellmade boy with a frank honest face embrowned byexposure to the sun and wind with bright and fearless eyes and a manlylook I am afraid his dress would not qualify him to appear to advantagein a drawingroomHe wore a calico shirt and wellpatched trousers of great antiquity andstockings and cowhide shoes sadly in need of repairsSome of my welldressed boy readers living in cities and large townsmay be disposed to turn up their noses at this ragged boy and wonder atmy taste in choosing such a heroBut Robert had manly traits and in spite of his poor clothespossessed energy talent honesty and a resolute will and a boy soendowed cannot be considered poor though he does not own a dollarwhich was precisely Roberts caseIndeed I may go further and say that never in the course of his life offifteen years had he been able to boast the ownership of a hundredcentsJohn Trafton his uncle was a fisherman His small house or cabin waspicturesquely situated on the summit of a cliff at the foot of whichrolled the ocean waves and commanded a fine sea viewThat was perhaps its only recommendation for it was not only small butfurnished in the plainest and scantiest style The entire furniture ofthe house would not have brought twentyfive dollars at auction yet fortwentyfive years it had been the home of John and Jane Trafton and fortwelve years of their nephew RobertMy readers will naturally ask if the fisherman had no children of hisown There was a son who if living would be twentythree years oldbut years before he had left home and whether Ben Trafton was living ordead who could tell Nothing had been heard of him for five yearsMrs Traftons affections had only Robert for their object and to hersisters son she was warmly attachednearly as much so as if he hadbeen her own sonHer husbands love of drink had gradually alienated her from him andshe leaned upon Robert who was always ready to serve her with boyishdevotion and to protect her if need be from the threats of herhusband made surly by drinkMany days she would have gone to bed supperless but for Robert He wouldpush out to sea in his uncles boat catch a supply of fish selling apart if he could or trade a portion for groceries Indeed he did morefor the support of the family than John Trafton did himselfIts about time for supper Robert said his aunt but Ive only gota little boiled fish to offer youFish is good for the brains Aunt Jane said Robert smilingWell I suppose its no use waiting for your uncle If hes at thetavern he will stay there until he is full of liquor and then he willreel home Come in and sit down to the tableRobert entered the cabin and sat down at a side table His aunt broughthim a plate of boiled fish and a potatoI found just one potato in the cupboard Robert she saidThen eat it yourself aunt Dont give it to meNo Robert Ive got a little toast for myself There was a slice ofbread too dry to eat as it was so I toasted it and soaked it in hotwater That suits me better than the potatoHavent you any tea auntfor yourself I mean Robert added quicklyI dont care for it but I know you doI wish I had some Tea always goes to the right spot said MrsTrafton but I couldnt find a single leafWhat a pity said Robert regretfullyYes sighed Mrs Trafton we have to do without almost everything Itmight be so different if Mr Trafton wouldnt drinkDid he always drinkHes drank more or less for ten years but the habit seems to havegrown upon him Till five years ago twothirds of his earnings came tome to spend for the house but now I dont average a dollar a weekIts too bad Aunt Jane said Robert energeticallySo it is but it does no good to say so It wont mend mattersI wish I was a manI am glad you are not RobertWhy are you glad that I am a boy asked Robert in surpriseBecause when you are a man you wont stay here You will go out intothe world to better yourself and I shant blame you Then I shall beleft alone with your uncle and Heaven only knows how I shall get alongI shall starve very likelyRobert pushed back his chair from the table and looked straight at hisauntDo you think Aunt Jane he demanded indignantly that I will desertyou and leave you to shift for yourselfI said Robert that I shouldnt blame you if you did There isnt muchto stay here forI am sorry you have such a poor opinion of me Aunt Jane said the boygravely I am not quite so selfish as all that I certainly should liketo go out into the world but I wont go unless I can leave youcomfortableI should miss you Robert I cant tell how much but I dont want totie you down here when you can do

Produced by The James J Kelly Library Of St GregorysUniversity and Alev AkmanTHE ARMIES OF LABORA CHRONICLE OF THE ORGANIZED WAGEEARNERSBy Samuel P OrthVOLUME 40 IN THE CHRONICLES OF AMERICA SERIES ALLEN JOHNSON EDITORNEW HAVEN YALE UNIVERSITY PRESSTORONTO GLASGOW BROOK COLONDON HUMPHREY MILFORD OXFORD UNIVERSITY PRESS1919CONTENTS I THE BACKGROUND II FORMATIVE YEARS III TRANSITION YEARS IV AMALGAMATION V FEDERATION VI THE TRADE UNION VII THE RAILWAY BROTHERHOODS VIII ISSUES AND WARFARE IX THE NEW TERRORISM THE IWW X LABOR AND POLITICS BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTETHE ARMIES OF LABORCHAPTER I THE BACKGROUNDThree momentous things symbolize the era that begins its cycle withthe memorable year of 1776 the Declaration of Independence the steamengine and Adam Smiths book The Wealth of Nations The Declarationgave birth to a new nation whose millions of acres of free land were toshift the economic equilibrium of the world the engine multiplied mansproductivity a thousandfold and uprooted in a generation the customs ofcenturies the book gave to statesmen a new view of economic affairs andprofoundly influenced the course of international trade relationsThe American people as they faced the approaching age with theexperiences of the race behind them fashioned many of theirinstitutions and laws on British models This is true to such an extentthat the subject of this book the rise of labor in America cannot beunderstood without a preliminary survey of the British industrial systemnor even without some reference to the feudal system of which Englishsociety for many centuries bore the marks and to which many relicsof tenure and of class and governmental responsibility may be tracedFeudalism was a society in which the status of an individual was fixedhe was underman or overman in a rigid social scale according as heconsidered his relation to his superiors or to his inferiors Whatevermovement there was took place horizontally in the same class or on thesame social level The movement was not vertical as it so frequently istoday and men did not ordinarily rise above the social level of theirbirth never by design and only perhaps by rare accident or genius Itwas a little world of lords and serfs of knights who graced court andcastle jousted at tournaments or fought upon the field of battleand of serfs who toiled in the fields served in the castle or as theretainers of the knight formed the crude soldiery of medieval daysFor their labor and allegiance they were clothed and housed and fedYet though there were feast days gay with the color of pageantry andprocession the worker was always in a servile state an undermandependent upon his master and sometimes looking upon his condition aslittle better than slaveryWith the breakup of this rigid system came in England the emancipationof the serf the rise of the artisan class and the beginnings ofpeasant agriculture That personal gravitation which always drawstogether men of similar ambitions and tasks now began to worksignificant changes in the economic order The peasantry more or lessscattered in the country found it difficult to unite their powers forredressing their grievances although there were some peasant revoltsof no mean proportions But the artisans of the towns were soon groupedinto powerful organizations called guilds so carefully managed and sowell disciplined that they dominated every craft and controlledevery detail in every trade The relation of master to journeyman andapprentice the wages hours quantity and quality of the output wereall minutely regulated Merchant guilds similarly constituted alsoprospered The magnificent guild halls that remain in our day aremonuments of the power and splendor of these organizations that madethe towns of the later Middle Ages flourishing centers of trade ofhandicrafts and of art As towns developed they dealt the final blowto an agricultural system based on feudalism they became cities ofrefuge for the runaway serfs and their charters insuring political andeconomic freedom gave them superior advantages for tradingThe guild system of manufacture was gradually replaced by the domesticsystem The workmans cottage standing in its garden housed the loomand the spinning wheel and the entire family was engaged in labor athome But the workman thus apparently independent was not the ownerof either the raw material or the finished product A middleman or agentbrought him the wool carried away the cloth and paid him his hireDaniel Defoe who made a tour of Britain in 17946 left a picture ofrural England in this period often called the golden age of labor Theland he says was divided into small inclosures from two acres to sixor seven each seldom more every three or four pieces of land had anhouse belonging to themhardly an house standing out of a speakingdistance from another We could see at every house a tenter and onalmost every tenter a piece of cloth or kersie or shalloon At everyconsiderable house was a manufactory Every clothier keeps onehorse at least to carry his manufactures to the market and every onegenerally keeps a cow or two or more for his family By this means thesmall pieces of inclosed land about each house are occupied for theyscarce sow corn enough to feed their poultry The houses are full oflusty fellows some at the dye vat some at the looms others dressingthe clothes the women or children carding or spinning being allemployed from the youngest to the oldestBut more significant than these changes was the rise of the socalledmercantile system in which the state took under its care industrialdetails that were formerly regulated by the town or guild This systembeginning in the sixteenth century and lasting through the eighteenthhad for its prime object the upbuilding of national trade The statein order to insure the homogeneous development of trade and industrydictated the prices of commodities It prescribed the laws ofapprenticeship and the

Produced by Meredith Bach Stephanie Eason and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Thisfile was produced from images generously made availableby The Internet ArchiveAmerican Libraries BETELGUESE _A TRIP THROUGH HELL_ By JEAN LOUIS De ESQUE _Author of The Flight of a Soul etc_ JERSEY CITY CONNOISSEURS PRESS 1908 Copyright 1907 and 1908 by _Jean Louis de Esque_ _Entered at Stationers Hall London E C_ _All Rights Reserved_TO Those that felt the wand of Muse Queen Posys shaft of subtle art Seared to the distant heights of blue Past onyx lees that Sunsets dyed And put to Vellum Couplets fuse Sped same to Fate with timid heart Then shed dim tears in Sorrows pew This works respectfully inscribedPREFACETo the readers of this poem an apology is needed for affixing thereto apraem Some friends of mine have been plaguing me beyond the restrictiveline of Patience for the true cause of conceiving the accompanyingcollection of words balderdash or what you will some even asseveratingwith the eruditeness of an Aristole that it was a nebulous idea anembryonic form of thought hibernating within the cavities of my sinciputsinner apex the remnants of that wild phantasmagoric dream of viciousvulpine labyrinths of hell partly expounded in my The Flight of aSoulNow to satisfy everybody but my friends I throw my prejudices to the windsand confess to wit That I with the buckler of Will wooed Oblivion onSeptember the sixth at exactly 5 PM having been up at my desk maulingand drubbing the English language with a vengeance for thirtysixconsecutive hours and that I awoke at 1230 AM that selfsame night withthe entire contents of the accompanying have as yet not decided inwhat category the critics will consign this weird hypotyposis of theSupernal jingling through my tired brain I set to work at exactly 1245AM and wrote until our esteemed companions of the nocturnal hours ceasedtheir unloved music mosquitos 505 AM hied myself back to bed andhypothecated as many winks as Dame Slumber saw fit to allot to me who amat continued war with her silent wand The same tactics were employedduring the succeeding fifteen nights wherein I penned eight thousand onehundred and sixteen 8116 lines This is the truth the whole andintegral truth and nothing but the unexpurgated truth so help me Museshes blind as a bat and Satan of whom Ive writ in such an unbecomingmanner that henceforth I must perforce seek my future Elysian in otherhaunts than those of the above named Cosmopoietics own for fear that hisuncoped wrath may blast me into an apefaced minstrel or like oneredhaired varlet draped with the cognomen of Nero use my unbleachedbones for illuminating the highway to his insidiate lairTo the readers this question may present itself to wit Why place Hell inthe bowels of Betelguese Why not the sun or moonIn the first instance the former sphere is eliminated as a possibility onaccount of its nature Being a huge nucleous mass of aëriform fluidnothing containing animal or vegetable life could possibly exist eitheron or within its bowels The moon too is excluded for the same reason asis our earth it having at one time been a part of the latter broken offby one of the giant planets long before the pleioncene era Betelguesebeing a celestial pariah an outcast the largest of all known comets oroutlawed suns in the universe and further so long as Hell has not beendefinitely placed why not figure this hybrid planet as a possibilityAstronomers throughout the world remember the colossal outburst in theconstellation Perseus that occurred on February 20 1901 when one sunexploded or two made collision with appalling force It was observedthrough telescopes and could be seen with the naked eye in full daylightBoth suns were destroyed as sunsthat is they were turned into thin gasand vanished from sight of the largest telescope within less than a yearHad each sun been the centre of a system of eight worlds like our sun andimagine each world sixteen in all to be inhabited with human beingsthen they all perished in a short time after collision and died of whatthe astronomers call fervent heatVega far more larger than our sun appears stationary Our sun with itsfamily of moons and comets is moving toward it at the fearful pace offourteen miles per second At its present rate of speedand if Vega isreally a fixed planetthen our sun would reach it in 320000 yearsHowever it is a known certainty that the quantity of matter that isinvisible is so much greater than the visible that the visible may beignored There may too be hundreds of millions of dark bodies extinctconstellations far larger than our own sun Any one of these couldapproach our solar system and annihilate it with its impact for inpassing the orbit of the earth on their way around the sun they attain aregular velocity of 2612 miles per second If one of these dark cometsshould overtake the earth and strike it the velocity of impact would beabout eight miles per second but if it should meet the earth in a headoncollision the speed when it struck would be fortyfive miles persecond a momentum beyond the power of the brain to fathomindeed mancan not think of sixty miles per minute Let a solid nucleous collide withthe earth and imagination would reel at the resultThe earth moves over 1812 miles every second and this added to orsubtracted from 2612 makes 45 or 8 If a comet should strike at rightangles to the direction of the earths motion the speed of collision wouldbe 2612 miles But 8 2612 or even 15 would hurl destruction if largeenoughA visible change is taking place in the giant sun Betelguese Its nebulæis slowly but surely disappearing One hundred years hence it may be adark planet invisible to even the most powerful telescope However Hellwill reign on through eons and eons and if this sun or any othercontains its kingdom and mankind lives for

Produced by Delphine Lettau and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet This file wasproduced from images generously made available by TheInternet ArchiveAmerican LibrariesIllustration THE KING WAS IN THE PARLOR COUNTING OUT HIS MONEY THE QUEEN WAS IN THE KITCHEN EATING BREAD HONEY THE MAID WAS IN THE GARDEN HANGING OUT THE CLOTHES THERE CAME A LITTLE BLACKBIRD PECKED OFF HER NOSEThe Home TreasuryTRADITIONAL NURSERY SONGSofENGLANDwithPICTURES BY EMINENT MODERN ARTISTSEDITED BYFELIX SUMMERLYLONDON JOSEPH CUNDALL 12 OLD BOND STREET1843_The Copyright of these Works is registered pursuant to Statute 5 and 6Vic c 45_PREFACESo my dear Madam you think Nursery Songs mere trash not worthutterance or remembrance and beneath the dignity of the march of mindof our days I would bow to your judgment but you always talk so loudin the midst of a song look grave at a jokeand the leaves of thatcopy of Wordsworths Poems presented to you on your birthdayI willnot say how many years ago still remain uncut Facts like these andothers constantly occurring prove that your ear cannot relish melodyand that poetry does not touch your feelings Besides you are stillunmarried and you say I record it with regret you hate childrenDoubtless you were never born a child yourselfIt is to mothers sisters kindhearted aunts and even fathers who aresummoned to become unwilling vocalists at break of day by younggentlemen and ladies of two years old and to all having the charge ofchildren who are alive to the importance of cultivating their naturalkeenness for rhyme rhythm melody and instinctive love for fun that Ioffer this first part of a collection of Traditional Nursery Songs ThisCollection has been in progress for more than ten years and it is nowpublished after a revision with all the editions by Ritson andothers that I have been able to meet withThe Pictures though made especially for the benefit of my youngaudience will not I feel pretty sure be uninteresting to moreadvanced connoisseurs I am not at liberty to mention the names of theartists who in their kind sympathies for children have obliged me withthem It is a mystery to be unravelled by the little people themselveswho as they advance in a knowledge and love of beauty will not fail torecognize in the works of some of the best of our painters of familiarlife the pencils of those who gave them early lessons in genuine artTRADITIONAL NURSERY SONGS A diller a dollar A ten oclock scholar What makes you come so soon You used to come at ten oclock And now you come at noon A long tailed pig or a short tailed pig Or a pig without a tail A sow pig or a boar pig Or a pig with a curly tail As I was going up Pippen hill Pippen hill was dirty There I met a pretty Miss And she dropt me a curtsey Little Miss pretty Miss Blessings light upon you If I had half a crown a day Id spend it all upon you Baa baa black sheep have you any wool Yes marry have I three bags full One for my master and one for my dame And one for the little boy that lives in the lane Bless you bless you bonnie bee Say when will your wedding be If it be tomorrow day Take your wings and fly away Bonnie lass bonnie lass wilt thou be mine Thou shalt neither wash dishes nor serve the swine But sit on a cushion and sow up a seam And thou shalt have strawberries sugar and creamIllustration BYE O MY BABY Bye baby bunting Fathers gone a hunting To get a little rabbitskin To lap his little baby in Bye O my baby When I was a lady Oh then my poor babe didnt cry But my baby is weeping For want of good keeping Oh I fear my poor baby will die Cockadoodledoo My dame has lost her shoe Masters broke his fiddlestick And dont know what to do Cold and raw the north wind doth blow Bleak in the morning early All the hills are covered with snow And winters now come fairly Come lets to bed says Sleepyhead Lets stay awhile says Slow Put on the pot says Greedygut Well sup before we go Cross Patch draw the latch Sit by the fire and spin Take a cup and drink it up And call your neighbours in Cushy Cow bonny let down thy milk And I will give thee a gown of silk A gown of silk and a silver tee If thou will let down thy milk to me Daffydowndilly has come up to town In a yellow petticoat and a green gownIllustration COME LETS GO TO BED SAYS SLEEPYHEAD LETS STAY AWHILE SAYS SLOW PUT ON THE POT SAYS GREEDYGUT WELL SUP BEFORE WE GO Danty baby diddy What can mammy do wide Sit in a lap And give ye some pap Danty baby diddy Did you not hear of Betty Pringles pig It was not very little nor yet very big The pig sat down upon a dunghill And there poor piggy he made his will Betty Pringle came to see this pretty pig That was not very little nor yet very big This little piggy it lay down and died And Betty

Produced by Barbara Tozier Bill Tozier Christine D andthe Online Distributed Proofreading Team athttpwwwpgdpnetIllustration The BookLovers Library Edited by Henry B Wheatley FSA HOW TO FORM A LIBRARYBYHB WHEATLEY FSA_SECOND EDITION_ NEW YORK AC ARMSTRONG SON BROADWAY LONDON ELLIOT STOCK 1886_PREFACE__It will be generally allowed that a handy guide to the formation oflibraries is required but it may be that the difficulty of doing justiceto so large a subject has prevented those who felt the want fromattempting to fill it I hope therefore that it will not be consideredthat I have shown temerity by stepping into the vacant place I cannothope to have done full justice to so important a theme in the small spaceat my disposal but I think I can say that this little volume containsmuch information which the librarian and the book lover require and cannoteasily obtain elsewhere They are probably acquainted with most of thisinformation but the memory will fail us at times and it is thenconvenient to have a record at hand__A book of this character is peculiarly open to criticism but I hope thecritics will give me credit for knowing more than I have set down Inmaking a list of books of reference I have had to make a selection andworks have been before me that I have decided to omit although some wouldthink them as important as many of those I have included__I need not extend this preface with any lengthy explanation of theobjects of the book as these are stated in the Introduction but beforeconcluding I may perhaps be allowed to allude to one personalcircumstance I had hoped to dedicate this first volume of the BookLovers Library to HENRY BRADSHAW one of the most original and mostlearned bibliographers that ever lived but before it was finished thespirit of that great man had passed away to the inexpressible grief of allwho knew him It is with no desire to shield myself under the shelter of agreat name but with a reverent wish to express my own sense of ourirreparable loss that I dedicate this book though all unworthy of thehonour to his memory_CONTENTS PAGE INTRODUCTION 1 CHAPTER I HOW MEN HAVE FORMED LIBRARIES 23 II HOW TO BUY 57 III PUBLIC LIBRARIES 73 IV PRIVATE LIBRARIES 89 V GENERAL BIBLIOGRAPHIES 141 VI SPECIAL BIBLIOGRAPHIES 160 VII PUBLISHING SOCIETIES 184 VIII CHILDS LIBRARY 217 IX ONE HUNDRED BOOKS 227HOW TO FORM A LIBRARYINTRODUCTIONAlthough there can be little difference of opinion among book lovers as tothe need of a Handbook which shall answer satisfactorily thequestionHow to Form a Libraryit does not follow that there will be alike agreement as to the best shape in which to put the answer On the oneside a string of generalities can be of no use to any one and on theother a too great particularity of instruction may be resented by thosewho only require hints on a few points and feel that they know their ownbusiness better than any author can tell themOne of the most important attempts to direct the wouldbe founder of aLibrary in his way was made as long ago as 1824 by Dr Dibdin and theresult was entitled _The Library Companion_1 The book could never havebeen a safe guide and now it is hopelessly out of date Tastes changeand many books upon the necessity of possessing which Dibdin enlarges arenow little valued Dr Hill Burton writes of this book as follows in his_BookHunter_ This it will be observed is not intended as a manual ofrare or curious or in any way peculiar books but as the instruction of aNestor on the best books for study and use in all departments ofliterature Yet one will look in vain there for such names as MontaigneShaftesbury Benjamin Franklin DAlembert Turgot Adam SmithMalebranche Lessing Goethe Schiller Fénélon Burke Kant RichterSpinoza Flechier and many others Characteristically enough if you turnup Rousseau in the index you will find Jean Baptiste but not JeanJacques You

Produced by The James J Kelly Library Of St GregorysUniversity Dianne Bean Joseph Buersmeyer and Alev AkmanTHE HISPANIC NATIONS OF THE NEW WORLDA CHRONICLE OF OUR SOUTHERN NEIGHBORSBy William R ShepherdNew Haven Yale University PressToronto Glasgow Brook CoLondon Humphrey MilfordOxford University Press1919CONTENTS I THE HERITAGE FROM SPAIN AND PORTUGAL II OUR OLD KING OR NONE III INDEPENDENCE OR DEATH IV PLOUGHING THE SEA V THE AGE OF THE DICTATORS VI PERIL FROM ABROAD VII GREATER STATES AND LESSER VIII ON THE MARGIN OF INTERNATIONAL LIFE IX THE REPUBLICS OF SOUTH AMERICA X MEXICO IN REVOLUTION XI THE REPUBLICS OF THE CARIBBEAN XII PANAMERICANISM AND THE GREAT WAR BIBLIOGRAPHICAL NOTETHE HISPANIC NATIONS OF THE NEW WORLDCHAPTER I THE HERITAGE FROM SPAIN AND PORTUGALAt the time of the American Revolution most of the New World stillbelonged to Spain and Portugal whose captains and conquerors hadbeen the first to come to its shores Spain had the lions share butPortugal held Brazil in itself a vast land of unsuspected resourcesNo empire mankind had ever yet known rivaled in size the illimitabledomains of Spain and Portugal in the New World and none displayed suchremarkable contrasts in land and people Boundless plains and forestsswamps and deserts mighty mountain chains torrential streams andmajestic rivers marked the surface of the country This vast territorystretched from the temperate prairies west of the Mississippi down tothe steaming lowlands of Central America then up through tablelands inthe southern continent to high plateaus miles above sea level wherethe sun blazed and the cold dry air was hard to breathe and thenhigher still to the lofty peaks of the Andes clad in eternal snow orpouring fire and smoke from their summits in the clouds and thence tothe lower temperate valleys grassy pampas and undulating hills of thefar southScattered over these vast colonial domains in the Western World weresomewhere between 12000000 and 19000000 people subject to Spain andperhaps 3000000 to Portugal the great majority of them were Indiansand negroes the latter predominating in the lands bordering on theCaribbean Sea and along the shores of Brazil Possibly onefourth ofthe inhabitants came of European stock including not only Spaniards andtheir descendants but also the folk who spoke English in the Floridasand French in LouisianaDuring the centuries which had elapsed since the entry of the Spaniardsand Portuguese into these regions an extraordinary fusion of races hadtaken place White red and black had mingled to such an extent thatthe bulk of the settled population became halfcaste Only in the moretemperate regions of the far north and south where the aborigines werecomparatively few or had disappeared altogether did the whites remainracially distinct Socially the Indian and the negro counted for littleThey constituted the laboring class on whom all the burdens fell and forwhom advantages in the body politic were scant Legally the Indian underSpanish rule stood on a footing of equality with his white fellowsand many a gifted native came to be reckoned a force in the communitythough his social position remained a subordinate one Most of thenegroes were slaves and were more kindly treated by the Spaniards thanby the PortugueseThough divided among themselves the Europeans were everywherepolitically dominant The Spaniard was always an individualist Besideshe often brought from the Old World petty provincial traditions whichwere intensified in the New The inhabitants of towns many of which hadbeen founded quite independently of one another knew little about theirremote neighbors and often were quite willing to convert their ignoranceinto prejudice The dweller in the uplands and the resident on the coastwere wont to view each other with disfavor The one was thought heavyand stupid the other frivolous and lazy Native Spaniards regarded theCreoles or American born as persons who had degenerated more or lessby their contact with the aborigines and the wilderness For their partthe Creoles looked upon the Spaniards as upstarts and intruders whosesole claim to consideration lay in the privileges dispensed them by thehome government In testimony of this attitude they coined for theiroversea kindred numerous nicknames which were more expressive thancomplimentary While the Creoles held most of the wealth and of thelower offices the Spaniards enjoyed the perquisites and emoluments ofthe higher postsThough objects of disdain to both these masters the Indians generallypreferred the Spaniard to the Creole The Spaniard represented a distantauthority interested in the welfare of its humbler subjects and cameless into actual daily contact with the natives While it would hardlybe correct to say that the Spaniard was viewed as a protector and theCreole as an oppressor yet the aborigines unconsciously made somesuch hazy distinction if indeed they did not view all Europeans withsuspicion and dislike In Brazil the relation of classes was much thesame except that here the native element was much less conspicuous as asocial factorThese distinctions were all the more accentuated by the absence bothof other European peoples and of a definite middle class of any raceEverywhere in the areas tenanted originally by Spaniards and Portuguesethe European of alien stock was unwelcome even though he obtained agrudging permission from the home governments to remain a colonist InBrazil owing to the close commercial connections between Great Britainand Portugal foreigners were not so rigidly excluded as in SpanishAmerica The Spaniard was unwilling that lands so rich in naturaltreasures should be thrown open to exploitation by others even if thenewcomer professed the Catholic faith The heretic was denied admissionas a matter of course Had the foreigner been allowed to enter the riskof such exploitation doubtless would have been increased but a middleclass might have arisen to weld the the discordant factions into asociety which had common desires and aspirations With the developmentof commerce and industry with the growth of activities which bringmen into touch with each other in everyday affairs something

Produced by Mark C Orton SD and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet This file wasproduced from images generously made available by TheInternet ArchiveBYWAYS OF GHOSTLAND BYWAYS OF GHOSTLAND BY ELLIOTT ODONNELL AUTHOR OF SOME HAUNTED HOUSES OF ENGLAND AND WALES HAUNTED HOUSES OF LONDON GHOSTLY PHENOMENA DREAMS AND THEIR MEANINGS SCOTTISH GHOST TALES TRUE GHOST TALES ETC ETC WILLIAM RIDER AND SON LIMITED 164 Aldersgate St London EC 1911CONTENTS CHAP PAGE 1 THE UNKNOWN BRAIN 1 2 THE OCCULT IN SHADOWS 21 3 OBSESSION POSSESSION 28 4 OCCULT HOOLIGANS 47 5 SYLVAN HORRORS 56 6 COMPLEX HAUNTINGS AND OCCULT BESTIALITIES 80 7 VAMPIRES WEREWOLVES FOXWOMEN ETC 110 8 DEATHWARNINGS AND FAMILY GHOSTS 132 9 SUPERSTITIONS AND FORTUNES 153 10 THE HAND OF GLORY THE BLOODY HAND OF ULSTER THE SEVENTH SON BIRTHMARKS NATURES DEVIL SIGNALS PREEXISTENCE THE FUTURE PROJECTION TELEPATHY ETC 176 11 OCCULT INHABITANTS OF THE SEA AND RIVERS 198 12 BUDDHAS AND BOGGLE CHAIRS 210 INDEX 244BYWAYS OF GHOSTLANDCHAPTER ITHE UNKNOWN BRAINWhether all that constitutes mans spiritual nature that is to say ALLhis mind is inseparably amalgamated with the whitish mass of softmatter enclosed in his cranium and called his brain is a question thatmust one supposes be ever open to debateOne knows that this whitish substance is the centre of the nervoussystem and the seat of consciousness and volition and from theconstant study of character by type or by phrenology one may even go onto deduce with reason that in this protoplasmic substancein each ofthe numerous cells into which it is divided and subdividedare locatedthe human faculties Hence it would seem that one may rationallyconclude that all mans vital force all that comprises hismind_ie_ the power in him that conceives remembers reasonswillsis so wrapped up in the actual matter of his cerebrum as to beincapable of existing apart from it and that as a natural sequencethereto on the dissolution of the brain the mind and everythingpertaining to the mind dies with itthere is no future life becausethere is nothing left to surviveSuch a condition if complete annihilation can be so named is the oneand only conclusion to the doctrine that mindcrude undiagnosedmindis dependent on matter a doctrine confirmed by the apparent factsthat injury to the cranium is accompanied by unconsciousness andprotracted loss of memory and that the sanity of the

Produced by Al HainesTranscribers notes Extensive research found no evidence that theUS copyright on this publication was renewedPages 31 and 32 were missing from the source book If you shouldhappen to have a copy of this book with the missing pages pleaseemail scans of them to Project Gutenbergs Errata system aterrata_AT_pglaforgTHE MONK OF HAMBLETON_By_ARMSTRONG LIVINGSTONNEW YORKRAE D HENKLE CO Inc Publishers1928COPYRIGHT 1928By RAE D HENKLE Co INCManufactured in the United States_THE AUTHOR__Armstrong Livingston was born in New York City and was educated at StGeorges School Newport R I and in Europe He began a writingcareer in 1918 He has traveled extensively and for the past two yearshe and Mrs Livingston have made their home in Algiers with occasionaltrips to Paris and London He is the author of the followingbooksall mystery stories_ THE MONK OF HAMBLETON THE MYSTERY OF THE TWIN RUBIES THE JUJU MAN ON THE RIGHT WRISTS LIGHTFINGERED LADIES THE GUILTY ACCUSERCONTENTSCHAPTER I SAYING IT WITH FRUIT II THE HEAD OF THE TRAIL III A WARNING IV THE LEGEND OF THE MONK V MISS LUCYS MAN VI AN AUNT IN NEED VII OUT OF THE PAST VIII TWO VICTIMS OF THEFT IX SIMON SEEKS ADVICE X CREIGHTON TAKES THE CASE XI CHECKERS AND CHICANE XII STARLIGHT ON STEEL XIII A DEDUCTION OR TWO XIV LUCY VARR XV TREASURE TROVE XVI A WOMAN OF NOTE XVII AN ARREST Is MADE XVIII SOME OLD MEN ARE OUT XIX AMONG THOSE PRESENT XX H ANTEUS KRECH XXI TWILIGHT XXII A CRY IN THE NIGHT XXIII THE DARKEST HOUR XXIV BEYOND THE STARSTHE MONK OF HAMBLETON_I Saying It With Fruit_The weatherbeaten buildings that comprised the plant of the Varr andBolt tannery occupied a scant five acres of ground a short halfmilefrom the eastern edge of the village of Hambleton They were ofoldtype brick construction dingy without and gloomy within and noone unacquainted with the facts could have guessed from theirdilapidated and defected exteriors that they represented a sound andthriving business It was typical of Simon Varr that outward air ofshabbiness and neglect it was said of him that he knew how to exactthe last ounce of efficiency from men and material without theexpenditure of a single superfluous pennyAn eightfoot board fence surrounded the property on three sides thefourth being bounded by a sluggish disreputable creek whose fetidwaters seemed to crawl onward even more slowly after receiving thenoisome waste liquor from the tanpits At only one point thatnearest the village did any of the buildings touch the encirclingfence There its sweep was broken by the facade of a squat twostorystructure of yellow brick which contained the offices of the concernand the big bare room in which a few decrepit clerks pursued theiruninspiring labors Admission to this building and through it to theyard was by way of a stout oaken door on which the word _Private_ wasstencilled in white paint Just above the lettering at the height ofa mans eyes a small Judas had been cuta comparatively recentinnovation to judge from the freshness of its chiselled edgesOn the afternoon of a warm latesummer day a number ofmentwentyfive or thirtywere loitering outside this door in variousattitudes of leisure and repose They were a sorry unkempt lotpoorly clothed and unshaven sullen of face and wearyeyed When theymoved it was languidly when they spoke it was with brevity in tiredtoneless voices All of them looked hungry and many of them were forit was the end of the third week of their strikeThe faintest flicker of animation stirred them as they were presentlyjoined by a roughlydressed man who sauntered up from the direction ofthe village though it is safe to suppose that some of them were movedto interest less by the newcomer himself than by the fact that he wascarrying a huge ripe tomato in one hand He nodded a greeting that wasreturned by them in kind and it was some moments before the mostenergetic of their number crystallized their listless curiosity in asingle questionAny news CharlieNothin to git excited aboutI seen you talkin to Graham a while agoUhhuh Grahams a good sport even if he is standin in with thbossesHes only lookin out for himself said the spokesman judicially andtightened his belt by one hole There was a murmur of assent from theothers A man has to in this worldUhhuh And thats why were strikin now for a livin wage anddecent workin conditions Were just lookin out for ourselvesbecause no one else willDont see as were gettin em ventured a pessimist mournfullyGraham say anythinSaid wed oughter give in Thats what wed expect _him_ to sayaint it But I was talkin to one of the clerks feller namedStevens and _he_ says that theres a lot of big orders on th booksthat aint goin to be filled if we dont go back to work Reckonthatll give old Varr somethin to think aboutThey contemplated this hopeful scrap of information in a silence brokenfinally by the pessimist who contributed a morsel of personal historyby no means as irrelevant to the subject as it soundedWimpelheimer just shook his head when I went to him this noon for abit of meat He was nice enough about it but he says three or fourfellers left town last week owin him money an he cant figure nowayshow were goin to win this strike Hes lookin out for himself tooUhhuh Charlies favorite expression of agreement was slightlyblurred by a mouthful

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material typico do nosso systema de edificar o ferro otijolo e a pasta A casa cessou de ser uma obra de architectura para seconverter em uma empreitada de engenharia e os delicados artistas dapedra da madeira e do ferro forjado abdicam da sua antiga missãoperante os subalternos obreiros

Produced by Roger Frank and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetWILD ORANGESWILD ORANGESBYJOSEPH HERGESHEIMERILLUSTRATED WITH SCENES FROMKING VIDORS PHOTOPLAYA GOLDWYN PICTUREGROSSET DUNLAPPUBLISHERSNEW YORKMade in the United States of AmericaCOPYRIGHT 1918 BY ALFRED A KNOPF IncPublished April 1918 in a volume now out of printentitled Gold and Iron and then reprinted twiceFirst published separately March 1922TO GEORGE HORACE LORIMERWILD ORANGESIThe ketch drifted into the serene inclosure of the bay as silently asthe reflections moving over the mirrorlike surface of the waterBeyond a low arm of land that hid the sea the western sky was asingle clear yellow farther on the left the pale incalculably oldlimbs of cypress their roots bare were hung with gathering shadowsas delicate as their own faint foliage The stillness was emphasizedby the ceaseless murmur of the waves breaking on the far seawardbarsJohn Woolfolk brought the ketch up where he intended to anchor andcalled to the stooping whiteclad figure in the bow Let go Therewas an answering splash a sudden rasp of hawser the booms swungidle and the yacht imperceptibly settled into her berth The wheelturned impotently and absentminded John Woolfolk locked it Hedropped his long form on a carpetcovered folding chair near by Hewas tired His sailor Poul Halvard moved about with a noiseless andswift efficiency he rolled and cased the jib and then with ahandful of canvas stops secured and covered the mainsail andproceeded aft to the jigger Unlike Woolfolk Halvard was shortasquare figure with a smooth deeptanned countenance colorless andsteady pale blue eyes His mouth closed so tightly that it appearedimmovable as if it had been carved from some obdurate material thatopened for the necessities of neither speech nor sustenanceTall John Woolfolk was darkly tanned too and had a grey gazeby turns sharply focused with bright black pupils and blanklyintrospective He was garbed in white flannels with bare ankles andsandals and an old collarless silk shirt with sleeves rolledback on virile arms incongruously tattooed with gauzy greencicadasHe stayed motionless while Halvard put the yacht in order for thenight The days passage through twisting inland waterways the hazardof the tides on shifting flats the continual concentration on detailsat once trivial and highly necessary had been more wearing than thecyclone the ketch had weathered off Barbuda the year before They hadbeen landbound since dawn and all day John Woolfolks instinct hadrevolted against the fields and wooded points turning toward the openseaHalvard disappeared into the cabin and soon after a faint hot airthe smell of scorched metal announced the lighting of the vaporstove the preparations for supper Not a breath stirred the surfaceof the bay The water as transparently clear as the hardly darkenedair lay like a great amethyst clasped by its dim corals and the armof the land The glossy foliage that with the exception of a smallsilver beach choked the shore might have been stamped from metal Itwas John Woolfolk suddenly thought amazingly still The atmospheretoo was peculiarly heavy languorous It was laden with the scents ofexotic flowering trees he recognized the smooth heavy odor ofoleanders and the clearer sweetness of orange blossomsHe was idly surprised at the latter he had not known that orangegroves had been planted and survived in Georgia Woolfolk gazed moreattentively at the shore and made out in back of the luxurianttangle the broad white façade of a dwelling A pair of marine glasseslay on the deck at his hand and adjusting them he surveyed the faceof a distinguished ruin The windows on the stained wall were brokeninthey resembled the empty eyes of the dead storms had batteredloose the neglected roof leaving a corner open to sun and rain hecould see through the foliage lower down great columns fallen about asweeping porticoThe house was deserted he was certain of thatthe melancholywreckage of a vanished and resplendent time Its small principalityflourishing when commerce and communication had gone by water was oneof the innumerable victims of progress and of the concentration ofeffort into huge impersonalities He thought he could trace other evenmore complete ruins but his interest waned He laid the glasses backupon the deck The choked bubble of boiling water sounded from thecabin mingled with the irregular sputter of cooking fat and theclinking of plates and silver as Halvard set the table Without thelight was fading swiftly the wavering cry of an owl quivered from thecypress across the water and the western sky changed from paleryellow to green Woolfolk moved abruptly and securing a bucket tothe handle of which a short rope had been spliced and finished with anornamental Turkshead he swung it overboard and brought it up halffull In the darkness of the bucket the water shone with a faintphosphorescence Then from a basin he lathered his hands with a thickpinkish paste washed his face and started toward the cabinHe was already in the companionway when glancing across the stillsurface of the bay he saw a swirl moving into view about a smallpoint He thought at first that it was a fish but the next moment sawthe white graceful silhouette of an arm It was a woman swimmingJohn Woolfolk could now plainly make out the free solid mass of herhair the naked smoothly turning shoulder She was swimming withdeliberate ease with a long single overarm stroke and it wasevident that she had not seen the ketch Woolfolk stood his gazelevel with the cabin top watching her assured progress She turnedagain moving out from the shore then suddenly stopped Now herealized she saw himThe swimmer hung motionless for a breath then with a strong sinuousdrive she whirled about and made swiftly for the point of land Shewas visible for a short space low in the water her hair wavering inthe clear flood and then disappeared abruptly behind the pointleaving behinda last vanishing trace of her silent passageasmooth subsiding wake on the surface of the bayJohn Woolfolk mechanically descended the three short steps to thecabin There had been something extraordinary in the womans briefappearance out of the odorous tangle of the shore with its ruinedhabitation It had caught him unprepared in a moment

Produced by Roger Frank and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetIllustration Ride LowTheyre ComingTHE RUSTLER OF WIND RIVERBy G W OGDENWITH FRONTISPIECEBy FRANK E SCHOONOVERA L BURT COMPANYPublishersNew YorkPublished by Arrangement with A C McClurg CompanyCopyrightA C McClurg Co1917Published March 1917CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I Strange Bargainings 1 II Beef Day 11 III The Ranchhouse by the River 28 IV The Man in the Plaid 41 V If He was a Gentleman 55 VI A Bold Civilian 66 VII Throwing the Scare 81 VIII Afoot and Alone 89 IX Business not Company 102 X Hells agoin to Pop 119 XI The Señor Boss Comes Riding 131 XII The Rustlers 147 XIII The Trail at Dawn 160 XIV When Friends Part 182 XV One Road 196 XVI Danger and Dignity 215 XVII Boots and Saddles 227 XVIII The Trail of the Coffee 240 XIX I Beat Him to It

Produced by Sankar Viswanathan Greg Weeks and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Transcribers Note This etext was produced from Analog Science Fact Fiction December 1961 Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the US copyright on this publication was renewed _The Foreign Hand Tie_ _BY DAVID GORDON_ _Just because you can see something doesnt mean you understand itand that can mean that even perfect telepathy isnt perfect communication_ ILLUSTRATED BY BARBERIS From Istanbul in Turkish Thrace to Moscow USSR is only a couple ofhours outing for a round trip in a fast jet planea shade less thaneleven hundred miles in a beelineUnfortunately Mr Raphael Poe had no way of chartering a beeThe United States Navy cruiser _Woonsocket_ having made its placid wayacross the Mediterranean up the Aegean Sea and through the Dardanellesto the Bosporous stopped overnight at Istanbul and then turned around andwent back On the way in it had stopped at Gibraltar BarcelonaMarseilles Genoa Naples and Athensthe main friendly ports on thenorthern side of the Mediterranean On the way back it performed the sameritual on the African side of the sea Its most famous passengers were theAmerican Secretary of State two senators and three representativesIts most important passenger was Mr Raphael PoeDuring the voyage in Mr Raphael Poe remained locked in a stateroom allby himself twiddling his thumbs restlessly and playing endless games ofsolitaire making bets with himself on how long it would be before theship hit the next big wave and wondering how long it would take a man togo nuts in isolation On the voyage back he was not aboard the_Woonsocket_ at all and no one missed him because only the captain andtwo other Navy men had known he was aboard and they knew that he had beendropped overboard at IstanbulThe sleek tapered cylindroid might easily have been mistaken for a Navaltorpedo since it was roughly the same size and shape Actually it was asort of hybrid combining the torpedo and the twoman submarine that theJapanese had used in World War II plus refinements contributed by suchapparently diverse arts as skindiving cybernetics and nucleonicsInside this oneman underwater vessel Raphael Poe lay prone guiding thelittle atomicpowered submarine across the Black Sea past Odessa and upthe Dnieper The first leg the four hundred miles from the Bosporous tothe mouth of the river was relatively easy The two hundred and sixtymiles from there to the Dnepropetrovsk was a little more difficult butnot terribly so It became increasingly more difficult as the Dniepernarrowed and became more shallowOn to Kiev His course changed at Dnepropetrovsk from northeast tonorthwest for the next two hundred fifty miles At Kiev the riverchanged course again heading north Three hundred and fifty miles fartheron at Smolensk he was heading almost due eastIt had not been an easy trip At night he had surfaced to get hisbearings and to recharge the air tanks Several times he had had to taketo the land using the caterpillar treads on the little machine becauseof obstacles in the riverAt the end of the ninth day he was still one hundred eighty miles fromMoscow but at that point he got out of the submarine and preparedhimself for the trip overland When he was ready he pressed a specialbutton on the control panel of the expensive little craft Immediatelythe special robot brain took over It had recorded the trip upstream byapplying that information in reversea mirror image so to speakitbegan guiding itself back toward Istanbul applying the necessarycorrective factors that made the difference between an upstream and adownstream trip If it had made a mistake or had been discovered it wouldhave blown itself to bits As a tribute to modern robotics andultramicrominiaturization it is a fact that the little craft was pickedup five days later a few miles from Istanbul by the USS _Paducah_By that time a certain Vladimir Turenski a shambling nottoobright deafmute had made his fully documented appearance in Moscow Spies like fairies and other such elusive sprites traditionally come inrings The reason for this circumstructural metaphor is obscure but itremains a fact that a single spy all by himself is usually of verylittle use to anybody Espionage on any useful scale requiresorganizationThere is as there should be a reason for this The purpose of espionageis to gather informationpreferably _useful_ informationagainst thewishes of and in spite of the efforts of a groupusually referred toas the enemywhich is endeavoring to prevent that information fromgetting into other hands than their own Such activities obviously implycommunication An espioneur working for Side A who finds a bit ofimportant information about Side B must obviously communicate that bit ofinformation to Side A or it is of no use whatsoeverAll of these factors pose complex problemsTo begin with the espioneur must get himself into a position in which hecan get hold of the information he wants Usually that means that he mustpass himself off as something he is not a process which requires timeThen when he

Produced by Al HainesIllustration Cover artFrontispiece _THE TWO MAIDEN AUNTS_TWO MAIDEN AUNTSBYMARY H DEBENHAMAUTHOR OF MISTRESS PHIL A LITTLE CANDLE ETC_WITH TWO FULLPAGE ILLUSTRATIONS__BY GERTRUDE D HAMMOND_LONDONNATIONAL SOCIETYS REPOSITORYBROAD SANCTUARY WESTMINSTERNEW YORK THOMAS WHITTAKER 2 3 BIBLE HOUSEAll rights reserved1895_BY THE SAME AUTHOR_ THE MAVIS AND THE MERLIN Price 2s MY GODDAUGHTER Price 2s MOOR AND MOSS Price 2s 6d FOR KING AND HOME Price 2s 6d MISTRESS PHIL Price 2s A LITTLE CANDLE Price 3s 6d FAIRMEADOWS FARM Price 2s ST HELENS WELL Price 2sNATIONAL SOCIETYS DEPOSITORYSANCTUARY WESTMINSTER SWIllustration Contents headpieceCONTENTSCHAPTER I THE AUNTS II THE NEPHEW III THE FIRST DAY IV A HEART OF OAK V THE WRONG END VI CHRISTMAS AT OAKFIELD VII HERO AND HEROINES VIII IN THE CHANNEL IX IN PORTIllustration Contents tailpieceIllustration Illustrations headpieceLIST OF ILLUSTRATIONSTHE TWO MAIDEN AUNTS _Frontispiece_WHAT USEFUL THINGS SHALL I DO HE ASKED missing from bookIllustration Illustrations tailpieceIllustration Chapter I headpieceTWO MAIDEN AUNTSCHAPTER ITHE AUNTSChild be mother to this childE B BROWNINGIt was seven oclock on an autumn morning nearly a hundred years agoA misty October morning when the meadows looked grey with the heavydew and the sky was only just beginning to show pale blue through thehaze which veiled itThere was a certain little hamlet just a few cottages clusteredtogether beside a country road where the world seemed hardly yetawake The road ran across a wide common where the cows and horsesand geese wandered about pretty much as they chose and theblackberries grew as they grow only on waste ground The blackberryseason was pretty nearly over and the damp had taken the taste out ofthose which the village children had left but the dewy nights werestill warm enough to bring up the mushrooms like fairy tables in alldirections and there was at least one gatherer from the village whohad been astir an hour ago for the common was a wellknown mushroomground and early birds had the best chance He was coming back nowwith a goodly basketful shaking showers of dew off the grass at everystep and leaving a track of footmarks behind him Through the mist helooked a sort of giant but he was only a tall sturdy lad ofseventeen in a fustian jacket and the wide hat which countrymen usedto wear in the days of our grandfathers He turned off the commonbefore he reached the village and went down a little lane at the endof which stood a small gabled house in a garden where the autumnflowers hung their heads under the heavy dew There was a paddockbehind the house where a cow was feeding and a gate led through a yardto the back door and thither the boy was turning when he noticed alittle girl in homespun frock and sunbonnet leaning over the gardengate looking up rather wistfully at the shuttered windows of thehouse She gave a great start as the boy came behind her and laid hishand suddenly on her shoulderNow then Nance he said severely what are you about disturbingthe place at this time in the morningThe little girl shook his hand off with an impatient shrugWhat be you about Pete starting me like that Im not doing nothingnor disturbing nobody I can look at the cottage I suppose withoutyou to call me up for itMotherll be fine and angry when she hears what youve been at saidthe boy peeping and prying on the young ladies and them in troubleNancy put up her pretty lip with the injured look of a spoilt childIm not peeping nor prying nor hurting nobody and if I am what areyou doing I should like to know Then as she noticed his basketshe clapped her hands with a little triumphant laughI know what tis youre after she cried youve been off and gotthem mushrooms and youve brought them for the young ladies so as youcan see Penny or maybe Miss Betty herself and hear whether its reallytrue And havent I got some eggs my own hens eggs here for themand only just waiting till they open the shutters to take them inWell why dont you go round to the back door as is the proper placefor you said the stern elder brother instead of staring atgentlefolks houses like a great gawkyWell come to that I know which is the biggest gawky of us two saidpert little Nance and if you must know I was just waiting for thechance of Miss Betty coming down seeing Penny might be in one of hertantrums and not tell me a word Then as the front door of the housesuddenly opened she exclaimed joyouslyLook if she isnt there and was darting in at the gate when herbrother caught her and held her back Come away will you yeinterfering little hussy he was beginning hastily when the girl whohad opened the door caught sight of the two and came down the gardenpath towards them Spoilt Nancy shook herself free and with atriumphant glance at her big brother she ran to meet the young ladyand Peter could do nothing but follow her and indeed if the truthmust be told he was not at all sorry to do it and perhaps just alittle grateful to naughty Nancy for showing the wayThe early riser from the cottage was a girl of thirteen a very prettylittle girl with a fair fresh face sunshiny hazel eyes and hair ofthat golden brown colour which the bracken wears in autumn She seemedto have dressed in rather a hurry for her long black frock was notquite perfectly fastened the muslin scarf round her shoulders was justa little crooked and the black

Produced by KarenD and the Online Distributed ProofreadingTeam at httpwwwpgdpnet This file was produced fromimages generously made available by The InternetArchiveAmerican Libraries THE TRUTH ABOUT AMERICA BY EDWARD MONEY TEACULTIVATION AND MANUFACTURE IN INDIA TWELVE MONTHS WITH THE BASHIBAZOUKS WOMANS FORTITUDE WELL SEE ABOUT IT LONDON SAMPSON LOW MARSTON SEARLE RIVINGTON CROWN BUILDINGS 188 FLEET STREET 1886 _All rights reserved_ LONDON PRINTED BY GILBERT AND RIVINGTON LIMITED ST JOHNS SQUARECONTENTS PAGE CHAPTER I More or less introductoryAmericans and Yankees not synonymousWant of courtesy in the StatesThe PressVoyage outNew York climate 1 CHAPTER II New YorkNational typesAmerican currencyThe States as a cheap domicile 19 CHAPTER III Why I went to AmericaAgents in London and the Eden promisedNew York to New OrleansRailroads in the StatesAmerican sceneryRanch lifeDeserts in the StatesAntelope Valley 42 CHAPTER IV San FranciscoArmy and NavyInternational CourtPacific coastCalifornian ranchSocial customsGoodbye California 94 CHAPTER V NevadaUtahWyomingDenverA restless nightSeeking for a ranchRanch workColorado Springs the Sanitarium of Western America 133 CHAPTER VI Ranch againTeaAmerican pressCelebrities victimizedLast journeyChicagoBeautyNiagara missedNew YorkAtlanticHome 195THE TRUTH ABOUT AMERICACHAPTER I More or less introductoryAmericans and Yankees not synonymousWant of courtesy in the StatesThe PressVoyage outNew York climateApart from the object with which most authors write viz to makemoney I purpose this little book to serve three objectsFirstly to make the United States of America and the Americansbetter known than they are at present to the mass of the EnglishpublicSecondly to put a certain class of emigrants on their guard againstthe machinations of a few agents in London who victimize them not alittleThirdly to let the many who suffer from pulmonary diseases inEurope know that across the Atlantic is a cureplace excelling owingto its peculiar climate any in the Eastern hemisphereThat my own knowledge of the United States is a superficial one Iadmit in stating I was there not quite five months _If_ I have atalent for anything it is the power of absorbing facts anddescribing them later I kept no journal in America but I madecopious notes of all I saw and heard while the impressions werefresh As I view all these in a bundle on the table before me I feelthat I must describe succinctly to bring all I have to say into alittle book and there are weighty reasons with me at least whyit should be no moreAs my book will be truthfully written and my intentions are goodsuccess will not elevate me much blame will not depress me If thebook is a fair picture as far as it goes of a vast and wonderfultract on the earths surface if it shows clearly the prevailingcharacteristics of the Americans what there is for us the Englishto copy what to avoid if it prove of use to the everincreasingclass of emigrants and if it is readable and amusing withal I shallbe more than satisfiedI affirm that the United States and its denizens are _not_ more thansuperficially known to English men and women I beg the question Whyis it There are doubtless many books of American travel politicsdescriptions and what not I had read many of these but surprisedas I was on much I encountered after arrival I was far moresurprised how little what I had read had prepared me to find Thefollowing may in some degree explain this By far the larger numberwho go to the States are of two classes 1 The rich who go fortravel pleasure and change 2 The emigrant who is poor and whostays there The first naturally see the best side of everythingand if they describe their experiences the pictures drawn arescarcely fair ones The second class as a rule it goes withoutsaying are not strong with their pens and were it otherwise havingto win the bread of life they have no leisure There are of courseexceptions The political aspect of America has been well depictedthe features of that huge continent aptly described in several booksby good authors but of true social pictures there are few Amongthese

Produced by Andrew Sly Chuck Greif and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetGENERAL BRAMBLE_by_ANDRÉ MAUROIS_translated by_JULES CASTIER and RONALD BOSWELLJOHN LANETHE BODLEY HEAD LTDFirst Published 1921First Published in The WeekEnd Library 1931MADE AND PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN BYMORRISON AND GIBB LTD LONDON AND EDINBURGHCONTENTS I Portraits II Diplomacy III The Tower of Babel IV A Business Man in the Army V The Story of Private Biggs VI An Air Raid VII Love and the Infant Dundas VIII A Great Chef IX Prélude à la Soirée dun Général X Private Brommits Conversion XI Justice XII Variations XIII The Cure XIV The Beginning of the End XV Danse Macabre XVI The Glory of the Garden XVII Letter from Colonel Parker to Aurelle XVIII General Brambles ReturnGENERAL BRAMBLECHAPTER IPORTRAITS As to what the picture represents that depends upon who looks at itWhistlerThe French Mission in its profound wisdom had sent as liaison officerto the Scottish Division a captain of Dragoons whose name wasBeltaraAre you any relation to the painter sir Aurelle the interpreterasked himWhat did you say said the dragoon Say that again will you You_are_ in the army arent you You are a soldier for a little timeat any rate and you claim to know that such people as paintersexist You actually admit the existence of that Godforsaken speciesAnd he related how he had visited the French War Office after he hadbeen wounded and how an old colonel had made friends with him andhad tried to find him a congenial jobWhats your profession in civilian life _capitaine_ the old manhad asked as he filled in a formI am a painter sirA painter the colonel exclaimed dumbfounded A painter Whydamn it allAnd after thinking it over for a minute he added with the kindlywink of an accomplice in crime Well lets put down _nil_ eh Itwont look quite so silly Captain Beltara and Aurelle soon became inseparable companions Theyhad the same tastes and different professions which is theideal recipe for friendship Aurelle admired the sketches inwhich the painter recorded the flexible lines of the Flemishlandscape Beltara was a kindly critic of the young mans ratherfeeble versesYou would perhaps be a poet he said to him if you were notburdened with a certain degree of culture An artist must be anidiot The only perfect ones are the sculptors then come thelandscape painters then painters in general after them the writersThe critics are not at all stupid and the really intelligent mennever do anythingWhy shouldnt intelligence have an art of its own as sensibilityhasNo my friend no Art is a game intelligence is a profession Lookat me for instance now that I no longer touch my brushes Isometimes actually catch myself thinking its quite alarmingYou ought to paint some portraits here _mon capitaine_ Arentyou tempted These sunburnt British complexionsOf course my boy it is tempting but I havent got my things withme Besides would they consent to sitOf course they would for as long as you like Tomorrow Ill bringround young Dundas the aidedecamp Hes got nothing to do hellbe delighted Next day Beltara made a threecrayon sketch of Lieutenant Dundas Theyoung aidedecamp turned out quite a good sitter all he asked wasto be allowed to do something which meant shouting his huntingcries cracking his favourite whip and talking to his dogAh said Aurelle at the end of the sitting I like thatimmenselyreally Its so lightly touchedits a mere nothing andyet the whole of England is thereAnd waving his hands with the ritual gestures of the infatuatedpicturelover he praised the artlessness of the clear wide eyesthe delightful freshness of the complexion and the charming candourof the smileBut the Cherub planted himself in front of his portrait struck theclassical pose of the golfer and poising his arms and hitting at animaginary ball pronounced judgment on the work of art with perfectfranknessMy God he said what an awful thing How the deuce did you seeold man that my breeches were laced at the sideWhat on earth can that matter asked Aurelle annoyedMatter Would _you_ like to be painted with your nose behind yourear My God Its about as much like me as it is like Lloyd GeorgeLikeness is quite a secondary quality said Aurelle condescendinglyThe interesting thing is not the individual it is the typethe synthesis of a whole race or classIn the days when I was starving in my native South said thepainter I used to paint portraits of tradesmens wives for a fiverWhen I had done the family assembled for a private view Wellsaid the husband its not so bad but what about the likeness ehYou put it in afterwards I suppose The likeness I indignantlyreplied The likeness My dear sir I am a painter of ideals Idont paint your wife as she is I paint her as she ought to be Yourwife Why you see her every dayshe cannot interest you But mypaintingah you never saw anything like my painting And thetradesman was convinced and went about repeating in every café onthe Cannebière Beltara _mon bon_ is the painter of idealshe does not paint

Produced by David Garcia Odessa Paige Turner and theOnline Distributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetThis file was produced from images generously madeavailable by The Kentuckiana Digital LibraryTranscribers NoteInconsistencies in the hyphenation and variations in spelling have beenretained as in the original WINGS OF THE WIND BY CREDO HARRIS _Author of_ TOBY SUNLIGHT PATCH WHERE THE SOULS OF MEN ARE CALLING ETC BOSTON SMALL MAYNARD COMPANY PUBLISHERS Copyright 1920 BY SMALL MAYNARD COMPANY INCORPORATED TO S THRUSTON BALLARD WITH WHOM THE AUTHOR HAS SHARED MANY A PLEASANT CAMPFIRE THIS BOOK IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED CONTENTS CHAPTER PAGE I TO ADVENTURE AND ROMANCE 9 II THE MYSTERIOUS MONSIEUR 16 III THE GIRL IN THE CAFÉ 29 IV NIRVANA 43 V TO THE VERY END 54 VI A VOICE FROM THE WATER 70 VII A BOMB AND A DISCOVERY 80 VIII THE CHASE BEGINS 94 IX A SHOT FROM THE DARK 104 X A SILENT ENEMY 117 XI A STRANGE FIND 129 XII THE HURRICANE 140 XIII ON TO DEATH RIVER 153 XIV SMILAX BRINGS NEWS 161 XV EFAW KOTEES DEN 174 XVI THE CAVE MAN SETS FORTH 190 XVII THE RESCUE 202 XVIII DOLORIA 212 XIX ENLIGHTENING A PRINCESS 228 XX SLEEPING BENEATH GODS TENT 238 XXI PLANTING A MEMORY 249 XXII I LOVE YOU 266 XXIII THE ATTACK 275 XXIV GERMAN CRUELTY 289 XXV A FLYING THRONE 304 XXVI A TREASURE BOX 319 XXVII THE FINAL HOCUSPOCUS 330WINGS OF THE WINDCHAPTER ITO ADVENTURE AND ROMANCEAt last out of khaki and dressed in conventional evening clothes Ifelt as if I were indeed writing the first words of another story on theunmarred page of the incoming year As I entered the library my motherforgetting that it was I who owed her deference came forward withoutstretched arms and a sound in her voice like that of doves at nestingtime Dads welcome was heartier even though his eyes were dimmed withhappy tears And old Bilkins our solemn irreproachable butler grinnedbenignly as he stood waiting to announce dinner What a wealth ofaffection I had to be grateful forI did not lack gratitude but with the old year touching the heels ofthe new and Time commanding me to get in step my return to civil lifeheld few inducements Instead of a superabundance of cheer I hadbrought from France jumpy nerves and a body lean with overtrainingnatural results of physical exhaustion coupled with the mentalreaction that must inevitably follow a year and a half of highlyimaginative livingBut there was another aspect less tangible perhaps more permanentandall members of combat divisions will understand exactly what I meanWhen America picked up the gauntlet an active conscience jerked me froma tuneful life and drove me out to warfor whether men are driven byconscience or a government draft board makes no difference in theeffect upon those who come through Time after time for eighteenmonths I made my regular trips

Produced by Emanuela Piasentini and the Online DistributedProofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnetDAL PRIMO PIANO ALLA SOFFITTADEL MEDESIMO AUTORE Alla finestra L 3 Nella lotta 3 La Contessina 3 Sorrisi e lagrime 3 50 DAL PRIMO PIANO ALLA SOFFITTA ROMANZO DI ENRICO CASTELNUOVO _Seconda Edizione_ MILANO FRATELLI TREVES EDITORI 1883 PROPRIETÀ LETTERARIA Tip Fratelli TrevesDAL PRIMO PIANO ALLA SOFFITTAIQualunque spettacolo ci fosse sul Canal Grande sera sicuri di vederfolla in palazzo Bollati Figuriamoci poi quanta gente saspettassequella domenica 7 ottobre 1838 in cui ci doveva essere la regata inonore di S M Ferdinando I venuto insieme con laugusta consorte abeatificare di sua presenza la fedele città di VeneziaGià fin dalla mattina si vedeva una gran confusione unagrandaffaccendarsi dei servi a lavare i pavimenti a spolverare imobili a fregar le maniglie degli usci a mettere i damaschi fuoridelle finestre Il contino Leonardo ragazzo di circa quindici anni eragiù alla _riva_ in mezzo ai tappezzieri che stavano compiendo laddobbodella _bissona_ l_Uscocca_ allestita per cura e a spese della famigliaBollati e nella quale egli stesso il contino sarebbe entrato piùtardi E alla riva cera anche Tita uno dei barcaiuoli di casa col suogondolino che doveva prender parte alla gara e che portava il numero 6Naturalmente Tita aveva la testa piena del grande avvenimento ediscuteva col padroncino circa al merito dei varii competitori cheranosu per giù quelli dellultima regata Cera però questa volta un giovinemuranese un tal Nane Sandretti detto Bisatto di cui nessuno avevasentito parlare fino a poche settimane addietro e del quale sipronosticavano miracoli Sarà benissimo Forza ne aveva sicuramentema la forza non basta Tita voleva mostrarsi imparziale nondimeno eglidoveva dire la sua opinione ed era questa che i Muranesi avessero astare a Murano e a farsi le loro regate per sè In quanto a lui ilBisatto non gli faceva paura e con laiuto della Madonna sperava diguadagnarsi anche questanno la sua brava bandiera rossa Non si lagnavadel compagno che gli avevano dato uno fra i pochi _Castelani_ chesapessero tenere il remo1 Tita aggiungeva poi alcune savieconsiderazioni sul tempo che non era perfettamente sereno ma chesecondo lui si sarebbe mantenuto abbastanza buono fino a notte sulriflusso che sarebbe cominciato fra le cinque e le cinque e mezzo e sualtri argomenti di non minore importanza Anche il conte Zaccaria padredi Leonardo sera alzato di buon mattino e girava su e giù per lestanze in compagnia dellagente generale _sior_ Bortolo descrivendoglilaccoglienze ricevute il dì prima da Sua Maestà la quale seramostrata informatissima della grandezza dei Bollati e gli aveva dettosubitoAh Bollati nome storico conoscoE il conte Zaccariaosservava che quando si ha un nome storico si ha lobbligo di curarnelo splendore senza badar troppo al dispendio e che già ci son certespese le quali possono considerarsi più chaltro una buona investita dicapitali e chegli non era pentito sicuramente daver fatto ristaurareil palazzo e addobbare l_Uscocca_ percheran tutte cose le qualitornavano a lustro della famiglia Parole doro a cui _sior_ Bortolouomo furbo e discreto si guardava bene dal contraddireSe il conte Zaccaria era disposto quella mattina a veder tutto colorrosa la nobildonna Chiaretta sua illustre consorte pessimista perindole sera svegliata dumor più nero del consueto Essa diceva chiaroalla cameriera che non vedeva lora che questa baldoria finisse echera una vita da cani e che se durava ancora un mese così ciavrebbe rimesso la pelle Meno male se lamor proprio fosse statosoddisfatto Ma ci voleva quel grullo di suo marito per contentarseneOrmai tutti potevano avvicinare i Sovrani tutti potevano andare aCorte ed ella aveva avuto lumiliazione di trovarvi certe donnette chenon avrebbe ricevuto in casa sua certe contesse di princisbecco che nonsi sapeva di dove venissero Al gran ballo poi sarebbe stato unoscandalo addirittura Eran stati messi in giro duemila inviti e seradovuto discendere fino ai nobili dellOrdine dei _segretarii_ fino aicavalieri della Corona di ferro di terza classe fino ai mercantiarricchiti e alle loro femmine Che più Si diceva ma questo lacontessa Chiaretta non voleva crederlo che ci sarebbe stata anche lamoglie dun banchiere ebreo In verità eran cose che a pensarcifacevano salire i rossori al viso e quando Sua Eccellenza Chiaretta cipensava le veniva quasi quasi la voglia di affigliarsi alla setta della_Giovine Italia_ Intanto oggi cera la seccatura di vedersi il palazzopieno di gente forestieri in gran parte per merito soprattutto del suosignor genero e della sua signora figliuola che quanderano a Veneziale _intedescavano_ la casaLa contessina Maddalena Bollati figlia primogenita delle loroEccellenze Zaccaria e Chiaretta sera sposata due anni addietro uscitaappena dalle Salesiane col signor marchese Ernesto GeisenburgRudingenvon Rudingen ufficiale degli ussari possessore di molte terre ecastella in Moravia Matrimonio levato a cielo dagli uni aspramentecensurato dagli altri tanta è la varietà degli umani giudizii Per noidue cose sole son certe _primo_ che il nome del marchese ErnestoGeisenburgRudingen von Rudingen figurava nellalmanacco di Gotha evia ci pare che bisogni discorrer con qualche riguardo duna personachè registrata nellalmanacco di Gotha _secondo_ che il detto signormarchese possedeva quella prosopopea che si conviene ai grandipersonaggi La boria dei Bollati non era nemmeno paragonabile a quelladel loro signor genero Laristocrazia veneziana si sa visse sempre indimestichezza col popolo e il suo orgoglio di casta prese tuttal più laforma duna famigliarità impertinente Ma laristocrazia tedesca nonammette scherzi e vuol far capire ai semplici mortali chè già una suagran degnazione sella permette agli altri di tirare il fiato alla suapresenza Siccome poi

Produced by Sankar Viswanathan Greg Weeks and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Transcribers Note This etext was produced from Analog Science Fact Fiction March 1963 Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the US copyright on this publication was renewed ALL DAY WEDNESDAY Practically everybody would agree that this is Utopia by RICHARD OLIN ILLUSTRATED BY GEORGE SCHELLING Ernie turned the dial on his television The station he had selectedbrightened and the face of the set turned from dark to blue Erniesipped his can of beer He was alone in the room and it was nightThe picture steadied and Jory looked out of the set at him Jorysface was tired He looked badHello Ernie Jory saidErnie turned the dial to the next stationHello Ernie the face of Jory saidAt the next spot on the dial Hello Ernie The next HelloErnieThere were five stations that Ernies set was able to receive Whenthe fifth station said Hello Ernie and Jorys tired face lookedout at him Ernie shrugged took another sip from his can of beer andsat down to watch the setThat happened Wednesday night Wednesday morning began like thisErnie woke feeling bored It seemed he was always bored these days Anempty can of beer and a crumpled pack of cigarettes rested on top ofthe dead television All he did nights was watch TVErnie sighed and thanked God that today was Wednesday Tonight whenhe came home from work he would be over the hump only two daysleft and then the week end Ernie didnt know for sure what he would_do_ on his week endgo bowling maybebut whatever he did it wassure to be better than staying home every nightOh he supposed he _could_ go out just once in a while during thework week Some of the guys at the plant did But then the guys thatdid go out week nights werent as sharp at their jobs as Ernie wasSometimes they showed up late and pulled other stuff like that Youcouldnt do things like that too often Ernie thought virtuously Notif it was a good job a job that you wanted to keep You had to besharpErnie smiled _He_ was sharp A growing feeling of virtue began toreplace his boredomErnie glanced at his watch and went sprawling out of his bed He waslate He didnt even have time for breakfastHis last thought as he slammed out of his apartment was an angryregret that he had not had time to pack a lunch He would have to eatin the plant cafeteria again Cafeteria lunches cost money Moneyconcerned Ernie It always did But right now he was going to needmoney for the week end payday was another week away Ernie punched in twelve minutes lateHis foreman was waiting beside the time clock He was a big man andwhat was left of his red hair matched in color the skin of his neckAnd the color of his face when he grew angryHis name was Rogers He smiled now as Ernie nervously pushed his timecard into the clock His voice was warm and jovial as he spokeWell _good morning_ Mr Stump And did we have a nice latecozy little sleepin this morningErnie smiled uncertainly Im sorry Rogers I know Im late but thetime just sort of got away from meRogers laughed lightly Think nothing _of_ it Mr Stump Thesethings happen after allUh yeah Well like I said Im sorry andRogers went on unheeding Of course complications can develop whenyour number three wristpin man decides that he just isnt feelingsharp this morning and he needs a little extra sleep to put him rightIf youre the foreman for SubAssembly Line 3A for example MrStump one wonders if the rush order that must be filled by thismorning is going to be finished any time before next Christmas Onewonders where the wristpin man is Mr Stump Does he intend to comein at all or will he just snooze his little head off all day Onewonders what to say to the plant manager Mr Stump How do you tellhim that twenty men are standing idle on SubAssembly Line 3Abecause through a laughable oversight there is no one to put in awristpin How do you explain it so he will _understand_ Mr StumpRogers stopped and caught his breath His face began growing red Hesaid slowly You _dont_ Mr Stump You dont explain it so he willunderstand I just triedErnie swallowed Hurriedly he said Look Im sorry Ill get rightin thereRogers smiled That would be nice Mr Stump I imagine there arequite a few SubAssembly 3As stacked up in there by now You justtrot in there and get them cleaned upErnie nodded doubtfully You aint madRogers smile grew broader Mad Mr Stump Why being chewed out bythe manager is a trifle Its something a foreman must expect Ithappens to some of them

Produced by Al HainesEL INTERNET Y LOS IDIOMASalrededor del año 2000MARIE LEBERTNEF Universidad de Toronto 2009Copyright 2009 Marie Lebert Todos derechos reservadosÍNDICE Introducción Naciones de los idiomas en línea Hacia una web multilingüe El inglés todavía preponderante Codificación del ASCII al Unicode Primeros proyectos multilingües Diccionarios de traducción en línea Aprender los idiomas en la web Los idiomas minoritarios Localización e internacionalización Traducción asistida por computador Traducción automática Cronología Sitios webINTRODUCCIÓNSe dice a menudo que el internet elimina la barrera del tiempo delas distancias y de las fronteras pero qué hacer con la barrera delos idiomasEn 2000 la web es multilingüe y la mitad de los usuarios delinternet no es de habla inglesa pero la barrera del idioma estálejos de haber desaparecido Si bien todos los idiomas estánpresentes en la web olvidamos a veces que muchos usuarios sonmonolingües o bilingües y que incluso los políglotos no puedenconocer todos los idiomas También es importante tener en cuenta cadalengua y no sólo las lenguas dominantes Quedan por construirpuentes entre comunidades lingüísticas para favorecer el flujo detextos en otros idiomas contando entre otras cosas con programas detraducción de mejor calidad Naciones de los idiomasComo el internet no tiene fronteras nacionales los usuarios seorganizan según otros criterios propios de este medio decomunicación En términos de plurilingüismo existen comunidadesvirtuales por ejemplo lo que suelo llamar las Naciones de losidiomas es decir todos los usuarios que comparten la misma lenguamaterna cualquiera que sea su entorno geográfico Así pues lanación de habla hispana no abarca sólo a los usuarios de España y deLatinoamérica sino también a todos los hispanohablantes que viven enlos Estados Unidos y en otros lugares en Marruecos por ejemploRandy Hobler consultor en marketing internet de productos yservicios de traducción septiembre de 1998 La democracia lingüísticaEn un informe de la UNESCO a principios de los años 1950 laeducación en lengua materna era considerada como un derechofundamental para todos los niños en el mundo En la Era de laInformación esto equivaldría a la oportunidad para ellos de navegaren la web en su lengua materna Si el internet quiere convertirserealmente en la Red Global que se promueve todos los usuariosdeberían tener acceso a él sin el problema del idioma Considerar elinternet como exclusivo de la gente que por accidente históriconecesidad práctica o privilegio político habla inglés resultainjusto para la gente que no habla este idioma Brian Kingdirector del Worldwide Language Institute septiembre de 1998 Un medio de comunicación para el mundoEs muy importante poder comunicar a través del internet endiferentes lenguas es más bien obligatorio Ya que la información latenemos a nivel mundial por qué no podríamos tenerla en el idiomaque hablamos o que deseamos Acaso no es contradictorio MariaVictoria Marinetti profesora de español en empresas y traductoraagosto de 1999 Buenos softwaresCuando la calidad de los softwares sea suficiente para que la genteconverse por escrito y verbalmente en la web en varios idiomas y entiempo real veremos un nuevo mundo abrirse ante nosotrosCientíficos políticos empresarios y muchos otros grupos podráncomunicar directamente entre ellos sin la intervención de mediadoreso traductores Tim McKenna escritor y filósofo octubre de 2000 En todos los idiomasLa investigación sobre la traducción automática debería permitir unatraducción automática a los idiomas deseados pero ofreciendoaplicaciones para cada lengua y no sólo para las lenguas dominantespor ejemplo la difusión de documentos en japonés si el emisor es delengua japonesa y la lectura en bretón si el receptor es de lenguabretona Así pues queda mucho por hacer en el campo de la traducciónautomática y escrita de todas las lenguas PierreNoël Favennecexperto en la dirección científica de France Télécom RD febrero de2001

Produced by Chris Curnow Claudine Corbasson Joseph Cooperand the Online Distributed Proofreading Team athttpwwwpgdpnet Transcribers Note Italic text is rendered with underscores _like this_ and bold with equal signs like thisMUSHROOMS OF AMERICA EDIBLE AND POISONOUSEDITED BY JULIUS A PALMER JRPUBLISHED BY L PRANG CO BOSTONCOPYRIGHT 1885 BY L PRANG COGENERAL DIRECTIONSThese charts are prepared for popular use rather than for students ofbotanical science all technical terms are therefore as far aspossible avoidedThe names mushroom and toadstool are indefinite are both appliedwith equal reason to any fleshy fungus and are here used as synonymeslike the corresponding term plant and vegetable or shrub andbush in common conversationNo general test can be given by which a poisonous mushroom may bedistinguished from an edible mushroom But each species of fungus hascertain marks of identity either in appearance quality or conditionof growth which are its own and never radically varied none cancontain a _venomous_ element at one time and yet be harmless underother conditions Like other food animal or vegetable howevermushrooms may by decay or conditions of growth be unfit for tableuse yet in this state no _fatality_ would attend such useTherefore the identification of species is a safe guide and is theonly means of knowing what mushrooms should be eaten and whatvarieties of fungus should be rejected Having once learned todistinguish any species of mushrooms as esculent perfect security maybe felt in the use of that species wherever and whenever found butany specimen varying from the type in the slightest degree should berejected by an amateurThere are about one thousand varieties of mushrooms exclusive of smallor microscopic fungi native to the United States many will thereforebe found which are not represented on either of these plates Thosehere depicted are of three classes namely the Lycoperdaceæ orPuffball fungi the Agaricini or Gillbearing fungi and the Boletiwhich last is one division of the Polyporei or Porebearing fungiThe following definitions are here given and will be foundnecessary_PILEUS_ The expanded disk or cap of the mushroom or toadstool_GILLS_ The thin plates set on their edges under the pileusrunning to a common centre at the stem_TUBES_ The spongy collection of pores which take the place ofgills under the pileus of a Boletus_VEIL_ A web or membrane which extends from the margin of thepileus to the stem when the mushroom is young and thus enclosesthe gills_RING_ A part of the veil adherent to the stem and forming acollar around it_VOLVA_ The sheath or wrapper enclosing the young mushroom whenbelow or just above the ground the remains of which are found inthe ring the veil at the base of the stem and in the warty orscurfy top of some varieties of mushrooms_SPORES_ The reproductive bodies analogous to seeds in some otherplants found under the caps of the Agaricini and Boleti and appearinglike fine dust when the cap is left for a time lying undersidedownward There are as many different flavors and tastes among esculent fungi asare found in any other varieties of diet and the very generalignorance of this fact is a sufficient reason for the issue of thiswork Many persons claim to know a mushroom from a toadstool Thismeans that there is one variety out of a thousand of which they eatwith safety and it means nothing more A person might as well selectone fish from the sea and avoid all other members of the finny tribeon the ground that there are poisonous fishes It is strange that thisgeneral ignorance is most apparent in the case of the Englishspeakingpeople The fungus eaters form a little clique in England but themajority of her people know nothing of this gratuitous offering fromNatures storehouse No country is richer in mushroom food thanAmerica Were the poorer classes of Russia Germany Italy or Franceto see our forests during the autumn rains they would feast on therich food there going to waste For this harvest is spontaneous itrequires no seedtime and asks for no peasants toil At the sametime the economic value of mushroom diet ranks second to meat aloneWith bread and mushrooms properly gathered and prepared a person mayneglect the butcher during the summer months This is selfevident tothe unscientific mind by the simple facts that mushrooms make the sameuse of the air we breathe as is made by animals that cooked theyresemble no form of vegetable food and that in decay their odor insome cases cannot be distinguished from that of putrid meat To thisfeast abundantly provided by Nature for the poorest as well as themost epicurean we invite the American peopleIn gathering mushrooms for food cut the stem off about an inch belowthe cap and place them in the basket or dish gills upward Nevertwist or pull them as the gills become thereby full of dirt which isnot easily removed By placing them gills downward they will shedtheir spores largely and thus lose flavorThe stem in cutting will often exhibit fine holes this indicates thatmaggots have entered the mushroom If the substance of the pileuscontinues firm and hard the mushroom may be cooked and eaten by thosenot overnice but if perforated and soft the consequent decompositionmight induce nausea and even serious sicknessMushrooms may be noxious as food in three ways1 They may disagree with the system by their toughnessindigestibility or use in a state of decay2 They may be slimy acrid or otherwise nauseous3 They may contain a subtle poison without taste smell or otherindication of its presenceMost noxious fungi appertain to the first or second class above givenand taste or commonsense would readily reject them unless they werecooked with other food or excessively spiced For this reason plaincooking is advised and further no amateur should venture to minglewith good varieties others to him unknownOf the third class there is one family many of whose members containa violent and deadly poison This is

Produced by Juliet Sutherland Mary Meehan and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet CLARKS FIELD BY ROBERT HERRICKBOSTON AND NEW YORKHOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANYThe Riverside Press Cambridge1914COPYRIGHT 1914 BY ROBERT HERRICKALL RIGHTS RESERVED_Published June 1914_CLARKS FIELDThe other day I happened to be in the town where I was born and not farfrom the commonplace house in the humbler quarter of the town where myparents were living at the time of my birth half a century and moreago I am not fond of my native town although I lived in the placeuntil I was seventeen or eighteen years old It was never adistinguished spot and seems to have gained nothing as yet from havingbeen my birthplace It has some reputation of its own however but thatis due to the enduring popularity of a certain cookstove that has longbeen manufactured there the Stearns and Frost Cooker known to manyhousewives of several generations In my youth the Stearns and Froststove works were reputed to be the largest in the world and most of theplain citizens of Alton were concerned in one way or another with themI do not happen to be interested in the manufacture or sale or I mayadd the use of the domestic cookstove As a boy I always thought thetown a dull ugly sort of place and although it has grown marvelouslythese last thirty years having been completely surrounded and absorbedby the neighboring city of B it did not seem to me that day when Irevisited it to have grown perceptibly in graceHaving a couple of spare hours before meeting a dinner engagement Idescended into a subway and was shot out in less than ten minutes fromthe heart of the city to the old Square of Altona journey that tookus formerly from half to three quarters of an hour and in cold or rainyweather of which there is a good deal in Alton seemed trulyinterminable From the Square which no longer had the noble amplitudeof my memory the direct way to Fuller Place lay up the South Roadabroad thoroughfare through the center of which there used to trickleoccasionally a tiny horsedrawn vehicle to and from the great city ofB South Road I found had changed its name to the more pompousdesignation of State Avenue and it was noisy and busy enough to accordwith my childish imagination of it but none too large for the mammothmovingvans in which the electric railroad now transported theinhabitants These shot by me in bewildering numbers I had chosen tomake the rest of my journey on foot trying leisurely to revive oldmemories and sensations For a few blocks I succeeded in picking outhere and there a familiar object but by the time I reached thecrossstreet where we used to descend from the streetcars and penetratethe lane that led to Fuller Place I was completely at sea The amplewooden houses fronting the South Road each surrounded by its green lawnwith appropriate shrubbery had all given way before the march of brickbusiness blocks Even the Reformed Methodist church on the corner ofLamb Street had been replaced by a stone structure that discreetlyconcealed its denominational quality from the passerby Beyond thechurch there had been a halfmile of unoccupied land fronting on theRoad but now the line of permanent improvements ran unbroken as faras the eye could see Into this maze of unfamiliar buildings I plungedand wandered at random for half an hour through blocks of brick storesoffice buildings factories tenementschiefly tenements it seemed tome Off in one corner of the district instead of high tenement buildingsthere was something almost worse rows of mean little twostory brickcottages that ranged upwards along a gentle slope that I tried to fancywas Swans Hilla dangerous descent where my older brothers and I wereonce allowed to coast on our doublerunner I will not weary thereader with further details of my wandering with its disappointment andshattered illusions which can in no way be of interest to any but theone in search of his past and of purely sentimental importance to himIt is of course a common form of egotism to chronicle such smallbeerof ones origin but it happens to have nothing to do with my purposeEnough to say that at last I discovered Fuller Placea mean littlerightangled street that led nowhere but from one end to the other Icould not find my old home Its site must now be occupied by one ofthose ugly fivestory apartment boxes that spring like weeds in oldtowns and cities As I lingered in front of the brick wall that I judgedmust very nearly cover the site of my birthplace I tried to understandthe sensation of utter unfamiliarity with which the whole place filledme The answer came to me in a flash as I turned away from FullerPlaceClarks Field no longer existed Its place was completely filledby the maze of brick and mortar in which for the better part of an hourI had lost myself There was nothing surprising that after a third of acentury a large vacant field should have been carved up into streetsalleys and lots and be covered with buildings to house the growingpopulation of a city It is one of the usual commonplaces in ourAmerican cities and towns But to me the total disappearance of ClarksField seemed momentous That large open tract near my old home had moresignificance at least in memory than the home itself It wasintricately interwoven with all the imaginative and more personal lifethat I had known as a boy One corner of the irregular open land knownas Clarks Field had abutted my fathers small property in Fuller Placeand I and my older brothers and our friends had taken advantage of thisfact

Produced by Sankar Viswanathan Greg Weeks and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Transcribers Note This etext was produced from Analog Science Fact Fiction May 1963 Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the US copyright on this publication was renewed THE DUELING MACHINE The trouble with great ideas is that someone is sure to expend enormous effort and ingenuity figuring out how to louse them up by BEN BOVA and MYRON R LEWIS ILLUSTRATED BY JOHN SCHOENHERR Illustration Dulaq rode the slide to the upper pedestrian level stepped off andwalked over to the railing The city stretched out all aroundhimbroad avenues thronged with busy people pedestrian walksvehicle thoroughfares aircars gliding between the gleaming toweringbuildingsAnd somewhere in this vast city was the man he must kill The man whowould kill him perhapsIt all seemed so real The noise of the streets the odors of theperfumed trees lining the walks even the warmth of the reddish sun onhis back as he scanned the scene before him_It is an illusion_ Dulaq reminded himself _a clever manmadehallucination A figment of my own imagination amplified by amachine_But it seemed so very realReal or not he had to find Odal before the sun set Find him and killhim Those were the terms of the duel He fingered the stubbycylinderical statwind in his tunic pocket That was the weapon he hadchosen his weapon his own invention And this was the environment hehad picked his city busy noisy crowded the metropolis Dulaq hadknown and loved since childhoodDulaq turned and glanced at the sun It was halfway down toward thehorizon he judged He had about three hours to find Odal When hedidkill or be killed_Of course no one is actually hurt That is the beauty of the machineIt allows one to settle a score to work out aggressive feelingswithout either mental or physical harm_Dulaq shrugged He was a roundish figure moonfaced slightly stoopedshoulders He had work to do Unpleasant work for a civilized man butthe future of the Acquataine Cluster and the entire alliance ofneighboring star systems could well depend on the outcome of thiselectronically synthesized dreamHe turned and walked down the elevated avenue marveling at the sharpsensation of hardness that met each footstep on the paving Childrendashed by and rushed up to a toyshop window Men of commerce strodealong purposefully but without missing a chance to eye the girlssauntering by_I must have a marvelous imagination_ Dulaq thought smiling tohimselfThen he thought of Odal the blond icy professional he was pittedagainst Odal was an expert at all the weapons a man of strength andcool precision an emotionless tool in the hands of a ruthlesspolitician But how expert could he be with a statwand when thefirst time he saw one was the moment before the duel began And howwell acquainted could he be with the metropolis when he had spentmost of his life in the military camps on the dreary planets of Keraksixty lightyears from AcquatainiaNo Odal would be lost and helpless in this situation He wouldattempt to hide among the throngs of people All Dulaq had to do wasto find himThe terms of the duel restricted both men to the pedestrian walks ofthe commercial quarter of the city Dulaq knew the area intimatelyand he began a methodical hunt through the crowds for the tallfairhaired blueeyed OdalAnd he saw him After only a few minutes of walking down the majorthoroughfare he spotted his opponent strolling calmly along acrosswalk at the level belowDulaq hurried down the next ramp worked his way through the crowdand saw the man again Tall and blond unmistakable Dulaq edged alongbehind him quietly easily No disturbance No pushing Plenty oftime They walked along the street for a quarter hour while thedistance between them slowly shrank from fifty feet to fiveFinally Dulaq was directly behind him within arms reach He graspedthe statwand and pulled it from his tunic With one quick motion hetouched it to the base of the mans skull and started to thumb thebutton that would release the killing bolt of energy The man turned suddenly It wasnt OdalDulaq jerked back in surprise It couldnt be He had seen his faceIt was Odaland yet this man was definitely a strangerHe stared at Dulaq as the duelist backed away a few steps then turnedand walked quickly from the place_A mistake_ Dulaq told himself _You were overanxious A good thingthis is an hallucination or else the autopolice would be taking youin by now_And yet he had been so certain that it was Odal A chill shudderedthrough him He looked up and there was his antagonist on thethoroughfare above at the precise spot where he himself had been afew minutes earlier Their eyes met and Odals lips parted in a coldsmileDulaq hurried up the ramp Odal was gone by the time he reached theupper level _He could not have gotten far_ Dulaq reasoned Slowlybut very surely Dulaqs hallucination turned into a nightmare Hespotted Odal in the crowd only to have him melt away He saw himagain lolling in a small park but when

Produced by Sankar Viswanathan Greg Weeks and the OnlineDistributed Proofreading Team at httpwwwpgdpnet Transcribers NoteThis etext was produced from Analog Science Fact Fiction September 1963Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the US copyright onthis publication was renewed THE THIRST QUENCHERS Earth has more water surface than land surfacebut that does not mean we have all the water we want to drink And right now America is already pressing the limits of fresh water supply BY RICK RAPHAEL ILLUSTRATED BY GEORGE SCHELLING You know the one thing I really like about working for DivAg TroyBraden muttered into his facemask pickupTen yards behind Troy and following in his ski tracks his partnerAlec Patterson paused to duck under a snowladen spruce bough beforeanswering It was snowing heavily a cold dry crystal snow piling upinch upon inch on the already deep snow pack of the Sawtooth Mountainrange In another ten minutes they would be above the timberline andthe full force of the storm would hit themTell me Mr Bones he asked as he poled easily in Troys trackswhat is the one thing you really like about working for the Divisionof AgricultureTroy tracked around a trough of bitterbrush that bent and foughtagainst the deep snow Its so dependable he said so reliable sounchanging In nearly two centuries the world has left behind thesteel age has advanced to nucleonics tissue regenerationautoservice bars and electronically driven yoyos Everyone in theworld except the United States Division of Agriculture The tried andtrue method is the rock up on which our integrity standseven thoughit was tried more than a hundred years agoHe dropped out of sight over a small hummock and whipped down the sideof a slight depression in the slope his skis whispering over the drysnow and sending up a churning crest of white from their tipsAlec chuckled and poled after him into the basin The two young juniorhydrologists worked their way up the opposite slope and then againtook the long slow traverseandturn traverseandturn path throughthe thinning trees and out into the open winddriven snow field abovethemJust below the ridgeline a shelf of packed snow jutted out for adozen yards flat and shielded from the wind by a brief rock faceTroy halted in the small island in the storm and waited for Alec toreach himHe fumbled with mittened fist at the cover of the directionalradiation compass strapped to his left wrist The outer dial rotatedas soon as the cover lock was released and came to a stop pointing tomagnetic north The detector needle quartered across the northeastquadrant of the dial like a hunting dog and then came to rest atnineteen degrees just slightly to the left of the direction of theirtracks An inner dial needle quivered between the yellow and red faceof the intensity meterWe should be within a couple of hundred yards of the marker nowTroy announced as his short chunky partner checked alongside Alecnodded and peered through the curtain of skydarkened snow just beyondthe rock face He could see powder spume whipping off the ridge cresttwenty feet above them but the contour of the sloping ridge wasquickly lost in the falling snowIllustrationThe hydrologists leaned on their ski poles and rested for a fewminutes before tackling the final cold leg of their climb Eachcarried a light coldresistance plastic ruckpac slung over theirchemicallyheated lightweight ski suitsA mile and a half below in the dense timber their two Sno cars wereparked in the shelter of a flattened and fallen spruce and they hadthrown up a quick leanto of broken boughs to give the vehicles evenmore protection from the storm From there to the top Troy was rightin his analysis of DivAg When God made mountain slopes too steep andtimber too thick it was a man and not a machine that had to do thejob on skis just as snow surveyors had done a century before when theold Soil Conservation Service pioneered the new science of snowhydrologyThe science had come a long way in the century from the days whenteams of surveyors poked a hollow calibrated aluminum tube into thesnow pack and then read depth and weighed both tube and contents todetermine moisture factorsThose oldtimers fought blizzards and avalanches from November throughMarch in the bleak towering peaks of the Northwest to the weatheredcrags of the Appalachians measuring thousands of predesignated snowcourses the last week of each winter month Upon those readings hadbeen based the crude widemargin streamflow forecasts for the comingyearNow a score of refined instruments did the same job automatically athundreds of thousands of almostinaccessible locations throughout thenorthern hemisphere Or at least almost automatically Twenty feetabove the two DivAg hydrologists and less than a hundred yards easton the very crest of an unnamed peak in the wilderness of IdahosSawtooth Mountains radiation snow gauge P1190287 had quit sendingdata three days agoThe snowprofile flight over the area showed a gap in the graphedline that flowed over the topographical map of the Sawtooths as thesurvey plane flew its daily scan The hydrotech monitoring the graphreported the lapse to regional headquarters at Spokane and minuteslater a communications operator punched up the alternate transmitterfor P1190287 Nothing happened although the board showed the gaugescobalt60 beta and gamma still hot Something had

Produced by Al HainesTranscribers note in the Latin1 version of this etext Greekcharacters have been transliterated In the UTF8 version the actualcharacters have been used In the HTML version HTML entities havebeen usedFrontispiece THE GNÔSTIC CROSS Codex BrucianusTHE GNÔSIS OF THE LIGHT A Translation of the Untitled Apocalypse contained in the Codex Brucianus with Introduction and NotesBYRev F LAMPLUGH BA CantabLondonJohn M Watkins21 Cecil Court Charing Cross Road WC21918I have loved you and have longed to give you LifeBlessed is he who crucifieth the World and hath not suffered the Worldto crucify himBlessed is the man who knoweth these things who hath brought Heavendown upon Earth and hath taken Earth and hath lifted it up unto Heavenand hath so wrought that the Midst is a Nothing _The Book of the Gnoses of the Invisible God_CONTENTSIntroductionThe Gnôsis of the LightNotesINTRODUCTIONThis translation of the ancient Gnôstic work called by Schmidt the_Untitled Apocalypse_ is based chiefly on Amélineaus French versionof the superior MS of the Codex Brucianus now in the BodleianLibrary Oxford In making the rendering I have studied the contextcarefully and have not neglected the Greek words interspersed with theCoptic also I have availed myself of Mr Meads translation of certainimportant passages from Schmidts edition for purposes of comparisonAnything that I have added to bring out the meaning of the Gnôsticauthor now and again I have enclosed in brackets Such suggestionshave always arisen from the text I fancy my English version will befound to give a reasonably accurate idea of the contents of one of themost abstruse symbolical works in the world The notes that I haveadded are not intended to be final or exhaustive but to give thegeneral reader some guidance towards understanding the intenselyinteresting topics with which the powerful mind of the ancient mysticalwriter was preoccupied I have endeavoured to show myself asympathetic Hierophant or expounder of some of the mysteries notwithout study of the Gnôsis both of the Christianised and purelyHellenistic type for the key to the understanding of symbolism is onlygiven into the hands of sympathyThe Codex Brucianus was brought to England from Upper Egypt by thefamous traveller Bruce in 1769 and bequeathed by him to the care ofthe Bodleian Library Oxford It contains several Gnôstic workstranslated into the Upper Egyptian dialect from the Greek and probablyis as old as the sixth century AD The Greek originals were of coursemuch older that is to say the MSS to which the codex ultimately goesback were much older We are only concerned with one of them here thesocalled _Untitled Apocalypse_ which is markedly distinct from theothers in character and style Schmidt dates it well in the secondcentury AD and with this estimate I am inclined to agree It showsas I have endeavoured to make clear in the notes marked affinities insome respects to the _Gospel of Mary_ Codex Akhmim which we know tohave been in existence before 180 AD and its philosophical basis isthe Platonism of Alexandria If it is by one writer I think it may bedated from 160 or 170 AD200 AD and belongs to the period ofBasilides and ValentinusBefore venturing upon any discussion of the authorship and contents ofour document it would be as well to say a few words as to the meaningof that much misunderstood technical term Gnôsis in Hellenistic andearly Christian theology For a fuller exposition I would refer thereader to the admirable essay upon the subject by Mr G R S Mead inhis volume _Quests Old and New_ Gnôsis was not philosophy in thegenerally accepted sense of the term or even religiophilosophy Itwas immediate knowledge of Gods mysteries received from directintercourse with the Deitymysteries which must remain hidden from thenatural man a knowledge at the same time which exercises decidedreaction on our relationship to God and also on our nature ordisposition Reitzenstein It was the power or gift of receiving andunderstanding revelation which finally culminated in the directunveiled vision of God and the transformation of the whole man intospiritual being by contact with Him The ground of the idea of Gnôsisdoes not seem to be very different from that of the later MysticalTheology which originally meant the direct secret andincommunicable knowledge of God received in contemplation Dom JohnChapman The revelation sought for was not so much a dogmaticrevelation as a revelation of the processes of transmutation ofRebirth of Apotheosis or Deification Its aim was dynamic ratherthan static But while the followers of the Gnôsis both Christian andHellenistic would have agreed that the direct knowledge of God isincommunicable to others they undoubtedly seem to have held that therewere what may be described as intermediate or preparatory processes orenergisings which could be communicated 1 by initiation into a holycommunity 2 by a duly qualified master 3 under the veils ofsymbols and sacramentsThe Gnôstic movement began long before the Christian era what itsoriginal historical impulse was we do not know and only one aspect ofit and that from a strictly limited point of view has been treated byecclesiastical historians Recent investigations have challenged thetraditional outlook and the traditional conclusions and the traditionalfacts With some today and with many more tomorrow the burningquestion is or will benot how did a peculiarly silly and licentiousheresy rise within the Churchbut how did the Church rise out of thegreat Gnôstic movement and how did the dynamic ideas of the Gnôsisbecome crystallised into Dogmas I do not indicate a solution I donot express an opinion I call attention to a fact in the world ofscholarship that will not be without its decided reaction upon theplain man But the study of the ancient Gnôsis and indeed ofmysticism generally has left another suggestion that seems laden withlimitless possibilities Let us first go back to what