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STORY***
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[Illustration]
BY TRENCH AND TRAIL IN SONG AND STORY
by
ANGUS MACKAY (Oscar Dhu)
Author of
"Donald Morrison--The Canadian Outlaw"
"A Tale of the Pioneers"
"Poems of a Politician"
"Pioneer Sketches"
Etc., Etc.
Illustrated
Mackay Printing & Publishing Co.
Seattle and Vancouver
1918
Copyright 1918 by
Angus MacKay
INTRODUCTION.
A number of the songs in this collection have been heard by campfire and
trail from the camps of British Columbia to the lumber camps of Maine.
Several of the songs have been fired at the Huns "somewhere in France,"
no doubt with deadly effect. And also at the Turks on the long long hike
to Bagdad and beyond.
And it is not impossible that some of my countrymen are now warbling
snatches of my humble verse to the accompaniment of bagpipes on the
streets of the New Jerusalem! Many of the verses have appeared from time
to time in leading publications from Vancouver, B. C., to the New
England States and Eastern Canada; while others appear in print here for
the first time.
From all parts of the land I have received letters at various times
asking for extra copies of some particular song in my humble collection,
which I was not in a position to supply at the time.
I therefore decided to publish some of the songs for which a demand had
been expressed, and in so doing offer to the reading public in
extenuation of my offense the plea that in a manner this humble volume
is being published by request.
I offer no apology for my "dialect" songs as they have already received
the approval of music lovers whose judgment is beyond criticism.
For the errors which must inevitably creep into the work of a
non-college-bred lumberjack, I crave the indulgence of all highbrows who
may resent my inability to comb the classics for copy to please them.
All the merit I can claim is the ability to rhyme a limerick or sing a
"come-all-ye" in a manner perhaps not unpleasing to my friends.
The lumberjacks will understand me, I am sure, and will appreciate my
humble efforts to entertain them.
As for the genial highbrow, should he deem me an interloper in the realm
of letters and imagine that my wild, uncultured notes are destroying the
harmony of his supersensitive soul, I shall "lope" back to the tall
timber again and seek sympathy and appreciation among the lumberjacks of
the forest primeval, where, amid the wild surroundings and the crooning
of the trees, there is health for mind and body borne on every passing
breeze. Yes, there's something strangely healing in the magic of the
myrrh, in the odor of the cedar and the fragrance of the fir.
There the hardy lumberjack is the undisputed lord of the lowlands and
chief of the highlands, and at the present time no soldier in the
trenches or sailor on the rolling deep has a more arduous task to
perform or a more important duty to discharge than he.
Toil on, ye Titans of the tall timbers; steadfast soldiers of the saw,
and able allies of the axe. Carry on till the stately trees which
constitute the glory of the West are converted into ships and planes in
countless thousands, to win the great war for freedom and to make the
world safe for democracy--and lumberjacks!
THE AUTHOR.
ILLUSTRATIONS
Frontispiece
"Where the tall, majestic pine tree branches wave" 124
"Christmas in Quebec" 14
"Gagne's Cavalry" 52
"Sergeant-Major Larry" 76
"I am now one lumberjack" 110
"Another Findlay like your own" 141
_Illustrations by
Lieutenant William R. McKay
with 161st U.S.A. in France_
CONTENTS
DESTINY 11
There's a grand, grand view unfolding.
THE SONS OF OUR MOTHERS 12
In the Ramah's of our day.
CHRISTMAS IN QUEBEC 15
I got notice sometam lately.
THE CLEVELAND MESSAGE 22
It is such a fad at present.
THE SULTAN AT POTSDAM 27
Mohammed, Dammed gift of God,
JOHN LABONNE'S DREAM 41
All las' night I was me dreaming,
THE DERELICT 44
I will write a short sketch of a
free-hearted wretch.
GAGNE'S CAVALRY 49
Ma Rosie write to me somet'ing,
THE GRIPPE 54
To see us now deceivers.
TRUDEL'S TRAVELS 58
Said Joe, I mus' go w'ere de snow
she don' blow,
THE END OF THE TRAIL 71
I was summoned in the gloaming,
HOMESICK 75
I am tire' now for roam Rosemarie,
THE G
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THE SORCERESS.
THE SORCERESS.
A Novel.
BY
MRS. OLIPHANT,
AUTHOR OF
“THE CHRONICLES OF CARLINGFORD,”
“THE CUCKOO IN THE NEST,”
ETC., ETC.
_IN THREE VOLUMES._
VOL. I.
LONDON:
F. V. WHITE & Co.,
31, SOUTHAMPTON STREET, STRAND, W.C.
1893.
(_ALL RIGHTS RESERVED_)
PRINTED BY
TILLOTSON AND SON, BOLTON,
LONDON, NEW YORK, AND BERLIN.
THE SORCERESS.
CHAPTER I.
It was the most exciting event which had ever occurred in the family,
and everything was affected by it.
Imagine to yourselves such a young family, all in the very heyday of
life, parents and children alike. It is true that Mrs. Kingsward was
something of an invalid, but nobody believed that her illness was
anything very serious, only a reason why she should be taken abroad, to
one place after another, to the great enjoyment of the girls, who were
never so happy as when they were travelling and gaining, as they said,
experience of life. She was not yet forty, while Charlie was twenty-one
and Bee nineteen, so that virtually they were all of the same age, so to
speak, and enjoyed everything together--mamma by no means put aside into
the ranks of the dowagers, but going everywhere and doing everything
just like the rest, and as much admired as anyone.
To be sure she had not been able to walk about so much this time, and
had not danced once, except a single turn with Charlie, which brought on
a palpitation, so that she declared with a laugh that her dancing days
were over. Her dancing days over! Considering how fond she had always
been of dancing, the three young people laughed over this, and did not
take the least alarm. Mamma had always been the ringleader in
everything, even in the romps with the little ones at home. For you must
not think that these three were all of the family by any means.
Bee and Betty were the eldest of I can’t at this moment tell how many,
who were safe in the big nursery at Kingswarden under the charge (very
partial) of papa, and the strict and steady rule of nurse, who was a
personage of high authority in the house. Papa had but lately left “the
elder ones,” as he called them, including his pretty wife--and had gone
back to his work, which was that of an official at the Horse Guards, in
some military department of which I don’t even know the name, for I
doubt whether the Intelligence Department, which satisfies all the
necessities of description, had been invented in those days.
Colonel Kingsward was a distinguished officer, and the occasion of great
_éclat_ to the little group when he showed himself at their head,
drawing round him a sort of cloud of foreign officers wherever he went,
which Bee and Betty appreciated largely, and to which Mrs. Kingsward
herself did not object; for they all liked the clank of spurs, as was
natural, and the endless ranks of partners, attendants in the gardens,
and general escort and retinue thus provided. It was not, however, among
these officers, red, blue, green, and white--of all the colours in the
rainbow--that Bee had found her fate. For I need scarcely say it was a
proposal which had turned everything upside down and filled the little
party with excitement.
A proposal! The first in the family! Mamma’s head was as much turned by
it as Bee’s. She lay on the
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Text enclosed by underscores is in italics (_italics_).
Additional Transcriber’s Notes are at the end.
* * * * *
[Illustration: THE INVADED COUNTRY]
* * * * *
THE GERMAN TERROR IN BELGIUM
_An Historical Record_
BY
ARNOLD J. TOYNBEE
LATE FELLOW OF BALLIOL COLLEGE,
OXFORD
NEW YORK
GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
MCMXVII
* * * * *
COPYRIGHT, 1917,
BY GEORGE H. DORAN COMPANY
PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
PREFACE
The subject of this book is the treatment of the civil population in
the countries overrun by the German Armies during the first three
months of the European War. The form of it is a connected narrative,
based on the published documents[1] and reproducing them by direct
quotation or (for the sake of brevity) by reference.
With the documents now published on both sides it is at last
possible to present a clear narrative of what actually happened. The
co-ordination of this mass of evidence, which has gradually accumulated
since the first days of invasion, is the principal purpose for which
the book has been written. The evidence consists of first-hand
statements--some delivered on oath before a court, others taken down
from the witnesses without oath by competent
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PUNCH, OR THE LONDON CHARIVARI.
Volume 109, October 26, 1895.
_edited by Sir Francis Burnand_
WINTER COVENT GARDEN OPERATIC NOTES.
[Illustration]
SIR AUGUSTUS ANGLO-OPERATICUS has done well at Covent Garden, and will
probably go one better. To Miss ALICE ESTY, as _Elsa_, in _Lohengrin_,
we say "_Esty perpetua_." All are good: and the houses have been
apparently as good as the company. A season of German-French-Italian
Opera in English is a risky venture for a winter season; still, if
successful, and at popular prices, there is in it good promise for the
future. The conductors are Messrs. FELD, HENSCHEL, GLOVER, and Mr. C.
HEDMONDT, which sounds like an English rendering of _Tete Monte_. A
_Tete Monte_ can carry many a project through triumphantly where a
_Tete moins Monte_ would fail.
_Tuesday._--Excellent _Faust_. Mr. PHILIP BROZEL, first time in
English, decidedly good. Sir DRURIOLANUS thought the old opera "wanted
a fillip," and so gave us PHILIP BROZEL. KATE LEE a capital nurse, and
FANNY MOODY a delightful _Marguerite_. OLITZKA a pleasing _Siebel_,
and conductor GLOVER, as his name implies, keeping all hands
well employed, and ready to give fits to any hand that might be
"difficult." The remainder of the week "going strong."
In the interests of English opera, or rather of opera in English, we
wish DRURIOLANUS COVENT GARDENSIS OPERATICUS, with _Messieurs Tete
Monte et Cie._, every possible success.
* * * * *
THE AMNESIA BACILLUS.
IT was an alarming state of affairs. The first indications of the new
epidemic were noticed in the autumn of 1895. A lady who mislaid her
identity at Brighton, and failed to recover it for a whole week, had
the doubtful distinction of being the initial case. Her example was
very shortly after followed by a servant-girl who "lost her memory" at
Three Bridges Railway Station. Not being properly labelled, there was
naturally some delay before she was returned to her supperless and
sorrowing mistress. Then the plague spread.
Among the first to suffer were the numerous class of persons who
had been so unfortunate as to borrow money. The simple operation of
transferring a half-crown or a fiver seemed to carry contagion with
it. From the instant that the fatal coin was in the palm of the
innocent and unsuspecting borrower, all recollection of his previous
personality vanished. The unhappy victim had no resource but to start
life afresh as he best could, with new struggles to face, new
lenders thus to victimise him--and new capital (a paltry equivalent!)
wherewith to mourn his hopeless loss of memory. It was observed that
these sufferers were subject to recurrent attacks of the _amnesia
bacillus_. Some scientific alienists went so far as to maintain that
the complaint was no new one, but had been prevalent, in a more or
less virulent form, ever since the first leather coinage was invented.
The Woman with a Past was the next to succumb. She was not quite so
much _en evidence_ as in the two or three previous years; still, a
considerable number of her carried on a contented, if obscure and
occasionally chequered, existence. She only rarely imitated the
_Second Mrs. Tanqueray_ in putting a violent end to her career. Then
all at once she, too, caught the disease. All the romance fled out
of her life, all the deep insight into masculine character, all
the love-souvenirs, so interesting to herself--and to her female
acquaintances. (_They_ did not forget any of these entertaining
details, however.) But as far as she was concerned, her Past
completely vanished, and, poor thing, like the half-crown borrower,
she had to begin all over again. It was weary work, converting her
future into a Past, or series of Pasts, and if she frequently
failed in her task, we must put it down to the deadly and
character-destroying bacillus.
Then the New Women took it severely, and quite forgot themselves.
However, they have been so completely advertised and satirised of
late, that there is no necessity to describe the symptoms of this
class of patient any further. We might add, though, that in some
cases the _sequelae_ of the complaint aged the subject by ten or twenty
years.
It was distressing to note that even the respected occupants of the
Bench did not invariably escape; but they received the infection in
a mild form. They fairly well managed to retain their dignity and
personality, but they could _not_ remember the names of such common
objects as an "oof-bird," or the meaning of so familiar a term as
"going tommy-dodd." This was inconvenient, as it necessitated the
employment of cockney interpreters.
It was a case of "dunno 'oo they are" with a good many other
individuals and sections of the community.
One reverend gentleman had it badly, and turned litigant on the spot.
Quite oblivious of his sacerdotal functions and character, he
imagined that he would be a public benefactor if he went about
suing unoffending 'busses for obstructing a minute portion of their
window-lights with advertisements and notice-boards. This amused the
public at first, but after a while he was voted a nuisance and a bore.
Then the Salvationists caught the bacillus _en bloc_. One and all they
thought they were musicians, and, as such, entitled to make Sunday a
Day of Riot.
Amongst other unfortunate specimens of humanity were the shop-lifters,
who fancied they were shop-walkers; the burglars, who habitually
mistook their home address; the quarterly tenants, who, on the other
hand, forgot to remain at home at periodical intervals; and our old
friend 'ARRY, who forgot his manners and his h's.
The list of victims might be indefinitely extended. Once it was
thought that they were responsible for their actions; but now, thanks
to the progress of medical science, the _amnesia bacillus_ has
been identified. It only remains for a new PASTEUR to invent some
counteracting microbe
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THE DEMAGOGUE AND LADY PHAYRE
By William J. Locke
London: John Lane, The Bodley Head New York
Third Edition
1911
[Illustration: 0009]
THE DEMAGOGUE AND LADY PHAYRE
CHAPTER I--THE ETERNAL FEMININE
“If you are coming my way, Goddard, we may as well walk back
together,” said the Member, putting on his fur-lined coat.
Mr. Aloysius Gleam, member for Sunington, was a spare, precisely dressed
little man on the hither side of forty. He was somewhat bald, and
clean-shaven all to a tightly-screwed fair moustache. A gold-rimmed
eye
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HOME LIGHTS AND SHADOWS.
BY
T. S. ARTHUR,
AUTHOR OF "LIFE PICTURES," "OLD MAN'S BRIDE," AND "SPARING TO SPEND."
NEW YORK:
1853.
CONTENTS.
RIGHTS AND WRONGS
THE HUMBLED PHARISEE
ROMANCE AND REALITY
BOTH TO BLAME
IT'S NONE OF MY BUSINESS
THE MOTHER'S PROMISE
THE TWO HUSBANDS
VISITING AS NEIGHBORS
NOT AT HOME
THE FATAL ERROR
FOLLOWING THE FASHIONS
A DOLLAR ON THE CONSCIENCE
AUNT MARY'S SUGGESTION
HELPING THE POOR
COMMON PEOPLE
MAKING A SENSATION
SOMETHING FOR A COLD
THE PORTRAIT
VERY POOR
PREFACE.
HOME! How at the word, a crowd of pleasant thoughts awaken. What
sun-bright images are pictured to the imagination. Yet, there is no
home without its shadows as well as sunshine. Love makes the
home-lights and selfishness the shadows. Ah! how dark the shadow at
times--how faint and fleeting the sunshine. How often selfishness
towers up to a giant height, barring out from our dwellings every
golden ray. There are few of us, who do not, at times, darken with
our presence the homes that should grow bright at our coming. It is
sad to acknowledge this; yet, in the very acknowledgement is a
promise of better things, for, it is rarely that we confess, without
a resolution to overcome the evil that mars our own and others'
happiness. Need we say, that the book now presented to the reader is
designed to aid in the work of overcoming what is evil and selfish,
that home-lights may dispel home-shadows, and keep them forever from
our dwellings.
RIGHTS AND WRONGS.
IT is a little singular--yet certainly true--that people who are
very tenacious of their own rights, and prompt in maintaining them,
usually have rather vague notions touching the rights of others.
Like the too eager merchant, in securing their own, they are very
apt to get a little more than belongs to them.
Mrs. Barbara Uhler presented a notable instance of this. We cannot
exactly class her with the "strong-minded" women of the day. But she
had quite a leaning in that direction; and if not very strong-minded
herself, was so unfortunate as to number among her intimate friends
two or three ladies who had a fair title to the distinction.
Mrs. Barbara Uhler was a wife and a mother. She was also a woman;
and her consciousness of this last named fact was never indistinct,
nor ever unmingled with a belligerent appreciation of the rights
appertaining to her sex and position.
As for Mr. Herman Uhler, he was looked upon, abroad, as a mild,
reasonable, good sort of a man. At home, however, he was held in a
very different estimation. The "wife of his bosom" regarded him as
an exacting domestic tyrant; and, in opposing his will, she only
fell back, as she conceived, upon the first and most sacred law of
her nature. As to "obeying" him, she had scouted that idea from the
beginning. The words, "honor and obey," in the marriage service, she
had always declared, would have to be omitted when she stood at the
altar. But as she had, in her maidenhood, a very strong liking for
the handsome young Mr. Uhler, and, as she could not obtain so
material a change in the church ritual, as the one needed to meet
her case, she wisely made a virtue of necessity, and went to the
altar with her lover. The difficulty was reconciled to her own
conscience by a mental reservation.
It is worthy of remark that above all other of the obligations here
solemnly entered into, this one, _not_ to honor and obey her
husband, ever after remained prominent in the mind of Mrs. Barbara
Uhler. And it was no fruitless sentiment, as Mr. Herman Uhler could
feelingly testify.
From the beginning it was clearly apparent to Mrs. Uhler that her
husband expected too much from her; that he regarded her as a kind
of upper servant in his household, and that he considered himself as
having a right to complain if things were not orderly and
comfortable. At first, she met his looks or words of displeasure,
when his meals, for instance, were late, or so badly cooked as to be
unhealthy and unpalatable, with--
"I'm sorry, dear; but I can't help it."
"Are you sure you can't help it, Barbara?" Mr. Uhler
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BY THE DUKE OF SAINT-SIMON
VOLUME 4.
CHAPTER XXV
Canaples, brother of the Marechal de Crequi, wished to marry Mademoiselle
de Vivonne who was no longer young, but was distinguished by talent,
virtue and high birth; she had not a penny. The Cardinal de Coislin,
thinking Canaples too old to marry, told him so. Canaples said he wanted
to have children. "Children!" exclaimed the Cardinal. "But she is so
virtuous!" Everybody burst out laughing; and the more willingly, as the
Cardinal, very pure in his manners, was still more so in his language.
His saying was verified by the event: the marriage proved sterile.
The Duc de Coislin died about this time. I have related in its proper
place an adventure that happened to him and his brother, the Chevalier de
Coislin: now I will say something more of the Duke. He was a very little
man, of much humour and virtue, but of a politeness that was unendurable,
and that passed all bounds, though not incompatible with dignity. He had
been lieutenant-general in the army. Upon one occasion, after a battle
in which he had taken part, one of the Rhingraves who had been made
prisoner, fell to his lot. The Duc de Coislin wished to give up to the
other his bed, which consisted indeed of but a mattress. They
complimented each other so much, the one pressing, the other refusing,
that in the end they both slept upon the ground, leaving the mattress
between them. The Rhingrave in due time came to Paris and called on the
Duc de Coislin. When he was going, there was such a profusion of
compliments, and the Duke insisted so much on seeing him out, that the
Rhingrave, as a last resource, ran out of the room, and double locked the
door outside. M. de Coislin was not thus to be outdone. His apartments
were only a few feet above the ground. He opened the window accordingly,
leaped out into the court, and arrived thus at the entrance-door before
the Rhingrave, who thought the devil must have carried him there. The
Duc de Coislin, however, had managed to put his thumb out of joint by
this leap. He called in Felix, chief surgeon of the King, who soon put
the thumb to rights. Soon afterwards Felix made a call upon M. de
Coislin to see how he was, and found that the cure was perfect. As he
was about to leave, M. de Coislin must needs open the door for him.
Felix, with a shower of bows, tried hard to prevent this, and while they
were thus vying in politeness, each with a hand upon the door, the Duke
suddenly drew back; he had put his thumb out of joint again, and Felix
was obliged to attend to it on the spot! It may be imagined what
laughter this story caused the King, and everybody else, when it became
known.
There was no end to the outrageous civilities of M. de Coislin. On
returning from Fontainebleau one day, we, that is Madame de Saint-Simon
and myself, encountered M. de Coislin and his son, M. de Metz, on foot
upon the pavement of Ponthierry, where their coach had broken down. We
sent word, accordingly, that we should be glad to accommodate them in
ours. But message followed message on both sides; and at last I was
compelled to alight and to walk through the mud, begging them to mount
into my coach. M. de Coislin, yielding to my prayers, consented to this.
M. de Metz was furious with him for his compliments, and at last
prevailed on him. When M. de Coislin had accepted my offer and we had
nothing more to do than to gain the coach, he began to capitulate, and to
protest that he would not displace the two young ladies he saw seated in
the vehicle. I told him that the two young ladies were chambermaids, who
could well afford to wait until the other carriage was mended, and then
continue their journey in that. But he would not hear of this; and at
last all that M. de Metz and I could do was to compromise the matter, by
agreeing to take one of the chambermaids with us. When we arrived at the
coach, they both descended, in order to allow us to mount. During the
compliments that passed--and they were not short--I told the servant who
held the coach-door open, to close it as soon as I was inside, and to
order the coachman to drive on at once. This was done; but M. de Coislin
immediately began to cry aloud that he would jump out if we did not stop
for the young ladies; and he set himself to do so in such an odd manner,
that I had only time to catch hold of the belt of his breeches and hold
him back; but he still, with his head hanging out of the window,
exclaimed that he would leap out, and pulled against me. At this
absurdity I called to the coachman to
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HOMES AND CAREERS
IN CANADA
* * * * *
PUBLISHER’S NOTE
_After the sheets of this book were printed off, it was found that the
title chosen_, Making Good in Canada, _had been used for
another book that just secured priority of publication. It was necessary
to change the title, but the original title had to remain at the heads
of the pages._
[Illustration: PARLIAMENT BUILDINGS AT OTTAWA.]
HOMES AND CAREERS
IN CANADA
BY
H. JEFFS
_WITH SIXTEEN ILLUSTRATIONS_
LONDON
JAMES CLARKE & CO., 13 & 14 FLEET STREET
1914
THE AUTHOR’S THANKS
TO
THE HON. DR. W. J. ROCHE
DOMINION MINISTER OF THE INTERIOR
FOR KINDNESS SHOWN
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
FOREWORD vii
I. WHY PEOPLE GO TO CANADA 9
II. THE HOME OF A NATION 25
III. THE MAKING OF MODERN CANADA 31
IV. THE ROMANCE OF RAILWAY CONSTRUCTION 50
V. SETTLING ON THE LAND 70
VI. CANADIAN INDUSTRIAL DEVELOPMENT 104
VII. “REAL ESTATE” 146
VIII. THE HOMES OF CANADA 164
IX. LEAVING THE OLD COUNTRY 183
ILLUSTRATIONS
PAGE
PARLIAMENT BUILDINGS AT OTTAWA _Frontispiece_
THE “EMPRESS OF BRITAIN” WITH EMIGRANTS AT RIMOUSKI 18
SIX MONTHS OUT FROM HOME 24
QUEBEC FROM THE RIVER 34
COUNTRY SCENE IN OTTAWA 44
THE POWER PLOUGH IN SASKATCHEWAN 62
EVANGELINE’S WELL, ANNAPOLIS VALLEY, NOVA SCOTIA 70
STEAM PLOUGH IN ALBERTA 84
TORONTO, YONGE STREET 104
GALA DAY AT WINNIPEG 116
REGINA 126
CALGARY 137
PLOUGHING AND HARVESTING 164
STRATHCONA MONUMENT AT MONTREAL 171
A SASKATOON SCHOOL 182
EMIGRANTS LANDED AT QUEBEC 188
FOREWORD
This book is the fruits of a visit to Canada in which the author crossed
the country from Montreal to Vancouver, and returned from Halifax, Nova
Scotia. As a journalist and National President of the Brotherhood
Movement, which advises Brotherhood emigrants going out, and arranges
for their welcome by Canadian Brotherhood men, he found all doors open
to him. He had countless talks with men of all classes, native Canadians
and British settlers who had been in the country from two or three to
forty years. Ministers of the Dominion and Provincial Governments freely
answered his numerous questions as to the wisest course to be adopted by
various classes of emigrants, and Dominion and Provincial State
officials gave him all possible information in frank talk and by placing
at his disposal valuable State publications. Ministers of religion,
prominent business and professional men, journalists, “real estate” men,
hosts and hostesses in whose homes he was graciously received, heads of
Emigration Departments, leading officials of the great transcontinental
railways, all contributed to his accumulating stock of information; and,
needless to say, he lost no opportunity of seeing things for himself and
forming his own judgments. In his railway journeys, amounting to 10,000
miles, he fraternised with the commercial travellers on the trains, and
from them, and their discussions and comparison of notes among
themselves, he picked up a vast amount of invaluable information as to
the development, the trading methods, and the prospects of the country.
It has been a long business digesting and reducing the material to
order, but the author hopes that the book will prove helpful to those
seeking a career in a land of illimitable possibilities, and to the
increasing number of people at home who are tempted to invest money in
Canadian undertakings. He is specially concerned
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In
The
Time
That
Was
Dedicated
to
_Ah-Koo_
Done into English
by
J. Frederic Thorne
(_Kitchakahaech_)
Illustrated
by
Judson T. Sergeant
(_To-u-sucka_)
Seattle,
Washington,
U. S. A.
BEING THE FIRST
volume _of_ a series
of Legends _of_ the tribe
of Alaskan Indians
known as the Chilkats--_of_
the Klingats
_As told by Zachook the "Bear"
to Kitchakahaech the "Raven"_
[Illustration]
_In the Time That Was_
"And There Was Light."
Zachook of the Chilkats told me these tales of The Time That Was.
But before the telling, he of the Northland and I of the Southland
had travelled many a mile with dog-team, snowshoes, and canoe.
If the stories suffer in the telling, as suffer they must afar from
that wondrous Alaskan background of mountain and forest, glacier
and river, wrenched from the setting of campfires and trail, and
divorced from the soft gutturals and halting throat notes in which
they have been handed down from generation to generation of Chilkat
and Chilkoot, blame not Zachook, who told them to me, and forbear
to blame me who tell them to you as best I may in this stiff
English tongue. They were many months in the telling and many weary
miles have I had to carry them in my memory pack.
* * * * *
I had lost count of the hours, lost count of the days that at best
are marked by little change between darkness and dawn in the
Northland winter, until I knew not how long I had lain there in my
blanket of snow, waiting for the lingering feet of that dawdler,
Death, to put an end to my sufferings.
Some hours, or days, or years before I had been pushing along the
trail to the coast, thinking little where I placed my feet and much
of the eating that lay at Dalton Post House; and of other things
thousands of miles from this bleak waste, where men exist in the
hope of ultimate living, with kaleidoscope death by their side;
other things that had to do with women's faces, bills of fare from
which bacon and beans were rigidly excluded, and comforts of the
flesh that some day I again might enjoy.
Then, as if to mock me, teach me the folly of allowing even my
thoughts to wander from her cold face, the Northland meted swift
punishment. The packed snow of the trail beneath my feet gave way,
there was a sharp click of steel meeting steel, and a shooting pain
that ran from heel to head. For a moment I was sick and giddy from
the shock and sudden pain, then, loosening the pack from my
shoulders, fell to digging the snow with my mittened hands away
from what, even before I uncovered it, I knew to be a bear trap
that had bitten deep into my ankle and held it in vise clutch.
Roundly I cursed at the worse than fool who had set bear trap in
man trail, as I tore and tugged to free myself. As well might I
have tried to wrench apart the jaws of its intended victim.
Weakened at last by my efforts and the excruciating pain I lay back
upon the snow. A short rest, and again I pulled feebly at the steel
teeth, until my hands were bleeding and my brain swirling.
How long I struggled blindly, viciously, like a trapped beaver, I
do not know, though I have an indistinct memory of reaching for my
knife to emulate his sometime method of escape. But with the first
flakes of falling snow came a delicious, contentful langour,
deadening the pain, soothing the weariness of my muscles, calming
the tempest of my thoughts and fears, and lulling me gently to
sleep to the music of an old song crooned by the breeze among the
trees.
When I awoke it was with that queer feeling of foreign surroundings
we sometimes experience, and the snow, the forest, the pain in my
leg, my own being, were as strange as the crackling fire, the warm
blanket that wrapped me, and the Indian who bent over me smiling
into my half opened eyes.
So were our trails joined and made one; Zachook of the Northland,
and I of the Southland, by him later called Kitchakahaech, because
my tongue moved as moved our feet on the trail, unceasingly. And
because of this same love of speech in me, and the limp I bore for
memory of the bear trap, for these and possibly other reasons, and
that a man must have a family to bear his sins, of the Raven was I
christened by Zachook, the Bear, and to the family of the Raven was
I joined.
Orator among his people though he was, Zachook was no spendthrift
of speech. But surly he never was; his silence was a pleasant
silence, a companionable interchange of unspoken thoughts. Nor did
he need words as I needed them, his eyes, his hands, his wordless
lips could convey whole volumes of meaning, with lights and shades
beyond the power that prisons thought. Not often did he speak at
length, even to me, unless, as it came to be, he was moved by some
hap or mishap of camp or trail to tell of the doings of that arch
rascal, Yaeethl, the raven, God, Bird, and Scamp. And when, sitting
over the fire, or with steering paddle in hand, he did open the
gates that lead to the land of legend, he seemed but to listen and
repeat the words of Kahn, the fire spirit, who stands between the
Northland and death, or of Klingat-on-ootke, God of the Waters,
whose words seemed to glisten on the dripping paddle.
So it was upon an evening in the time when we had come to be as
sons of the same mother, when we shared pack and blanket and grub
alike, and were known, each to the other, for the men we were. We
had finished our supper of salmon baked in the coals, crisply fried
young grouse and the omnipresent sourdough bread, and with the
content that comes of well filled stomachs were seated with the
fire between us, Zachook studying the glowing embers, I with that
friend of solitude, my pipe, murmuring peacefully in response to my
puffing.
As usual, I had been talking, and my words had run upon the trail
of the raven, whose hoarse call floated up to us from the river.
Idly I had spoken, and disparagingly, until Zachook half smilingly,
half earnestly quoted:
"He who fires in the air without aim may hit a friend."
And as I relapsed into silence added: "It is time, Kitchakahaech,
that you heard of the head of your family, this same Yaeethl, the
raven. Then will you have other words for him, though, when you
have heard, it will be for you to speak them as a friend speaks or
as an enemy. Of both has Yaeethl many."
I accepted the rebuke in silence, for Zachook's trail was longer
then mine by many years, and he had seen and done things which were
yet as thoughts with me.
For the time of the smoking and refilling of my pipe Zachook was
silent, then with eyes gazing deep into the fire, began:
"Before there was a North or South, when Time was not,
Klingatona-Kla, the Earth Mother, was blind, and all the world
was dark. No man had seen the sun, moon, or stars, for they
were kept hidden by Yakootsekaya-ka, the Wise Man. Locked in a
great chest were they, in a chest that stood in the corner of
the lodge of the Wise Man, in Tskekowani, the place that
always was and ever will be. Carefully were they guarded, many
locks had the chest, curious, secret locks, beyond the fingers
of a thief. To outwit the cunning of Yaeethl were the locks
made. Yaeethl the God, Yaeethl the Raven, Yaeethl the Great
Thief, of whom the Wise Man was most afraid.
"The Earth Mother needed light that her eyes might be opened,
that she might bear children and escape the disgrace of her
barrenness. To Yaeethl the Clever, Yaeethl the Cunning, went
Klingatona-Kla, weeping, and of the Raven begged aid. And
Yaeethl took pity on her and promised that she should have
Kayah, the Light, to father her children.
"Many times had Yaeethl, because of his promise, tried to
steal the Worlds of Light, and as many times had he failed.
But with each attempt his desire grew, grew until it filled
his belly and his brain.
"Was he not Yaeethl, the Great White Raven, the Father of
Thieves? What if the Wise Man put new and heavier locks upon
the chest after each attempt? Were locks greater than the
cunning of the Raven?
"Now Yakootsekaya-ka, the Wise Man, and his wife had a
daughter. Of their marriage was she, a young girl, beautiful
and good. No man had ever seen her face. On no one, god or
man, had the eyes of the young girl ever rested, save only her
father and mother, the Wise Ones. Ye-see-et, a virgin, was
she.
"Yaeethl, of his wisdom knowing that the weakness of men is
the strength of children, that a babe may enter where a
warrior may not cast his shadow, bethought him of this virgin,
this daughter of Yakootsekaya-ka. As the thought and its
children made camp in his brain Yaeethl spread wide his
snow-white wings.
[Illustration]
"Thrice he circled high in air, then took flight towards
Tskekowani, the meeting place of Memory and Hope. Like Chunet,
the Arrow, he flew, straight, and as Heen, the River, swift.
Twice ten moons, and another, flew Yaeethl without rest of
wing before he drew near the cabin of the Wise Man. Away from
the lodge he alighted, by the edge of the spring were his
white wings folded, by the spring where the daughter of the
Wise Man would come for water.
"Then, with the power that was his, Yaeethl, the God, changed
the shape that was his, the shape of the raven; into a small
white pebble did he change, and lay in the water of the
spring, and in the water waited for the coming of the girl.
"Long waited Yaeethl, the Pebble, with the patience of wisdom
and great desire. And the girl came.
"Beautiful in her maidenhood, graceful in the dawning of her
womanhood, came the girl, the virgin, the daughter of
Yakootsekaya-ka, the Keeper of the Worlds of Light. Stooping,
she dipped her cup into the cool water. From the edge of the
spring rolled Yaeethl, into the cup he rolled, and lay quiet
in the shadow of her hand. Quiet he lay, but full of the Great
Desire.
"And the girl saw him not.
"To the lodge returned the maiden, bearing the cup, the water,
and the Pebble. Into the lodge entered the maiden. In the
lodge where lay the Sun, Moon, and Stars, was Yaeethl.
"From the cup the Wise Man drank, but Yaeethl moved not. From
the cup the Mother drank, and Yaeethl was motionless. When the
Daughter raised the cup to her lips, toward her lips rolled
Yaeethl. Softly he rolled, but the Mother, ever careful, heard
the sound of the pebble on the cup-side, and the keen eyes of
the Father saw the white pebble shine.
"'Do not drink, Daughter,' said the Wise Man, laying his hand
on the maiden's arm. 'Small things sometimes contain great
evils. A white pebble it may be, and only a white pebble.
Yaeethl it may be, Yaeethl the Raven, Yaeethl the Father of
Thieves.'
[Illustration]
"Then the Mother took the cup and out through the door cast
the water. Through the door cast the pebble. And when the door
of the lodge was closed behind him Yaeethl, the Disappointed,
once more took his own form, the shape of the raven, white of
wing and white of feather.
"Back to earth flew Yaeethl, angry, ashamed, but more than
ever filled with a great longing for the Worlds of Light that
lay locked in the chest of the Wise Man.
"Klingatona-Kla, Earth Mother, wept long and sore when
empty-handed returned Yaeethl, loud she wailed, making sure
she must remain forever dark and barren. But Yaeethl, the
Undaunted, comforted her with strong words, and renewed his
promise that the Light should be given her in marriage, and
her disgrace forgotten in many children, children should she
have as the shore has sand.
"Though he had flown as speeds Hoon, the North Wind, the going
and coming of Yaeethl had eaten three winters and two summers.
"Awhile he rested in the lap of Klingatona-Kla, for the winter
he rested, but with the coming of the spring, he spread again
his wings and took flight towards the lodge of the Wise Man,
towards the Great Desire. Mightily he flew, and swift, for
though the dead make the journey between the opening and the
closing of an eye, for the living it is a long trail.
"When again he alighted, wing weary, by the spring where the
daughter of Yakootsekaya-ka drew water, Yaeethl remembered the
shape and whiteness that had betrayed him, remembered the
traitor Pebble, and from the memory gathered wisdom.
"Close to his side folded he the wings of whiteness, beneath
his feathers tucked head and feet, and grew small. Small and
yet smaller he grew, as melts ice before the fire, and when
the shrinking was ended he had taken upon himself the form of
Thlay-oo, the sand grain. As Thlay-oo, the Little, he waited.
"As Thlay-oo, the Invisible, watched Yaeethl for the coming of
the maiden. Waited as does the bear for the coming of Takeete,
the After Winter. Watched as does the lynx for the young
caribou.
"And as before came the girl, cup in hand, innocent in her
maidenhood, wise in her womanhood, in both beautiful.
Gracefully she stooped and filled the cup with the water of
the spring. Into the cup floated Yaeethl in the shape of
Thlay-oo. In the spring water he sank and lay against the
bottom of the cup. Small was Yaeethl, but big with desire for
what was within the chest of the Wise Man.
"Then the lodge door opened and received the maiden and the
cup, received Yaeethl the Grain of Sand, Yaeethl the Raven.
"To Yakootsekaya-ka, her father, the girl gave the cup, and
the Wise Man drank of the water. Drank, but saw not Yaeethl,
the Invisible. To the wife, her mother, the maiden gave the
cup, and of the water the Mother drank. Drank, but heard not
Yaeethl, the Still. Then the maiden, Ye-see-et, the Virgin,
daughter of Yakootsekaya-ka, the Keeper of the Sun, Moon, and
Stars, lifted the cup to her lips.
"The Mother spoke not. The Father moved not. The Daughter
drank.
"Past the red of her lips, by the white of her teeth, down the
throat of the girl rolled the grain of sand. Rolled until it
lay close under her heart, and paused. Under the heart of the
maiden lay Yaeethl, waited Yaeethl, grew Yaeethl. Warmed by
the heart of the maiden Yaeethl grew.
"And time passed.
"Then the mother of the maiden, looking upon her daughter,
became troubled in her mind. Troubled was the mind of the
Mother, but silent her tongue.
"And time passed.
[Illustration]
"Again the Mother looked upon her daughter, and looking, spoke
to the Wise Man, her husband, of the thought that was hers.
Spoke she of the troubled thought concerning the maiden, their
daughter.
"When the Mother's thought was the thought of the Father his
heart was filled with anger at his daughter for the disgrace
she would bring upon his name. Angrily he questioned her, that
he might revenge himself upon the thief of her innocence. But
the girl looked into the eyes of her father and denied both
thief and theft. No man had she seen save him, her father. Of
the cause of The Thought that troubled them was she ignorant,
and as innocent as ignorant. And the truth shone from her eyes
as she spoke, straight was her tongue. Empty of shame was her
face.
"And the Mother, looking into the eyes of her daughter,
believed. And
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Scamp and I
A Story of City By-Ways
By L.T. Meade
Published by John F. Shaw and Co, 40 Paternoster Row, London EC.
This edition dated 1891.
Scamp and I, by L.T. Meade.
________________________________________________________________________
________________________________________________________________________
SCAMP AND I, BY L.T. MEADE.
CHAPTER ONE.
I'D CHOOSE TO BE A QUEEN.
The time was the height of the London season for 1875; the height of
that gay time when the parks, and streets, and shops are full, when
pleasure-promoters are busy keeping up a fresh supply of every form of
entertainment, when pleasure-seekers are flocking to the garden parties,
and strawberry parties, the operas, and theatres, and all other
amusements provided for them; when the world--the world at least of
Regent Street, and Piccadilly, of Eaton Square, and all Belgravia--looks
so rich and prosperous, so full of life and all that makes life
enjoyable.
It was that gay time when no one thinks of gloom, when ambitious men
dream of fame, and vain women of vanity, when the thoughtless think less
than any other time, and when money seems to be the one god that rules
in every breast.
This was the time in the merry month of May, when one afternoon, at the
hour when Regent Street is brightest and fullest, a little ragged urchin
of about ten pushed his way boldly through the crowd of carriages and
people surrounding Swan and Edgar's, and began staring eagerly and
fearlessly in at the windows.
He was the only ragged child, the only representative of poverty, within
sight, and he looked singularly out of place, quite a little shadow in
the midst
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[Illustration: Birds in Winter]
The
“LOOK ABOUT YOU”
Nature Study Books
BY
THOMAS W. HOARE
TEACHER OF NATURE STUDY
to the Falkirk School Board and Stirlingshire County Council
BOOK III.
[Illustration: Publisher’s Logo]
LONDON: T. C. & E. C. JACK
16 HENRIETTA STREET, W.C.
AND EDINBURGH
_Printed by M‘Farlane & Erskine, Edinburgh._
PREFACE.
This little book should be used as a simple guide to the practical study
of Nature rather than as a mere reader.
Every lesson herein set down has, during the author’s many years’
experience in teaching Nature Study, been taught by observation and
practice again and again; and each time with satisfactory result. The
materials required for most of the lessons—whether they be obtained from
the naturalist-dealer or from the nearest hedge, ditch, or pond—are
within everybody’s reach.
There is nothing that appeals to the heart of the ordinary child like
_living things_, be they animal or vegetable, and there is no branch of
education at the present day that bears, in the young mind, such
excellent fruit as the study of the simple, living things around us.
Your child is nothing if not curious. He wants to understand everything
that lives and moves and has its being in his bright little world.
Nature Study involves so many ingenious little deductions, that the
reasoning powers are almost constantly employed, and intelligence grows
proportionately. The child’s powers of observation are stimulated, and
his memory is cultivated in the way most pleasing to his inquiring
nature. By dissecting seeds, bulbs, buds, and flowers, his hand is
trained, and methods expeditious and exact are inculcated. By drawing
his specimens, no matter how roughly or rapidly, his eye is trained more
thoroughly than any amount of enforced copying of stiff, uninteresting
models of prisms, cones, etc., ever could train it.
The love of flowers and animals is one of the most commendable traits in
the disposition of the wondering child, and ought to be encouraged above
all others.
It is the author’s fondest and most sanguine hope that the working out
of the exercises, of which this booklet is mainly composed, may prove
much more of a joy than a task, and that the practical knowledge gained
thereby may tempt his little readers to study further the great book of
Nature, whose broad pages are ever open to us, and whose silent answers
to our manifold questions are never very difficult to read.
T. W. H.
CONTENTS
LESSON PAGE
I. Birds in Winter 7
II. Seed-Eaters and Insect-Eaters 12
III. Buds 16
IV. A Baby Plant 25
V. How a Plant Grows 30
VI. More about Seeds 36
VII. The Horse Pond in Spring 44
VIII. Uncle George’s Tank 49
IX. Tadpoles 54
X. Frogs, Toads, and Newts 61
XI. Underground Stems 66
XII. Caterpillars 76
XIII. The White Butterfly 82
XIV. The Toiling Caddis 88
Appendix 95
“LOOK ABOUT YOU.”
BOOK III.
I.—BIRDS IN WINTER.
“When we look out there, it makes us feel thankful that we have a nice
cosy room to play in and a warm fire to sit beside.”
It was Uncle George who spoke. His two nephews, Frank and Tom, stood at
the window watching the birds feeding outside, while Dolly, their little
sister,
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Object: Matrimony
[Illustration: "DID YOU EVER SUFFER FROM STUMMICK TROUBLE?"]
OBJECT:
MATRIMONY
by
MONTAGUE
GLASS
GARDEN CITY NEW YORK
DOUB
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Conservative and Unionist Women's
Franchise Association.
The Progress of the
Women's Suffrage Movement
by
Mrs. Henry Sidgwick
Presidential Address to the Cambridge Branch of
the C. & U. W. F. A. at the Annual Meeting on
May 23rd, 1913.
CAMBRIDGE
BOWES & BOWES
1913
+PRICE TWOPENCE NET.+
THE PROGRESS OF THE WOMEN'S SUFFRAGE MOVEMENT.
_An address to the Cambridge Branch of the Conservative and
Unionist Women's Suffrage Association at their Annual Meeting on
May 23, 1913. By Mrs. Henry Sidgwick._
It seems to me sometimes that we do not cheer ourselves as much as we
might by thinking of the immense strides our movement has made in the
last fifty years; so I propose to say a few words about it this
afternoon, although there is not of course anything very new to say. For
we need cheering because, notwithstanding the general progress of our
cause, we are just now suffering from a serious set-back due to the
action of the militant societies. They are clearly and visibly setting
people against us. And it appears that not only in this country are they
raising up enemies against us, but that _our_ militants are hindering
the movement in other countries.
Moreover, what is much worse than injury to the special cause which our
society exists to promote, the militants are injuring our country and
the cause of civilization and progress. The very existence and
usefulness of society depends on the maintenance of law and order. The
protection of the weak, the possibility of development in well being
generally, all that society stands for, depends on its members being law
abiding--on their respecting law and life and property. And here we have
women, while urging that their admission to a formal share in the
government of the country would be for its advantage, at the same time
teaching by the most powerful method they can use,--namely,
example--doctrines subversive of all social order; teaching that persons
who cannot get the majority to agree with their view of what is
advisable in the interest of the whole should injure and annoy the
community in every way they conveniently can--proceeding even to
incendiarism, and apparently threatening manslaughter.
It is heartbreaking that such things should be done in a good
cause--and it is especially hard for women to bear because it hurts
their pride in their own sex. They have to see not only their country
injured, and the cause of women's suffrage, in whose name these things
are done, retarded, but they have to see the reputation of their sex for
good sense and sober judgment draggled in the mud.
This is the most serious--indeed, I think the only serious set-back our
movement has had. It has on the whole been sufficiently wisely conducted
to secure almost uniformly steady progress from its small beginnings to
its present great proportions.
In all--or almost all--big social movements ultimate success depends on
the gradual conversion to benevolence of a large neutral majority. The
movement in its beginning--and this was eminently true of our
movement--is championed by a small body of pioneers. They make converts,
and when they begin to be taken seriously a body of active opponents is
probably stirred up, but so long as the active opposition is not too
strong it does little harm--it may even do good by helping to interest
people in the question. But for a long time the great mass of people
remain neutral. Either they have never heard of the movement, or they do
not think it serious and only laugh at it, or they think the question
unimportant and do not much mind which way it is decided, or they think
immediate decision is not called for, and that they may as well wait and
see. In fact, for one reason or another they do not think very much
about it, and are not actively interested on either side.
Of course if such people are led to declare themselves prematurely, the
natural caution and conservatism of human nature will usually make them
vote against change. It is largely for this reason that good judgment--a
sound political instinct as to what it is wise to press at any given
moment--is required in the leaders of a movement. And though it is no
doubt very important to draw active converts from the large neutral
class, it is still more important to prevent the enemy doing so. For it
is not necessary to convert the great majority into active supporters.
Success is finally achieved when a sufficient proportion of the
originally indifferent have arrived at a more or less benevolent
neutrality almost without knowing it--so that the old indifferents come
to believe that they always thought there was a great deal to be said
for the proposed change, and the young indifferents grow up with a
feeling that it has to
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- The position of some illustrations has been changed to improve
readability.
- Words surrounded by =equal signs= should be interpreted as being in
bold type.
- In general, geographical references, spelling, hyphenation, and
capitalization have been retained as in the original publication.
- Minor typographical errors have been corrected without
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been preserved. Obvious typographical errors have been corrected.
Italic text is denoted by _underscores_.
This book was printed in a 6-volume set and a 3-volume set. Although
this e-book was from the 6-volume set, the title page refers
to "Vol. III." The index references are to the 3-volume set.
FROM THE OHIO TO THE GULF.
VOL. III.
[Illustration: _Pack Train on the Skaguay Trail, Alaska_]
_EDITION ARTISTIQUE_
The World's Famous
Places and Peoples
AMERICA
BY
JOEL COOK
In Six Volumes
Volume VI.
MERRILL AND BAKER
New York London
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
VOLUME VI
PAGE
PACK TRAIN ON THE SKAGUAY TRAIL, ALASKA _Frontispiece_
TYLER-DAVIDSON FOUNTAIN, CINCINNATI, OHIO 332
BRIDGE CROSSING THE MISSISSIPPI AT ST. LOUIS 396
CLOISTER OF MISSION, SAN JUAN CAPISTRANO 442
GATEWAY, GARDEN OF THE GODS, COLORADO 466
SITKA, ALASKA, FROM THE SEA 500
XIX.
FROM THE OHIO TO THE GULF.
The Ohio River -- Economy -- The Harmonists -- Columbiana --
Wheeling -- Moundsville -- Marietta -- Parkersburg --
Blennerhassett's Island -- Point Pleasant -- Maysville --
Blue Grass -- Lexington -- Cincinnati -- Covington --
Newport -- Dayton -- North Bend -- Carrolton -- Frankfort --
Kentucky River -- Daniel Boone -- Louisville --
Jeffersonville -- Bowling Green -- Mammoth Cave -- Nashville
-- Battle of Nashville -- Evansville -- Cairo -- Cumberland
River -- Tennessee River -- Forts Henry and Donelson --
Battle of Shiloh -- Cumberland Mountains -- Cumberland Gap
-- Mount Mitchell -- Chattanooga -- Missionary Ridge --
Lookout Mountain -- Chickamauga Park -- The Chickamauga
Battles -- Rosecrans against Bragg -- Battle Above the
Clouds -- Grant Defeats Bragg -- Knoxville -- Parson
Brownlow -- Greenville -- Andrew Johnson -- Roan Mountain --
Land of the Sky -- Swannanoa River -- Buncombe -- Asheville
-- Biltmore -- Hickory-Nut Gap -- French Broad River -- Hot
Springs -- Spartansburg -- Cowpens -- King's Mountain --
Charlotte -- Mecklenburg -- Salisbury Prison -- Guilford
Court House -- Chapel Hill -- Durham -- Raleigh -- Columbia
-- Aiken -- Augusta -- Chattahoochee River -- Atlanta -- Its
Siege and Capture -- Sherman's March to the Sea -- Rome --
Anniston -- Talladega -- Birmingham -- Tuscaloosa -- Macon
-- Andersonville Prison -- Columbus -- West Point --
Tuskegee -- Alabama River -- Montgomery -- Cotton
Plantations -- Selma -- Meridian -- Jackson -- Tombigbee
River -- Mobile and Its Bay -- Admiral Farragut -- Capture
of Mobile Forts -- The Pine and the Orange.
THE OHIO RIVER.
The Ohio--the Indian "stream white with froth," the French _La Belle
Riviere_--is the greatest river draining the western <DW72>s of the
Alleghenies. Its basin embraces over two hundred thousand square
miles, and it flows for a thousand miles from Pittsburg to the
Mississippi at Cairo. In the upper reaches the Ohio is about twelve
hundred feet wide, broadening below to twenty-four hundred feet, its
depth varying fifty to sixty feet in the stages between low and high
water, and it goes along with smooth and placid current at one to
three miles an hour, having no fall excepting a rocky rapid of
twenty-six feet descent in two miles at Louisville. From Pittsburg it
flows northwest about twenty-six miles at the bottom of a deep canyon
it has carved down in the table land, so that steep and lofty hills
enclose it. Then the river turns west and finally south around the
long and narrow "Panhandle" protruding northward from the State of
West Virginia. It passes through a thriving agricultural region, with
many prosperous cities on its banks, almost everyone having a great
railway bridge carrying over the many lines seeking the west and
south. In its whole course it descends some four hundred feet; its
scenery is largely pastoral and gentle, without the grandeur given by
bold cliffs, although much of the shores are beautiful, and its banks
in various places disclose elevated terraces, indicating that it
formerly flowed at much higher levels, whilst its winding route gives
a constant succession of curves that add to the attractiveness.
Eighteen miles from Pittsburg is the town of Economy, where are the
fine farms and oil-wells of the quaint community of "Harmonists."
Georg Rapp, of Wurtumberg, believing he was divinely called to restore
the Christian religion to its original purity, established a colony
there on the model of the primitive church, with goods held in common,
which in 1803 he transplanted to Pennsylvania, settling in Butler
County. A few years later they removed to Indiana, but soon came back,
and founded their settlement of Economy in Beaver County in 1824.
Originally they numbered six hundred, and grew very rich
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Please see the Transcriber's Notes for how they are rendered in this
text version.
Italics are used freely, and have been rendered using _underscore_
characters. Bold text is indicated as '=bold='. A super-imposed bar
spanning several letters, which is a conventional mode of abbreviation,
is denoted with '==' (eg. 'a==a'). The [oe] ligature is rendered as 'oe'.
Superscripted letters are indicated with a carat '^' as in 'K^t'. Where
multiple characters are superscripted, { } are used, as in 'M^{rs.}'
The text includes Greek and several instances of Hebrew, both of which
are transliterated, and denoted with '+' delimiters as '+greek+' or
+hebrew+.
The apothecary's symbol for 'ounce', occuring once, is rendered as [-3],
which it resembles. The letter m, with a macron, is rendered as [=m].
Please consult the more detailed notes at the end of this text.
THE ENGLISH LIBRARY
THE WORKS OF
SIR THOMAS BROWNE
VOLUME III
THE WORKS OF
SIR THOMAS BROWNE
Edited by
CHARLES SAYLE
VOLUME III
EDINBURGH
JOHN GRANT
1907
PREFATORY NOTE
In concluding the present edition of Sir Thomas Browne's works,
attention may be drawn to the reprint of the
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THE ADVENTURES OF FERDINAND COUNT FATHOM
by Tobias Smollett
COMPLETE IN TWO PARTS
PART I.
With the Author's Preface, and an Introduction by G. H. Maynadier, Ph.D.
Department of English, Harvard University.
CONTENTS
INTRODUCTION
PREFATORY ADDRESS
CHAPTER
I Some sage Observations that naturally introduce our important
History
II A superficial View of our Hero's Infancy
III He is initiated in a Military Life, and has the good Fortune
to acquire a generous Patron
IV His Mother's Prowess and Death; together with some Instances
of his own Sagacity
V A brief Detail of his Education
VI He meditates Schemes of Importance
VII Engages in Partnership with a female Associate, in order to
put his Talents in Action
VIII Their first Attempt; with a Digression which some Readers
may think impertinent
IX The Confederates change their Battery, and achieve a remarkable
Adventure
X They proceed to levy Contributions with great Success, until
our Hero sets out with the young Count for Vienna, where he
enters into League with another Adventurer
XI Fathom makes various Efforts in the World of Gallantry
XII He effects a Lodgment in the House of a rich Jeweller
XIII He is exposed to a most perilous Incident in the Course of his
Intrigue with the Daughter
XIV He is reduced to a dreadful Dilemma, in consequence of an
Assignation with the Wife
XV But at length succeeds in his Attempt upon both
XVI His Success begets a blind Security, by which he is once
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THE TEACHER
ESSAYS AND ADDRESSES ON EDUCATION
BY GEORGE HERBERT PALMER AND ALICE FREEMAN PALMER
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY
The Riverside Press Cambridge
1908
COPYRIGHT, 1908, BY GEORGE HERBERT PALMER
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
_Published November 1908_
SECOND IMPRESSION
PREFACE
The papers of this volume fall into three groups, two of the three being
written by myself. From my writings on education I have selected only
those which may have some claim to permanent interest, and all but two
have been tested by previous publication. Those of the first group deal
with questions about which we teachers, eager about our immeasurable art
beyond most professional persons, never cease to wonder and debate: What
is teaching? How far may it influence character? Can it be practiced on
persons too busy or too poor to come to our class-rooms? To subjects of
what scope should it be applied? And how shall we content ourselves with
its necessary limitations? Under these diverse headings a kind of
philosophy of education is outlined. The last two papers, having been
given as lectures and stenographically reported, I have left in their
original colloquial form. A group of papers on Harvard follows, preceded
by an explanatory note, and the volume closes with a few papers by Mrs.
Palmer. She and I often talked of preparing together a book on
education. Now, alone, I gather up these fragments.
CONTENTS
PAGE
I. PROBLEMS OF SCHOOL AND COLLEGE
I. The Ideal Teacher 3
II. Ethical Instruction in the Schools 31
III. Moral Instruction in the Schools 49
IV. Self-Cultivation in English 72
V. Doubts About University Extension 105
VI. Specialization 123
VII. The Glory of the Imperfect 143
II. HARVARD PAPERS
VIII. The New Education 173
IX. Erroneous Limitations of the Elective System 200
X. Necessary Limitations of the Elective System 239
XI. College Expenses 272
XII. A Teacher of the Olden Time 283
III. PAPERS BY ALICE FREEMAN PALMER
XIII. Three Types of Women's Colleges 313
XIV. Women's Education in the Nineteenth Century 337
XV. Women's Education at the World's Fair 351
XVI. Why Go to College? 364
I
PROBLEMS OF SCHOOL AND COLLEGE
I
THE IDEAL TEACHER
In America, a land of idealism, the profession of teaching has become
one of the greatest of human employments. In 1903-04 half a million
teachers were in charge of sixteen million pupils. Stating the same
facts differently, we may say that a fifth of our entire population is
constantly at school; and that wherever one hundred and sixty men,
women, and children are gathered, a teacher is sure to be among them.
But figures fail to express the importance of the work. If each year an
equal number of persons should come in contact with as many lawyers, no
such social consequences would follow. The touch of the teacher, like
that of no other person, is formative. Our young people are for long
periods associated with those who are expected to fashion them into men
and women of an approved type. A charge so influential is committed to
nobody else in the community, not even to the ministers; for though
these have a more searching aim, they are directly occupied with it but
one day instead of six, but one hour instead of five. Accordingly, as
the tract of knowledge has widened, and the creative opportunities
involved in conducting a young person over it have correspondingly
become apparent, the profession of teaching has risen to a notable
height of dignity and attractiveness. It has moved from a subordinate to
a central place in social influence, and now undertakes much of the work
which formerly fell to the church. Each year divinity schools attract
fewer students, graduate and normal schools more. On school and college
instruction the community now bestows its choicest minds, its highest
hopes, and its largest sums. During the year 1903-04 the United States
spent for teaching not less than $350,000,000.
Such weighty work is ill adapted for amateurs. Those who take it up for
brief times and to make money usually find it unsatisfactory. Success is
rare, the hours are fixed and long, there is repetition and monotony,
and the teacher passes his days among inferiors. Nor are the pecuniary
gains considerable. There are few prizes, and neither in school nor in
college will a teacher's ordinary income carry him much above want.
College teaching is falling more and more into the hands of men of
independent means. The poor can hardly afford
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The King's Assegai, by Bertram Mitford.
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THE KING'S ASSEGAI, BY BERTRAM MITFORD.
PROLOGUE.
"You were astonished when I refused your piece of gold, _Nkose_. But
were you to offer me your waggon loaded up with just such shining gold
pieces, even that would not coax this broad spear out of my possession."
[Nkose: literally "chief"--a title of civility which the innate courtesy
of the Zulu moves him to bestow upon the stranger. In this connection
it corresponds to "sir."]
"I should be sorry to make the offer, Untuswa, for I fear that, whatever
its merit, I should be the owner of a weapon for which I had paid too
long a price."
But the old Zulu only shook his head, contemptuously, it seemed, and the
faint, satirical smile which turned down the corners of his mouth seemed
to say, "This poor fool! Does he know what he is talking about?"
"Let me look at it again, Untuswa," I said, reaching out for the weapon
for which a few minutes before I had ended by offering a golden
sovereign--having begun with a few worthless items of truck, such as
beads, pocket-knives, etc. It was a splendid assegai of the short--
handled, close-quarter type. The blade, double-edged, keen and shining,
was three fingers broad and at least twenty inches in length, and was
secured in its socket by raw-hide bindings, firm as iron, and most
neatly and tastefully plaited. The haft, expanding at the butt into a
truncated knob, was of a curious dark wood, something like ebony, almost
black, and highly polished.
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Italics are delimited with the ‘_’ character as _italic_.
Footnotes have been moved to follow the paragraphs in which they are
referenced.
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[Illustration:
_E. Burney._ _A Dawson Ph.fc._ _C. Turner_
_Frances Burney._
]
FANNY BURNEY
AND HER FRIENDS
_SELECT PASSAGES FROM HER DIARY AND
OTHER WRITINGS_
EDITED BY
L. B. SEELEY, M.A.
_Sometime Fellow of Trinity College, Cambridge_
AUTHOR OF
“HORACE WALPOLE AND HIS WORLD”
_NEW EDITION_
LONDON
SEELEY AND CO. LIMITED
ESSEX STREET, STRAND
1895
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I.
PAGE
Birth—Parentage—The Macburneys—Early Life of Dr. Burney—Fulk 1-31
Greville—Esther Sleepe—Lynn—Poland Street—Frances Burney’s
Brothers and Sisters—Her Backwardness in Childhood—Her
Mother’s Death—David Garrick—The Old Lady—The Wig-maker—
Neglect of Fanny’s Education—Her Taste for Scribbling—
Samuel Crisp—His Early Life—His Tragedy—Its Failure—His
Chagrin—His Life at Hampton—His Retirement from the World—
Crisp renews his Acquaintance with Burney—Becomes the
Adviser of the Family—Burney’s Amiable Temper—Chesington
Hall—Its Quaint Interior—Contrast between Fanny and her
Elder Sister—Burney’s Second Marriage—Change of Plans—Mrs.
Burney lectures Fanny—An _Auto da Fé_—Origin of ‘Evelina’—
Burney takes his Doctor’s Degree—His Essay on Comets—
Preparations for the ‘History of Music’—Musical Tour in
France and Italy—House in Queen Square—German Tour—Fanny’s
Occupation during his Absence—Removal to St. Martin’s
Street—Newton’s House—The Observatory—Fanny’s Arrival at
Womanhood
CHAPTER II.
Life in St. Martin’s Street—Increase of Fame and Friends— 32-59
Garrick’s First Call—Confusion—The Hairdresser—‘Tag-rag
and Bobtail’—The History of Histories—Imitation of Dr.
Johnson—The Great Roscius—Mr. Crisp’s Gout—Correspondence
between him and Fanny—Dr. Burney’s Concerts—Abyssinian
Bruce—Supper in St. Martin’s Street—Italian Singers—A
Musical Evening—Visit of Count Orloff—His Stature and
Jewels—Condescension—A Matrimonial Duet—The Empress’s
Miniature—Jemmy Twitcher—Present State of St. Martin’s
Street—Mr. and Mrs. Thrale—Dr. Johnson—Visit of the
Thrales and Johnson—Appearance of Dr. Johnson—His
Conversation—His Contempt for Music—Meeting of Dr. Johnson
and Mr. Greville—Mrs. Thrale Defiant—Signor Piozzi
CHAPTER III.
‘Evelina’—Date of its Composition—Negotiations with 60-99
Publishers—Dr. Burney’s Consent—Publication—Illness of the
Author—Visit to Chesington—Her Father reads the Book—Mrs.
Thrale and Mrs. Cholmondeley—Exciting News—Fanny’s
Success—Nancy Dawson—The Secret told to Mr. Crisp—
Characters in ‘Evelina’—Dinner at Streatham—Dr. Johnson—
David Garrick—The Unclubbable Man—Curiosity as to
Authorship of ‘Evelina’—The Bookseller in the Dark—Visits
to the Thrales—Table Talk—Mr. Smith—Goldsmith—Johnson and
the Scotch—Civil for Four—Sir Joshua Reynolds—Mrs.
Montagu—Boswell—The Branghtons—Mrs. Cholmondeley—Talk with
Sir Joshua—Is it True?—Mrs. Cholmondeley’s Whimsical
Manner—Visit to her House—Mr. Cumberland—A Hint for a
Comedy—A Charmed Circle—Sheridan—Not a Fair Question—
Pressed to Write for the Stage—Flattered by Compliments
CHAPTER IV.
Return to Streatham—Murphy the Dramatist—A Proposed Comedy— 100-131
‘The Witlings’—Adverse Judgment of Mr. Crisp and Dr.
Burney—Fanny to Mr. Crisp—Dr. Johnson on Miss Burney—A
Visit to Brighton—Cumberland—An Eccentric Character—Sir
Joshua’s Prices—Tragedies—Actors and Singers—Regrets for
the Comedy—Crisp’s Reply—The Lawrence Family at Devizes—
Lady Miller’s Vase—The Gordon Riots—Precipitate Retreat—
Grub Street—Sudden Death of Mr. Thrale—Idleness and Work—A
Sister of the Craft—The Mausoleum of Julia—Progress of
‘Cecilia’ through the Press—Crisp’s Judgment on ‘Cecilia’—
Johnson and ‘Cecilia’—Publication of ‘Cecilia’—Burke—His
Letter to Miss Burney—Assembly at Miss Monckton’s—New
Acquaintances—Soame Jenyns—Illness and Death of Crisp—Mrs.
Thrale’s Struggles—Ill-health of Johnson—Mr. Burney
Organist of Chelsea Hospital—Mrs. Thrale marries Piozzi—
Last Interview with Johnson—His Death
CHAPTER V.
Mrs. Delany—Her Childhood—Her First Marriage—Swift—Dr. 132-166
Delany—The Dowager Duchess of Portland—Mrs. Delany a
Favourite at Court—Her Flower-Work—Miss Burney’s First
Visit to Mrs. Delany—Meets the Duchess of Portland—Mrs.
Sleepe—Crisp—Growth of Friendship with Mrs. Delany—Society
at her House—Mrs. Delany’s Reminiscences—The Lockes of
Norbury Park—Mr. Smelt—Dr. Burney has an Audience of the
King and Queen—The King’s Bounty to Mrs. Delany—Miss
Burney Visits Windsor—Meets the King and Queen—‘Evelina’—
Invention Exhausted—The King’s Opinion of Voltaire,
Rousseau, and Shakespeare—The Queen and Bookstalls—
Expectation—Journey to Windsor—The Terrace—Dr. Burney’s
Disappointment—Proposal of the Queen to Miss Burney—Doubts
and Fears—An Interview—The Decision—Mistaken Criticism—
Burke’s Opinion—A Misconception—Horace Walpole’s Regret—
Miss Burney’s Journals of her Life at Court—Sketches of
Character—The King and Queen—Mrs. Schwellenberg—The
Queen’s Lodge—Miss Burney’s Apartments—A Day’s Duties—
Royal Snuff—Fictitious Names in the Diary—The Princesses—A
Royal Birthday—A Walk on the Terrace—The Infant Princess
Amelia
CHAPTER VI.
Royal Visit to Nuneham—A Present from the Queen—Official 167-188
Exhortations—Embarrassments at Nuneham—A Laborious Sunday—
Hairdressing—The Court visits Oxford—Journey thither—
Reception by the University—Address and Reply—Kissing
Hands—Christchurch—Fatigues of the Suite—Refreshment under
Difficulties—A Surprise—The Routine of Court Life—The
Equerries—Draughts in the Palace—Early Prayers—
Barley-water—The London Season—Mrs. Siddons—Mrs.
Schwellenberg’s Apartments—Her Tame Frogs—Her Behaviour to
Miss Burney—Cruel Treatment—A Change for the Better—
Newspaper Reports—Conversation with the Queen—Miss Burney
as Reader—Her Attainments, Tastes, and Power
CHAPTER VII.
The Trial of Warren Hastings—Westminster Hall—Description of 189-200
it on the Opening Day of the Trial—Edmund Burke—The other
Managers—Procession of the Peers—Entrance of the
Defendant—The Arraignment—Speech of Lord Chancellor
Thurlow—Reply of Warren Hastings—Opening of the Trial—Mr.
Windham—His Admiration of Dr. Johnson—His Reflections on
the Spectacle—Bearing of the Lord Chancellor—Windham on
Hastings—William Pitt—Major Scott—Conversation with
Windham—Partisanship—Close of the First Day’s Proceedings—
Conference on it with the Queen—Another Day at the Trial—
Burke’s Great Speech—Resemblance between Hastings and
Windham—Fox’s Eloquence—Death of Mrs. Delany
CHAPTER VIII.
The King’s Health—Royal Visit to Cheltenham—Excursions— 201-229
Robert Raikes—Colonel Digby—The Duke of York—The Court
attends the Musical Festival at Worcester—Return to
Windsor—M. de Lalande, the Astronomer—His Compliments—His
Volubility—Illness of the King—The King grows worse—‘The
Queen is my Physician’—Alarm and Agitation—Grief of the
Queen—The King Insane—Arrival of the Prince of Wales—
Paroxysm of the King at Dinner—The Queen Ill—The
Physicians—The Royal Pair separated—The Prince takes the
Government of the Palace—Prayers for the King’s Recovery—
The King and his Equerries—Sir Lucas Pepys—A Privy
Council—Preparations for leaving Windsor—Departure for
Kew—Mournful Spectacle—Mrs. Schwellenberg arrives
CHAPTER IX.
State of Kew Palace—Dr. Willis and his Son called in— 230-250
Progress under the New Doctors—Party Spirit—The Regency
Question—Attacks on the Queen—Fluctuations in the King’s
State—Violence of Burke—Extraordinary Scene between the
King and Miss Burney in Kew Gardens—Marked Improvement of
the King—The Regency Bill postponed—The King informs Miss
Burney of his Recovery—The Restoration—Demonstrations of
Joy—Return to Windsor—Old Routine resumed—Reaction
CHAPTER X.
Royal Visit to Weymouth—Lyndhurst—Village Loyalty—Arrival at 251-277
Weymouth—Bathing to Music—Mrs. Gwynn—Mrs. Siddons—The
Royal Party at the Rooms—First Sight of Mr. Pitt—The
Marquis of Salisbury—Royal Tour—Visit to Longleat—Mrs.
Delany—Bishop Ken—Tottenham Park—Return to Windsor—
Progress of the French Revolution—Colonel Digby’s
Marriage—Miss Burney’s Situation—A Senator—Tax on
Bachelors—Reading to the Queen—Miss Burney’s Melancholy—
Proposal for her Retirement—Her Tedious Solitude—Her
Literary Inactivity—Her Declining Health—A Friendly Cabal—
Windham and the Literary Club—James Boswell—Miss Burney’s
Memorial to the Queen—Leave of Absence proposed—The Queen
and Mrs. Schwellenberg—Serious Illness of Miss Burney—
Discussions on her Retirement—A Day at the Hastings Trial—
The Defence—A Lively Scene—The Duke of Clarence—Parting
with the Royal Family—Miss Burney receives a Pension—Her
Final Retirement
CHAPTER XI.
Chelsea Hospital—Tour to Devonshire—Visit to Bath— 278-292
Reminiscences—The Duchess of Devonshire—Return Home—
Literary Pursuits resumed—Attempts at Tragedy—Social
Engagements—Death of Sir Joshua Reynolds—A Public
Breakfast at Mrs. Montagu’s—Mrs. Hastings—Mr. Boswell—
Visit to Mrs. Crewe—The Burke Family—Meeting with Edmund
Burke—Burke and the French Revolution—Charles Fox—Lord
Loughborough—Mr. Erskine—His Egotism—The French Refugees
in England—Bury St. Edmunds—Madame de Genlis—The Duke de
Liancourt—The Settlement at Mickleham—Count de Narbonne—
The Chevalier d’Arblay—Visit of Miss Burney to Norfolk—
Death of Mr. Francis—Return to London
CHAPTER XII.
Miss Burney at Norbury Park—Execution of the French King— 293-314
Madame de Staël and Talleyrand at Mickleham—Miss Burney’s
Impressions of M. d’Arblay—Proposed Marriage—Visit to
Chesington—The Marriage takes place—A Happy Match—The
General as Gardener—Madame d’Arblay resumes her Pen—Birth
of a Son—‘Edwy and Elgiva’—Acquittal of Warren Hastings—
Publishing Plans—The Subscription List—Publication of
‘Camilla’—Visit of the Author to Windsor—Interview with
the King and Queen—A Compliment from their Majesties—The
Royal Family on the Terrace—Princess Elizabeth—Great Sale
of ‘Camilla’—Criticisms on the Work—Declension of Madame
d’Arblay’s Style—Camilla Cottage—Wedded Happiness—Madame
d’Arblay’s Comedy of ‘Love and Fashion’ withdrawn—Death of
Mrs. Phillips—Straitened Circumstances—The d’Arblays go to
France—Popularity of Bonaparte—Reception at the Tuileries
and Review—War between England and France—Disappointments—
Life at Passy—Difficulty of Correspondence—Madame
d’Arblay’s Desire to return to England—Sails from Dunkirk
CHAPTER XIII.
Madame d’Arblay’s Plans for her Son—Landing in England— 315-331
Arrival at Chelsea—Saddening Change in Dr. Burney—
Alexander d’Arblay at Cambridge—Publication of the
‘Wanderer’—Death of Dr. Burney—Madame d’Arblay presented
to Louis XVIII.—M. d’Arblay appointed to the Corps de
Gardes du Roi—Arrives in England and carries Madame back
to France—Madame d’Arblay presented to the Duchesse
d’Angoulême—The Hundred Days—Panic at Brussels—M. d’Arblay
invalided—Settles in England—His Death—Remaining Days of
Madame d’Arblay—Visit from Sir Walter Scott—The Memoirs of
Dr. Burney—Tributes to their value—Death of Alexander
d’Arblay—Death of Madame d’Arblay—Conclusion
Fanny Burney and her Friends.
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CHAPTER I.
Birth—Parentage—The Macburneys—Early Life of Dr. Burney—Fulk Greville—
Esther Sleepe—Lynn—Poland Street—Frances Burney’s Brothers and
Sisters—Her Backwardness in Childhood—Her Mother’s Death—David
Garrick—The Old Lady—The Wig-maker—Neglect of Fanny’s Education—Her
Taste for Scribbling—Samuel Crisp—His Early Life—His Tragedy—Its
Failure—His Chagrin—His Life at Hampton—His Retirement from the World—
Crisp renews his Acquaintance with Burney—Becomes the Adviser of the
Family—Burney’s Amiable Temper—Chesington Hall—Its Quaint Interior—
Contrast between Fanny and her Elder Sister—Burney’s Second Marriage—
Change of Plans—Mrs. Burney lectures Fanny—An _Auto da Fé_—Origin of
‘Evelina’—Burney takes his Doctor’s Degree—His Essay on Comets—
Preparations for the ‘History of Music’—Musical Tour in France and
Italy—House in Queen Square—German Tour—Fanny’s Occupation during his
Absence—Removal to St. Martin’s Street—Newton’s House—The Observatory—
Fanny’s Arrival at Womanhood.
Frances Burney was born at King’s Lynn on the 13th of June, 1752. She
was the second daughter, and third child, of Dr. Charles Burney, author
of the well-known ‘History of Music,’ by Esther Sleepe, his first wife.
It has been stated,[1] we know not on what authority, that Dr. Burney
was a descendant in the fifth degree of James Macburney, a native of
Scotland, who attended King James I. when he left that country to take
possession of the English throne. The doctor himself was certainly
unacquainted with this fact, if fact it be. His grandfather and father
were each named James Macburney, but they were both born at the village
of Great Hanwood, in Shropshire, where the former inherited a
considerable estate; there was no trace in their connections of Celtic
extraction; and
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[Illustration: HENRY H. GIBSON]
AMERICAN FOREST TREES
by
HENRY H. GIBSON
Edited by Hu Maxwell
Hardwood Record
Chicago
1913
Copyright 1913 by
Hardwood Record
Chicago, Ill.
The Regan Printing House
Chicago.
PREFACE
The material on which this volume is based, appeared in Hardwood Record,
Chicago, in a series of articles beginning in 1905 and ending in 1913,
and descriptive of the forest trees of this country. More than one
hundred leading species were included in the series. They constitute the
principal sources of lumber for the United States. The present volume
includes all the species described in the series of articles, with a
large number of less important
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[Illustration: PLATE I.
VIEW OF HISSARLIK FROM THE NORTH.
_Frontispiece._
After the Excavations.]
TROY
AND ITS REMAINS;
A NARRATIVE OF RESEARCHES AND DISCOVERIES
MADE ON THE SITE OF ILIUM,
AND IN THE TROJAN PLAIN.
BY DR. HENRY SCHLIEMANN.
_Translated with the Author’s Sanction._
EDITED
BY PHILIP SMITH, B.A.,
AUTHOR OF THE ‘HISTORY OF THE ANCIENT WORLD,’ AND OF THE
‘STUDENT’S ANCIENT HISTORY OF THE EAST.’
WITH MAP, PLANS, VIEWS, AND CUTS,
_REPRESENTING 500 OBJECTS OF ANTIQUITY DISCOVERED ON THE SITE_.
LONDON:
JOHN MURRAY, ALBEMARLE STREET.
NEW YORK:
SCRIBNER, WELFORD, AND ARMSTRONG.
1875.
PREFACE BY THE EDITOR.
Dr. Schliemann’s original narrative of his wonderful discoveries on the
spot marked as the site of Homer’s ILIUM by an unbroken tradition, from
the earliest historic age of Greece, has a permanent value and interest
which can scarcely be affected by the final verdict of criticism on the
result of his discoveries. If he has indeed found the fire-scathed ruins
of the city whose fate inspired the immortal first-fruits of Greek
poetry, and brought to light many thousands of objects illustrating the
race, language, and religion of her
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THE NATURALIST IN LA PLATA
BY
W. H. HUDSON, C.M.Z.S.
JOINT AUTHOR OF "ARGENTINE ORNITHOLOGY"
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY J. SMIT
THIRD EDITION.
NEW YORK
D. APPLETON AND COMPANY
1895
PREFACE.
The plan I have followed in this work has been to sift and arrange the
facts I have gathered concerning the habits of the animals best known to
me, preserving those only, which, in my judgment, appeared worth
recording. In some instances a variety of subjects have linked
themselves together in my mind, and have been grouped under one heading;
consequently the scope of the book is not indicated by the list of
contents: this want is, however, made good by an index at the end.
It is seldom an easy matter to give a suitable name to a book of this
description. I am conscious that the one I have made choice of displays
a lack of originality; also, that this kind of title has been used
hitherto for works constructed more or less on the plan of the famous
_Naturalist on the Amazons._ After I have made this apology the reader,
on his part, will readily admit that, in treating of the Natural History
of a district so well known, and often described as the southern portion
of La Plata, which has a temperate climate, and where nature is neither
exuberant nor grand, a personal narrative would have seemed superfluous.
The greater portion of the matter contained in this volume has already
seen the light in the form of papers contributed to the _Field,_ with
other journals that treat of Natural History; and to the monthly
magazines:--_Longmans', The Nineteenth Century, The Gentleman's
Magazine,_ and others: I am indebted to the Editors and Proprietors of
these periodicals for kindly allowing me to make use of this material.
Of all animals, birds have perhaps afforded me most pleasure; but most
of the fresh knowledge I have collected in this department is contained
in a larger work _(Argentine Ornithology),_ of which Dr. P. L. Sclater
is part author. As I have not gone over any of the subjects dealt with
in that work, bird-life has not received more than a fair share of
attention in the present volume.
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER I. THE DESERT PAMPAS
CHAPTER II. CUB PUMA, OR LION OF AMERICA
CHAPTER III. WAVE OF LIFE
CHAPTER IV. SOME CURIOUS ANIMAL WEAPONS
CHAPTER V. FEAR IN BIRDS
CHAPTER VI. PARENTAL AND EARLY INSTINCTS
CHAPTER VII. THE MEPHITIC SKUNK
CHAPTER VIII. MIMICRY AND WARNING COLOURS IN GRASSHOPPERS
CHAPTER IX. DRAGON-FLY STORMS
CHAPTER X. MOSQUITOES AND PARASITE PROBLEMS
CHAPTER XI. HUMBLE-BEES AND OTHER MATTERS
CHAPTER XII. A NOBLE WASP
CHAPTER XIII. NATURE'S NIGHT-LIGHTS
CHAPTER XIV. FACTS AND THOUGHTS ABOUT SPIDERS
CHAPTER XV. THE DEATH-FEIGNING INSTINCT
CHAPTER XVI. HUMMING-BIRDS
CHAPTER XVII. THE CRESTED SCREAMER
CHAPTER XVIII. THE WOODHEWER FAMILY
CHAPTER XIX. MUSIC AND DANCING IN NATURE
CHAPTER XX. BIOGRAPHY OF THE VIZCACHA
CHAPTER XXI. THE DYING HUANACO
CHAPTER XXII. THE STRANGE INSTINCTS OF CATTLE
CHAPTER XXIII. HORSE AND MAN
CHAPTER XXIV. SEEN AND LOST
APPENDIX
INDEX
THE NATURALIST IN LA PLATA,
CHAPTER I.
THE DESERT PAMPAS.
During recent years we have heard much about the great and rapid changes
now going on in the plants and animals of all the temperate regions of
the globe colonized by Europeans. These changes, if taken merely as
evidence of material progress, must be a matter of rejoicing to those
who are satisfied, and more than satisfied, with our system of
civilization, or method of outwitting Nature by the removal of all
checks on the undue increase of our own species. To one who finds a
charm in things as they exist in the unconquered provinces of Nature's
dominions, and who, not being over-anxious to reach the end of
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THE SURPRISING ADVENTURES OF THE MAGICAL MONARCH OF MO AND HIS PEOPLE
by
L. FRANK BAUM
With pictures by Frank Ver Beck
1903
To the Comrade of my
boyhood days
Dr. Henry Clay Baum
TO THE READER
This book has been written for children. I have no shame in
acknowledging that I, who wrote it, am also a child; for since I can
remember my eyes have always grown big at tales of the marvelous, and
my heart is still accustomed to go pit-a-pat when I read of impossible
adventures. It is the nature of children to scorn realities, which
crowd into their lives all too quickly with advancing years. Childhood
is the time for fables, for dreams, for joy.
These stories are not true; they could no be true and be so marvelous.
No one is expected to believe them; they were meant to excite laughter
and to gladden the heart.
Perhaps some of those big, grown-up people will poke fun of us--at you
for reading these nonsense tales of the Magical Monarch, and at me for
writing them. Never mind. Many of the big folk are still children--even
as you and I. We cannot measure a child by a standard of size or age.
The big folk who are children will be our comrades; the others we need
not consider at all, for they are self-exiled from our domain.
L. FRANK BAUM.
June, 1903.
CONTENTS
THE FIRST SURPRISE
The Beautiful Valley of Mo
THE SECOND SURPRISE
The Strange Adventures of the King's Head
THE THIRD SURPRISE
The Tramp Dog and the Monarch's Lost Temper
THE FOURTH SURPRISE
The Peculiar Pains of Fruit Cake Island
THE FIFTH SURPRISE
The Monarch Celebrates His Birthday
THE SIXTH SURPRISE
King Scowleyow and His Cast-Iron Man
THE SEVENTH SURPRISE
Timtom and the Princess Pattycake
THE EIGHTH SURPRISE
The Bravery of Prince Jollikin
THE NINTH SURPRISE
The Wizard and the Princess
THE TENTH SURPRISE
The Duchess Bredenbutta's Visit to Turvyland
THE ELEVENTH SURPRISE
Prince Fiddlecumdoo and the Giant
THE TWELFTH SURPRISE
The Land of the Civilized Monkeys
THE THIRTEENTH SURPRISE
The Stolen Plum-Pudding
THE FOURTEENTH SURPRISE
The Punishment of the Purple Dragon
_The First Surprise_
THE BEAUTIFUL VALLEY OF MO
I dare say there are several questions you would like to ask at the
very beginning of this history. First: Who is the Monarch of Mo? And
why is he called the Magical Monarch? And where _is_ Mo, anyhow? And
why have you never heard of it before? And can it be reached by a
railroad or a trolley-car, or must one walk all the way?
These questions I realize should be answered before we (that "we" means
you and the book) can settle down for a comfortable reading of all the
wonders and astonishing adventures I shall endeavor faithfully to
relate.
In the first place, the Monarch of Mo is a very pleasant personage
holding the rank of King. He is not very tall, nor is he very short; he
is midway between fat and lean; he is delightfully jolly when he is not
sad, and seldom sad if he can possibly be jolly. How old he may be I
have never dared to inquire; but when we realize that he is destined to
live as long as the Valley of Mo exists we may reasonably suppose the
Monarch of Mo is exactly as old as his native land. And no one in Mo
has ever reckoned up the years to see how many they have been. So we
will just say that the Monarch of Mo and the Valley of Mo are each a
part of the other, and can not be separated.
He is not called the Magical Monarch because he deals in magic--for he
doesn't deal in magic. But he leads such a queer life in such a queer
country that his history will surely seem magical to us who inhabit the
civilized places of the world and think that anything we can not find a
reason for must be due to magic. The life of the Monarch of Mo seems
simple enough to him, you may be sure, for he knows no other existence.
And our ways of living, could he know of them, would doubtless astonish
him greatly.
The land of Mo,
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Regina
or
The Sins of the Fathers
REGINA
OR THE SINS OF THE FATHERS
BY
HERMANN SUDERMANN
_TRANSLATED BY_
_BEATRICE MARSHALL_
LONDON: JOHN LANE, THE BODLEY HEAD
NEW YORK: JOHN LANE COMPANY. MCMVII
COPYRIGHT, 1898, BY
John Lane.
* * *
COPYRIGHT, 1905, BY
John Lane Company.
REGINA
OR THE SINS OF THE FATHERS
CHAPTER I
Peace was signed, and the world, which for so long had been the great
Corsican's plaything, came to itself again. It came to itself, bruised
and mangled, bleeding from a thousand wounds, and studded with
battle-fields like a body with festering sores. Yet, in the rebound
from bondage to freedom, men did not realise that there was anything
very pitiable in their condition. The ground from which their wheat
sprang, they reflected, would bear all the richer fruit from being
soaked in blood, and if bullets and bayonets had thinned their ranks,
there was now more elbow-room for those who were left.
The yawning vacuums in the seething human caldron gave a man space to
breathe in. One great chorus of rejoicing from the Rock of Gibraltar to
the North Cape ascended heavenwards. Bells in every steeple were set in
motion, and from every altar and from every humble hearth arose prayers
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AUNT FRIENDLY'S
PICTURE BOOK.
[Illustration]
AUNT FRIENDLY'S
PICTURE BOOK.
CONTAINING
THIRTY-SIX PAGES OF PICTURES Printed in Colours by Kronheim. WITH
LETTER-PRESS DESCRIPTIONS.
[Illustration]
LONDON: FREDERICK WARNE AND CO. BEDFORD STREET, COVENT GARDEN. NEW YORK:
SCRIBNER, WELFORD AND ARMSTRONG.
Preface.
New and old Nursery favourites are here offered to our Young
Friends--Nursery Alphabet, Sing-a-Song of Sixpence, The Frog's Wooing,
The Three Little Pigs, Puss in Boots, have for many generations
delighted the Nurseries of Great Britain. We trust that they and their
worthy new companion, The Ugly Duckling, which has come to us from over
the Sea, will still afford many hours of quiet amusement to little
Readers.
Contents.
NURSERY ALPHABET.
SING-A-SONG OF SIXPENCE.
THE FROG WHO WOULD A WOOING GO.
THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.
PUSS IN BOOTS.
THE UGLY DUCKLING.
THE NURSERY ALPHABET.
[Illustration: THE NURSERY ALPHABET. A B C D.]
THE NURSERY ALPHABET.
A for the Alphabet, A, B, C;
B for the Book that was given to me.
[Illustration: Divider]
C for the Corn that stands in the stack;
D for the Donkey with cross on his back.
[Illustration: Divider]
E for the Engine that's lighted with coke;
F for the Funnel that puffs out the smoke.
[Illustration: THE NURSERY ALPHABET. E F G H.]
G for the Goose that swims on the pond;
H for the Hen, of her chickens so fond.
[Illustration: Divider]
I for the Icicle, frosty and cold;
J for the Jackdaw, perky and bold.
[Illustration: Divider]
K for the Kitten that plays with its tail;
L for the Letter that comes by the mail.
[Illustration: Divider]
M for the Monkey, a comical thing;
N for the Nut that he cracks with a grin.
[Illustration: THE NURSERY ALPHABET. I J K L M.]
[Illustration: THE NURSERY ALPHABET. N O P Q.]
O for the Owl that sees in the dark;
P for the Pony that plays in the park.
[Illustration: Divider]
Q for the Queen all seated in state;
R for the Regiment guarding the gate.
[Illustration: Divider]
S for the Sun that sets in the west;
T for the Tomtit building its nest.
[Illustration: Divider]
U for the Umbrella that keeps off the rain;
V for the Van that follows the train.
[Illustration: THE NURSERY ALPHABET. R S T U V.]
W for the Waggon that waits in the way;
X is for none of the words I can say.
[Illustration: Divider]
Y for the Yew growing by the church wall;
Z is for Zero, that a nothing at all.
[Illustration: THE NURSERY ALPHABET. W X Y Z.]
SING-A-SONG OF SIXPENCE.
[Illustration]
SING-A-SONG OF SIXPENCE.
Sing-a-song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye;
Four and twenty blackbirds
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was open'd,
The birds began to sing;
Was not that a dainty dish,
To set before the king?
[Illustration]
The king was in his counting-house
Counting out his money;
The queen was in the parlour
Eating bread and honey.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
The maid was in the garden
Hanging out the clothes;
By came a Jackdaw,
And snapt off her nose.
[Illustration]
They sent for the king's doctor,
Who sewed it on again;
The Jackdaw for this naughtiness
Deservedly was slain.
[Illustration]
THE FROG WHO WOULD A WOOING GO.
[Illustration]
THE FROG WHO WOULD A WOOING GO.
A frog he would a wooing go,
Whether his mother would let him or no.
So off he marched with his nice new hat,
And on the way he met a rat.
[Illustration]
When they came to the door of the Mouse's Hall,
They gave a loud knock, and they gave a loud call.
"Pray Mrs. Mouse, are you within?"
"Oh yes, Mr. Rat, I am learning to spin."
"Pray Mrs. Mouse, will you give us some beer?
For Froggy and I are fond of good cheer."
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
But as they were all a merry-making,
The cat and her kittens came tumbling in.
The Cat she seized the rat by the crown,
The kittens they pulled the little mouse down.
This put poor frog in a terrible fright,
So he took up his hat and he wished them good night.
[Illustration]
As Froggy was crossing him over a brook,
A lilly-white duck came and gobbled him up.
So there was an end of one, two, and three,
The Rat, the Mouse, and the little Froggee?
[Illustration]
THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.
[Illustration]
THE STORY OF THE THREE LITTLE PIGS.
Once upon a time there was an old pig with three little pigs, and as she
had not enough to keep them, she sent them out to seek their fortune.
The first that went off met a man with a bundle of straw, and said to
him, "Please, man, give me that straw to build me a house;" which the
man did, and the little pig built a house with it. Presently came along
a wolf, and knocked at the door, and said,--
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."
To which the pig answered,--
"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin."
The wolf then answered to that,--
"Then I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow your house in."
So he huffed and he puffed, and he blew his house in, and eat up the
little pig.
The second little pig met a man with a bundle of furze, and said,
"Please man give me that furze to build a house;" which the man did, and
the pig built his house. Then along came the wolf, and said,--
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."
"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin."
[Illustration]
"Then I'll puff and I'll huff, and I'll blow your house in."
So he huffed, and he puffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and at last
he blew the house down, and he eat up the little Pig.
The third little pig met a man with a load of bricks, and said, "Please,
man, give me those bricks to build a house with;" so the man gave him
the bricks, and he built his house with them. So the wolf came, as he
did to the other little pigs, and said,--
"Little pig, little pig, let me come in."
"No, no, by the hair of my chiny chin chin."
"Then I'll puff and I'll huff, and I'll blow your house in."
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
Well, he huffed, and he puffed, and he huffed, and he puffed, and he
puffed, and he huffed; but he could not get the house down. When he
found that he could not, with all his huffing and puffing, blow the
house down, he said, "Little pig, I know where there is a nice field of
turnips." "Where?" said the little pig. "Oh, in Mr. Smith's Home-field,
and if you will be ready to-morrow morning I will call for you, and we
will go together, and get some for dinner." "Very well," said the little
pig "I will be ready. What time do you mean to go?" "Oh, at six
o'clock." Well, the little pig got up at five, and got the turnips
before the wolf came--(which he did about six)--and said, "Little pig,
are you ready?" The little pig said, "Ready! I have been, and come
back again, and got a nice pot-full for dinner." The wolf felt very
angry at this, but thought that he would be up to the little pig somehow
or other, so he said, "Little pig, I know where there is a nice
apple-tree." "Where?" said the pig. "Down at Merry-garden," replied the
wolf, "and if you will not deceive me I will come for you, at five
o'clock to-morrow, and we will go together and get some apples." Well,
the little pig bustled up the next morning at four o'clock, and went off
for the apples, hoping to get back before the wolf came; but he had
further to go, and had to climb the tree, so that just as he was coming
down from it, he saw the wolf coming, which, as you may suppose,
frightened him very much. When the wolf came up he said, "Little pig,
what! are you here before me? Are they nice apples?" "Yes, very," said
the little pig. "I will throw you down one;" and he threw it so far,
that, while the wolf was gone to pick it up, the little pig jumped down
and ran home. The next day the wolf came again, and said to the little
pig, "Little pig, there is a fair at Shanklin this afternoon, will you
go?" "Oh yes," said the pig, "I will go: what time shall you be ready?"
"At three," said the wolf. So the little pig went off before the time as
usual, and got to the fair, and bought a butter-churn, which he was
going home with, when he saw the wolf coming. Then he could not tell
what to do. So he got into the churn to hide, and by so doing turned
it round, and it rolled down the hill with the pig in it, which
frightened the wolf so much, that he ran home without going to the fair.
He went to the little pig's house, and told him how frightened he had
been by a great round thing which came down the hill past him. Then the
little pig said, "Ha! I frightened you then. I had been to the fair and
bought a butter-churn, and when I saw you, I got into it and rolled down
the hill." Then the wolf was very angry indeed, and declared he would
eat up the little pig, and that he would get down the chimney after him.
When the little pig saw what he was about, he hung on the pot full of
water, and made up a blazing fire, and just as the wolf was coming down,
took off the cover, and in fell the wolf; so the little pig put on the
cover again in an instant, boiled him up, and eat him for supper, and
lived happy ever afterwards.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
PUSS IN BOOTS.
[Illustration]
PUSS IN BOOTS.
[Illustration]
Once upon a time there was a miller who had three sons. When he was
dying he left each of them a legacy. To his eldest son he left his mill;
to the second his ass; and to the youngest his cat. The poor boy was
very sad when he found that he had nothing belonging to him but a cat;
but to his great surprise, puss jumped on the table, and said in a
friendly manner: "Do not be sad my dear master. Only buy me a pair of
boots and a bag, and I will provide for you and myself." So the miller's
son, who had a shilling or two in his pocket, bought a smart little pair
of boots and a bag, and gave them to puss, who put some bran and
sow-thistles into his bag, opened the mouth of it, and lay down in a
rabbit warren. A foolish young rabbit jumped into it; puss drew the
string and soon killed it. He went immediately to the palace with it. He
found the king and queen sitting on their throne; and bowing low, he
laid the rabbit at the king's feet, saying: "Please your majesty, my
master, the Marquis de Carrabas, has sent you a rabbit from his warren,
as a mark of respect." "I am much obliged to the Marquis," said the
king, and he ordered the rabbit to be taken to the cook, and a piece
of money to be given to the cat. Puss, much pleased, took a rabbit daily
to the king as a gift from his master, till his majesty was well
acquainted with the name of the Marquis de Carrabas, and with his
wonderful cat. There was a very rich and cruel Ogre living in that
country. One day puss went to call on him, and the ogre was quite amazed
at hearing a cat talk; it was the first time too he had seen a "Puss in
Boots." "Is it true, most wonderful ogre," said Puss, "that you can
change yourself into any creature you please?" "Quite true, as you shall
see," said the ogre, and he changed himself into a lion, and roared so
terribly, that the cat climbed up the wall out of his way. Then the ogre
resumed his own ugly shape, and laughed at puss's fear. "It was very
surprising," said the cat; "you are of such a grand size that I do not
wonder you could become a lion--but could you change yourself into some
very small animal?" "You shall see," said the stupid vain ogre, and he
turned into a mouse. Directly puss saw him in that shape, he darted at
him and eat him up. The ogre quite deserved it, for he had eaten many
men himself. Then puss made haste back to his master, and said, "Come
and bathe in the river, and when the king comes by, do exactly as I tell
you, for I see his carriage." The miller's son obeyed his friend the
cat, undressed and jumped into the water, and cunning puss ran away with
his clothes and hid them under a large stone. By-and-bye the king
drove by with his daughter. Puss began to call very loud "Help, help! or
my lord Marquis de Carrabas will be drowned." The king stopped the coach
directly, and asked what was the matter. Puss answered, that while his
master was bathing, some thieves had stolen his clothes, and that
therefore the marquis could not come out of the water. The king luckily
had a dress suit with him, so he sent it by a servant to the Marquis,
and desired him to accept a seat in the royal coach, and he would drive
him home.
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
The miller's son looked very well in his fine clothes, and the king was
pleased with his appearance. Puss directed the coachman to drive to the
late ogre's castle, and then he ran on before. Coming to a large field
in which reapers were at work, he said, "If the king asks you to whom
these fields belong, you must say, to the Marquis de Carrabas, or you
shall all be chopped as small as mincemeat." The men were so astonished
at hearing a cat talk, that they dared not refuse; so when the king came
by and asked, whose fields are these? they said, "they belong to the
Marquis de Carrabas." Next puss came to some meadows with shepherds and
flocks of sheep, and said the same to them. So when the king asked them,
whose flocks are these? they answered, those of the Marquis de Carrabas.
[Illustration]
Puss ran on all over the dead ogre's land and said the same thing to
the woodmen and the gamekeepers on the road, who all obeyed him, till
the king at last said to the miller's son, "You have a fine property, my
lord Marquis de Carrabas." When puss came to the ogre's castle, he stood
on the steps and waited till the coach drove up.
"Will your majesty honour my lord by taking some refreshment," he said;
and the king who had not so fine a castle belonging to himself, alighted
from his carriage and entered the house. Now, the ogre was just going to
his dinner when puss had called and killed him, so there was a very fine
feast upon the table. Puss told the ogre's servants they should be made
into mincemeat if they did not consent to take the Marquis de Carrabas
for their master, and they were glad to serve him instead of the ogre.
The king took such a fancy to the rich Marquis de Carrabas, that he gave
him the princess for his wife. They lived in the ogre's fine castle
(which puss presented to his master), and the most faithful and the
happiest of their servants was "Puss in Boots."
[Illustration]
THE UGLY DUCKLING.
[Illustration]
THE UGLY DUCKLING.
Once there was a duck who had just hatched a brood of ducklings; one of
them had been longer coming out of the shell than the others, and when
it came it was very ugly. But its mother did not love it less on that
account; mothers never think their
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The Young Engineers in Colorado
or, At Railwood Building in Earnest
By H. Irving Hancock
CONTENTS
CHAPTERS
I. The Cub Engineers Reach Camp
II. Bad Pete Becomes Worse
III. The Day of Real Work Dawns
IV. "Trying Out" the Gridley Boys
V. Tom Doesn't Mind "Artillery"
VI. The Bite from the Bush
VII. What a Squaw Knew
VIII. 'Gene Black, Trouble-Maker
IX. "Doctored" Field Notes?
X. Things Begin to go Down Hill
XI. The Chief Totters from Command
XII. From Cub to Acting Chief
XIII. Black Turns Other Colors
XIV. Bad Pete Mixes in Some
XV. Black's Plot Opens With a Bang
XVI. Shut Off from the World
XVII. The Real Attack Begins
XVIII. When the Camp Grew Warm
XIX. Sheriff Grease Drops Dave
XX. Mr. Newnham Drops a Bomb
XXI. The Trap at the Finish
XXII. "Can Your Road Save Its Charter Now?"
XXIII. Black's Trump Card
XXIV. Conclusion
CHAPTER I
THE CUB ENGINEERS REACH CAMP
"Look, Tom! There is a real westerner!" Harry Hazelton's eyes
sparkled, his whole manner was one of intense interest.
"Eh?" queried Tom Reade, turning around from his distant view
of a sharp, towering peak of the Rockies.
"There's the real thing in the way of a westerner," Harry Hazelton
insisted in a voice in which there was some awe.
"I don't believe he is," retorted Tom skeptically.
"You're going to say, I suppose, that the man is just some freak
escaped from the pages of a dime novel?" demanded Harry.
"No; he looks more like a hostler on a leave of absence from a
stranded Wild West show," Tom replied slowly.
There was plenty of time for them to inspect the stranger in question.
Tom and Harry were seated on a mountain springboard wagon drawn
by a pair of thin horses. Their driver, a boy of about eighteen,
sat on a tiny make-believe seat almost over the traces. This
youthful driver had been minding his own business so assiduously
during the past three hours that Harry had voted him a sullen
fellow. This however, the driver was not.
"Where did that party ahead come from, driver?" murmured Tom,
leaning forward. "Boston or Binghamton?"
"You mean the party ahead at the bend of the trail?" asked the
driver.
"Yes; he's the only stranger in sight."
"I guess he's a westerner, all right," answered the driver, after
a moment or two spent in thought.
"There! You see?" crowed Harry Hazelton triumphantly.
"If that fellow's a westerner, driver," Tom persisted, "have you
any idea how many days he has been west?"
"He doesn't belong to this state," the youthful driver answered.
"I think he comes from Montana. His name is Bad Pete."
"Pete?" mused Tom Reade aloud. "That's short for Peter, I suppose;
not a very interesting or romantic name. What's the hind-leg
of his name?"
"Meaning his surnames" drawled the driver.
"Yes; to be sure."
"I don't know that he has any surname, friend," the Colorado boy
rejoined.
"Why do they call him 'Bad'?" asked Harry, with a thrill of pleasurable
expectation.
As the driver was slow in finding an answer, Tom Reade, after
another look at the picturesque stranger, replied quizzically:
"I reckon they call him bad because he's counterfeit."
"There you go again," remonstrated Harry Hazelton. "You'd better
be careful, or Bad Pete will hear you."
"I hope he doesn't," smiled Tom. "I don't want to change Bad
Pete into Worse Pete."
There was little danger, however, that the picturesque-looking
stranger would hear them. The axles and springs of the springboard
wagon were making noise enough to keep their voices from reaching
the ears of any human being more than a dozen feet away.
Bad Pete was still about two hundred and fifty feet ahead, nor
did he, as yet, give any sign whatever of having noted the vehicle.
Instead, he was leaning against a boulder at the turn in the
road. In his left hand he held a hand-rolled cigarette from which
he took an occasional reflective puff as he looked straight ahead
of him as though he were enjoying the scenery. The road---trail---ran
close along the edge of a sloping precipice. Fully nine hundred
feet below ran a thin line of silver, or so it appeared. In reality
it was what was left of the Snake River now, in July, nearly dried
out.
Over beyond the gulch, for a mile or more, extended a rather flat,
rock-strewn valley. Beyond that were the mountains, two peaks
of which, even at this season, were white-capped with snow. On
the trail, however, the full heat of summer prevailed.
"This grand, massive scenery makes a human being feel small, doesn't
it?" asked Tom.
Harry, however, had his eyes and all his thoughts turned toward
the man whom they were nearing.
"This---er---Bad Pete isn't an---er---that is, a road agent, is
he?" he asked apprehensively.
"He may be, for all I know," the driver answered. "At present
he mostly hangs out around the S.B. & L. outfit."
"Why, that's our outfits---the one we're going to join, I mean,"
cried Hazelton.
"I hope Pete isn't the cook, then," remarked Tom fastidiously.
"He doesn't look as though he takes a very kindly interest in
soap."
"Sh-h-h!" begged Harry. "I'll tell you, he'll hear you."
"See here," Tom went on, this time addressing the driver, "you've
told us that you don't know just where to find the S.B. & L. field
camp. If Mr. Peter Bad hangs out with the camp then he ought
to be able to direct us."
"You can ask him, of course," nodded the Colorado boy.
Soon after the horses covered the distance needed to bring them
close to the bend. Now the driver hauled in his team, and, blocking
the forward wheels with a fragment of rock, began to give his
attention to the harness.
Bad Pete had consented to glance their way at last. He turned
his head indolently, emitting a mouthful of smoke. As if by instinct
his right hand dropped to the butt of a revolver swinging in a
holster over his right hip.
"I hope he isn't bad tempered today!" shivered Harry under his
breath.
"I beg your pardon, sir," galled Tom, "but can you tell us-----"
"Who are ye looking at?" demanded Bad Pete, scowling.
"At a polished man of the world, I'm sure," replied Reade smilingly.
"As I was saying, can you tell us just where we can find the
S.B. & L.'s field camp of engineers?"
"What d'ye want of the camp?" growled Pete, after taking another
whiff from his cigarette.
"Why, our reasons for wanting to find the camp are purely personal,"
Tom continued.
"Now, tenderfoot, don't get fresh with me," warned Pete sullenly.
"I haven't an idea of that sort in the world, sir," Tom assured
him. "Do you happen to know the hiding-place of the camp?"
"What do you want of the camp?" insisted Pete.
"Well, sir, since you're so determined to protect the camp from
questionable strangers," Tom continued, "I don't know that it
will do any harm to inform you that we are two greenhorns---tenderfeet,
I believe, is your more elegant word---who have been engaged to
join the engineers' crowd and break in at the business."
"Cub engineers, eh, tenderfoot?"
"That's the full size of our pretensions, sir," Tom admitted.
"Rich men's sons, coming out to learn the ways of the Rookies?"
questioned Bad Pete, showing his first sign of interest in them.
"Not quite as bad as that," Tom Reade urged. "We're wholly respectable,
sir. We have even had to work hard in order to raise money for
our railway fare out to Colorado."
Bad Pete's look of interest in them faded.
"Huh!" he remarked. "Then you're no good either why."
"That's true, I'm afraid," sighed Tom. "However, can you tell
us the way to the camp?"
From one pocket Bad Pete produced a cigarette paper and from another
tobacco. Slowly he rolled and lighted a cigarette, in the meantime
seeming hardly aware of the existence of the tenderfeet. At last,
however, he turned to the Colorado boy and observed:
"Pardner, I reckon you'd better drive on with these tenderfeet
before I drop them over the cliff. They spoil the view. Ye know
where Bandy's Gulch is?"
"Sure," nodded the Colorado boy.
"Ye'll find the railroad outfit jest about a mile west o' there,
camped close to the main trail."
"I'm sure obliged to you," nodded the Colorado boy, stepping up
to his seat and gathering in the reins.
"And so are we, sir," added Tom politely.
"Hold your blizzard in until I ask ye to talk," retorted Bad Pete
haughtily. "Drive on with your cheap baggage, pardner."
"Cheap baggage, are we?" mused Tom, when the wagon had left Bad
Pete some two hundred feet to the rear. "My, but I feel properly
humiliated!"
"How many men has Bad Pete killed?" inquired Harry in an awed
voice.
"Don't know as he ever killed any," replied the Colorado boy,
"but I'm not looking for trouble with any man that always carries
a revolver at his belt and goes around looking for someone to
give him an excuse to shoot. The pistol might go off, even by
accident."
"Are there many like Mr. Peter Bad in these hills nowadays?" Tom
inquired.
"You'll find the foothills back near Denver or Pueblo," replied
the Colorado youth coldly "You're up in the mountains now."
"Well, are there many like Peter Bad in these mountains?" Tom
amended.
"Not many," admitted their driver. "The old breed is passing.
You see, in these days, we have the railroad, public schools,
newspapers, the telegraph, electric light, courts and the other
things that go with civilization."
"The old days of romance are going by," sighed Harry Hazelton.
"Do you call murder romantic?" Reade demanded. "Harry, you came
west expecting to find the Colorado of the dime novels. Now we've
traveled hundreds of miles across this state, and Mr. Bad wore
the first revolver that we've seen since we crossed the state
line. My private opinion is that Peter would be afraid to handle
his pistol recklessly for fear it would go off."
"I wouldn't bank on that," advised the young driver, shaking his
head.
"But you don't carry a revolver," retorted Tom Reade.
"Pop would wallop me, if I did," grinned the Colorado boy. "But
then, I don't need firearms. I know enough to carry a civil tongue,
and to be quiet when I ought to."
"I suppose people who don't possess those virtues are the only
people that have excuse for carrying a pistol around with their
keys, loose change and toothbrushes," affirmed Reade. "Harry,
the longer you stay west the more people you'll find who'll tell
you that toting a pistol is a silly, trouble-breeding habit."
They drove along for another hour before a clattering sounded
behind them.
"I believe it's Bad Pete coming," declared Harry, as he made out,
a quarter of a mile behind them, the form
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LAVINGTON***
Transcribed from the 1855 Frederick A. Blake edition by David Price,
email [email protected]
[Picture: Book cover]
[Picture: Church of East Lavington]
Reminiscences.
* * * * *
A
TOPOGRAPHICAL ACCOUNT
OF
MARKET LAVINGTON,
WILTS,
ITS PAST AND PRESENT CONDITION.
ALSO, THE RISE AND PROGRESS OF
THE INDEPENDENT CHURCH
IN THAT PLACE.
AND
THE AUTHENTIC HISTORY OF DAVID SAUNDERS,
THE
Pious Shepherd of Salisbury Plain.
* * * * *
WITH ILLUSTRATIONS.
* * * * *
BY THE REV. H. ATLEY,
AUTHOR OF “DRUIDICAL ANTIQUITIES,” “FAMILIAR SCENES,”
“HAPPY JAMES,” ETC., ETC.
* * * * *
SALISBURY:
FREDERICK A. BLAKE, MARKET PLACE.
Stiff Covers, 1s. 6d. Cloth, 2s.
M DCCC LV.
* * * * *
SALISBURY:
FREDERICK A. BLAKE,
PRINTER,
BLUE BOAR ROW.
* * * * *
CONTENTS.
Introduction—What History is, and how divided v.
SECTION I.—The Etymology of the place—Its 1
situation—Geological character—Antiquity—Architectural
features—Traditions—Commercial status
SECTION II.—Ecclesiastical and Denominational 7
accommodation—Literary and other advantages—Educational
facilities—Scenery
SECTION III.—Past religious state—Feeble instrumentality of 12
its reformation—DAVID SAUNDERS, the pious Shepherd of
Salisbury Plain—His early life—Correction of error in former
narratives
SECTION IV.—His early efforts—Appearance before a 19
Magistrate—Anecdotes—Cornbury mill—Death—Funeral—Inscription
SECTION V.—Verbatim copy of two Original Letters—Poem to his 28
memory
SECTION VI.—Immediate results—Rev. H. GAUNTLETT—Cottage 34
Services—Persecution—Anecdotes
SECTION VII.—The encouragement from neighbouring Ministers—A 42
Church formed—Sabbath schools—Chapel purchased—Opening
services—Enlargement—First pastor—Separation—Second and third
pastors
SECTION VIII.—Cross-roads chapel—Ebenezer chapel—Fourth 51
pastor—Chancery suit—Debt paid—Fifth, sixth, seventh, and
eighth pastors—Improvements—Jubilee
Conclusion 57
Illustrations.
Church of East Lavington _Frontispiece_.
Ladywood Vale, with Shepherd’s Cottage 21
Cornbury Mill 24
Church of West Lavington, with the Shepherd’s 26
Grave
Cottage in Parsonage Lane 37
Old Parsonage 44
Independent Chapel 48
INTRODUCTION.
NEVER in the history of this country has literature assumed so prominent
a position as it does at the present time; not in one department only,
but in the ample circle she travels, each presenting its own peculiar
claims to attention and regard, thus catering to the diversified
necessities of the human family.
Among the various intellectual viands, none is more generally acceptable
than History; and simply for this reason, in other departments or
productions of the pen we have abstract principles and theories, which
require to be worked out by mental or manual processes ere they assume a
form to be capable of appreciation by the general mind. In History
truths are progressively elaborated and developed under the immediate
influence of time and circumstances, by which their qualities become
known, and their value tested and proved.
In the first class we may be said to have presented to us a subtle spirit
so ethereal and liable to evaporation as to be difficult of retention to
any important purpose, and so versatile as to be susceptible of any form
at the will of the operator; in the latter we possess a definite tangible
reality, in which we see reflected as in a mirror the principles,
feelings, motives, and results, not only of the several actors, but of
the times in which they lived, all which become fixed or Daguerreotyped
for the benefit of those that come after.
The term History is of a general and extensive character, admitting of a
very minute subdivision. In the first place it may be simple or
compound, pure or mixed, as it embraces persons, times, or things, taken
singly or in their combination in the mutual influence they exert. This
is the general form in which it is presented. In the next place, it may
range as universal, national, provincial, local, or individual. Another
division will give us civil, political, ecclesiastical: each of these
have their intrinsic value, will materially influence the progress of
civilisation, and promote the well-being of society; but to the last,
viz., ecclesiastical, there belongs a charm pre-eminently its own, as it
closely approximates to eternity.
The following History is of the mixed class, as the Table of Contents
will show, so that it is hoped, while it may possess or create a general
interest, its specific features will please others; and its
ecclesiastical lineaments afford to the devout mind great gratification.
The Author craves the indulgence of his readers, and hopes his efforts
will receive a general verdict of approbation.
SECTION I.
Etymology of the place—Its situation—Geological
characters—Antiquity—Architectural features—Traditions—Commercial status.
EAST, or as it is sometimes denominated, MARKET LAVINGTON, distant from
London 89 miles, is situated about the middle, rather inclining to the
western, part of the county of Wiltshire, on the north side of the
extensive downs celebrated for the relics of a barbaric age, when human
victims were supposed to appease the anger of the gods, of which a
distant view is obtained on the road from Salisbury, near the Bustard
Inn, so called from a bird once found on this plain. It graced the table
of the new Mayor of Salisbury in former times on the day of his election
to the civic office; but is now obsolete. The hunting of this bird once
constituted a chief amusement to the neighbouring gentry. Lavington runs
in a north-easterly direction, forming a portion of the celebrated Vale
of Pewsey, reckoned the best and most fertile part of the county.
The etymology of this place like that of many others has probably
suffered by local corruptions, it is either of Saxon or Norman origin—a
word compounded of two others, _Lav_ or _Lave_ and _ton_. The former
might describe its position, the latter its quality or nature.
The names of places are frequently very descriptive of their situation,
as Wilton, near Salisbury, or, as it known in ancient records,
Willytown—the town on the Willy, a river running through it to Salisbury,
where it unites with other streams, and flows into the English Channel at
Christchurch. We propose to take this as our guide on the present
occasion, and establish our hypothesis by several concurrent facts.
The term _Lav_ or _Lave_ may either mean watered—washed, left, or hidden;
and the termination _ton_, which is a very general one, a town, as
Easterton, Littleton, Maddington, and Shrewton.
Situated as Lavington is at the foot of the downs, which rise to a
considerable altitude above it, with hills on the opposite side of nearly
equal height, seen from either it appears to lie in a complete basin,
every way adapted to act as a drain or receiver of water from the
uplands—a fact illustrated in the years 1841–2, when a great destruction
of property-took place at Shrewton, through inundations occasioned by the
accumulation of water by the rapid thaw
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Ancient States and Empires
For Colleges And Schools
By
John Lord LL.D.
Author of the "Old Roman World"
"Modern History" &c.
New York
Charles Scribner & Company
1869
CONTENTS
PREFACE.
BOOK I. ANCIENT ORIENTAL NATIONS.
CHAPTER I. THE ANTEDILUVIAN WORLD.
CHAPTER II. POSTDILUVIAN HISTORY TO THE CALL OF ABRAHAM.--THE
PATRIARCHAL CONSTITUTION, AND THE DIVISION OF NATIONS.
CHAPTER III. THE HEBREW RACE FROM ABRAHAM TO THE SALE OF JOSEPH.
CHAPTER IV. EGYPT AND THE PHARAOHS.
CHAPTER V. THE JEWS UNTIL THE CONQUEST OF CANAAN.
CHAPTER VI. THE CONQUEST OF CANAAN TO THE ESTABLISHMENT OF THE KINGDOM
OF DAVID.
CHAPTER VII. THE JEWISH MONARCHY.
CHAPTER VIII. THE OLD CHALDEAN AND ASSYRIAN MONARCHIES.
CHAPTER IX. THE EMPIRE OF THE MEDES AND PERSIANS.
CHAPTER X. ASIA MINOR AND PHOENICIA.
CHAPTER XI. JEWISH HISTORY FROM THE BABYLONIAN CAPTIVITY TO THE BIRTH
OF CHRIST.--THE HIGH PRIESTS AND THE ASMONEAN AND IDUMEAN KINGS.
CHAPTER XII. THE ROMAN GOVERNORS.
BOOK II. THE GRECIAN STATES.
CHAPTER XIII. THE GEOGRAPHY OF ANCIENT GREECE AND ITS EARLY
INHABITANTS.
CHAPTER XIV. THE LEGENDS OF ANCIENT GREECE.
CHAPTER XV. THE GRECIAN STATES AND COLONIES TO THE PERSIAN WARS.
CHAPTER XVI. GRECIAN CIVILIZATION BEFORE THE PERSIAN WARS.
CHAPTER XVII. THE PERSIAN WAR.
CHAPTER XVIII. THE AGE OF PERICLES.
CHAPTER XIX. THE PELOPONNESIAN WAR.
CHAPTER XX. MARCH OF CYRUS AND RETREAT OF THE TEN THOUSAND GREEKS.
CHAPTER XXI. THE LACEDAEMONIAN EMPIRE.
CHAPTER XXII. THE REPUBLIC OF THEBES.
CHAPTER XXIII. DIONYSIUS AND SICILY.
CHAPTER XXIV. PHILIP OF MACEDON.
CHAPTER XXV. ALEXANDER THE GREAT.
BOOK III. THE ROMAN EMPIRE.
CHAPTER XXVI. ROME IN ITS INFANCY, UNDER KINGS.
CHAPTER XXVII. THE ROMAN REPUBLIC TILL THE INVASION OF THE GAULS.
CHAPTER XXVIII. THE CONQUEST OF ITALY.
CHAPTER XXIX. THE FIRST PUNIC WAR.
CHAPTER XXX. THE SECOND PUNIC OR HANNIBALIC WAR.
CHAPTER XXXI. THE MACEDONIAN AND ASIATIC WARS.
CHAPTER XXXII. THE THIRD PUNIC WAR.
CHAPTER XXXIII. ROMAN CONQUESTS FROM THE FALL OF CARTHAGE TO THE TIMES
OF THE GRACCHI.
CHAPTER XXXIV. ROMAN CIVILIZATION AT THE CLOSE OF THE THIRD PUNIC WAR,
AND THE FALL OF GREECE.
CHAPTER XXXV. THE REFORM MOVEMENT OF THE GRACCHI.
CHAPTER XXXVI. THE WARS WITH JUGURTHA AND THE CIMBRI.--MARIUS.
CHAPTER XXXVII. THE REVOLT OF ITALY, AND THE SOCIAL WAR.--MARIUS AND
SULLA.
CHAPTER XXXVIII. THE MITHRIDATIC AND CIVIL WARS.--MARIUS AND SULLA.
CHAPTER XXXIX. ROME FROM THE DEATH OF SULLA TO THE GREAT CIVIL WARS OF
CAESAR AND POMPEY.--CICERO, POMPEY, AND CAESAR.
CHAPTER XL. THE CIVIL WARS BETWEEN CAESAR AND POMPEY.
CHAPTER XLI. THE CIVIL WARS FOLLOWING THE DEATH OF
CAESAR.--ANTONIUS.--AUGUSTUS.
CHAPTER XLII. THE ROMAN EMPIRE ON THE ACCESSION OF AUGUSTUS.
CHAPTER XLIII. THE SIX CAESARS OF THE JULIAN LINE.
CHAPTER XLIV. THE CLIMAX OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE.
CHAPTER XLV. THE DECLINE OF THE EMPIRE.
CHAPTER XLVI. THE FALL OF THE EMPIRE.
Advertisements.
Footnotes
PREFACE.
This work is designed chiefly for educational purposes, since there is
still felt the need of some book, which, within moderate limits, shall
give a connected history of the ancient world.
The author lays no claim to original investigation in so broad a field. He
simply has aimed to present the salient points--the most important events
and characters of four thousand years, in a connected narrative, without
theories or comments, and without encumbering the book with details of
comparatively little interest. Most of the ancient histories for schools,
have omitted to notice those great movements to which the Scriptures
refer; but these are here briefly presented, since their connection with
the Oriental world is intimate and impressive, and ought not to be
omitted, even on secular grounds. What is history without a Divine
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HISTORY OF THE UNITED NETHERLANDS
Volume II.
From the Death of William the Silent to the Twelve Year's Truce--1609
By John Lothrop Motley
CHAPTER IX. 1586
Military Plans in the Netherlands--The Elector and Electorate of
Cologne--Martin Schenk--His Career before serving the States--
Franeker University founded--Parma attempts Grave--Battle on the
Meuse--Success and Vainglory of Leicester--St. George's Day
triumphantly kept at Utrecht--Parma not so much appalled as it was
thought--He besieges and reduces Grave--And is Master of the Meuse--
Leicester's Rage at the Surrender of Grave--His Revenge--Parma on
the Rhine--He besieges aid assaults Neusz--Horrible Fate of the
Garrison and City--Which Leicester was unable to relieve--Asel
surprised by Maurice and Sidney--The Zeeland Regiment given to
Sidney--Condition of the Irish and English Troops--Leicester takes
the Field--He reduces Doesburg--He lays siege to Zutphen--Which
Parma prepares to relieve--The English intercept the Convoy--Battle
of Warnsfeld--Sir Philip Sidney wounded--Results of the Encounter--
Death of Sidney at Arnheim--Gallantry of Edward Stanley.
Five great rivers hold the Netherland territory in their coils. Three are
but slightly separated--the Yssel, Waal, and ancient Rhine, while the
Scheldt and, Meuse are spread more widely asunder. Along each of these
streams were various fortified cities, the possession of which, in those
days, when modern fortification was in its infancy, implied the control
of the surrounding country. The lower part of all the rivers, where they
mingled with the sea and became wide estuaries, belonged to the Republic,
for the coasts and the ocean were in the hands of the Hollanders and
English. Above, the various strong places were alternately in the hands
of the Spaniards and of the patriots. Thus Antwerp, with the other
Scheldt cities, had fallen into Parma's power, but Flushing, which
controlled them all, was held by Philip Sidney for the Queen and States.
On the Meuse, Maastricht and Roermond were Spanish, but Yenloo, Grave,
Meghem, and other towns, held for the commonwealth. On the Waal, the town
of Nymegen had, through the dexterity of Martin Schenk, been recently
transferred to the royalists, while the rest of that river's course was
true to the republic. The Rhine, strictly so called, from its entrance
into Netherland, belonged to the rebels. Upon its elder branch, the
Yssel, Zutphen was in Parma's hands, while, a little below, Deventer had
been recently and adroitly saved by Leicester and Count Meurs from
falling into the same dangerous grasp.
Thus the triple Rhine, after it had crossed the German frontier, belonged
mainly, although not exclusively, to the States. But on the edge of the
Batavian territory, the ancient river, just before dividing itself into
its three branches, flowed through a debatable country which was even
more desolate and forlorn, if possible, than the land of the obedient
Provinces.
This unfortunate district was the archi-episcopal electorate of Cologne.
The city of Cologne itself, Neusz, and Rheinberg, on the river, Werll and
other places in Westphalia and the whole country around, were endangered,
invaded, ravaged, and the inhabitants plundered, murdered, and subjected
to every imaginable outrage, by rival bands of highwaymen, enlisted in
the support of the two rival bishops--beggars, outcasts, but high-born
and learned churchmen both--who disputed the electorate.
At the commencement of the year a portion of the bishopric was still in
the control of the deposed Protestant elector Gebhard Truchsess, assisted
of course by the English and the States. The city of Cologne was held by
the Catholic elector, Ernest of Bavaria, bishop of Liege; but Neusz and
Rheinberg were in the hands of the Dutch republic.
The military operations of the year were, accordingly, along the Meuse,
where the main object of Parma was to wrest Grave From the Netherlands;
along the Waal, where, on the other hand, the patriots wished to recover
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LUTHER'S
SMALL CATECHISM
_Explained in Questions and Answers_
BY
H. U. Sverdrup,
Late Pastor in the Church of Norway.
ABRIDGED
Translated from the Norwegian
By H. A. URSETH
THIRD EDITION
MINNEAPOLIS, MINN.
THE FREE CHURCH BOOK CONCERN
1906.
COPYRIGHTED BY
THE FREE CHURCH BOOK CONCERN
1900.
PREFACE.
In 1897 the present publishers issued in Norwegian an Explanation of
Luther's Small Catechism by Pastor H. U. Sverdrup, being an abridged
edition of a larger work by the same author, based on Dr.
Pontoppidan's Explanation of the Catechism. Some alterations were made
in the answers to questions 244-252. The present work is a translation
of this abridged and slightly altered edition.
A literal translation has been avoided rather than sought; an attempt
has been made to render the original in the simplest and strongest
English, and to avoid words and expressions with which the young are
little familiar.
In the catechism proper the Standard English Catechism Version has
been followed when it did not interfere with the plan stated above.
But departures have been made reluctantly and only when simplicity and
clearness seemed to be gained thereby. It is not thought that these
few changes will cause any disturbance.
Scripture quotations have been added somewhat freely from the larger
edition.
As the needs of our English speaking young people have been constantly
borne in mind during the preparation of this translation, it is hoped
that the book may not fail to carry some blessing to them.
October, 1900.
_The Translator._
LUTHER'S SMALL CATECHISM.
PART ONE.
THE TEN COMMANDMENTS.
THE FIRST COMMANDMENT.
=Thou shalt have no other gods before me.=
_That is_,
We should fear, love, and trust in God above all things.
THE SECOND COMMANDMENT.
=Thou shalt not take the name of the Lord thy God in vain; for the
Lord will not hold him guiltless that taketh his name in vain.=
_That is_,
We should fear and love God, and not curse, swear, conjure, lie, or
deceive by His name, but call upon His name in every time of need, and
worship Him with prayer, praise, and thanksgiving.
THE THIRD COMMANDMENT.
=Remember the Sabbath day to keep it holy.=
_That is_,
We should fear and love God, and not despise or neglect His Word, but
deem it holy and gladly hear and learn it.
THE FOURTH COMMANDMENT.
=Honor thy father and thy mother, that it may be well with thee, and
thou mayest live long on the earth.=
_That is_,
We should fear and love God, and not despise or give offense to our
parents or superiors; but honor, serve, obey, love, and esteem them.
THE FIFTH COMMANDMENT.
=Thou shalt not kill.=
_That is_,
We should fear and love God, and not hurt or harm our neighbor in his
body, but help and befriend him in all bodily distress.
THE SIXTH COMMANDMENT.
=Thou shalt not commit adultery.=
_That is_,
We should fear and love God, and live a chaste and pure life, in words
and deeds, husband and wife loving and honoring each other.
THE SEVENTH COMMANDMENT.
=Thou shalt not steal.=
_That is_,
We should fear and love God, and not take our neighbor's money or
property, nor get it by unfair dealing or other dishonesty, but help
him to improve and protect his property and living.
THE EIGHTH COMMANDMENT.
=Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor.=
_That is_,
We should fear and love God, and not tell lies about our neighbor, nor
betray, slander, or defame him; but excuse him, speak well of him, and
look upon all his acts as well-meant.
THE NINTH COMMANDMENT.
=Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's house.=
_That is_,
We should fear and love God, and not by deceit or craft seek to gain
our neighbor's inheritance or home, nor try to get it though we seem
to have some right thereto, but help him to keep his own.
THE TENTH COMMANDMENT.
=Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor's wife, nor his man-servant, nor
his maid-servant, nor his cattle, nor anything that is his.=
_That is_,
We should fear and love God, and not estrange, force, or entice away
from our neighbor, his wife, servants, or cattle, but urge them to
stay and do their duty.
_What does God say of all his commandments?_
=I the Lord thy God am a jealous God, visiting the iniquity of the
fathers upon the children unto the third and fourth generation of them
that hate me; and showing mercy unto thousands of them that love me,
and keep my commandments.=
_That is_,
God threatens to punish all who transgress these commandments; we
should therefore fear His wrath, and do nothing against them.
On the other hand He promises grace and every blessing to all who keep
these commandments; we should therefore love Him and trust in Him, and
gladly do according to His commandments.
PART TWO.
THE THREE ARTICLES OF THE CREED.
THE FIRST ARTICLE.
CONCERNING CREATION.
=I believe in God the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and earth.=
_That is_,
I believe that God has made me and all other creatures; that He has
given me body and soul, eyes, ears, and all other members, my reason,
and all my senses.
I also believe that He preserves all He has made, and that He daily
provides me with all I need, giving me clothing and food, home and
family, and every good thing.
I further believe that He protects me from all danger, and keeps me
from all evil; not because I have deserved it, but because He is a
loving and merciful Father.
For all these blessings it is my duty to serve Him thankfully and
obediently all the days of my life.
All this is certainly true.
THE SECOND ARTICLE.
CONCERNING REDEMPTION.
=I believe in Jesus Christ His only Son, our Lord; who was conceived
by the Holy Ghost, born of the Virgin Mary; suffered under Pontius
Pilate, was crucified, dead, and buried; He descended into hell; the
third day He arose again from the dead; He ascended into heaven, and
sitteth on the right hand of God the Father Almighty; from whence He
shall come to judge the quick and the dead.=
_That is_,
I believe that Jesus Christ is true God, begotten of the Father from
eternity; I also believe that He is true man, born of the Virgin Mary;
that He is my Lord, who has redeemed me, a lost and condemned sinner;
who has freed me from sin, from death, and from the power of Satan,
not with gold or silver but with His holy and precious blood and His
innocent death.
All this He has done that I might be His own, and that I might serve
Him in righteousness, innocence, and happiness, and live and reign
with Him in His kingdom forever, even as He arose from the dead, lives
and reigns through all eternity.
All this is certainly true.
THE THIRD ARTICLE.
CONCERNING SANCTIFICATION.
=I believe in the Holy Ghost; the holy Christian church, the communion
of saints; the forgiveness of sins; the resurrection of the body; and
life everlasting. Amen.=
_That is_,
I believe that I cannot through my own strength believe in Jesus
Christ my Lord, or come to Him. This is the work of the Holy Spirit
alone, who has called me through the gospel, enlightened me with His
gifts, and sanctified and preserved me in the true faith;
Even as he calls, gathers, enlightens, and sanctifies the whole
Christian church on earth, and preserves it in fellowship with Jesus
Christ in the one true faith.
In this Christian church He daily forgives me and all believers all
our sins, and He will raise up me and all the dead on the last day,
and will give me and all believers everlasting life.
All this is certainly true.
PART THREE.
THE LORD'S PRAYER.
=Our Father who art in heaven.=
_That is_,
God would hereby tenderly invite us to believe that He is truly our
Father, and we are truly His children, so that we may ask of Him with
all cheerfulness and confidence, as dear children ask of their dear
father.
THE FIRST PETITION.
=Hallowed be Thy name.=
_That is_,
The name of God is indeed holy in itself; but we pray in this petition
that it may be hallowed also among us.
This is done when the Word of God is rightly taught, and when we as
the children of God live holy lives in obedience to the Word. This
grant us, heavenly Father.
THE SECOND PETITION.
=Thy kingdom come.=
_That is_,
The kingdom of God comes indeed of itself, without our prayer, but we
pray in this petition that it may come also to us.
This is done when our heavenly Father gives us His Holy Spirit, so
that by His grace we believe the Word of God, and live holy and
Christ-like lives here in time, and in heaven forever.
THE THIRD PETITION.
=Thy will be done on earth, as it is in heaven.=
_That is_,
The good and gracious will of God is done indeed without our prayer;
but we pray in this petition that it may be done also among us.
This is done when God brings to nothing all evil plans and purposes of
the devil, the world, and our own flesh, that would hinder the
hallowing of His name and the coming of His kingdom.
On the other hand, it is the good and gracious will of God to strengthen
us and keep us steadfast in His Word and in faith, until death.
THE FOURTH PETITION.
=Give us this day our daily bread.=
_That is_,
God gives daily bread indeed without our prayer even to the wicked;
but we pray in this petition that He would help us to appreciate His
benefits, that we may receive our daily bread with thanksgiving.
By daily bread is meant all those things which are needed for our
support and well-being in life, as food and clothing, home and property,
happy family relations, a good government, favorable weather, peace and
health, faithful friends, good neighbors, and the like.
THE FIFTH PETITION.
=And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass
against us.=
_That is_,
We pray in this petition that our Father in heaven would not look upon
our sins, nor, on account of them, deny our prayer, for we are not
worthy of anything we ask, neither have we deserved it; but we pray
that He would give it to us out of His mercy; for we sin every day,
and deserve nothing but punishment.
And we on our part will heartily forgive those who have sinned against
us, and return good for evil.
THE SIXTH PETITION.
=And lead us not into temptation.=
_That is_,
God indeed tempts no one, but we pray in this petition that He would
guard and keep us from the devil, the world, and our own flesh, that
we fall not, through their deceit, into unbelief, despair, or other
sins; but we pray that although we be thus tempted, we may overcome
the temptation, and remain victorious.
THE SEVENTH PETITION.
=But deliver us from evil.=
_That is_,
We pray in this petition, in general, that our Father in heaven would
deliver us from all evil, affecting body and soul, property and honor,
and at last grant us a blessed end, and graciously take us from this
world of sorrow to Himself in heaven.
_What are the closing words of the Lord's Prayer?_
=For Thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory, for ever and
ever. Amen.=
_That is_,
We should remember that God is able to answer our prayer, and that the
glory belongs to Him alone, when we get according to our prayer.
_Why is the word "Amen" added?_
It is added in order that I may be fully assured that these petitions
are acceptable to our Father in heaven, and are heard by Him.
PART FOUR.
THE SACRAMENT OF BAPTISM.
_What is Baptism?_
Baptism is not water alone, but it is water comprehended in God's
command, and united with His Word.
_What is God's command concerning Baptism?_
It is given in the words of Christ in the last chapter of Matthew:
="Go ye, therefore, and teach all nations, baptizing them in the name
of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost."=
_What benefit do we have from Baptism?_
Baptism works the forgiveness of sins, delivers from death and the
devil, and gives everlasting life to all who believe what the Word and
promises of God declare.
_What is God's promise concerning Baptism?_
It is given in the words of Christ in the sixteenth chapter of Mark:
="He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved; but he that
believeth not shall be condemned."=
_How can water do such great things?_
It is not water indeed that does it, but the Word of God, which is in
and with the water, and faith which trusts this Word of God in the
water.
For without the Word of God, the water is water alone, and no Baptism.
But with the Word of God it is a Baptism, that is, a gracious water of
life and a washing of regeneration in the Holy Ghost; as Paul says in
the third chapter of the epistle to Titus:
"According to His mercy He saved us, by the washing of regeneration,
and renewing of the Holy Ghost; which He shed on us abundantly through
Jesus Christ our Savior; that being justified by His grace, we should
be made heirs according to the hope of eternal life."
_What does the baptizing with water signify?_
It signifies that the old man in us should, by daily sorrow and
repentance, be drowned and die, with all sins and evil desires; and
again a new man daily appear more and more, who shall live before God
in righteousness and purity forever.
PART FIVE.
THE SACRAMENT OF THE LORD'S SUPPER.
_What is the Lord's Supper?_
It is the true body and blood of our Lord Jesus Christ, under bread and
wine, instituted by Christ Himself for Christians to eat and to drink.
_Repeat the Words of Institution._
="Our Lord Jesus Christ, in the night in which He was betrayed, took
bread, and when He had given thanks, He brake it and gave it to His
disciples, saying, Take, eat; this is my body, which is given for you;
this do in remembrance of me.=
="After the same manner, also, when He had supped, He took the cup,
and when He had given thanks, He gave it to them, saying, Drink ye all
of it; this cup is the New Testament in my blood, which is shed for
you, and for many, for the remission of sins; this do, as oft as ye
drink it, in remembrance of me."=
_What benefit do we have from the Lord's Supper?_
It is shown by these words: "Given and shed for you, for the remission
of sins;" namely, that in the sacrament forgiveness of sins, life, and
salvation are given us through these words. For where there is
forgiveness of sins, there is also life and salvation.
_How can bodily eating and drinking do such great things?_
It is not the eating and drinking, indeed, that does it, but the words
which stand here: "Given and shed for you, for the remission of sins."
These words, together with the bodily eating and drinking, are the
chief thing in the sacrament; and He that believes these words, has
what they say and mean, namely, the forgiveness of sins.
_Who, then, receive this sacrament worthily?_
Fasting and bodily preparation are indeed a good outward practise;
But he alone is truly worthy and well prepared, who believes these
words: "Given and shed for you, for the remission of sins."
But he who believes not these words is unworthy and unprepared. The
words, "=for you=" require truly believing hearts.
INTRODUCTION.
_1. What is God's will concerning man?_
God willeth that all men should be saved, and come to the knowledge of
the truth. 1 Tim. 2:4.
_2. Where does God show us how we may be saved?_
In the holy Scriptures, also called the Bible.
_3. Who wrote the Bible?_
The holy prophets, evangelists, and apostles wrote the Bible.
_4. But how can their word be the Word of God?_
The Spirit of God revealed to them what to speak and write.
=2 Pet. 1:21. [R. V.] Men spoke from God, being moved by the Holy
Ghost.=
=2 Tim. 3:16. All scripture is given by inspiration of God, and
is profitable for doctrine, for reproof, for correction, for
instruction in righteousness.=
_5. What must we do to experience personally that their word is
the Word of God?_
We must obey the Word and receive it into our hearts.
=John 7:17. If any man will do his will, he shall know of the
doctrine, whether it be of God, or whether I speak of myself.=
_6. Is the Bible then the only safe rule of our faith and duty?_
Yes; the Bible alone contains full information of the will of God
concerning our salvation.
_7. How do we rightly use the Word of God?_
We must first look to God for the light of His Spirit, and
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POLLY OF THE CIRCUS
By Margaret Mayo
To My "_KLEINE MUTTER_"
Chapter I
The band of the "Great American Circus" was playing noisily. The
performance was in full swing.
Beside a shabby trunk in the women's dressing tent sat a young,
wistful-faced girl, chin in hand, unheeding the chatter of the women
about her or the picturesque disarray of the surrounding objects. Her
eyes had been so long accustomed to the glitter and tinsel of circus
fineries that she saw nothing unusual in a picture that might have held
a painter spellbound.
Circling the inside of the tent and forming a double line down the
centre were partially unpacked trunks belching forth impudent masses
of satins, laces, artificial hair, paper flowers, and paste jewels.
The scent of moist earth mingled oddly with the perfumed odours of the
garments heaped on the grass. Here and there high circles of lights
threw a strong, steady glare upon the half-clad figure of a robust
acrobat, or the thin, drooping shoulders of a less stalwart sister.
Temporary ropes stretched from one pole to another, were laden with
bright- stockings, gaudy, spangled gowns, or dusty street
clothes, discarded by the performers before slipping into their circus
attire. There were no nails or hooks, so hats and veils were pinned to
the canvas walls.
The furniture was limited to one camp chair in front of each trunk,
the till of which served as a tray for the paints, powders and other
essentials of "make-up."
A pail of water stood by the side of each chair, so that the performers
might wash the delicately shaded tights, handkerchiefs and other small
articles not to be entrusted to the slow, careless process of the
village laundry. Some of these had been washed to-night and hung to dry
on the lines between the dusty street garments.
Women whose "turns" came late sat about half-clothed reading, crocheting
or sewing, while others added pencilled eyebrows, powder or rouge to
their already exaggerated "make-ups." Here and there a child was putting
her sawdust baby to sleep in the till of her trunk, before beginning
her part in the evening's entertainment. Young and old went about their
duties with a systematic, business-like air, and even the little knot
of excited women near Polly--it seemed that one of the men had upset a
circus tradition--kept a sharp lookout for their "turns."
"What do you think about it, Polly?" asked a handsome brunette, as she
surveyed herself in the costume of a Roman charioteer.
"About what?" asked Polly vacantly.
"Leave Poll alone; she's in one of her trances!" called a motherly,
good-natured woman whose trunk stood next to Polly's, and whose business
was to support a son and three daughters upon stalwart shoulders, both
figuratively and literally.
"Well, _I_ ain't in any trance," answered the dark girl, "and _I_ think
it's pretty tough for him to take up with a rank outsider, and expect
us to warm up to her as though he'd married one of our own folks." She
tossed her head, the pride of class distinction welling high in her
ample bosom.
"He ain't asking us to warm up to her," contradicted Mademoiselle
Eloise, a pale, light-haired sprite, who had arrived late and was making
undignified efforts to get out of her clothes by way of her head. She
was Polly's understudy and next in line for the star place in the bill.
"Well, Barker has put her into the 'Leap of Death' stunt, ain't he?"
continued the brunette. "'Course that ain't a regular circus act,"
she added, somewhat mollified, "and so far she's had to dress with
the 'freaks,' but the next thing we know, he'll be ringin' her in on a
regular stunt and be puttin' her in to dress with US."
"No danger of that," sneered the blonde; "Barker is too old a stager to
mix up his sheep and his goats."
Polly had again lost the thread of the conversation. Her mind had
gone roving to the night when the frightened girl about whom they
were talking had made her first appearance in the circus lot, clinging
timidly to the hand of the man who had just made her his wife. Her eyes
had met Polly's, with a look of appeal that had gone straight to the
child's simple heart.
A few nights later the newcomer had allowed herself to be strapped into
the cumbersome "Leap of Death" machine which hurled itself through space
at each performance, and flung itself down with force enough to break
the neck of any unskilled rider. Courage and steady nerve were the
requisites for the job, so the manager had said; but any physician would
have told him that only a trained acrobat could long endure the nervous
strain, the muscular tension, and the physical rack of such an ordeal.
What matter? The few dollars earned in this way would mean a great deal
to the mother, whom the girl's marriage had left desolate.
Polly had looked on hungrily the night that the mother had taken the
daughter in her arms to say farewell in the little country town where
the circus had played before her marriage. She could remember no woman's
arms about HER, for it was fourteen years since tender hands had carried
her mother from the performers' tent into the moonlit lot to die. The
baby was so used to seeing "Mumsie" throw herself wearily on the ground
after coming out of the "big top" exhausted, that she crept to the
woman's side as usual that night, and gazed laughingly into the
sightless eyes, gurgling and prattling and stroking the unresponsive
face. There were tears from those who watched, but no word was spoken.
Clown Toby and the big "boss canvas-man" Jim had always taken turns
amusing and guarding little Polly, while her mother rode in the ring. So
Toby now carried the babe to another side of the lot, and Jim bore the
lifeless body of the mother to the distant ticket-wagon, now closed for
the night, and laid it upon the seller's cot.
"It's allus like this in the end," he murmured, as he drew a piece of
canvas over the white face and turned away to give orders to the men who
were beginning to load the "props" used earlier in the performance.
When the show moved on that night it was Jim's strong arms that lifted
the mite of a Polly close to his stalwart heart, and climbed with her to
the high seat on the head wagon. Uncle Toby was entrusted with the brown
satchel in which the mother had always carried Polly's scanty wardrobe.
It seemed to these two men that the eyes of the woman were fixed
steadily upon them.
Barker, the manager, a large, noisy, good-natured fellow, at first
mumbled something about the kid being "excess baggage," but his
objections were only half-hearted, for like the others, he was already
under the hypnotic spell of the baby's round, confiding eyes, and he
eventually contented himself with an occasional reprimand to Toby, who
was now sometimes late on his cues. Polly wondered, at these times,
why the old man's stories were so suddenly cut short just as she was so
"comfy" in the soft grass at his feet. The boys who used to "look sharp"
because of their boss at loading time, now learned that they might
loiter so long as "Muvver Jim" was "hikin' it round for the kid." It was
Polly who had dubbed big Jim "Muvver," and the sobriquet had stuck to
him in spite of his six feet two, and shoulders that an athlete might
have envied. Little by little, Toby grew more stooped and small lines
of anxiety crept into the brownish circles beneath Jim's eyes, the lips
that had once shut so firmly became tender and tremulous, but neither of
the men would willingly have gone back to the old emptiness.
It was a red letter day in the circus, when Polly first managed to climb
up on the pole of an unhitched wagon and from there to the back of
a friendly, Shetland pony. Jim and Toby had been "neglectin' her
eddication" they declared, and from that time on, the blood of Polly's
ancestors was given full encouragement.
Barker was quick to grasp the advantage of adding the kid to the daily
parade. She made her first appearance in the streets upon something very
like a Newfoundland dog, guarded from the rear by Jim, and from the fore
by a white-faced clown who was thought to be all the funnier because he
twisted his neck so much.
From the street parade to Polly's first appearance in the "big top,"
had seemed a short while to Jim and Toby. They were proud to see her
circling the ring in bright colours and to hear the cheers of the
people, but a sense of loss was upon them.
"I always said she'd do it," cried Barker, who now took upon himself the
credit of Polly's triumph.
And what a triumph it was!
Polly danced as serenely on Bingo's back as she might have done on the
"concert boards." She swayed gracefully with the music. Her tiny sandals
twinkled as she stood first upon one foot and then upon the other.
Uncle Toby forgot to use many of his tricks that night; and Jim left the
loading of the wagons to take care of itself, while he hovered near the
entrance, anxious and breathless. The performers crowded around the girl
with outstretched hands and congratulations, as she came out of the ring
to cheers and applause.
But Big Jim stood apart. He was thinking of the buttons that his clumsy
fingers used to force into the stiff, starchy holes too small for them
and of the pigtails so stubborn at the ends; and Toby was remembering
the little shoes that had once needed to be laced in the cold, dark
mornings, and the strings that were always snapping.
Something had gone.
They were not philosophers to reason like Emerson, that for everything
we lose we gain something; they were simple souls, these two, they could
only feel.
Chapter II
WHILE Polly sat in the dressing tent, listening indifferently to the
chatter about the "Leap of Death" girl, Jim waited in the lot outside,
opening and shutting a small, leather bag which he had bought for her
that day. He was as blind to the picturesque outdoor life as she to her
indoor surroundings, for he, too, had been with the circus since his
earliest recollection.
The grass enclosure, where he waited, was shut in by a circle of tents
and wagons. The great, red property vans were waiting to be loaded with
the costumes and tackle which were constantly being brought from the
"big top," where the evening performance was now going on. The gay
striped curtains at the rear of the tent were looped back to give air
to the panting musicians, who sat just inside. Through the opening,
a glimpse of the audience might be had, tier upon tier, fanning and
shifting uneasily. Near the main tent stood the long, low dressing
"top," with the women performers stowed away in one end, the "ring
horses" in the centre, and the men performers in the other end.
A temporary curtain was hung between the main and the dressing tent,
to shut out the curious mob that tried to peep in at the back lot for a
glimpse of things not to be seen in the ring.
streamers, fastened to the roofs of the tents, waved and
floated in the night air and beckoned to the towns-people on the other
side to make haste to get their places, forget their cares, and be
children again.
Over the tops of the tents, the lurid light of the distant red fire shot
into the sky, accompanied by the cries of the peanut "butchers," the
popcorn boys, the lemonade venders,{sic} and the exhortations of the
side-show "spieler," whose flying banners bore the painted reproductions
of his "freaks." Here and there stood unhitched chariots, half filled
trunks, trapeze tackle, paper hoops, stake pullers or other "properties"
necessary to the show.
Torches flamed at the tent entrances, while oil lamps and lanterns gave
light for the loading of the wagons.
There was a constant stream of life shooting in and out from the
dressing tent to the "big top," as gaily decked men, women and animals
came or went.
Drowsy dogs were stretched under the wagons, waiting their turn to be
dressed as lions or bears. The wise old goose, with his modest grey
mate, pecked at the green grass or turned his head from side to side,
watching the singing clown, who rolled up the painted carcass and long
neck of the imitation giraffe from which two property men had just
slipped, their legs still encased in stripes.
Ambitious canvas-men and grooms were exercising, feet in air, in the
hope of some day getting into the performers' ring. Property men stole a
minute's sleep in the soft warm grass while they waited for more tackle
to load in the wagons. Children of the performers were swinging on the
tent ropes, chattering monkeys sat astride the Shetland ponies, awaiting
their entrance to the ring. The shrieks of the hyenas in the distant
animal tent, the roaring of the lions and the trumpeting of the
elephants mingled with the incessant clamour of the band. And back of
all this, pointing upward in mute protest, rose a solemn church spire,
white and majestic against a vast panorama of blue, moonlit hills, that
encircled the whole lurid picture. Jim's eyes turned absently toward the
church as he sat fumbling with the lock of the little brown satchel.
He had gone from store to store in the various towns where they had
played looking for something to inspire wonder in the heart of a miss,
newly arrived at her sixteenth year. Only the desperation of a last
moment had forced him to decide upon the imitation alligator bag, which
he now held in his hand.
It looked small and mean to him as the moment of presentation
approached, and he was glad that the saleswoman in the little country
store had suggested the addition of ribbons and laces, which he now drew
from the pocket of his corduroys. He placed his red and blue treasures
very carefully in the bottom of the satchel, and remembered with regret
the strand of coral beads which he had so nearly bought to go with them.
He opened the large property trunk by his side, and took from it
a laundry box, which held a little tan coat, that was to be Toby's
contribution to the birthday surprise. He was big-hearted enough to be
glad that Toby's gift seemed finer and more useful than his.
It was only when the "Leap of Death" act preceding Polly's turn was
announced, that the big fellow gave up feasting his eyes on the satchel
and coat, and hid them away in the big property trunk. She would be out
in a minute, and these wonders were not to be revealed to her until the
close of the night's performance.
Jim put down the lid of the trunk and sat upon it, feeling like a
criminal because he was hiding something from Polly.
His consciousness of guilt was increased as he recalled how often she
had forbidden Toby and himself to rush into reckless extravagances for
her sake, and how she had been more nearly angry than he had ever seen
her, when they had put their month's salaries together to buy her the
spangled dress for her first appearance. It had taken a great many
apologies and promises as to their future behaviour to calm her, and now
they had again disobeyed her. It would be a great relief when to-night's
ordeal was over.
Jim watched Polly uneasily as she came from the dressing tent and
stopped to gaze at the nearby church steeple. The incongruity of the
slang, that soon came from her delicately formed lips, was lost upon him
as she turned her eyes toward him.
"Say, Jim," she said, with a Western drawl, "them's a funny lot of guys
what goes to them church places, ain't they?"
"Most everybody has got some kind of a bug," Jim assented; "I guess they
don't do much harm."
"'Member the time you took me into one of them places to get me out a
the rain, the Sunday our wagon broke down? Well, that bunch WE butted
into wouldn't a give Sell's Brothers no cause for worry with that show
a' theirn, would they, Jim?" She looked at him with withering disgust.
"Say, wasn't that the punkiest stunt that fellow in black was doin' on
the platform? You said Joe was only ten minutes gettin' the tire onto
our wheel, but say, you take it from me, Jim, if I had to wait another
ten minutes as long as that one, I'd be too old to go on a-ridin'."
Jim "'lowed" some church shows might be better than "that un," but Polly
said he could have her end of the bet, and summed up by declaring it no
wonder that the yaps in these towns was daffy about circuses, if they
didn't have nothin' better an' church shows to go to.
One of the grooms was entering the lot with Polly's horse. She stooped
to tighten one of her sandals, and as she rose, Jim saw her sway
slightly and put one hand to her head. He looked at her sharply,
remembering her faintness in the parade that morning.
"You ain't feeling right," he said uneasily.
"You just bet I am," Polly answered with an independent toss of her
head. "This is the night we're goin' to make them rubes in there sit up,
ain't it, Bingo?" she added, placing one arm affectionately about the
neck of the big, white horse that stood waiting near the entrance.
"You bin ridin' too reckless lately," said Jim, sternly, as he followed
her. "I don't like it. There ain't no need of your puttin' in all them
extra stunts. Your act is good enough without 'em. Nobody else ever done
'em, an' nobody'd miss 'em if you left 'em out."
Polly turned with a triumphant ring in her voice. The music was swelling
for her entrance.
"You
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PERKINS OF PORTLAND
PERKINS THE GREAT
By Ellis Parker Butler
BOSTON HERBERT B. TURNER & CO. 1906
I. MR. PERKINS OF PORTLAND
THERE was very little about Perkins that was not peculiar. To mention
his peculiarities would be a long task; he was peculiar from the ground
up. His shoes had rubber soles, his hat had peculiar mansard ventilators
on each side, his garments were vile as to fit, and altogether he had
the appearance of being a composite picture.
We first met in the Golden Hotel office in Cleveland, Ohio. I was
reading a late copy of a morning paper and smoking a very fairish sort
of cigar, when a hand was laid on my arm. I turned and saw in the chair
beside me a beaming face.
"Just read that!" he said, poking an envelope under my nose. "No, no!"
he cried; "on the back of it."
What I read was:
"Perkins's Patent Porous Plaster Makes all pains and aches fly faster."
"Great, isn't it?" he asked, before I could express myself. "That first
line, 'Perkins's Patent Porous Plaster,' just takes the cake. And the
last line! That is a gem, if I do say it myself. Has the whole story in
seven words. 'All pains and aches!' Everything from sore feet to
backache; all the way from A to Z in the dictionary of diseases.
Comprehensive as a presidential message. Full of meat as a refrigerator-
car. 'Fly faster!' Faster than any other patent med. or dope would make
them fly. 'Makes!' They've got to fly! See? 'Perkins's Patent Porous
Plaster MAKES all pains and aches fly faster,''makes ALL pains and
aches fly faster,''makes
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MEMOIRS OF JACQUES CASANOVA de SEINGALT 1725-1798
VENETIAN YEARS, Volume 1e--MILAN AND MANTUA
THE RARE UNABRIDGED LONDON EDITION OF 1894 TRANSLATED BY ARTHUR MACHEN TO
WHICH HAS BEEN ADDED THE CHAPTERS DISCOVERED BY ARTHUR SYMONS.
MILAN AND MANTUA
CHAPTER XX
Slight Misfortunes Compel Me to Leave Venice--My Adventures in Milan and
Mantua
On Low Sunday Charles paid us a visit with his lovely wife, who seemed
totally indifferent to what Christine used to be. Her hair dressed with
powder did not please me as well as the raven black of her beautiful
locks, and her fashionable town attire did not, in my eyes, suit her as
well as her rich country dress. But the countenances of husband and wife
bore the stamp of happiness. Charles reproached me in a friendly manner
because I had not called once upon them, and, in order to atone for my
apparent negligence, I went to see them the next day with M. Dandolo.
Charles told me that his wife was idolized by his aunt and his sister who
had become her bosom friend; that she was kind, affectionate, unassuming,
and of a disposition which enforced affection. I was no less pleased with
this favourable state of things than with the facility with which
Christine was learning the Venetian dialect.
When M. Dandolo and I called at their house, Charles was not at home;
Christine was alone with his two relatives. The most friendly welcome was
proffered to us, and in the course of conversation the aunt praised the
progress made by Christine in her writing very highly, and asked her to
let me see her copy-book. I followed her to the next room, where she told
me that she was very happy; that every day she discovered new virtues in
her husband. He had told her, without the slightest appearance of
suspicion of displeasure, that he knew that we had spent two days
together in Treviso, and that he had laughed at the well-meaning fool who
had given him that piece of information in the hope of raising a cloud in
the heaven of their felicity.
Charles was truly endowed with all the virtues, with all the noble
qualities of an honest and distinguished man. Twenty-six years afterwards
I happened to require the assistance of his purse, and found him my true
friend. I never was a frequent visitor at his house, and he appreciated
my delicacy. He died a few months before my last departure from Venice,
leaving his widow in easy circumstances, and three well-educated sons,
all with good positions, who may, for what I know, be still living with
their mother.
In June I went to the fair at Padua, and made the acquaintance of a young
man of my own age, who was then studying mathematics under the celebrated
Professor Succi. His name was Tognolo, but thinking it did not sound
well, he changed it for that of Fabris. He became, in after years, Comte
de Fabris, lieutenant-general under Joseph II., and died Governor of
Transylvania. This man, who owed his high fortune to his talents, would,
perhaps, have lived and died unknown if he had kept his name of Tognolo,
a truly vulgar one. He was from Uderzo, a large village of the Venetian
Friuli. He had a brother in the Church, a man of parts, and a great
gamester, who, having a deep knowledge of the world, had taken the name
of Fabris, and the younger brother had to assume it likewise. Soon
afterwards he bought an estate with the title of count, became a Venetian
nobleman, and his origin as a country bumpkin was forgotten. If he had
kept his name of Tognolo it would have injured him, for he could not have
pronounced it without reminding his hearers of what is called, by the
most contemptible of prejudices, low extraction, and the privileged
class, through an absurd error, does not admit the possibility of a
peasant having talent or genius. No doubt a time will come when society,
more enlightened, and therefore more reasonable, will acknowledge that
noble feelings, honour, and heroism can be found in every condition of
life as easily as in a class, the blood of which is not always exempt
from the taint of a misalliance.
The new count, while he allowed others to forget his origin, was too wise
to forget it himself, and in legal documents he always signed his family
name as well as the one he had adopted. His brother had offered him two
ways to win fortune in the world, leaving him perfectly free in his
choice. Both required an expenditure of one thousand sequins, but the
abbe had put the amount aside for that purpose. My friend had to choose
between the sword of Mars and the bird of Minerva. The ab
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harmonized. Italic text has been marked with _underscores_.
Obvious typos have been corrected. Please see the end of this book
for further notes.
THE STORY OF THE HILLS.
[Illustration]
[Illustration: NORHAM CASTLE. AFTER TURNER.]
THE
STORY OF THE HILLS.
A BOOK ABOUT MOUNTAINS
FOR GENERAL READERS.
BY
REV. H. N. HUTCHINSON, B.A., F.G.S.
AUTHOR OF "THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF THE EARTH."
With Sixteen Full-page Illustrations.
They are as a great and noble architecture, first giving shelter,
comfort, and rest; and covered also with mighty sculpture and painted
legend.--RUSKIN.
New York:
MACMILLAN AND CO.
AND LONDON.
1892.
_Copyright, 1891_,
BY MACMILLAN AND CO.
University Press:
JOHN WILSON AND SON, CAMBRIDGE, U.S.A.
TO
ALL WHO LOVE MOUNTAINS AND HILLS
This little Book is Dedicated,
IN THE HOPE THAT EVEN A SLIGHT KNOWLEDGE OF THEIR PLACE IN
NATURE, AND PREVIOUS HISTORY, MAY ADD TO THE WONDER AND DELIGHT
WITH WHICH WE LOOK UPON THESE NOBLE FEATURES OF THE SURFACE OF
THE EARTH.
PREFACE.
Now that travelling is no longer a luxury for
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[Illustration: CAPT. JOHN BROWN]
The Raid of John Brown at Harper's
Ferry As I Saw It.
BY
REV. SAMUEL VANDERLIP LEECH, D. D.
_Author of "Ingersoll and The Bible," "The Three Inebriates," "From West
Virginia to Pompeii," "Seven Elements in Successful Preaching," Etc._
PUBLISHED BY THE AUTHOR.
THE DESOTO
WASHINGTON, D. C.
1909
Copyright by S. V. Leech, 1909.
THE RAID OF JOHN BROWN AT HARPER'S FERRY AS I SAW IT.
_By REV. SAMUEL VANDERLIP LEECH, D. D._
The town of Harper's Ferry is located in Jefferson County, West
Virginia. Lucerne, in Switzerland does not excel it in romantic grandeur
of situation. On its northern front the Potomac sweeps along to pass the
national capital, and the tomb of Washington, in its silent flow towards
the sea. On its eastern side the Shenandoah hurries to empty its waters
into the Potomac, that in perpetual wedlock they may greet the stormy
Atlantic. Across the Potomac the Maryland Heights stand out as the tall
sentinels of Nature. Beyond the Shenandoah are the Blue Ridge mountains,
fringing the westward boundary of Loudon County, Virginia. Between these
rivers, and nestling inside of their very confluence, reposes Harper's
Ferry. Back of its hills lies the famous Shenandoah Valley, celebrated
for its natural scenery, its historic battles and "Sheridan's Ride." At
Harper's Ferry the United States authorities early located an Arsenal
and an Armory.
Before the Civil War, the Baltimore Conference of the Methodist
Episcopal Church was constituted of five extensive districts in
Virginia, stretching from Alexandria to Lewisburg and two great
districts north of the Potomac, including the cities of Washington and
Baltimore. The first three years of my ministerial life I spent on
Shepherdstown, West Loudon and Hillsboro Circuits, being then all in
Virginia. The State of West Virginia, now embracing Harper's Ferry, had
not been organized by Congress as a war measure out of the territory of
the mother State. Our Methodist Episcopal Church was theoretically an
anti-slavery organization; but our Virginia and Maryland members held
thousands of inherited and many purchased slaves. These were generally
well-cared for and contented. Being close to the free soil of
Pennsylvania they could have gotten there in a night had they wished to
escape bondage, and then they could have easily reached Canada by that
Northern aid, called the "Underground Railroad."
On the Sunday night when John Brown and his men invaded Virginia, I
slept within a half mile of Harper's Ferry. That day I inaugurated
revival services at my westward appointment called "Ebenezer," in Loudon
County two miles from Harper's Ferry. I was twenty-two years of age.
Three months before this raid Captain John Brown with two of his sons,
Owen and Oliver, and Jeremiah G. Anderson, calling themselves "Isaac
Smith and Sons" rented a small farm on the Maryland side of the Potomac
four miles from Harper's Ferry. It was known as the "Booth-Kennedy
Place." They also carried on across the mountains at Chambersburg,
Pennsylvania, a small hardware store managed by John H. Kagi. It was a
depot for the munitions of war to be hauled to their Maryland farm.
Another of Brown's men, John E. Cook, sold maps in the vicinity. He was
a relative of Governor Willard of Indiana who secured the services of
Hon. Daniel W. Voorhees, Attorney General of Indiana, to defend Cook at
his after trial in Virginia. It was a time of profound national peace.
Brown and his men represented themselves as geologists, miners and
speculators. They had a mule and wagon with which to haul their boxes
from Chambersburg. A wealthy merchant of Boston, Mr. George Luther
Stearns, Chairman of the Massachusetts Aid Society had financed Brown's
Kansas border warfare work
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THE INSIDE OF THE CUP
By Winston Churchill
Volume 6.
XX. THE ARRAIGNMENT
XXI. ALISON GOES TO CHURCH
XXII. WHICH SAY TO THE SEERS, SEE NOT!
CHAPTER XX
THE ARRAIGNMENT
I
Looking backward, Hodder perceived that he had really come to the
momentous decision of remaining at St. John's in the twilight of an
evening when, on returning home from seeing Kate Marcy at Mr. Bentley's
he had entered the darkening church. It was then that his mission had
appeared to him as a vision. Every day, afterward, his sense and
knowledge of this mission had grown stronger.
To his mind, not the least of the trials it was to impose upon him, and
one which would have to be dealt with shortly, was a necessary talk with
his assistant, McCrae. If their relationship had from the beginning been
unusual and unsatisfactory, adjectives would seem to defy what it had
become during the summer. What did McCrae think of him? For Hodder had,
it will be recalled, bidden his assistant good-by--and then had remained.
At another brief interview, during which McCrae had betrayed no surprise,
uttered no censure or comment, Hodder had announced his determination to
remain in the city, and to take no part in the services. An announcement
sufficiently astounding. During the months that followed, they had met,
at rare intervals, exchanged casual greetings, and passed on. And yet
Hodder had the feeling, more firmly planted than ever, that McCrae was
awaiting, with an interest which might be called suspense, the
culmination of the process going on within him.
Well, now that he had worked it out, now that he had reached his
decision, it was incumbent upon him to tell his assistant what that
decision was. Hodder shrank from it as from an ordeal. His affection
for the man, his admiration for McCrae's faithful, untiring, and
unrecognized services had deepened. He had a theory that McCrae
really liked him--would even sympathize with his solution; yet he
procrastinated. He was afraid to put his theory to the test. It was not
that Hodder feared that his own solution was not the right one, but that
McCrae might not find it so: he was intensely concerned that it should
also be McCrae's solution--the answer, if one liked, to McCrae's mute and
eternal questionings. He wished to have it a fruition for McCrae as well
as for himself; since theoretically, at least, he had pierced the hard
crust of his assistant's exterior, and conceived him beneath to be all
suppressed fire. In short, Hodder wished to go into battle side by side
with McCrae. Therein lay his anxiety.
Another consideration troubled him--McCrae's family, dependent on a
rather meagre salary. His assistant, in sustaining him in the struggle
he meant to enter, would be making even a greater sacrifice than himself.
For Hodder had no illusions, and knew that the odds against him were
incalculable. Whatever, if defeated, his own future might be, McCrae's
was still more problematical and tragic.
The situation, when it came, was even more difficult than Hodder
had imagined it, since McCrae was not a man to oil the wheels of
conversation. In silence he followed the rector up the stairs and into
his study, in silence he took the seat at the opposite side of the table.
And Hodder, as he hesitated over his opening, contemplated in no little
perplexity and travail the gaunt and non-committal face before him:
"McCrae," he began at length, "you must have thought my conduct this
summer most peculiar. I wish to thank you, first of all, for the
consideration you have shown me, and to tell you how deeply I appreciate
your taking the entire burden of the work of the parish."
McCrae shook his head vigorously, but did not speak.
"I owe it to you to give you some clew to what happened to me," the
rector continued, "although I have an idea that you do not need much
enlightenment on this matter. I have a feeling that you have somehow
been aware of my discouragement during the past year or so, and of the
causes of it. You yourself hold ideals concerning the Church which you
have not confided to me. Of this I am sure. I came here to St. John's
full of hope and confidence, gradually to lose both, gradually to realise
that there was something wrong with me, that in spite of all my efforts
I was unable to make any headway in the right direction. I became
perplexed, dissatisfied--the results were so meagre, so out of proportion
to the labour. And the very fact that those who may be called our chief
parishioners had no complaint merely added to my uneasiness. That kind
of success didn't satisfy me, and I venture to assume it didn't satisfy
you."
Still McCrae made no sign.
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[Illustration: _The waterside at Martin's Ferry. Near this spot stood
the little brick house in which Mr. Howells was born._]
YEARS OF MY YOUTH
BY
W. D. HOWELLS
WITH INTRODUCTION AND ILLUSTRATIONS
FROM PHOTOGRAPHS TAKEN EXPRESSLY
FOR THIS BOOK BY CLIFTON JOHNSON
[Illustration]
HARPER & BROTHERS PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK AND LONDON
YEARS OF MY YOUTH
Copyright, 1916, 1917, by Harper & Brothers
Printed in the United States of America
Published October, 1917
K-R
ILLUSTRATIONS
THE WATERSIDE AT MARTIN'S FERRY _Frontispiece_
THE OHIO RIVER AT WHEELING, WEST VIRGINIA _Facing p._ 10
HAMILTON, OHIO, THE "BOY'S TOWN" OF MR. HOWELLS'S YOUTH " 16
THE MIAMI CANAL AT HAMILTON " 22
THE NOW ABANDONED CANAL AT DAYTON AS IT APPEARS
ON THE BORDERS OF THE CITY " 40
THE LITTLE MIAMI RIVER AT EUREKA MILLS, TWELVE
MILES EAST OF DAYTON " 44
OVERLOOKING THE ISLAND WHICH THE HOWELLS FAMILY CULTIVATED " 54
THE VICINITY WHERE MR. HOWELLS LIVED HIS "YEAR
IN A LOG CABIN" " 60
ONE OF THE LAST LOG
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JOURNAL OF A VISIT TO CONSTANTINOPLE, &c. &c.
"You have nothing to do, but transcribe your little red books, if they
are not rubbed out; for I conclude you have not trusted every thing to
memory, which is ten times worse than a lead pencil. Half a word fixed
on or near the spot, is worth a cart load of recollection."
GRAY's _Letters_.
London:
Printed by A. Spottiswoode,
New-Street-Square.
JOURNAL OF A VISIT TO CONSTANTINOPLE,
AND SOME OF THE GREEK ISLANDS,
IN THE SPRING AND SUMMER OF 1833.
by
JOHN AULDJO, ESQ. F.G.S.
Author of "The Ascent of Mont Blanc,"
"Sketches of Vesuvius," Etc.
[Illustration: VIEW IN THE GULF OF CORON. [p. 235.]]
London:
Longman, Rees, Orme, Brown, Green, & Longman,
Paternoster-Row.
1835.
TO
SIR WILLIAM GELL.
DEAR SIR,
On quitting Naples, for those scenes which your pen and pencil have so
faithfully illustrated, I promised to fill my note book. I now offer you
its contents, as a small and unworthy token of my gratitude for the long
continued kindness you have shown.
Your faithful and obedient servant,
THE AUTHOR.
_Naples, April, 1835._
PREFACE.
The publication of the pages of a journal in the crude and undigested
form in which they were originally composed appears so disrespectful to
the public, that it requires some explanation. They were written,
"currente calamo," among the scenes they describe; more as a record of
individual adventure, and to fix the transient impressions of the moment
for the after gratification of the author, than with any hope of
affording amusement during an idle hour, even to those who might feel an
interest in all he saw and noted.
The intense curiosity, however, which exists at present to learn even
the minutest particulars connected with Greece and Turkey, and the
possibility that some of his hurried notices might not be altogether
devoid of interest, have induced the author to submit them to the public
attention. In so doing, he has preferred giving them in their original
state, with all their defects, to moulding them into a connected
narrative; his object being not to "make a book," but to offer his
desultory remarks as they arose; to present the faint outline he
sketched upon the spot, rather than attempt to work them into finished
pictures.
With some hope, therefore, of receiving indulgence from the critics,
whose asperity is rarely excited except by the overweening pretensions
of confident ignorance and self-sufficiency, he ventures on the ground
already trodden by so many distinguished men, whose works, deep in
research, beautiful in description, and valuable from their scrupulous
fidelity, have left little to glean, and rendered it a rather hazardous
task for an humble and unskilful limner to follow in their wake.
While thus disclaiming all pretensions to the possession of their
enviable talents, still, if the author should succeed in affording his
readers a few hours' pleasure from the perusal of his Journal, or enable
any one to re-picture scenes he may himself have visited, the principal
object of its publication will have been attained.
_Naples, April, 1835._
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Page
Departure of H.M.S. Actaeon with the British Embassy to
Constantinople 1
Island of Capri. Moonlight Scene 3
My first Night at Sea 4
Sunday on Board 5
Schoolmaster of the Actaeon. Muster of the Crew 6
Stromboli. Somma. Vesuvius 7
Scylla and Charybdis. Homer 8
The Faro. Messina. Preparations to land 9
Sea-sickness. A Host of Grievances 10
Man overboard. Life 11
Cerigo. Taygetus 12
Piping up the Watch. Pursers Bantam 13
Nauplia de Malvoisie 14
Classic Reminiscences. Argos 15
Sharks. Greek Costume 16
Character of King Otho 17
Hydra. Egina. Poros. Russian Fleet 19
Beautiful Landscape. Gulf of Salamis 20
Athens. The Piraeus. Olive Grove 21
English Residents at Athens 22
Visit to the Acropolis. Death of the Chieftain Ulysses 23
Insolence of the Turks 24
Grave of Tweddel. Byron's Grave 25
Armenian Missionaries. Temple of Theseus 26
Metropolis of modern Greece 27
Modern Improvements. Sir P. Malcolm 28
Value of Land. Speculators Plain of Troy. Fidelity of
Sir W. Gell's Map 30
Sources of the Scamander. The Golden Xanthus 31
Tombs of Hector and Paris. Bounarbashi 32
The Simois. Rural Excursion. Segean Promontory.
Tombs of Achilles and Patroclus 33
Passage of the Dardanelles. Influenza 34
Present to the Ambassador. French Fleet 35
Feast of the Bairam. Oriental Splendour 36
Sestos. Turkish Colonel. Castles of the Dardanelles 37
Beautiful Scene. Turkish Salute 38
First View of Constantinople. The Seven Towers 39
The Pasha's Gate. The Slaves' Gate 40
Sultanas. Golden Horn. Beauties of Stamboul 41
Pera. Scutari. Approach of the Actaeon to her Anchorage 42
Turkish Fleet. Size and Condition of the Ships 43
Castle of the Janissaries. Royal Kiosk. Turkish Houses 44
Unwelcome Visitation. Giants' Mountain. Russian Camp.
Saluting the Russian Fleet 45
Jealousy and Remonstrance of the Russian
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PERSONAL MEMOIRES OF P. H. SHERIDAN, VOLUME 1.
By Philip Henry Sheridan
PREFACE
When, yielding to the solicitations of my friends, I finally decided
to write these Memoirs, the greatest difficulty which confronted me
was that of recounting my share in the many notable events of the
last three decades, in which I played a part, without entering too
fully into the history of these years, and at the same time without
giving to my own acts an unmerited prominence. To what extent I have
overcome this difficulty I must leave the reader to judge.
In offering this record, penned by my own hand, of the events of my
life, and of my participation in our great struggle for national
existence, human liberty, and political equality, I make no
pretension to literary merit; the importance of the subject-matter of
my narrative is my only claim on the reader's attention.
Respectfully dedicating this work to my comrades in arms during the
War of the Rebellion, I leave it as a heritage to my children, and as
a source of information for the future historian.
P. H. SHERIDAN.
Nonguitt, Mass., August 2, 1888
PERSONAL MEMOIRS
P. H. SHERIDAN.
VOLUME I.
CHAPTER I.
ANCESTRY--BIRTH--EARLY EDUCATION--A CLERK IN A GROCERY
STORE--APPOINTMENT--MONROE SHOES--JOURNEY TO WEST POINT--HAZING
--A FISTICUFF BATTLE--SUSPENDED--RETURNS TO CLERKSHIP--GRADUATION.
My parents, John and Mary Sheridan, came to America in 1830, having
been induced by the representations of my father's uncle, Thomas
Gainor, then living in Albany, N. Y., to try their fortunes in the
New World: They were born and reared in the County Cavan, Ireland,
where from early manhood my father had tilled a leasehold on the
estate of Cherrymoult; and the sale of this leasehold provided him
with means to seek a new home across the sea. My parents were
blood relations--cousins in the second degree--my mother, whose
maiden name was Minor, having descended from a collateral branch of
my father's family. Before leaving Ireland they had two children,
and on the 6th of March, 1831, the year after their arrival in this
country, I was born, in Albany, N. Y., the third child in a family
which eventually increased to six--four boys and two girls.
The prospects for gaining a livelihood in Albany did not meet the
expectations which my parents had been led to entertain, so in 1832
they removed to the West, to establish themselves in the village of
Somerset, in Perry County, Ohio, which section, in the earliest days
of the State; had been colonized from Pennsylvania and Maryland. At
this period the great public works of the Northwest--the canals and
macadamized roads, a result of clamor for internal improvements--were
in course of construction, and my father turned his attention to
them, believing that they offered opportunities for a successful
occupation. Encouraged by a civil engineer named Bassett, who had
taken a fancy to him, he put in bids for a small contract on the
Cumberland Road, known as the "National Road," which was then being
extended west from the Ohio River. A little success in this first
enterprise led him to take up contracting as a business, which he
followed on various canals and macadamized roads then building in
different parts of the State of Ohio, with some good fortune for
awhile, but in 1853 what little means he had saved were swallowed up
--in bankruptcy, caused by the failure of the Sciota and Hocking
Valley Railroad Company, for which he was fulfilling a contract at
the time, and this disaster left him finally only a small farm, just
outside the village of Somerset, where he dwelt until his death in
1875.
My father's occupation kept him away from home much of the time
during my boyhood, and as a consequence I grew up under the sole
guidance and training of my mother, whose excellent common sense and
clear discernment in every way fitted her for such maternal duties.
When old enough I was sent to the village school, which was taught by
an old-time Irish
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By Mark Twain
Part 2.
CHAPTER VI.
WELL, pretty soon the old man was up and around again, and then he went
for Judge Thatcher in the courts to make him give up that money, and he
went for me, too, for not stopping school. He catched me a couple of
times and thrashed me, but I went to school just the same, and dodged him
or outrun him most of the time. I didn't want to go to school much
before, but I reckoned I'd go now to spite pap. That law trial was a
slow business--appeared like they warn't ever going to get started on
it; so every now and then I'd borrow two or three dollars off of the
judge for him, to keep from getting a cowhiding. Every time he got money
he got drunk; and every time he got drunk he raised Cain around town; and
every time he raised Cain he got jailed. He was just suited--this kind
of thing was right in his line.
He got to hanging around the widow's too much and so she told him at last
that if he didn't quit using around there she would make trouble for him.
Well, WASN'T he mad? He said he would show who was Huck Finn's boss. So
he watched out for me one day in the spring, and catched me, and took me
up the river about three mile in a skiff, and crossed over to the
Illinois shore where it was woody and there warn't no houses but an old
log hut in a place where the timber was so thick you couldn't find it if
you didn't know where it was.
He kept me with him all the time, and I never got a chance to run off.
We lived in that old cabin, and he always locked the door and put the key
under his head nights. He had a gun which he had stole, I reckon, and we
fished and hunted, and that was what we lived on. Every little while he
locked me in and went down to the store, three miles, to the ferry, and
traded fish and game for whisky, and fetched it home and got drunk and
had a good time, and licked me. The widow she found out where I was by
and by, and she sent a man over to try to get hold of me; but pap drove
him off with the gun, and it warn't long after that till I was used to
being where I was, and liked it--all but the cowhide part.
It was kind of lazy and jolly, laying off comfortable all day, smoking
and fishing, and no books nor study. Two months or more run along, and
my clothes got to be all rags and dirt, and I didn't see how I'd ever got
to like it so well at the widow's, where you had to wash, and eat on a
plate, and comb up, and go to bed and get up regular, and be forever
bothering over a book, and have old Miss Watson pecking at you all the
time. I didn't want to go back no more. I had stopped cussing, because
the widow didn't like it; but now I took to it again because pap hadn't
no objections. It was pretty good times up in the woods there, take it
all around.
But by and by pap got too handy with his hick'ry, and I couldn't stand
it. I was all over welts. He got to going away so much, too, and locking
me in. Once he locked me in and was gone three days. It was dreadful
lonesome. I judged he had got drowned, and I wasn't ever going to get
out any more. I was scared. I made up my mind I would fix up some way
to leave there. I had tried to get out of that cabin many a time, but I
couldn't find no way. There warn't a window to it big enough for a dog
to get through. I couldn't get up the chimbly; it was too narrow. The
door was thick, solid oak slabs. Pap was pretty careful not to leave a
knife or anything in the cabin when he was away; I reckon I had hunted
the place over as much as a hundred times; well, I was most all the time
at it, because it was about the only way to put in the time. But this
time I found something at last; I found an old rusty wood-saw without any
handle; it was laid in between a rafter and the clapboards of the roof.
I greased it up and went to work. There was an old horse-blanket nailed
against the logs at the far end of the cabin behind the table, to keep
the wind from blowing through the chinks and putting the candle out. I
got under the table and raised the blanket, and went to work to saw a
section of the big bottom log out--big enough to let me through. Well
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SLAVERY ORDAINED OF GOD
By
Rev. Fred. A. Ross, D.D.
"The powers that be are ordained of God." Romans xiii. 1.
TO
The Men
NORTH AND SOUTH,
WHO HONOR THE WORD OF GOD
AND
LOVE THEIR COUNTRY.
Preface.
The book I give to the public, is not made up of isolated articles. It is
one harmonious demonstration--that slavery is part of the government
ordained in certain conditions of fallen mankind. I present the subject in
the form of speeches, actually delivered, and letters written just as
published. I adopt this method to make a readable book.
I give it to the North and South--to maintain harmony among Christians,
and to secure the integrity of the union of this great people.
This harmony and union can be preserved only by the view presented in this
volume,--_i.e._ that _slavery is of God_, and to continue for the good of
the slave, the good of the master, the good of the whole American family,
until another and better destiny may be unfolded.
The _one great idea_, which I submit to North and South, is expressed in
the speech, first in order, delivered in the General Assembly of the
Presbyterian Church, Buffalo, May 27, 1853. I therein say:--
"Let us then, North and South, bring our minds to comprehend _two
ideas_, and submit to their irresistible power. Let the Northern
philanthropist learn from the Bible that the relation of master and slave
is not sin _per se_. Let him learn that God says nowhere it is sin. Let
him learn that sin is the transgression of the law; and where there is no
law there is no sin, and that _the Golden Rule_ may exist in the
relations of slavery. Let him learn that slavery is simply an evil _in
certain circumstances_. Let him learn that _equality_ is only the highest
form of social life; that _subjection_ to authority, even _slavery_, may,
in _given conditions_, be _for a time_ better than freedom to the slave
of any complexion. Let him learn that _slavery_, like _all evils_, has
its _corresponding_ and _greater good_; that the Southern slave, though
degraded _compared with his master, is elevated and ennobled compared
with his brethren in Africa_. Let the Northern man learn these things,
and be wise to cultivate the spirit that will harmonize with his brethren
of the South, who are lovers of liberty as truly as himself: And let the
Southern Christian--nay, the Southern man of every grade--comprehend that
_God never intended the relation of master and slave to be perpetual_.
Let him give up the theory of Voltaire, that the <DW64> is of a different
species. Let him yield the semi-infidelity of Agassiz, that God created
different races of the same species--in swarms, like bees--for Asia,
Europe, America, Africa, and the islands of the sea. Let him believe that
slavery, although not a sin, is a degraded condition,--the evil, the
curse on the South,--yet having blessings in its time to the South and to
the Union. Let him know that slavery is to pass away in the fulness of
Providence. Let the South believe this, and prepare to obey the hand that
moves their destiny."
All which comes after, in the speech delivered in New York, 1856, and in
the letters, is just the expansion of this one controlling thought, which
must be understood, believed, and acted out North and South.
The Author.
Written in Cleveland, Ohio, May 28, 1857.
Contents.
Speech Before the General Assembly at Buffalo
Speech Before the General Assembly at New York
Letter to Rev. A. Blackburn
What Is the Foundation of Moral Obligation?
Letters to Rev. A. Barnes:--
I.--Results of the slavery agitation--Declaration of Independence--
The way men are made infidels--Testimonies of General Assemblies
II.--Government over man a divine institute
III.--Man-stealing
IV.--The Golden Rule
Speech Delivered at Buffalo, Before the General Assembly of the
Presbyterian Church.
To understand the following speech, the reader will be pleased to
learn--if he don't know already--that the General Assembly of the
Presbyterian Church, before its division in 1838, and since,--both Old
School and New School,--has been, for forty years and more, bearing
testimony, after a fashion, against the system of slavery; that is to say,
affirming, in one breath, that slave-holding is a "blot on our holy
religion," &c. &c.; and then, in the next utterance, making all sorts of
apologies and justifications for the slave-holder. Thus: this august body
has been in the habit of telling the Southern master (especially in the
Detroit resolutions of 1850) that he is a _sinner_, hardly meet to be
called a _Christian_; but, nevertheless, if he will only sin "from
unavoidable necessity, imposed by the laws of the States,"--if he will
only sin under the "obligations of guardianship,"--if he will
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AS OTHERS SAW HIM
AS OTHERS SAW HIM
_A RETROSPECT_
A. D. 54
"_It cannot be that a prophet perish out of Jerusalem_"
LUKE xiii. 33
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TO AGLAOPHONOS, PHYSICIAN OF THE GREEKS AT CORINTH, MESHULLAM BEN ZADOK, A
SCRIBE OF THE JEWS AT ALEXANDRIA, GREETING:--
_It was a joy and a surprise to me to hear news after many days from thee,
my master and my friend. To thee I owe whatever I have of Greek wisdom;
for when in the old days at the Holy City thou soughtest me for
instruction in our Law, I learnt more from thee than I could impart to
thee. Since I last wrote to thee, I have come to this great city, where
many of my nation dwell, and almost all the most learned of thy tongue are
congregated. Truly, it would please me much, and mine only son and his
wife, if thou couldst come and take up thy sojourn among us for a while._
_Touching the man Saul of Tarsus, of whom thou writest, I know but little.
He is well instructed in our Law, both written and oral, having received
the latter from the chief master among those of the past generation,
Gamaliel by name. Yet he is not of the disciples of Aaron that love peace;
for when I last heard of him he was among the leaders of a riot in which a
man was slain. And now I think thereon, I am almost certain that the slain
man was of the followers of Jesus the Nazarene, and this Saul was __among
the bitterest against them. And yet thou writest that the same Saul has
spoken of the Nazarene that he was a god like Apollo, that had come down
on earth for a while to live his life among men. Truly, men's minds are as
the wind that bloweth hither and thither._
_But as for that Jesus of Nazara, I can tell thee much, if not all. For I
was at Jerusalem all the time he passed for a leader of men up to his
shameful death. At first I admired him for his greatness of soul and
goodness of life, but in the end I came to see that he was a danger to our
nation, and, though unwillingly, I was of those who voted for his death in
the Council of Twenty-Three. Yet I cannot tell thee all I know in the
compass of a letter, so I have written it at large for thee, and it will
be delivered unto thee even with this letter. And in my description of
events I have been at pains to distinguish between what I saw myself and
what I heard from others, following in this the example of Herodotus of
Halicarnassus, who, if he spake rude Greek, wrote true history. And so
farewell._
CONTENTS.
PAGE
I. THE MAN WITH THE SCOURGE 9
II. THE UPBRINGING 21
III. EARLIER TEACHING. SERMON IN THE SYNAGOGUE OF THE 37
GALILAEANS
IV. THE TWO WAYS 55
V. THE WOMAN TAKEN IN ADULTERY. THE RICH YOUNG MAN 63
VI. THE TESTINGS IN THE TEMPLE 75
VII. THE SECOND SERMON 87
VIII. THE REBUKING OF JESUS 99
IX. JESUS IN THE TEMPLE 111
X. THE ENTRY INTO JERUSALEM 121
XI. THE CLEANSING OF THE TEMPLE 133
XII. THE WOES 145
XIII. THE GREAT REFUSAL 155
XIV. THE MEETING OF THE HANANITES 167
XV. THE EXAMINATION BEFORE THE SANHEDRIM 181
XVI. CONDEMNATION AND EXECUTION 195
EPILOGUE 207
I.
THE MAN WITH THE SCOURGE.
I was crossing one morning the Xystus Bridge on my way to the Temple, when
I saw issuing from the nearest gate a herd of beasts of sacrifice. Fearing
that something untoward had occurred, I hurried to the gate, and when I
entered the Court of the Gentiles, I found all in confusion. The tables of
the money-changers had been overturned, and the men were gathering their
m
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THE WORKS
OF
G. P. R. JAMES, ESQ.
REVISED AND CORRECTED BY THE AUTHOR.
WITH AN INTRODUCTORY PREFACE.
"D'autres auteurs l'ont encore plus avili, (le roman,) en y mêlant les
tableaux dégoutant du vice; et tandis que le premier avantage des
fictions est de rassembler autour de l'homme tout ce qui, dans la
nature, peut lui servir de leçon ou de modèle, on a imaginé qu'on
tirerait une utilité quelconque des peintures odieuses de mauvaises
moeurs; comme si elles pouvaient jamais; laisser le c[oe]ur qui les
repousse, dans une situation aussi pure que le c[oe]ur qui les aurait
toujours Ignorées. Mais un roman tel qu'on peut le concevoir, tel que
nous en avons quelques modèles, est une des plus belles productions de
l'esprit humain, une des plus influentes sur la morale des individus,
qui doit former ensuite les m[oe]urs publiques."--MADAME DE STAËL.
_Essai sur les Fictions_.
"Poca favilla gran flamma seconda:
Forse diretro a me, con miglior voci
Si pregherà, perchè Cirra risonda."
DANTE. _Paradiso_, Canto I.
VOL. XVI.
DE L'ORME.
LONDON:
PARRY AND CO., LEADENHALL STREET.
M DCCCXLVIII.
DE L'ORME.
BY
G. P. R. JAMES, ESQ.
AUTHOR OF
"MARGARET GRAHAM,"
"THE LAST OF THE FAIRIES," ETC.
-------------------------------
LONDON:
PARRY AND CO., LEADENHALL STREET.
M DCCCXLVIII.
PREFACE
TO THE THIRD EDITION.
Romance writing, when rightly viewed and rightly treated, is of the
same nature as the teaching by parables of the eastern nations; and I
believe, when high objects are steadily kept in view and good
principles carefully inculcated, it may prove far more generally
beneficial than more severe forms of instruction.
The man who is already virtuous and wise, or who, at least, seeks
eagerly to be so, takes up the Essay or the Lecture, and reads therein
the sentiments ever present in his own heart. But while the same man
may find equal pleasure in the work of fiction addressed to the same
great ends, how many thousands are there who will open the pages of
the Novel or the Romance, but who would avoid anything less amusing to
their fancy? If, then, while we excite their imagination with pleasant
images, we can cause the latent seeds of virtue to germinate in their
hearts; if we can point out the consequences of errors, follies, and
crimes; if we can recall good feelings fleeting away, or crush bad
ones rising up under temptation,--and that we can do so with great
effect, may be safely asserted,--we can benefit, in the most essential
particular, a large body of our fellow-men; a much larger body, I
fear, than that which can be attracted by anything that does not wear
the form of amusement.
Such has been my conviction ever since I entered upon a career in
which the public has shown me such undeserved encouragement; and with
such a purpose, and for such an object, have I always written. In some
works I have striven alone to impress those general principles of
honour and virtue, and those high and elevated feelings, which do not
seem to me to be increasing in the world. In others, I have
endeavoured to advocate, without seeming too much to do so, some
particular principle, or to warn against some particular error. In the
following pages my purpose was to expose the evil consequences of an
ill-regulated spirit of enterprise and a love of adventure, and to
deter from errors, the magnitude of which I may have felt by sharing
in them.
To do so, it was necessary to choose as my subject the life of a young
man placed in circumstances of difficulty and temptation; and no
writer can ever hope to produce a good effect by painting man
otherwise than man is.
At the same time I have ever been convinced that no benefit can ensue
from drawing the mind of the reader through long scenes of vice and
guilt, for the sake of a short moral at the end; and in writing the
history of
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*Little Miss
Grasshopper*
By Johanna Spyri
Translated by
Helen B. Dole
New York
Thomas Y. Crowell Company
Publishers
COPYRIGHT, 1918,
BY THOMAS Y. CROWELL COMPANY
*BOOKS BY JOHANNA SPYRI*
HEIDI: Complete Edition
MONI, THE GOAT BOY
THE ROSE CHILD
WHAT SAMI SINGS WITH THE BIRDS
_ILLUSTRATED IN COLOR_
THOMAS Y. CROWELL COMPANY
NEW YORK
*CONTENTS*
CHAPTER
I. Before the Journey
II. On the Gemmi Pass
III. New Acquaintances
IV. A Terrible Night
V. The Next Morning
*LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS*
Never in his life had he seen anything so splendid... Frontispiece
"Come, let us go there quickly"
Martin bent over the child, and laid his broad, strong hand on her
*CHAPTER FIRST*
*BEFORE THE JOURNEY*
In Dresden, not far from the Terrace on the Elbe, stands a large stone
house. One sunny July morning Herr Feland was sitting there in his easy
chair, and holding such a large newspaper in front of him that nothing
at all could be seen of his face.
Opposite him sat his wife in a white morning cap. From time to time she
poured a little water from the singing kettle on the fragrant coffee in
the coffee-pot. Breakfast was about to be served.
Then the door opened and two little girls entered, followed by a young
lady, who regarded with some anxiety the lively way in which little Rita
ran bounding through the room in order finally to spring with one big
leap on her papa's knee. By her skill in jumping it was plain to see
that it was not the first time she had accomplished this. Rita now
looked triumphantly around as if to say: "Now I am once more seated in
my strong castle where no harm can reach me!"
Then she put her little curly head under the big newspaper and said
roguishly:
"Oh, Papa, now I have found you! When are we going to the Gemmi?"
Papa laid aside his paper, kissed his little girl and said:
"First, good-morning, little Grasshopper; we will see about planning for
the trip later."
On account of her nimble jumping her Papa called her little Grasshopper.
When Rita found the big paper was no longer between her and her Papa she
threw her arms around his neck and said, "Good-morning," with great
affection. Meanwhile, her sister Ella was standing perfectly still
beside her Papa's chair, waiting for his morning greeting. Then he
kissed his older little daughter also, and she sat down quietly at the
table.
"Now please go too and sit where you belong!" said Papa to Rita, who had
made no move to leave her high seat.
"I am going right away, Papa," said Rita assuringly, but first she
straightened herself up in her castle, and said:
"I was only waiting for you to say when we are going to the Gemmi."
"As soon as Mother has packed," replied her Papa.
Then Rita jumped down and ran to her Mother.
"Oh, Mamma, let us pack to-day! Please, please, right away," begged
Rita coaxingly. "I will help you, and Ella can help you too, and
Fraeulein Hohlweg, and so we can go away to-morrow and then----"
"Now we will drink our milk and sit very quietly a while at the table,
dear child," replied her Mother with firm decision, and Rita, who saw
that there could be no further answer to her question, sat down in her
place between her father and mother, and breakfast began.
Every morning for a long time had begun in Herr Feland's house with
pressing question about the trip to the Gemmi, hardly any other thought
entered little Rita's mind.
The plan for this journey had been impressed upon little Rita's
imagination in the following way, and had fastened itself firmly there.
The Summer before her father and mother had made a trip to Switzerland.
On the Gemmi Pass, leading from Wallis across to the canton of Berne,
they had been so especially delighted that they decided to go there
again the following Summer, to take the children and Miss Hohlweg with
them and remain there for some time. On their journey the parents had
made the acquaintance of the guide Kaspar, and had told him of their
intention and desire to hire a house in the vicinity and settle his
family there instead of living in a hotel. Then Kaspar had proposed to
let them occupy his own cottage, which stood not far from the Gemmi Pass
on a green <DW72> near the foot-path. He could perfectly well give up
his little house at just this time because he himself was always away
traveling with strangers, his two boys were taking care of the big
flocks in the mountain pasture, and his wife could live in the attic
room and serve the Feland family. For them the big living-room and the
two sleeping rooms would be put in order.
This proposal was very acceptable to Herr Feland and his wife, and,
after looking over the little house, they decided to engage it for the
Summer months of the coming year.
This news and the description of the beautiful fields and lofty
snow-clad mountains, the green pastures and the numbers of grazing cows,
had made a deep impression on the two children, and for a long time Rita
had been hardly able to wait for the day to start on the journey. Even
in Winter not a day had begun and hardly had one ended without Rita's
asking:
"Mamma, will Summer come soon now?"
Now the Summer was really there, and Rita's question became more
determined and urgent. Every morning in expectant tones sounded the
words:
"When are we going to the Gemmi?"
Every day the child's impatience grew and these impetuous questions and
pleadings increased, until Rita could hardly wait any longer to climb
into the train and travel to the high mountains and green fields.
Finally the day came when the whole Feland house looked like a big
annual fair. Every possible kind of clothing lay around in such piles
in all the chambers that there was no more place to sit down. But,
little by little, everything disappeared into three huge trunks, and two
days later the whole Feland family were seated in the train: Ella in
silent delight between her mamma and Fraeulein Hohlweg; Rita next her
papa, whom she embraced every moment in sheer delight, for now they were
really going on the great journey; now they were going to the Gemmi!
*CHAPTER SECOND*
*ON THE GEMMI PASS*
Not far from the summit of the Gemmi pass a narrow path enters the woods
and soon leads to the place where the traveler cannot look without a
shudder over the steep walls of rock down into the deep precipice.
One beautiful Summer evening a young boy was coming along this
wood-path. In his hand he held a large red flower which he had found
deep within the woods and looked at it wonderingly from time to time.
Then he came out of the woods into an open place and gazed around, but
appeared to find nothing in particular to look at further, and continued
his way. Then he stepped into a narrow field-path, leading to the left
up a green <DW72>. There stood two cottages not far apart, each with a
small out-building behind it, evidently to shelter the animals. One of
these sheds was larger than the other, and the cottage also with its
brand new door looked more roomy and better kept. This belonged to the
guide Kaspar, who lived in it together with his wife and two boys and
every year was able to improve something about it, because he earned a
good deal of money as guide to travelers. In his shed stood not only
two goats, like all the neighbors, but for the last two years a fine cow
also, which furnished him with wonderful milk and butter.
The smaller cottage beyond with its old worm-eaten door and tumble-down
shingle roof belonged to the porter, Martin, the big man, who, on
account of his powerful build, was called "strong Martin." He lived
there with his wife and four little children, and behind in his small
shed stood his two goats, whose milk had to feed the whole family.
All through the Summer, especially in fine weather, strong Martin really
had a good income; then he carried travelers' luggage over the Gemmi,
but he didn't earn nearly so much as his neighbor Kaspar, who was often
away many days at a time with the mountain climbers.
In front of the new house door Kaspar's two boys were now standing and
were evidently discussing something very important. They were
examining, handling and comparing, with great eagerness, two objects,
which they held in their hands, and when at last they seemed to come to
an agreement they began all over again. The little fellow, who had just
come out of the woods to the cottage, now stood still and looked full of
astonishment at what was going on in front of the house-door.
"Seppli, come, look! look!" called one of the two boys to him.
Seppli drew near; his eyes gazed in motionless amazement at what was
shown him.
"See what Father brought us from the fair in Berne," called the larger
of the boys again to Seppli, and each one of them held up his present.
What a wonderful sight was offered to Seppli's eyes! Chappi and Georgie
each held in his hand a large whip, in this country called a _Geissel_
or lash. The strong and yet pliable handle was wound round with little
bands of red leather. The long white lash was of solid braided leather
thongs; on the end hung a firmly twisted round cord of yellow silk with
a little tassel at the end. This end, which could make a wonderful
crack, was called the whip-lash. Seppli looked speechless at the whips.
Never in his life had he seen anything so splendid!
"Now, just listen," said Chappi, beginning to swing his whip, and
Georgie did the same, and then it cracked and thundered up and down the
valley and resounded from all the mountains, so that it appeared to
Seppli as if there was nothing grander and more wonderful in the whole
world.
"If I only had a whip with a yellow lash too!" said he, taking a deep
breath, when the two had finally stopped cracking theirs.
"Yes, you will have to wait for it," replied Chappi haughtily, and with
one last tremendous crack he ran away; he had to show his whip to other
people. Georgie ran behind him; but Seppli gazed after the two boys and
remained motionless. A heavy weight had fallen on his untroubled heart.
He had seen something which he yearned and longed for more than he had
ever done before in all his life, and Chappi had said discouragingly:
"Yes, you will have to wait!" It seemed to Seppli exactly as if
everything which could make him happy was lost for his whole life. He
seized the red flower firmly and threw it away, for to have only a red
flower and never, never to own a whip with a yellow lash turned Seppli
against the flower; it flew far away into the field and Seppli looked
after it in silent rage. No one knows how long he would have remained
standing there if the door had not opened behind him and a woman stepped
out with a big broom in her hand.
"Where are the boys, Seppli?" she asked curtly.
"Gone off with the whips," was the answer, for they were still before
his eyes.
"Run and call them home, and be quick," commanded the woman. "To-morrow
early they will have to go to the mountain, and this evening the
gentleman is coming, and there is still much to be done. Run and tell
them, Seppli!"
The youngster then ran with all his might in the direction where the two
boys had disappeared. The woman began to work her broom into every
corner and to sweep. She was Kaspar's wife and the mother of the two
boys, Chappi and Georgie.
That morning a letter had come from Herr Feland announcing that he and
his family would arrive the following evening,--hence the great
preparation with the broom, which was not unnecessary, for Chappi and
Georgie brought a great deal of dirt, with their big shoes, into the
house. Now the two boys came running along with a frightful cracking of
whips, neighbor Seppli still behind them, for the sight of the whips
drew him irresistibly along. But when their mother called the boys in,
because they had to help with all sorts of work, Seppli finally turned
and went over to his house, but very slowly, like one who bore a great
trouble. And Seppli was bearing one, for the whips with the yellow lash
hovered perpetually before his eyes, and besides he heard Chappi's
crushing words:
"Yes, you will have to wait!"
Over in front of the old house-door on the spot where the earth had been
trodden down firmly for a threshing-floor, stood Father Martin striving
with a heavy axe to split big knotty logs of wood into small pieces for
the mother to lay on the hearth. In a row in front of their father
stood Martheli, Friedli, and Betheli, with big, eager eyes, watching his
work.
Seppli, the oldest, now came along, placed himself in the row, and
opened his eyes wide, for wherever there was something to be seen he was
always there. But soon his father pointed to the little pieces on the
ground and said in a more gentle, friendly voice than one would have
expected from such a big, strong man:
"Well, Seppli, take two at a time in your arms and carry them in to
mother in the kitchen, so she can cook our potatoes for us."
Seppli did immediately as he was told, and the work helped him a little
to forget his trouble. But later, when he lay beside Friedli in their
little bed, he could not go to sleep at once, as usual, the great hurt
rose again before his eyes, and he had to sigh:
"Oh, if I only had a whip with a yellow lash!"
*CHAPTER THIRD*
*NEW ACQUAINTANCES*
Very early the following morning a great cracking of whips was heard,
for at four o'clock Chappi and Georgie were already waiting in front of
the cottage for the cows which were to be brought here from one place
and another in order to drive them up on the mountain, where the big
herd was. Then the two would remain up there as shepherd-boys until
Autumn, and they were so delighted about it, they couldn't make enough
noise; for to be up there together and have nothing to do the whole
Summer but run around with their whips and with the cows, was to them a
splendid prospect.
When their mother had fastened on their knapsacks and admonished them to
be good boys, and they had gone away with their cows, she went back into
the house, and then began a sweeping and dusting in every room and
corner, from top to bottom, so there was no end to it the whole day
long. The sun had already gone down behind the fir trees when the woman
once more wiped off the windows, one after another, and looked around to
see if everything was in order. Everything was shining, the windows all
around the house, the table with the slate top, the benches against the
walls, and even the floor.
The woman now saw a whole procession of porters, horses and riders
coming up the path from the valley. She ran quickly up the narrow
stairs to the attic chamber, put on a clean apron, and placed herself in
the doorway in order to receive her strange guests. The procession
stopped and Herr Feland lifted first his wife and Fraeulein Hohlweg,
then the children, from the horses.
Rita had hardly touched the ground when she ran to and fro for joy, and
did not know which was the most beautiful, the tiny wooden cottage with
the little bench in front of the door, the green fields around with the
flowers and brooks, or the golden evening sunshine on the rocks and
fir-trees. Everything was so new, so lovely! Ella, too, was quite
filled with admiration, and looked around in silent astonishment.
Then their father and mother came into the cottage, and a new pleasure
began for Rita, since everything here was so different from anything she
had ever seen in her life before. She seized Ella by the hand and ran
with her into every corner.
"See, see, there are seats all around the room against the wall, and
just see where you can climb up."
Whereupon Rita ran quickly up the stairs, leading up behind the oven, to
an opening through which the sleeping-room was entered. This was a
wonderful discovery! From there they went through an open door into
another chamber, where two beds stood. This led into a little garret
room and a wooden staircase on the other side went down again into the
living-room. This made a wonderful circuit which could be made many
times a day, and everything about the whole house, inside and out,
looked so new and unusual and promised so much Rita didn't know what she
should enjoy the most.
When, at last, she lay in her big bed upstairs in the chamber, and Ella
in the one beside her, and their mother had said good-night to the
children after their evening prayer, Rita drew a deep sigh and said with
the greatest contentment:
"Oh, now we are on the Gemmi!"
The most beautiful Summer days now followed, with golden sunshine on the
meadows, with cool breezes blowing
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THE BOY SCOUTS
AS
COUNTY FAIR GUIDES
BY
SCOUT MASTER ROBERT SHALER
AUTHOR OF “BOY SCOUTS OF THE SIGNAL CORPS,” “BOY SCOUTS OF
PIONEER CAMP,” “BOY SCOUTS OF THE GEOLOGICAL SURVEY,” “BOY
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SCOUTS AND THE PRIZE PENNANT,” “BOY SCOUTS OF
THE NAVAL RESERVE,” “BOY SCOUTS IN THE SADDLE,”
“BOY SCOUTS FOR CITY IMPROVEMENT,” “BOY
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OF THE FIELD HOSPITAL,” “BOY SCOUTS
WITH THE RED CROSS,” ETC.
NEW YORK
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2 Boy Scouts of Pioneer Camp.
3 Boy Scouts of the Geological Survey.
4 Boy Scouts of the Life Saving Crew.
5 Boy Scouts on Picket Duty.
6 Boy Scouts of the Flying Squadron.
7 Boy Scouts and the Prize Pennant.
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STORIES***
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ENSIGN KNIGHTLEY AND OTHER STORIES
By
A. E. W. MASON
Author of "The Courtship of Morrice Buckler," "The Watchers,"
"Parson Kelly," etc.
1901
CONTENTS.
ENSIGN KNIGHTLEY
THE MAN OF WHEELS
MR. MITCHELBOURNE'S LAST ESCAPADE
THE COWARD
THE DESERTER
THE CROSSED GLOVES
THE SHUTTERED HOUSE
KEEPER OF THE BISHOP
THE CRUISE OF THE "WILLING MIND"
HOW BARRINGTON RETURNED TO JOHANNESBURG
HATTERAS
THE PRINCESS JOCELIANDE
A LIBERAL EDUCATION
THE TWENTY-KRONER STORY
THE FIFTH PICTURE
ENSIGN KNIGHTLEY.
It was eleven o'clock at night when Surgeon Wyley of His Majesty's
ship _Bonetta_ washed his hands, drew on his coat, and walked from the
hospital up the narrow cobbled street of Tangier to the Main-Guard by
the Catherine Port. In the upper room of the Main-Guard he found
Major Shackleton of the Tangier Foot taking a hand at bassette with
Lieutenant Scrope of Trelawney's Regiment and young Captain Tessin of
the King's Battalion. There were three other officers in the room, and
to them Surgeon Wyley began to talk in a prosy, medical strain. Two of
his audience listened in an uninterested stolidity for just so long as
the remnant of manners, which still survived in Tangier, commanded,
and then strolling through the open window on to the balcony, lit
their pipes.
Overhead the stars blazed in the rich sky of Morocco; the
riding-lights of Admiral Herbert's fleet sprinkled the bay; and below
them rose the hum of an unquiet town. It was the night of May 13th,
1680, and the life of every Christian in Tangier hung in the balance.
The Moors had burst through the outposts to the west, and were now
entrenched beneath the walls. The Henrietta Redoubt had fallen that
day; to-morrow the little fort at Devil's Drop, built on the edge of
the sand where the sea rippled up to the palisades, must fall; and
Charles Fort, to the southwest, was hardly in a better case. However,
a sortie had been commanded at daybreak as a last effort to relieve
Charles Fort, and the two officers on the balcony speculated over
their pipes on the chances of success.
Meanwhile, inside the room Surgeon Wyley lectured to his remaining
auditor, who, too tired to remonstrate, tilted his chair against the
wall and dozed.
"A concussion of the brain," Wyley went on, "has this curious effect,
that after recovery the patient will have lost from his consciousness
a period of time which immediately preceded the injury. Thus a man may
walk down a street here in Tangier; four, five, six hours afterwards,
he mounts his horse, is thrown on to his head. When he wakes again to
his senses, the last thing he remembers is--what? A sign, perhaps,
over a shop in the street he walked down, or a leper pestering him for
alms. The intervening hours are lost to him, and forever. It is no
question of an abeyance of memory. There is a gap in the continuity of
his experience, and that gap he will never fill up."
"Except by hearsay?"
The correction came from Lieutenant Scrope at the bassette table. It
was quite carelessly uttered while the Lieutenant was picking up his
cards. Surgeon Wyley shifted his chair towards the table, and accepted
the correction.
"Except, of course, by hearsay."
Wyley was a new-comer to Tangier, having sailed into the bay less than
a week back; but he had been long enough in the town to find in Scrope
a subject at once of interest and perplexity. Scrope was in years
nearer forty than thirty, dark of complexion, aquiline of feature, and
though a trifle below the middle height he redeemed his stature by the
litheness of his figure. What interested Wyley was that he seemed a
man in whom strong passions were always desperately at war with a
strong will. He wore habitually a mask of reserve; behind it, Wyley
was aware of sleeping fires. He spoke habitually in a quiet, decided
voice, like one that has the soundings of his nature; beneath it,
Wyley detected, continually recurring, continually subdued, a note
of turbulence. Here, in a word, was a man whose hand was against the
world but who would not strike at random. What perplexed Wyley, on the
other hand, was Scrope's subordinate rank of lieutenant in
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[Transcriber's Notes:
i) the text mixes 'littera' and 'līttera' (short/long 'i').
Dictionaries generally consider 'littera' as more correct.
ii) it states 'lēctus, ī, m.' (=bed) in the original, but 'lĕctus' is correct.
NB: the adjective 'lēctus, a, um' is indeed with 'long e'.
iii) it considers the Nom./Acc.Plural ending of the
3rd declension/imparisyllabica ("-es", e.g. leōn-es) as short,
whereas is it usually considered Grammars as long,
cf. Allen & Greenough, New Latin Grammar, §§55ff.]
LINGUA LATĪNA
PRĪMUS ANNUS
BY W. L. PAINE
AND
C. L. MAINWARING
OXFORD
AT THE CLARENDON PRESS
1912
PREFACE
THE book is the result of three years' experience in
teaching Latin on the Direct Method, during which
time we have used the proofs in various forms. In
a method, whose essential is spontaneity, it is intended
rather to be suggestive—to present one line along
which the principles of this method can be followed,
and it must rest with the individual teacher to modify
it, as his experience leads him. Further, it is still in
an experimental stage, and we shall be most happy to
receive suggestions both on the general scheme and on
the details of the book, from teachers using it. In
scope it includes practically all constructions which do
not involve the Subjunctive Mood or Oratio Obliqua,
and can be done in a year by an average class which
devotes an hour a day to Latin.
We wish to express our thanks to Mr. S. O. Andrew
for his great assistance in the scheme of the book and
the arrangement of the Grammar and Syntax; to Dr.
W. H. D. Rouse and Prof. E. V. Arnold for reading
the proofs and offering many valuable suggestions;
and to Mr. E. M. Carter for the picture of the Villa
Corneliana.
The need for accurate pronunciation, in a method
where the appeal is largely made to the ear, is obvious,
but a note of explanation may be necessary, of the
principle we have followed in marking the 'hidden
quantities.' We have marked the vowel long
(1) If there seems evidence of its length from its
derivation.
(2) If it precedes the combinations -ns, -nf, -gn, e.g.
īnsula, cōnferō, stāgnum; or the inceptive -sc
e.g. expergīscor.
N.B. — discō is an exception to this rule.
(3) If it precedes a hidden _g_, e. g. tāctum (tangō).
Diphthongs and short vowels have been left unmarked.
W. L. P.
C. L. M.
WHITGIFT SCHOOL, CROYDON.
July, 1912.
INTRODUCTION
THIS course is an attempt to apply the Direct
Method to the teaching of Latin. The method, when
used for modern language teaching, is based on a
psychological principle of imitation; the learner learns
by imitating his master, by saying what he says, the
grammar only coming in afterwards to explain practice.
In the teaching of Latin, this method is modified
in an essential particular by the character of the Latin
language itself; Latin is so highly inflected, and so
much of its syntax is strange to the learner, that the
grammar must form the basis throughout and determine
to some extent the arrangement of subject-matter.
In using the present book, the teacher will generally
find a certain sequence of treatment convenient, or even
necessary:
(1) Before a new exercise (or story) is touched, a new
point of grammar has to be explained. This is put
before the class by means of concrete examples, and
then elucidated by reference to Pure Grammar; it is
then applied by frequent and varied oral practice,
drawn not from the story but from the vocabulary
already possessed by the class; e.g. if the Accusative
of Extent is under consideration the oral practice will
consist of questions like the following: 'Quamdiū in
lūdō sumus cottīdiē?' 'Quam longe tū abes ā magistrō?'
'Quam longē tabula distat ā iānua?' and the like. In
this way faults will be prevented from taking root; the
oral practice should at any rate be continued until the
new point of grammar is thoroughly understood and
can be accurately applied.
(2) The story is now taken in hand, and is explained
in the first instance (with books closed) by the master,
in Latin, and driven home by repeated questions put
to the class. It is important, in this stage, that the
class shall not merely listen and understand but shall
also speak; where they cannot explain anything themselves
they must repeat the explanation given by the
master. When they have got on a little way in the
course they will begin to take down explanations of
important words in their notebooks and learn them by
heart.
(3) The story can now be read in class from the
book; this should never be done until
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"CARROTS:"
JUST A LITTLE BOY
"Is it then a great mistake
That Boys were ever made at all?"
[Illustration: There she sat, as still as a mouse, holding her precious
burden. (_See page_ 9.) _Frontispiece_]
"CARROTS:"
JUST A LITTLE BOY
BY
MRS. MOLESWORTH
(ENNIS GRAHAM)
AUTHOR OF "TELL ME A STORY" "CUCKOO CLOCK"
"GRANDMOTHER DEAR" ETC.
[Illustration: p. 210.]
ILLUSTRATED BY WALTER CRANE
LONDON
MACMILLAN & CO.
1876
TO
SIX LITTLE COUSINS
MORIER, BEVIL,
NOEL, LIONEL,
EDWARD,
AND BABY BRIAN.
EDINBURGH, 1870
CONTENTS
CHAP. PAGE
I. FLOSS'S BABY 1
II. SIX YEARS OLD 12
III. PLANS 26
IV. THE LOST HALF-SOVEREIGN 44
V. CARROTS IN TROUBLE 60
VI. CARROTS "ALL ZIGHT" AGAIN 78
VII. A LONG AGO STORY 91
VIII. "THE BEWITCHED TONGUE" 111
IX. SYBIL 130
X. A JOURNEY AND ITS ENDING 152
XI
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[Frontispiece: The amiable shopman pressed various toys on monsieur and
madame "_pour les enfants_"]
The Sentimental
Adventures of
Jimmy Bulstrode
BY
MARIE VAN VORST
With Illustrations by
ALONZO KIMBALL
NEW YORK
HURST & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
COPYRIGHT, 1908, BY
CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
Published March, 1908
TO THE MEMORY
OF
H. E. TESCHEMACHER
CONTENTS
_THE FIRST ADVENTURE_
In which he buys a Christmas tree
_THE SECOND ADVENTURE_
In which he tries to buy a portrait
_THE THIRD ADVENTURE_
In which he finds there are some things which one cannot buy
_THE FOURTH ADVENTURE_
In which he makes three people happy
_THE FIFTH ADVENTURE_
In which he makes nobody happy at all
_THE SIXTH ADVENTURE_
In which he discards a knave and saves a queen
_THE SEVENTH ADVENTURE_
In which he becomes the possessor of a certain piece of property
_THE EIGHTH ADVENTURE_
In which he comes into his own
ILLUSTRATIONS
From drawings by ALONZO KIMBALL
_The amiable shopman pressed various toys on monsieur and madame "pour
les enfants"_...... Frontispiece
"_I only like him like a kind, kind friend_"
_In the midst of this rabble little Simone was dancing_
"_I've had a telegram from my husband_"
THE FIRST ADVENTURE
I
IN WHICH HE BUYS A CHRISTMAS TREE
There was never in the world a better fellow than Jimmy Bulstrode. If
he had been poorer his generosities would have ruined him over
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THE LAST STROKE
_A DETECTIVE STORY_
BY LAWRENCE L. LYNCH
(E. MURDOCH VAN DEVENTER)
_Author of_ "_No Proof_," "_Moina_," _&c., &c._
LONDON:
WARD, LOCK & CO., LIMITED,
WARWICK HOUSE, SALISBURY SQUARE, E.C.
NEW YORK AND MELBOURNE.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
CHAPTER I.
SOMETHING WRONG 1
CHAPTER II.
FOUND 12
CHAPTER III.
NEMESIS 28
CHAPTER IV.
FERRARS 39
CHAPTER V.
IN CONSULTATION 52
CHAPTER VI.
"WHICH?" 64
CHAPTER VII.
RENUNCIATION 75
CHAPTER VIII.
TRICKERY 90
CHAPTER IX.
A LETTER 101
CHAPTER X.
THIS HELPS ME 117
CHAPTER XI.
DETAILS 127
CHAPTER XII.
"FERRISS-GRANT" 135
CHAPTER XIII.
THE "LAKE COUNTY HERALD" 148
CHAPTER XIV.
A GHOST 157
CHAPTER XV.
REBELLION 175
CHAPTER XVI.
"OUT OF REACH" 185
CHAPTER XVII.
RUTH GLIDDEN 196
CHAPTER XVIII.
SUDDEN FLITTINGS 208
CHAPTER XIX.
THROUGH THE MAIL 221
CHAPTER XX.
A WOMAN'S HEART 237
CHAPTER XXI.
"QUARRELSOME HARRY" 250
CHAPTER XXII.
IN NUMBER NINE 269
CHAPTER XXIII.
TWO INTERVIEWS 279
CHAPTER XXIV.
MRS. GASTON LATHAM 292
CHAPTER XXV.
THE LAST STROKE 301
THE LAST STROKE.
CHAPTER I.
SOMETHING WRONG.
It was a May morning in Glenville. Pretty, picturesque Glenville, low
lying by the lake shore, with the waters of the lake surging to meet it,
or coyly receding from it, on the one side, and the green-clad hills
rising gradually and gently on the other, ending in a belt of trees at
the very horizon's edge.
There is little movement in the quiet streets of the town at half-past
eight o'clock in the morning, save for the youngsters who, walking,
running, leaping, sauntering or waiting idly, one for another, are, or
should be, on their way to the school-house which stands upon the very
southernmost outskirts of the town, and a little way up the hilly
<DW72>, at a reasonably safe remove from the willow-fringed lake shore.
The Glenville school-house was one of the earliest public buildings
erected in the village, and it had been "located" in what was
confidently expected to be the centre of the place. But the new and
late-coming impetus, which had changed the hamlet of half a hundred
dwellings to one of twenty times that number, and made of it a quiet and
not too fashionable little summer resort, had carried the business of
the place northward, and its residences still farther north, thus
leaving this seat of learning aloof from, and quite above the newer
town, in isolated and lofty dignity, surrounded by trees; in the
outskirts, in fact, of a second belt of wood, which girdled the lake
shore, even as the further and loftier fringe of timber outlined the
hilltops at the edge of the eastern horizon and far away.
"Les call 'er the 'cademy?" suggested Elias Robbins, one of the builders
of the school-house, and an early settler of Glenville. "What's to
hinder?"
"Nothin'," declared John Rote, the village oracle. "'Twill sound
first-rate."
They were standing outside the building, just completed and resplendent
in two coats of yellow paint, and they were just from the labour of
putting in, "hangin'" the new bell.
All of masculine Glenville was present, and the other sex was not
without representation.
"Suits me down ter the ground!" commented a third citizen; and no doubt
it would have suited the majority, but when Parson Ryder was consulted,
he smiled genially and shook his head.
"It won't do, I'm afraid, Elias," he said. "We're only a village as yet,
you see, and we can't even dub it the High School, except from a
geographical point of view. However, we are bound to grow, and our
titles will come with the growth."
The growth, after a time, began; but it was only a summer growth; and
the school-house was still a village school-house with its master and
one under, or primary, teacher; and to-day there was a frisking group of
the smaller youngsters rushing about the school-yard, while the first
bell rang out, and half a dozen of the older pupils clustered about the
girlish under-teacher full of questions and wonder; for Johnny Robbins,
whose turn it was to ring the bell this week, after watching the clock,
and the path up the hill, alternately, until the time for the first bell
had come, and was actually twenty seconds past, had reluctantly but
firmly seized the rope and began to pull.
"'Taint no use, Miss Grant; I'll have to do it. He told me not to wait
for nothin', never, when 'twas half-past eight, and so"--cling, clang,
cling--"I'm bound"--cling--"ter do it!" Clang. "You see"--cling--"even
if he aint here----" Clang,
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Text enclosed by equal signs is in bold face (=bold=).
THE GUARDIANS OF THE COLUMBIA
* * * * *
THE MOUNTAIN
I hold above a careless land
The menace of the skies;
Within the hollow of my hand
The sleeping tempest lies.
Mine are the promise of the morn,
The triumph of the day;
And parting sunset's beams forlorn
Upon my heights delay.
--Edward Sydney Tylee
* * * * *
[Illustration: COPYRIGHT DR. U. M. LAUMAN
Dawn on Spirit Lake, north side of Mt. St. Helens.
"Night's candles are burnt out, and jocund day
Stands tiptoe on the misty mountain tops." Shakespeare.]
THE GUARDIANS OF THE COLUMBIA
Mount Hood, Mount Adams and Mount St. Helens
by
JOHN H. WILLIAMS
Author of "The Mountain That Was 'God'"
_And mountains that like giants stand
To sentinel enchanted land._
SCOTT: "The Lady of the Lake."
With More Than Two Hundred Illustrations
Including Eight in Colors
Tacoma
John H. Williams
1912
[Illustration: COPYRIGHT, G. M. WEISTER
Climbing the last steep <DW72> on Mount Hood, from Cooper's Spur, with
ropes anchored on summit.]
Copyright, 1912, by John H. Williams
[Illustration: Willamette River at Portland, with ships loading wheat
and lumber for foreign ports.]
FOREWORD
In offering this second volume of a proposed series on Western mountain
scenery, I am fortunate in having a subject as unhackneyed as was that
of "The Mountain that Was 'God.'" The Columbia River has been described
in many publications about the Northwest, but the three fine snow-peaks
guarding its great canyon have received scant attention, and that mainly
from periodicals of local circulation.
These peaks are vitally a part of the vast Cascade-Columbia scene to
which they give a climax. Hence the story here told by text and picture
has necessarily included the stage upon which they were built up. And
since the great forests of this mountain and river district are a factor
of its beauty as well as its wealth, I am glad to be able to present a
brief chapter about them from the competent hand of Mr. H. D. Langille,
formerly of the United States forest service. A short bibliography, with
notes on transportation routes, hotels, guides and other matters of
interest to travelers and students, will be found at the end.
Accuracy has been my first aim. I have tried to avoid the exaggeration
employed in much current writing for the supposed edification of
tourists. It has seemed to me that simply and briefly to tell the truth
about the fascinating Columbia country would be the best service I could
render to those who love its splendid mountains and its noble river. A
mass of books, government documents and scientific essays has been
examined. This literature is more or less contradictory, and as I cannot
hope to have avoided all errors, I shall be grateful for any correction
of my text.
In choosing the illustrations, I have sought to show the individuality
of each peak. Mountains, like men, wear their history on their
faces,--none more so than Hood's sharp and finely scarred pyramid; or
Adams, with its wide, truncated dome and deeply carved <DW72>s; or St.
Helens, newest of all our extinct volcanoes--if, indeed, it be
extinct,--and least marred by the ice, its cone as perfect as
Fujiyama's. Each has its own wonderful story to tell of ancient and
often recent vulcanism. Let me again suggest that readers who would get
the full value of the more comprehensive illustrations will find a
reading glass very useful.
Thanks are due to many helpers. More than fifty photographers,
professional and amateur, are named in the table of illustrations.
Without their co-operation the book would have been impossible. I am
also indebted for valued information and assistance to the librarians at
the Portland and Tacoma public libraries, the officers and members of
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MASTERPIECES IN COLOUR
EDITED BY T. LEMAN HARE
RUBENS
IN THE SAME SERIES
ARTIST. AUTHOR.
VELAZQUEZ. S. L. BENSUSAN.
REYNOLDS. S. L. BENSUSAN.
TURNER. C. LEWIS HIND.
ROMNEY. C. LEWIS HIND.
GREUZE. ALYS EYRE MACKLIN.
BOTTICELLI. HENRY B. BINNS.
ROSSETTI. LUCIEN PISSARRO.
BELLINI. GEORGE HAY.
FRA ANGELICO. JAMES MASON.
REMBRANDT. JOSEF ISRAELS.
LEIGHTON. A. LYS BALDRY.
RAPHAEL. PAUL G. KONODY.
HOLMAN HUNT. MARY E. COLERIDGE.
TITIAN. S. L. BENSUSAN.
MILLAIS. A. LYS BALDRY.
CARLO DOLCI. GEORGE HAY.
GAINSBOROUGH. MAX ROTHSCHILD.
TINTORETTO. S. L. BENSUSAN.
LUINI. JAMES MASON.
FRANZ HALS. EDGCUMBE STALEY.
VAN DYCK. PERCY M. TURNER.
LEONARDO DA VINCI. M. W. BROCKWELL.
RUBENS. S. L. BENSUSAN.
WHISTLER. T. MARTIN WOOD.
_In Preparation_
VIGEE LE BRUN. C. HALDANE MACFALL.
BURNE-JONES. A. LYS BALDRY.
HOLBEIN. S. L. BENSUSAN.
J. F. MILLET. PERCY M. TURNER.
MEMLINC. W. H. JAMES WEALE.
ALBERT DUeRER. HERBERT FURST.
FRAGONARD. C. HALDANE MACFALL.
CONSTABLE. C. LEWIS HIND.
RAEBURN. JAMES L. CAW.
CHARDIN. PAUL G. KONODY.
BOUCHER. C. HALDANE MACFALL.
WATTEAU. C. LEWIS HIND.
MURILLO. S. L. BENSUSAN.
AND OTHERS.
[Illustration: PLATE I.--ELIZABETH OF FRANCE, DAUGHTER OF HENRY IV.
Frontispiece (In the Louvre)
The Princess is seen to great advantage in this fine portrait. The fair
complexion of the sitter is remarkably preserved, the white ruff, the
jewels, and the gold brocade are very cleverly handled. Another portrait
of Princess Elizabeth, painted in Madrid, may now be seen in St.
Petersburg.]
Rubens
BY S. L. BENSUSAN
ILLUSTRATED WITH EIGHT REPRODUCTIONS IN COLOUR
[Illustration]
LONDON: T. C. & E. C. JACK
NEW YORK: FREDERICK A. STOKES CO.
CONTENTS
Page
I. Introduction 11
II. The Painter's Life 21
III. Second Period 35
IV. The Later Years 45
V. The Painter's Art 55
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Plate
I. Elizabeth of France, Daughter of Henry IV. Frontispiece
In the Louvre
Page
II. Christ a la Paille 14
At Antwerp Museum
III. The Four Philosophers 24
In the Pitti Palace, Florence
IV. Isabella Brandt 34
In the Wallace Collection
V. Le Chapeau de Paille 40
In the National Gallery
VI. The Descent from the Cross 50
In the Cathedral, Antwerp
VII. Henry IV. leaving for a Campaign 60
In the Louvre
VIII. The Virgin and the Holy Innocents 70
In the Louvre
[Illustration]
I
INTRODUCTION
The name of Peter Paul Rubens is written so large in the history of
European art, that all the efforts of detractors have failed to stem the
tide of appreciation that flows towards it. Rubens was a great master
in nearly every pictorial sense of the term; and if at times the
coarseness and lack of restraint of his era were reflected upon his
canvas, we must blame the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries rather
than the man who worked through some of their most interesting years,
and at worst was no more than a real
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HARPER'S
NEW MONTHLY MAGAZINE
NO. XXVI.--JULY, 1852.--VOL. V.
[Illustration: GENERAL VIEW.]
THE ARMORY AT SPRINGFIELD
BY JACOB ABBOTT
SPRINGFIELD.
The Connecticut river flows through the State of Massachusetts, from
north to south, on a line about half way between the middle of the
State and its western boundary. The valley through which the river
flows, which perhaps the stream itself has formed, is broad and
fertile, and it presents, in the summer months of the year, one widely
extended scene of inexpressible verdure and beauty. The river meanders
through a region of broad and luxuriant meadows which are overflowed
and enriched by an annual inundation. These meadows extend sometimes
for miles on either side of the stream, and are adorned here and there
with rural villages, built wherever there is a little elevation of
land--sufficient to render human habitations secure. The broad and
beautiful valley is bounded on either hand by an elevated and
undulating country, with streams, mills, farms, villages, forests, and
now and then a towering mountain, to vary and embellish the landscape.
In some cases a sort of spur or projection from the upland country
projects into the valley, forming a mountain summit there, from which
the most magnificent views are obtained of the beauty and fertility of
the surrounding scene.
There are three principal towns upon the banks of the Connecticut
within the Massachusetts lines: Greenfield on the north--where the
river enters into Massachusetts from between New Hampshire and
Vermont--Northampton at the centre, and Springfield on the south.
These towns are all built at points where the upland approaches near
to the river. Thus at Springfield the land rises by a gentle ascent
from near the bank of the stream to a spacious and beautiful plain
which overlooks the valley. The town is built upon this declivity. It
is so enveloped in trees that from a distance it appears simply like a
grove with cupolas and spires rising above the masses of forest
foliage; but to one within it, it presents every where most enchanting
pictures of rural elegance and beauty. The streets are avenues of
trees. The houses are surrounded by gardens, and so enveloped in
shrubbery that in many cases they reveal themselves to the passer-by
only by the glimpse that he obtains of a colonnade or a piazza,
through some little vista which opens for a moment and then closes
again as he passes along. At one point, in ascending from the river to
the plain above, the tourist stops involuntarily to admire the view
which opens on either side, along a winding and beautiful street which
here crosses his way. It is called Chestnut-street on the right hand,
and Maple-street on the left--the two portions receiving their several
names from the trees with which they are respectively adorned. The
branches of the trees meet in a dense and unbroken mass of foliage
over the middle of the street, and the sidewalk presents very
precisely the appearance and expression of an alley in the gardens of
Versailles.
THE ARMORY GROUNDS.
On reaching the summit of the ascent, the visitor finds himself upon
an extended plain, with streets of beautiful rural residences on every
hand, and in the centre a vast public square occupied and surrounded
by the buildings of the Armory. These buildings are spacious and
elegant in their construction, and are arranged in a very picturesque
and symmetrical manner within the square, and along the streets that
surround it. The grounds are shaded with trees; the dwellings are
adorned with gardens and shrubbery. Broad and neatly-kept walks, some
graveled, others paved, extend across the green or along the line of
the buildings, opening charming vistas in every direction. All is
quiet and still. Here and there a solitary pedestrian is seen moving
at a distance upon the sidewalk, or disappearing among the trees at
the end of an avenue; and perhaps the carriage of some party of
strangers stands waiting at a gate. The visitor who comes upon this
scene on a calm summer morning, is enchanted by the rural beauty that
surrounds him, and by the air of silence and repose which reigns over
it all. He hears the distant barking of a dog, the voices of children
at play, or the subdued thundering of the railway-train crossing the
river over its wooden viaduct, far down the valley--and other similar
rural sounds coming from a distance through the calm morning air--but
all around him and near him is still. Can it be possible, he asks,
that such a scene of tranquillity and loveliness can be the outward
form and embodiment of a vast machinery incessantly
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[Illustration: H. Frances Davidson and Adda G. Engle.]
SOUTH AND SOUTH
CENTRAL AFRICA
A RECORD OF FIFTEEN YEARS'
MISSIONARY LABORS AMONG
PRIMITIVE PEOPLES
BY
H. FRANCES DAVIDSON
(WITH PHOTOGRAPHS BY THE MISSIONARIES)
PRINTED FOR THE AUTHOR BY
BRETHREN PUBLISHING HOUSE
ELGIN, ILL.
1915
Copyrighted by
H. FRANCES DAVIDSON
1915
* * * * *
Books may be obtained through
H. R. DAVIDSON
AUBURN, IND.
Route 3
or
M. L. HOFFMAN
ABILENE, KANS.
DEDICATED
TO
MY FATHER'S LIFELONG FRIEND
DR. W. O. BAKER
And to All Others, Who, Like Him, Are Deeply
Interested in the Evangelization of the
Dark Continent
INTRODUCTION
With utmost confidence and pleasure, I give an introductory expression
for this intelligible, authentic, and most valuable little volume, the
product of great sacrifice and long experience, by one who was favored
and honored with lucrative educational positions, being a classic.
I have been acquainted with the authoress for many years, and am a
member of the Foreign Missionary Board under whose auspices she has most
effectually labored during an unbroken period of one and one
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IN THE YULE-LOG GLOW
CHRISTMAS TALES FROM 'ROUND THE WORLD
"Sic as folk tell ower at a winter ingle"
_Scott_
EDITED BY
HARRISON S. MORRIS
THREE VOLUMES IN ONE.
Book II.
PHILADELPHIA
J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY 1900.
Copyright, 1891, by J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY.
PRINTED BY J. B. LIPPINCOTT COMPANY, PHILADELPHIA.
CONTENTS OF BOOK II
CHRISTMAS WITH THE BARON
_By Angelo J. Lewis._
A CHRISTMAS MIRACLE
_By Harrison S. Morris._
SALVETTE AND BERNADOU
_From the French of Alphonse Daudet._
_By Harrison S. Morris._
THE WOLF TOWER
THE PEACE EGG
_By Juliana Horatia Ewing._
A STORY OF NUREMBERG
_By Agnes Repplier._
A PICTURE OF THE NATIVITY BY FRA FILIPPO LIPPI
_By Vernon Lee._
MELCHIOR'S DREAM
_By Juliana Horatia Ewing._
MR. GRAPEWINE'S CHRISTMAS DINNER
_By Harrison S. Morris._
ILLUSTRATIONS, BOOK II.
THE DAUGHTER OF THE BARON
THE HOSPITAL
MUMMERS
"A HILLY COUNTRY"
_A Droll Chapter by a Swiss Gossip._
"I here beheld an agreeable old
fellow, forgetting age, and showing
the way to be young at sixty-five."
_Goldsmith._
CHRISTMAS WITH THE BARON.
I.
Once upon a time--fairy tales always begin with once upon a time--once
upon a time there lived in a fine old castle on the Rhine a certain
Baron von Schrochslofsleschshoffinger. You will not find it an easy name
to pronounce; in fact, the baron never tried it himself but once, and
then he was laid up for two days afterwards; so in future we will merely
call him "the baron," for shortness, particularly as he was rather a
dumpy man.
After having heard his name, you will not be surprised when I tell you
that he was an exceedingly bad character. For a baron, he was considered
enormously rich; a hundred and fifty pounds a year would not be thought
much in this country; but still it will buy a good deal of sausage,
which, with wine grown on the estate, formed the chief sustenance of the
baron and his family.
Now, you will hardly believe that, notwithstanding he was the possessor
of this princely revenue, the baron was not satisfied, but oppressed
and ground down his unfortunate tenants to the very last penny he could
possibly squeeze out of them. In all his exactions he was seconded and
encouraged by his steward Klootz, an old rascal who took a malicious
pleasure in his master's cruelty, and who chuckled and rubbed his hands
with the greatest apparent enjoyment when any of the poor landholders
could not pay their rent, or afforded him any opportunity for
oppression.
Not content with making the poor tenants pay double value for the land
they rented, the baron was in the habit of going round every now and
then to their houses and ordering anything he took a fancy to, from a
fat pig to a pretty daughter, to be sent up to the castle. The pretty
daughter was made parlor-maid, but as she had nothing a year, and to
find herself, it wasn't what would be considered by careful mothers an
eligible situation. The fat pig became sausage, of course.
Things went on from bad to worse, till, at the time of our story,
between the alternate squeezings of the baron and his steward, the poor
tenants had very little left to squeeze out of them. The fat pigs and
pretty daughters had nearly all found their way up to the castle, and
there was little left to take.
[Illustration: The Daughter of the Baron]
The only help the poor fellows had was the baron's only daughter, Lady
Bertha, who always had a kind word, and frequently something more
substantial, for them when her father was not in the way.
Now, I'm not going to describe Bertha, for the simple reason that if I
did you would imagine that she was the fairy I'm going to tell you
about, and she isn't. However, I don't mind giving you a few outlines.
In the first place, she was exceedingly tiny,--the nicest girls, the
real lovable little pets, always are tiny,--and she had long silken
black hair, and a dear, dimpled little face full of love and mischief.
Now, then, fill up the outline with the details of the nicest and
prettiest girl you know, and you will have a slight idea of her. On
second thoughts, I don't believe you will, for your portrait wouldn't be
half good enough; however, it will be near enough for you.
Well, the baron's daughter, being all your fancy painted her and a
trifle more, was naturally much distressed at the goings-on of her
unamiable parent
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[Illustration: That's where Daddy is!
(From the painting by J. Snowman.)]
THE ROYAL SCHOOL SERIES
Highroads of Geography
_Illustrated by Masterpieces of the following artists:--J.M.W. Turner,
F. Goodall, E.A. Hornel, Talbot Kelly, W. Simpson, Edgar H. Fisher, J.F.
Lewis, T.H. Liddell, Cyrus Cuneo, &c._
Introductory Book--Round the World with Father
1916
CONTENTS.
1. Good-bye to Father,
2. A Letter from France,
3. In Paris,
4. On the Way to Egypt,
5. A Letter from Egypt,
6. Children of Egypt,
7. Through the Canal,
8. Amongst the Arabs.--I.,
9. Amongst the Arabs.--II.,
10. A Letter from India,
11. In the Streets,
12. Our Indian Cousin,
13. In the Garden,
14. Indian Boys and Girls,
15. Elephants and Tigers,
16. A Letter from Burma.--I.,
17. A Letter from Burma.--II.,
18. A Letter from Ceylon,
19. A Letter from China,
20. Chinese Boys and Girls,
21. Hair, Fingers, and Toes,
22. A Letter from Japan,
23. <DW61> Children,
24. A Letter from Canada,
25. Children of Canada,
26. The Red Men,
27. The Eskimos.
28. Father's Last Letter,
29. Home Again,
EXERCISES,
INTRODUCTORY BOOK.
I. GOOD-BYE TO FATHER.
1. Father kissed us and said, "Good-bye, dears. Be good children, and
help mother as much as you can. The year will soon pass away. What a
merry time we will have when I come back again!"
2. Father kissed mother, and then stepped into the train. The guard blew
his whistle, and the train began to move. We waved good-bye until it was
out of sight.
[Illustration: {Children waving good-bye to their father as the train
pulls away}]
3. Then we all began to cry--even Tom, who thinks himself such a man. It
was _so_ lonely without father.
4. Tom was the first to dry his eyes. He turned to me and said, "Stop
that crying. You are the eldest, and you ought to know better."
5. He made mother take his arm, just as father used to do. Then he began
to whistle, to show that he did not care a bit. All the way home he
tried to make jokes.
6. As soon as we had taken off our coats and hats, Tom called us into
the sitting-room. "Look here," he said: "we're going to have no glum
faces in this house. We must be bright and cheerful, or mother will
fret. You know father wouldn't like that."
[Illustration: {Children in the sitting-room}]
7. We said that we would do our best. So off we went to help mother to
make the beds and to dust the rooms. While we were doing this we quite
forgot to be sad.
8. After tea we went into father's room and looked at the globe. "I'm
going to follow father right round the world," said Tom. "Please show me
which way he is going." Mother did so.
9. "By this time next week," she said, "we shall have the first of many
long letters from father. I am sure we shall enjoy reading them. He will
tell us about the far-off lands which he is going to see."
10. "That will be grand," I said. "I hope he will tell us _lots_
about the children. I want to know what they look like, what they wear,
and what games they play."
11. Tom said he would rather not hear about children. He wanted to hear
about savages and tigers and shipwrecks, and things like that.
[Illustration: {Postman delivering a letter}]
12. A week later the postman brought us father's first letter. How eager
we were to hear it! Mother had to read it for us two or three times.
13. Every week for many weeks the postman brought us letters from
father. When he handed us a letter he used to say, "I'm glad to see that
your daddy is all right so far."
14. This book is made up of father's letters from abroad. I hope you
will enjoy them as much as we did.
* * * * *
2. A LETTER FROM FRANCE.
1. MY DEAR CHILDREN,--I am writing this letter in a large seaport of the
south of France. To-morrow I shall go on board the big ship which is to
take me to Egypt.
2. Let me tell you about my travels so far. The train in which I left
our town took me to London. Next day another train took me to a small
town on the seashore.
3. About twenty miles of sea lie between this town and France. At once I
went on board the small steamer which was to take me across. The sea was
smooth and the sun was shining.
[Illustration: The White Cliffs of Dover.
(From the picture by J. M. W. Turner, R.A.)]
4. I stood on the deck looking at the white cliffs of dear old England.
When I could see them no longer I found that we were not far from
France.
5. In about an hour we reached a French town which in olden days
belonged to us. The steamer sailed right up to the railway station.
6. I had something to eat, and then took my place in the train. Soon we
were speeding towards Paris, the chief town of France.
7. I looked out of the window most of the time. We ran through many
meadows and cornfields. Here and there I saw rows of poplar trees
between the fields.
8. Now and then we crossed rivers with barges on them. On and on we
went, past farmhouses and little villages, each with its church. The
French villages look brighter than ours. I think this is because the
houses are painted in gay colours.
9. I saw many men, women, and children working in the fields. All of
them wore wooden shoes. Most of the men and boys were dressed in blue
blouses.
[Illustration: {People working in a field}]
10. There was a little French boy in my carriage. He wore a black blouse
with a belt. His stockings were short, and did not come up to his
knickerbockers. He was rather pale, and his legs were very thin.
11. The boy was about Tom's age. He sat still, and held his father's
hand all the way. I don't think Tom would have done this; he thinks
himself too much of a man.
12. After a time we crossed a broad river, and came to the dull, dark
station of a large city. As we left it, I saw the tall spire of one of
the grandest churches in all the world.
13. On we went, past farms and villages and small towns, until at last
we reached Paris.
* * * * *
3. IN PARIS.
[Illustration: In the Gardens.
(From the picture by Cyrus Cuneo, R.I.)]
1. Paris is a very grand and beautiful city. The French people say that
France is a great garden. They also say that the finest flowers in this
garden make up the nosegay which we call Paris.
2. A great river runs through Paris. All day long you can see little
steamboats darting to and fro on the river, like swallows. Near to the
river are some beautiful gardens.
[Illustration: {View of Paris}]
3. I sat in these gardens, at a little table under the trees. As I sat
there a man walked up the path. At once I heard a great chirping and a
flutter of wings.
[Illustration: {A man with birds}]
4. All the birds in the garden flocked to him. They seemed to know him
as an old friend. Some perched on his shoulders and some on his hat. One
bold little fellow tried to get into his pocket. It was a pretty sight
to see him feeding the birds.
5. In the gardens there were many nurses carrying babies. These nurses
were very gay indeed. They wore gray cloaks and white caps, with broad
silk ribbons hanging down their backs.
6. Some of the older children were playing ball, but they did not play
very well. Until a few years ago French boys had few outdoor games. Now
they are learning to play tennis and football.
7. French boys are always clean and neatly dressed, however poor they
may be. They think more about lessons than our boys do. Their school
hours are much longer than ours.
8. French girls have not so much freedom as our girls. A grown-up person
takes them to school and brings them home again. Their mothers do not
allow them to go for walks by themselves. I wonder how Kate and May
would like this.
9. Some day I must take you to see Paris. You would love to ramble
through its streets. Many of them are planted with trees. Under these
trees you may see men and women sitting at little tables. They eat and
drink while a band plays merry tunes.
[Illustration: {People at a table, being waited on}]
10. You would be sure to notice that the French people have very good
manners. When a Frenchman enters or leaves a shop he raises his hat and
bows. A Frenchman is always polite, and he always tries to please you.
11. I cannot now write anything more about Paris. I should like to tell
you about its beautiful buildings and its fine shops, but I have no more
time to spare.
12. I hope you are all doing your best to make mother happy. I am very
well; I hope you are well too.--Your loving FATHER.
* * * * *
4. ON THE WAY TO EGYPT.
1. MY DEAR CHILDREN,--I am writing this letter on board the big ship
which is taking me to Egypt. Let me tell you what I have seen and done
since I left Paris.
2. It is a long day's ride from Paris to the seaport from which my ship
set sail. Let me tell you about the journey. A few hours after leaving
Paris the train began to run through vineyards.
3. At this time of the year a vineyard is a pretty sight. The broad
leaves of the vine are tinted with crimson and gold. Beneath them are
the purple or golden grapes.
4. As I passed through France the grapes were ripe, and were being
gathered. I could see women and children going up and down between the
rows of vines. They plucked the ripe fruit and put it into baskets. When
the baskets were filled they were emptied into a big tub.
[Illustration: THE GRAPE HARVEST.
(From the picture by P.M. Dupuy in the Salon of 1909. Bought by the
State.)]
5. When the tub was filled it was taken to a building near at hand. In
this building there is a press which squeezes the juice out of the
grapes. The grape juice is then made into wine.
6. As evening drew on we came to a large town where two big rivers meet.
It is a busy town, and has many smoky chimneys. Much silk and velvet are
made in this town.
7. I think you know that silk is made by the silkworm. This worm feeds
on the leaves of the mulberry tree. In the south of France there are
thousands of mulberry trees. There are also many orange and olive trees.
8. The weather is much warmer in the south of France than it is in
England. In the early spring all sorts of pretty flowers are grown on
the hillsides. They are sent to England, and are sold in the shops when
our gardens are bare.
9. Now I must hurry on. For some hours we ran by the side of a swift
river; with mountains on both sides of us. Then we reached the big
seaport, and there I found my ship waiting for me.
10. It is a huge ship, with hundreds of cabins, a large dining-room,
drawing-room and smoking-room. It is really a floating hotel.
11. Most of the people on board are going to India. All day long they
sit in chairs on the deck reading. Some of us play games, and at night
we have dances and concerts.
[Illustration: GAMES ON BOARD FATHER'S SHIP.
(From the picture by W.L. Wylie. By kind permission of the P. and O.
Co.)]
12. We have now been four days at sea. To-morrow we shall reach a town
by the side of a great canal. This town and canal are in Egypt.
13. I hope you are still good and happy.--Best love to you all. FATHER.
* * * * *
5. A LETTER FROM EGYPT.
1. MY DEAR CHILDREN,--With this letter I am sending you a beautiful
picture. Look at it carefully, and you will see what Egypt is like.
2. The water which you see in the picture is part of the great river
Nile. If there were no Nile to water the land, Egypt would be nothing
but a desert.
3. Once a year, as a rule, the Nile rises and overflows its banks. The
waters spread out over the country and cover it with rich mud. In this
mud much cotton, sugar, grain, and rice are grown.
[Illustration: The Nile in Flood.
(From the picture by F. Goodall, R. A., in the Guildhall Gallery. By
permission of the Corporation of London.)]
4. Egypt now belongs to the British. They have turned part of the Nile
into a huge lake, in which the water is stored.
5. The water is let out of the lake when it is needed. It runs into
canals, and then into drains, which cross the fields and water them.
6. A sail along the Nile is very pleasant. There are lovely tints of
green on the water. As the boat glides on, many villages are passed.
Each of these has its snow-white temple.
7. All along the river bank there are palm trees. They wave their crowns
of green leaves high in the air. The fields are gay with colour. Above
all is the bright blue sky.
8. Look at the picture again. At a short distance from the water you see
a village. It has a wall round it, and outside the wall is a ditch. In
October the ditch is full of water; in spring it is dry.
9. In and near this ditch the children and the dogs of the villages play
together. You can see two boys in the picture. One of them is standing
by his mother. The other boy is riding on a buffalo.
10. In the middle of the village there is an open space. Sometimes this
space is covered with bright green grass. Round it are rows of palm
trees. The house of the chief stands on one side of this green.
11. Every village has its well, and every well has its water-wheel for
drawing up the water. By the side of the well the old men of the village
sit smoking and chatting. The women come to the well to fill their
pitchers with water.
12. All the houses are built of Nile mud. This mud is dug out of the
banks of the river. It is mixed with a little chopped straw to hold it
together. Then it is put into moulds. After a time it is turned out of
the moulds, and is left to dry in the sun.
[Illustration: The Chief City of Egypt.
(From the picture by Talbot Kelly, R.I.)]
* * * * *
6. CHILDREN OF EGYPT.
[Illustration: {An Egyptian woman}]
1. In the picture you see two of the women of Egypt. One of them is
standing at the edge of the river. She is filling her pitcher with
water. The other woman is carrying a lamb in her arms.
2. The people of Egypt have changed but little since the days of Moses.
The men have brown faces, white teeth, and bright black eyes. Most of
them wear beards and shave their heads.
3. The women wear long dark cloaks. If they are well-to-do they cover
their faces with a veil. They think it wrong to let their faces be seen
by any men except their husbands.
4. I think Kate would like to hear something about the children. Those
who have rich fathers wear beautiful clothes, and have a very happy
time. Poor children wear few clothes, and are nearly always covered with
dust.
5. Many of the boys go to school, and are taught just as you are. They
read the same kind of books that you read.
6. The children of Egypt always obey their parents, and are never rude
to them. I think they have very good manners.
7. All the people of Egypt love singing. Their voices are soft and
sweet. The boatmen on the Nile sing as they row. The fruit-sellers sing
as they cry their wares in the streets.
8. Many of the boys in the chief city of Egypt are donkey drivers. In
Egypt donkeys are far more used for riding than horses. The donkeys are
beautiful little animals, and they trot along very quickly.
[Illustration: {A boy with two donkeys}]
9. Each donkey has a boy to run after it with a stick, and to shout at
it to make it go. The donkey boys are very jolly little fellows. They
always smile, however far they have to run.
10. Most donkey boys wear a white or blue gown, and have a red cap, or
fez, on the head. If a donkey boy sees an Englishman coming, he runs to
him and says, "My donkey is called John Bull." If he sees an American
coming, he says that his donkey's name is Yankee Doodle.
11. Sometimes the donkey boy will ask the rider,--
"Very good donkey?"
If the rider says
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_By the Same Author_:
THE TREASURE OF THE HUMBLE. Translated by ALFRED SUTRO. 12mo.
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WHAT THE WHITE RACE MAY
LEARN FROM THE INDIAN
BOOKS BY GEORGE WHARTON JAMES
What the White Race May Learn from the Indian.
In and Around the Grand Canyon.
Indians of the Painted Desert Region.
In and Out of the Old Missions of California.
The Wonders of the Colorado Desert.
The Story of Scraggles.
Indian Basketry.
How to Make Indian and Other Baskets.
Travelers’ Handbook to Southern California.
The Beacon Light.
[Illustration: GROUP OF HOPI MAIDENS AND AN OLD MAN AT MASHONGANAVI.]
What the White Race May
Learn from the Indian
BY
GEORGE WHARTON JAMES
AUTHOR OF “IN AND AROUND THE GRAND CANYON,” “INDIAN BASKETRY,” “HOW
TO MAKE INDIAN AND OTHER BASKETS,” “PRACTICAL BASKET MAKING,”
“THE INDIANS OF THE PAINTED DESERT REGION,” “TRAVELERS’ HANDBOOK
TO SOUTHERN CALIFORNIA,” “IN AND OUT OF THE OLD
MISSIONS OF CALIFORNIA,” “THE STORY OF SCRAGGLES,”
“THE WONDERS OF THE COLORADO DESERT,” “THROUGH
RAMONA’S COUNTRY,” “LIVING THE RADIANT
LIFE,” “THE BEACON LIGHT,” ETC.
[Illustration]
CHICAGO
FORBES & COMPANY
1908
COPYRIGHT, 1908
BY
EDITH E. FARNSWORTH
The Lakeside Press
R. R. DONNELLEY & SONS COMPANY
CHICAGO
[Illustration: WHAT THE WHITE RACE MAY LEARN FROM THE INDIAN]
FOREWORD
I would not have it thought that I commend indiscriminately everything
that the Indian does and is. There are scores of things about the
Indian that are reprehensible and to be avoided. Most Indians smoke,
and to me the habit is a vile and nauseating one. Indians often wear
filthy clothes. They are often coarse in their acts, words, and their
humor. Some of their habits are repulsive. I have seen Indian boys
and men maltreat helpless animals until my blood has boiled with an
indignation I could not suppress, and I have taken the animals away
from them. They are generally vindictive and relentless in pursuit of
their enemies. They often content themselves with impure and filthy
water when a little careful labor would give them a supply of fairly
good water.
Indeed, in numerous things and ways I have personally seen the Indian
is not to be commended, but condemned, and his methods of life avoided.
But because of this, I do not close my eyes to the many good things
of his life. My reason is useless to me unless it teaches me what to
accept and what to reject, and he is kin to fool who refuses to accept
good from a man or a race unless in everything that man or race is
perfect. There is no perfection, in man at least, on earth, and all the
good I have ever received from human beings has been from imperfect men
and women. So I fully recognize the imperfections of the Indian while
taking lessons from him in those things that go to make life fuller,
richer, better.
Neither must it be thought that everything here said of the Indians
with whom I have come in contact can be said of all Indians. Indians
are not all alike any more than white men and women are all alike. One
can find filthy, disgusting slovens among white women, yet we do not
condemn all white women on the strength of this indisputable fact. So
with Indians. Some are good, some indifferent, some bad. In dealing
with them as a race, a people, therefore, I do as I would with my own
race, I take what to me seem to be racial characteristics, or in other
words, the things that are manifested in the lives of the best men and
women, and which seem to represent their habitual aims, ambitions, and
desires.
This book lays no claim to completeness or thoroughness. It is merely
suggestive. The field is much larger than I have gleaned over. The
chapters of which the book is composed were written when away from
works of reference, and merely as transcripts of the remembrances
that flashed through my mind at the time of writing. Yet I believe in
everything I have said I have kept strictly within the bounds of truth,
and have written only that which I personally know to be fact.
The original articles from which these pages have been made were
written in various desultory places,--on the cars, while traveling
between the Pacific and the Atlantic, on the elevated railways of the
metropolis, standing at the desk of my New York friend in his office on
Broadway, even in the woods of Michigan and in the depths of the Grand
Canyon. Two of the new chapters were written at the home of my friend
Bass, at Bass Camp, Grand Canyon, but the main enlargement and revision
has occurred at Santa Clara College, the site of the Eighth Mission
in the Alta California chain of Franciscan Missions. The bells of the
Mission Church have hourly rung in my ears, and the Angelus and other
calls to prayer have given me sweet memories of the good old padres
who founded this and the other missions, as well as shown me pictures
of the devoted priests of to-day engaged in their solemn services. I
have heard the merry shouts of the boys of this college at their play,
for the Jesuits are the educators of the boys of the Catholic Church.
Here from the precincts of this old mission, I call upon the white race
to incorporate into its civilization the good things of the Indian
civilization; to forsake the injurious things of its pseudo-civilized,
artificial, and over-refined life, and to return to the simple,
healthful, and natural life which the Indians largely lived before and
after they came under the dominion of the Spanish padres.
If all or anything of that which is here presented leads any of my
readers to a kinder and more honest attitude of mind towards the
Indians, then I shall be thankful, and the book will have amply
accomplished its mission.
GEORGE WHARTON JAMES.
SANTA CLARA, CALIFORNIA, November 27, 1907.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
FOREWORD 9
I. THE WHITE RACE AND ITS TREATMENT OF THE INDIAN 15
II. THE WHITE RACE AND ITS CIVILIZATION 28
III. THE INDIAN AND NASAL AND DEEP BREATHING 39
IV. THE INDIAN AND OUT-OF-DOOR LIFE 49
V. THE INDIAN AND SLEEPING OUT OF DOORS 70
VI. THE INDIAN AS A WALKER, RIDER, AND CLIMBER 79
VII. THE INDIAN IN THE RAIN AND THE DIRT 93
VIII. THE INDIAN AND PHYSICAL LABOR 105
IX. THE INDIAN AND PHYSICAL LABOR FOR GIRLS AND WOMEN 111
X. THE INDIAN AND DIET 119
XI. THE INDIAN AND EDUCATION 130
XII. THE INDIAN AND HOSPITALITY 143
XIII. THE INDIAN AND CERTAIN SOCIAL TRAITS AND CUSTOMS 156
XIV. THE INDIAN AND SOME LUXURIES 162
XV. THE INDIAN AND THE SEX QUESTION 175
XVI. THE INDIAN AND HER BABY 183
XVII. THE INDIAN AND THE SANCTITY OF NUDITY 197
XVIII. THE INDIAN AND FRANKNESS 204
XIX. THE INDIAN AND REPINING 207
XX. THE INDIAN AND THE SUPERFLUITIES OF LIFE 210
XXI. THE INDIAN AND MENTAL POISE 217
XXII. THE INDIAN AND SELF-RESTRAINT 229
XXIII. THE INDIAN AND AFFECTATION 235
XXIV. THE INDIAN AND ART WORK 240
XXV. THE INDIAN AND RELIGIOUS WORSHIP 250
XXVI. THE INDIAN AND IMMORTALITY 259
XXVII. VISITING THE INDIANS 265
XXVIII. CONCLUSION 268
CHAPTER I
THE WHITE RACE AND ITS TREATMENT OF THE INDIAN
Ever since the white race has been in power on the American continent
it has regarded the Indian race--and by this I mean all the aboriginal
people found here--as its inferiors in every regard. And little by
little upon this hypothesis have grown up various sentiments and
aphorisms which have so controlled the actions of men who never see
below the surface of things, and who have no thought power of their
own, that our national literature has become impregnated with the
fiendish conception that “the only good Indian is the dead Indian.”
The exploits of a certain class of scouts and Indian-hunters have been
lauded in books without number, so that even schoolboys are found each
year running away west, each with a belt of cartridges around his waist
and a revolver in his hip pocket, for the purpose of _hunting Indians_.
Good men and women, people of the highest character, are found to be
possessed of an antipathy towards the Indian that is neither moral nor
christian. Men of the highest integrity in ordinary affairs will argue
forcefully and with an apparent confidence in the justice of their plea
that the Indian has no rights in this country that we are bound to
respect. They are here merely on sufferance, and whatever the United
States government does for them is pure and disinterested philanthropy,
for which the Indian should be only grateful and humble.
To me this is a damnable state of affairs. If prior possession entitles
one to any right in land, then the Indian owns the land of the United
States by prior right. The so-called argument that because the Indian
is not wisely _using_ the land, and that therefore he stands in the
way of progress and must be removed, and further, that we, the people
of the United States, are the providentially appointed instruments for
that removal, is to me so sophistical, so manifestly insincere, so
horribly cruel, that I have little patience either to listen or reply
to it.
If this be true, what about the vast holders of land whom our laws
cherish and protect? Are they holding the land for useful and good
purposes? Are they “helping on the cause of civilization” by their
merciless and grasping control of the millions of acres they have
generally so unlawfully and immorally secured? Thousands, nay millions,
of acres are held by comparatively few men, without one thought for the
common good. The only idea in the minds of these men is the selfish
one: “What can I make out of it?”
Let us be honest with ourselves and call things by their proper names
in our treatment of the weaker race. If the Indian is in the way and
we are determined to take his land from him, let us at least be manly
enough to recognize ourselves as thieves and robbers, and do the act as
the old barons of Europe used to do it, by force of arms, fairly and
cheerfully: “You have these broad acres: I want them. I challenge you
to hold them: to the victor belongs the spoils.” Then the joust began.
And he who was the stronger gained the acres and the castle.
Let us go to the Indian and say: “I want your lands, your
hunting-grounds, your forests, your water-holes, your springs, your
rivers, your corn-fields,
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UNCLE SAM'S BOYS IN THE RANKS
Or
Two Recruits in the United States Army
by
H. IRVING HANCOCK
Author of The Motor Boat Club Series, The High School Series, The West
Point Series, The Annapolis Series, The Young Engineers' Series, Etc.,
Etc.
Illustrated
[Illustration: "And These Are Your Applications?"
_Frontispiece._]
Philadelphia
Henry Altemus Company
Copyright, 1910, by Howard E. Altemus
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. A LESSON IN RESPECT FOR THE UNIFORM 7
II. AT THE RECRUITING OFFICE 25
III. THE ORDEAL OF EXAMINATION 37
IV. MRS. BRANDERS GETS A NEW VIEW 54
V. IN THE AWKWARD SQUAD 63
VI. THE TROUBLE WITH CORPORAL SHRIMP 79
VII. WHEN THE GUARD CAME 93
VIII. THE CALL TO COMPANY FORMATION 104
IX. ORDERED TO THE THIRTY-FOURTH 112
X. A SWIFT CALL TO DUTY
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OPTIONS
by
O. HENRY
CONTENTS
"The Rose of Dixie"
The Third Ingredient
The Hiding of Black Bill
Schools and Schools
Thimble, Thimble
Supply and Demand
Buried Treasure
To Him Who Waits
He Also Serves
The Moment of Victory
The Head-Hunter
No Story
The Higher Pragmatism
Best-Seller
Rus in Urbe
A Poor Rule
"THE ROSE OF DIXIE"
When _The Rose of Dixie_ magazine was started by a stock company in
Toombs City, Georgia, there was never but one candidate for its chief
editorial position in the minds of its owners. Col. Aquila Telfair
was the man for the place. By all the rights of learning, family,
reputation, and Southern traditions, he was its foreordained, fit,
and logical editor. So, a committee of the patriotic Georgia citizens
who had subscribed the founding fund of $100,000 called upon Colonel
Telfair at his residence, Cedar Heights, fearful lest the enterprise
and the South should suffer by his possible refusal.
The colonel received them in his great library, where he spent most
of his days. The library had descended to him from his father. It
contained ten thousand volumes, some of which had been published as
late as the year 1861. When the deputation arrived, Colonel Telfair
was seated at his massive white-pine centre-table, reading Burton's
"Anatomy of Melancholy." He arose and shook hands punctiliously with
each member of the committee. If you were familiar with _The Rose of
Dixie_ you will remember the colonel's portrait, which appeared in it
from time to time. You could not forget the long, carefully brushed
white hair; the hooked, high-bridged nose, slightly twisted to the
left; the keen eyes under the still black eyebrows; the classic mouth
beneath the drooping white mustache, slightly frazzled at the ends.
The committee solicitously offered him the position of managing editor,
humbly presenting an outline of the field that the publication was
designed to cover and mentioning a comfortable salary. The colonel's
lands were growing poorer each year and were much cut up by red
gullies. Besides, the honor was not one to be refused.
In a forty-minute speech of acceptance, Colonel Telfair gave an
outline of English literature from Chaucer to Macaulay, re-fought the
battle of Chancellorsville, and said that, God helping him, he would
so conduct _The Rose of Dixie_ that its fragrance and beauty would
permeate the entire world, hurling back into the teeth of the Northern
minions their belief that no genius or good could exist in the brains
and hearts of the people whose property they had destroyed and whose
rights they had curtailed.
Offices for the magazine were partitioned off and furnished in the
second floor of the First National Bank building; and it was for the
colonel to cause _The Rose of Dixie_ to blossom and flourish or to
wilt in the balmy air of the land of flowers.
The staff of assistants and contributors that Editor-Colonel Telfair
drew about him was a peach. It was a whole crate of Georgia peaches.
The first assistant editor, Tolliver Lee Fairfax, had had a father
killed during Pickett's charge. The second assistant, Keats Unthank,
was the nephew of one of Morgan's Raiders. The book reviewer, Jackson
Rockingham, had been the youngest soldier in the Confederate army,
having appeared on the field of battle with a sword in one hand and a
milk-bottle in the other. The art editor, Roncesvalles Sykes, was a
third cousin to a nephew of Jefferson Davis. Miss Lavinia Terhune, the
colonel's stenographer and typewriter, had an aunt who had once been
kissed by Stonewall Jackson. Tommy Webster, the head office-boy,
got his job by having recited Father Ryan's poems, complete, at the
commencement exercises of the Toombs City High School. The girls who
wrapped and addressed the magazines were members of old Southern
families in Reduced Circumstances. The cashier was a scrub named
Hawkins, from Ann Arbor, Michigan, who had recommendations and a bond
from a guarantee company filed with the owners. Even Georgia stock
companies sometimes realize that it takes live ones to bury the dead.
Well, sir, if you believe me, _The Rose of Dixie_ blossomed five times
before anybody heard of it except the people who buy their hooks and
eyes in Toombs City. Then Hawkins climbed off his stool and told on
'em to the stock company. Even in Ann Arbor he had been used to having
his business propositions heard of at least as far away as Detroit. So
an advertising manager was engaged--Beauregard Fitzhugh Banks, a young
man in a lavender necktie, whose grandfather had been the Exalted High
Pillow-slip of the Kuklux Klan.
In spite of which _
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Issued January 9, 1909.
U. S. DEPARTMENT OF AGRICULTURE,
BUREAU OF CHEMISTRY--BULLETIN No. 119.
H. W. WILEY, Chief of Bureau.
EXPERIMENTS ON THE SPOILAGE
OF TOMATO KETCHUP.
BY
A. W. BITTING,
INSPECTOR, BUREAU OF CHEMISTRY.
[Illustration: Shield of the United States Department of Agriculture]
WASHINGTON:
GOVERNMENT PRINTING OFFICE.
1909.
LETTER OF TRANSMITTAL.
U. S. Department of Agriculture,
Bureau of Chemistry,
_Washington, D. C., July 15, 1908_.
Sir: I have the honor to submit for your approval a report made by
Inspector Bitting of experimental work on the spoilage of tomato
ketchup, the conditions contributing thereto, methods of prevention,
the action of preservatives, and the length of time that the product
will keep under varying conditions of manufacture and temperature, both
before and after opening. Every effort has been made to conduct the
work in a practical way, and the results obtained can not fail to be of
interest and profit both to the manufacturer and consumer. I recommend
that this report be published as Bulletin No. 119 of the Bureau of
Chemistry.
Respectfully, H. W. Wiley,
_Chief_.
Hon. James Wilson,
_Secretary of Agriculture_.
CONTENTS.
Page.
Introduction 7
Process of manufacture 8
Selection and preparation of stock 9
Pulping 9
Cooking and seasoning 10
Evaporation and finishing 11
Bottling 11
Processing 11
Character of products 12
First-class products 12
Inferior products from “trimming stock” 13
Labels 14
Manufacturing experiments without the use of preservatives 15
Outline of experiments 15
Discussion of results 17
Spoilage of ketchup after opening 17
Spoilage of unopened ketchup 20
Spoilage of market brands 20
Sterility of ketchup 21
Experiments with preservatives 22
Sodium benzoate 22
Salt 23
Sugar 23
Spices 24
Water infusions 24
Acetic acid extracts 25
Oil extracts 25
Vinegar and acetic acid 26
Oil 27
Study of Penicillium in ketchup 28
Development 29
Reproduction 29
Growth in ketchup 30
Temperature tests 31
Histological structure of ketchup 33
Microscopical examination of some commercial brands 34
Summary 35
ILLUSTRATIONS.
PLATES.
Page.
PLATE I. Penicillium. Fig. 1.--Conidia, normal growth
and in various stages of germination, some with branching
hyphæ. Fig. 2.--Conidiophore, showing unusually large
development of conidia; from culture in moist chamber 28
II. Cultures from ketchup preserved with sodium
benzoate. Fig. 1.--Conidia and hyphæ from culture in
experimental ketchup containing one-sixteenth of 1 per cent
of sodium benzoate. Fig. 2.--Conidia and hyphæ from culture
in experimental ketchup containing one-tenth of 1 per cent
of sodium benzoate 28
TEXT FIGURES.
Fig. 1. A model receiving platform 8
2. Large receiving room showing the sorting belt 9
3. A section of a kitchen showing the copper cookers 10
4. An example of factory practice 12
5. Another factory interior 14
EXPERIMENTS ON THE SPOILAGE OF TOMATO KETCHUP.
INTRODUCTION.
The tomato, _Lycopersicum esculentum_, is supposed to be native to
South or Central America. The large fruits commonly used grow only
under cultivation, but the variety with small, spherical fruits,
known as _L. cerasiforme_, has been found on the shore of Peru and is
considered by De Candolle[A] as belonging to
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NUGGETS IN THE DEVIL'S PUNCH BOWL
AND OTHER AUSTRALIAN TALES
* * * * * *
_Crown 8vo. cloth. 6s._
THE KIDNAPPED SQUATTER
And Other Australian Tales
BY
ANDREW ROBERTSON
LONDON AND NEW YORK
LONGMANS, GREEN, & CO.
* * * * *
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THE RIDE TO THE LADY
And Other Poems
BY
HELEN GRAY CONE
1891
CONTENTS
The Ride to the Lady
The First Guest
Silence
Arraignment
The Going Out of the Tide
King Raedwald
Ivo of Chartres
Madonna Pia
Two Moods of Failure
The Story of the "Orient"
A Resurrection
The Glorious Company
The Trumpeter
Comrades
The House of Hate
The Arrowmaker
A Nest in a Lyre
Thisbe
The Spring Beauties
Kinship
Compensation
When Willows Green
At the Parting of the Ways
The Fair Gray Lady
The Encounter.
Summer Hours
Love Unsung
The Wish for a Chaplet
Sonnets:
The Torch Race
To Sleep
Sister Snow
The Contrast
A Mystery
Triumph
In Winter, with the Book we had in Spring
Sere Wisdom
Isolation
The Lost Dryad
The Gifts of the Oak
The Strayed Singer
The Immortal Word
THE RIDE TO THE LADY
"Now since mine even is come at last,--
For I have been the sport of steel,
And hot life ebbeth from me fast,
And I in saddle roll and reel,--
Come bind me, bind me on my steed!
Of fingering leech I have no need!"
The chaplain clasped his mailed knee.
"Nor need I more thy whine and thee!
No time is left my sins to tell;
But look ye bind me, bind me well!"
They bound him strong with leathern thong,
For the ride to the lady should be long.
Day was dying; the poplars fled,
Thin as ghosts, on a sky blood-red;
Out of the sky the fierce hue fell,
And made the streams as the streams of hell.
All his thoughts as a river flowed,
Flowed aflame as fleet he rode,
Onward flowed to her abode,
Ceased at her feet, mirrored her face.
(Viewless Death apace, apace,
Rode behind him in that race.)
"Face, mine own, mine alone,
Trembling lips my lips have known,
Birdlike stir of the dove-soft eyne
Under the kisses that make them mine!
Only of thee, of thee, my need!
Only to thee, to thee, I speed!"
The Cross flashed by at the highway's turn;
In a beam of the moon the Face shone stern.
Far behind had the fight's din died;
The shuddering stars in the welkin wide
Crowded, crowded, to see him ride.
The beating hearts of the stars aloof
kept time to the beat of the horse's hoof,
"What is the throb that thrills so sweet?
Heart of my lady, I feel it beat!"
But his own strong pulse the fainter fell,
Like the failing tongue of a hushing bell.
The flank of the great-limbed steed was wet
Not alone with the started sweat.
Fast, and fast, and the thick black wood
Arched its cowl like a black friar's hood;
Fast, and fast, and they plunged therein,--
But the viewless rider rode to win,
Out of the wood to the highway's light
Galloped the great-limbed steed in fright;
The mail clashed cold, and the sad owl cried,
And the weight of the dead oppressed his side.
Fast, and fast, by the road he knew;
And slow, and slow, the stars withdrew;
And the waiting heaven turned weirdly blue,
As a garment worn of a wizard grim.
He neighed at the gate in the morning dim.
She heard no sound before her gate,
Though very quiet was her bower.
All was as her hand had left it late:
The needle slept on the broidered vine,
Where the hammer and spikes of the passion-flower
Her fashioning did wait.
On the couch lay something fair,
With steadfast lips and veiled eyne;
But the lady was not there,
On the wings of shrift and prayer,
Pure as winds that winnow snow,
Her soul had risen twelve hours ago.
The burdened steed at the barred gate stood,
No whit the nearer to his goal.
Now God's great grace assoil the soul
That went out in the wood!
THE FIRST GUEST
When the house is finished, Death enters.
_Eastern Proverb_
Life's House being ready all,
Each chamber fair and dumb,
Ere life, the Lord, is come
With pomp into his hall,--
Ere Toil has trod the floors,
Ere Love has lit the fires,
Or young great-eyed Desires
Have, timid, tried the doors;
Or from east-window leaned
One Hope, to greet the sun,
Or one gray Sorrow screened
Her sight against the west,--
Then enters the first guest,
The House of life being done.
He waits there in the shade.
I deem he is Life's twin,
For whom the house was made.
Whatever his true name,
Be sure, to enter in
He has both key and claim.
The daybeams, free of fear,
Creep drowsy toward his feet;
His heart were heard to beat,
Were any there to hear;
Ah, not for ends malign,
Like wild thing crouched in lair,
Or watcher of a snare,
But with a friend's design
He lurks in shadow there!
He goes not to the gates
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THE MIRROR OF LITERATURE, AMUSEMENT, AND INSTRUCTION.
VOL. XIII, No. 365.] SATURDAY, APRIL 11, 1829. [PRICE. 2d.
* * * * *
OLD SOMERSET HOUSE.
[Illustration: OLD SOMERSET HOUSE.]
The Engraving on the annexed page is, perhaps, one of the greatest
antiquarian treasures it has for some time been our good fortune to
introduce to the readers of the MIRROR. It represents the original
SOMERSET HOUSE, which derived its name from Edward Seymour, Duke of
Somerset, maternal uncle to Edward VI., and Protector of the realm during
most of the reign of that youthful sovereign. The time at which this
nobleman commenced his magnificent palace (called _Somerset House_) has
been generally faxed at the year 1549; but that he had a residence on
this spot still earlier, is evident from two of his own letters, as well
as from his "cofferer's" account, which states that from April 1, 1548,
to October 7, 1551, "the entire cost of Somerset House, up to that
period, amounted to 10,091l. 9s. 2d." By comparing this sum with
the value of money in the present day, we may form some idea of the
splendour of the Protector's palace, as well as from Stow, who, in his
"Survaie," second edition, published in 1603, styles it "a large and
beautiful house, but yet unfinished." The architect is supposed to have
been John of Padua, who came to England in the reign of Henry VIII.--this
being one of the first buildings designed from the Italian orders that
was ever erected in this kingdom. Stow tells us there were several
buildings pulled down to make room for this splendid structure, among
which he enumerates the original parish church of St. Mary-le-Strand;
Chester's or Strand Inne; a house belonging to the Bishop of Llandaff;
"in the high street a fayre bridge, called _Strand Bridge_, and under it
a lane or waye, down to the landing-place on the banke of Thames;" and
the _Inne_ or London lodging of the Bishop of Chester and the Bishop of
Worcester. Seymour states, that the site of St. Mary's church became a
part of the garden of Somerset House; and that when the Protector pulled
down the old church, he promised to build a new one for the parishioners,
but his death prevented his fulfilling that engagement. The Strand Bridge
formed part of the public highway; and through it, according to Maitland,
"ran a small watercourse from the fields, which, gliding along a lane
below, had its influx to the Thames near Somerset Stairs."[1]
[1] The present _Strand Lane_ (as it would seem to have been called in
Strype's time) skirts the eastern side of Somerset House, and forms
a boundary between the parishes of St. Mary and St. Clement Danes.
At its stairs, which are still, as formerly, "a place of some note
to take water at," is the outlet of a small underground stream.
Besides the places above mentioned, the palace-building Protector pulled
down part of the Priory church of St. John, Clerkenwell, a chapel and
cloisters near St. Paul's cathedral, for the sake of the materials. He
was, however, soon overtaken by justice, for in the proclamation, October
8, 1549, against the Duke of Somerset, previously to his arrest, he is
charged with "enriching himselfe," and building "sumptuous and faire
houses," during "all times of the wars in France and Scotland, leaving
the king's poore soldiers unpaid of their wages." After the attainder and
execution of the Protector, on Tower Hill, January 22, 1552-3, Somerset
Place devolved to the Crown, and was conferred by the king upon his
sister, the Princess Elizabeth, who resided here during her short visit
to the court in the reign of Queen Mary. Elizabeth, after her succession
to the throne, lent Somerset Place to Lord Hunsdon, (her chamberlain,)
whose guest she occasionally became. He died here in 1596. On the death
of Elizabeth, it appears to have become a jointure-house, or dotarial
palace, of the queens' consort; of whom Anne of Denmark, queen of James
I. kept a splendid court here. Arthur Wilson, in his "History of King
James," generally calls this mansion "the queen's palace in the Strand;"
but it was more commonly called Denmark House; and Strype says that by
the queen "this house was much repaired and beautified, and improved by
new buildings and enlargements. She also brought hither water from Hyde
Park in pipes." Dr. Fuller remarks that this edifice was so tenacious of
the name of the Duke of Somerset, "though he was not full five years
possessor of it, that he would not change a duchy for a kingdom, when
solemnly proclaimed by King James, Denmark House, from the king of
Denmark lodging therein, and his sister, Queen Anne, repairing thereof."
Pennant says, "Inigo Jones[2] built the back-front and water-gate about
the year 1623;" but it may be questioned whether these were not the new
buildings spoken of as having been previously raised by Anne of Denmark.
Pennant likewise speaks of the chapel which was begun by Jones in the
same year.
[2] Inigo Jones died at Somerset House, July 21, 1651.
Denmark House was next fitted up for Henrietta Maria, queen of Charles
I., and settled on her for life. By her marriage articles, extraordinary
concessions were made in favour of the Catholics. The queen
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_ENGLISH MEN OF LETTERS_
_PRESCOTT_
[Illustration: image of the book's cover]
_ENGLISH MEN OF LETTERS_
WILLIAM HICKLING
PRESCOTT
BY
HARRY THURSTON PECK
New York
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
LONDON: MACMILLAN & CO., LTD.
1905
_All rights reserved_
COPYRIGHT, 1905,
BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.
Set up and electrotyped. Published May, 1905.
Norwood Press
J. S. Cushing & Co.--Berwick & Smith Co.
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.
To
WILLIAM ARCHIBALD DUNNING
_AMICITIAE CAUSA_
PREFATORY NOTE
For the purely biographical portion of this book an especial
acknowledgment of obligation is due to the valuable collection of
Prescott's letters and memoranda made by his friend George Ticknor, and
published in 1864 as part of Ticknor's _Life of W. H. Prescott_. All
other available sources, however, have been explored, and are
specifically mentioned either in the text or in the footnotes.
H. T. P.
COLUMBIA UNIVERSITY,
March 1, 1905.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER I
PAGE
THE NEW ENGLAND HISTORIANS 1
CHAPTER II
EARLY YEARS 13
CHAPTER III
THE CHOICE OF A CAREER 39
CHAPTER IV
SUCCESS 54
CHAPTER V
IN MID CAREER 72
CHAPTER VI
THE LAST TEN YEARS 99
CHAPTER VII
"FERDINAND AND ISABELLA
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The Interpreter
A Tale of the War
By
G. J. Whyte-Melville
Author of "Digby Grand," "General Bounce," etc.
Illustrated by Lucy E. Kemp-Welch
New York
Longmans, Green & Co.
CONTENTS
CHAP.
I. The Old Desk
II. The Deserter
III. "Par Nobile"
IV. Father and Son
V. The Zingynies
VI. School
VII. Play
VIII. The Truants
IX. Ropsley
X. Beverley Manor
XI. Dulce Domum
XII. Alton Grange
XIII. "Lethalis Arundo"
XIV. The Picture
XV. Beverley Mere
XVI. Princess Vocqsal
XVII. The Common Lot
XVIII. Omar Pasha
XIX. "'Skender Bey"
XX. The Beloochee
XXI. Zuleika
XXII. Valerie
XXIII. Forewarned
XXIV. "Arcades Ambo"
XXV. "Dark and Dreary"
XXVI. "Surveillance"
XXVII. Ghosts of the Past
XXVIII. La Dame aux Camellias
XXIX. "A Merry Masque"
XXX. The Golden Horn
XXXI. The Seraskerat
XXXII. A Turk's Harem
XXXIII. My Patient
XXXIV. "Messirie's"
XXXV. "The Wolf and the Lamb"
XXXVI. "The Front"
XXXVII. "A Quiet Night"
XXXVIII. The Grotto
XXXIX. The Redan
XL. The War-Minister at Home
XLI. Wheels within Wheels
XLII. "Too Late"
XLIII. "The Skeleton"
XLIV. The Gipsy's Dream
XLV. Retribution
XLVI. Vae Victis!
XLVII. The Return of Spring
THE INTERPRETER
_A TALE OF THE WAR_
CHAPTER I
THE OLD DESK
Not one of my keys will fit it: the old desk has been laid aside for
years, and is covered with dust and rust. We do not make such strong
boxes nowadays, for brass hinges and secret drawers have given place to
flimsy morocco and russian leather; so we clap a Bramah lock, that
Bramah himself cannot pick, on a black bag that the veriest bungler can
rip open in five seconds with a penknife, and entrust our notes, bank
and otherwise, our valuables, and our secrets, to this faithless
repository with a confidence that deserves to be respected. But in the
days when George the Third was king, our substantial ancestors rejoiced
in more substantial workmanship: so the old desk that I cannot succeed
in unlocking, is of shining rosewood, clamped with brass, and I shall
spoil it sadly with the mallet and the chisel.
What a medley it holds! Thank Heaven I am no speculative philosopher,
or I might moralise for hours over its contents. First, out flies a
withered leaf of geranium. It must have been dearly prized once, or it
would never have been here; maybe it represented the hopes, the wealth,
the all-in-all of two aching hearts: and they are dust and ashes now.
To think that the flower should have outlasted them! the symbol less
perishable than the faith! Then I come to a piece of much-begrimed and
yellow paper, carefully folded, and indorsed with a date,--a receipt for
an embrocation warranted specific in all cases of bruises, sprains, or
lumbago; next a gold pencil-case, with a head of Socrates for a seal;
lastly, much of that substance which is generated in all waste places,
and which the vulgar call "flue." How it comes there puzzles equally
the naturalist and the philosopher; but you shall find it in empty
corners, empty drawers, empty pockets, nay, we believe in its existence
in the empty heads of our fellow-creatures.
In my thirst for acquisition, regardless of dusty fingers, I press the
inner sides of the desk in hopes of discovering secret springs and
hoarded repositories: so have poor men ere now found thousand-pound
notes hid away in chinks and crannies, and straightway, giddy with the
possession of boundless wealth, have gone to the Devil at a pace such as
none but the beggar on horseback can command; so have old wills been
fished out, and frauds discovered, and rightful heirs re-established,
and society in general disgusted, and all concerned made discontented
and uncomfortable--so shall I, perhaps--but the springs work, a false
lid flies open, and I do discover a packet of letters,
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ROB ROY
By Sir Walter Scott
VOLUME TWO
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CHAPTER FIRST
And hurry, hurry, off they rode,
As fast as fast might be;
Hurra, hurra, the dead can ride,
Dost fear to ride with me?
Burger.
There is one advantage in an accumulation of evils, differing in cause
and character, that the distraction which they afford by their
contradictory operation prevents the patient from being overwhelmed under
either. I was deeply grieved at my separation from Miss Vernon, yet not
so much so as I should have been, had not my father's apprehended
distresses forced themselves on my attention; and I was distressed by the
news of Mr. Tresham, yet less so than if they had fully occupied my mind.
I was neither a false lover nor an unfeeling son; but man can give but a
certain portion of distressful emotions to the causes which demand them;
and if two operate at once, our sympathy, like the funds of a compounding
bankrupt, can only be divided between them. Such were my reflections when
I gained my apartment--it seems, from the illustration, they already
began to have a twang of commerce in them.
I set myself seriously to consider your father's letter. It was not very
distinct, and referred for several particulars to Owen, whom I was
entreated to meet with as soon as possible at a Scotch town called
Glasgow; being informed, moreover, that my old friend was to be heard of
at Messrs. MacVittie, MacFin, and Company, merchants in the Gallowgate of
the said town. It likewise alluded to several letters,--which, as it
appeared to me, must have miscarried or have been intercepted, and
complained of my obdurate silence, in terms which would have, been highly
unjust, had my letters reached their purposed destination. I was amazed
as I read. That the spirit of Rashleigh walked around me, and conjured up
these doubts and difficulties by which I was surrounded, I could not
doubt for one instant; yet it was frightful to conceive the extent of
combined villany and power which he must have employed in the
perpetration of his designs. Let me do myself justice in one respect. The
evil of parting from Miss Vernon, however distressing it might in other
respects and at another time have appeared to me, sunk into a subordinate
consideration when I thought of the dangers impending over my father. I
did not myself set a high estimation on wealth, and had the affectation
of most young men of lively imagination, who suppose that they can better
dispense with the possession of money, than resign their time and
faculties to the labour necessary to acquire it. But in my father's case,
I knew that bankruptcy would be considered as an utter and irretrievable
disgrace, to which life would afford no comfort, and death the speediest
and sole relief.
My mind, therefore, was bent on averting this catastrophe, with an
intensity which the interest could not have produced had it referred to
my own fortunes; and the result of my deliberation was a firm resolution
to depart from Osbaldistone Hall the next day and wend my way without
loss of time to meet Owen at Glasgow. I did not hold it expedient to
intimate my departure to my uncle, otherwise than by leaving a letter of
thanks for his hospitality, assuring him that sudden and important
business prevented my offering them in person. I knew the blunt old
knight would readily excuse ceremony; and I had such a belief in the
extent and decided character of Rashleigh's machinations, that I had some
apprehension of his having provided means to intercept a journey which
was undertaken with a view to disconcert them, if my departure were
publicly announced at Osbaldistone Hall.
I therefore determined to set off on my journey with daylight on the
ensuing morning, and to gain the neighbouring kingdom of Scotland before
any idea of my departure was entertained at the Hall. But one impediment
of consequence was likely to prevent that speed which was the soul of my
expedition. I did not know the shortest, nor indeed any road to Glasgow;
and as, in the circumstances in which I stood, despatch was of the
greatest consequence, I determined to consult Andrew Fairservice on the
subject, as the nearest and most authentic authority within my reach.
Late as it was, I set off with the intention of ascertaining this
important point, and after a few minutes' walk reached the dwelling of
the gardener.
Andrew's dwelling was situated at no great distance from the exterior
wall of the garden--a snug comfortable Northumbrian cottage, built of
stones roughly dressed with the hammer, and having the windows and doors
decorated with huge heavy architraves, or lintels, as they are called, of
hewn stone, and its roof covered with broad grey flags, instead of
slates, thatch, or tiles. A jargonelle pear-tree at one end of the
cottage, a rivulet and flower-plot of a rood in extent in front, and a
kitchen-garden behind; a paddock for a cow, and a small field, cultivated
with several crops of grain, rather for the benefit of the cottager than
for sale, announced the warm and cordial comforts which Old England, even
at her most northern extremity, extends to her meanest inhabitants.
As I approached the mansion of the sapient Andrew, I heard a noise,
which, being of a nature peculiarly solemn, nasal, and prolonged, led me
to think that Andrew, according to the decent and meritorious custom of
his countrymen, had assembled some of his neighbours to join in family
exercise, as he called evening devotion. Andrew had indeed neither wife,
child, nor female inmate in his family. "The first of his trade," he
said, "had had eneugh o'thae cattle." But, notwithstanding, he sometimes
contrived to form an audience for himself out of the neighbouring <DW7>s
and Church-of-Englandmen--brands, as he expressed it, snatched out of the
burning, on whom he used to exercise his spiritual gifts, in defiance
alike of Father Vaughan, Father Docharty, Rashleigh, and all the world of
Catholics around him, who deemed his interference on such occasions an
act of heretical interloping. I conceived it likely, therefore, that the
well-disposed neighbours might have assembled to hold some chapel of ease
of this nature. The noise, however, when I listened to it more
accurately, seemed to proceed entirely from the lungs of the said Andrew;
and when I interrupted it by entering the house, I found Fairservice
alone, combating as he best could, with long words and hard names, and
reading aloud, for the purpose of his own edification, a volume of
controversial divinity.
"I was just taking a spell," said he, laying aside the huge folio volume
as I entered, "of the worthy Doctor Lightfoot."
"Lightfoot!" I replied, looking at the ponderous volume with some
surprise; "surely your author was unhappily named."
"Lightfoot was his name, sir; a divine he was, and another kind of a
divine than they hae now-adays. Always, I crave your pardon for keeping
ye standing at the door, but having been mistrysted (gude preserve us!)
with ae bogle the night already, I was dubious o' opening the yett till I
had gaen through the e'ening worship; and I had just finished the fifth
chapter of Nehemiah--if that winna gar them keep their distance, I wotna
what will."
"Trysted with a bogle!" said I; "what do you mean by that, Andrew?"
"I said mistrysted," replied Andrew; "that is as muckle as to say, fley'd
wi' a ghaist--Gude preserve us, I say again!"
"Flay'd by a ghost, Andrew! how am I to understand that?"
"I did not say flay'd," replied Andrew, "but _f
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ALASKA
THE GREAT COUNTRY
[Illustration]
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
NEW YORK. BOSTON. CHICAGO
ATLANTA. SAN FRANCISCO
MACMILLAN & CO., LIMITED
LONDON. BOMBAY. CALCUTTA
MELBOURNE
THE MACMILLAN CO. OF CANADA, LTD.
TORONTO
[Illustration: Photo by E. W. Merrill, Sitka
Courtesy of G. Kostrometinoff
ALEXANDER BARANOFF]
ALASKA
THE GREAT COUNTRY
BY
ELLA HIGGINSON
AUTHOR OF "MARIELLA, OF OUT-WEST," "WHEN THE BIRDS GO NORTH AGAIN,"
"FROM THE LAND OF THE SNOW-PEARLS," ETC.
_New York_
THE MACMILLAN COMPANY
1910
_All rights reserved_
COPYRIGHT, 1908,
BY THE MACMILLAN COMPANY.
Set up and electrotyped. Published November, 1908. Reprinted
February, 1909; March, 1910.
_Norwood Press_
J. S. Cushing Co.--Berwick & Smith Co.
Norwood, Mass., U.S.A.
To
MR. AND MRS. HENRY ELLIOTT HOLMES
FOREWORD
When the Russians first came to the island of Unalaska, they were told
that a vast country lay to the eastward and that its name was
Al-ay-ek-sa. Their own island the Aleuts called Nagun-Alayeksa, meaning
"the land lying near Alayeksa."
The Russians in time came to call the country itself Alashka; the
peninsula, Aliaska; and the island, Unalashka. Alaska is an English
corruption of the original name.
A great Russian moved under inspiration when he sent Vitus Behring out
to discover and explore the continent lying to the eastward; two great
Americans--Seward and Sumner--were inspired when, nearly a century and a
half later, they saved for us, in the face of the bitterest opposition,
scorn, and ridicule, the country that Behring discovered and which is
now coming to be recognized as the most glorious possession of any
people; but, first of all, were the gentle, dark-eyed Aleuts inspired
when they bestowed upon this same country--with the simplicity and
dignified repression for which their character is noted--the beautiful
and poetic name which means "the great country."
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
ALEXANDER BARANOFF _Frontispiece_
FACING PAGE
ALASKA (_colored map_) 1
COPPER SMELTER IN SOUTHEASTERN ALASKA 2
KASA-AN 9
HOWKAN 16
DISTANT VIEW OF DAVIDSON GLACIER 21
DAVIDSON GLACIER 36
A PHANTOM SHIP 41
ROAD THROUGH CUT-OFF CANYON 48
SCENE ON THE WHITE PASS 53
STEEL CANTILEVER BRIDGE, NEAR SUMMIT OF WHITE PASS 68
OLD RUSSIAN BUILDING, SITKA 73
GREEK-RUSSIAN CHURCH AT SITKA 80
ESKIMO IN WALRUS-SKIN KAMELAYKA 101
ESKIMO IN BIDARKA 116
RAILROAD CONSTRUCTION, EYAK LAKE 121
EYAK LAKE, NEAR CORDOVA 128
INDIAN HOUSES, CORDOVA 133
VALDEZ 148
AN ALASKAN ROAD HOUSE 153
KOW-EAR-NUK AND HIS DRYING SALMON 160
STEAMER "RESOLUTE" 165
"OBLEUK," AN ESKIMO GIRL IN PARKA 180
A NORTHERN MADONNA 185
ESKIMO LAD IN PARKA AND MUKLUKS 192
SCALES AND SUMMIT OF CHILKOOT PASS IN 1898 197
SUMMIT OF CHILKOOT PASS IN 1898 212
PINE FALLS, ATLIN 229
LAKE BENNETT IN 1898 244
WHITE HORSE, YUKON TERRITORY 249
GRAND CANYON OF THE YUKON 256
WHITE HORSE RAPIDS
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Object: Matrimony
[Illustration: "DID YOU EVER SUFFER FROM STUMMICK TROUBLE?"]
OBJECT:
MATRIMONY
by
MONTAGUE
GLASS
GARDEN CITY NEW YORK
DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
1912
_Copyright, 1909, by_
THE CURTIS PUBLISHING COMPANY
_Copyright, 1912, by_
DOUBLEDAY, PAGE & COMPANY
_All rights reserved including that of translation into foreign
languages, including the Scandinavian_
Object: Matrimony
BY MONTAGUE GLASS
"Real estate!" Philip Margolius cried bitterly; "that's a business for a
business man! If a feller's in the clothing business and it comes bad
times, Mr. Feldman, he can sell it his goods at cost and live anyhow;
but if a feller's in the real-estate business, Mr. Feldman, and it comes
bad times, he can't not only sell his houses, but he couldn't give 'em
away yet, and when the second mortgage forecloses he gets deficiency
judgments against him."
"Why don't you do this?" Mr. Feldman suggested. "Why don't you go to the
second mortgagee and tell him you'll convey the houses to him in
satisfaction of the mortgage? Those houses will never bring even the
amount of the first mortgage in these times, and surely he would rather
have the houses than a deficiency judgment against you."
"That's what I told him a hundred times. Believe me, Mr. Feldman, I used
hours and hours of the best salesmanship on that feller," Margolius
answered, "and all he says is that he wouldn't have to pay no interest,
insurance and taxes on a deficiency judgment, while a house what stands
vacant you got to all the time be paying out money."
"But as soon as they put the subway through," Mr. Feldman continued,
"that property around Two Hundred and Sixty-fourth Street and Heidenfeld
Avenue will go up tremendously."
"Sure I know," Margolius agreed; "but when a feller's got four double
flat-houses and every flat yet vacant, futures don't cut no ice. Them
tenants couldn't ride on futures, Mr. Feldman; and so, with the nearest
trolley car ten blocks away, I am up against a dead proposition."
"Wouldn't he give you a year's extension?" Mr. Feldman asked.
"He wouldn't give me positively nothing," Margolius replied hopelessly.
"That feller's a regular Skylark. He wants his pound of meat every time,
Mr. Feldman. So I guess you got to think up some scheme for me that I
should beat him out. Them mortgages falls due in ten days, Mr. Feldman,
and we got to act quick."
Mr. Feldman frowned judicially. In New York, if an attorney for a realty
owner knows his business and neglects his professional ethics he can so
obstruct an action to foreclose a mortgage as to make Jarndyce vs.
Jarndyce look like a summary proceeding. But Henry D. Feldman was a
conscientious practitioner, and never did anything that might bring him
before the grievance committee of the Bar Association. Moreover, he was
a power in the Democratic organization and right in line for a Supreme
Court judgeship, and so it behooved him to be careful if not ethical.
"Why don't you go and see Goldblatt again, and then if you can't move
him I'll see what I can do for you?" Feldman suggested.
"But, Mr. Feldman," Margolius protested, "I told it you it ain't no use.
Goldblatt hates me worser as poison."
Feldman leaned back in his low chair with one arm thrown over the back,
after the fashion of Judge Blatchford's portrait in the United States
District Courtroom.
"See here, Margolius: what's the real trouble between you and
Goldblatt?" he said. "If you're going to get my advice in this matter
you will have to tell me the whole truth. _Falsus in uno, falsus in
omnibus_, you know."
"You make a big mistake, Mr. Feldman," Margolius replied. "It ain't
nothing like that, and whoever told it you is got another think coming.
The trouble was about his daughter Fannie. You could bring a horse a
pail of water, Mr. Feldman, but no one could make the horse drink it if
he don't want to, and that's the way it was with me. Friedman, the
Schatchen, took me up to see Goldblatt's daughter Fannie, and I assure
you I ain't exaggeration a bit when I tell you she's got a moustache
what wouldn't go bad with a <DW55> barber yet."
"Why, I thought Goldblatt's daughter was a pretty good
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MONTAIGNE AND SHAKSPERE
BY
JOHN M. ROBERTSON
LONDON
THE UNIVERSITY PRESS, LIMITED
16, JOHN STREET, BEDFORD ROW, W.C.
1897
THE UNIVERSITY PRESS
MONTAIGNE AND SHAKSPERE
For a good many years past the anatomic study of Shakspere, of which a
revival seems now on foot, has been somewhat out of fashion, as compared
with its vogue in the palmy days of the New Shakspere Society in
England, and the years of the battle between the iconoclasts and the
worshippers in Germany. When Mr. Fleay and Mr. Spedding were hard at
work on the metrical tests; when Mr. Spedding was subtly undoing the
chronological psychology of Dr. Furnivall; when the latter student was
on his part undoing in quite another style some of the judgments of Mr.
Swinburne; and when Mr. Halliwell-Phillipps was with natural wrath
calling on Mr. Browning, as President of the Society, to keep Dr.
Furnivall in order, we (then) younger onlookers felt that literary
history was verily being made. Our sensations, it seemed, might be as
those of our elders had been over Mr. Collier's emendated folio, and
the tragical end thereof. Then came a period of lull in things
Shaksperean, partly to be accounted for by the protrusion of the
Browning Society and kindred undertakings. It seemed as if once more men
had come to the attitude of 1850, when Mr. Phillipps had written: "An
opinion has been gaining ground, and has been encouraged by writers
whose judgment is entitled to respectful consideration, that almost if
not all the commentary on the works of Shakspere of a necessary and
desirable kind has already been given to the world."[1] And, indeed, so
much need was there for time to digest the new criticism that it may be
doubted whether among the general cultured public the process is even
now accomplished.
To this literary phase in particular, and to our occupation with other
studies in general, may be attributed the opportunity which still exists
for the discussion of one of the most interesting of all problems
concerning Shakspere. Mr. Browning, Mr. Meredith, Ibsen, Tolstoi--a host
of peculiarly modern problem-makers have been exorcising our not
inexhaustible taste for the problematic, so that there was no very
violent excitement over even the series of new "Keys" to the sonnets
which came forth in the lull of the analysis of the plays; and yet, even
with all the problems of modernity in view, it seems as if it must be
rather by accident of oversight than for lack of interest in new
developments of Shakspere-study that so little attention has been given
among us to a question which, once raised, has a very peculiar literary
and psychological attraction of its own--the subject, namely, of the
influence which the plays show their author to have undergone from the
Essays of Montaigne.
As to the bare fact of the influence, there can be little question. That
Shakspere in one scene in the TEMPEST versifies a passage from the prose
of Florio's translation of Montaigne's chapter OF THE CANNIBALS has been
recognised by all the commentators since Capell (1767), who detected the
transcript from a reading of the French only, not having compared the
translation. The first thought of students was to connect the passage
with Ben Johnson's allusion in VOLPONE[2] to frequent "stealings from
Montaigne" by contemporary writers; and though VOLPONE dates from 1605,
and the TEMPEST from 1610-1613, there has been no systematic attempt to
apply the clue chronologically. Still, it has been recognised or
surmised by a series of writers that the influence of the essayist on
the dramatist went further than the passage in question. John Sterling,
writing on Montaigne in 1838 (when Sir Frederick Madden's pamphlet on
the autograph of Shakspere in a copy of Florio had called special
attention to the Essays), remarked that "on the whole, the celebrated
soliloquy in HAMLET presents a more characteristic and expressive
resemblance to much of Montaigne's writings than any other portion of
the plays of the great dramatist which we at present remember";
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A MINSTREL IN FRANCE
BY
HARRY LAUDER
[ILLUSTRATION: _frontispiece_ Harry Lauder and his son, Captain John
Lauder. (see Lauder01.jpg)]
TO THE MEMORY OF MY BELOVED SON
CAPTAIN JOHN LAUDER
First 8th, Argyle and Sutherland Highlanders
Killed in France, December 28, 1916
Oh, there's sometimes I am lonely
And I'm weary a' the day
To see the face and clasp the hand
Of him who is away.
The only one God gave me,
My one and only joy,
My life and love were centered on
My one and only boy.
I saw him in his infant days
Grow up from year to year,
That he would some
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The Philippine Islands, 1493-1898
Explorations by early navigators, descriptions of the islands and
their peoples, their history and records of the catholic missions,
as related in contemporaneous books and manuscripts, showing the
political, economic, commercial and religious conditions of those
islands from their earliest relations with European nations to the
close of the nineteenth century,
Volume XLVIII, 1751-1765
Edited and annotated by Emma Helen Blair and James Alexander Robertson
with historical introduction and additional notes by Edward Gaylord
Bourne.
The Arthur H. Clark Company
Cleveland, Ohio
MCMVII
CONTENTS OF VOLUME XLVIII
Preface 13
Documents of 1751-1762
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THE YOUNG WOODSMAN
OR
Life in the Forests of Canada
BY J. MACDONALD OXLEY
Author of "Diamond Rock; or, On the Right Track," &c. &c.
1895
CONTENTS.
I. THE CALL TO WORK
II. THE CHOICE OF AN OCCUPATION
III. OFF TO THE WOODS
IV. THE BUILDING OF THE SHANTY
V. STANDING FIRE
VI. LIFE IN THE LUMBER CAMP
VII. A THRILLING EXPERIENCE
VIII. IN THE NICK OF TIME
IX. OUT OF CLOUDS, SUNSHINE
X. A HUNTING-TRIP
XI. THE GREAT SPRING DRIVE
XII. HOME AGAIN
THE YOUNG WOODSMAN.
CHAPTER I.
THE CALL TO WORK.
"I'm afraid there'll be no more school for you now, Frank darling. Will
you mind having to go to work?"
"Mind it! Why, no, mother; not the least bit. I'm quite old enough, ain't
I?"
"I suppose you are, dear; though I would like to have you stay at your
lessons for one more year anyway. What kind of work would you like best?"
"That's not a hard question to answer, mother. I want to be what father
was."
The mother's face grew pale at this reply, and for some few moments she
made no response.
* * * * *
The march of civilization on a great continent means loss as well as
gain. The opening up of the country for settlement, the increase and
spread of population, the making of the wilderness to blossom as the
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Italics is represented with _underscore_, small caps with ALL CAPS..
A list of corrections made can be found at the end of the text.
FAVORITE FISH AND FISHING
[Illustration: Grayling Fishing on West Fork of Madison River, Montana.
_Frontispiece._ (_See page 43._)]
FAVORITE FISH
AND FISHING
BY
JAMES A. HENSHALL, M.D.
Author of "Book of the Black Bass," "Camping and Cruising in
Florida," "Ye Gods and Little Fishes," "Bass,
Pike, Perch and Others."
"_And yf the angler take fysshe: surely thenne is there
noo man merier than he is in his spyryte._"
--Dame Juliana Berners.
NEW YORK
THE OUTING PUBLISHING COMPANY
MCMVIII
Copyright, 1908, by
THE OUTING PUBLISHING COMPANY
Entered at Stationers' Hall, London, England
_All Rights Reserved_
To
THE MEMORY
of
JUDGE NICHOLAS LONGWORTH
My Friend and Companion
On Many Outings by
FLOOD AND FIELD
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
This book is based on articles originally published in _The Outing
Magazine_, _Country Life in America_, _Shooting and Fishing_, _London
Fishing Gazette_ and _The American Fishculturist_. My thanks and
acknowledgments are hereby tendered to the publishers of those journals
for permission to embody the articles in book form. For this purpose
they have been added to, amplified and extended. For the illustrations
of fishes I am indebted to the United States Bureau of Fisheries, Mr.
Sherman F. Denton and Dr. Frank M. Johnson.
JAMES ALEXANDER HENSHALL.
BOZEMAN, Montana.
CONTENTS
PAGE
THE BLACK BASS: THE GAME-FISH OF THE PEOPLE 3
THE GRAYLING: THE FLOWER OF FISHES 43
THE TROUT: THE ANGLER'S PRIDE 65
HIS MAJESTY: THE SILVER KING 121
FLORIDA FISH AND FISHING 141
ILLUSTRATIONS
Grayling Fishing on West Fork of Madison River,
Montana _Frontispiece_
FACING
PAGE
Black Bass Returning to Water After Leaping 4
Large Mouth Black Bass 8
Small Mouth Black Bass 12
Black Bass Returning to Water After Leap 32
Michigan Grayling 46
Arctic Grayling 50
Montana Grayling 54
English Grayling 60
Brook Trout 66
Red Throat, or Cut-Throat Trout 72
Steelhead Trout 80
Rainbow Trout 88
Dolly Varden Trout 94
Brown Trout 100
Golden Trout of Volcano Creek 106
Sunapee Trout 114
Tarpon 128
Sheepshead 142
Cavalla 144
Sea Trout 146
Spanish Mackerel 148
Kingfish 150
Cero 150
Redfish; Channel Bass 154
Red Grouper 156
Mangrove Snapper 158
Ten Pounder 160
Ladyfish 160
Snook; Rovallia 164
Jewfish 166
Shark Sucker 168
Enlarged View of Sucking Disk 168
Florida Barracuda 172
Northern Barracuda 172
Manatee 176
Devil Fish 178
THE BLACK BASS: THE GAME FISH OF THE PEOPLE
Favorite Fish & Fishing
THE BLACK BASS: THE GAME FISH OF THE PEOPLE
[Sidenote: Parlous Times in Angling]
These be parlous times in angling. When William King, in the seventeenth
century, with as much prophecy as humor, wrote:
"His hook he baited with a dragon's tail
And sat upon a rock and bobbed for whale,"
he builded better than he knew. And if Job had lived in the twentieth
century, the query: "Canst thou draw out Leviathan with an hook?" would
be answered in the affirmative; also, it would be demonstrated that "He
maketh the deep to boil like a pot," at Fort Myers and Catalina.
The shades of Walton and Cotton, of Sir Humph
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THE METHODS AND SCOPE OF GENETICS
CAMBRIDGE UNIVERSITY PRESS
London: FETTER LANE, E.C.
C. F. CLAY, MANAGER
[Illustration: Logo]
Edinburgh: 100, PRINCES STREET
Berlin: A. ASHER AND CO.
Leipzig: F. A. BROCKHAUS
New York: G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
Bombay and Calcutta: MACMILLAN AND CO., LTD.
_All rights reserved_
THE METHODS AND SCOPE OF GENETICS
_AN INAUGURAL LECTURE DELIVERED 23 OCTOBER 1908_
by
W. BATESON, M.A., F.R.S.
PROFESSOR OF BIOLOGY IN THE UNIVERSITY OF CAMBRIDGE
Cambridge:
at the University Press
1912
_First Edition 1908_
_Reprinted 1912_
PREFATORY NOTE
The Professorship of Biology was founded in 1908 for a period of five
years partly by the generosity of an anonymous benefactor, and partly by
the University of Cambridge. The object of the endowment was the
promotion of inquiries into the physiology of Heredity and Variation, a
study now spoken of as Genetics.
It is now recognized that the progress of such inquiries will chiefly be
accomplished by the application of experimental methods, especially
those which Mendel's discovery has suggested. The purpose of this
inaugural lecture is to describe the outlook over this field of research
in a manner intelligible to students of other parts of knowledge.
W. B.
_28 October, 1908_
THE METHODS AND SCOPE OF GENETICS
The opportunity of addressing fellow-students pursuing lines of inquiry
other than his own falls seldom to a scientific man. One of these rare
opportunities is offered by the constitution of the Professorship to
which I have had the honour to be called. That Professorship, though
bearing the comprehensive title "of Biology," is founded with the
understanding that the holder shall apply himself to a particular class
of physiological problems, the study of which is denoted by the term
Genetics. The term is new; and though the problems are among the oldest
which have vexed the human mind, the modes by which they may be
successfully attacked are also of modern invention. There is therefore
a certain fitness in the employment of this occasion for the deliverance
of a discourse explaining something of the aims of Genetics and of the
methods by which we trust they may be reached.
You will be aware that the claims put forward in the name of Genetics
are high, but I trust to be able to show you that they are not high
without reason. It is the ambition of every one who in youth devotes
himself to the search for natural truth, that his work may be found
somewhere in the main stream of progress. So long only as he keeps
something of the limitless hope with which his voyage of discovery
began, will his courage and his spirit last. The moment we most dread is
one in which it may appear that, after all, our effort has been spent in
exploring some petty tributary, or worse, a backwater of the great
current. It is because Genetic research is still pushing forward in the
central undifferentiated trunk of biological science that we confess no
guilt of presumption in declaring boldly that whatever difficulty may be
in store for those who cast in their lot with us, they need fear no
disillusionment or misgiving that their labour has been wasted on a
paltry quest.
In research, as in all business of exploration, the stirring times come
when a fresh region is suddenly unlocked by the discovery of a new key.
Then conquest is easy and there are prizes for all. We are happy in that
during our own time not a few such territories have been revealed to the
vision of mankind. I do not dare to suggest that in magnitude or
splendour the field of Genetics may be compared with that now being
disclosed to the physicist or the astronomer; for the glory of the
celestial is one and the glory of the terrestrial is another. But I
will say that for once to the man of ordinary power who cannot venture
into those heights beyond, Mendel's clue has shown the way into a realm
of nature which for surprising novelty and adventure is hardly to be
excelled.
It is no hyperbolical figure that I use when I speak of Mendelian
discovery leading us into a new world, the very existence of which was
unsuspected before.
The road thither is simple and easy to follow. We start from a common
fact, familiar to everyone, that all the ordinary animals and plants
began their individual life by the union of two cells, the one male, the
other female. Those cells are known as germ-cells or _gametes_, that is
to say, "marrying" cells.
Now obviously the diversity of form which is characteristic of the
animal and plant world must be somehow represented in the gametes, since
it is they which bring into each organism all that it contains. I am
aware that there is interplay between the
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RHYMES OF A ROLLING STONE
by Robert W. Service
[British-born Canadian Poet -- 1874-1958.]
Author of "The Spell of the Yukon", "Ballads of a Cheechako", etc.
1912 edition, 1917 printing
[Some very minor changes have been made in spelling and punctuation
after consulting another edition.]
I have no doubt at all the Devil grins,
As seas of ink I spatter.
Ye gods, forgive my "literary" sins --
The other kind don't matter.
Contents
Prelude
A Rolling Stone
The Soldier of Fortune
The Gramaphone at Fond-Du-Lac
The Land of Beyond
Sunshine
The Idealist
Athabaska Dick
Cheer
The Return
The Junior God
The Nostomaniac
Ambition
To Sunnydale
The Blind and the Dead
The Atavist
The Sceptic
The Rover
Barb-Wire Bill
"?"
Just Think!
The Lunger
The Mountain and the Lake
The Headliner and the Breadliner
Death in the Arctic
Dreams Are Best
The Quitter
The Cow-Juice Cure
While the Bannock Bakes
The Lost Master
Little Moccasins
The Wanderlust
The Trapper's Christmas Eve
The World's All Right
The Baldness of Chewed-Ear
The Mother
The Dreamer
At Thirty-Five
The Squaw Man
Home and Love
I'm Scared of it All
A Song of Success
The Song of the Camp-Fire
Her Letter
The Man Who Knew
The Logger
The Passing of the Year
The Ghosts
Good-Bye, Little Cabin
Heart o' the North
The Scribe's Prayer
RHYMES OF A ROLLING STONE
Prelude
_I sing no idle songs of dalliance days,
No dreams Elysian inspire my rhyming;
I have no Celia to enchant my lays,
No pipes of Pan have set my heart to chiming.
I am no wordsmith dripping gems divine
Into the golden chalice of a sonnet;
If love songs witch you, close this book of mine,
Waste no time on it._
_Yet bring I to my work an eager joy,
A lusty love of life and all things human;
Still in me leaps the wonder of the boy,
A pride in man, a deathless faith in woman.
Still red blood calls, still rings the valiant fray;
Adventure beacons through the summer gloaming:
Oh long and long and long will be the day
Ere I come homing!_
_This earth is ours to love: lute, brush and pen,
They are but tongues to tell of life sincerely;
The thaumaturgic Day, the might of men,
O God of Scribes, grant us to grave them clearly!
Grant heart that homes in heart, then all is well.
Honey is honey-sweet, howe'er the hiving.
Each to his work, his wage at evening bell
The strength of striving._
A Rolling Stone
_There's sunshine in the heart of me,
My blood sings in the breeze;
The mountains are a part of me,
I'm fellow to the trees.
My golden youth I'm squandering,
Sun-libertine am I;
A-wandering, a-wandering,
Until the day I die._
I was once, I declare, a Stone-Age man,
And I roomed in the cool of a cave;
I have known, I will swear, in a new life-span,
The fret and the sweat of a slave:
For far over all that folks hold worth,
There lives and there leaps in me
A love of the lowly things of earth,
And a passion to be free.
To pitch my tent with no prosy plan,
To range and to change at will;
To mock at the mastership of man,
To seek Adventure's thrill.
Carefree to be, as a bird that sings;
To go my own sweet way;
To reck not at all what may befall,
But to live and to love each day.
To make my body a temple pure
Wherein I dwell serene;
To care for the things that shall endure,
The simple, sweet and clean.
To oust out envy and hate and rage,
To breathe with no alarm;
For Nature shall be my anchorage,
And none shall do me harm.
To shun all lures that debauch the soul,
The orgied rites of the rich;
To eat my crust as a rover must
With the rough-neck down in the ditch.
To trudge by his side whate'er betide;
To share his fire at night;
To call him friend to the long trail-end,
And to read his heart aright.
To scorn all strife, and to view all life
With the curious eyes of a child;
From the plangent sea to the prairie,
From the slum to the heart of the Wild.
From the red-rimmed star to the speck of sand,
From the vast to the greatly small;
For I know that the whole for good is planned,
And I want to see it all.
To see it all, the wide world-way,
From the fig-leaf belt to the Pole;
With never a one to say me nay,
And none to cramp my soul.
In belly-pinch I will pay the price,
But God! let me be free;
For once I know in the long ago,
They made a slave of me.
In a flannel shirt from earth's clean dirt,
Here, pal, is my calloused hand!
Oh, I love each day as a rover may,
Nor seek to understand.
To _ENJOY_ is good enough for me;
The gipsy of God am I;
Then here's a hail to each flaring dawn!
And here's a cheer to the night that's gone!
And may I go a-roaming on
Until the day I die!
_Then every star shall sing to me
Its song of liberty;
And every morn shall bring to me
Its mandate to be free.
In every throbbing vein of me
I'll feel the vast Earth-call;
O body, heart and brain of me
P
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WONDERFUL ESCAPES.
[Illustration: Osmond carrying off Duke Richard.]
WONDERFUL ESCAPES
_REVISED FROM THE FRENCH OF F. BERNARD
AND ORIGINAL CHAPTERS ADDED._
BY
RICHARD WHITEING.
With Twenty-six Plates.
NEW YORK:
CHARLES SCRIBNER & CO.
1871.
Illustrated Library of Wonders.
PUBLISHED BY
Messrs. Charles Scribner & Co.,
654 BROADWAY, NEW YORK.
Each one volume 12mo. Price per volume, $1.50.
_Titles of Books._ _No. of Illustrations_
THUNDER AND LIGHTNING, 39
WONDERS OF OPT
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THE GREAT WESTERN SERIES.
I.
GOING WEST; or, The Perils of a Poor Boy.
II.
OUT WEST; or, Roughing it on the Great Lakes.
III.
LAKE BREEZES; or, The Cruise of the Sylvania.
IV.
GOING SOUTH; or, Yachting on the Atlantic Coast.
V.
DOWN SOUTH; or, Yacht Adventures in Florida.
VI.
UP THE RIVER; or, Yachting on the Mississippi.
(_In Press._)
_THE GREAT WESTERN SERIES_
DOWN SOUTH
OR
YACHT ADVENTURES IN FLORIDA
By
OLIVER OPTIC
AUTHOR OF YOUNG AMERICA ABROAD, THE ARMY AND NAVY SERIES,
THE WOODVILLE SERIES, THE STARRY FLAG SERIES, THE BOAT
CLUB STORIES, THE LAKE SHORE SERIES, THE UPWARD
AND ONWARD SERIES, THE YACHT CLUB SERIES,
THE RIVERDALE STORIES, ETC.
_WITH EIGHT ILLUSTRATIONS_
BOSTON
LEE AND SHEPARD PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK CHARLES T. DILLINGHAM
1881
COPYRIGHT,
1880,
By WILLIAM T. ADAMS.
Electrotyped at the Boston Stereotype Foundry
No. 4 Pearl Street.
TO MY YOUNG FRIEND,
WILFORD L. WRIGHT,
_OF CAIRO, ILL._,
EX-PRESIDENT OF THE NATIONAL AMATEUR PRESS ASSOCIATION,
WHO HAD THE COURAGE AND THE SELF-DENIAL TO
RESIGN HIS OFFICE IN ORDER TO PROMOTE
HIS OWN AND OTHERS' WELFARE,
This Book
IS AFFECTIONATELY DEDICATED.
PREFACE.
"Down South" is the fifth and last volume but one of the "Great Western
Series." The action of the story is confined entirely to Florida; and
this fact may seem to belie the title of the Series. But the young
yachtman still maintains his hold upon the scenes of his earlier life
in Michigan, and his letters come regularly from that State. If he were
old enough to vote, he could do so only in Michigan; and therefore he
has not lost his right to claim a residence there during his temporary
sojourn in the South. Besides, half his ship's company are Western
boys, who carry with them from "The Great Western" family of States
whatever influence they possess in their wanderings through other
sections of the grand American Union.
The same characters who have figured in other volumes of the Series
are again presented, though others are introduced. The hero is as
straightforward, resolute, and self-reliant as ever. His yacht
adventures consist of various excursions on the St. Johns River, from
its mouth to a point above the head of ordinary navigation, with a run
across to Indian River, on the sea-coast, a trip up the Ocklawaha, to
the Lake Country of Florida, and shorter runs up the smaller streams.
The yachtmen and his passengers try their hand at shooting alligators
as well as more valuable game in the "sportsman's paradise" of the
South, and find excellent fishing in both fresh and salt water.
Apart from the adventures incident to the cruise of the yacht in so
interesting a region as Florida, the volume, like its predecessors in
the Series, has its own story, relating to the life-history of the
hero. But his career mingles with the events peculiar to the region in
which he journeys, and many of his associates are men of the "sunny
South." In any clime, he is the same young man of high aims and noble
purposes. The remaining volume will follow him in his cruise on the
Gulf of Mexico, and up the Mississippi.
DORCHESTER, MASS., August 25, 1880.
CONTENTS.
PAGE
CHAPTER I.
MAKING A FLORIDA PORT 13
CHAPTER II.
OUR LIBERAL PASSENGERS 23
CHAPTER III.
A NATIVE FLORIDIAN 33
CHAPTER IV.
A TRIP UP THE SAN SEBASTIAN 43
CHAPTER V.
SAVED FROM THE BURNING HOUSE 53
CHAPTER VI.
MOONLIGHT AND MUSIC ON BOARD 63
CHAPTER VII.
THE ENEMY IN A NEW BUSINESS 73
CHAPTER VIII.
A DISAGREEABLE ROOM-MATE 83
CHAPTER IX.
A BATTLE WITH THE SERPENT 93
CHAPTER X.
THE FELLOW IN THE LOCK-UP 103
CHAPTER XI.
THE HON. PARDON TIFFANY'S WARNING
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[Illustration: HEAD OF ROYAL BENGAL TIGER. MOUNTED BY THE AUTHOR.]
TAXIDERMY
AND
ZOOLOGICAL COLLECTING
_A COMPLETE HANDBOOK FOR THE AMATEUR TAXIDERMIST,
COLLECTOR, OSTEOLOGIST, MUSEUM-BUILDER,
SPORTSMAN, AND TRAVELLER_
BY
WILLIAM. T. HORNADAY
_For eight years Chief Taxidermist of the U.S. National Museum; for
seven years Zoological Collector and Taxidermist for Ward's Natural
Science Establishment; late Superintendent of the National Zoological
Park; author of "Two Years
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SOCIALISM: POSITIVE AND NEGATIVE
by
ROBERT RIVES LA MONTE
"I will make a man more precious than fine gold;
even a man than the golden wedge of Ophir."
--_Isaiah xiii, 12._
Chicago
Charles H. Kerr & Company
1907
Copyright 1907
by Charles H. Kerr & Company
[Illustration: logo]
Press of
John F. Higgins
Chicago
TO
M. E. M. AND L. H. M.
PREFACE
Of the papers in this little volume two have appeared in print before:
"Science and Socialism" in the International Socialist Review for
September, 1900, and "Marxism and Ethics" in Wilshire's Magazine for
November, 1905. My thanks are due to the publishers of those periodicals
for their kind permission to re-print those articles here. The other
papers appear here for the first time.
There is an obvious inconsistency between the treatment of Materialism
in "Science and Socialism" and its treatment in "The Nihilism of
Socialism." I would point out that seven years elapsed between the
composition of the former and that of the latter essay. Whether the
inconsistency be a sign of mental growth or deterioration my readers
must judge for themselves. I will merely say here that the man or woman,
whose views remain absolutely fixed and stereotyped for seven years, is
cheating the undertaker. What I conceive the true significance of this
particular change in opinions to be is set forth in the essay on "The
Biogenetic Law."
Some Socialists will deprecate what may seem to them the unwise
frankness of the paper on "The Nihilism of Socialism." To them I can
only say that to me Socialism has always been essentially a
revolutionary movement. Revolutionists, who attempt to maintain a
distinction between their exoteric and their esoteric teachings, only
succeed in making themselves ridiculous. But, even were the maintenance
of such a distinction practicable, it would, in my judgment, be highly
inexpedient. As a mere matter of policy, ever since I first entered the
Socialist Movement, I have been a firm believer in the tactics admirably
summed up in Danton's "_De l'audace! Puis de l'audace! Et toujours de
l'audace!_"
Should any reader find himself repelled by "The Nihilism of Socialism,"
let me beg that he will not put the book aside until he has read the
essay on "The Biogenetic Law."
I do not send forth this little book with any ambitious hope that it
will be widely read, or even that it will convert any one to Socialism.
My hope is far more modest. It is that this book may be of some real
service, as a labor-saving device, to the thinking men and women who
have felt the lure of Socialism, and are trying to discover just what is
meant by the oft-used words 'Marxian Socialism,' Should it prove of
material aid to even _one_ such man or woman, I would feel that I had
been repaid a hundred-fold for my labor in writing it.
ROBERT RIVES LA MONTE.
Feb. 7, 1907.
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PAGE
SCIENCE AND SOCIALISM 15
I. THE MATERIALISTIC CONCEPTION OF HISTORY 25
II. THE LAW OF SURPLUS-VALUE 34
III. THE CLASS STRUGGLE 46
MARXISM AND ETHICS 57
INSTEAD OF A FOOTNOTE 75
THE NIHILISM OF SOCIALISM 81
THE BIOGENETIC LAW 131
KISMET 143
SCIENCE AND SOCIALISM[1]
(International Socialist Review, September, 1900.)
Until the middle of this (the nineteenth) century the favorite theory
with those who attempted to explain the phenomena of History was the
Great-Man-Theory. This theory was that once in a while through infinite
mercy a great man was sent to the earth who yanked humanity up a notch
or two higher, and then we went along in a humdrum way on that level, or
even sank back till another great man was vouchsafed to us. Possibly the
finest flower of this school of thought is Carlyle
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RECOLLECTIONS WITH THE THIRD IOWA REGIMENT:
by
LIEUT. S. D. THOMPSON.
Cincinnati:
Published for the Author.
1864.
Entered according to Act of Congress,
in the year eighteen hundred and sixty-four, by
Lieut. S. D. Thompson
In the Clerk's Office of the District Court of the U. S.
for the Southern District of Ohio.
PREFACE.
At the solicitation of some of my comrades, the pages of this book
were for the most part compiled from a diary which I kept during most
of the two years I served with them, and which was written amid the
scenes it attempts to describe. To furnish them a faithful account of
the principal scenes through which they passed during this period,
including sketches of the operations in which they were engaged,
and of which our Regiment formed a part; a record of what they saw,
and did, and suffered, such as I thought they would like to read
in future days, has been my object in presenting it in this shape.
As it was written for my comrades, to them I dedicate it; and in
giving it to the public, I have only to say that if it suits them, it
suits me. With regard to facts which have since become history, to
which I have had occasion to refer, I may have committed some errors
and inaccuracies; my book was not written in the library of the
historian, but in the tent of the soldier, and with few exceptions
without other information than such as observation and report could
supply. In speaking of prominent officers under whom we served, I
have not forgotten that some of them are still my superior officers,
and that it in nowise comports with my duties as a soldier to assume
to be their historian or critic. But the time has come when the
conduct of those who have passed into civil life may be criticized
by those who were their inferiors in the military service. Of such
I have endeavored to speak honestly but _plainly_, remembering that
they dealt plainly with us.
I am under obligations to Col. Scott, 32d Iowa, Lieut. Chas. P.
Brown, A. A. Q. M., Fort Pickering, W. B. Lakin, Esq., College Hill,
Ohio, for valuable favors and assistance. I trust that time will
afford me opportunities of paying them in a better manner than by
this public acknowledgment.
And now I give these pages to the public, with the single regret that
the deeds of men who have so many titles to honor and gratitude could
not have been better recorded and by a more worthy hand.
S. D. THOMPSON,
FORT PICKERING, Memphis, Tenn., March, 1864.
CONTENTS.
Page.
Preface 3
CHAPTER I.
The "uprising" in Iowa--Patriotism of the people--The
Third Regiment--Its character and composition--Spirit and
ideas of its members--Our colonel--Our visit to Camp Ellsworth
and the First Iowa--The Second and First Iowa advance into
Missouri--Our quarters--Our ideas of our treatment--Poor
fare, and what some of us "did about it"--Our duties--Complaints
about pay--Our arms--We go into camp--Our first
camp experience--We chafe exceedingly under the yoke of
discipline--Marching orders 13
CHAPTER II.
We break up camp at Keokuk--The parting occasion--The
last lingering look--A pleasant steamboat ride--Two nights
and a day at Hannibal--We advance by rail into the interior
of Missouri--Dangers attending the movement--We halt at
Chillicothe, Grand River bridge and Utica--Leaving the cars
and camping for the night--Condition of the country--Our
first night alarm--How we celebrated the Fourth of July--Our
uniform--Our rations--Our discipline--Colonel Williams
arrives and assumes command--Colonel Smith visits
and consults with him--Another false alarm 29
CHAPTER III.
Operations of the rebel general Harris--Three companies
of our regiment detailed to join an expedition against him--We
are allowed ten minutes for preparation--We join a portion
of the Sixteenth Illinois at Palmyra, and with them
return to Monroe--The movement delayed by a storm--Consultation
of officers--The column moves--Skirmish of Hager's
Woods--We delay and finally camp for the night--And in the
morning begin to retreat--Our train burned and the enemy
in our rear--A threatened skirmish--He cuts off our communications
and surrounds in large force--Cool conduct of Colonel
Smith--We begin to fortify--A night of expectation--Details
of our situation--The enemy opens with artillery--And
begins to draw in his lines--We lie in our trenches and
reserve our fire--Aid in the right time--The enemy quits the
field in panic--An accident--Col. Williams arrives with a
portion of the Third Iowa 43
CHAPTER IV.
We prepare to march from Monroe--Arrival of Governor
Wood with cavalry and artillery; and of the Fourteenth
Illinois--How Mr. Dugan speaks of this in his book--A change
of counsels--The Third Iowa moves west on a train--Circumstances
of the ride--Failure of an attempt to burn the Chariton
River bridge--A few details--How young soldiers originate
false alarms--Our camp at Chillicothe--General Hurlbut
assumes command of the troops on the Hannibal and St. Joseph
Railroad--We draw our accoutrements at last--We leave
Chillicothe and go into camp at Brookfield 61
CHAPTER V.
Activity of the rebels--Colonel Martin Green--We are
ordered against him--Details and incidents of the march
from Mason City to Kirksville--Character of the Home
Guards--Condition of the country--Our situation at
Kirksville--Details of our occupation of that place--Arrival
of reinforcements under Gen. Hurlbut--Our complaints and
expectations 73
CHAPTER VI.
Lieut. Call reconnoiters and reports the enemy's position--Colonel
Scott desires to attack him with the Third Iowa, the Home Guarda
and the artillery--Gen. Hurlbut declines his consent--Dangers
of such a movement--Disappointment of the men--The General
reviews the troops--And issues a proclamation--He
sends it by a flag of truce to Green's camp--Green
don't see the point, but takes the hint and gets ready
to leave--The General issues an order against plundering--Further
details of our condition--A detachment goes to Lancaster
after supplies--Escape and pursuit of Green--Details
of the march--Suffering, straggling and plundering--Night
at Wilsonsville--night at Bear Creek--Scouts from Moore--Junction
with Moore at Bethel--Appearance of the place--Character
and hospitality of the inhabitants--Change of plans--Moore
and Smith pursue the enemy--Hurlbut and Scott move directly
toward the railroad--Noon at Shelbyville--Another
proclamation--A man straggles ahead of the column and is
shot by the bushwhackers--Night at Shelbina--The
situation--We proceed to Brookfield 89
CHAPTER VII.
The expedition to Paris--The forces engaged in it--Details
of the movement to that place--Conduct of Colonel Williams
and Lieut. Col. Blair while there--They return speedily to
Shelbina--Green pursues and confronts them with a large
force--Details of the affair at Shelbina--Colonel Williams
retreats to Hudson where he meets General Hurlbut with
reinforcements--The propriety of the retreat discussed--The
account of the Rebellion Record 104
CHAPTER VIII.
We break up camp at Brookfield and proceed toward
Shelbina--Junction with Smith and Moore--Gen. Pope assumes
command--Hurlbut and Williams proceed to St. Louis in
arrest--Pope leads a night march against Green at Florida--Feelings
of the troops--Circumstances of that affair--Report
of General Fremont concerning it--We return to the railroad
and proceed to Macon--Arrival of Generals Pope and Sturgis
at that point--Prospect of active movements 112
CHAPTER IX.
Col. Smith with his own regiment and five companies of
the Thirty-ninth Ohio, proceed to Platte River bridge and
commence repairing it--Col. Scott is ordered to co-operate
with him against the rebels in that vicinity--We proceed to
Cameron by railroad, impress transportation and march
toward Liberty--The first night--Second day's march--Second
night at Centerville--Cannonading in the distance--Our
feelings--Lieut. Call reconnoiters as far as Liberty--We
move at 3 A. M.--At sunrise drive back the enemy's pickets
and camp at Liberty--No tidings from Smith--Cannonading
in the direction of Independence and probabilities of an
engagement across the river--Col. Scott resolves to
attack--BATTLE OF BLUE MILLS LANDING 120
CHAPTER X.
Arrival of Smith--His march from the railroad--Why he
arrived too late--Our feelings on his arrival--The situation
the morning after the battle--What should have been done--Smith
starts for St. Joseph--Burying the dead and caring for the
wounded--Scott's official report--Comments on the same--Gallantry
of Scott and Lakin--Official report of the enemy--Estimate
of his force--Account in the Missouri Republican--Account
in Pollard's "First Year of the War"--The necessity
and merits of the battle 135
CHAPTER XI.
We start for the railroad--Arrival at Centerville--Arrival
of a courier from Sturgis--March to Plattsburg--Orders from
Sturgis--Turn toward Kansas City--Night at Smithville--March
resumed toward Liberty--Sturgis retreats three days
from an enemy who does not pursue--We think his pursuers
turn against us, and turn to the west to elude them--Strike
the Missouri at Parkville and prepare to cross on a flatboat--A
steamboat arrives and conveys us to Leavenworth--We
return next day to Wyandotte--Our stay at Wyandotte--Move
to Kansas City--Arrival of Lane's Brigade--Comparison
between Lane and Sturgis--They quarrel about precedence
in rank--Lane moves out of town--Hospitality of the
citizens 152
CHAPTER XII.
The troops leave Kansas City--We are not in a condition
to march South--Rumored removal of the regiment to
Quincy--Proceed by steamboat and railroad to Quincy--Our
arrival and situation there--We are paid and prepare to
leave--The citizens give a ball in our honor--Incidents
of that night--We proceed to Benton Barracks--Col. Williams,
his release, conduct, and re-arrest--Changes--Our sanitary
condition--We are ordered to the North Missouri
Railroad--Disgraceful conduct of certain captains 165
CHAPTER XIII.
Preparations--We move North by railroad--Details of the
ride--March from the railroad--Night on the frozen ground--Feelings
and conduct of the soldiers toward the citizens--Night
at Martinsburg--March to Mexico--Character of the
citizens--Bad conduct of certain of the men--What the
Major did about it--His speech--Its effect--An excess of
quinine and lack of bread--Return march to Martinsburg--The
New Year--March to Wellsville--Sickness--Conduct and
character of Surgeon Edwards--Foraging and plundering--Movement
of troops to the front--Anxiety to go with them--Fort
Donelson--Discontent at being left in the rear--Trial
and release of Col. Williams--He assumes command and
begins reforms--Marching orders 175
CHAPTER XIV.
Leave Mexico for St Louis--Conduct of some of the men
and officers--Journey from St. Louis to Savannah, Tenn.--Scenes
on the passage--Captain Albert Hobbs--Loyalty of the
people on the Tennessee river--Move to Pittsburg Landing--The
situation--Criticism, &c. 189
CHAPTER XV.
The enemy's reconnoissance April 4th--The alarm 5th
April--THE BATTLE OF SHILOH--The soldier's impression of a
battle--Stragglers and their shameful conduct--The different
movements and positions of our division and brigade in the
battle--Appearance of General Grant--Gallant charge and
repulse of a rebel brigade 206
CHAPTER XVI.
The enemy massing against the left--Our successful stand--Retreat
and our successive positions therein--We form the
left of Prentiss--His gallant conduct and capture--Capture
of Major Stone--He and Prentiss vindicated--Scene on the
bluff--Night and Buell--The cannonade--The night 221
CHAPTER XVII.
The battle on Monday--Defeat of the enemy's right wing--Firmness
of the left--Gallant conduct of Gen. Hurlbut--Col. Johnson in
command of a part of our divided brigade--Victory--Flight
of the enemy and failure to pursue 233
CHAPTER XVIII.
A survey of the field--Plundering the dead--Civilians and
relic-seekers--Congratulatory orders--Camp on a field of
graves 243
CHAPTER XIX.
Preparations to advance on Corinth--Morale of army and
sanitary condition--Advance to Shiloh Springs--Inspection by
General J----Advance to Pea Ridge--Gov. Yates--Picket
skirmishing--Battle of Russellville House--Arrival of Col.
Scott--A night on picket in face of the enemy--THE EVACUATION
AND OCCUPATION OF CORINTH 257
CHAPTER XX.
Resume of the movements of our regiment--Sherman's
movements towards Memphis--Camp on the Heights of
Hatchie--Camp on Spring Creek and Wolf River--Colonel
Williams again--Incidents of the march from LaGrange,
Tenn., to Holly Springs, Mississippi--Return--Resignation
of Lieut. Col. Scott--Arrival in Memphis--Gen. Sherman as
a military man--Marching orders 278
CHAPTER XXI.
Lieut. Col. Trumbull--Leave Memphis--Night on Wolf
River--House burning--Reach and bridge the Hatchie--Hardships
and murmurs--March toward Bolivar--Arrival at Bolivar--A
reconnoissance towards Grand Junction--Attempt of the enemy
to get in our rear--Return to Bolivar--Reinforcements 291
CHAPTER XXII.
A day's march toward Corinth--Arrival of Gen. Ord--Situation
and movements of the enemy--BATTLE OF MATAMORA--Carrying
the bridge of the Hatchie--Disastrous situation--Reserves
ordered into action--Hurlbut saves the day--Carrying
the Heights--Retreat of the enemy--Bivouac on the
field--Reconnoissance, details, etc.--Return to Bolivar--Fruits
of the victory--Losses 303
CHAPTER XXIII.
Col. Trumbull's official report--General Hurlbut's parting
review--His parting orders--How they were received--Congratulatory
orders of Gen. Grant--Telegram from the President 317
CHAPTER XXIV.
Reorganization and changes--Reconnoissance by General
Ross--Disposition of the Hatchie prisoners--The State election
in our regiment--Effects of the news of the northern
elections upon the troops--Wild reports of the enemy's
advance--Fortifying--Preparations for a general advance--Arrival
of Gen. Grant--Grand review--Arrival of new regiments--General
marching orders--First day's march--Condition of the
troops--Our camp at LaGrange--Position of the enemy--Arrival
of Col. Williams--Resignation of Lieut. Col. Trumbull--The
Somerville march--Reviews and marching orders 329
CHAPTER XXV.
The army in motion to the South--Character and scenes of
the first days march--Bivouac at Holly Springs--An earthquake--The
cavalry division and the enemy's rear guard--Cannonading--Camp
Lumkin's Mills--A storm--Movement of Sherman, retreat of the
enemy and advance of troops--Our division left behind--We
advance--Rebel works on the Tallahatchie--Scenes and scenery
of the march--Oxford--Join the army at Yockona Creek--The
Thirty-third Wisconsin--The situation and movements--Raid
of Van Dorn--Movements to open the communications 345
CHAPTER XXVI.
Retreat of the army--Commendable spirit of the troops--March
to the Tallahatchie--Ridiculous rumors--Christmas--We
We go into camp--Return of Dickey's raid--Our condition as
to supplies--The New Year--March to Holly Springs--We go
into camp--March of Denver's division--Our situation--Burning
of Holly Springs--March again to the north--Bivouac
at Cold
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FIRST SERIES
BY J. C. SQUIRE
LONDON
MARTIN SECKER
XVII BUCKINGHAM STREET
ADELPHI
LONDON: MARTIN SECKER (LTD) 1918
_DEDICATION_
_Lord, I have seen at harvest festival
In a white lamp-lit fishing-village church,
How the poor folk, lacking fine decorations,
Offer the first-fruits of their various toils:
Not only fruit and blossom of the fields,
Ripe corn and poppies, scabious, marguerites,
Melons and marrows, carrots and potatoes,
And pale round turnips and sweet cottage flowers,
But gifts of other produce, heaped brown nets,
Fine pollack, silver fish with umber backs,
And handsome green-dark-blue-striped mackerel,
And uglier, hornier creatures from the sea,
Lobsters, long-clawed and eyed, and smooth flat crabs,
Ranged with the flowers upon the window-niches,
To lie in that symbolic contiguity
While lusty hymns of gratitude ascend._
_So I
Here offer all I have found:
A few bright stainless flowers
And richer, earthlier blooms, and homely grain,
And roots that grew distorted in the dark,
And shapes of livid hue and sprawling form
Dragged from the deepest maters I have searched.
Most diverse gifts, yet all alike in this:
They are all the natural products of my mind
And heart and senses;
And all with labour grown, or plucked, or caught._
PREFACE
The title of this book was chosen for this reason. Had the volume been
called ---- _and Other Poems_ it might have given a
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ON THE INCUBUS, OR NIGHT-MARE.
J. M'Creery, Printer,
Black Horse Court, London.
A TREATISE ON THE INCUBUS,
OR
Night-Mare,
DISTURBED SLEEP, TERRIFIC DREAMS,
AND NOCTURNAL VISIONS.
WITH THE MEANS OF REMOVING THESE
DISTRESSING COMPLAINTS.
BY JOHN WALLER,
SURGEON OF THE ROYAL NAVY.
LONDON:
PRINTED FOR E. COX AND SON, ST. THOMAS'S STREET,
BOROUGH.
1816.
INTRODUCTION.
The enjoyment of comfortable and undisturbed sleep, is certainly to be
ranked amongst the greatest blessings which heaven has bestowed on
mankind; and it may be considered as one of the best criterions of a
person enjoying perfect health. On the contrary, any disturbance which
occurs in the enjoyment of this invaluable blessing, may be considered a
decisive proof of some derangement existing in the animal economy, and a
consequent deviation from the standard of health. Indeed it is astonishing
how slight a deviation from that standard may be perceived, by paying
attention to the circumstance of our sleep and dreams. This may be more
clearly demonstrated by attending carefully to the state of persons on the
approach of any epidemic fever or other epidemic disease, and indeed of
every kind of fever, as I have repeatedly witnessed; when no other signs
of a deviation from health could be perceived, the patient has complained
of disturbed rest and frightful dreams, with Night-Mare, &c. Hence the
dread which the vulgar, in all ages and countries, have had of what they
call _bad_ dreams; experience having proved to them, that persons,
previously to being attacked with some serious or fatal malady, had been
visited with these kind of dreams. For this reason they always dread some
impending calamity either to themselves or others, whenever they occur;
and, so far as relates to themselves, often not without reason. Frightful
dreams, however, though frequently the forerunners of dangerous and fatal
diseases, will yet often occur when the disturbance of the system is
comparatively trifling, as they will generally be found to accompany every
derangement of the digestive organs, particularly of the stomach, of the
superior portion of the intestinal canal, and of the biliary system.
Children, whose digestive organs are peculiarly liable to derangement, are
also very frequently the subjects of frightful dreams, and partial
Night-Mares; which are frequently distressing enough to them. They are
still more so to grown up people, as they generally arise from a more
serious derangement of the system. Those who are subject to them will
agree with me in opinion, that they are by no means to be ranked amongst
the lesser calamities to which our nature is liable.
There are many persons in the world to whom it is no uncommon occurrence,
to rise from their bed in the morning more wearied and exhausted, both in
mind and body, than when they retired to it the evening before: to whom
sleep is frequently an object of terror rather than comfort, and who seek
in vain for relief from the means usually recommended by Physicians. To
such persons I dedicate this little work; for their information I have
laid down, in as clear terms as the subject will admit, the history of
those diseases, which, by depriving us of the benefit of sleep, and
driving rest from our couch, often render life itself miserable, and lay
the foundation of formidable, and sometimes of fatal diseases. Amongst
those affections which thus break in upon our repose, the most formidable
and the most frequent is the disease called Night-Mare; the history of
which, with its various modifications, I have endeavoured to give with as
much accuracy as possible, and have attempted also to investigate its
nature and immediate causes, as well as to point out the best mode of
obtaining relief. Very little assistance could be obtained in this
undertaking, from the writings of modern Physicians, who have paid little
or no attention to it: those of the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries,
seem to have well understood both its causes and cure, but differed much
amongst themselves respecting its nature, as will ever be the case when
we attempt to reason on any subject which is above our comprehension. I
have availed myself of all the light which these illustrious men could
throw upon the subject, which is not a little; but my principal
information respecting it has arisen from a personal acquaintance with the
disease itself, for a long series of years, having been a victim to it
from my earliest infancy. I have never met with any person who has
suffered to so great an extent from this affection, or to whom it was
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[Illustration: "LOOK AT THE HIGH CLIFF, CAPTAIN," URGED BOB.--Page 169.]
DAVE FEARLESS
AND THE CAVE OF MYSTERY
OR
_ADRIFT ON THE PACIFIC_
BY
ROY ROCKWOOD
Author of "Dave Fearless After a Sunken Treasure," etc.
_ILLUSTRATED_
NEW YORK
GEORGE SULLY & COMPANY
BOOKS FOR BOYS
BY
ROY ROCKWOOD
DAVE FEARLESS AFTER A SUNKEN TREASURE
DAVE FEARLESS ON A FLOATING ISLAND
DAVE FEARLESS AND THE CAVE OF MYSTERY
Copyright 1918 BY
GEORGE SULLY & COMPANY
PRINTED IN U. S. A.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I. Splendid Fortune
II. Foul Play
III. Mr. Schmitt-Schmitt
IV. A Pair of Schemers
V. Doctor Barrell's "Accident"
VI. The Pilot's Plot
VII. The Mysterious Jar
VIII. Outwitting an Enemy
IX. A Bold Project
X. The Wooded Island
XI. A Race for Life
XII. Overboard
XIII. Adrift on the Pacific
XIV. Strange Companions
XV. A Perilous Cruise
XVI. Landed
XVII. A Remarkable Scene
XVIII. The Outcast's Secret
XIX. A Day of Adventures
XX. On Board the "Swallow"
XXI. The Island Harbor
XXII. The House of Tears
XXIII. Ready for Action
XXIV. In the Royal Palace
XXV. The Captives
XXVI. A Thrilling Adventure
XXVII. The Poisoned Darts
XXVIII. A Wild Ride
XXIX. Found!
XXX. Disaster
XXXI. A Lucky Find
XXXII. Conclusion
DAVE FEARLESS AND THE CAVE OF MYSTERY
CHAPTER I
SPLENDID FORTUNE
"It's gone! It's gone!"
"What is gone, Dave?"
"The treasure, Bob."
"But it was on board--in the boxes."
"No--those boxes are filled with old iron and lead. We have been
tricked, robbed! After all our trouble, hardship, and peril, I fear that
the golden reward we counted on so grandly has slipped from our grasp."
It was on the deck of the _Swallow_, moored in the harbor of a far-away
Pacific Ocean tropical island, that Dave Fearless spoke. He had just
rushed up from the cabin in a great state of excitement.
Below loud, anxious, and angry voices sounded. As one after another of
the officers and sailors appeared on the deck, all of them looked pale
and perturbed.
What might be called a terrific, an overwhelming discovery had just been
made by Captain Paul Broadbeam and by Dave's father, Amos Fearless, the
veteran ocean diver.
For two weeks, after a hard battle with the sea and its monsters, after
fighting savages and piratical enemies, the beautiful steamer, the
_Swallow_, had plowed through sun-tipped waves, favored by gentle
breezes, homeward-bound.
Every heart on board had been light and happy. Labeled and sealed on
the sandy floor of the ballast room, lay four boxes believed to contain
over half a million dollars in gold coin.
Legally this vast treasure belonged to Amos and Dave Fearless, father
and son. To those who had aided and protected them, however, from
Doctor Barrell, on board the _Swallow_ to make deep-sea soundings and
secure specimens of rare marine monsters for the United States
Government, down to Bob Vilett, Dave's chosen chum and the ambitious
young assistant engineer of the vessel, every soul on board knew that
when they reached San Francisco, the generous ocean diver and his son
would make a most liberal division of the splendid fortune they had
fished up in mid-ocean.
As said, the serenity of these fond hopes was now rudely blasted. Dave,
rushing up on deck quite pale and agitated, had made the announcement
that brought Bob
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Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1905 to 1906
Lucy Maud Montgomery was born at Clifton (now New London), Prince
Edward Island, Canada, on November 30, 1874. She achieved
international fame in her lifetime, putting Prince Edward Island and
Canada on the world literary map. Best known for her "Anne of Green
Gables" books, she was also a prolific writer of short stories and
poetry. She published some 500 short stories and poems and twenty
novels before her death in 1942. The Project Gutenberg collection of
her short stories was gathered from numerous sources and is presented
in chronological publishing order:
Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1896 to 1901
Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1902 to 1903
Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1904
Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1905 to 1906
Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1907 to 1908
Lucy Maud Montgomery Short Stories, 1909 to 1922
* * * * *
Short Stories 1905 to 1906
A Correspondence and a Climax 1905
An Adventure on Island Rock 1906
At Five O'Clock in the Morning 1905
Aunt Susanna's Birthday Celebration 1905
Bertie's New Year 1905
Between the Hill and the Valley 1905
Clorinda's Gifts 1906
Cyrilla's Inspiration 1905
Dorinda's Desperate Deed 1906
Her Own People 1905
Ida's New Year Cake 1905
In the Old Valley 1906
Jane Lavinia 1906
Mackereling Out in the Gulf 1905
Millicent's Double 1905
The Blue North Room 1906
The Christmas Surprise At Enderly Road 1905
The Dissipation of Miss Ponsonby 1906
The Falsoms' Christmas Dinner 1906
The Fraser Scholarship 1905
The Girl at the Gate 1906
The Light on the Big Dipper 1906
The Prodigal Brother 1906
The Redemption of John Churchill 1906
The Schoolmaster's Letter 1905
The Story of Uncle Dick 1906
The Understanding of Sister Sara 1905
The Unforgotten One 1906
The Wooing of Bessy 1906
Their Girl Josie 1906
When Jack and Jill Took a Hand 1905
A Correspondence and A Climax
At sunset Sidney hurried to her room to take off the soiled and faded
cotton dress she had worn while milking. She had milked eight cows and
pumped water for the milk-cans afterward in the fag-end of a hot
summer day. She did that every night, but tonight she had hurried more
than usual because she wanted to get her letter written before the
early farm bedtime. She had been thinking it out while she milked the
cows in the stuffy little pen behind the barn. This monthly letter was
the only pleasure and stimulant in her life. Existence would have
been, so Sidney thought, a dreary, unbearable blank without it. She
cast aside her milking-dress with a thrill of distaste that tingled to
her rosy fingertips. As she slipped into her blue-print afternoon
dress her aunt called to her from below. Sidney ran out to the dark
little entry and leaned over the stair railing. Below in the kitchen
there was a hubbub of laughing, crying, quarrelling children, and a
reek of bad tobacco smoke drifted up to the girl's disgusted nostrils.
Aunt Jane was standing at the foot of the stairs with a lamp in one
hand and a year-old baby clinging to the other. She was a big
shapeless woman with a round good-natured face--cheerful and vulgar as
a sunflower was Aunt Jane at all times and occasions.
"I want to run over and see how Mrs. Brixby is this evening, Siddy,
and you must take care of the baby till I get back."
Sidney sighed and went downstairs for the baby. It never would have
occurred to her to protest or be petulant about it. She had all her
aunt's sweetness of disposition, if she resembled her in nothing else.
She had not grumbled because she had to rise at four that morning, get
breakfast, milk the cows, bake bread, prepare seven children for
school, get dinner, preserve twenty quarts of strawberries, get tea,
and milk the cows again. All her days were alike as far as hard work
and dullness went, but she accepted them cheerfully and
uncomplainingly. But she did
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CATS: Their Points and Characteristics.
[Illustration: "SHIPMATES."]
"CATS:"
THEIR POINTS AND CHARACTERISTICS,
WITH CURIOSITIES OF CAT LIFE,
AND A CHAPTER ON FELINE AILMENTS.
BY _W. GORDON STABLES, M.D., C.M., R.N._,
AUTHOR OF
"MEDICAL LIFE IN THE NAVY," "WILD ADVENTURES IN THE FAR NORTH,"
THE "NEWFOUNDLAND AND WATCH DOG," IN WEBB'S BOOK ON DOGS,
ETC. ETC.
LONDON: DEAN & SON,
ST. DUNSTAN'S BUILDINGS, 160A, FLEET STREET, E.C.
CONTENTS.
VOL. I.
CHAPTER. PAGE
I. APOLOGETIC 1
II. PUSSY ON HER NATIVE HEARTH 3
III. PUSSY'S LOVE OF CHILDREN 26
IV. PUSSY "POLL" 36
V. SAGACITY OF CATS 44
VI. A CAT THAT KEEPS THE SABBATH 61
VII. HONEST CATS 64
VIII. THE PLOUGHMAN'S "MYSIE" 70
IX. TENACITY OF LIFE IN CATS 74
X. NOMADISM IN CATS 87
XI. "IS CATS TO BE TRUSTED?" 94
XII. PUSSY AS A MOTHER 109
XIII. HOME TIES AND AFFECTIONS 125
XIV. FISHING EXPLOITS 141
XV. THE ADVENTURES OF BLINKS 151
XVI. HUNTING EXPLOITS 190
XVII. COCK-JOCK AND THE CAT 200
XVIII. NURSING VAGARIES 209
XIX. PUSSY'S PLAYMATES 221
XX. PUSSY AND THE HARE 230
XXI. THE MILLER'S FRIEND. A TALE 235
ADDENDA. CONTAINING THE NAMES AND ADDRESSES OF THE
VOUCHERS FOR THE AUTHENTICITY OF THE
ANECDOTES 267
VOL. II.
CHAPTER. PAGE
I. ORIGIN AND ANTIQUITY OF THE DOMESTIC CAT 278
II. CLASSIFICATION AND POINTS 285
III. PUSSY'S PATIENCE AND CLEANLINESS 307
IV. TRICKS AND TRAINING 319
V. CRUELTY TO CATS 329
VI. PARLIAMENTARY PROTECTION FOR THE DOMESTIC CAT 356
VII. FELINE AILMENTS 366
VIII. ODDS AND ENDS 387
IX. THE TWO "MUFFIES." A TALE 410
X. BLACK TOM, THE SKIPPER'S IMP. A TALE 440
ADDENDA. CONTAINING THE NAMES AND ADDRESSES OF THE
VOUCHERS FOR THE AUTHENTICITY OF THE
ANECDOTES 479
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CAT FOOD.
[Illustration: TRADE MARK.]
It has long been considered that the food given to that useful domestic
favourite, the CAT, is the sole cause of all the diseases it suffers from;
nearly all Cats in towns are fed on boiled horseflesh, in many cases
diseased and conveying disease.
This Food is introduced to entirely supersede the present unwholesome
practice; it is made from pure fresh beef and other sound materials, not
from horseflesh or other deleterious substances. It will be found the
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prolong the existence, and extend the usefulness, gentleness, and
cleanliness of the Cat.
_Sold in 1d. Packets only. Each Packet contains sufficient to feed a Cat
for two days. The wrapper of every Packet is the same in colour, and bears
the Trade Mark as above, and the name of the Patentee, and no other Packet
is genuine._
DIRECTIONS FOR USE.
Mix the food with a little milk or water, making it crumbly moist, not
sloppy.
SPRATT'S PATENT MEAT FIBRINE DOG CAKES, 22_s._ per cwt., Carriage Paid.
SPRATT'S PATENT POULTRY FOOD, 22_s._ per cwt., Carriage Paid.
SPRATT'S PATENT GRANULATED PRAIRIE MEAT CRISSEL, 28_s._ per cwt., Carriage
Paid.
_Address--SPRATT'S PATENT_,
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TO
LADY MILDRED BERESFORD-HOPE,
AND
LADY DOROTHY NEVILL,
THIS WORK
Is dedicated
With feelings of regard and esteem,
BY
THE AUTHOR.
CAT MEDICINE CHEST,
_Beautifully fitted up with everything necessary
to keep Pussy in Health, or to Cure her when Ill._
The Medicines are done up in a new form, now
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A NICELY FINISHED ARTICLE,
HIGHLY SUITABLE FOR A PRESENT.
PRICE, with Synopsis of Diseases of Cats and their
Treatment, 21s.
LONDON: DEAN & SON,
FACTORS, PUBLISHERS
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ENCHANTED INDIA
[Illustration BOJIDAR KARAGEORGEVITCH: and signature]
ENCHANTED INDIA
BY
PRINCE BOJIDAR KARAGEORGEVITCH
[Illustration: Logo]
HARPER & BROTHERS
PUBLISHERS
NEW YORK AND LONDON
1899
*** _"Enchanted India," which was written in French by
Prince Bojidar Karageorgevitch, and translated by Clara Bell, is
now published in advance of the edition in the original language._
TO MY FRIEND
M. H. SPIELMANN
CONTENTS
PAGE
AT SEA 1, 305
BOMBAY 3, 91, 302
ELLORA 36
NANDGAUN 46
BARODA 50
AHMEDABAD 55
PALITANA 64
BHAWNAGAR 84
HYDERABAD 92
TRICHINOPOLY 107
MADURA 114
TUTICORIN 123
COLOMBO 123
KANDY 125
MADRAS 133
CALCUTTA 139
DARJEELING 145
BENARES 154
ALLAHABAD 181
LUCKNOW 185
CAWNPORE 189
GWALIOR 199
AGRA 204
JEYPOOR 213
DELHI 216, 299
AMRITSUR 233
LAHORE 235
RAWAL PINDI 238
PESHAWUR 241
MURREE 253
GARHI 254
SRINAGAR 256
RAMPOOR 266
DOMEL 269
DERWAL 271
KOHAT 273, 287
BUNNOO 274
DEHRA DOON 289
HARDWAR 296
ENCHANTED INDIA
AT SEA
The air is heavy with indefinable perfume. We are already coasting the
Indian shore, but it remains invisible, and gives no sign but by these
gusts of warmer air laden with that inscrutable aroma of musk and
pepper. A lighthouse to port, which we have for some time taken for a
star, vanishes in the light mist that hangs over the coast, and then
again there is nothing but the immensity of waters under the clear
night, blue with moonlight.
All the day long a quantity of medusæ have surrounded the ship: white,
as large as an ostrich's egg, with a pink or lilac heart, like a flower;
others of enormous size, of a paler blue than the sea, fringed with
intense and luminous green--a splash of light on the dusk of the deep.
Others, again, white, blossoming with every shade of rose and violet.
Then, towards evening, myriads of very small ones, thickening the water,
give it a yellowish tinge, clinging to the ship's side, rolling in the
furrow of its wake, a compact swarm, for hours constantly renewed; but
they have at last disappeared, leaving the sea clear, transparent,
twinkling with large flecks of phosphorescence that rise slowly from the
depths, flash on the surface, and die out at once under the light of the
sky.
Before daybreak, in the doubtful light of waning night, dim masses are
visible--grey and purple mountains--mountains shaped like temples, of
which two indeed seem to be crowned with low squat towers as if
unfinished.
The morning mist shrouds everything; the scene insensibly passes through
a series of pale tints, to
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BALLADS OF A CHEECHAKO
by Robert W. Service
[British-born Canadian Poet--1874-1958.]
[Note on text: Italicized stanzas will be indented 5 spaces.
Italicized words or phrases will be capitalised. Lines longer
than 75 characters have been broken according to metre,
and the continuation is indented two spaces.]
[This etext was transcribed from an American 1909 edition.]
BALLADS OF A CHEECHAKO
by Robert W. Service
Author of "The Spell of the Yukon"
CONTENTS:
To the Man of the High North
My rhymes are rough, and often in my rhyming
Men of the High North
Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing;
The Ballad of the Northern Lights
One of the Down and Out--that's me. Stare at me well, ay, stare!
The Ballad of the Black Fox Skin
There was Claw-fingered Kitty and Windy Ike living the life of shame,
The Ballad of Pious Pete
I tried to refine that neighbor of mine, honest to God, I did.
The Ballad of Blasphemous Bill
I took a contract to bury the body of blasphemous Bill MacKie,
The Ballad of One-Eyed Mike
This is the tale that was told to me by the man with the crystal eye,
The Ballad of the Brand
'Twas up in a land long famed for gold, where women were far and rare,
The Ballad of Hard-Luck Henry
Now wouldn't you expect to find a man an awful crank
The Man from Eldorado
He's the man from Eldorado, and he's just arrived in town,
My Friends
The man above was a murderer, the man below was a thief;
The Prospector
I strolled up old Bonanza, where I staked in ninety-eight,
The Black Sheep
Hark to the ewe that bore him:
The Telegraph Operator
I will not wash my face;
The Wood-Cutter
The sky is like an envelope,
The Song of the Mouth-Organ
I'm a homely little bit of tin and bone;
The Trail of Ninety-Eight
Gold! We leapt from our benches. Gold! We sprang from our stools.
The Ballad of Gum-Boot Ben
He was an old prospector with a vision bleared and dim.
Clancy of the Mounted Police
In the little Crimson Manual it's written plain and clear
Lost
"Black is the sky, but the land is white--
L'Envoi
We talked of yesteryears, of trails and treasure,
To the Man of the High North
My rhymes are rough, and often in my rhyming
I've drifted, silver-sailed, on seas of dream,
Hearing afar the bells of Elfland chiming,
Seeing the groves of Arcadie agleam.
I was the thrall of Beauty that rejoices
From peak snow-diademed to regal star;
Yet to mine aerie ever pierced the voices,
The pregnant voices of the Things That Are.
The Here, the Now, the vast Forlorn around us;
The gold-delirium, the ferine strife;
The lusts that lure us on, the hates that hound us;
Our red rags in the patch-work quilt of Life.
The nameless men who nameless rivers travel,
And in strange valleys greet strange deaths alone;
The grim, intrepid ones who would unravel
The mysteries that shroud the Polar Zone.
These will I sing, and if one of you linger
Over my pages in the Long, Long Night,
And on some lone line lay a calloused finger,
Saying: "It's human-true--it hits me right";
Then will I count this loving toil well spent;
Then will I dream awhile--content, content.
Men of the High North
Men of the High North, the wild sky is blazing;
Islands of opal float on silver seas;
Swift splendors kindle, barbaric, amazing;
Pale ports of amber, golden argosies.
Ringed all around us the proud peaks are glowing;
Fierce chiefs in council, their wigwam the sky;
Far, far below us the big Yukon flowing,
Like threaded quicksilver, gleams to the eye.
Men of the High
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The Three Commanders, by W.H.G. Kingston.
________________________________________________________________________
This is the third in the tetralogy commencing "The Three Midshipmen" and
ending with "The Three Admirals," so the three principal characters will
have been familiar to Kingston's youthful readers. As with the other
books it is a very good introduction to Naval life in the middle of the
nineteenth century, but there are other things we can learn from this
book, as well.
The action soon after the start moves to East Africa, where we see how
the anti-slave trade was pursued. The British were against slavery, but
the Portuguese, the Americans, the Arabs, and some of the East African
states were getting on with it whenever the British backs were turned.
Then we move to the Crimea, where we get a very good view of the naval
participation in that war. If you want to know more about the Crimea,
you should definitely read this book.
Finally we move to the Pacific, to Sydney and to Hawaii. Here again it
is interesting, particularly with regard to the volcanoes of the Hawaii
group of islands.
________________________________________________________________________
THE THREE COMMANDERS, BY W.H.G. KINGSTON.
CHAPTER ONE.
MURRAY'S HIGHLAND HOME--A VISIT FROM ADMIRAL TRITON--ADAIR AND HIS
NEPHEW APPEAR--MURRAY APPOINTED TO THE OPAL, ADAIR FIRST LIEUTENANT--
PREPARATIONS FOR DEPARTURE--ADMIRAL TRITON AND MRS DEBORAH INVITE MRS
MURRAY TO STAY AT SOUTHSEA--THE OPAL AND HER CREW--A POETICAL
LIEUTENANT--PARTING BETWEEN MISS ROGERS AND ADAIR--THE OPAL SAILS FOR
THE EAST COAST OF AFRICA.
Alick Murray had not over-praised the Highland home of which he had so
often spoken when far away across the wide ocean. The house,
substantially built in a style suited to that clime, stood some way up
the side of a hill which rose abruptly from the waters of Loch Etive, on
the north side of which it was situated. To the west the hills were
comparatively low, the shores alternately widening and contracting, and
projecting in numerous promontories. The higher grounds were clothed
with heath and wood, while level spaces below were diversified by
cultivated fields. To the east of the house, up the loch, the scenery
assumed a character much more striking and grand. Far as the eye could
reach appeared a succession of lofty and barren mountains, rising sheer
out of the water, on the calm surface of which their fantastic forms
were reflected as in a mirror. Across the loch the lofty summit of Ben
Cruachan appeared towering to the sky. The scenery immediately
surrounding Murray's domain of Bercaldine was of extreme beauty. At
some little distance the hill, rising abruptly, was covered with oak,
ash, birch, and alder, producing a rich tone of colouring; the rowan and
hawthorn trees mingling their snowy blossoms or coral berries with the
foliage of the more gigantic natives of the forest, while the dark
purple heath, in tufted wreaths, and numerous wild-flowers, were
interspersed amid the rich sward and underwood along the shore beneath.
Behind the house were shrubberies and a well-cultivated kitchen-garden,
sheltered on either side by a thick belt of pines; while in front a
lawn, also protected by shrubberies from the keen winds which blew down
from the mountain heights, sloped towards the loch, with a gravel walk
leading to the landing-place. Murray had added a broad verandah to the
front of the house, to remind himself and Stella of Don Antonio's
residence in Trinidad, where they had first met. Indeed, in some of its
features, the scenery recalled to their memories the views they had
enjoyed in that lovely island; and though they confessed that Trinidad
carried off the palm of beauty, yet they both loved far better their own
Highland home.
It was a lovely summer day, and Stella was sitting in the verandah with
a small stranger, whom her faithful black maiden, Polly, had just placed
in her lap. She was fully employed in bestowing on him those marks of
affection which a loving mother delights in affording to her first-born.
Alick stood by her side, watching her and their child with looks of
fond pride. He had just come in from the garden, which it was one of
his chief occupations to tend, and had taken off his gardening gloves,
that he might pat his child's cheek and tickle its chin to make it coo
and smile. He might have been excused if he was proud of his boy, for
he was a noble little fellow,--a "braw ch
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* * * * *
Transcribers Note: The original publication has been replicated
faithfully except as shown in the Transcribers Amendments at the end of
the text. Words in italics are indicated like _this_. But the publisher
also wanted to emphasize items in sentences already italicized, so he
printed them in the regular font which is indicated like this: _The
pirates then went to +Hispaniola+._ Superscripts are indicated like this:
M^r Caron de Beaumarchais. Footnotes are located near the end of the
Historical Introduction chapter.
* * * * *
[Illustration]
[Illustration: Portrait of Beaumarchais, by Nattier, 1765]
BEAUMARCHAIS
_And the War of
American Independence_
BY
ELIZABETH S. KITE
_Diplôme dinstruction Primaire-Supérieure, Paris, 1905
Member of the Staff of the Vineland Research Laboratory_
WITH A FOREWORD BY
JAMES M. BECK
_Author of The Evidence in the Case_
TWO VOLUMES
VOLUME ONE
ILLUSTRATED
[Illustration]
BOSTON
RICHARD G. BADGER
THE GORHAM PRESS
COPYRIGHT, 1918, BY RICHARD G. BADGER
All Rights Reserved
Made in the United States of America
The Gorham Press, Boston, U. S. A.
TO THE MEMORY OF
MY BROTHER
_We have been surprised that no descendant of Beaumarchais was invited to
represent France at the unveiling of that Statue of Liberty, upon the
pedestal of which his name would not be out of place by the side of that
of Lafayette. Since 1870 Mr. Bigelow has invited his compatriots to ask
themselves seriously if they have done their whole duty towards the memory
of Beaumarchais._
E. Lintilhac.
_Beaumarchais et ses oeuvres_,
Paris, 1887.
FOREWORD
If good wine needs no bush and a good play needs no epilogue,--and we
have high authority for both these maxims,--then it should also be true
that a good book needs no prologue, especially where, as in the case of
_Beaumarchais and the War of American Independence_, the author has
prefaced a valuable contribution to history by a scholarly and effective
introduction.
Notwithstanding this, it gives me pleasure to introduce Miss Elizabeth S.
Kites work to the American public by a tribute to its value as a timely
contribution alike to the truth of history and the spirit of patriotism.
In these times that try mens souls, the latter consideration may be the
more important.
The historic tie, which binds together the two great Republics (France and
the United States) in, please God, an indissoluble alliance, cannot be too
constantly emphasized at this time.
It is difficult for America to play the full part, which it should play in
the present world tragedy of supreme interest, unless its people have a
conscious sense of their vital interest in the great issues of the titanic
struggle. Unfortunately our century-old policy of isolation has until
recent months given them a somewhat provincial view of world politics. The
balance of power and similar questions, which were primarily of European
origin and interest, but which vitally affect the whole world in these
days, when Civilization is unified by the centripetal ties of steam and
electricity, were until recent months only of academic interest to the
average American, who like Gallio, cared for none of these things. The
result was that at the beginning of the world war, the average American
felt that we were not as a nation concerned with the causes of the
quarrel, and to this narrow and apathetic attitude is to be justly
attributed Americas temporary infidelity to its noblest ideals and vital
interests for a period of nearly three years. Fortunately, this policy of
narrowing isolation is at an end. President Wilsons epoch-making message
of January 9, 1918, dealt with world-wide problems from a cosmopolitan
attitude that would have been impossible less than twelve months ago. The
transformation of America from a politically hermit nation to _a_, if not
_the_, leading world power has been amazing in its swiftness.
Even at the beginning of the world crisis, one circumstance gave America a
partial, although an inadequate, appreciation that America had a direct
relation to the issues of the world war. It was the instinctive feeling
that the American people owed something to its ancient ally, France. It
was not that the average American believed that Frances interests were
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Transcriber's Note:
The author of this book is Metta Victoria Fuller Victor writing under the
Pen name of Walter T. Gray. But the Author's name is not given in the
original text.
The Table of Contents is not part of the original text.
THE BLUNDERS
OF A
BASHFUL MAN.
_By the Author of_
"A BAD BOY'S DIARY"
COPYRIGHT, 1881, BY STREET & SMITH.
NEW YORK:
J. S. OGILVIE PUBLISHING COMPANY.
57 ROSE STREET.
* * * * *
CONTENTS
CHAPTER
I. HE ATTENDS A PICNIC.
II. HE MAKES AN EVENING CALL.
III. GOES TO A TEA-PARTY.
IV. HE DOES HIS DUTY AS A CITIZEN.
V. HE COMMITS SUICIDE.
VI. HE IS DOOMED FOR WORSE ACCIDENTS.
VII. I MAKE A NARROW ESCAPE.
VIII. HE ENACTS THE PART OF GROOMSMAN.
IX. MEETS A PAIR OF BLUE EYES.
X. HE CATCHES A TROUT AND PRESENTS IT TO A LADY.
XI. HE GOES TO THE CIRCUS.
XII. A LEAP FOR LIFE.
XIII. ONE OF THE FAIR SEX COMES TO HIS RESCUE.
XIV. HIS DIFFIDENCE BRINGS ABOUT AN ACC
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[Illustration: ANCIENT SWISS LAKE DWELLINGS, ZURICH LAKE. (_From Design
by Dr. F. Keller._)]
The Story of the Nations
THE STORY OF SWITZERLAND
BY
LINA HUG
AND
RICHARD STEAD
NEW YORK
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
London: T. FISHER UNWIN
1890
COPYRIGHT, 1890
BY
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
_Entered at Stationer's Hall, London_
BY T. FISHER UNWIN
Press of
G. P. PUTNAM'S SONS
New York
THE STORY OF THE NATIONS
12MO, ILLUSTRATED. PER VOL., $1.50
THE EARLIER VOLUMES ARE
THE STORY OF GREECE. By Prof. JAS. A. HARRISON
THE STORY OF ROME. By ARTHUR GILMAN
THE STORY OF THE JEWS. By Prof. JAS. K. HOSMER
THE STORY OF CHALDEA. By Z. A. RAGOZIN
THE STORY OF GERMANY. By S. BARING-GOULD
THE STORY OF NORWAY. By Prof. H. H. BOYESEN
THE STORY OF SPAIN. By E. E. and SUSAN HALE
THE STORY OF HUNGARY. By Prof. A. VAMBERY
THE STORY OF CARTHAGE. By Prof. ALFRED J. CHURCH
THE STORY OF THE SARACENS. By ARTHUR GILMAN
THE STORY OF THE
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ANDERSEN'S FAIRY TALES
By Hans Christian Andersen
CONTENTS
The Emperor's New Clothes
The Swineherd
The Real Princess
The Shoes of Fortune
The Fir Tree
The Snow Queen
The Leap-Frog
The Elderbush
The Bell
The Old House
The Happy Family
The Story of a Mother
The False Collar
The Shadow
The Little Match Girl
The Dream of Little Tuk
The Naughty Boy
The Red Shoes
THE EMPEROR'S NEW CLOTHES
Many years ago, there was an Emperor, who was so excessively fond of
new clothes, that he spent all his money in dress. He did not trouble
himself in the least about his soldiers; nor did he care to go either to
the theatre or the chase, except for the opportunities then afforded him
for displaying his new clothes. He had a different suit for each hour of
the day; and as of any other king or emperor, one is accustomed to say,
"he is sitting in council," it was always said of him, "The Emperor is
sitting in his wardrobe."
Time passed merrily in the large town which was his capital; strangers
arrived every day at the court. One day, two rogues, calling themselves
weavers, made their appearance. They gave out that they knew how to
weave stuffs of the most beautiful colors and elaborate patterns, the
clothes manufactured from which should have the wonderful property of
remaining invisible to everyone who was unfit for the office he held, or
who was extraordinarily simple in character.
"These must, indeed, be splendid clothes!" thought the Emperor. "Had I
such a suit, I might at once find out what men in my realms are unfit
for their office, and also be able to distinguish the wise from the
foolish! This stuff must be woven for me immediately." And he caused
large sums of money to be given to both the weavers in order that they
might begin their work directly.
So the two pretended weavers set up two looms, and affected to work very
busily, though in reality they did nothing at all. They asked for the
most delicate silk and the purest gold thread; put both into their own
knapsacks; and then continued their pretended work at the empty looms
until late at night.
"I should like to know how the weavers are getting on with my cloth,"
said the Emperor to himself, after some little time had elapsed; he was,
however, rather embarrassed, when he remembered that a simpleton, or
one unfit for his office, would be unable to see the manufacture. To be
sure, he thought he had nothing to risk in his own person; but yet, he
would prefer sending somebody else, to bring him intelligence about the
weavers, and their work, before he troubled himself in the affair. All
the people throughout the city had heard of the wonderful property the
cloth was to possess; and all were anxious to learn how wise, or how
ignorant, their neighbors might prove to be.
"I will send my faithful old minister to the weavers," said the Emperor
at last, after some deliberation, "he will be best able to see how the
cloth looks; for he is a man of sense, and no one can be more suitable
for his office than he is."
So the faithful old minister went into the hall, where the knaves were
working with all their might, at their empty looms. "What can be the
meaning of this?" thought the old man, opening his eyes very wide. "I
cannot discover the least bit of thread on the looms." However, he did
not express his thoughts aloud.
The impostors requested him very courteously to be so good as to come
nearer their looms; and then asked him whether the design pleased
him, and whether the colors were not very beautiful; at the same time
pointing to the empty frames. The poor old minister looked and looked,
he could not discover anything on the looms, for a very good reason,
viz: there was nothing there. "What!" thought he again. "Is it possible
that I am a simpleton? I have never thought so myself; and no one must
know it now if I am so. Can it be, that I am unfit for my office? No,
that must not be said either. I will never confess that I could not see
the stuff."
"Well, Sir Minister!" said one of
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_A ROMANCE OF THE WHITE CITY_
BY
CLARA LOUISE BURNHAM
BOSTON AND NEW YORK
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
1894
Copyright, 1894,
BY CLARA LOUISE BURNHAM.
_All rights reserved._
_The Riverside Press, Cambridge, Mass., U.S.A._
Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton & Company.
*By Clara Louise Burnham*
YOUNG MAIDS AND OLD.
DEARLY BOUGHT.
NO GENTLEMEN.
A SANE LUNATIC.
NEXT DOOR.
THE MISTRESS OF BEECH KNOLL.
MISS BAGG'S SECRETARY.
DR. LATIMER.
SWEET CLOVER. A Romance of the White City.
HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO.
BOSTON AND NEW YORK.
*CONTENTS.*
CHAP.
I. Fair Harvard
II. Uncle Adolph's Letter
III. A Morning Drive
IV. Clover's Announcement
V. Miss Berry's Visitors
VI. The Unexpected Guest
VII. On the Rail
VIII. The Telegram
IX. A Christmas Visitor
X. Aunt Love's Intercession
XI. The Dedication
XII. Gorham Page's Commission
XIII. May Day
XIV. Clover's Invitation
XV. The Court of Honor
XVI. A Massachusetts Celebration
XVII. The Bronze Baby
XVIII. Clover's Diplomacy
XIX. The Ferris Wheel
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