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38 think I'm getting daffy!" he cried out, triumphantly; as if he considered the question of his veracity of more account than a dozen leather bags, no matter if they contained untold treasure.

"Do you mean the bag has been taken out of the buggy; that some one came behind and swiped it?" asked Frank, curiously.

"Just what happened as sure as you live. This is certainly most exasperating, to be so near a haul and get left. One of the rascals must have run after you, and still thinking you were officers, managed to get a grip on the bag. I'm disappointed in you boys. I began to hope you'd taken a fall out of those robbers. But go on in town, and leave the rig for me," the chief went on.

"But what shall I do with this, sir?" asked Frank, holding up a package wrapped in newspaper.

"I don't care; any old thing. But what is it, Frank?" asked the chief, turning as he was about to hurry away.

"Why, the stuff that was in the leather bag!" replied the boy, quietly.

Chief Hogg gasped for breath. He could hardly believe his ears. The idea of a mere boy having outwitted so clever a pair of rascals as those whom he was hunting just then staggered his belief.

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Rh putting it under the seat for a bait?" he asked, showing his excitement in his trembling voice.

"Yes, sir. You see I rather expected that those fellows might come after us, and demand the bag, so I made a package of the stuff. Then I half filled the bag with stones, so that they wouldn't be disappointed too suddenly! But I never thought they'd just slick it out of the back of the buggy without letting us know," remarked Frank.

"Well, that is a great trick you played. I'm just thinking how mad they're going to be when they open that bag, and find the rocks lying there. Here, Tom, you squeeze in with the boys, and go back with 'em. They may need protection, with all that boodle they're carrying now. I depend on you to see that the package isn't undone till I get back. Bill, we'll take a turn down the road, and perhaps we might happen across a pair of fellows running wild."

"Two to one they make for the railroad, and skip out of this part of the country like a streak. They'll know now the cry will go out, after these boys get in with the stolen rig. But I'm game to make the try, Chief," responded the man called Bill.

Chief Hogg actually shook hands with each of the boys before he left them.

"I might have expected that you'd get the better of those rogues, Frank. Sure, the fellow who out-points you has to be an early riser. I've seen you

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40 play ball, and I've watched you skate, and I know!" he said, with Columbian pride.

Lanky had listened to all this with more or less interest. He kept rubbing one of his ankles from time to time, and Frank was amused to hear him mutter:

"Gee! and that was really a grip from the hand of a thief I felt. No wonder it gave me a cold chill! He might have yanked me out on the road, and made me own up to what we did with the stuff."

"But he didn't, you notice, Lanky. He was satisfied just to grab that bag and slip away again," laughed his comrade, poking the other in the ribs.

"Do you suppose they've found out yet?" asked Lanky, still nervous.

"Oh! perhaps so, but it doesn't matter. We've got a protector now. Tom won't stand for any humbug. And besides, we're right in town, where those scared robbers wouldn't dare come," observed Frank, consolingly.

"That's so," said Lanky, brightening up wonderfully, as he noted the truth of his companion's words.

The horse was only walking now, nor could they induce him to even jog along as before. Evidently the poor beast was nearly ready to drop with fatigue.

"Here we are," said the officer, as they drew up in front of the police station.

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Rh attracted by the sight of a man in uniform getting out of a buggy. Frank noticed that they were coming up from the river, as though they might have been boating.

"Look there, fellows, who's that in the rig with Officer Tom Whalen?" exclaimed one of the quartette, suddenly.

"Say, it's them!" declared another, in a half subdued voice; whereupon Lef Seller turned upon him angrily, and said something threateningly in a low tone.

"Got arrested, fellers?" jeered a third member of the group, whom Frank immediately recognized as Tony Gilpin, a familiar figure among Lef Seller's cronies.

Frank and Lanky jumped out of the vehicle, the former still holding the package under his arm. They looked at the ring of faces, and then laughed.

"Are we in charge, Officer Tom?" asked Frank, humorously.

"For doing what? For picking up the stolen horse and buggy, and recovering all the jewelry them rascals stole up at Fordham? Well, I guess not! If it's anything you two boys ought to get the thanks of the community for what you done this same night. Hear that, you fellers?" exclaimed the policeman, sharply.

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42 though they could hardly believe their ears. Frank could see that his rival appeared plainly disgusted. Bill Klemm seemed to think it something of a joke.

"It ain't any use, Lef," he observed, half aside; "some fellers has got such luck they're going to come out right side up, no matter how you tumble 'em. Everything runs their way!"

"Dry up, drat you!" said Lef, furiously; "wait and see, that's all! I've got half a notion they must have stolen the rig from the owner, and then found the stuff inside. Come along, fellers. What's the use hanging out here and gaping at a couple of heroes? It might be catching, and get us into all sorts of trouble."

With a harsh laugh Lef stalked away, followed by his adherents. Frank looked after him seriously, and shook his head as though he might be considering an idea that had presented itself to his mind.

"Come inside, and see me put that bundle in the safe, boys," remarked the officer, pleasantly; "it's only right that you should know it's going to be snug till the owner proves property. I understand there's a reward out for its recovery, and sure that goes to you two."

"So far as I'm concerned I don't want to be paid for getting a ride home. Chief Hogg can have my share of it," said Frank.


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Rh "And mine can go to you and Officer Bill," remarked Lanky, promptly.

"Say, that's mighty nice of you, boys. The missus will want to thank you, if any reward comes my way, 'cause you know that belongs to her," said Tom, warmly.

Both lads were feeling too uncomfortable in their wet clothes to want to linger, and soon set out for their homes. Before parting from his chum, Frank believed it might be wise to warn Lanky.

"Don't tell any one outside your folks that we were run into by that motor-boat," he remarked; "because I think there's a better chance of our finding out whose craft it was if we keep mum awhile."

"Right you are, Frank," replied the other, readily enough; "I was thinking that way myself just now. You remember what I vowed, don't you. Well, I'm going to be like a hound on the trail from this time out! Sooner or later I'm determined to know who did that mean trick, and he's going to get paid in full for it, as sure as my name's Clarence Wallace, otherwise Lanky."

"Glad to hear you say so, and although I'm mentioning no names I could give a pretty good guess where you're bound to land if you get your man. Goodnight, Lanky. We've had just a bully good time all around;" and then the two chums separated.


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THE STOLEN EIGHT-OARED SHELL

Frank Allen was just finishing his breakfast at about seven o'clock when the telephone bell rang. He leisurely arose, and stepped into the hall to pick up the receiver, thinking that it might be Lanky, or one of his other chums, Paul Bird or Ralph West.

"Hello! hello!" he called.

"Is this Mr. Allen's house?" came the question.

"Yes, sir, it is," answered Frank, wondering who it could be.

"Is Frank Allen there?" demanded the unknown.

"This is Frank speaking to you. What do you want?" asked the boy, feeling a little thrill of expectancy.

"I understand that you are the coxswain of the Columbia High School Boat Club?"

"Oh! no, only of the eight-oared shell," replied Frank, modestly.

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Rh the railroad station. I want to ask you something about that boat," came over the wire.

"Yes, what about it, Mr. Brierly?" queried the boy, eagerly, for he had just been about to hurry down to superintend the removal of that precious shell to the river, so that the coach could put the crew through a severe trial that morning in the boat that was take the place of the discarded one.

"Why, it's gone, and I have called you up to ask if some of you boys carried it away in the night; because you see, I'm responsible for that boat, and if anything happened to it I might get in a peck of trouble," came the reply.

Frank shook as he held the receiver closer.

"What do you mean, Mr. Brierly—the boat was there last evening all right, for one of my chums saw it? Do you intend to say that it has been taken away during the night, sir?" he demanded, anxiously.

"That's just what I'm saying. It was gone when I came here just now, and nobody knows a thing about it—crate and all disappeared in a mighty mysterious way. If some of your boys carried it off I'd like to know it right away. They'll have to sign a receipt for it."

"Wait a minute, Mr. Brierly; I'll get the boat-house and ask. Some of them are sure to be down there, even if it is early."


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46 Frank soon had connection with one of the high school lads at the club. When he put the question with regard to the boat he was horrified to hear that the craft was not there, and that no one knew anything about it.

There seemed but one solution of the mystery. Some dark work had been going on while the honest town people slept. The precious new shell had been stolen by some mean schemers, who did not want Columbia High School to win the boat race.

"I'm coming right down, Buster; wait for me," Frank said, as he rang off.

Snatching up his cap he bolted from the house, and ran at top spedspeed [sic] over to the railroad station.

"The boat isn't at the clubhouse, Mr. Brierly," he said, as he hastened into the office of the freight agent, and found the latter at the 'phone excitedly trying to get connection once again with the Allen house.

"Then what could have happened to it?" asked the other, looking troubled; for the company would be held responsible for the non-delivery of the shell, and its mysterious vanishing might reflect somewhat on his wisdom in leaving it exposed on the platform over night.

"It's a trick, that's all," declared Frank. "There's a lot of fellows in this town who hate to see the rest of us do anything to win in baseball or other sports;


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Rh and they've gone and hidden that shell! They wouldn't dare smash it, for that would be a penitentiary offense. But even if it shows up in a day or two that will be too late; for in our old boat we would have no chance to come in ahead of Clifford or Bellport."

"That's it, eh? Well, all I can say is that it's a mighty small-minded boy who will go back on his own school and town. And if I can find out who did this I'll feel like having the scamps arrested. But where do you suppose they could have hidden the boat?" asked the agent.

"That's something to be found out. It wasn't taken out of the crate or else the packing would be lying around here. They carried the whole thing away bodily. That means they had a wagon, or else there were quite a number in the plot," remarked Frank, as he let his eyes wander about.

"Here's where it lay last night," continued Brierly, as he led the way to the platform where freight was usually left out, protected by an open roof; "and there might have been a wagon here, but it didn't back up. How do I know? Because you can see the marks of an automibleautomobile [sic] here; a friend came and took me off last evening in his car, and left that track."

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48 of boys just boosted the boat, crate and all, up on their shoulders, and walked away with it," remarked Frank, shrewdly.

"They could do it easy enough. Even with the open crate the whole thing wouldn't be so very heavy for half a dozen fellows. What will you do about it, Frank?" continued the agent, anxiously.

"Get it back, if it's any way possible," came the resolute reply, as Frank's eyes flashed with determination.

"I hope you succeed, not only because it interests me, but on account of your need of the shell to-day for practice. It's the lowest trick I ever heard of; and I think it's about time the authorities took hold of this question. Some of that crowd want to be taught a good lesson," grumbled Mr. Brierly.

Frank had not stayed to listen to the conclusion of his remarks. He was off for the boathouse down on the river bank. As he ran he looked to the right and left for any sign of the missing shell; but nothing rewarded his scrutiny.

His arrival was like throwing a bomb into a camp, for the startling news which he brought aroused the utmost indignation.

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"What can we do?" exclaimed Jack Comfort, dismally; for Jack had an interest in the missing boat, seeing that he was one of the crew who expected to pull the new shell to victory in the coming tournament.

"Do! Why every man-jack get out and hunt, high and low! That boat hasn't been taken a great way off, I give you my word; and we've just got to find her right away!" declared Frank, earnestly.

His spirit began to enter into the rest.

"We will find her, as sure as you're born!" exclaimed Charley McGregor, another of the "eight," and known among his fellows as "Chatz."

"Say, wouldn't they be apt to take her down to the river, and launch her?" asked Lanky, who had arrived in time to hear what was wrong, and of course looked as angry as a wet hen.

"A bright idea," echoed Frank. "You go downstream and Buster take up the river. If you find the remains of the crate come back and tell us. The rest scatter through the town. Tell every Columbia High fellow you meet, and get them looking. A big thing like a crated eight-oared shell couldn't be chucked under a doorstep and out of sight. We're bound to find it, boys, make up your minds to that. Now, see who's the first to bring in good news."


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50 "And remember, fellows," called out Lanky as he turned to run off, "the boat itself was wrapped in a sort of green burlap to protect its varnished sides from getting scratched. I guess there were pads of excelsior inside too. Look for something like that, now," and he went off whistling cheerily.

Frank did not mean to remain idle himself. There was too much at stake in the loss of the shell for him to stay there at the clubhouse while the rest rummaged through the entire town.

In half an hour Columbia fairly seethed with excitement. Every boy and girl in town knew that another dastardly trick had been played upon the gallant members of the Columbia High Boat Club.

The girls were just as indignant as their big brothers, and equally earnest in prosecuting the search for the missing shell. Frank met his sister Helen and her chum Minnie Cuthbert while he was puzzling his brains over the solution of the mystery.

Minnie laughed at him for looking so gloomy.

"Why, Frank, you take it dreadfully to heart," she said, "and any one would be apt to think this nasty trick had been played just to get even with you for something."

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Rh coxswain of the eight-oared shell, you know, and it would make somebody jealous if we happened to win that race."

Minnie turned a bit red as she heard him say this.

"I know who you have in mind. I've had my eyes opened about that young gentleman, Frank, and unless I change my mind he's never going to see much of my society again. Any one who could ruin the chances of his school winning a contest against such bitter rivals as Bellport and Clifford, just to satisfy his own mean grudge is too contemptible for anything—there!" she said, with emphasis.

"I'm glad to hear you say that, Minnie. I suppose that after that horse running away with Lef, when you were riding with him, you'd want to have mighty little to do with him," remarked the boy, smiling.

"And if it hadn't been for you turning the said horse into the river, and then pulling a half-drowned girl out, I might have been seriously hurt in an upset, with that furniture van filling the road just where the ugly rocks lay," said Minnie, with sparkling eyes.

"Please don't bring that thing up; I don't like to remember of it very much," remarked Frank, with a shiver, for he always thought that it was an inspiration on his part that had caused him to act as he had in order to save the girl.


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52 "Well, I do. Anyway, I honestly believe Lef would just glory in doing such a thing as this," continued Minnie; and Helen Allen nodded her head as though she agreed with her chum.

"He does seem to love to play mad pranks on others. Only last night," began Frank, and then stopped short, remembering that he had made Lanky promise not to speak of the upset on the river outside of his family circle.

"Helen was just telling me that you and Lanky had been run into by a motor-boat on the river last night; and some of the boys were talking something about a horse and vehicle you brought to town, that had been stolen. Now, suppose you start in and give us the whole story," commanded the girl.

"Why, Frank, you said nothing about that at home this morning?" interjected Helen.

"Oh! I don't care to be the one to blow my own horn. I'd much rather some other fellow did it for me, if it must be done," Frank objected.

Still, Minnie insisting, he gave a brief outline of the double adventure that had fallen to the share of Lanky and himself. Frank could invest a story with considerable humor, and in this way was able to make it appear that they had done a very little thing after all.

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Rh come across those wicked men. And I'm glad they ran away without trying to do anything desperate. One of the boys said Chief Hogg had come back early this morning, but without either of the kind gentlemen who turned that buggy over to you so politely, Frank," laughed Minnie.

"I wonder, now. When I get a chance I'd like to run over and see how he missed them. But just now I don't seem to have the heart for anything, I feel so bad over this plagued trick of those schemers," and Frank sighed heavily as he spoke.

"Didn't some one tell me that the boat was wrapped in green stuff?" asked Minnie, suddenly.

"Yes, it was, for I walked down and saw it myself," answered Helen, promptly.

"That's funny," remarked the other girl, and Frank looked at her curiously.

"Why do you say that?" he asked.

"Was it anything like this?" she continued, stooping down and picking some object out of a pile of bricks that stood in front of a tall office building that was being erected, and which was to be Columbia's "sky-scraper" when finished.

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THE WORK OF THE TRAINER

" what they call burlap?" asked Frank, as he took hold of the coarse stuff, and examined it.

"Yes, for we have some of it at home, on the wall of a den," replied Minnie.

"Isn't there some sort of printing on it, Frank?" inquired Helen, eagerly.

"I was just looking at it. As sure as you live I can make out most of the word Canton. And that's where our new racing boat was coming from!" exclaimed the boy, a light beginning to show upon his face as he stared at the two pleased girls.

"Oh! how nice, and to think that I found it! Goody! I just wish we could be so lucky as to discover the boat next!" laughed Minnie, fairly dancing in her excitement.

Frank was looking about him. When his eyes lighted on the unfinished building he nodded his head and grinned.

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Rh it proves to be so, all the credit for finding the boat belongs to Minnie," he said, cheerfully.

"Well, I'm sure I'm glad to hear you speak so confidently. Why are you looking at that building so hard, Frank; do you really believe they could have put your new shell in there. Would it go through that doorway? demanded the one who had found the bit of green burlap.

"I don't just know; perhaps so. Anyhow it's up to me to see!" cried Frank.

"Then we're going in with you," declared Helen, firmly.

"All right; come along, girls," and Frank led the way, quivering with eagerness; for something told him that he must be near a discovery that would bring to naught this miserable scheme of the unknown enemy to upset Columbia's calculations.

But when they pasedpassed [sic] in through the doorway to find some of the masons and carpenters gathering to go to work at the union hour, Frank looked in vain for any sign of the coveted shell.

"Perhaps they've hidden it somewhere in here?" suggested Minnie, while Helen looked around blankly at the bare space; she had seen the tremendous length of the crated shell, and realized that it could not well be concealed in any small cavity.

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56 upward. He eyed the young people with more or less curiosity.

"Lookin' for anything?" he asked, as he came up; and Frank noticed that there was a sort of grin on his good-natured Irish face.

"Yes, we are," returned Frank, quickly, "a boat!"

"It's up on the roof!" came the staggering answer that caused the three young people to look at one another in dismay; and then Minnie broke out into a merry rippling laugh as the comical aspect of the thing struck her.

"On the roof?" echoed Frank, unable to say anything else, he felt so wholly stunned at the startling information the foreman gave him.

"Sure, asettin' there as nate as you plase, all nicely crated. I rubbed me eyes, and thought I was seein' things as had oughtn't to come to me, I was that surprised. It's there, all right, sor, as ye'll find," continued the other, now smiling all over his face at Frank's expression of dismay.

"But—how could it ever get up there on the roof?" asked the boy, though already beginning to feel delighted because his hunt promised to find its reward so soon, thanks to the brightness of Minnie.

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"Girls, wait outside for me, will you. I must go up and see for myself. Tell any of the fellows you see, and spread the news that the boat has been found," and Frank made a bolt for the ladder, followed by the foreman, and some of the men, who may have heard enough to have their curiosity excited.

"Oh! I do hope it hasn't been injured in any way," said Minnie, as she and her chum passed hastily out to look for messengers to send off with the glorious news that meant so much to Columbia High fellows.

"So do I, because Frank has set his heart on winning that race to-morrow, and I want to see him do it. I know he will, unless something happens to break up their plans. Did you ever hear of such a mean thing! The idea of that beautiful boat being pulled up like a nasty old girder, and left lying on the roof of a six-story sky-scraper! No wonder we couldn't find it," laughed Minnie.

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58 Sure enough it was the missing boat!

Frank rushed over alongside, his heart, figuratively speaking, in his mouth. Had those vandals injured the precious cedar craft, a fine example of the up-to-date boat-builder's art.

He went from one end to the other, and when he failed to discover anything that looked like damage, he sighed with satisfaction. If this were all, he might even find it in his heart to forgive the prank, though it had cost him nearly an hour of agonizing anxiety.

In a few words, he explained to the foreman how much depended on that boat being lowered safely to the ground.

"Can you get your men to do it for us? I will promise five dollars from the boat club, to be divided among them, if they lower it without banging the sides. It's almost like paper, you see, and one hard knock would punch a hole in it, which we'd have no time to fix up before the race. Please do all you can. We need this boat on the river this morning the worst way," Frank said; and his plea met with a hearty and instantaneous response at the hands of the obliging Irishman.

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"Be very careful, please, boys; don't let it touch anywhere," Frank said, as the men began to carry the crated boat over to the front of the building.

When he saw it swinging free, and ready to be lowered, Frank made to descend the ladders himself.

"It'll be down on the strate as soon as yersilf, sor," said the foreman.

"Glad to hear it, and I won't forget what I promised, either," returned the boy.

"Sure that wasn't naded to make us turn in to hilp. We expect to say that race pulled, ivery man of us, and we wish ye the best luck ever," was what he heard the obliging foreman say, as he vanished.

And, sure enough, when Frank issued from the building, there lay the boat, with several excited and cheering boys grouped around it, waving their caps like mad; while Helen and Minnie stood by, laughing and clapping their hands.

There was no trouble about finding recruits to carry the crated shell down to the river. All the way along the streets, shouts attested to the interest the citizens of Columbia felt in the recovery of the missing boat. Men stopped to look and ask questions, and on hearing the story, laughed, as memory, perhaps, carried them back to some similar college


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60 prank; for the boys of to-day are built on the same model of those who went to school many years ago.

And by the time the boathouse was reached, quite a mob surrounded the bearers of the wonderful eight-oared shell that had been found reposing on the roof of the sky-scraper, "looking over the course of the race, so as to get posted," as Lanky declared, when he came running up and heard the wonderful news.

Eager hands removed the crate piecemeal. Then the burlap was taken away while a score of watchful eyes scrutinized every part of the beautifully polished surface, fearing to find that some damage had been done in all this handling. But as the last piece was cast aside a shout went up that told of relief.

"Not even a scratch!" announced Frank, hugging Buster in his gratitude, an operation which the fat student evidently hardly enjoyed, judging from the strenuous manner in which he struggled to release himself from the encircling arms.

"What d'ye take me for?" he shouted; "go and find the right one, and don't practice on me;" but in another second Buster was helping to raise a clamor such as had not been heard around the town since Columbia took that last hotly-contested game from Bellport in the three-school baseball league.


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Rh "Let's launch her, fellows," advocated one eager member of the crew.

And so the boat was slid into the water, under the direction of Coach Willoughby, who had arrived on the ground and heard the whole strange story, which revived recollections in the mind of the old Princeton graduate that brought many a smile to his face.

Coach Willoughby the boys called him. He was a visitor at Columbia and deeply interested in everything that pertained to sports. He had only too gladly taken the baseball team in hand, drilling them in such manner that they improved vastly over their former playing; and it was partly due to his work that Columbia High had won the pennant from their dangerous rival, Bellport.

Then the boat races and water carnival coming off so soon afterward the gentleman was easily persuaded to remain over the Fourth, and assist the oarsmen in getting into a winning stride, a task that appealed to his heart, filled again with memories of former lusty days.

The boathouse was the busiest place in all Columbia that morning. Dozens of muscular lads were stripped and rigged out for business, for everyone had to take advantage of the opportunity to get in some last good work before the final day.

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62 to be in a dozen places at the same time, calling through his megaphone to a crew that was dashing up the river with measured stroke, talking to a single sculler whose method of rowing did not appeal to the practiced eye of the old athlete; or perhaps getting into one of the smaller craft himself to illustrate a point.

Frank had his crew out for an hour, and they showed such a marked improvement in the new boat that his heart beat high with anticipation of the morrow.

"This afternoon at four all be on hand. We're going to take our last spin then over the whole course, and the coach means to time us. Then we'll get a tip as to what chance we have," said Frank, as they came ashore, and lifting the precious shell carried it to its berth inside the big boathouse.

"I know one thing," said Lanky, aside, as he and Frank came out again, after resuming their street clothes.

"What might that be?" asked Frank, smiling, for he could guess fairly well.

"I'm going to stay down here at the boathouse to-night, that's the truth. Any miserable cub who would try to upset a couple of fellows in the water and then go off laughing; and later on steal their new boat and hoist it to the top of that sky-scraper,


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Rh isn't to be trusted. I believe something would happen to our boat if we left it unprotected."

"Well, perhaps you're right, old chap;" smiled Frank, "but I object to you staying here."

"Why?" demanded Lanky, in an aggrieved tone.

"Because every member of my crew has got to sleep at home to-night, and get as good a rest as he can. What would you be fit for if you prowled around all night. You'd be like a dishrag in the morning, and give out before we turned the end of old Rattail Island. If anybody has to watch let it be Buster, or some fellow who is not going to row in the races," declared Frank.

"I guess you're correct, Frank, as usual. I'll interest Buster in my idea then," and Lanky hurried away to overtake the fat student, who had started for home after floundering around in a tub for an hour, he being entered as a contestant in one of those humorous races.

Frank was about to follow suit, as it was nearing noon, when he discovered someone beckoning to him.

"Why, it's Ralph West," he said to himself as he headed toward the lad who seemed to desire his company; "and he looks troubled. I wonder if he has had bad news from across the water. He's been up to the post-office for that half-past eleven


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64 mail; and I shouldn't be surprised if he had taken a letter out. Poor fellow! I wish his affairs were straightened out. Hello! Ralph, what's in the wind now?" he asked aloud, as he drew near the younger lad standing there.


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User:Rekrutacja/Neolinguistic Manifesto

A neolinguistic manifesto v. 1.1 (translation from polish)

[original at pl.wikisource.org]

> The milk has boiled over the flag has flapped its last. We are not poets. We condemn to hell all poems that differ from life only in their diarrhea of 'enters', all those poetic daily notes and songs. It's time to set the words free again! We condemn to Hell all poems. There is only text.

> Wittgenstein's Space is far more important than Graffenberg's one. We are not going to exert our cruelty on language. We are going to feast on it, we are going to make love with it, sneak up and take it from behind.

> There are no texts but lingual, there is no world but lingual. Reality seems to be an intellectual construction, but that does not mean there is no reality.

> Bombs are produced by engineers, diseases are produced by doctors. People are just type-machines. The (re)production of the world goes on. Physicality is information, 3 3 Gpb of data. Everything is made out of zeroes and ones, out of the letters of alphabet represented in ASCII.

> Information wants to be free. Information craves an occasional cuddle, it desires contact and exchange. There is no copyright on words - ultimately we all use the same ones. We are reiterated, we are recycled. We are beyond.

> We declare the death of a sheet of paper, and still we show no fear of examining the corpses. We choose a display on which words appear and then vanish, as if never thought at all. We choose change, we choose modification, we choose to upgrade the system. Nothing is told once and forever. One should cut and paste Kochanowski, Mickiewicz or Miłosz. There is no original, the originals have never existed. There are only copies, all of them different. We choose dialogue over decalogue, diary over obituary.

> The only rules to guide us are linguistic. Others write in their way, and we write in ours. We all have our own style, and it is not possible to translate these languages. Keeping things personal injures no-one, it's personality that ruins everything.

> Words can be seen, we can rhyme an image as well as a sound, and the sound is surrounded by sense. New organisations will be multiplied to fade into deformations and then lost.

> Texts die as well as people do. Manuscripts have burned to ashes, strings of zeroes and ones will melt into fuzzy magnetic soup. We have produced a world we cannot afford, we are both scared and delighted. We scream as we boil. We know too much and it's getting worse day by day.

> We are not going to uncover the language of totalitarism, the language of advertisement nor the street language. We just want to uncover the language itself and to strip it to slippers. The only use of poems is to destroy poetry. Open up the way and you'll be saved by amusement.

> There are plenty of Universes but happily they haven't yet arrived, nor can you find Gutenberg's Galaxy here. Communication is a metropolitan problem and 'Central' is the most appropriate name for a park. We don't want to slice up the world, we prefer to give it a portion.

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The Magic Fishbone

There was once a King, and he had a Queen; and he was the manliest of his sex, and she was the loveliest of hers. The King was, in his private profession, Under Government. The Queen’s father had been a medical man out of town.

They had nineteen children, and were always having more. Seventeen of these children took care of the baby; and Alicia, the eldest, took care of them all. Their ages varied from seven years to seven months.

Let us now resume our story.

One day the King was going to the office, when he stopped at the fishmonger’s to buy a pound and a half of salmon not too near the tail, which the Queen (who was a careful housekeeper) had requested him to send home. Mr Pickles, the fishmonger, said, “Certainly, sir, is there any other article, Good-morning.”

The King went on towards the office in a melancholy mood, for quarter day was such a long way off, and several of the dear children were growing out of their clothes. He had not proceeded far, when Mr Pickles’s errand-boy came running after him, and said, “Sir, you didn’t notice the old lady in our shop.”

“What old lady?” enquired the King. “I saw none.”

Now, the King had not seen any old lady, because this old lady had been invisible to him, though visible to Mr Pickles’s boy. Probably because he messed and splashed the water about to that degree, and flopped the pairs of soles down in that violent manner, that, if she had not been visible to him, he would have spoilt her clothes.

Just then the old lady came trotting up. She was dressed in shot-silk of the richest quality, smelling of dried lavender.

“King Watkins the First, I believe?” said the old lady.

“Watkins,” replied the King, “is my name.”

“Papa, if I am not mistaken, of the beautiful Princess Alicia?” said the old lady.

“And of eighteen other darlings,” replied the King.

“Listen. You are going to the office,” said the old lady.

It instantly flashed upon the King that she must be a Fairy, or how could she know that?

“You are right,” said the old lady, answering his thoughts, “I am the Good Fairy Grandmarina. Attend. When you return home to dinner, politely invite the Princess Alicia to have some of the salmon you bought just now.”

“It may disagree with her,” said the King.

The old lady became so very angry at this absurd idea, that the King was quite alarmed, and humbly begged her pardon. “We hear a great deal too much about this thing disagreeing, and that thing disagreeing,” said the old lady, with the greatest contempt it was possible to express. “Don’t be greedy. I think you want it all yourself.”

The King hung his head under this reproof, and said he wouldn’t talk about things disagreeing, any more.

“Be good, then,” said the Fairy Grandmarina, “and don’t! When the beautiful Princess Alicia consents to partake of the salmon—as I think she will—you will find she will leave a fish-bone on her plate. Tell her to dry it, and to rub it, and to polish it till it shines like mother-of-pearl, and to take care of it as a present from me.”

“Is that all?” asked the King.

“Don’t be impatient, sir,” returned the Fairy Grandmarina, scolding him severely. “Don’t catch people short, before they have done speaking. Just the way with you grown-up persons. You are always doing it.”

The King again hung his head, and said he wouldn’t do so any more.

“Be good then,” said the Fairy Grandmarina, “and don’t! Tell the Princess Alicia, with my love, that the fish-bone is a magic present which can only be used once; but that it will bring her, that once, whatever she wishes for, provided she wishes for it at the right time. That is the message. Take care of it.”

The King was beginning, “Might I ask the reason—?” when the Fairy became absolutely furious.

“Will you be good, sir?” she exclaimed, stamping her foot on the ground. “The reason for this, and the reason for that, indeed! You are always wanting the reason. No reason. There! Hoity toity me! I am sick of your grown-up reasons.”

The King was extremely frightened by the old lady’s flying into such a passion, and said he was very sorry to have offended her, and he wouldn’t ask for reasons any more.

“Be good then,” said the old lady, “and don’t!”

With those words, Grandmarina vanished, and the King went on and on and on, till he came to the office. There he wrote and wrote and wrote, till it was time to go home again. Then he politely invited the Princess Alicia, as the Fairy had directed him, to partake of the salmon. And when she had enjoyed it very much, he saw the fish-bone on her plate, as the Fairy had told him he would, and he delivered the Fairy’s message, and the Princess Alicia took care to dry the bone, and to rub it, and to polish it till it shone like mother-of-pearl.

And so when the Queen was going to get up in the morning, she said, “O, dear me, dear me; my head, my head!” and then she fainted away.

The Princess Alicia, who happened to be looking in at the chamber-door, asking about breakfast, was very much alarmed when she saw her Royal Mamma in this state, and she rang the bell for Peggy, which was the name of the Lord Chamberlain. But remembering where the smelling-bottle was, she climbed on a chair and got it, and after that she climbed on another chair by the bedside and held the smelling-bottle to the Queen’s nose, and after that she jumped down and got some water, and after that she jumped up again and wetted the Queen’s forehead, and, in short, when the Lord Chamberlain came in, that dear old woman said to the little Princess, “What a Trot you are! I couldn’t have done it better myself!”

But that was not the worst of the good Queen’s illness. O, no! She was very ill indeed, for a long time. The Princess Alicia kept the seventeen young Princes and Princesses quiet, and dressed and undressed and danced the baby, and made the kettle boil, and heated the soup, and swept the hearth, and poured out the medicine, and nursed the Queen, and did all that ever she could, and was as busy busy busy, as busy could be. For there were not many servants at that Palace, for three reasons; because the King was short of money, because a rise in his office never seemed to come, and because quarter day was so far off that it looked almost as far off and as little as one of the stars.

But on the morning when the Queen fainted away, where was the magic fish-bone? Why, there it was in the Princess Alicia’s pocket. She had almost taken it out to bring the Queen to life again, when she put it back, and looked for the smelling-bottle.

After the Queen had come out of her swoon that morning, and was dozing, the Princess Alicia hurried up-stairs to tell a most particular secret to a most particularly confidential friend of hers, who was a Duchess. People did suppose her to be a Doll; but she was really a Duchess, though nobody knew it except the Princess.

This most particular secret was a secret about the magic fish-bone, the history of which was well known to the Duchess, because the Princess told her everything. The Princess kneeled down by the bed on which the Duchess was lying, full-dressed and wide awake, and whispered the secret to her. The Duchess smiled and nodded. People might have supposed that she never smiled and nodded, but she often did, though nobody knew it except the Princess.

Then the Princess Alicia hurried downstairs again, to keep watch in the Queen’s room. She often kept watch by herself in the Queen’s room; but every evening, while the illness lasted, she sat there watching with the King. And every evening the King sat looking at her with a cross look, wondering why she never brought out the magic fish-bone. As often as she noticed this, she ran up-stairs, whispered the secret to the Duchess over again, and said to the Duchess besides, “They think we children never have a reason or a meaning!” And the Duchess, though the most fashionable Duchess that ever was heard of, winked her eye.

“Alicia,” said the King, one evening when she wished him Good Night.

“Yes, Papa.”

“What is become of the magic fish-bone?”

“In my pocket, Papa.”

“I thought you had lost it?”

“O, no, Papa.”

“Or forgotten it?”

“No, indeed, Papa.”

And so another time the dreadful little snapping pug-dog next door made a rush at one of the young Princes as he stood on the steps coming home from school, and terrified him out of his wits and he put his hand through a pane of glass, and bled bled bled. When the seventeen other young Princes and Princesses saw him bleed bleed bleed, they were terrified out of their wits too, and screamed themselves black in their seventeen faces all at once. But the Princess Alicia put her hands over all their seventeen mouths, one after another, and persuaded them to be quiet because of the sick Queen. And then she put the wounded Prince’s hand in a basin of fresh cold water, while they stared with their twice seventeen are thirty-four put down four and carry three eyes, and then she looked in the hand for bits of glass, and there were fortunately no bits of glass there. And then she said to two chubby-legged Princes who were sturdy though small, “Bring me in the Royal rag-bag; I must snip and stitch and cut and contrive.” So those two young Princes tugged at the Royal rag-bag and lugged it in, and the Princess Alicia sat down on the floor with a large pair of scissors and a needle and thread, and snipped and stitched and cut and contrived, and made a bandage and put it on, and it fitted beautifully, and so when it was all done she saw the King her Papa looking on by the door.

“Alicia.”

“Yes, Papa.”

“What have you been doing?”

“Snipping stitching cutting and contriving, Papa.

“Where is the magic fish-bone?”

“In my pocket, Papa.”

“I thought you had lost it?”

“O, no, Papa.”

“Or forgotten it?”

“No, indeed, Papa.”

After that, she ran up-stairs to the Duchess and told her what had passed, and told her the secret over again, and the Duchess shook her flaxen curls and laughed with her rosy lips.

Well! and so another time the baby fell under the grate. The seventeen young Princes and Princesses were used to it, for they were almost always falling under the grate or down the stairs, but the baby was not used to it yet, and it gave him a swelled face and a black eye. The way the poor little darling came to tumble was, that he slid out of the Princess Alicia’s lap just as she was sitting in a great coarse apron that quite smothered her, in front of the kitchen-fire, beginning to peel the turnips for the broth for dinner; and the way she came to be doing that was, that the King’s cook had run away that morning with her own true love who was a very tall but very tipsy soldier. Then, the seventeen young Princes and Princesses, who cried at everything that happened, cried and roared. But the Princess Alicia (who couldn’t help crying a little herself) quietly called to them to be still, on account of not throwing back the Queen up-stairs, who was fast getting well, and said, “Hold your tongues, you wicked little monkeys, every one of you, while I examine baby!” Then she examined baby, and found that he hadn’t broken anything, and she held cold iron to his poor dear eye, and smoothed his poor dear face, and he presently fell asleep in her arms.

Then, she said to the seventeen Princes and Princesses, “I am afraid to lay him down yet, lest he should wake and feel pain, be good, and you shall all be cooks.” They jumped for joy when they heard that, and began making themselves cooks’ caps out of old newspapers. So to one she gave the salt-box, and to one she gave the barley, and to one she gave the herbs, and to one she gave the turnips, and to one she gave the carrots, and to one she gave the onions, and to one she gave the spice-box, till they were all cooks, and all running about at work, she sitting in the middle smothered in the great coarse apron, nursing baby. By and by the broth was done, and the baby woke up smiling like an angel, and was trusted to the sedatest Princess to hold, while the other Princes and Princesses were squeezed into a far-off corner to look at the Princess Alicia turning out the saucepan-full of broth, for fear (as they were always getting into trouble) they should get splashed and scalded. When the broth came tumbling out, steaming beautifully, and smelling like a nosegay good to eat, they clapped their hands. That made the baby clap his hands; and that, and his looking as if he had a comic toothache, made all the Princes and Princesses laugh. So the Princess Alicia said, “Laugh and be good, and after dinner we will make him a nest on the floor in a corner, and he shall sit in his nest and see a dance of eighteen cooks.” That delighted the young Princes and Princesses, and they ate up all the broth, and washed up all the plates and dishes, and cleared away, and pushed the table into a corner, and then they in their cooks’ caps, and the Princess Alicia in the smothering coarse apron that belonged to the cook that had run away with her own true love that was the very tall but very tipsy soldier, danced a dance of eighteen cooks before the angelic baby, who forgot his swelled face and his black eye, and crowed with joy.

And so then, once more the Princess Alicia saw King Watkins the First, her father, standing in the doorway looking on, and he said: “What have you been doing, Alicia?”

“Cooking and contriving, Papa.”

“What else have you been doing, Alicia?”

“Keeping the children light-hearted, Papa.”

“Where is the magic fish-bone, Alicia?”

“In my pocket, Papa.”

“I thought you had lost it?”

“O, no, Papa.”

“Or forgotten it?”

“No, indeed, Papa.”

The King then sighed so heavily, and seemed so low-spirited, and sat down so miserably, leaning his head upon his hand, and his elbow upon the kitchen table pushed away in the corner, that the seventeen Princes and Princesses crept softly out of the kitchen, and left him alone with the Princess Alicia and the angelic baby.

“What is the matter, Papa?”

“I am dreadfully poor, my child.”

“Have you no money at all, Papa?”

“None my child.”

“Is there no way left of getting any, Papa?”

“No way,” said the King. “I have tried very hard, and I have tried all ways.”

When she heard those last words, the Princess Alicia began to put her hand into the pocket where she kept the magic fish-bone.

“Papa,” said she, “when we have tried very hard, and tried all ways, we must have done our very very best?”

“No doubt, Alicia.”

“When we have done our very very best, Papa, and that is not enough, then I think the right time must have come for asking help of others.” This was the very secret connected with the magic fish-bone, which she had found out for herself from the good fairy Grandmarina’s words, and which she had so often whispered to her beautiful and fashionable friend the Duchess.

So she took out of her pocket the magic fish-bone that had been dried and rubbed and polished till it shone like mother-of-pearl; and she gave it one little kiss and wished it was quarter day. And immediately it was quarter day; and the King’s quarter’s salary came rattling down the chimney, and bounced into the middle of the floor.

But this was not half of what happened, no not a quarter, for immediately afterwards the good fairy Grandmarina came riding in, in a carriage and four (Peacocks), with Mr Pickles’s boy up behind, dressed in silver and gold, with a cocked hat, powdered hair, pink silk stockings, a jewelled cane, and a nosegay. Down jumped Mr Pickles’s boy with his cocked hat in his hand and wonderfully polite (being entirely changed by enchantment), and handed Grandmarina out, and there she stood in her rich shot silk smelling of dried lavender, fanning herself with a sparkling fan.

“Alicia, my dear,” said this charming old Fairy, “how do you do, I hope I see you pretty well, give me a kiss.” The Princess Alicia embraced her, and then Grandmarina turned to the King, and said rather sharply:—“Are you good?”

The King said he hoped so.

“I suppose you know the reason, now, why my god-Daughter here,” kissing the Princess again, “did not apply to the fish-bone sooner?” said the Fairy.

The King made her a shy bow.

“Ah! but you didn’t then!” said the Fairy.

The King made her a shyer bow.

“Any more reasons to ask for?” said the Fairy.

The King said no, and he was very sorry.

“Be good then,” said the Fairy, “and live happy ever afterwards.”

Then, Grandmarina waved her fan, and the Queen came in most splendidly dressed, and the seventeen young Princes and Princesses, no longer grown out of their clothes, came in newly fitted out from top to toe, with tucks in everything to admit of its being let out. After that, the Fairy tapped the Princess Alicia with her fan, and the smothering coarse apron flew away, and she appeared exquisitely dressed, like a little Bride, with a wreath of orange-flowers and a silver veil. After that, the kitchen dresser changed of itself into a wardrobe, made of beautiful woods and gold and looking glass, which was full of dresses of all sorts, all for her and all exactly fitting her. After that, the angelic baby came in, running alone, with his face and eye not a bit the worse but much the better. Then, Grandmarina begged to be introduced to the Duchess, and, when the Duchess was brought down many compliments passed between them.

A little whispering took place between the Fairy and the Duchess, and then the Fairy said out loud, “Yes. I thought she would have told you.” Grandmarina then turned to the King and Queen, and said, “We are going in search of Prince Certainpersonio. The pleasure of your company is requested at church in half an hour precisely.” So she and the Princess Alicia got into the carriage, and Mr Pickles’s boy handed in the Duchess who sat by herself on the opposite seat, and then Mr Pickles’s boy put up the steps and got up behind, and the Peacocks flew away with their tails spread.

Prince Certainpersonio was sitting by himself, eating barley-sugar and waiting to be ninety. When he saw the Peacocks followed by the carriage, coming in at the window, it immediately occurred to him that something uncommon was going to happen.

“Prince,” said Grandmarina, “I bring you your Bride.”

The moment the Fairy said those words, Prince Certainpersonio’s face left off being stickey, and his jacket and corduroys changed to peach-bloom velvet, and his hair curled, and a cap and feather flew in like a bird and settled on his head. He got into the carriage by the Fairy’s invitation, and there he renewed his acquaintance with the Duchess, whom he had seen before.

In the church were the Prince’s relations and friends, and the Princess Alicia’s relations and friends, and the seventeen Princes and Princesses, and the baby, and a crowd of the neighbours. The marriage was beautiful beyond expression. The Duchess was bridesmaid, and beheld the ceremony from the pulpit where she was supported by the cushion of the desk. Grandmarina gave a magnificent wedding feast afterwards, in which there was everything and more to eat, and everything and more to drink. The wedding cake was delicately ornamented with white satin ribbons, frosted silver and white lilies, and was forty-two yards round.

When Grandmarina had drunk her love to the young couple, and Prince Certainpersonio had made a speech, and everybody had cried Hip hip hip hurrah! Grandmarina announced to the King and Queen that in future there would be eight quarter days in every year, except in leap year, when there would be ten. She then turned to Certainpersonio and Alicia, and said, “My dears, you will have thirty-five children, and they will all be good and beautiful. Seventeen of your children will be boys, and eighteen will be girls. The hair of the whole of your children will curl naturally. They will never have the measles, and will have recovered from the whooping-cough before being born.”

On hearing such good news, everybody cried out “Hip hip hip hurrah!” again.

“It only remains,” said Grandmarina in conclusion, “to make an end of the fish-bone.”

So she took it from the hand of the Princess Alicia, and it instantly flew down the throat of the dreadful little snapping pug-dog next door and choked him, and he expired in convulsions.

title: The Magic Fishbone


text: Dictionary of National Biography, 1885-1900/Dickens, Charles


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 Rh :::(d) the definition of "excepted ship or aircraft" in paragraph 3 of the Third Schedule to the Emergency Laws (Repeal) Act 1959, and

 * (e) section 1(5) of the Diplomatic Immunities (Conferences with Commonwealth Countries and Republic of Ireland) Act 1961,

to the Federation shall be construed as references to the Federation as constituted on and after the appointed day.

 * 2. In the Civil Aviation (Licensing) Act 1960, in section 2(7)(b) the expression "colony" shall be construed as not including any of the new States.

 * 3. Section 1 of the Army and Air Force Act 1961 shall not empower the making of an Order in Council so as to continue the Army Act 1955 or the Air Force Act 1955 in force as part of the law of any of the new States.

REPEALS

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Letters from Alexander Henry Haliday to Hermann Loew, December 1867 and 186-

Letters from Alexander Henry Haliday to Hermann Loew, December 1867 and 186-

My dear Dr Loew' According to M. Bigot’s latest information Apistomyia  has the terminal spurs of the kind tolerably long—those of the anterior pairs evanescent. This agrees with your conclusion on ground of Analogy and confirms the family character. No additional information on other points. I have written to Westwood queries about the Zett. type of Anthalia furcata. The new year came in dreary here, but by noon it cleared up and continued fair till the evening of following day. I took advantage of this unwonted favour for a walk in the woods. Without looking on the ground or at roots or in bark of trees I took with the sweeping net eight spp of Ortalidae (in Rondani’s sense) several + Ortalis rufipes one,  Aciura coryli  (Rossi), one Tephritis formosa 1 or 2, pulchra several, matricariae several,  Oxyna bidentis (= elongatula?), tessellata  one. Bibio RD in abundance siculus (sevl), common, but males only. (+ Tipula berteii is departed). Pyralus N. unionalis. Xylocopa violacea Mantis oratoria, spallanzania, Bacillus rossi , Chrysopa______ but not Lestes which I have taken on new year’s day in other years. Tetanocera arrogans etc etc etc etc. A larva (half grown) of Ceroplatus on Boletes of the Olive. I had a note yesterday from Von Kiesenwetter exulting in Cassida deflexicollis which I had sent him as pith of a quill-barrel, in my last letter;—jokingly he says the bestiola has cost some of his friends their nights’ rest. I am glad to be able to send a few more opiate pills for them. Stainton is at Florence now, Dohm  will be detained at home yet ten days or a fortnight—so they will not meet till at Rome or Naples. H.T.S. thinks Dohm not unlikely to proceed on to Messina (where his son A D is) when they turn their faces homeward… That would be a temptation would it not for me. If I am free at that time especially as we do not expect any of the scattered members of my family to rejoin us till late in summer. Today also I received some information desired, from Palermo about the Madonia mts. Nebrodi  is a paradise for botanists to judge from Gussoni’s  habitats. But that would not be in season before in June snow and storms predominating the earlier part of the year. I await Stainton’s reply,—whether Madame T. is to go to the mountain, or the mountain etc etc. Besides the flowers lingering on from autumn Scabiosa centaurea, Dianthus, Borago,  Tripolum,  Bellis, Hypochaeris -  and Helleborus viridia naturally in full bloom, we gathered in the groves and fields on 1st January in flower Viola adorata, Anemone stellata, Lavandula stocchas—anticipations of the spring to come.? Ever your truly A.H. Halliday [letter ends]

[last page of another letter] insect population as usual in the sulphur-vents and under stones. G.O. Costa the patriarch of the Italian Entomologists is lately dead. In consequence, I suppose I have not heard from Achille Costa to whom I had written to inquire after his venture in the Terra d’Otranto (where he spent a month about the bees of the summer) and since about the project of an Entomological Society for Italy. South of him I can hear of no entomological living unless we take in Malta geographically where Sr Schembri resides. But that is doubtful territory or rather more likely to have been once joined to Africa—as the blood of the people is African, and their language. And now having exhausted my time I must reserve my remaining subjects for a more regular reply to your letter. Yours very truly Alexr H. Haliday

Villa Pisani. Lucca 23 Decr 1867. to Dr H Loew

E P W has been very successful, if his luck has continued as it was at first, all imaginable and unimaginable contingencies from shipwreck to murder having concurred to deprive him of means and time for the exploration he had planned. After all and at this season when as the Revd. Dr. Berenger [Adolph von Berenger (1815-1895)] writes me word all is snow about Vallembrosa and the fierce wind whistling constantly I believe I must make my mind up to go thither. The forest school which closes next month is not likely to reopen till September. Whereas I had calculated on deferring my visit only to the Spring. So if I can get in the replies from the yet unpledged members of the founding Committee and have the general circular to the expected future members follow so as to launch the Entomological Society for next year. I think I will escape to Florence about the new year’s day & plough my way on to Vallembrosa. Perhaps I may (besides accomplishing my immediate object) discover Chionea there, which Ihave never seen alive. Diptera have nearly vanished here now except the perennial Trichocera, Chirononea??, Mycetophilae, Culex and here & there rarely Opetia (which is rather abnormal insect in Tuscany)and a few surviving Dacus oleae —and some species of Tephritis-Chlorops--, Phora. It was different at this time last year when I might have enlarged the list much. Did I send you a copy of the brochure—Iapyx, a new genus—from the Linn. Soc. Transactions? It is not Dipterous, but allied to Campodea. My chance of seeing Vesuvius in action this winter is diminished. A friend at Florence had intended going to Rome, and I with him; and then the further journey to Naples would not have deterred me—but he has been ill & must now take more care of himself and I do not think of making the journey (the whole of it) alone. I had seen Vesuvius while the lava flood of 1861 was still rough & unworn: and already the rim of the water had its … [letter ends]

Dear Doctor Loew,Having some weight to spare on a letter to Berlin while I have not time to set down to write a regular answer to your long kind & instructive letter of the ________ I avail myself of the opportunity to reply to inform you that I got it in due course and to express my sincere concern that you have been so much of a sufferer to your health after your agreeable journey in the Bavarian Alps. I regret much that you feel yourself reduced to the alternative of giving up your favourite study to the great loss of the Science—or your official position with the chief part of the Realschule. I trust the resolution you have come to will prove indeed to be for your good whole health which does seem to demand repose at last and that your future excursions and scientific pursuits without overstraining your powers will be an antidote to the ennui which often creeps over those who have lived a continual active life, when they seek repose after it. I hope too that your comparative future leisure will make room for a more frequent correspondence and that it may open the way for our yet meeting though we may not either of us flatter ourselves with the prospect of many more travelling years. A couple of days ago I had a letter dated off Messina and in a very unsteady hand on a boisterous sea from my young friend Dr E. P. Wright on his way home from the Seychelles islands where he has been spending the past summer. Sicily he wrote ,was looking “very cold”—but he was enjoying the thought of a visit with me to Etna & in the coming summer. He says nothing of the late results of his collecting in the islands, but I do not imagine it … [letter ends]

… pleasure in placing them in your hands for examination & publication of the new material, you might find among them. I have had no communication with him, by letter, since I left Paris, finding my time insufficient for the letters of first obligation—not all yet discharged. I snatched a few minutes for some more desultory researches among Meigen’s Diptera at the Garden of Plants, and when I have leisure to look out & decypher [sic] my pencil notes, will communicate to you such few as are likely to possess any interest for you. Since my return here, I have heard from Winnertz, whose absence from home had prevented my receiving a reply to a line announcing, from London, my intended visit to Aix la Chapelle. He tells me his long-harboured and long-expected Monograph of Mycetophilidae is to appear in the Linnaea Entomologica of this present year. Perhaps it is already published—and it may possibly embrace what I provisionally regard as a new genus of the family,—allied to Asindulum, but the proboscis much longer, with the labella short, and the rostrum or prolongation of the head short, so that the very small palpi are near the base of the apparent probosces, & accumbent to its sides, so as to be very [illegible text]. Another n. s. (perhaps) is a very minute insect of the family Bombylidae, of which I had found one specimen last year; and have got several more, in the pine-woods of the sandy coast of Viareggio , this summer. It may perhaps be a Sphaerogaster Zett. , which on account of the small alulae, I conjecture to belong to this family, rather than Acroceridae I find, on these coasts, all the three species of -- which we have in the British Fauna. On a late visit, with Mr Wright to the rocky sea coast near Livorno, I met with one specimen of Discomyza cimiciformis,—also with a new species of Psilopa, allied to - with wings more spotted than in any other species; of this also but one; also one (the pxxx I have found) of Aphrosylus - has occurred.

As far as my more limited collecting has enabled me to judge the present  is a better year for insects here,than the last was: Dr Dale  too writes to me from Dorsetshire, that insects have reappeared there, which he had not met with for thirty years previously. He sent me his carte de visite photograph on the same letter. I got, in the course of my little tour in the spring, a small collection of photograph portrait of entomologists, my friends, Wesmael [], Lacordaire , Sichel  , Mulsant  , Javet  , Goureau , to add to the few English ones I possessed. May I hope to crown the collection with yours? In anticipation I send you my own, (having been asked for such, several times, since I have been absent from England,) I found time to have taken at Rome. My friends here consider it a good likeness. probably you may have not been in the way of hearing of the disposal of the late J. Curtis’ entomological collection. His British collection—the best general one— and most trustworthy one as to the nature of the specimens (unless it be that of Stephens —now in the British Museum—and this was much inferior to it as to number of species and nomenclature unless in the Coleoptera & Lepidoptera) has been purchased for the Museum of Melbourne University (Australia) for £500 sterling. The collection of insects injurious to the field & garden with the transformation, parasites &c for £100.The Australians are showing thus early a commendable zeal for Natural History,—expending considerable sums for collections, and books; and and Entomological Society has been formed out there. For the sake of Curtis’ widow & young children, I rejoice the collection has been disposed of to such advantage for them; but its local value ceases, in a great measure, with its removal from England; and it will be a loss for many years to all future labourers on the Insect Fauna of Britain. Dale laments, with reason, that English Entomologists care for little but Coleoptera and Lepidoptera, in general. He still (now near 80 years of age) keeps up his collecting of Diptera &c actively, and is training up his two elder boys about 8 & 10 years of age to tread in his footsteps each having his own little collection—and he celebrates in his last letter some of their rare captures. And now in default of order & scientific material having given you this medley “de omnibus rebus et quibus dam aliis”, I must limit myself to this third sheet. Whatever other excursions I may make this year a letter addressed to me at “Lucca” will always find me, and ever yours sincerely, Alex R. Haliday.

… side of the Apennines, only accelerated his own journey home, by the arrangement; as Pirazzoli’s  professional duties ultimately defeated their plan. After Naples, we spent three weeks more, at Rome; fully occupied—as one must be on a first visit to such a shrine of pilgrimage. The weather, part of the time, was rather oppressive:—even I found it expedient to take febrifuges daily for a week; and my friend Hogan at last escaped to the hills of Frascati , to spend the few last days out of the malarian influence. My brother was too much absorbed in the remains of antiquity, and the objects of art, to be torn away from the city;—but I took the opportunity of two days excursion to Tivoli ; to ascend the Mons Lucretilis   a day’s excursion—nine hours in saddle, & four on foot;—a charming ride through the greatest variety of flowering shrubs I have ever observed in native woodland,—and this gushing with the songs of Birds, —a rare luxury in Italy, where Robin Redbreast himself is shot down & eaten. A first visit to a country so interesting in other respects, and in the company of friends whose taste lies elsewhere,—is not of course very favourable for Nat. Hist. objects;—and I scarcely had an opportunity of forming an idea of the products. Vesuvius surprized me by the abundance of insect life on the life of the crater (of which I see —on referring to Engelmann & Carus  [1861. Bibliotheca zoologica Leipzig]  —that O. Costa long since published a notice, in the Naples Academy’s Transaction). The carnivorous species, of which there was a - might feed indeed some herbivorous prey,—but these latter had no visible pabulum, except effervescent sulphur, in such a situation. The lake Fusaro, which now holds the place of the Lucrine,—as regards the production of oysters—was richly peopled along the edge, even then in early April, with genuine Ephydrae. At Naples, I saw as much of A. Costa, as our constant sightseeing allowed. The Dipterous collection—made chiefly by his secretary—disappointed me, as to the extent of it, though containing some very choice specimens, —Ochthebius etc. At Rome, I found no entomological society. Mr Seidlitz (a Livonian—the present possessor of Gerstaeker’s collection of Coleoptera) whose acquaintance I made at Naples,, had indicated to me one Entomologist, a Dane (Bergsoe)  at present resident there (at Rome); but unfortunately he was in the country near Palestrina, when we came to Rome,& returned to town only the day I left it for Tivoli. I hear he was very successful in collecting there (Coleoptera—I suppose only). The neighbourhood of Rome I should think very favourable—but I had no leisure for collecting myself there. Indeed I have had very little time disposable for that purpose, all this summer. After our return to Lucca, I had to go with Mr Hogan, to try different situations—he finding some sufficiently cool for his summer quarters. Ultimately he proceeded northwards, and is now at Thun  or elsewhere on the other side of the Alps, awaiting some of his family from England, who are to join him for the journey home. In consequence, I had to leave my brother to make his visit to Florence alone: where he finding the heat of May almost intolerable, staid [sic] only a week more; and by some misinformation as to the Railway trains, he missed meeting me on his way to England, at Pisa, where I spent a day awaiting him. After his departure, we had visits here from some families of friends, also on their way back to England; which filled up the time till the arrival of my young friend Dr Wright who joined me here on the 29th ult., coming through the Salzkammergut  … [letter ends


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168 "Did I hurt you?" says the Dane. "No," says he, "though you gave me a very warm squeeze." "I see," says the blind man, "that you're a very courageous man, and if you'd be so good as to go back to your own place in that land you'll hnd a fort." "I know it well," says the lad. Says the Dane: "When you go, kill a calf or sheep, or some animal, and when you take the skin off drag it round the little rock two or three times, and there'll come out a greyhound to you to eat the carcase. Strike her with this ball"—giving him a ball—"and if you don't strike her with it she'll be apt to tear you. The greyhound will run in when you hit her, and there'll come out a beautiful lady to you. She'll ask you: 'Who gave you the ball you hit me with?' and you'll say: 'I was in Denmark and an old Dane told me to come here and you'd give me the white rabbit that's in the press, and he gave me that ball to hit you with.'"

The man did this; and when she came out, he told her as the old Dane had said. Then she said: "I know well, for he is my father. Come in now, and I will send the rabbit to him." So when he went into the rock it was a beautiful castle inside; and he saw plenty of gold and silver, which he was wishing to have if he could. She asked him how her father was; and he said he didn't know much, but that he was still alive, rocking in the cradle, and he blind, as he believed, with age. "Dear me," says she, "it's many a long year since he left me here, and I never got any account from him before. I must obey his orders, although that rabbit is a great favourite of mine."

So she gave him the rabbit; and he set off with it to the old Dane; and when he came to him the old man asked him: "Did you come from Ireland? Did you do what I told you, or did you see my daughter?" "I did," says he. "I hope she sent me the white rabbit." "She did; here it is in this cage."

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GENERAL EXPLANATORY NOTE

To amend the Republic of South Africa Constitution Act, 1961, to provide that certain acts in respect of the National Flag of the Republic shall be punishable as offences; to increase the maximum fine for a contravention of section 13; to provide for the assignment of powers, duties and functions entrusted to a Minister by any law; to provide that a member of the President’s Council shall vacate his seat if he is nominated as a candidate for election at certain elections; to determine the circumstances in which the remuneration and allowances of the members of the President’s Council shall be reviewed; to further regulate the reference of any matter to a committee of the President’s Council; and to adjust the provisions relating to the alteration of provincial boundaries; to amend the provisions of the Interpretation Act, 1957, relating to the assignment of powers, duties and functions entrusted to a Minister by any law; to amend the Admission of Persons to the Republic Regulation Act, 1972, to authorize removal from the Republic on the ground of a contravention of section 5A or 13 of the Republic of South Africa Constitution Act, 1961; and to provide for matters connected therewith.

E IT ENACTED by the State President and the House of Assembly of the Republic of South Africa, as follows:―

1. The following section is hereby inserted in the Republic of South Africa Constitution Act, 1961 (hereinafter referred to as the principal Act), after section 5:


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Rh scratch straw, &c., into the fire, in order to burn it down, and in many other ways, such as picking off the thatch, they make themselves a nuisance. Hens when asleep droop their wings, and it is a common saying, "They are off to Denmark."

The following legend connected with the townland of Aghnahoo (field of the cave), in the parish of Kiltubbrid, again brings the Danes before us, but would at the same time seem to connect them with the fairies. It will be remembered that the suggestion has been made that these legends of the Danes are the result of their being confused in the minds of the people with the Tuatha De Danann.

A Legend of Aghnahoo.

There was an Irishman who lived in Aghnahoo, in the co. Leitrim, and he went to Denmark to look for employment. He went into a house in which lived an old ancient Dane, who was in the battle of Clontarf, fighting against King Brian Borroo. The old Dane was blind, and when he heard the man asking employment he says: "Are you an Irishman?"

"I am," says he.

"What part of Ireland did you live in?"

"I lived in co. Leitrim."

"In what place?" says the Dane.

"In the townland of Aghnahoo."

"Come up," says he, "till I shake hands with you, for I'm happy to see you or any man from Ireland."

"Don't give your hand," says the girl who was taking care of the old man, "for if you do he'll hurt you." There was a cow's hough on the floor, the meat was gone, and there was nothing but the bone. The Irishman takes it up and hands it to the Dane for his hand, and the old man gave it such a warm squeeze that he smashed the bone.


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Rh ordered the cook to kill it for dinner. The cook did so, and cooked it for the old Dane, and when he ate and drank plenty of the rabbit and broth, he says to the Irishman: "I promised to pay you well when you'd return with the white rabbit." "Well, you did," says the Irishman; "and I hope you'll keep your word."

"Come," he says, "and take this piece of rabbit you brought me." The Irishman took the leg of the rabbit; and when he ate it he was in great surprise; for he saw all his own country beyant in Ireland; it was as plain to him as if he was walking round every place he saw. He saw the rocks of Aghnahoo and all the pots and crocks of gold hid down at the butt of every bush that was in it.

"Are you well paid?" says the Dane.

"I am," says he, "and overpaid, and I am thankful to you, for I'll never be a poor man when I go home."

"Now," says the Dane, "take a sup of the soup and you'll see more."

The Irishman was so greedy to see more, he drank the spoonful of soup, and every hate ever he saw vanished from his eyes; and he never saw either money or bushes, and he could never find where the gold was hid.

The people still believe that if they can get a white rabbit, and kill and eat it, they will be able to see where the gold lies hid.

, Driney.

There is one side of the fairy character on which all the peasants are agreed; and that is their hatred of dirt and untidiness. Fairies have a particular aversion to the water in which feet are washed. This should therefore be carefully run out of the tub, and on no account thrown out of the door, for fear it might fall on any of them coming in. No dirty water may be thrown out after sundown; but if it is thrown cut it is necessary to call: "Huga leat, huga leat, uisge salach!" Similarly it is forbidden to throw ash out after dark.


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170 The kitchen must always be cleaned up before being left at night, the fire raked, and a gallon of fresh water left for the good people. There are several tales told of the penalty paid for neglecting this duty. Here is one:—

Ketty Cassidy lived in Aughrim. One day her husband went to the fair, and there was no one left at home but herself. In the night, when she was in bed, there came in the full of the house of women, as she thought, and one of them got sick in the corner, and when the baby was born they went to look for clean water, but they had none to get, she had ne'er a drop in the house. One of them says: "What'll we do to wash the baby?" and they said: "What will we do but wash it in the churn that the buttermilk is in; and when she rises in the morning she'll know the odds of not leaving clean water within; and when she drinks it she'll find it worse."

Ketty was looking on at all, and in the morning she ran home to her father's house, and she told them what happened. Her mother told her to go home, and to throw out the buttermilk, and to wash the churn, and not leave the track of milk on it, and never again to be without leaving clean water in the house. From that night out she never found one of them in it again.

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The fairies are a quarrelsome lot; in fact to this the safety of human beings from their wiles is sometimes due, since it is asserted that whenever a band of them is endeavouring to capture a mortal, another band will generally try and thwart their rivals. The fiat bottom known as Beirne's rock on the northern side of Leitrim townland, Kiltubbrid parish, used in the olden time to be a favourite place of resort for the good people, and great fights used to take place there, the parties fighting all the way up the lonesome valley which lies between the townlands of Lisdrumacrone and Corglass. On Lisdrumacrone there was a house, now pulled down, where lived a widow


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2. The following section is hereby substituted for section 13 of the principal Act:

3. The following section is hereby inserted in the principal Act after section 20:

4. Section 54 of the principal Act is hereby amended by the substitution for subsection (1) of the following subsection: “ (1) Any member of the President’s Council who―

5. Section 102 of the principal Act is hereby amended by the addition to subsection (4) of the following paragraph:

6. Section 106 of the principal Act is hereby amended by the substitution for subsection (2) of the following subsection: “(2) Whenever a matter is referred to the President’s Council for its advice or when it is of the opinion that a matter is of public interest, it may refer such matter to a committee contemplated in section 104 (2) for its advice, and if the President’s Council is not in session, reference of


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Rh woman and her young children. One night there was a great fight all up the hill between two bands of fairies, and the house coming in their way, they burst in at the back door and out at the front, fighting through the house. The woman was naturally greatly alarmed, and ran at once up to the room to see were her children safe. She found them quietly asleep, and in the morning all the doors were shut again. Some of the people say that she found a head under the bed, and that was the only evidence of the fight to be seen.

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Many tales connect the fairies with the forts or round earthworks, and exhibit them as carrying on therein the details of everyday life:—

There were two neighbours, one a cooper and the other a farmer. They went out one day to plough; and the field they went to plough in ran up to a fort. They were ploughing some time, about an hour or so; and they heard the noise of churning in the fort, but they could not tell where the noise came from. They ploughed on for a bit, but every time they came up to the fort they heard the sound of the churning. It stopped after a little; and when they had gone down the hill and up again, there was a table there, and the churn staff, with the dash off it, left out to be mended, with cooper's tools laid by. The cooper says: "Here's a job for me; you can plough till I get it mended for them." He set to work, and put the dash on the staff for them, and left it on the table, and went off to the other man to plough; and when they came back, the dash, tabic, and tools were all gone. The sound of the churning went on again for sometime after, and then it stopped, and a table was left out with oatcake and butter. The cooper invited the other to take some, but he wouldn't, and said it was not right. He went over and took some, and satisfied himself, and then went off to his plough again,


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6   No. 7881

Act No. 101, 1981.

such matter to such a committee for its advice may be effected in accordance with rules and orders made by the President’s Council .”.

7. (1) Section 114 of the principal Act is hereby amended by the substitution for paragraph (a) of the following paragraph:

(2) Subsection (1) shall be deemed to have come into operation on 31 May 1961.

8. Section 10 of the Interpretation Act, 1957, is hereby amended―

9. Schedule 1A to the Admission of Persons to the Republic Regulation Act, 1972, is hereby amended by the insertion after the expression “Contravention of any provision of the Immorality Act, 1957 (Act No. 23 of 1957), which constitutes an offence under that Act” of the following expression: “ Contravention of section 5A (1) or 13 of the Republic of South Africa Constitution Act, 1961 (Act No. 32 of 1961. ”.

10. This Act shall be called the Republic of South Africa Constitution Second Amendment Act, 1981.


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Republic of South Africa Constitution Act, 1961/1981-11-06

as amended by

Provincial Executive Committees Act, No. 28 of 1962

Constitution Amendment Act, No. 65 of 1962

Constitution Amendment Act, No. 9 of 1963

Provincial Councils and Executive Committees Act, No. 22 of 1963

Coloured Persons Education Act, No. 47 of 1963

Provincial Executive Committees Act, No. 64 of 1963

Indians Education Act, No. 61 of 1965

Constitution Amendment Act, No. 83 of 1965

Pension Laws Amendment Act, No. 102 of 1965

Constitution Amendment Act, No. 37 of 1966

Second Finance Act, No. 58 of 1966

Constitution Amendment Act, No. 9 of 1967

Separate Representation of Voters Amendment Act, No. 50 of 1968

Pension Laws Amendment Act, No. 79 of 1968

Powers and Privileges of Provincial Councils Amendment Act, No. 37 of 1969

General Law Amendment Act, No. 101 of 1969

Constitution Amendment Act, No. 1 of 1971

Pension Laws Amendment Act, No. 93 of 1971

Provincial Finance and Audit Act, No. 18 of 1972

Provincial Affairs Act, No. 61 of 1972

General Law Amendment Act, No. 102 of 1972

Constitution and Elections Amendment Act, No. 79 of 1973

General Law Amendment Act, No. 62 of 1973

Parliamentary Service Act, No. 33 of 1974

Constitution Amendment Act, No. 48 of 1974

Second Pension Laws Amendment Act, No. 77 of 1974

Exchequer and Audit Act, No. 66 of 1975

Constitution Amendment Act, No. 60 of 1976

Financial Relations Act, No. 65 of 1976

Constitution Amendment Act, No. 30 of 1977

Proclamation No. R. 249 of 1977

Second Black Laws Amendment Act, No. 102 of 1978

Constitution Amendment Act, No. 99 of 1979

Pension Laws Amendment Act, No. 100 of 1979

Republic of South Africa Constitution Third Amendment Act, No. 28 of 1980

Republic of South Africa Constitution Second Amendment Act, No. 31 of 1980

Railways and Harbours Acts Amendment Act, No. 67 of 1980

Republic of South Africa Constitution Amendment Act, No. 70 of 1980

Republic of South Africa Constitution Fourth Amendment Act, No. 74 of 1980

Republic of South Africa Constitution Fifth Amendment Act, No. 101 of 1980

Republic of South Africa Constitution Amendment Act, No. 40 of 1981

Republic of South Africa Constitution Second Amendment Act, No. 101 of 1981

 5A. (1) Any person who―

maliciously destroys or spoils the National Flag of the Republic as described in section 5; or commits any other act which is calculated to hold the National Flag of the Republic in contempt; or without being authorized thereto (the burden of proof of which shall be upon him) removes the National Flag of the Republic as so described from any place where it is displayed in terms of instructions or directions issued by any State authority,

shall be guilty of an offence and liable on conviction to a fine not exceeding ten thousand rand or imprisonment for a period not exceeding five years.

(2) If in any prosecution for an offence referred to in subsection (1) it is alleged that the flag in respect of which the offence is alleged to have been committed is or was the National Flag of the Republic as described in section 5, it shall be presumed unless the contrary is proved that the flag in question complies or, as the case may be, complied with the description of the National Flag in that section.

13. Any person who commits any act which is calculated to violate the dignity or injure the reputation of the State President, the Vice State President or an Acting State President, shall be guilty of an offence and liable on conviction to a fine not exceeding ten thousand rand or imprisonment for a period not exceeding five years.

 20A. (1) The State President may assign the administration of any provision in any law which entrusts to a Minister any power, duty or function, to any other Minister, either specifically or by way of a general assignment of the administration of any law or of all laws entrusting powers, duties or functions to such first-mentioned Minister.

(2) The Prime Minister may assign any power, duty or function entrusted to him by any law, to any other Minister to be exercised or performed on his behalf by such other Minister.

54. (1) Any member of the President’s Council who―

is nominated in terms of section 41 of the Electoral Act, 1979 (Act No. 45 of 1979), as a candidate for election for an electoral division of the House of Assembly or a provincial council, shall vacate his seat as a member of the President’s Council with effect from the relevant nomination day fixed in terms of section 34 of that Act; is nominated or elected in terms of section 40 (1) (b) or (c) of this Act as a member of the House of Assembly, shall vacate his seat as a member of the President’s Council with effect from the day on which he is so nominated or elected.

(2) A member of the House of Assembly who is appointed as a member of the President’s Council, shall vacate his seat as a member of the House of Assembly with effect from the date on which he becomes a member of the President’s Council.

(3) A member of the House of Assembly who is elected as a member of a provincial council shall cease to be a member of the House of Assembly with effect from the date upon which he becomes a member of that provincial council.

(4) A Minister who is not a member of the House of Assembly shall have the right to sit and to speak in the House of Assembly, but shall not vote therein.

PART VIIIA.

PRESIDENT’S COUNCIL.

102. (1) There shall be a President’s Council consisting, in addition to the Vice State President, of members appointed by the State President.

(2) A member of the President’s Council, excluding the Vice State President, shall hold office for a period of five years.

(3) A casual vacancy in the President’s Council, excluding a vacancy in the office of Vice State President, shall be filled by the appointment of a member for the unexpired portion of the period of office of the member in whose stead he is appointed.

(4) (a) The members of the President’s Council, excluding the Vice State President, shall receive such remuneration and allowances as the State President may determine, as well as such other benefits as he may determine by proclamation in the Gazette.

(b) Such remuneration, allowances or benefits may differ according to the offices held by such members in the council.

(c) Such remuneration and allowances shall be reviewed whenever any general revision or adjustment of salaries and allowances of public servants is made under the laws relating to the Public Service, regard being had to the considerations, principles and criteria applied at such revision or adjustment.

(5) The State President shall designate a member of the President’s Council as deputy chairman of the council, who shall serve as chairman thereof whenever the office of Vice State President is vacant or he is for any reason unable to serve as such.

(6) If neither the chairman nor the deputy chairman is able to act as chairman, the members of the President’s Council shall elect one from their number to act as acting chairman.

(7) A deficiency in the number of members of the President’s Council or a committee thereof shall not affect the powers of the said Council or the said committee.

106. (1) The President’s Council―

shall at the request of the State President advise him on any matter referred to it by the State President for its advice and may, in its discretion, advise him on any matter (excluding draft legislation) which, in its opinion, is of public interest; may, if any legislative body other than a local institution refers any draft legislation to it for its advice, advise such body thereon.

(2) Whenever a matter is referred to the President’s Council for its advice or when it is of the opinion that a matter is of public interest, it may refer such matter to a committee contemplated in section 104 (2) for its advice, and if the President’s Council is not in session, reference of such matter to such a committee for its advice may be effected in accordance with rules and orders made by the President’s Council.

(3) The President’s Council shall transmit to the State President any advice received by it in terms of subsection (2) (other than advice in connection with draft legislation referred to in subsection (1) (b)), whether with or without its comments thereon.

(4) The President’s Council or a committee thereof―

may, for the purposes of the performance of its functions and in its discretion, consult with any person or State institution on any matter and may for those purposes establish consultative committees consisting of members of the said council or such committee, as the case may be, and members of any council or board established by the State President in terms of any other law; may in its discretion and for the said purposes, and shall when the State President requests the council that it be done for those purposes, consult with a council consisting of Black South African citizens and established under an Act of Parliament, or with any committee of such a council.

(5) Advice received by the State President in terms of this section shall be laid upon the Table in the House of Assembly within 14 days after receipt thereof if the House of Assembly is in session or within 14 days after the commencement of its next ensuing session if the House of Assembly is not in session.

(6) The chairman of the President’s Council may, for the purposes of a report to such council on any matter, appoint a committee from among the members of the council and may designate any member of such committee as chairman thereof.

114. Parliament shall not―

alter the boundaries of any province by declaring any area forming part thereof to be part of any other province, divide a province into two or more provinces, or form a new province out of provinces within the Republic, except on the petition of the provincial council of every province whose boundaries are affected thereby;

abolish any provincial council or abridge the powers conferred on provincial councils under section eighty-four, except by petition to Parliament by the provincial council concerned.


text: 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Arlon

title: 1911 Encyclopædia Britannica/Arlon