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Plundered Cargo/Chapter 15

HE sun, which in September swings over the Vermilion Sea like a white-hot pendulum, never looked down, perhaps, upon a sweeter interlude of piracy than that which transpired in the dish cove of Sabina Island that afternoon.

A survey of the Sierra Park's stores and water tanks convinced Spike and the doctor the marooning of Captain Judah and his crew on the hulk stranded on that deserted shore would not entail hardship for many weeks. After that—well, they, the mutineers, would report the presence of men on the wreck at the first Mexican port the Lonney Lee touched; and perhaps a kind hearted government would send to take them off.

Captain Judah, back against the mast, had watched the comings and goings of his enemies with eyes alive. Not a word of their intent was flung at him. He saw the three go overside. The man made a desperate attempt to gain his feet; an invisible quicksand held his legs prisoners.

Back on the schooner once more, Spike made no ado about bundling the remaining Chinamen, their little wicker ditty baskets and opium pipes, into the boats where their fellows waited at the oars. His rifle, carried hunter-wise in the crook of an arm, emphasized his orders.

“You, too, Hansen!” The wooden-faced mate showed mild surprise; but he was one to take the fall of the cards as predestined. With an imitation leather suitcase under his arm Hansen paused at the rail:

“Maister Spike, you remembair von time you ask me I skol sell you tobaccy. Maybe I say then, naw. Skol you ask me now I sell you tobaccy, I say yaw.”

“Ask me again next time you see me,” was Spike's hearty promise of future business, and he dropped Hansen's suitcase down to one of the boats. With the doctor and his rifle in the stern of one ferry and himself similarly shepherding the second, Spike gave orders to push off for the Sierra Park's side. The twain rowed the empty boats back to the Lonney Lee. Transfer of the last vestige of Judah Storrs' authority was complete.

To sum up, here were two ships in a shallow cove on the seaward side of Sabina Island, somewhere offshore in the Vermilion Sea: one a beached wreck with gaping seams letting the tides into a hold believed to contain treasure; the other seaworthy and at anchor. Aboard the derelict Captain Judah Storrs and a crew of seven, with no chance of navigating anywhere—not even,a small boat in their possession. And with the two white men, Storrs and Hansen, no weapon to buttress their authority over six yellow men from Canton River.

On the deck of the Lonney Lee were four men—landsmen. Two only, Horn and the doctor, possessed quite the most shadowy rudiments of the art of navigation. Two, the Iron Man and the flute player, have seen nothing of the working of a schooner beyond the galley door. Four men, sailors, could make shift to navigate a 120 ton schooner; but hardly a quack doctor, a gold miner, a flute player and an Iron Man lately off the stage of a honkey-tonk.

There was still another factor in the situation: one embodied by the vigorous personality of Karelia Lofgren, the Finnish girl who had taken her smoldering wrath ashore with her to the oven slopes of a barren island. Captain Judah Storrs, wounded and aboard the treasure hulk, might be revising his plans for the immediate future. Chitterly, Horn, and the others on the Lonney Lee had theirs to make. But what of this jet-haired woman of the fens and her lust for revenge?

Ft was to her that Spike Horn's thoughts turned the minute he was back upon the schooner. In fact, the vision of that straight and lithe body in shirt and trousers, that oval face with its black brows drawn into a furious frown had floated like an aura behind every turn of action since Karelia Lofgren went over the Sierra Park's side. Some unsuspected chords in his being tingled as if blown by a strong wind,

The doctor saw Horn preparing to drop overside into one of the yawls riding at painter's end and guessed his purpose.

“Horn, you're not going to look for more trouble ashore?”

“What d yuh mean, trouble?” Spike challenged. “I'm headed to fetch off a captain to run this ship.”

“Captain?” Chitterly echoed. “You don't mean”

“The girl, sure! Daughter of a sea captain, ain't she? Been to sea all her life, most likely. Knows how to steer this 1i'l ole bathtub so's it'll get somewheres—which is more'n you and I know, Doc.”

“But you'll take your rifle along, Horn,” anxiously.

“That'd be a nice way to make a call on a lady.” And Spike pushed off. Doctor Chitterly followed his progress shoreward with deepened misgivings. Any young female, he reasoned, who signalized her sudden appearance from nowhere by instant and unreasoned shooting would not make good company aboard the schooner.

Spike drove the boat onto the sand alongside where the girl's rude raft was tethered, gave the painter a twist around a rock and set off toward the spine of naked dike which seamed the seaward side of the mountain and over which he had seen her disappear. For all his decidedly low-brow surface character, Spike Horn possessed a store of imagination carried over from childhood. To be thus treading the burnt turf of a bit of island bastioned off from all the world and in quest of a sort of Miss Robinson Crusoe gave him a skipping sensation around the heart. A far cry from Stingaree Gulch in Goldfield or even a Ferris wheel on the beach near the Cliff House!

He scaled the natural stone fence which came slanting from the heights and looked down upon a bit of beach beyond the cove where lay the two craft. A hedge of naked thorn bush blocked off the foot of the mountain from the yellow scimitar of sand where the fan lace of the surf laid its changing patterns of foam. Back against the gaunt branches of the desert shrubs Horn thought he saw a dun colored peak of tarpaulin stretched tentwise. He commenced picking his way down a talus slope bearing in that direction.

“Stop where you are!”

The command came from behind him and a little way up the rocky battlement he had just crossed. Spike whirled in the direction of the voice and stood moveless, his hands lifted a little way from his thighs. He saw a blue-shirted torso and a black head lifted above the rocky dike. He saw the same curiously silvered finger he had first noted before; and it was covering him in an identical manner.

Spike swept off the fragment of a straw hat which partially covered his shock of hair and made with it a sweeping bow.

“Pleased to meetcha again!” he called with one of his comedian's grins. The girl stepped out from behind her breastwork. She lowered her weapon a little, though still keeping the blocky figure of the invader covered. Spike could see the knotting of the black brows in a scowl.

“What are you doing ashore?” Karelia demanded roughly.

“Come to have a little pow-wow with you, lady,” was the hardy answer.

“Well, you might just as well make tracks back to your schooner. I've got nothing to say to anybody from Judah Storrs' craft.”

Spike widened his grin. “There's where you're wrong, lady. It ain't ole Cap Storrs' schooner any more. It's ours—mine an' Doc Chitterly's—an' we're goin' pull our freight outa here just's soon as you'll say the word an' come aboard.”

Karelia's scowl of displeasure turned to one of mystification. What sort of a game, her tip-tilted brows asked, was this tough looking man trying to put over?

“How's this—the schooner no longer Cap'n Storrs'?”

“Well, you see, lady, it's kind of a long story from where it starts with a Ferris wheel at the Cliff House down to this morning, an' if I should start to yell it at you across fifty feet of rock maybe you'd get tired of my voice before you knew it all.” Spike's insinuation of a closer approach was given most engagingly, but met with no favorable response.

“You can keep your distance just the same,” the girl said with crisp incisiveness. “And you needn't make up any fairy tales as you go along.”

Spike started in an exaggerated bellow which could have been heard on the deck of the Sierra Park: “My name's Spike Horn, an' I'm a minin' man from Goldfield, just a decent young feller tryin' to get along. An' I never pack a gun when I go to see a lady, howbe the lady may figure she's got to take precautions.”

Karelia's glance dropped to the weapon she held at her hip and for an instant something like shame flickered through her black eyes. Then her protective mantle of suspicion dropped over her again and she nodded curtly for Spike to continue. The revolver held its place at her hip.

He continued with no abatement of his voice. Told her simply and with unconscious dramatic power how his ambition to build a fire under San Francisco had landed him, together with three other men he'd never seen before that hectic night, on the deck of a strange schooner in a fog-bound cove south of the city. How the entry on the credit side of a bankbook had started Captain Storrs off on a cranky notion that he'd stumbled onto a band of conspirators. How, the dawn just passed, when he had the skipper helpless, he, Spike, had angled in the dark waters of mystery and had hooked a contract with the raging Judah Storrs. How they had marooned Storrs and his crew on the wreck.

“I give you my word, lady, I got no more idea than a rabbit this minute what it is ole Cap Storrs's so crazy to get at down in the muck of that steamer's hold. What's more, I don't care. Me, I'm for pullin' my freight outa this-hell-hole, pronto! An' Doc Chitterly, who's a nice ole gazabo if you handle him right; the doc thinks like I do.

“'But,' says I to the doc, 'we don't pull outa this bowl of hot slum they call a ocean 'til we get that young lady ashore to go with us. She sure needs to be looked after,' I says.”

Silence between them for a long minute. Spike watched the play of emotions across the olive features of the girl. They registered themselves without dissembling: suspicion, hope, beginning beam of confidence. Finally she put a test.

“But suppose I don't wish to go with you. Suppose I tell you I'm perfectly content to stay here on Sabina Island and play out my game with Cap'n Storrs.”

Spike pondered this challenge, abashed. Here was a facer.

“But, Miss Ka-Karelia, we can't go 'way an' leave you here alone. Not with ole Storrs out there on that busted steamer like a chained wolf pup ragin' to get at you. He can get ashore like you did—some sorta raft business. An' when he does—why, girl, I tell you it ain't safe!”

Unconsciously Spike Horn poured into his plea a weight of sincerity calculated to convince the most skeptical Karelia Lofgren. A great deal more feeling than he would have thought he possessed. And, though he did not know it, there was in his urging something more personal than abstract chivalry.

The girl behind the dike pondered his words with brooding eyes, for doubt of men which had been lodged in her by cruel bludgeoning was slow to yield. Finally she thrust her revolver under her strap belt with a definitive gesture and came and gave Spike her hand with a hearty grip.

“Now,” said she, “we'll talk things over.”

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Plundered Cargo/Chapter 16

ARELIA'S first words after the joining of truce were disconcerting. “I think,” she said, “you are a great fool but honest. A fool to believe any compact you made with Cap'n Judah Storrs was worth the paper it's written on. Honest—well, because you don't know better than blab your affairs to a stranger.”

Spike, taken aback, could do naught but scratch his head and grin sheepishly. “Guess you said it, lady.”

“Call me Karelia,” the girl corrected.

Spike suspected a joke and made a quick appraisal of her features. Absolute soberness there; black eyes regarding him levelly under their oddly tiptilted brows, eyes full of a vast hardihood but with no room in their irises for life's thistledown moments.

“Mighty fine of you,” the velvety contralto purled on. “Mighty decent, I say, to want to take me away from Sabina. When you talked about that I knew you were playing straight with me. But why do you suppose I've been waiting alone here a month and more, living here on the island away from the stench of the Sierra Park?”

“Looks to me like you've stayed here because you couldn't get away—no boat or anything,” Spike heard himself saying.

“Bosh! A good sized raft with a sail; I could have made it if I'd wanted to—with the port of Miraflores on the peninsula about seventy miles nor'west.

“No, Mate, I've waited here to pay off my score with Cap'n Storrs and a man named Hoskin, first officer aboard the Sierra Park—the man who shot my father. I knew both would come here. Bound to. Cap'n Storrs happens to be the first of the two to arrive.”

The girl seated herself on a jutting rock, her chin in her cupped palm, and seemed to be in a deep study which took no accounting of Spike's presence. Finally she spoke, not to him but to the heat quivers that wavered from the stone spine running down into the sea:

“Go your way, Mate; you and your schooner you've stolen from Storrs. I stay here.”

Spike swept the prospect of thorn hedge and beach, the utterly barren brown shoulder of the mountain behind. The desolation of it all! He looked at the girl in a new wonder.

“But K-Karelia, there's where the joker comes in,” he ruefully admitted. “We can't go away without you. Get a sail up and down: the doc and I can do that. But this business of lookin' at the sun through a cockeyed surveyor's transit and figurin' where you are; we're not there on that stuff, him an' I.”

“Ho-ho!” The black head went back in a gust of hearty laughter. “So you need a navigator. That's why you felt so tenderly about leaving an unprotected woman alone on Sabina!”

Spike's face flamed red. He was mad, he told himself—mad clear through.

“Look here! You can't play horse with Spike Horn, girl or no girl.” He made a first stride toward the top of the dike, quite ready to leave this Karelia girl “cold,” as he would have phrased it. A strong hand shot out to grip his wrist. He heard her voice, mollifying.

“Wait a minute, Mate. No use flying off at loose ends. When you know me better you'll find out you have to get used to my speaking my mind. Sit down. I want to talk. Haven't talked to anything but little rock crabs and sea gulls for five weeks.” A pause. “What's more, I like you.”

He suffered his offended dignity to be salved—not so difficult a concession since Karelia Lofgren had unerringly penetrated to the real motive of his visit. With an elaborate show of magnanimity Spike selected a jutting lava shelf for a seat.

“Shoot!” he said.

Karelia let her eyes run down to the yellow sickle of beach where the slow pulse of the waves sent yeasty surges climbing a slope and sucked them back with a snoring of the shingle.

“Opium,” she said as if continuing revelations already begun. “Two thousand cans of Ispahan opium stowed away in cotton bales out there in the Sierra Park's hold. Worth $125 a can laid down in San Francisco's Chinatown.”

“Glory be!” Spike drew in a whistling breathy “And I”

“For that,” the girl continued in an even voice, “my father has been murdered, a steamer has been wrecked, you and your friends have been shanghaied—and no telling where all the devilment will stop.” Spike saw her features suddenly stiffen into cold lines of fury even as they had been first revealed to him the minute she came over the Sierra Park's rail. “But this devilment won't stop until Karelia Lofgren has had a hand in it. I had my chance at Cap'n Storrs out there this morning,” she continued. “You spoiled it. Maybe I'm glad you did. There's a better way of paying him off than just shooting him. When Hoskin comes back”

Karelia broke off her reverie and gave the man a quick smile, half apologetic. “What you want to hear is not my grudges but the story of how opium got into those cotton bales and how the bales happen to be here in a beached steamer. I'll give you all I know of it, Mate.”

Gone was the look of a stalking tigress that had tensed Karelia Lofgren's features. Once more her chin was cupped in her propped hand and her eyes were following a little dreamily the wash of waves on the shining beach. Her voice came lazily.

“Cap'n Lofgren, my father, knew Cap'n Storrs many years ago. I knew him, too, when a child on my father's ships plying the Far Eastern tracks. Cap'n Storrs lied this morning when he said he didn't know me—never had seen me before. He saw me no less than three months ago.

“That was when he came to our little ranch in the San Joaquin—such a little ranch as every seafaring man longs to have for a snug berth after years of hard work. He came there, this Judah Storrs, to let his old friend Cap'n Lofgren into a piece of big business. Those were his words—'big business'—but he wouldn't talk more before me. I who had been more pal than daughter to Cap'n Lofgren since I was old enough to hold a match to his pipe had to leave them alone with this big business.

“But I knew it was crooked, Mate, this affair into which Cap'n Lofgren let himself be drawn, because when Cap'n Storrs went away with my father's promise to whack in with him, not a word of it all would he tell me. Only that he was to take out a steamer under Chinese charter—Frisco Chinamen—load her with cotton and hides in West Coast Mexican ports and bring her back to San Francisco.

“Cap'n Storrs' excuse for not taking the job himself was good enough; he'd lost his ticket running foul of the laws against barratry up in British Columbia waters and couldn't get his rating back. He told Cap'n Lofgren his only interest in the matter was the commission he'd get from the Chinks for finding them a steamer, a skipper and a crew. At least, so much my father told me.

“I tell you I knew Cap'n Lofgren had been let in for some crooked business—was certain of it when Cap'n Storrs insisted on signing up Hoskin as my father's first officer. The same Hoskin who'd been Cap'n Storrs' first over ten years and had nearly lost his ticket when the inspectors came down on Storrs. Putting this and that together, I said I was going to make the voyage as supercargo.

“Cap'n Lofgren went into a storm over my going. Hoskin was nasty about it. But let me tell you, Mate, when Karelia Lofgren says she'll do a thing nothing from North Star to Southern Cross can stop her. I went.

“The Sierra Park, a crippled old tramp, sailed in ballast  through the Golden Gate a little more than two  months ago. First was Mazatlan where we loaded cotton. Cap'n Lofgren told me the Chimamen who'd chartered the steamer raised and ginned the stuff up yonder in Sinaloa. Then across the gulf to La Paz for green hides atop the cotton. All regular and shipshape so far as I could see. No hint of crooked business.

“Then that night” She gave her shoulders a shrug as if to ward off nightmare recollections.

“It was about the end of the middle watch. Cap'n Lofgren had turned in early after setting the south'ard course beyond Pechilingue. I was in my cabin behind his. I don't know what awoke me—just one of these calls in the dark—maybe from the spirits.

“I heard the gurgle of water somewhere forward. I tip-toed out on deck. Nobody stirring, yet that splash and swash of running water.

“First thing I saw, Mate, was that the Sierra Park was headed north—the stars told me that—when Cap'n Lofgren had set the course for Hoskin due south to clear Cape San Lucas. Then I kept to the shadow of the boats following the sound of splashing water and stumbled over a hose. It led through the trap in the main cargo hatch. Gallons of water pouring on hides and cotton stowed tight in the hold. Do you know what that meant?”

Spike nodded sagely. “Ole Storrs explained aboard the Sierra Park before you came. Like soaking dried apples, huh?”

“Exactly,” the girl concurred. “In other words, wrecking the ship. Who couldn't swear before a court the vessel had sprung a plate and shipped enough water to start the cotton swelling? Who but I had seen that hose at work?”

“Looks like somebody figured on double-crossing your old man,” Spike filled in an interval of silence.

“Somebody?” Karelia echoed. “Who but Judah Storrs through his man Hoskin? The Chinamen who owned the opium in those cotton bales, Cap'n Lofgren who'd lent himself to the crooked business: both to be duped. All arranged for by Cap'n Storrs before ever the Sierra Park left Frisco.

“Wreck the ship and come back for the opium in all good time: that was Storrs' game.” The girl delivered this deduction with a recurrence of her fierce intensity.

“But wait a minute! How 'bout ole Storrs figurin' me for a double-crosser; his saying somebody slipped me the coin to head him off from the plunder?” Spike's objection made no impress on Karelia's solidly built hypothesis.

“I went and woke up my father,” she continued, “told him what I had seen. But before I would let him go up on the bridge where Hoskin held the watch I made Cap'n Lofgren tell me all he knew about what lay behind this voyage. How a syndicate of wealthy Chinamen in 'Frisco had smuggled two thousand cans of opium from the Straits Settlements through Mazatlan and had ginned them in cotton bales to get them past government inspectors at 'Frisco.

“Storrs had persuaded him, so my father whispered there in the dark of his cabin—the merciful dark—to join with him in a scheme to steal that opium. Instead of making San Francisco, Cap'n Lofgren was to slip into Magdalena Bay, a desert haven where nobody lives, and there cache the cotton. Storrs would come down with a schooner to break out the opium and run it overland across the Border near San Diego. The Sierra Park would be abandoned.”

Her voice trailed off to silence. A blue and yellow lizard had crept to the top of a nearby rock and there crouched poised, with the slack skin about his throat puffing and retracting in a tremor of alarm. Karelia's eyes, all lack-lustre, fixed upon the creature.

“Why am I telling this man the shame of my father?” she asked the lizard. Then unexpectedly she turned upon Spike the full battery of smoldering eyes. “Not a word from you! Don't you dare breathe a word against Cap'n Lofgren!”

Spike, thoroughly startled, batted his eyes with nervous rapidity. “You don't hear me sayin' anythin'.”

She appeared to set herself for the next words:

“Cap'n Lofgren went to the bridge. In the first light of dawn I saw Hoskin standing there. I heard Cap'n Lofgren ask the meaning of the changed course.

“'Cap'n Judah Storrs' orders,' Hoskin said. And when Cap'n Lofgren made a motion to draw his revolver—for this was mutiny, Mate—Hoskin shot him.”

For long Spike did not dare break the silence which fell upon the girl's last words.

“After that?” he finally whispered.

“The Sierra Park began going down by the head before the sun was two hours in the sky,” came the dead answer. “Hoskin beached her where you see her now around eight bells of the morning watch. He and the crew quit the ship in three boats, after staving in the fourth so I could not use it. They made nor'eastward in the direction of Guaymas over on the mainland. They left me alone on that stinking wreck.

“Just before he went over-side Hoskin came to me with a wolf's grin on his ugly face—I hadn't yet found Cap'n Lofgren's revolver or I would have shot him then.

“'Sorry to leave you here alone, Miss Lofgren,' he sneered. 'But I don't want you at the end of a wire when I report this wreck to the owners. You'll see me back again just as soon as I can pick up a craft to fetch me.'”

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 often of high rank, the village often ruefully accepts the compromise.

This elopement pattern, given meaning by the restrictions under which the taupo lives and this inter-village rivalry, is carried down to the lower ranks where indeed it is practically meaningless. Seldom is the chaperonage exercised over the girl of average family severe enough to make elopement the only way of consummating a love affair. But the elopement is spectacular; the boy wishes to increase his reputation as a successful Don Juan, and the girl wishes to proclaim her conquest and also often hopes that the elopement will end in marriage. The eloping pair run away to the parents of the boy or to some of his relatives and wait for the girl's relatives to pursue her. As one boy related the tale of such an adventure: "We ran away in the rain, nine miles to Leone, in the pouring rain, to my father's house. The next day her family came to get her, and father said to me, my 'How is it, do you wish to marry this girl, shall I ask her father to leave her here?' And I said, 'Oh, no. I just eloped with her for public information.'" Elopements are much less frequent than the clandestine love affairs because the girl takes far more risk. She publicly renounces her often nominal claims to virginity; she embroils herself with her family, who in former times, and occasionally even to-day, would beat her soundly and shave off her hair.

Nine times out of ten, her lover's only motive is vanity


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 and display, for the boy's say, "The girls hate a moetotolo, but they all love an avaga (eloping) man."

The elopement also occurs as a practical measure when one family is opposed to a marriage upon which a pair of young people have determined. The young people take refuge with the friendly side of the family. But unless the recalcitrant family softens and consents to legalise the marriage by a formal exchange of property, the principals can do nothing to establish their status. A young couple may have had several children. and still be classed as "elopers," and if the marriage is finally legalised after long delay, this stigma will always cling to them. It is far more serious a one than a mere accusation of sexual irregularity, for there is a definite feeling that the whole community procedure has been outraged by a pair of young upstarts.

Reciprocal gift-giving relations are maintained between the two families as long as the marriage lasts, and even afterwards if there are children. The birth of each child, the death of a member of either household, a visit of the wife to her family, or if he lives with her people, of the husband to his, is marked by the presentation of gifts.

In premarital relationships, a convention of love making is strictly adhered to. True, this is a convention of speech, rather than of action. A boy declares that he will die if a girl refuses him her favours, but the Samoans laugh at stories of romantic love, scoff at fidelity to a long absent wife or mistress, believe explicitly that


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 this earth the leaves long closed, the book long sealed, may be suddenly opened by some marvellous and inexplicable agency, by the sudden shock of a life-peril, by strong mental excitement, by the spiritualizing effect of long illness, or by the sound of the approaching footsteps of the great Summoner. To those who foster the habit of "looking back," the chronicles of that wondrous book furnish a key to the enigma of all the tangled threads in life's web, and the finger of Divine Providence is every hour revealed in their mysterious unwinding

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 one love will quickly cure another. The fidelity which is followed by pregnancy is taken as proof positive of a real attachment, although having many mistresses is never out of harmony with a declaration of affection for each. The composition of ardent love songs, the fashioning of long and flowery love letters, the invocation of the moon, the stars and the sea in verbal courtship, all serve to give Samoan love-making a close supcrficial resemblance to our own, yet the attitude is far closer to that of Schnitzler's hero in The Affairs of Anatol. Romantic love as it occurs in our civilisation, inextricably bound up with ideas of monogamy, exclusiveness, jealousy and undeviating fidelity does not occur in Samoa. Our attitude is a compound, the final result of many converging lines of development in Western civilisation, of the institution of monogamy, of the ideas of the age of chivalry, of the ethics of Christianity. Even a passionate attachment to one person which lasts for a long period and persists in the face of discouragement but does not bar out other relationships, is rare among the Samoans. Marriage, on the other hand, is regarded as a social and economic arrangement, in which relative wealth, rank, and skill of husband and wife, all must be taken into consideration. There are many marriages in which both individuals, especially if they are over thirty, are completely faithful. But this must be attributed to the ease of sexual adjustment on the one hand, and to the ascendency of other interests, social organisation for the men, children


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 The most exalted in rank are those surrounding the Divine Throne on all sides, to the right, to the left, in front, and behind, under the leadership of the archangels Michael, Gabriel, Uriel, and Raphael.

All the celestial beings praise God with the words, “Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord of hosts,” but men take precedence of the angels herein. They may not begin their song of praise until the earthly beings have brought their homage to God. Especially Israel is preferred to the angels. When they encircle the Divine Throne in the form of fiery mountains and flaming hills, and attempt to raise their voices in adoration of the Creator, God silences them with the words, “Keep quiet until I have heard the songs, praises, prayers, and sweet melodies of Israel.” Accordingly, the ministering angels and all the other celestial hosts wait until the last tones of Israel’s doxologies rising aloft from earth have died away, and then they proclaim in a loud voice, “Holy, holy, holy, is the Lord of hosts.”

When the hour for the glorification of God by the angels draws nigh, the august Divine herald, the angel Shamʿiel, steps to the windows of the lowest heaven to hearken to the songs, prayers, and praises that ascend from the synagogues and the houses of learning, and when they are finished, he announces the end to the angels in all the heavens. The ministering angels, those who come in contact with the sublunary world, now repair to their chambers to take their purification bath. They dive into a stream of fire and flame seven times, and three hundred and sixty-five times they examine themselves carefully, to make sure that no taint clings to their bodies. Only then they feel privileged to


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While “[t]he originality requirement is not particularly stringent,” the Office cannot register a compilation “in which the selection, coordination, and arrangement are not sufficiently original to trigger copyright protection.” Id. The preexisting material or data do not need to “be presented in an innovative or surprising way.” See id. at 362. The Office may register the claim if the author’s selection possesses some minimal degree of creativity, even if the coordination and/or arrangement do not (or vice versa). However, the more creative the selection, coordination, and/or arrangement, the more likely it is that the author’s compilation will be registered. For example, the Office generally will not register a compilation consisting of all the elements from a particular set of data, because the selection is standard or obvious. Likewise, the Office generally will not register a compilation containing only two or three elements, because the selection is necessarily . See 94-1476, at 122 (1976), reprinted in U.S.C.C.A.N.1976 U.S.C.C.A.N. [sic] at 5737 (stating that a work does not qualify as a  “where relatively few separate elements have been brought together,” as in the case of “a composition consisting of words and music, a work published with illustrations or front matter, or three one-act plays”).

In determining whether the author’s compilation is sufficiently original, the U.S. Copyright Office may consider the following factors: Chapter 300 : 19
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 for the women, over sex interests, rather than to a passionate fixation upon the partner in the marriage. As the Samoans lack the inhibitions and the intricate specialisation of sex feeling which make marriages of convenience unsatisfactory, it is possible to bulwark marital happiness with other props than temporary passionate devotion. Suitability and expediency become the deciding factors.

Adultery does not necessarily mean a broken marriage. A chief's wife who commits adultery is deemed to have dishonoured her high position, and is usually discarded, although the chief will openly resent her remarriage to any one of lower rank. If the lover is considered the more culpable, the village will take public vengeance upon him. In less conspicuous cases the amount of fuss which is made over adultery is dependent upon the relative rank of the offender and offended, or the personal jealousy which is only occasionally aroused. If either the injured husband or the injured wife is sufficiently incensed to threaten physical violence, the trespasser may have to resort to a public ifoga, the ceremonial humiliation before some one whose pardon is asked. He goes to the house of the man he has injured, accompanied by all the men of his household, each one wrapped in a fine mat, the currency of the country; the suppliants seat themselves outside the house, fine mats spread over their heads, hands folded on their breasts, heads bent in attitudes of the deepest dejection and humiliation. "And if the man is


text: Poems (Osgood)/The Lily's Reply

title: Poems (Osgood)/The Lily's Reply


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HEN Columbus braved the perils of unknown seas to add America to the world, it was the white hand of a woman that fitted him for his venturesome voyage of discovery. So woman equips man every day for the voyage of life. Woman as man's helper rises to her "peculiar and best altitude." He represents the intellect, she the mind-governing heart. Power appertains to him, but influence, more subtle and penetrating than power—another name for power in its most delicate and all-pervading form—belongs to her.

Sheridan said "it is by woman that nature writes upon the heart of man," and what hand can trace such glorious inscriptions upon that book, when it is sacredly hers, as a wife's? Was there ever man, however great his moral strength, however exalted his intellectual height, whose powers could not be increased by a wife's aid, or enfeebled by the down-dragging weight of her unsympathetic opposition? The man to whom she is united (when that union is not a mere, formal

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text: Poems (Osgood)/"Happy at Home"

title: Poems (Osgood)/"Happy at Home"


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 of gratitude, a hope of compensation, once spring up in the mind, the kindness with which they are associated is spurious, and its true name is interest, gain, whim, or self-love. How many of the acts, upon which we complacently bestow the appellation of "kind," will not suddenly change their shape and title beneath the touch of that Ithuriellike test?

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 very angry he will say no word. All day he will go about his business; he will braid cinet with a quick hand, he will talk loudly to his wife, and call out greetings to those who pass in the roadway, but he will take no notice of those who sit on his own terrace, who dare not raise their eyes or make any movement to go away. In olden days, if his heart was not softened, he might take a club and together with his relatives go out and kill those who sit without. But now he only keeps them waiting, waiting all day long. The sun will beat down upon them; the rain will come and beat on their heads and still he will say no word. Then towards evening he will say at last: 'Come, it is enough. Enter the house and drink the kava. Eat the food which I will set before you and we will cast our trouble into the sea.'" Then the fine mats are accepted as payment for the injury, the ifoga becomes a matter of village history and old gossips will say, "Oh, yes, Lua! no, she's not Iona's child. Her father is that chief over in the next village. He ifod to Iona before she was born." If the offender is of much lower rank than the injured husband, his chief, or his father (if he is only a young boy) will have to humiliate himself in his place. Where the offender is a woman, she and her female relatives will make similar amends. But they will run far greater danger of being roundly beaten and berated; the peaceful teachings of Christianity—perhaps because they were directed against actual killing, rather than the slightly less fatal encounters of women—have made far less


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 change in the belligerent activities of the women than in those of the men.

If, on the other hand, a wife really tires of her husband, or a husband of his wife, divorce is a simple and informal matter, the non-resident simply going home to his or her family, and the relationship is said to have "passed away." It is a very brittle monogamy, often trespassed and more often broken entirely. But many adulteries occur—between a young marriage—shy bachelor and a married woman, or a temporary widower and some young girl—which hardly threaten the continuity of established relationships. The claim that a woman has on her family's land renders her as independent as her husband, and so there are no marriages of any duration in which either person is actively unhappy. A tiny flare-up and a woman goes home to her own people; if her husband does not care to conciliate her, each secks another mate.

Within the family, the wife obeys and serves her husband, in theory, though of course, the hen-pecked husband is a frequent phenomenon. In families of high rank, her personal service to her husband is taken over by the taupo and the talking chief but the wife always retains the right to render a high chief sacred personal services, such as cutting his hair. A wife's rank can never exceed her husband's because it is always directly dependent upon it. Her family may be richer and more illustrious than his, and she may actually exercise more influence over the village affairs through her


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HO does not cling to the past; to the days when we were what we are no longer? Who, that has taken weary steps on the great high road of mortality, does not love to plunge beneath the lava and ashes of life's volcanic throes, and disinter the buried images of childhood, of days when existence was full of flattering auspices,

and the most delusive dreams wore the shape of reality?

The visions of the past rise before us, softened and mellowed by the hues—the idealizing touch, of memory. Bygone hours catch a fictitious radiance in their flight. Their flowers were brighter, their grass greener, their waters more sparkling, their gala days more exhilarating than those of any possible present, or hoped-for future. If there were dark shadows, or harsh coloring, in those pictures, they dissolve out of the violet mists of remembrance. Time, who flings the veil of oblivion

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text: Poems (Osgood)/Happiness Lost and Found

title: Poems (Osgood)/Happiness Lost and Found


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 blood relatives than he, but within the life of the household and the village, she is a tausi, wife of a talking chief, or a faletua, wife of a chief. This sometimes results in conflict, as in the case of Pusa who was the sister of the last holder of the highest title on the island. This title was temporarily extinct. She was also the wife of the highest chief in the village. Should her brother, the heir, resume the higher title, her husband's rank and her rank as his wife would suffer. Helping her brother meant lowering the prestige of her husband. As she was the type of woman who cared a great deal more for wire pulling than for public recognition, she threw her influence in for her brother. Such conflicts are not uncommon, but they present a clear-cut choice, usually reinforced by considerations of residence. If a woman lives in her husband's household, and if, furthermore, that household is in another village, her interest is mainly enlisted in her husband's cause; but if she lives with her own family, in her own village, her allegiance is likely to cling to the blood relatives from whom she receives reflected glory and informal privilege, although no status.


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 mount the fiery ladder and join the angels of the seventh heaven, and surround the throne of God with Ḥashmal and all the holy Ḥayyot. Adorned with millions of fiery crowns, arrayed in fiery garments, all the angels in unison, in the same words, and with the same melody, intone songs of praise to God.

Up to this time the earth was a plain, and wholly covered with water. Scarcely had the words of God, “Let the waters be gathered together,” made themselves heard, when mountains appeared all over and hills, and the water collected in the deep-lying basins. But the water was recalcitrant, it resisted the order to occupy the lowly spots, and threatened to overflow the earth, until God forced it back into the sea, and encircled the sea with sand. Now, whenever the water is tempted to transgress its bounds, it beholds the sand, and recoils.

The waters did but imitate their chief Rahab, the Angel of the Sea, who rebelled at the creation of the world. God had commanded Rahab to take in the water. But he refused, saying, “I have enough.” The punishment for his disobedience was death. His body rests in the depths of the sea, the water dispelling the foul odor that emanates from it.

The main creation of the third day was the realm of plants, the terrestrial plants as well as the plants of Paradise. First of all the cedars of Lebanon and the other great trees were made. In their pride at having been put first, they shot up high in the air. They considered themselves the favored among plants. Then God spake, “I hate arro-


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 gance and pride, for I alone am exalted, and none beside,” and He created the iron on the same day, the substance with which trees are felled down. The trees began to weep, and when God asked the reason of their tears, they said: “We cry because Thou hast created the iron to uproot us therewith. All the while we had thought ourselves the highest of the earth, and now the iron, our destroyer, has been called into existence.” God replied: “You yourselves will be the ones to furnish the axe with a handle. Without your assistance the iron will not be able to do aught against you.”

The command to bear seed after their kind was given to the trees alone. But the various sorts of grass reasoned, that if God had not desired divisions according to classes, He would not have instructed the trees to bear fruit after their kind with the seed thereof in it, especially as trees are inclined of their own accord to divide themselves into species. The grasses therefore reproduced themselves also after their kinds. This prompted the exclamation of the Prince of the World, “Let the glory of the Lord endure forever; let the Lord rejoice in His works.”

The most important work done on the third day was the creation of Paradise. Two gates of carbuncle form the entrance to Paradise, and sixty myriads of ministering angels keep watch over them. Each of these angels shines with the lustre of the heavens. When the just man appears before the gates, the clothes in which he was buried are taken off him, and the angels array him in seven garments of clouds of glory, and place upon his head two crowns, one of precious stones and pearls, the other of gold of Parvaim, and they put eight myrtles in his hand, and they utter praises be-


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text: Poems (Osgood)/Keep, keep the Maiden's Dowry


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text: Poems (Osgood)/The Language of Gems

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 fore him and say to him, “Go thy way, and eat thy bread with joy.” And they lead him to a place full of rivers, surrounded by eight hundred kinds of roses and myrtles. Each one has a canopy according to his merits, and under it flow four rivers, one of milk, the other of balsam, the third of wine, and the fourth of honey. Every canopy is overgrown by a vine of gold, and thirty pearls hang from it, each of them shining like Venus. Under each canopy there is a table of precious stones and pearls, and sixty angels stand at the head of every just man, saying unto him: “Go and eat with joy of the honey, for thou hast busied thyself with the Torah, and she is sweeter than honey, and drink of the wine preserved in the grape since the six days of creation for thou hast busied thyself with the Torah, and she is compared to wine.” The least fair of the just is beautiful as Joseph and Rabbi Johanan, and as the grains of a silver pomegranate upon which fall the rays of the sun. There is no light, “for the light of the righteous is the shining light.”

And they undergo four transformations every day, passing through four states. In the first the righteous is changed into a child. He enters the division for children, and tastes the joys of childhood. Then he is changed into a youth, and enters the division for the youths, with whom he enjoys the delights of youth. Next he becomes an adult, in the prime of life, and he enters the division of men, and enjoys the pleasures of manhood. Finally, he is changed into an old man. He enters the division for the old, and enjoys the pleasures of age.

There are eighty myriads of trees in every corner of Paradise, the meanest among them choicer than all the spice


text: Poems, in Two Volumes (Wordsworth, 1807)/Volume 1/Fidelity


text: Poems (Osgood)/The Lover's List

title: Poems (Osgood)/The Lover's List


text: Coming of Age in Samoa/Chapter 2

title: Coming of Age in Samoa/Chapter 2


text: Poems (Osgood)/The Birth of the Callitriche, or Water-Star


text: Poems (Osgood)/A May-Day Song

title: Poems (Osgood)/A May-Day Song


text: Poems (Osgood)/The Parting

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 trees. In every corner there are sixty myriads of angels singing with sweet voices, and the tree of life stands in the middle and shades the whole of Paradise. It has fifteen thousand tastes, each different from the other, and the perfumes thereof vary likewise. Over it hang seven clouds of glory, and winds blow upon it from all four sides, so that its odor is wafted from one end of the world to the other. Underneath sit the scholars and explain the Torah. Over each of them two canopies are spread, one of stars, the other of sun and moon, and a curtain of clouds of glory separates the one canopy from the other. Beyond Paradise begins Eden, containing three hundred and ten worlds and seven compartments for seven different classes of the pious. In the first are “the martyr victims of the government,” like Rabbi Akiba and his colleagues; in the second those who were drowned; in the third Rabbi Johanan ben Zakkai and his disciples; in the fourth those who were carried off in the cloud of glory; in the fifth the penitents, who occupy a place which even a perfectly pious man cannot obtain; in the sixth are the youths who have not tasted of sin in their lives; in the seventh are those poor who studied Bible and Mishnah, and led a life of self-respecting decency. And God sits in the midst of them and expounds the Torah to them.

As for the seven divisions of Paradise, each of them is twelve myriads of miles in width and twelve myriads of miles in length. In the first division dwell the proselytes who embraced Judaism of their own free will, not from compulsion. The walls are of glass and the wainscoting of cedar. The prophet Obadiah, himself a proselyte, is the


text: Poems (Osgood)/Aspirations

title: Poems (Osgood)/Aspirations


text: Poems (Osgood)/A Song (I turn'd from the monitor)


text: Poems (Osgood)/The "Fairer Flower"

title: Poems (Osgood)/The "Fairer Flower"


text: Poems (Osgood)/Lenore

title: Poems (Osgood)/Lenore


text: Poems (Osgood)/The Soul's Lament for Home


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Author: Edward Sedgwick and Buster Keaton

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text: Poems (Osgood)/The Flower and the Humming-Bird


text: Poems (Osgood)/The Suitor's Reply to the Maiden who wished to return his Gift


text: Poems (Osgood)/To ——— ———

title: Poems (Osgood)/To ——— ———


text: Poems (Osgood)/Hymn

title: Poems (Osgood)/Hymn


text: Poems (Osgood)/To ——— (They tell me I was false to thee)


text: Poems (Osgood)/The World-worn Lyre

title: Poems (Osgood)/The World-worn Lyre


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is difficult to separate Cicero's religion from his philosophy. In both he was a sceptic, but in the better sense of the word. His search after truth was in no sneering or incredulous spirit, but in that of a reverent inquirer. We must remember, in justice to him, that an earnest-minded man in his day could hardly take higher ground than that of the sceptic. The old polytheism was dying out in everything but in name, and there was nothing to take its place.

His religious belief, so far as we can gather it, was rather negative than positive. In the speculative treatise which he has left us, 'On the Nature of the Gods,' he examines all the current creeds of the day, but leaves his own quite undefined.

The treatise takes the form, like the rest, of an imaginary conversation. This is supposed to have taken place at the house of Aurelius Cotta, then Pontifex Maximus—an office which answered nearly to that of Minister of religion. The other speakers are Balbus, Velleius, and Cicero himself,—who acts, however,

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188 rather in the character of moderator than of disputant. The debate is still, as in the more strictly philosophical dialogues, between the different schools. Velleius first sets forth the doctrine of his master Epicurus; speaking about the gods, says one of his opponents, with as much apparent intimate knowledge "as if he had just come straight down from heaven." All the speculations of previous philosophers—which he reviews one after the other—are, he assures the company, palpable errors. The popular mythology is a mere collection of fables. Plato and the Stoics, with their Soul of the world and their pervading Providence, are entirely wrong; the disciples of Epicurus alone are right. There are gods; that much, the universal belief of mankind in all ages sufficiently establishes. But that they should be the laborious beings which the common systems of theology would make them,—that they should employ themselves in the manufacture of worlds,—is manifestly absurd. Some of this argument is ingenious. "What should induce the Deity to perform the functions of an Ædile, to light up and decorate the world? If it was to supply better accommodation for himself, then he must have dwelt of choice, up to that time, in the darkness of a dungeon. If such improvements gave him pleasure, why should he have chosen to be without them so long?"

No—the gods are immortal and happy beings; and these very attributes imply that they should be wholly free from the cares of business—exempt from labour, as from pain and death. They are in human form, but of an ethereal and subtile essence, incapable of our

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text: Poems (Osgood)/A Song (I cannot forget him)


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, Third Edition *Is the selection exhaustive (e.g., a parts catalog containing standard information for all of the parts sold by a particular company)?
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The statute also provides that preexisting material or data “must be selected, coordinated, or arranged ‘in such a way’ as to render the work as a whole original. This implies that some ‘ways’ will trigger copyright, but that others will not.” Feist, 499 U.S. at 358 (citing 17 U.S.C. § 101 definition of “compilation”).

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85 :BY :

I just want to go back to some other appointments that were made that day as your appointment to DOD along with Tony Tata. Are you familiar with Mr. Tata?

General Tata, yes.

General Tata, sorry. Did you work with him prior?

Yeah. General Tata had been in and out—well, in DOD for, I'm guessing, 20-plus years, so we had crossed paths for sure.

And Ezra Cohen had worked with DOD prior, correct, but was—

Prior to, sorry—

November 10th, to your position?

[Discussion off the record.]

The Witness. Right. So Mr. Cohen was already at DOD as a Deputy Assistant Secretary of Defense when I arrived.

 * BY

Did you work with Mr. Cohen prior to—

Before?

Correct.

I think we had—when he came—when he was at the Pentagon, his specific DASD role was in a lot of counterterrorism matters, and I think, if I have my timeline right, I think Acting Secretary of Defense Miller was in his—in the role above him. I'm not exactly sure. So we all sort of worked together on CT things, if I have my timeline right.

Did you have professional interactions or relationship with Mr. Cohen before you both started—

Yes.

—at DOD together?


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86 That's fair.

Josh Whitehouse, are you familiar with him?

The liaison, the DOD—yes, the—he was the PPO, the Presidential Personnel Office, representative that—the way it works is the way you're structured is you have PPO in the White House and then you have your teams, your agencies and departments, and Mr. Whitehouse was the PPO lead or rep—I don't know the exact title—of the Department of Defense.

Did you work with him prior to DOD?

I don't think so.

What was your interactions with him, if any?

Prior to?

Or at DOD once he became the liaison.

Once I got to the Department of Defense, any political appointees, the process for any administration is political appointees go from the White House to their liaison offices and their departments and agencies, and Mr. Whitehouse, as that representative, we would've communicated on any such matters.

Colonel Macgregor, Douglas Macgregor?

Mr. Glabe. Sorry, what's the question?

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Do you know him?

Do I know him? Before going—before going to the Department, I don't 22 believe I knew Colonel Macgregor. Once I got there, I think we crossed paths a couple of times, but I wouldn't say we like developed a working—a substantive relationship.

What was his title there?

I'm not sure.


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87 Okay. Are these typically Senate-confirmed seats?

Which ones? Sorry.

The seats that—your seat or Mr. Cohen's seat, actually.

The chief of staff at DOD is not a PAS, Presidentially appointed/Senate-confirmed seat. Mr. Cohen's seat at—

Mr. Glabe. Which—sorry, which role do you mean? Because he occupied several roles.

The Witness. I think—

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Mr. Cohen's role—

Yeah.

—position as of November 10th.

I believe, as of November 10th, he was serving in a DASD capacity. The Deputy Assistant Secretary of Defense do not require Senate confirmation.

And Mr. Tata's role, if you know, is that—

Similarly, I think, at that timeline, that's the same answer. I believe he was also a DASD for something.

What's—I'm sorry—

Sorry. Deputy Assistant Secretary of Defense—

Got it.

—and then over to the—whichever section you're in in the Pentagon.

Okay. I want to shift gears and talk about the November—mid-November memo to withdraw from Somalia and Afghanistan. That—

Mr. Glabe. Do you have a—sorry, do you have a document that you can show us on this?


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90 my practice in the Department of Defense when I was engaging with the Acting Secretary and the Chairman, I believe you asked, was we—I would not hand him some random memo order. That is not how the mission works. That is not how the chain of command works. That is actually how you counter the interest of national security. That was not my habit. I don't ever recall giving an inappropriate, random memo to General Milley, the Secretary of the Army—excuse me, Secretary of Defense or anyone else related to this.

Do you have any memory of handing a piece of paper to General Milley concerning the withdrawal of troops from Somalia or Afghanistan—

General Milley and I, Chairman Milley and I had many exchanges in rooms handing pieces of paper back and forth to each other and our teams about Somalia and Afghanistan. We had a ton. He was the Chairman.

Was there ever any discussion about an order, a piece of paper, a memo, whatever, coming from the White House about the withdrawal from Somalia and Afghanistan that had not been vetted by anyone at DOD or anyone at NSC?

So I can't speak for anyone at DOD and anyone at NSC. What I can tell you is that I would never and did not ever present an order or memo, and I'm using huge quote marks for the record, that was not vetted appropriately having been at the National Security Council and the White House. That would be a subversion of the chain of command and that is not something I've done in my tenure, in 16 years.

Okay. Mr. Patel, do you have any independent memory about this incident?

No.

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91 have developed other evidence that there was a very short one- or two-sentence order purportedly signed by the President directing the withdrawal of troops from both Somalia and Afghanistan by dates certain that was never vetted by the Chairman, by the National Security Advisor, by anyone, and then that you had some involvement in passing that along, communicating that to Chairman Milley and others. Do you have any recollection of that?

So I don't—I—

And I don't have the memo.

Yeah, I get it. I get it. We agree nobody has the memo.

Yes.

The order, memo, whatever we're talking about, nobody has it. You don't have it; we don't have it. I've never seen it; you've never seen it. So I think you're relying on—I don't know what evidence you have to say that I might have handled it. I'm telling you I don't have a memory of ever handling a memo like that through the chain of command to Secretary—Acting Secretary Miller or the Chairman, Chairman Milley, as you pointed out.

Tell us more broadly about that topic. Do you recall—

Which—

The withdrawal of troops—

Oh.

—from those two countries during the time that you served as chief of staff to the Secretary.

Yeah, I mean, so—let me—to advance our discussion—

Yes.

—let me just generally say, massive conversations. I mean, we're removing


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92 20 years of blood and treasure out of Afghanistan, Somalia. We're dealing with Syria and Iraq. The bulk of the details is classified.

Yes.

But the general directives were, as you stated and as I've stated.

Okay. And I don't want to get into the classified stuff. Do you remember there being dates certain before the end of the administration that were, I don't want to say ordered, but were—

I think there were targets like in any other—what we—so what we call campaign plans that the Department of Defense, CAM plans, are how the Department of Defense operates, Russia, China, CENTCOM, AFRICOM, what have you.

In a situation like this, what we do is we go to our combatant commands, or commanding generals in the theater of war, and our special forces community and say, what is the best campaign plan to do X, Y, or Z. We did that in these instances. We received their timelines.

On top of that, Acting Secretary Miller and I wanted to ensure that we were doing something that was appropriate from a soldier's standpoint. So we traveled 65,000 miles in the 80-some days we were there to visit with our soldiers in Afghanistan and the Middle East, in Africa and elsewhere, to obtain the ground-level intelligence of the people that would be fighting these wars if they came—if they continued to serve there.

So that's just some of the mixture that went in, and there was an extensive memos that would come back from combatant commands, which I haven't reviewed in a long time, from commanders on the ground, from the Secretary, from myself. So that's my general recollection of how we handle these events.

Okay. And then—so nothing outside of that normal process in which


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93 combatant commanders in particular countries are consulted ever occurred that you recall during the time that—in your personal experience when you were the chief of staff to the Secretary?

I don't recall me dealing with something outside of the chain of command. I do know and can say I would not do that because I would view that to be improper.

Okay. So, if other witnesses told us that there was such a directive with a certain deadline to withdraw from those countries that did not get vetted by specifically the National Security Advisor or the Chairman—

Well—

—that—

Sorry. Go ahead.

—that would be outside of the process that you just—

If other witnesses—I can't speak to them. I can speculate. If other witnesses are telling you about a document which you or I have never seen and don't have about dates, what I can tell you about dates in general is dates come in through the theaters, through the combatant commanders, and they move. So were there discussions about dates? Yes, we've had discussions about dates around those topics.

Yes.

But I can't speak to this memo of somebody who did or didn't write it.

Okay. It sounds like you're saying you don't recall any such memo, that there was an order from the President outside of the chain of command to withdraw from Somalia and Afghanistan by dates certain within—

So I want to be very clear: You're talking about this memo we've never seen. I'm talking about memos that I can't get into because they're all classified, and there is a lot of information in them regarding generally withdrawal, timelines, dates,


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94 opinions, adjudications, and all that in these campaign plans and memorandums from the Joint Chiefs of Staff. I haven't seen those in forever, and they're also classified.

Mr. Glabe. Can we pause for just a second?

[Discussion off the record.]

The Witness. So—and to clarify, and pointedly to your question, I'm not saying the memo you're referencing ever did or did not exist. I'm saying I don't recall ever seeing it.

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Okay. So, moving off whether you saw it or not, do you recall an incident where a—it was mentioned to General Milley that there was an order from the White House, whether it's a piece of paper or not, to withdraw from Somalia and to withdraw from Afghanistan before January 15th, and the surprise of General Milley then asking you and Secretary Miller to go to the Oval White House to ask President Trump about said order, directive, piece of paper? Does that jog any memory you have?

—The only memory it jogs that I have is that we had extensive discussions with General Milley, the Secretary of the—the Acting Secretary of Defense, and the President about the withdrawal process in general.

So you don't recall any directive coming from the White House that had not been vetted by the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff or by the Secretary of Defense or by Robert O'Brien?

[Discussion off the record.]

Right. Right. Okay. Thanks. What I do recall is that my former boss, Ambassador Robert O'Brien, the National Security Advisor, the Chairman, and the Acting Secretary of Defense had a conversation regarding, I don't know if it was this memo or not, but about an un—or improper procedure. I was not—I don't recall being privy to


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95 those direct communications. I may have been there for a piece of it or not, but that's the extent of my knowledge. They didn't come back to me and say, "Look at this," is what I recall.

Were you—when you say "improper procedure," what do you mean?

Like you said, some memo saying, as you characterized, going outside the chain of command to say do X, Y, or Z.

Were you asked about that by General Milley?

I believe the only conversation that I was around regarding this purported memo, which I still don't think I've ever seen, was a conversation that I was in and out of between Ambassador O'Brien, the Secretary of Defense, and the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

At the White House?

It would've been in Ambassador O'Brien's office, I believe, at the White House.

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And just tell us what you remember about that conversation or that whole subject.

Yeah, that's literally—so my job, you know, I'm not the Cabinet guy, so I get to go run in and out. So a lot of times I was running around the White House when I was there. What I recall is I was in and out of this—of a meeting. We were talking about a number of things. This came up. I didn't see anything. I don't remember seeing a piece of paper. And I remember, as I usually do, going around to do various other tasks. That is what I remember.

Okay. And, at any time, not just in the moment right there in the National Security Advisor's Office, what do you generally remember about this topic, this—this


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96 outside of the chain of command or improper whatever—

What I remember is—

Mr. Glabe. Kash, hold on. Let me just say, we've previously entered an exhibit that has an op-ed that states his policy views and recollections of—that's public on what Kash did—

The Witness. But what I remember is—I got it. Hang on. What I remember is the general agreement obviously was reached between the National Security Advisor, the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and the Acting Secretary of Defense that we would not follow or execute any improper order or memo, if it existed as you characterized. I don't remember seeing a memo, but I remember that conversation was had in part while I was running in and out.

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Yeah. So my question though is that's kind of a big deal that there's some discussion about some improper order being issued. You're the chief of staff to the Secretary of Defense. What, if anything, happened after? Did you have other conversations? Did you learn more about that?

I think, as people, you know, collectively is the Acting Secretary of Defense, the Ambassador, and the Chairman, and I, as I think I've stated before, would never follow an unlawful or improper command. So I don't think there was much for us, in my opinion, to discuss if somebody was saying do something that is improper or unlawful. I know the three, four of us—or they would've agreed amongst themselves, having worked for them extensively—were not going to do that. And I think that would have been the end—my recollection is that was the end of that discussion.

Did that happen a lot that there were improper, unlawful orders that you just—people just didn't follow?


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97 Well, you keep characterizing it as an order or whatever. I don't know what you're talking about. Neither do you because you haven't seen it, and I don't recall seeing it. But in a situation where an improper, unlawful order was even discussed, none of us would have executed it because that's not who we are and signed up for. And, on this occasion, you asked did I recall other times when I was chief of staff at DOD; I don't recall other times that discussion like that coming up.

Mr. Patel, I completely appreciate that you wouldn't execute an unlawful order because you're duty bound to follow procedure. So, when the topic comes up, and I think I heard you say a few minutes ago that it did, that there was some discussion with the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the National Security Advisor, and your boss, the Acting Secretary of Defense, about the existence of such an order and an unlawful, whatever you want to call it. That's kind of an unusual and big deal. Is that right?

Is it unusual?

Yeah.

Yeah. I would agree with you that if, again, agreeing to call it whatever it is since we've never seen it he, if any time it was unlawful or improper, we wouldn't do it. If, on this one instance, when we did discuss this matter and I was in and out, I agreed with my bosses obviously, that's not what we're going to do. And what I'm telling you is, I don't remember revisiting that issue with those individuals ever again.

Right. That's exactly my question. So that, despite the fact that this was so unusual and you're in such a prominent position, there's never any other discussion with Secretary Miller, with Chairman Milley, about this issue?

We're not going to—we're just not going to act on it. If it's improper or unlawful, the Secretary and the Chairman, we—so you might find this hard to believe,


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98 but we don't waste time with improper and unlawful orders. What we were busy doing was preparing the transition, handing off—and securing—what people forget is we had to secure the inauguration of President Biden. That was a DOD responsibility.

We were—also had to continue to issue the—what people don't know is the National Command Authority. That flows from the President to the Secretary of Defense. No one else. The mission sets in there are almost wholly classified, but we had to continue to operate those operations and policy.

Whether someone else was coming in or not, we ran through the echo of the whistle. That's what we did every time. When those guys were in uniform, when I was downrange with them serving, we ran until the mission said stop running.

Yeah. It's just hard to imagine, Mr. Patel, if somebody gave me an unlawful order or I even heard about anyone giving me an unlawful order, I would talk to people about that. That would be kind of a big deal, and there—

I'm telling you, I mean, I don't know who else you want me to talk to. We spoke to the National Security Advisor to the President of the United States, the Secretary of Defense, and the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. That's who you want to talk to if there's an improper or unlawful order. There isn't any other person that I would say would want to be—need to be in the room to have that discussion. We had it. They had it without me in and out of the room, came to a decision, and we moved on because we had other stuff to do.

Mr. Sofer. Can we have just one second?

[Discussion off the record.]

The Witness. Thanks. Sorry.

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Yeah, Mr. Patel, again, I don't want to belabor this, I just—anything at all


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99 that you remember about whatever this improper action was we would really appreciate anything at all you can remember, any conversation, any information about that subject.

I think I've answered to the best of my recollection what I recall about this.

You were in and out—just to make sure I'm understanding, you were in and out of a conversation, don't remember anything anybody said, don't remember any of the subject matter, other than it was about some improper withdrawal of troops from those two countries?

Mr. Glabe. Just to note, "improper" is your characterization; it's not his characterization.

. Well, you tell me. What's the characterization?

. No, I think he used the word "improper."

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I think you used the word "improper."

What I—and I'll rely on my previous testimony that my normal pattern of conduct when I went to the White House with the Secretary was I was running around doing a lot of things. I'm saying, as a pattern of habit, in this meeting, it would have been the same. I was rarely just sitting in one location with Cabinet officers. And, in this instance, this conversation came up, as I've testified. That's my knowledge of it. I don't have any other recollection of it.

And you just kept running in and out and didn't have any other involvement in that whatsoever?

Well, the conversation ended. And, as I told you, no action was taken and we moved on to other important matters that we at the Department of Defense had to address, including but not limited to Operation Warp Speed, Afghanistan, Syria, Somalia, Iraq, the border, everything else you can think of, intelligence, NSA matters, the


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100 Inauguration, transition.

Yeah, I understand all that. So you didn't alert anyone. You didn't talk to anybody else outside of the people that were in that room?

Well, right. The people that were alerted were the people who made the decisions. The individual who is in the National Command Authority, the individual who is the highest ranking uniformed military officer in the land, and the individual that is the National Security Advisor to the President of the United States, they were informed and made a decision.

Yeah, well—

I just—go ahead.

No, you go ahead.

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I just wanted to be clear that you keep saying that you haven't seen this memo. We haven't seen this memo.

Neither have you.

We—but—and it's clear to you that based on your memory here you've never seen the memo either?

I don't recall ever seeing—I can't recall seeing a memo that describes what you and I have been talking about. I can't recall if you—I don't think it's unfair to ask me a question that says, do you recall seeing a memo that no one can produce?

Do you have any memory of providing it to General Milley?

I do not.

We have—as you know, we've talked to many officials over at DOD, and the memory of DOD officials is that this memo, directive, piece of paper was provided to you and you directly handed it to General Milley.


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89 that you don't have relating to Somalia and Afghanistan has to do with the subjects that the committee is charged to investigate under its resolution 503?

Sure. And as we discussed in our email correspondence back and forth, part of the mandate of the House resolution is about the facts, circumstances, and causes that relate to the interference of the transfer of power. This is a November 11th memo that was issued after President-elect at that time, Joe Biden, had been declared. The unlawfulness of the order has been discussed, and that is how it impacts the transfer of power.

Mr. Glabe. How would withdrawing troops from Afghanistan or Somalia impact the transfer of power in the United States? That's, I guess, what I'm trying to understand or have you articulate for the record.

The unlawfulness of the order is what we're inquiring about.

The Witness. Look, I got it. It's fine. Let me—can—would you mind just rephrasing your question—

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Sure.

—and then let me see what I can co.

Sure.

What's your memory about the order?

About the order?

About the order, how it came about.

So my first preface to that is you're talking about this order I've never seen, so I don't know if I've ever seen it, A, to begin, with, order, memo, whatever you want to call it.

Sure.

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88 As I flagged this in our email correspondence to you, this would be the mid-November memo that was described in "Peril" that Douglas Macgregor delivered to DOD?

Mr. Glabe. Right. And my question is, do you have a source for this purported memo other than a book by Bob Woodward and Robert Costa?

Well, other DOD officials have spoken about the memo, and I can provide it to you as—

Mr. Patel. Can I just cut in. Can I just look at the memo? Would that be—

. I don't have the memo.

The Witness. Okay. So I'll try to answer it, but I don't think it's in what you provided in—

We don't have the memo.

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We don't have the memo.

Okay.

Do you have any memory of a memo to withdraw from Somalia and Afghanistan being delivered by Colonel Macgregor to you that you provided to General Milley?

So I'll say the select committee was authorized by H. Res. 503 to investigate the events of Jan. 6th. This question falls outside the scope of your legislative purpose. I'm concerned about this improper question, inappropriate line of inquiry, and apparent fishing expedition. Nevertheless, I will do my best to answer this question. So—

Mr. Glabe. But, before you do, let me ask, I know we had discussion about scope and topics offline, and—but in this particular case, for the record, could you please help us understand what a purported memo in a book by Bob Woodward and Robert Costa


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 * Commentaries on the Apostles' Creed
 * The Eternall Truth of Scriptures (1613)
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 * The Positions of Jesuites and other later Romanists concerning the Authority of their Church (1614)
 * Justifying Faith (1615)
 * A Treatise containing the Originall of Unbeliefe (1625)
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84 you as your manager?

In the National Security Council, I believe it was 15 to 20 people's details would expire. As you know, that's sort of how that process goes, so it would be a coming and going, but that's the general number.

So is the 15 to 20—I mean, I know you were a public defender right out of law school, so is the 15 to 20 the outset number of number of people that you managed?

Outset—

Prior to—meaning the largest number of people you managed prior to becoming the chief of staff?

No, so, when I became the principal deputy to the Acting DNI Ric Grenell over at the office of Director of National Intelligence, they had—and I'm ballparking this number—I believe 7,000 to 10,000 billets, jobs, at the ODNI that reported to me and through our deputies, to me through the acting directors. So I had that experience—

I see.

—running the intelligence community and prioritizing our targeting efforts there. And that's what generally ODNI does.

Got it.

So that and then the White House time and then I became—like my predecessor, who was the chief of staff that I replaced, she and I were Hill staffers together on the Hill and that was her background.

I'm sorry. Did you want to take a break now?

Mr. Sofer. If this is a good breaking point, just a short one.

Sure. I just want to be cognizant of time, but, yeah.

Mr. Sofer. Understood. So do I.

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 they do their best according to their lights. It would be difficult to see why they should doubt their own methods, because, remember, all their patients do not die; the majority recover. I am not putting this recovery down to their soul-treatment method, but to the village apothecary, who has usually been doctoring the patient with drugs before the so-called witch doctor is called in. Of course the apothecary does not get the credit of the cure in this case, but I fancy he deserves it. Another point to be remembered is that the Africans on the West Coast, at any rate, are far more liable than white men to many strange nervous disorders, especially to delirium, which often occurs in a comparatively slight illness. Why I do not pretend to understand; but I think in these nervous cases the bedside manners of a witch doctor—though strongly resembling that of the physician who attended the immortal Why Why's mother—may yet be really useful.

As to the evil these witch doctors do in the matter of getting people killed for bewitching it is difficult to speak justly. I fancy that, on the whole, they do more good than harm, for remember witchcraft in these districts is no parlour game; in the eyes of Allah as well as man it is murder, for most of it is poison. Most witchcraft charms I know of among people who have not been in contact with Mohammedanism have always had that element of mixing something with the food or drink—even in that common, true Negro form of killing by witchcraft, putting medicine in the path, there is a poisoned spike as well as charm stuff. There can be no doubt that the witch doctor's methods of finding out who has poisoned a person are effective, and that the knowledge in the public mind of

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 this detective power keeps down poisoning to a great extent. Of the safeguards against unjust accusation I will speak when treating of law.

As to their using hypnotism, I suppose they do use something of the sort at times. West Indians, with whom I was always anxious to talk on the differences and agreements between Vodou and Obeah and their parent West African religion, certainly, in their description of what they called Wanga—and translated as Glamour—seemed to point to this; but for myself, save in the case of blood coming before, one case of which I witnessed, I have seen nothing beyond an enormously elaborated common sense. I dare not call it sound, because it is based on and developed out of animism, and of that and our white elaborated view I am not the judge, remembering you go the one way, I the other—which is the best, God knows.

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is a generally received opinion that there are too many books in the world already. I cannot, however, subscribe to any Institution that proposes to alter this state of affairs, because I find no consensus of opinion as to which are the superfluous books; I have my own opinion on the point, but I feel I had better keep it to myself, for I find the very books I dislike—almost invariably in one-volume form, as this one is, though of a more connected nature than this is likely to be—are the well-beloved of thousands of my fellow human beings; and so I will restrict my enthusiasms in the matter of books to the cause of attempting to incite writers to give us more. If any one wants personally to oblige me he will forthwith write a masterly history of the inter-relationships—religious, commercial, and cultural—of the other races of the earth with the African, and he can put in as an appendix a sketch of the war conquest of Africa by the white races. I do not ask for a separate volume on this, because there will be

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 such immense forces with any fair prospect of success? His clear discernment and strong common sense soon taught him that he must adopt a different policy from that of the Spanish generals, who were invariably beaten and dispersed whenever they ventured to offer battle in the open plains. He perceived he had yet to create the army that was to contend against the French with any reasonable chance of success. Accordingly, after the battle of Talavera in 1809, when he found himself encompassed on all sides by superior forces of French, he retired into Portugal, there to carry out the settled policy on which he had by this time determined. It was, to organize a Portuguese army under British officers, and teach them to act in combination with his own troops, in the meantime avoiding the peril of a defeat by declining all engagements. He would thus, he conceived, destroy the morale of the French, who could not exist without victories; and when his army was ripe for action, and the enemy demoralized, he would then fall upon them with all his might.

The extraordinary qualities displayed by Lord Wellington throughout these immortal campaigns can only be appreciated after a perusal of his despatches, which contain the unvarnished tale of the manifold ways and means by which he laid the foundations of his success. Never was man more tried by difficulty and opposition, arising not less from the imbecility, falsehoods, and intrigues of the British Government of the day, than from the selfishness, cowardice, and vanity of the people he went to save. It may, indeed, be said of him, that he sustained the war in Spain by his individual firmness and self-reliance, which never failed him


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 so many on the others; moreover, it is such a kaleidoscopic affair, and its influence alike on both European, Asiatic, and African seems to me neither great nor good.

For the past fifteen years I have been reading up Africa; and the effect of the study of this literature may best be summarised in Mr. Kipling's observation, "For to admire an' for to see, For to be'old this world so wide, It's never been no good to me, But I can't drop it if I tried." Wherein it has failed to be of good, I hastily remark, is that after all this fifteen years' reading, I found I had to go down into the most unfashionable part of Africa myself, to try to find out whatever the thing was really like, and also to discover which of my authors had been doing the heaviest amount of lying. It seemed clear to the meanest intelligence that this form of the darkening of counsel was fearfully prevalent among them, because of the way they disagreed about things among themselves. Of course I have so far only partially succeeded in both these matters; for, regarding the first, personal experience taught me that things differed with district; regarding the second, that all the people who have been to Africa and have written books on it have, off and on, told the truth, and that what seemed to the public who have not been there to be the most erroneous statements have been true in substance and in fact, and that those statements they have accepted immediately as true on account of their either flattering their vanity or comfortably explaining the reasons of the failure of their endeavours, have the most falsehood in them.

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 * Thomas Jackson (1579-1640), English president of Corpus Christi College, Oxford, and dean of Peterborough
 * Thomas Jackson (1783-1873), English Weslyan minister
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 of African relationships with the rest of the world—which I do not intend to write, but want written for me—and that is the superiority both in quality and quantity of the portion which relates to the Early History of the West Coast. Yet very little attention has been given in our own times to this. I might say no attention, were it not for Sir A. B. Ellis, that very noble man and gallant soldier, who did so much good work for England both with sword and pen. Just for the sake of the work being worth doing, not in the hope of reward; for twenty years' service and the publication of a series of books of great interest and importance taught him that West Africa was under a ban that it was beyond his power to remove; nevertheless he went on with his work unfaltering, if not uncomplaining, and died, in 1895, a young man, practically killed by the Warim incident—the true history of which has yet to be written. For the credit of my country, I must say that just before death he was knighted.

I do not quote Colonel Ellis's works extensively, because, for one thing, it is the duty of people to read them first-hand, and as they are perfectly accessible there is no excuse for their not doing so; and, for another thing, I am in touch with the majority of the works from which he gathered his information regarding the early history, and with the natives from whom he gathered his ethnological information. There are certain points, I grant, on which I am unable to agree with him, such as the opinion he formed from his personal prejudices against the traders in West Africa; but in the main, regarding the regions with which he was personally acquainted and on which he wrote—the Bight of Benin regions—I am only too glad that there is Colonel Ellis for me to agree with.

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 The fascination of West Africa's historical record is very great, bristling as it does with the deeds of brave men, bad and good, black and white. What my German friends would call the Blüth-period of this history is decidedly that period which was inaugurated by the great Prince Henry the Navigator; and no man who has ever read, as every man should read, Mr. Major's book on Prince Henry, can fail to want to know more still, and what happened down in those re-discovered Bights of Benin and Biafra after this Blüth-period closed. This can be done, mainly thanks to a Dutchman named Bosman, who was agent for the great Dutch house of the Gold Coast for many years circa 1698, and who wrote home to his uncle a series of letters of a most exemplary nature reeking with information on native matters and local politics, and suffused with a tender fear of shocking his aunt, which did not, however, seem in his opinion to justify him in suppressing important ethnological facts.

Regarding the ethnological information we have of the Gold Coast natives, the most important works are those by the late Sir A. B. Ellis. His books are almost models of what books should be that are written by people studying native customs in their native land. We have also the results of scientific observers in the works of Buckhardt and Bastian, besides a mass of scattered information in the works of travellers, Bosman, Barbot, Labat, Mathews, Bowditch, Cruickshank, Winwood Reade, H. M. Stanley, Burton, Captain Canot, Captain Binger, and others, and quite recently a valuable contribution to our knowledge in Mr. Sarbar's Fanti Customary Laws. I think that every student of the African form of

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