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The deck was deserted. Fairchild and Major Ayers halted and gazed about in pained astonishment. The victrola was hooded and mute, smugly inscrutable. They held a hurried council, then they set forth to beat up stragglers. There were no stragglers.

“Put on a record,” Fairchild suggested at last. “Maybe that'll get em up here. They must have thought we’d gone to bed.”

The Semitic man started the victrola again, and again Major Ayers and Fairchild combed the deck in vain. The moon had risen, its bony erstwhile disc was thumbed into the sky like a coin after too much handling.

Mrs. Maurier routed out the captain and together they repaired to Fairchild’s room. “Find it all,” she directed, “every single one.” The captain found it all. “Now, open that window.”

She gave the captain further directions, when they had finished, and she returned to her room and sat again on the edge of her bed. Moonlight came into the room level as a lance through the port, like a marble pencil shattering and filling the room with a thin silver dust, as of marble. “It has come, at last,” she whispered, aware of her body, heavy and soft with years. I should feel happy, I should feel happy, she told herself, but her limbs felt chill and strange to her and within her a terrible thing was swelling, a thing terrible and poisonous and released, like water that has been dammed too long: it was as though there were waking within her comfortable, long familiar body a thing that abode there dormant and which she had harbored unaware.

She sat on the edge of her bed, feeling her strange chill

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Exocarpus.] anthers adnate, 2-celled, longitudinally dehiscent. Disc flat, thick, sinuately 4–6-lobed. Ovary superior, fleshy, conic; stigma small, sessile, entire or obscurely lobed. Fruit a nut or drupe seated on the enlarged and often succulent and coloured pedicel. Seed erect; testa thin; albumen copious; embryo minute, cylindric.

1. E. Bidwillii, Hook. f. Fl. Nov. Zel. i. 223, t. 52.—A small much-branched rigid procumbent shrub 6–24 in. high; branches ascending, short, stiff, terete, deeply furrowed. Leaves reduced to minute triangular scales, alternate, persistent. Flowers minute, arranged in short and stout 4–10-flowered spikes springing from the axils of the scale-like leaves; rhachis pubescent, excavated at the insertion of each flower; bract minute. Perianth-segments usually 5, but sometimes 4 or 6. Stamens the same number; filaments short. Nut oblong, black, about ⅕ in. long, peduncle much enlarged and thickened, often red and succulent, the perianth-segments persistent under the fruit.—''Handb. N.Z. Fl.'' 246.

Low-growing fleshy leafless or scaly root-parasites. Stem reduced to a tuberous globular or misshapen often lobed rhizome. Peduncles short or long, thick, naked or clothed with scattered or imbricate scales. Flowers monœcious or diœcious, minute, crowded in spadix-like heads at the top of the peduncles. Male flowers: Perianth wanting or of 3–6 valvate lobes. Stamens 1–3, rarely more; filaments free or connate into a tube or column; anthers 2-many-celled. Female flowers: Perianth wanting or adnate to the ovary; limb absent or minutely toothed. Ovary ovoid or globose, 1–3-celled; styles 1–2, long or short or almost absent; stigmas simple or capitellate, sometimes sessile and discoid; ovules solitary in each cell, pendulous, anatropous. Fruit a minute crustaceous or coriaceous 1-seeded utricle or nut. Seed adherent to the pericarp, albuminous; embryo most minute.

A root-parasite. Rhizome usually subterranean, perennial, hard and woody, rounded or amorphous, often irregularly lobed, surface rough with small tubercles or warts. Flowering-stems or peduncles annual, numerous, crowded, clavate, clothed throughout with im-

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Poetry

 * "Out From Siberia" in Poems for Workers: An Anthology (1925)

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179* (:That is why Paul urges the Christians to he submissive toward their pagan overlords:)

There is no authority except from God. That is, there is no other power, good or bad, pagan or heretic, which is a true authority, according to the Scripture. (:However, God uses these 'evil' authorities to chastise a rebellious people.:)

As it is happening among us in these days: for almost fifteen years a raging mad authority is destroying everything, caring naught about a Just administration of villages, but rather being anxious to, destroy, to prostrate, to scorch, to murder, to rob, to imprison, and to devastate everything like a plague of lucustslocusts [sic]. God has allowed this evil to happen because He wanted to pour out His anger on the sinful people which does not honor Him but on the contrary is dishonoring Him by hypocrisy. This power could not have arisen, had He not desired it; for, as the prophet says, "if there be disaster in the city, has not the Lord caused it?” Rom.13:1–2,.

The Hussite Wars.

Amos 3:6,.

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180* (:What Paul actually means is this: let the Christians be subject to temporal authorities in externals; but let them remember that the true authority is only the authority of God. Only under that authority can they fully live the Beatitudes. And the Scripture says about those powers that contradict the authority of God:) The mighty will be mightily tested.

(:In Paul's days there were no Christian authorities but only pagan authorities. And these authorities were sanctioned by the God of the Old Testament.:)

Were it not so, Paul could not have exhorted the faithful Christians of Rome to obey Emperor Nero the pagan, saying, "There is no authority except from God." (:But this authority of the pagans cannot make them better men. It is only by accepting the faith in Jesus Christ that they are given the power to become sons of God, and to be better than the pagans. Then the pagan power becomes irrelevant.:) But in reality we do not see that the Christians excel over pagans with their goodness; rather, they excel the pagans in iniquities. Outwardly, with their lips, they confess Jesus Christ, but inwardly they hate faith Instead of faith they have thin water in which they dip the name of Jesus They get away from him as if he were a  Wisdom of Solomon, 6:6.

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 remembered to your mother and sisters, I am, yours very thanklessly (according to desire), 2em

It may easily be conceived that two people living together as Mr. Brontë and his daughter did, almost entirely dependent on each other for society, and loving each other deeply (although not demonstratively)—that these two last members of a family would have their moments of keen anxiety respecting each other's health. There is not one letter of hers which I have read, that does not contain some mention of her father's state in this respect. Either she thanks God with simple earnestness that he is well, or some infirmities of age beset him, and she mentions the fact, and then winces away from it, as from a sore that will not bear to be touched. He, in his turn, noted every indisposition of his one remaining child's, exaggerated its nature, and sometimes worked himself up into a miserable state of anxiety, as in the case she refers to, when, her friend having named in a letter to him that his daughter was suffering from a bad cold, he could not rest till he despatched a messenger, to go, "staff in hand," a distance of fourteen miles, and see with his own eyes what was her real state, and return and report.

She evidently felt that this natural anxiety on the part of her father and friend increased the nervous depression of her own spirits, whenever she was ill; and in the following letter she expresses her strong wish that the subject of her health should be as little alluded to as possible.


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 “You don’t smoke? Why don’t you?”

“I don’t know,” Jenny replied, “I just don’t.”

“Look around and see if Eva’s got some somewhere.” The niece raised her head. “Go on: look in her things, she won’t mind.”

Jenny hunted for cigarettes in a soft blonde futility. “Pete’s got some,” she remarked after a time. “He bought twenty packages just before we left town, to bring on the boat.”

“Twenty packages? Good Lord, where’d he think we were going? He must have been scared of shipwreck or something.”

“I guess so.”

“Gabriel’s pants,” the niece said. “That’s all he brought, was it? Just cigarettes? What did you bring?”

“I brought a comb,” Jenny dragged her little soiled dress over her head. Her voice was muffled, “and some rouge.” She shook out her drowsy gold hair and let the dress fall to the floor. “Pete’s got some, though,” she repeated, thrusting the dress beneath the dressing table with her foot.

“I know,” the niece rejoined, “and so has Mr. Fairchild. And so has the steward, if Mark Frost hasn’t borrowed ’em all. And I saw the captain smoking one, too. But that’s not doing me any good.”

“No,” agreed Jenny placidly. Her undergarment was quite pink, enveloping her from shoulder to knee with ribbons and furbelows. She loosened a few of these and stepped sweetly and rosily out of it, casting it also under the table.

“You aren’t going to leave “em there, are you?” the niece asked. “Why don’t you put ’em on the chair?”

“Mrs.—Mrs. Wiseman puts hers on the chair.”

“Well, you got here first: why don’t you take it? Or hang ’em on those hooks behind the door?”

“Hooks?” Jenny looked at the door. “Oh They'll be all right there, I guess.” She stripped off her stockings and

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Poetry

 * "Wheatland—A Memory" in Poems for Workers: An Anthology (1925)

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 laid them on the dressing table. Then she turned to the mirror again and picked up her comb. The comb passed through her fair, soft hair with a faint sound, as of silk, and her hair lent to Jenny’s divine body a halo like an angel’s. The remote victrola, measured feet, a lapping of water, came into the room.

“You’ve got a funny figure,” the niece remarked after a while, calmly, watching her.

“Funny?” repeated Jenny, looking up with soft belligerence. “It’s no funnier than yours. At least my legs don’t look like birds’ legs.”

“Neither do mine,” the other replied with complacence, flat on her back. “Your legs are all right. I mean, you are kind of thick through the middle for your legs; kind of big behind for them.”

“Well, why not? I didn’t make it like that, did I?”

“Oh, sure. I guess it’s all right if you like it to be that way.”

Without apparent effort Jenny dislocated her hip and stared downward over her shoulder. Then she turned sideways and accepted the mute proffering of the mirror. Reassured, she said: “Sure, it’s all right. I expect to be bigger than that, in front, some day.”

“So do I when I have to. But what do you want one for?”

“Lord,” said Jenny, “I guess I’ll have a whole litter of ’em. Besides, I think they’re kind of cute, don’t you?”

The sound of the victrola came down, melodious and nasal, and measured feet marked away the lapping of waves. The light was small and inadequate, sunk into the ceiling, and Jenny and the niece agreed that they were kind of cute and pink. Jenny was quite palpably on the point of coming to bed and the other said:

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 “Don’t you wear any nightclothes?”

“I can’t wear that thing Mrs. What’s-her-name lent me,” Jenny replied. “You said you were going to lend me something, only you didn’t. If I’d depended on you on this trip, I guess I’d be back yonder about ten miles, trying to swim home.”

“That’s right. But it doesn’t make any difference what you sleep in, does it? Turn off the light.” Light followed Jenny rosily as she crossed the room, it slid rosily upon her as she turned obediently toward the switch beside the door. The niece lay flat on her back gazing at the unshaded globe. Jenny’s angelic nakedness went beyond her vision and suddenly she stared at nothing with a vague orifice vaguely in the center of it, and beyond the orifice a pale moonfilled sky.

Jenny’s bare feet hissed just a little on the uncarpeted floor and she came breathing softly in the dark, and her hand came out of the dark. The niece moved over against the wall. The round orifice in the center of the dark was obscured, then it reappeared, and breathing with a soft blonde intentness Jenny climbed gingerly into the berth. But she bumped her head anyway, lightly, and she exclaimed “ow” with placid surprise. The bunk heaved monstrously, creaking; the porthole vanished again, then the berth became still and Jenny sighed with a soft explosive sound.

Then she changed her position again and the other said: “Be still, can’t you?” thrusting at Jenny’s boneless, naked abandon with her elbow.

“I’m not fixed yet,” Jenny replied without rancor.

“Well, get in then, and quit flopping around.”

Jenny became lax. “I’m fixed now,” she said at last. She sighed again, a frank yawning sound.

Those slightly dulled feet thudthudded monotonously overhead. Outside, in the pale darkness, water lapped at the hull

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"I am truly sorry that I allowed the words to which you refer to escape my lips, since their effect on you has been unpleasant; but try to chase every shadow of anxiety from your mind, and, unless the restraint be very disagreeable to you, permit me to add an earnest request that you will broach the subject to me no more. It is the undisguised and most harassing anxiety of others that has fixed in my mind thoughts and expectations which must canker wherever they take root; against which every effort of religion or philosophy must at times totally fail; and subjugation to which is a cruel terrible fate—the fate, indeed, of him whose life was passed under a sword suspended by a horse-hair. I have had to entreat Papa's consideration on this point. My nervous system is soon wrought on. I should wish to keep it in rational strength and coolness; but to do so I must determinedly resist the kindly-meant, but too irksome expression of an apprehension, for the realization or defeat of which I have no possible power to be responsible. At present, I am pretty well. Thank God! Papa, I trust, is no worse, but he complains of weakness."


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626 bricate ovate or oblong brownish scales, the upper of which are larger and more closely placed, surrounding the spadices. Spadices numerous at the ends of the peduncles, slender, erect, cylindrical or slightly fusiform. Flowers very minute, densely packed, monœcious or diœcious. Male flowers: Perianth wanting or of 2 minute subulate processes. Stamens 1 or 2; filaments very short; anthers didymous, 2-celled. Female flowers: Perianth adnate to the ovary; limb of 2 or 3 erect subulate segments. Ovary stipitate, ovoid-oblong, 1-celled; style long, filiform; stigma terminal; ovule solitary, apparently pendulous. Fruit minute, crustaceous.

1. D. Taylori, ''Hook. f. in Trans. Linn. Soc.'' xxii. (1859) 425, t. 76.—Rhizome stout, varying in size according to the age of the plant, 1–12 in. diam. or more. Flowering-stems 2–6 in. high, ½–1 in. diam., fleshy when young. Scales from ¼ to ½ in. long at the base of the peduncle, larger above, frequently 1 in. Spadices almost concealed by the upper scales, 10–30 together or more, ¾–1½ in. long. Flowers rather loosely placed towards the base of the spadix, very densely packed elsewhere.—''Handh. N.Z. Fl. 255; Kirk in Trans. N.Z. Inst.'' xxviii. (1896) 493.

Herbs or shrubs or trees of exceedmgly various habit; juice milky, acrid. Leaves alternate, rarely opposite, often stipulate. Flowers usually small, unisexual (in Euphorbia reduced to single naked stamens surrounding a solitary pistil and enclosed within a


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181* debt they cannot pay. And, since they are in no wise better than the pagans, they cannot be saved by their authority even though it be sanctioned by God unless they seek salvation in Christ's faith, as the Scripture says,

It says that the king is false, even though authority has been divinely bestowed upon him; he shall not be saved on account of his injustice.

1-Pet. 2:16.

Rom.13:1–2,.

The Hussite Wars.

Amos 3:6,.

Wisdom of Solomon, 6:6.

3-Esdras, 4:37.

3-Esdras, 4:37.

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 of the yacht. The close cabin emptied slowly of heat; heat ebbed steadily away now that the light was off, and in it was no sound save that of their breathing. No other sound at all. “I hope that was the last one, the one I killed,” Jenny murmured.

“God, yes,” the niece agreed. “This party is wearing enough with just people on it Say, how’d you like to be on a party with a boatful of Mr. Talliaferros?”

“Which one is he?”

“Why, don’t you remember him? You sure ought to. He’s that funny talking little man that puts his hands on you—that dreadful polite one. I don’t see how you could forget a man as polite as him.”

“Oh, yes,” said Jenny, remembering, and the other said:

“Say, Jenny, how about Pete?”

Jenny became utterly still for a moment. Then she said innocently: “What about him?”

“He’s mad at you about Mr. Talliaferro, isn’t he?”

“Pete’s all right, I guess.”

“You keep yourself all cluttered up with men, don’t you?” the other asked curiously.

“Well, you got to do something,” Jenny defended herself.

“Bunk,” the niece said roughly, “bunk. You like petting. That’s the reason. Don’t you?”

“Well, I don’t mind,” Jenny answered. “I’ve kind of got used to it,” she explained. The niece expelled her breath in a thin snorting sound and Jenny repeated: “You’ve got to do something, haven’t you?”

“Oh, sweet attar of bunk,” the niece said. In the darkness she made a gesture of disgust. “You women! That’s the way Dorothy Jameson thinks about it too, I bet. You better look out: I think she’s trying to take Peter away from you.”

“Oh, Pete’s all right,” Jenny repeated placidly. She lay

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 perfectly still again. The water was a cool dim sound. Jenny spoke, suddenly confidential.

“Say, you know what she wants Pete to do?”

“No: What?” asked the niece quickly.

“Well— Say, what kind of a girl is she? Do you know her very good?”

“What does she want Pete to do?” the other insisted.

Jenny was silent. Then she blurted in prim disapproval: “She wants Pete to let her paint him.”

“Yes? And then what?”

“That’s it. She wants Pete to let her paint him in a picture.”

“Well, that’s the way she usually goes about getting men, I guess. What’s wrong with it?”

“Well, it’s the wrong way to go about getting Pete. Pete’s not used to that,” Jenny replied in that prim tone.

“I don’t blame him for not wanting to waste his time that way. But what makes you and Pete so surprised at the idea of it? Pete won’t catch lead poisoning just from having his portrait painted.”

“Well, it may be all right for folks like you all. But Pete says he wouldn’t let any strange woman see him without any clothes on. He’s not used to things like that.”

“Oh,” remarked the niece. Then: “So that’s the way she wants to paint him, is it?”

“Why, that’s the way they always do it, ain’t it? In the nude?” Jenny pronounced it nood.

“Good Lord, didn’t you ever see a picture of anybody with clothes on? Where’d you get that idea from? From the movies?”

Jenny didn’t reply. Then she said suddenly: “Besides, the ones with clothes on are all old ladies, or mayors or something. Anyway, I thought ”

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father was always anxious to procure every change that was possible for her, seeing, as he did, the benefit which she derived from it, however reluctant she might have been to leave her home and him beforehand. This August she was invited to go for a week to the neighbourhood of Bowness, where Sir James Kay Shuttleworth had taken a house; but she says, "I consented to go, with reluctance, chiefly to please Papa, whom a refusal on my part would much have annoyed; but I dislike to leave him. I trust he is not worse, but his complaint is still weakness. It is not right to anticipate evil, and to be always looking forward with an apprehensive spirit; but I think grief is a two-edged sword, it cuts both ways; the memory of one loss is the anticipation of another."

It was during this visit at the Briery—Lady Kay Shuttleworth having kindly invited me to meet her there—that I first made acquaintance with Miss Brontë. If I copy out part of a letter, which I wrote soon after this to a friend, who was deeply interested in her writings, I shall probably convey my first impressions more truly and freshly than by amplifying what I then said into a longer description.


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Their Trade among the Spaniards privately in America manag'd chiefly by Sloops, is with all those things mention'd to come from Europe, especially Clothing, as Serges, &c. on which they have either in Truck or Money 55. per cent. Gain, one moiety whereof goes to the Masters and Owners of the Sloops, the other to the Merchant Adventurer. There are also many Negros sold this way to the Spaniards, who are either brought lately from Guinea, or bad Servants, or Mutinous in Plantations. They are sold to very good profit; but if they have many Cicatrices, or Scars on them, the marks of their severe Corrections, they are not very saleable.

The Commodities the English have in return, besides money, most usually are Cacao, Sarsaparilla, Pearls, Emeralds, Cochineel, Hides, &c.

The Trade of Jamaica with the Dutch at Corasol is chiefly for Provisions which are wanted very much on that Island. The Island of Corasol is very small, and very little Provision grows on it. The chief advantage the Dutch have of it, is, that 'tis a place whereto Goods are brought to Trade with the Spaniards privately on the Continent of America, for which purpose 'tis very advantageously seated.

The Turtlers who furnish the Island with Turtle, may be reckoned among the trading Sloops.

There is likewise a Trade with this Island from New-England, and New York. It consists usually in an exchange of Rum, Molossus, Sugar, and Money, for Horses, Beef, Pork, Flower or Rusk, 'tis manag'd by Brigantines, or small Craft, who now and then touch at the Bahama Islands, and kill Seals, or Whales for the Train-Oil, or Sperma Ceti.

When the Trade of the Assiento for furnishing the Spanish West-Indies with Negros was in this Island, it was not only very beneficial to the African Company and their Factors, but to the Governours of this Island, as well as the Captains of the Frigats who convey'd them to Porto Belo, and on their delivery there had immediately paid them the Money agreed on by the Head.

The Religion of those of the Island, either Europeans, or descended from them Creolians, is as in England, and the same proportion of Dissenters are there as in England.

The Indians and Negroes have no manner of Religion by what I could observe of them. 'Tis true they have several Ceremonies, as Dances, Playing, &c. but these for the most part are so far from being Acts of Adoration of a God, that they are for the most part mixt with a great deal of Bawdry and Lewdness.

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 “Thought what?”

“Nothing,” Jenny answered, and the other said:

“Pete can get that idea right out of his head. Chances are she wants to paint him all regular and respectable, not to shock his modesty at all. I’ll tell him so, to-morrow.”

“Never mind,” Jenny said quickly, “I’ll tell him. You needn’t to bother about it.”

“All right. Whatever you like Wish I had a cigarette.” They lay quiet for a time. Outside water whispered against the hull. The victrola was hushed temporarily and the dancers had ceased. Jenny moved again, onto her side, facing the other in the darkness.

“Say,” she asked, “what’s your brother making?”

“Gus? Why don’t you ask him yourself?”

“I did, only”

“What?”

“Only he didn’t tell me. At least, I don’t remember.”

“What did he say when you asked him?”

Jenny mused briefly. “He kissed me. Before I knew it, and he kind of patted me back here and told me to call again later, because he was in conference or something like that.”

“Gabriel’s pants,” the niece murmured. Then she said sharply: “Look here, you leave Josh alone, you hear? Haven’t you got enough with Pete and Mr. Talliaferro, without fooling with children?”

“I’m not going to fool with any children.”

“Well, please don’t. Let Josh alone, anyway.” She moved her arm, arching her elbow against Jenny’s soft nakedness. “Move over some. Gee, woman, you sure do feel indecent. Get over on your side a little, can’t you?”

Jenny moved away, rolling onto her back again, and they lay quiet, side by side in the dark. “Say,” remarked Jenny

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 presently, “Mr.— that polite man—” “Talliaferro,” the other prompted. “—Talliaferro. I wonder if he’s got a car?”

“I don’t know. You better ask him. What do you keep on asking me what people are making or what they’ve got, for?”

“Taxicabbers are best, I think,” Jenny continued, unruffled. “Sometimes when they have cars they don’t have anything else. They just take you riding.”

“I don’t know,” the niece repeated. “Say,” she said suddenly, “what was that you said to him this afternoon?”

Jenny said, “Oh.” She breathed placidly and regularly for a while. Then she remarked: “I thought you were there, around that corner.”

“Yes. What was it? Say it again.” Jenny said it again. The niece repeated it after her. “What does it mean?”

“I don’t know. I just happened to remember it. I don’t know what it means.”

“It sounds good,” the other said. “You didn’t think it up yourself, did you?”

“No. It was a fellow told it to me. There was two couples of us at the Market one night, getting coffee: me and Pete and a girl friend of mine and another fellow. We had been to Mandeville on the boat that day, swimming and dancing. Say, there was a man drownded at Mandeville that day. Pete and Thelma, my girl friend, and Roy, this girl friend of mine’s fellow, saw it. I didn’t see it because I wasn’t with them. I didn’t go in bathing with them: it was too sunny. I don’t think blondes ought to expose themselves to hot sun like brunettes, do you?”

“Why not? But what about—”

“Oh, yes. Anyway, I didn’t go in swimming where the man got drownded. I was waiting for them, and I got to talking to a funny man. A little kind of black man—”

“A nigger?”

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 "Dark when I got to Windermere station; a drive along the level road to Low-wood; then a stoppage at a pretty house, and then a pretty drawing-room, in which were Sir James and Lady Kay Shuttleworth, and a little lady in a black-silk gown, whom I could not see at first for the dazzle in the room; she came up and shook hands with me at once. I went up to unbonnet, &c.; came down to tea; the little lady worked away and hardly spoke, but I had time for a good look at her. She is (as she calls herself) undeveloped, thin, and more than half a head shorter than I am; soft brown hair, not very dark; eyes (very good and expressive, looking straight and open at you) of the same colour as her hair; a large mouth; the forehead square, broad, and rather overhanging. She has a very sweet voice; rather hesitates in choosing her expressions, but when chosen they seem without an effort admirable, and just befitting the occasion; there is nothing overstrained, but perfectly simple After breakfast, we four went out on the lake, and Miss Brontë agreed with me in liking Mr. Newman's 'Soul,' and in liking 'Modern Painters,' and the idea of the 'Seven Lamps;' and she told me about Father Newman's lectures at the Oratory in a very quiet, concise, graphic way She is more like Miss than any one in her ways—if you can fancy Miss  to have gone through suffering enough to have taken out every spark of merriment, and to be shy and silent from the habit of extreme, intense solitude. Such a life as Miss Brontë's I never heard of before. described her home


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 “No. He was a white man, except he was awful sunburned and kind of shabby dressed—no necktie and hat. Say, he said some funny things to me. He said I had the best digestion he ever saw, and he said if the straps of my dress was to break Id devastate the country. He said he was a liar by profession, and he made good money at it, enough to own a Ford as soon as he got it paid out. I think he was crazy. Not dangerous: just crazy.”

The niece lay quiet. She said, contemplatively: “You do look like they feed you on bread and milk and put you to bed at sunset every day What was his name? Did he tell you?” she asked suddenly.

“Yes. It was...” Jenny pondered a while. “I remembered it because he was such a funny kind of man. It was Walker or Foster or something.”

“Walker or Foster? Well, which one was it?”

“It must be Foster because I remembered it by it began with a F like my girl friend’s middle name—Frances. Thelma Frances, only she don’t use both of them. Only I don’t think it was Foster, because—”

“You don’t remember it, then.”

“Yes, I do. Wait Oh, yes: I remember—Faulkner, that was it.”

“Faulkner?” the niece pondered in turn. “Never heard of him,” she said at last, with finality. “And he was the one that told you that thing?”

“No. It was after that, when we had come back to N.O. That crazy man was on the boat coming back. He got to talking to Pete and Roy while me and Thelma was fixing up downstairs, and he danced with Thelma. He wouldn’t dance with me because he said he didn’t dance very well, and so he had to keep his mind on the music while he danced. He said he could dance with either Roy or Thelma or Pete, but he

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 “I’ll hold you up a while,” he offered, putting his hand under the small of her back.

“You sure can,” she said, holding herself motionless. “Is it hard to do? Let me see if I can hold you up. This water is different from seawater: you don’t hardly sink in seawater if you want to.” She let her legs sink and he lay obediently on his back. “I can hold you up, can’t I? Say, can you carry somebody in the water, like lifesavers?”

“A little,” he admitted and she rolled again onto her back, and he showed her how it was done. Then she must try it herself, and he submitted with dubious resignation. Her hard young arm gripped him chokingly across his throat, jamming his windpipe, and she plunged violently forward, threshing her legs. He jerked up his arms to remove her strangling elbow and his head went under, openmouthed. He fought free of her and reappeared gasping. Her concerned face came to him and she tried to hold him up, unnecessarily.

“I’m so sorry: I didn’t mean to duck you.”

“It’s all right,” he said, coughing and strangling.

“I didn’t do it right, did I? Are you all right now?” She watched him anxiously, trying to support him.

“I’m all right,” he repeated. “You had the wrong hold,” he explained, treading water. “You had me around the neck.”

“Gee, I thought I was doing it right. I’ll do it right this time.”

“I guess we better wait and practise it in shallow water sometime,” he demurred quickly.

“Why all right,” she agreed. “I think I know how, now. I guess I had better learn good, first, though. I’m awful sorry I strangled you.”

“It don’t hurt any more. I don’t notice it.”

“But it was such a dumb thing to do. I’ll learn it good next time.”

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 to me as in a village of grey stone houses, perched up on the north side of a bleak moor, looking over sweeps of bleak moors, &c. &c.

"We were only three days together; the greater part of which was spent in driving about, in order to show Miss Brontë the Westmoreland scenery, as she had never been there before. We were both included in an invitation to drink tea quietly at Fox How; and I then saw how severely her nerves were taxed by the effort of going amongst strangers. We knew beforehand that the number of the party would not exceed twelve; but she suffered the whole day from an acute headache brought on by apprehension of the evening.

"Brierly Close was situated high above Low-wood, and of course commanded an extensive view and wide horizon. I was struck by Miss Brontë's careful examination of the shape of the clouds and the signs of the heavens, in which she read, as from a book, what the coming weather would be. I told her that I saw she must have a view equal in extent at her own home. She said that I was right, but that the character of the prospect from Haworth was very different; that I had no idea what a companion the sky became to any one living in solitude,—more than any inanimate object on earth,—more than the moors themselves."

The following extracts convey some of her own impressions and feelings respecting this visit:—

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 couldn’t dance with me. I think he was crazy. Don’t you?”

“It all sounds crazy, the way you tell it. But what about the one that said that to you?”

“Oh, yes. Well, we was at the Market. There was a big crowd there because it was Sunday night, see, and these other fellows was there. One of them was a snappy looking fellow, and I kind of looked at him. Pete had stopped in a place to get some cigarettes, and me and Thelma and Roy was crowded in with a lot of folks, having coffee. So I kind of looked at this goodlooking fellow.”

“Yes. You kind of looked at him. Go on.”

“All right. And so this goodlooking fellow crowded in behind me and started talking to me. There was a man in between me and Roy, and this fellow that was talking to me said, Is he with you? talking about the man sitting next to me, and I said, No, I didn’t know who he was. And this fellow said, How about coming out with him because he had his car parked outside Pete’s brother has a lot of cars. One of them is the same as Pete’s And then  Oh, yes, and I said, where will we go, because my old man didn’t like for me to go out with strangers, and the fellow said he wasn’t a stranger, that anybody could tell me who some name was, I forgot what it was he said his name was. And I said he better ask Pete if I could go, and he said, Who was Pete? Well, there was a big man standing near where we was. He was big as a stevedore, and just then this big man happened to look at me again. He looked at me a minute, and I kind of knew that he’d look at me again pretty soon, so I told this fellow talking to me that he was Pete, and when the big man looked somewheres else a minute this fellow said that to me. And then the big man looked at me again, and the fellow that said that to me kind of went away. So I got up and went

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 to where Thelma and Roy was, and pretty soon Pete came back. And that’s how I learned it.”

“Well, it sure sounds good. I wonder Say, let me say it sometimes, will you?”

“All right,” Jenny agreed. “You can have it. Say, what’s that you keep telling your aunt? something about pulling up the sheet or something?” The niece told her. “That sounds good, too,” Jenny said magnanimously.

“Does it? I tell you what: You let me use yours sometime, and you can take mine. How about it?”

“All right,” Jenny agreed again, “it’s a trade.”

Water lapped and whispered ceaselessly in the pale darkness. The curve of the low ceiling directly over the berth lent a faint sense of oppression to the cabin, but this sense of oppression faded out into the comparatively greater spaciousness of the room, of the darkness with a round orifice vaguely in the center of it. The moon was higher and the lower curve of the brass rim of the port was now a thin silver sickle, like a new moon.

Jenny moved again, turning against the other’s side, breathing ineffably across the niece’s face. The niece lay with Jenny’s passive nakedness against her arm, and moving her arm outward from the elbow she slowly stroked the back of her hand along the swell of Jenny’s flank. Slowly, back and forth, while Jenny lay supine and receptive as a cat. Slowly, back and forth and back “I like flesh,” the niece murmured. “Warm and smooth. Wish I’d lived in Rome oiled gladiators Jenny,” she said abruptly, “are you a virgin?”

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 better. Is it my habit to keep dawdling at a place long after the time I first fixed on for departing? I have got home, and I am thankful to say Papa seems,—to say the least,—no worse than when I left him, yet I wish he were stronger. My visit passed off very well; I am very glad I went. The scenery is, of course, grand; could I have wandered about amongst those hills alone, I could have drank in all their beauty; even in a carriage with company, it was very well. Sir James was all the while as kind and friendly as he could be: he is in much better health Miss Martineau was from home [sic]; she always leaves her house at Ambleside during the Lake season, to avoid the influx of visitors to which she would otherwise be subject.

"If I could only have dropped unseen out of the carriage, and gone away by myself in amongst those grand hills and sweet dales, I should have drank in the full power of this glorious scenery. In company this can hardly be. Sometimes, while was warning me against the faults of the artist-class, all the while vagrant artist instincts were busy in the mind of his listener.

"I forgot to tell you that, about a week before I went to Westmoreland, there came an invitation to Harden Grange; which, of course, I declined. Two or three days after, a large party made their appearance here, consisting of Mrs. F, and sundry other ladies and two gentlemen; one tall and stately, black haired and whiskered, who turned out to be Lord John Man-


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 brooded in passive surprise, then her body lost its laxness.

“Say—”

“Well,” the niece agreed judicially, “I guess that’s about what I’d have said, myself.”

“Say,” demanded Jenny, thoroughly aroused, “what did you ask me that for?”

“Just to see what you’d say. It doesn’t make any difference, you know, whether you are or not. I know lots of girls that say they’re not. I don’t think all of ’em are lying, either.”

“Maybe it don’t to some folks,” Jenny rejoined primly, “but I don’t approve of it. I think a girl loses a man’s respect by pom—prom—I don’t approve of it, that’s all. And I don’t think you had any right to ask me.”

“Good Lord, you sound like a girl scout or something. Don’t Pete ever try to persuade you otherwise?”

“Say, what’re you asking me questions like that for?”

“I just wanted to see what you’d say. I don’t think it’s anything to tear your shirt over. You’re too easily shocked, Jenny,” the niece informed her.

“Well, who wouldn’t be? If you want to know what folks say when you ask ’em things like that, why don’t you ask ’em to yourself? Did anybody ever ask you if you were one?”

“Not that I know of. But I wou—”

“Well, are you?”

The niece lay perfectly still a moment. “Am I what?”

“Are you a virgin?”

“Why, of course I am,” she answered sharply. She raised herself on her elbow. “I mean— Say, look here—”

“Well, that’s what I’d ’a’ said, myself,” Jenny responded with placid malice from the darkness.

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 me so quick,” she rushed on, “I wasn’t even thinking about being asked something like that.”

“Neither was I. You asked me quicker than I asked you.”

“But that was different. We were talking about you being one. We were not even thinking about me being one. You asked it so quick I had to say that. It wasn’t fair.”

“So did I have to say what I said. It was as fair for you as it was for me.”

“No, it was different. I had to say I wasn’t: quick, like that.”

“Well, I’ll ask it when you’re not surprised, then. Are you?”

The niece lay quiet for a time. “You mean, sure enough?”

“Yes.” Jenny breathed her warm intent breath across the other’s face.

The niece lay silent again. After a time she said: “Hell,” and then: “Yes, I am. It’s not worth lying about.”

“That’s what I think,” Jenny agreed smugly. She became placidly silent in the darkness. The other waited a moment, then said sharply:

“Well? Are you one?”

“Sure I am.”

“I mean, sure enough. You said sure enough, didn’t you?”

“Sure, I am,” Jenny repeated.

“You’re not playing fair,” the niece accused, “I told you.”

“Well, I told you, too.”

“Honest? You swear?”

“Sure, I am,” Jenny said again with her glib and devastating placidity.

The niece said, “Hell.” She snorted thinly.

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 feet. Jenny wiggled her free toes with pleasure. Presently she said:

“You're mad, ain’t you?” No reply. “You’ve got a good figure, too,” Jenny offered, conciliatory. “I think you’ve got a right sweet little shape.”

But the other refused to be cajoled. Jenny sighed again ineffably, her milk-and-honey breath. She said: “Your brother’s a college boy, ain’t he? I know some college boys. Tulane. I think college boys are cute. They don’t dress as well as Pete sloppy.” She mused for a time. “I wore a frat pin once, for a couple of days. I guess your brother belongs to it, don’t he?”

“Gus? Belong to one of these jerkwater clubs? I guess not. He’s a Yale man—he will be next month, that is. I’m going with him. They don’t take every Tom, Dick and Harry that shows up in up there. You have to wait until sophomore year. But Gus is going to work for a senior society, anyhow. He don’t think much of fraternities. Gee, you’d sure give him a laugh if he could hear you.”

“Well, I didn’t know. It seems to me one thing you join is about like another. What’s he going to get by joining the one he’s going to join?”

“You don’t get anything, stupid. You just join it.”

Jenny pondered this a while. “And you have to work to join it?”

“Three years. And only a few make it, then.”

“And if you do make it, you don’t get anything except a little button or something? Good Lord Say, you know what I’m going to tell him to-morrow? I’m going to tell him he better hold up the sheet: he’s—he’s— What’s the rest of it?”

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 ners,—the other not so distinguished-looking, shy, and a little queer, who was Mr. Smythe, the son of Lord Strangford. I found Mrs. F. a true lady in manners and appearance, very gentle and unassuming. Lord John Manners brought in his hand a brace of grouse for Papa, which was a well-timed present: a day or two before Papa had been wishing for some."

To these extracts I must add one other from a letter referring to this time. It is addressed to Miss Wooler, the kind friend of both her girlhood and womanhood, who had invited her to spend a fortnight with her at her cottage lodgings.

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"When I tell you that I have already been to the Lakes this season, and that it is scarcely more than a month since I returned, you will understand that it is no longer within my option to accept your kind invitation. I wish I could have gone to you. I have already had my excursion, and there is an end of it. Sir James Kay Shuttleworth is residing near Windermere, at a house called the 'Briery,' and it was there I was staying for a little time this August. He very kindly showed me the neighbourhood, as it can be seen from a carriage, and I discerned that the Lake country is a glorious region, of which I had only seen the similitude in dreams, waking or sleeping. Decidedly I find it does not agree with me to prosecute the search of the picturesque in a carriage. A waggon, a spring-cart, even


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 sharply, turning her back. “You don’t understand anything about it.”

“I sure don’t,” Jenny agreed, rolling away and onto her other side, and they lay with their backs to each other and their behinds just touching, as children do “Three years Good Lord.”

Fairchild had not returned. But she had known they would not: she was not even surprised, and so once more her party had evolved into interminable cards. Mrs. Wiseman, herself, Mr. Talliaferro and Mark. By craning her neck she could see Dorothy Jameson’s frail humorless intentness and the tawdry sophistication of Jenny’s young man where they swung their legs from the roof of the wheelhouse. The moon was getting up and Pete’s straw hat was a dull implacable gleam slanted above the red eye of his eternal cigarette. And, yes, there was that queer, shy, shabby Mr. Gordon, mooning alone, as usual; and again she felt a stab of reproof for having neglected him. At least the others seemed to be enjoying the voyage, however trying they might be to one another. But what could she do for him? He was so difficult, so ill at ease whenever she extended herself for him Mrs. Maurier rose.

“For a while,” she explained; “Mr. Gordon the trials of a hostess, you know. You might play dummy until I—no: wait.” She called Dorothy with saccharine insistence and presently Miss Jameson responded. “Won’t you take my hand for a short time? I’m sure the young gentleman will excuse you.”

“I’m sorry,” Miss Jameson called back. “I have a headache. Please excuse me.”

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 the time until you come back: we’ve got used to sitting around.”

“Yes, do,” Mr. Talliaferro added, “we understand.”

Mrs. Maurier looked over to where Gordon still leaned his tall body upon the rail. “I really must,” she explained again. “It’s such a comfort to have a few on whom I can depend.”

“Yes, do,” Mr. Talliaferro repeated.

When she had gone Mrs. Wiseman said: “Let’s play red dog for pennies. I’ve got a few dollars left.”

She joined him quietly. He glanced his gaunt face at her, glanced away. “How quiet, how peaceful it is,” she began, undeterred, leaning beside him and gazing also out across the restless slumber of water upon which the worn moon spread her ceaseless peacock’s tail like a train of silver sequins. In the yet level rays of the moon the man’s face was spare and cavernous, haughty and inhuman almost. He doesn’t get enough to eat, she knew suddenly and infallibly. It’s like a silver faun’s face, she thought. But he is so difficult, so shy “So few of us take time to look inward and contemplate ourselves, don’t you think? It’s the life we lead, I suppose. Only he who creates has not lost the art of this: of making his life complete by living within himself. Don’t you think so, Mr. Gordon?”

“Yes,” he answered shortly. Beyond the dimensionless curve of the deck on which he stood he could see, forward and downward, the stem of the yacht: a pure triangle of sheer white with small waves lapping at its horizontal leg, breaking and flashing each with its particle of shattered moonlight, making a ceaseless small whispering. Mrs. Maurier moved her hands in a gesture: moonlight smoldered greenly amid her rings.

“To live within yourself, to be sufficient unto yourself.

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 There is so much unhappiness in the world ” she sighed again with astonishment. “To go through life, keeping yourself from becoming involved in it, to gather inspiration for your Work—ah, Mr. Gordon, how lucky you who create are. As for we others, the best we can hope is that sometime, somewhere, somehow we may be fortunate enough to furnish that inspiration, or the setting for it, at least. But, after all, that would be an end in itself, I think. To know that one had given her mite to Art, no matter how humble the mite or the giver The humble laborer, Mr. Gordon: she, too, has her place in the scheme of things; she, too, has given something to the world, has walked where gods have trod. And I do so hope that you will find on this voyage something to compensate you for having been taken away from your Work.”

“Yes,” said Gordon again, staring at her with his arrogant uncomfortable stare. The man looks positively uncanny, she thought with a queer cold feeling within her. Like an animal, a beast of some sort. Her own gaze fluttered away and despite herself she glanced quickly over her shoulder to the reassuring group at the card table. Dorothy’s and Jenny’s young man’s legs swung innocent and rhythmic from the top of the wheelhouse, and as she looked Pete snapped his cigarette outward and into the dark water, twinkling.

“But to be a world in oneself, to regard the antics of man as one would a puppet show—ah, Mr. Gordon, how happy you must be.”

“Yes,” he repeated. Sufficient unto himself in the city of his arrogance, in the marble tower of his loneliness and pride, and She coming into the dark sky of his life like a star, like a flame  O bitter and new  Somewhere within him was a far dreadful laughter, unheard; his whole life was become toothed with jeering laughter, and he faced the old woman again, putting his hand on her and turning her face upward

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 into the moonlinght. Mrs. Maurier knew utter fear. Not fright, fear: a passive and tragic condition like a dream. She whispered Mr. Gordon, but made no sound.

“I’m not going to hurt you,” he said harshly, staring at her face as a surgeon might. “Tell me about her,” he commanded. “Why aren’t you her mother, so you could tell me how conceiving her must have been, how carrying her in your loins must have been?”

Mr. Gordon! she implored through her dry lips, without making a sound. His hand moved over her face, learning the bones of her forehead and eyesockets and nose through her flesh.

“There’s something in your face, something behind all this silliness,” he went on in his cold level voice while an interval of frozen time refused to pass. His hand pinched the loose sag of flesh around her mouth, slid along the fading line of her cheek and jaw. “I suppose you’ve had what you call your sorrows, too, haven’t you?”

“Mr. Gordon!” she said at last, finding her voice. He released her as abruptly and stood over her, gaunt and ill nourished and arrogant in the moonlight while she believed she was going to faint, hoping vaguely that he would make some effort to catch her when she did, knowing that he would not do so. But she didn’t faint, and the moon spread her silver and boneless hand on the water, and the water lapped and lapped at the pure dreaming hull of the Nausikaa with a faint whispering sound.

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 me get drunk with Dawson and Major Ayers in his place. And so, to one and all: Good night.”

“Aren’t you going to wait for Dorothy?” Mark Frost asked. She glanced toward the wheelhouse.

“No. I guess Pete can look out for himself,” she replied, and left them. The moon cast a deep shadow on the western side of the deck, and near the companionway some one lay in a chair. She slowed, passing. “Mrs. Maurier?” she said. “We wondered what had become of you. Been asleep?”

Mrs. Maurier sat up slowly, as a very old person moves. The younger woman bent down to her, quickly solicitous. “You don’t feel well, do you?”

“Is it time to go below?” Mrs. Maurier asked, raising herself more briskly. “Our bridge game”

“You all had beat us too badly. But can’t I—”

“No, no,” Mrs. Maurier objected quickly, a trifle testily. “Its nothing: I was just sitting here enjoying the moonlight.”

“We thought Mr. Gordon was with you.” Mrs. Maurier shuddered.

“These terrible men,” she said with an attempt at lightness. “These artists!”

“Gordon, too? I thought he had escaped Dawson and Julius.”

“Gordon, too,” Mrs. Maurier replied. She rose. “Come, I think we’d better go to bed.” She shuddered again, as with cold: her flesh seemed to shake despite her, and she took the younger woman’s arm, clinging to it. “I do feel a little tired,” she confessed. “The first few days are always trying, don’t you think? But we have a very nice party, don’t you think so?”

“An awfully nice party,” the other agreed without irony. “But we are all tired: we’ll all feel better to-morrow, I know.”

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 Mrs. Maurier descended the stairs slowly, heavily. The other steadied her with her strong hand, and opening Mrs. Maurier’s door she reached in and found the light button. “There. Would you like anything before you go to bed?”

“No, no,” Mrs. Maurier answered, entering and averting her face quickly. She crossed the room and busied herself at the dressing table, keeping her back to the other. “Thank you, nothing. I shall go to sleep at once, I think. I always sleep well on the water. Good night.”

Mrs. Wiseman closed the door. I wonder what it is, she thought, I wonder what happened to her? She went on along the passage to her own door. Something did, something happened to her, she repeated, putting her hand on the door and turning the knob.

The moon had got higher, that worn and bloodless one, old and a little weary and shedding her tired silver on yacht and water and shore; and the yacht, the deck and its fixtures, was passionless as a dream upon the shifting silvered wings of water when she appeared in her bathing suit. She stood for a moment in the doorway until she saw movement and his white shirt where he half turned on the coil of rope where he sat. Her lifted hand blanched slimly in the hushed treachery of the moon: a gesture, and her bare feet made no sound on the deck.

“Hello, David. I’m on time, like I said. Where’s your bathing suit?”

“I didn’t think you would come,” he said, looking up at her, “I didn’t think you meant it.”

“Why not?” she asked. “Good Lord, what’d I want to tell you I was for, if I wasn’t?”

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 “I don’t know. I just thought You sure are brown, seeing it in the moonlight.”

“Yes, I’ve got a good one,” she agreed. “Where’s your bathing suit? Why haven’t you got it on?”

“You were going to get one for me, you said.”

She stared at his face in consternation. “That’s right: I sure was. I forgot it. Wait, maybe I can wake Josh up and get it. It won’t take long. You wait here.”

He stopped her. “I’ll be all right. Don’t bother about it to-night. I’ll get it some other time.”

“No, I’ll get it. I want somebody to go in with me. You wait.”

“No, never mind: I’ll row the boat for you.”

“Say, you still don’t believe I meant it, do you?” She examined him curiously. “All right, then. I guess I’ll have to go in by myself. You can row the boat, anyway. Come on.”

He fetched the oars and they got in the tender and cast off. “Only I wish you had a bathing suit,” she repeated from the stern. “I’d rather have somebody to go in with me. Couldn’t you go in in your clothes or something? Say, I’ll turn my back, and you take off your clothes and jump in: how about that?”

“I guess not,” he answered in alarm. “I guess I better not do that.”

“Shucks, I wanted somebody to go swimming with me. It’s not any fun, by myself Take off your shirt and pants, then, and go in in your underclothes. That’s almost like a bathing suit. I went in yesterday in Josh’s.”

“I’ll row the boat for you while you go in,” he repeated. The niece said Shucks again. David pulled steadily on upon the mooned and shifting water. Little waves slapped the bottom of the boat lightly as it rose and fell, and behind them

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 the yacht was pure and passionless as a dream against the dark trees.

“I just love to-night,” the niece said. “It’s like we owned everything.” She lay flat on her back on the stern seat, propping her heels against the gunwale. David pulled rhythmically, the motion of the boat was a rhythm that lent to the moon and stars swinging up and down beyond the tapering simplicity of her propped knees a motion slow and soothing as a huge tree in a wind.

“How far do you want to go?” he asked presently.

“I don’t care,” she answered, gazing into the sky. He rowed on, the oarlocks thumping and measured, and she turned onto her belly, dragging her arm in the water while small bubbles of silver fire clung to her arm, broke away reluctantly and swam slowly to the surface, disappeared Little casual swells slapped the bottom of the boat, lightly, and slid along beside the hull, mooned with bubbling fire. She slid her legs overside and swung from the stern of the boat, dragging through the water. He pulled on a few strokes.

“I can’t row with you hanging there,” he said. Her two hands vanished from the gunwale and her dark head vanished, but when he slewed the boat sharply and half rose, she reappeared, whipping a faint shower of silver drops from her head. The moon slid and ran on her alternate arms and before her spread a fan of silver lines, shifting and spreading and fading.

“Gee,” she said. Her voice came low along the water, not loud but still distinct: little waves lapped at it. “It’s grand: warm as warm. You better come in.” Her head vanished again, he saw her sickling legs as they vanished, and once more she rayed shattered silver from her flung head. She swam up to the boat. “Come on in, David,” she insisted.

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 “Take off your shirt and pants and jump in. I’ll swim out and wait for you. Come on, now,” she commanded.

So he removed his outer garments, sitting in the bottom of the boat, and slid quickly and modestly into the water. “Isn’t it grand?” she called to him. “Come on out here.”

“We better not get too far from the boat,” he said cautiously, “she ain’t got any anchor, you know.”

“We can catch it. It won’t drift fast. Come on out here, and I’ll race you back to it.”

He swam out to where her dark wet head awaited him. “I bet I beat you,” she challenged. “Are you ready? One. Two. Three—Go!” And she did beat him and with a single unceasing motion she slid upward and into the tender, and stood erect for the moonlight to slide over her in hushed silver.

“I’ll plunge for distance with you,” she now challenged. David hung by his hands, submerged to his neck. She waited for him to get into the skiff, then she said: “You can dive, can’t you?” But he still clung to the gunwale, looking up at her. “Come on, David,” she said sharply. “Are you timid, or what? I’m not going to look at you, if you don’t want me to.” So he got into the boat, modestly keeping his back to her, but even his wet curious garment could not make ridiculous the young lean splendor of him.

“I don’t see what you are ashamed of. You’ve got a good physique,” she told him. “Tall and hard looking Are you ready? One. Two. Three—Go!”

But soon she was content to float on her back and recover breath, while he trod water beside her. Little hands of water lapped at her, in her hair and upon her face, and she breathed deeply, closing her eyes against the bland waning moon.

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 .—Sunday, March 24th, 1878, will long be remembered as the date of the capsizing of, with loss of about 300 lives, at four p.m., off , on the east side of the Isle of Wight. The violent but brief atmospheric disturbance which was the cause of this catastrophe appears to have advanced from the N.W., and reached the north of England about ten a.m. Taking a south-easterly course, snow began to fall at Leicester about 1:45, and was followed by a strong gusty wind, but in an hour all was over. The barometer here fell but little, from 29.599 at nine a.m., to 29.494 at 12:45, and 29.477 at nine p.m. The next morning showed a marked recovery—23.731. The following interesting notes will show that the squall was of a more severe character in the West Midlands. The situation of the Eurydice—but a short distance to the S.E. of high cliffs, behind which chalk downs rise to a height of 800 or 900 feet, will sufficiently explain the way in which the squall took the vessel by surprise. The squall advancing from the N. W., the vessel was screened from it until it burst down the steep slope of the land in full fury.

The following notes on the weather of March 24th, are from observers whose names will be found in the Meteorological Returns for March, in Connection with their respective stations:—, (Chesterfield.)—Lightning, with snow. .—A sudden dense storm of snow, covering the ground inches deep, with a violent wind. . (Cheadle.)—The snow squall which swept across England from N. to S., reached Wean about noon, and cleared off about 12 45. .—A terrible snow storm, of short duration, burst over here at 2 p.m. .—Thunder and lightning, with violent wind, accompanying a snow storm. , (Shrewsbury.)—Violent storm at noon; darkness and heavy snow, , (Bishop's Castle.)—The snow storm or cyclone was very violent here about noon, and was followed by a display of Aurora Borealis at night,, (Bishop's Castle.)—The squall struck here with one terrific gust at 12 noon. .—A severe snow storm with strong N.W. wind at 12 noon: lasted about an hour. Bar, 29.431 at 12¼; Temp. 35.5. .—The storm burst on us very suddenly from the N.W. at 1240, The barometer only fell two-tenths of an inch from 9 a.m., and quickly recovered, .—The storm struck here about 1 p.m. with the contrast in less than two minutes from bright sunshine to a perfect hurricane of wind, dust, and snow so thick and dense that nothing could be seen twenty yards off, was most extraordinary. It was all over and bright sunshine in about ten minutes. Bar, at 9 a.m. 29.84, at 1 p.m., 29.44. .—Snowstorm 12 to 12 30, then clear till 6 p.m. .—Rapid fall of Bar. Snow from 1.30 to 6.30 with squalls of wind.

Correspondence.

Lepidoptera.—On April the 18th, on the banks of the Great Western Railway between Reading and Oxford I saw three specimens of C. Ednsa; also, one of C. Rhanni—E. H. Maycock.

The Harebell with White Flowers.—In 1875 I observed a number of white harebells on a bank in the parish of Dalby, on the chalk hills or wolds in the east of Lincolnshire. If I am in the same locality this Summer I will look for them, and can then answer the two last questions.—A. E. J.


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THE KOREAN WAR AND ITS AFTERMATH

$1$ Public Papers of the Presidents of the United States: Harry S. Truman, January 1, 1950 to December 1950 (Washington, D.C.: Government Printing Office, 1965), p. 532.

$2$ Ltr, TAG to CinC, Far East, 12 Jun 50, sub: Activation, Inactivation, Redesignation, and Reorganization of Certain Units in the Far East Command, AGAO-1 322 (10 Apr 50) G–I–M, AG Reference files, DAMH-HSO; Schnabel, Policy and Direction, pp. 86–87, 90–94; Stubbs and Connor, Armor-Cavatry, p. 77.

$3$ Schnabel, Policy and Direction, pp. 80–88.

$4$ Ltr, TAG to CinC, Far East, 26 Jul 50, sub; Reorganization of Certain Units in the Far East Command, AGAO-I 322 (21 Jul 50) G–1 M, AG Reference files, DAMH-HSO; Elva Stillwaugh, "Personnel Policies in the Korean Conflict," ch, 1, pp. 32–40, Ms, DAMH-HSR.

$5$ Roy E. Appleman, South to the Naktong, North to the Yalu, United States Army in the Korean War (Washington, D.C.: Government Printing Office, 1961), pp. 385–89; Charles G. Cleaver, "History of the Korean War," vol. 3, pt. 2, Personnel Problems, pp. 7–12, Ms, DAMH-HSR; David Curtis Skaggs, "The KATUSA Experiment: The Integration of Korean Nationals into the U.S, Army, 1950–1965," Military Affairs 38 (Apr 1974): 53–58.

$6$ Schnabel, Policy and Direction, pp. 92–96, 168–71.

$7$ Appleman, South to the Naktong. pp. 389–90; T.R. Fehrenback, This Kind of War: A Study in Unpreparedness (New York: Maemillan Company, 1963), p. 202; Ltr, Henry P. Carrington to Edgar M. Howell, 18 Nov 50, 63d Field Artillery Battalion file, DAMH-HSO; Military History Section, “A Brief History of the 34th Infantry Regiment” (United States Army Forces, Far East, Nov 1954), 34th Infantry file, DAMH-HSO.

$8$ Schnabel, Policy and Direction, pp. 131–34; Max W. Dolcater, 3d Infantry Division in Korea (Tokyo: Toppan Printing Co., 1953), pp. 57–65; Ltr, TAG to CGs, Third and Second Armies, 25 Aug 50, sub: Organization and Reorganization of Certain Units, AGAO-I 322 (17 Aug 50) G–1–M, Ltr, TAG to CinC, Far East, 6 Oct 50, sub: Changes of Certain Units in the Far East Command, AGAO-I 322 (4 Sep 50), G–1–M, and Ltr TAG to CG, Third Army, 19 Mar 51, sub: Change in Status. of Certain Units, AGAO-I 322 (2 Mar 51) G–1–M, all 3d Inf Div file, DAMH-HSO.

$9$
Stillwaugh, “Personnel Policies,” ch. 6, pp. 1–4.

$10$
Billy C. Mossman, Ebb and Flow, November 1950–July 1951, United States Army in the Korean War (Washington, D.C.: Government Printing Office, 1990), pp. 237, 247, 503; Walter G. Hermes, Truce Tent and Fighting Front. United States Army in the Korean War (Washington, D.C.: Government Printing Office, 1966), p. 472.

$11$
Schnabel, Policy and Direction, pp. 117–20; Stillwaugh, “Personnel Policies,” ch, 1, pp. 9–12; Ltr, TAG to CGs, Third, Fourth, and Sixth Armies, 16 Oct 50, sub: Change in Status of Certain Units, AGAO-1 322 (29 Aug 50), G–1–M, 4th Inf Div file, DAMH-HSO.

$12$
Schnabel, Policy and Direction, pp. 122–25, 294; National Guard Bureau, "Induction and Release of Army National Guard Units," pp. 21–24, National Guard Induction, Korean. War. Reference Paper files, DAMH-HSO; OCAFF Diary, "Action in Support of FECOM 3 July 1950–30 September 1950," Ms, DAMH-HSR; Ltr, TAG to CGs, First, Second, Third, Fourth, Fifth, and Sixth Armies. 6 Sep 50, sub: Reorganization of Certain Units Called to Active Duty from Civilian Components, AGAO-I 322 Gen Res (23 Aug 50) G–1–M, AG Reference files, DAMH-HSO.

$13$
Crossland and Currie, Twice a Citizen, pp. 96–97; Ltr, TAG to CG, Third Army, 10 Aug 50, sub: Activation of the 8th Infantry Division (Training), AGAO-I 322 (7 Aug 50) G–1–M, 8th Inf Div file, GO 51, Fort Jackson, South Carolina, 1950, Ltr, TAG to CG, Second Army, 10 Aug 50, sub: Activation of the 101st Airborne Division (Training), AGAO-I 322 (7 Aug 50) G–1–M, 101st Abn Div file, Ltr, TAG to CG, Fourth Army, 21 Aug 50, sub: Activation of the 5th Armored Division, 21 Aug 50, AGAO-I 322 Training Div (15 Aug 50) G–1–M, 5th Armd Div file, Ltr, TAG to CG, Fifth Army, 21 Aug 50, sub: Activation of the 6th Armored Division,


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 * Atheta freta n. sp.—Moderately slender and convex, feebly shining, finely micro-reticulate, the head most strongly so (♂), the abdomen faintly and irregularly, the punctures very fine and close, asperulate; color piceous-black, the prothorax but little paler, the elytra and legs moderately pale; head broadly, longitudinally and feebly impressed (♂), the eyes moderate, the carinæ fine and scarcely entire, the antennæ piceous, gradually paler basally, slender, moderate in length, feebly incrassate, the outer joints evidently transverse, the last slightly longer than the two preceding, the second and third equal, feebly and strongly obconic respectively; prothorax moderately transverse, but little narrower than the elytra, much wider than the head, parallel and evenly arcuate at the sides, scarcely impressed; elytra moderately transverse, much longer than the prothorax; abdomen narrower than the elytra, parallel basally, thence feebly narrowing apically, the punctures rather close but feeble, the fifth tergite much longer than the fourth, the sixth (♂) broadly, transversely truncate and very finely but distinctly crenulate, the lateral crenelures scarcely larger but more pointed and dentiform. Length 2.5 mm.; width 0.55 mm. North Dakota (Bismarck).
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The antennæ and male sexual characters are sufficiently distinctive to identify this species, which is a little smaller than either of the two preceding.

Resembles annexa somewhat, but differs in the prothorax, which is parallel and evenly rounded at the sides in that species.


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1. I agree with the Court’s reasoning supporting its Order. I make this declaration to add an additional element to this reasoning.

2. First, by way of background, the attacks on civilians in Israel on 7 October 2023 were acts of brutality that must be condemned in the strongest possible terms. It is estimated that 1,200 Israelis lost their lives and 5,500 were wounded and maimed in those attacks.

3. To date, however, more than 25,000 civilians in Gaza have reportedly lost their lives as a result of Israel’s military campaign in response to those attacks, many of them women and children. Several thousands are reportedly still missing. Tens of thousands of others have reportedly been injured. Dwellings, businesses and places of worship have been destroyed. It is also reported by United Nations agencies that 26 hospitals and over 200 schools have been damaged. Approximately 85 per cent of Gaza’s population has been displaced as a result of the conflict. The situation in Gaza has turned into a humanitarian catastrophe.

4. I note in this connection that, while the present request only concerns the Genocide Convention, other bodies of international law also apply in an armed conflict such as this one, including in particular international humanitarian law.

5. This is an Order granting provisional measures, in accordance with Article 41 (1) of the Statute and the jurisprudence of the Court. According to this provision, “[t]he Court shall have the power to indicate, if it considers that circumstances so require, any provisional measures which ought to be taken to preserve the respective rights of either party”.

6. Needless to say, the case has not been fully argued at this point, nor does the Court have before it anything even approaching a full factual record. For these reasons alone, it is clear that the Court is not, and cannot be, deciding South Africa’s actual claims under the Convention on the Prevention and Punishment of the Crime of Genocide (the “Genocide Convention”), as articulated in paragraph 110 of its Application instituting proceedings (the “Application”). Similarly, the Court is not, at this stage, deciding whether to grant any of the relief South Africa requests in paragraph 111 of its Application.

7. All the Court is doing is rendering a decision on South Africa’s Request for the indication of provisional measures (the “Request”), which is a discrete request to the Court. In making a decision on the Request, different legal tests and thresholds apply. These are elementary points, but, in the particular context of this case, they bear repeating. It is against this background that one must read the Court’s Order.

8. As part of its decision on whether to grant provisional measures, the Court must, in weighing the plausibility of the rights whose protection is claimed, consider such evidence as is before it at


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RV 52 (Rh) it; which only false Religion, or fantastical Opinion, deriv'd commonly from Superstition and Credulity, is able to effect.

as to the last Case,

evident, that a Creature having this sort of or good Affection in any degree, must necessarily act according to it; if it happens not to be oppos'd, either by some settled sedate Affection towards a conceiv'd private Good, or by some sudden, strong and forcible Passion, as of Lust or Anger; which may not only subdue the Sense of Right and Wrong, but the very Sense of private Good it-self; and overrule even the most familiar and receiv'd Opinion of what is conducing to Self-interest.

it is not our business in this place to examine the several Means or Methods by which this Corruption is introduc'd or increas'd. We are to consider only how the Opinions concerning a Deity can influence one way or another. Rh


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Distinguishable from allied species by the rather narrower, less transverse prothorax, sternal and tarsal characters.

A moderately large species, allied to replicans but differing in the longer, more acute mesosternal process, still longer antennæ, more nearly entire cephalic carinæ and other characters.


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 this stage, preliminary though it might be. In particular, it must, in this case, take into account the widespread destruction in Gaza and loss of life that the population of Gaza has thus far endured. Article II of the Genocide Convention provides that an intent “to destroy, in whole or in part, a national, ethnical, racial or religious group, as such” is a constitutive element of genocide as defined under the Convention. Disputes with respect to the meaning of this requirement have, in the past, been before this Court, and the Court’s decisions have shed light on the requirements of this provision. According to the Court’s jurisprudence, “in order to infer the existence of dolus specialis from a pattern of conduct, it is necessary and sufficient that this is the only inference that could reasonably be drawn from the acts in question”. However, the Court need not, at a provisional measures stage, make a final determination on the existence of such intent. In its Order of 23 January 2020 indicating provisional measures in the case concerning Application of the Convention on the Prevention and Punishment of the Crime of Genocide (The Gambia v. Myanmar), the Court stated that,

"“[i]n view of the function of provisional measures, which is to protect the respective rights of either party pending its final decision, the Court does not consider that the exceptional gravity of the allegations is a decisive factor warranting, as argued by Myanmar, the determination, at the present stage of the proceedings, of the existence of a genocidal intent”."

It added that “all the facts and circumstances mentioned … are sufficient to conclude that the rights claimed by The Gambia and for which it is seeking protection … are plausible”.

9. Again, the Court is not at this point deciding whether, in fact, such intent existed or exists. All it is deciding is whether rights under the Genocide Convention are plausible. Here, the widespread nature of the military campaign in Gaza, as well as the loss of life, injury, destruction and humanitarian needs following from it—much of which is a matter of public record and has been ongoing since October 2023—are by themselves capable of supporting a plausibility finding with respect to rights under Article II.

10. Taken together and, bearing in mind the lower standards that apply in respect of provisional measures as opposed to the merits, the evidence on the record at this stage in the proceedings is such that, in the circumstances of this case, the Court was justified in granting provisional measures in the terms it did.

11. Going further, though, all participants in the conflict must ensure that all fighting and hostilities come to an immediate halt and that remaining hostages captured on 7 October 2023 are unconditionally released forthwith.

(Signed) Dalveer.


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RV 53 (Rh) it is possible for a Creature capable of using Reflection, to have a Liking or Dislike of moral Actions, and consequently a Sense of Right and Wrong, before such time as he may have any settled Notion of, is what will hardly be question'd: it being a thing not expected, or any-way possible, that a Creature such as Man, arising from his Childhood, slowly and gradually, to several degrees of Reason and Reflection, shou'd, at the very first, be taken up with those Speculations, or more refin'd sort of Reflections, about the Subject of  Existence.

us suppose a Creature, who wanting Reason, and being unable to reflect, has, notwithstanding, many good Qualitys and Affections; as Love to his Kind, Courage, Gratitude, or Pity. 'Tis certain that if you give to this Creature a reflecting Faculty, it will at the same instant approve of Gratitude, Kindness, and Pity; be taken with any shew or representation of the social Passion, and think nothing more amiable than this, or more odious than the contrary. And this is to be capable of, and to have a Sense of and. Rh


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 Historic, archived

Do

not

scientific

assume content knowledge,

document reflects current

policies, or practices.


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 UNITED STATES DEPARTMENT OF AGRICULTURE

w

BULLETIN

No. 309

Contribution from the Bureau of Plant Industry A. TAYLOR, Chief

WM.

PROFESSIONAL PAPER

Washington, D. C.

November

4,

1915

ZACATON AS A PAPER-MAKING MATERIAL. By Charles

J.

Brand, in

Charge,

and Jason L. Merrill, Assistant Chemist, Paper-

Plant Investigations. 1

CONTENTS. Page. Introduction

Botanical history and

zacaton Distribution of zacaton

Laboratory tests of pulp production Micromeasurements of fibers and other

3 6

Physical tests of zacaton papers

25

Conclusion

27

10 cells

.

Page.

Chemical investigation of the grass and pulp. Cellulose from zacaton Semicommercial tests of the pulp

1

systematic position of

15

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20

14

INTRODUCTION. There appears to be a constant and increasing interest in the discovery plant materials which may be substituted for wood and rags in the making of paper stock of various kinds. The uses to which paper may be put are multiplying rapidly, the consumption for present purposes is increasing greatly, and there is a constant depletion of existing supplies. Many materials from both wild and cultivated plants are at present going to waste, so that a natural desire to save them adds to the general interest in the subject. This interest is world wide and practically spontaneous. In southern China bamboos and rice straw are under experiment; in Manchuria the stalks of the grain sorghums; in Mexico wood waste and various trees not now used for other purposes; and in Egypt the plant formation known as Nile suud, which constitutes the dense jungle growth of the upper White Nile and contains a large proportion of papyrus plants. In the Philippines attention is being given to bamboos and various other grasses and also to the fibrous by-products of the Manila-hemp indusof

1

The Paper- Plant Investigations

of Charles J.

—

Bureau of Plant Industry are conducted under the direction Markets and Rural Organization.

of the

Brand, Chief of the Office

of

Note. This bulletin should be useful to all persons who are interested in the economic phases of paper making, especially to print and book paper manufacturers. It has a botanic and chemical interest as well. 6826°— Bull. 309—15

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2

309, TJ.

S.

DEPARTMENT OF AGRICULTURE.

In this country scarcely a month passes during which some wild plant or crop waste is not proposed as a certain and permanent relief to the paper manufacturer from the stress resulting from try.

new

the rising cost of raw materials.

The past 10 years have witnessed an enormous growth in the pulp and paper industry and a keener realization of the fact that the present wood supply of the United States can not indefinitely withstand the demands placed upon it. About 80 per cent of the paper stock used in this country is derived from wood. In 1900 about 2,000,000 cords of wood were used for pulp manufacture, and the present use is approximately 4,500,000 cords a year. Pulp-wood imports in this country increased from 650,000 cords at $4.20 per cord in 1907 to In 1903, 131,000 tons of wood pulp 1,036,000 cords at $6.60 in 1913. were imported, as against 563,000 tons in 1913. In a report of the United States Forest Service in 1914 the annual growth of wood in the United States is placed at 12 cubic feet per acre per year, while there are being removed 36 cubic feet per acre per year; in other words, as a nation, wood is being used three times Without doubt imported wood will play an as fast as it grows. important role in the paper industry of this country for many years to come. New woods are in common use to-day which would not have been considered a few years ago, and reforesting is being given very serious attention, all of which goes to show a desire on the part of the pulp manufacturer to husband his present source of supply or to secure

new sources. demand for paper stock is gaining so rapidly upon the very clear that the price of raw material will continue to increase and in so doing will bring other raw materials into competiIt is for this reason that investigations of the adaptability of tion. fibrous plants and crop wastes should be carried on with some of the more promising materials. The Office of Paper-Plant Investigations of the Bureau of Plant Industry has numerous materials under examination and proposes from time to time, as the data obtained may warrant, to publish the information which has been secured. The publication of these data will not mean that the work with the material has been completed or that the conclusions reached are final. There is always a possibility that further information and the devising of new and Since the

supply

better

it is

methods may

result in taking a

unpromising materials and placing

raw material from the it

in

the class

of

class of

promising

materials.

The work with zacaton (Epicampes macroura Benth.) has

pro-

gressed to a point where at least a preliminary publication of results is

desirable.


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BOTANICAL HISTORY AND SYSTEMATIC POSITION OF ZACATON.

The genus Epicampes was established by Dr. J. S. Presl, of the 1 University of Prague, in his treatment of the Graminese in 1830. The type species of the genus is Epicampes strictus, which Presl on plate 39

figures

of his

work.

The following characterization

of the

genus

is

taken from Scribner: 2

Haenk. 1:235, t. 39. 1830. Spikelets small, 1-flowered. membranaceous, slightly unequal, convex on the back, carinate, often finely 3-nerved; flowering glumes 3-nerved, obtuse or emarginate, a little shorter or about the length of the empty glumes, and tipped with a slender, usually rather Stamens 3. Styles distinct, short; stigmas short awn, which is rarely wanting. plumose. Grain included within the glumes, free. Tall, perennial grasses with usually very long, spikelike, many-flowered panicles.

Epicampes

Presl, Bel.

Empty glumes

2,

The genus belongs

to the tribe Agrostidese of Engler

and Prantl, 3

This Old making in the World, the raw for paper used grass is extensively Tripoli. The Algeria, and from Spain, chiefly material coming 4 has received several common names, species Epicampes macroura of its roots in the manufacture utilization the to refer which most of wire-grass, and rice-root grass are grass, Broom-root of brushes. in this case, has no relation to Rice, names. English common the but the name arises from the of commerce, grain rice well-known the to

which

the true esparto, Stipa tenacissima L., also belongs.

K. B.

Reliquiae Haenkeanae ...

1

Presl,

2

Scribner, F. L.

American grasses—III.

v. 1,

U.

S.

p'. 235, pi. 39. Pragae, 1830. Dept. Agr., Div. Agros. Bui.

20, p. 75, 1900.

Haeckel, Ernst. Gramineae (echte Graser). In Engler, Adolf, and Prantl, K. A. E. Die Natiirlichen Pflanzenfamilien ... T. 2, AM, 2, p. 45, 50. Leipzig, 1887. < This grass was first brought to the senior writer's attention in December, 1909, by Mr. L. H. Dewey, Botanist in Charge of Fiber Investigations, who transmitted a bundle of the grass tops for possible test. s

The sample weighed between 2 and 3 pounds and had been sent to Mr. Dewey from Mexico by the Ox Fiber Brush Co. of Frederick, Md. Subsequently, Mr. O. F. Cook, Bionomist in Charge of Crop Acclimatization and Adaptation Investigations, directed the writer's attention to certain notes of his on Epicampes previously published. (Cook, O. F. Vegetation affected by agriculture in Central America. U. S. Dept. ,

Agr., Bur. Plant Indus. Bui. 145, p. 19-20, 1909.) These notes are of sufficient interest, showing the size, Discussing the resistance, and aggressiveness of the grass, to warrant quoting them in this connection.

distribution of pines

and oaks

as determined

by the

clearing of land, Mr.

Cook

says:

the characteristic that enables the pines to establish themselves in open grass lands. Young pines with the growing bud surrounded by many green needles can survive fires that kill seedlings of other plants. As the trees grow larger they are protected by a thickened bark which is a very poor con-

'Ability to resist

fire is

ductor of heat and not readily combustible.

Nevertheless, the survival of the pines depends on the chance which prevent the accumulation of grass in large quantities. With grass enough to burn, even large pines may be killed by fire and the pine forest driven back from areas it has already occupied. In this way a species of wire-grass (Epicampes) is destroying forests of alders and pines on the upper slopes of the Vulcan de Agua in Guatemala. Before the access of fires this grass appears to have been confined to the crater and to the very dry upper slopes, where the pine trees are small and scattering. Now that the belts of humid forests lower down have been broken by clearings the grass has the assistance of fire and is destroying the trees with increasing rapidity. "There are no springs or streams on the upper slopes of the volcano, so that the grass is not pastured. Its long wiry stems and leaves accumulate until there are quantities of fuel sufficient to kill large trees and to drive back the forest for long distances at each conflagration. The lower the grass comes the more luxuriant its growth and the more destructive the next fire. This will continue as long as the grass is ungrazed or care is not taken to burn the grass every year in order to prevent the accumulation of dangerous quantities of

frequent

fires

of fuel.

"The

roots of this grass are well protected from the fire by masses of the closely packed stems. These remain wet while everything else is thoroughly dried. Except in rainy weather, no water can be obtained from the extremely coarse and loose volcanic ashes and rocks of which the upper parts of the mountain are composed." tufts


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fact that the

309, U.

DEPARTMENT OF AGRICULTURE.

S.

Mexican name

is "Raiz de zacaton"; that Zacaton is the name most Mexico. The French name for the root-brush mate-

for the roots

roots of grass, in literal translation.

is,

commonly

applied to the species in

1

"chiendent,"

rial is

while "Mexican whisk" other to

an-

still

is

name

applied

first

known Epi -

it.

The

collection

of

cam pes macroura was made by Humboldt and Bonpland in the mountains of Toluca, in the State of

Mexico,

altitude

of

at

an

10,500

sometime prior In the working up of this feet,

to 1815.

collection the speci-

mens were assigned to the genus Crypsis Ait.

under the spe-

cific

names

ma-

croura, phleoides, and stricta. About 1829,

when Kunth

published that portion of his Revision '

'

des Graminees" 2 containing the Agrohe evidently

stideae,

— Zacaton

(Epicampes macroura), whole plant, one-sixth natural Three spikelets, 4 times natural size; b, empty glumes, 4 times natural size; c flowering glume, dorsal view, 4 times natural size;

Fig.

1.

size,

a,

,

d, palet,

dorsal view, 4 times natural size.

had changed his mind as to the assignment of these specimens to Crypsis

and reassigned them genus Cinna. Many years later, about 1886, Eugene Fournier, 3 in working up the collections of Mexican plants deposited in the herbarium of the Museum of Paris, established a new genus, to Linnseus's

1

Zacaton as a common name is applied also to Muhlcnbcrgia distichophylla (Presl) Kunth and Sporobolus Munro. Kunth, K. S. Revision des Graminees. 3 v. Paris, 1829. Fournier, Eugene. Mexicanas Plantas pars. 2, p. 90. Parisiis, 1886.

wrightii 2 3

.

.

.


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 The legend of figure 2 should read; Cross section of a leaf b]_ade, x 240, showing hypo Fig, 2. fermal stereome, the large water-storage tissue, the palisade Bsue, and the mestome surrounded by a parenchyma sheath and a thick-walled mestome sheath.

The legend of figure 6, page 8, should read: Cross section of part of a culm from the epidermis Fig, 6, x 320, showing hypodermal stereome, two to the central cavity, Mstome strands, and colorless parenchyma between them. 'I


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which he called Crypsinna, based in part on the Crypsis of Humboldt, Bonpland, and Kunth, and in part on the Cinna of Kunth. As 1

established croura,

and

proof or a

by Fournier, Crypsinna included the species stricta, masetifolia. In November, 1881, Bentham, 2 having seen a copy of Founder's work before its publication, disagreed

with him and assigned the species macroura and macroura in the genus Epicampes Presl.

The following characterization

of

stricta

both

to

Epicampes macroura has been by Humboldt, Bon-

translated from the original Latin description pland, and Kunth: 1

Crypsis macroura. Culm erect, simple, glabrous; leaves and sheaths scabrous; panicle spikelike, very long, cylindrical, erect; glumes equal, [floret] nearly as long

Found on the sunny side of a mountain

as the glumes.

mountain

Fig.

of Toluca, at

an altitude

in the State of Mexico near the Flowers in September.

of 11,000 feet.

—

Cross section of part of a culm from the epidermis to the central cavity, X 320, showing hypodermal stereome, two mestome strands, and colorless parenchyma between them.

2.

Culms

linear,

striate, glabrous,

longer than the internodes.

(2-cleft),

pubescent below the glabrous nodes. Sheaths rather lax, Ligule very long, less than 1 inch, bifid

erect, simple, 3 or 4 feet tall, glabrous,

Leaves narrowly

glabrous,

strictly erect,

1

convolute

(?), striate,

the lobes acuminate.

foot long.

slightly scabrous.

Panicle spikelike,

dense,

Spikelets pediceled, the pedicels scabrous.

cylindrical,

Glumes linear,

acuminate, carinate, subequal, nearly glabrous, ciliate-hispid on the back, green. Floret slightly shorter than the glumes, lanceolate, acute, the lemma and palea concave, equal, slightly scabrous, green; the lemma 3-nerved, the palea 2-nerved, narrower.

The general appearance

of a

few culms taken from the tufts in shown in figure 1, which was drawn

which this grass usually grows is from a herbarium specimen. Figures

2

to 6, inclusive,

show the

microscopical structure of the zacaton plant. 3 The appearance of These an average and two small-sized tufts is shown in figure 7 1

H amboldt, Alexander, Bonpland, A.

t. 1, 2

3

p. 140-141.

J.

A.,

and Kunth, K.

S.

Nova Genera et Species Plantarum

.

Lutetise Parisiorum, 1815.

Bentham, George. Notes on Graminese. In Jour. Linn. Soc. [London], Bot., v. The drawings for figures 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, and 11 were made by Dr. Theodor Holm.

19, p. 87-88.

1881.

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tufts furnished the

309,

U.

S.

DEPARTMENT OF AGRICULTURE.

raw material

for the first laboratory experiments

with zacaton.

DISTRIBUTION OF ZACATON.

1

The genus Epicampes is exclusively American. About 16 species have been described, some of which, in the opinion of expert agrostologists, would not retain specific rank under critical study. The ranges of the various species extend from California and Texas southward to" the Argentinian Andes Mexico is richest hi number of species, and there also the root-harvesting industry has reached its highest development. E. macroura has been reported from many widely separated localities from Texas to Central America. The collection in the United States National Herbarium embraces specimens from the following localities in Mexico: Canyon de San Diego, State of Chihuahua; San Luis Potosi, State of San Luis Potosi;

Fig.

3.— Longitudinal

section of calm,

X

480,

showing

spiral

and porous

vessels, stereome,

and

thin-

walled parenchyma.

Sayula, State of Jalisco; Morelia, State of Michoacan;

Nevada de

Toluca, Ixtaccihuatl, Popocatepetl, Salazar, Cima, Federal District of Mexico; Eslava, State of Mexico; Mount Orizaba, San Marcos, San

Andres, and San Miguel, State of Puebla. Zacaton grows most profusely in the mountain regions east and west of the City of Mexico. It is especially luxuriant in the districts around Sayula and Toluca, in the States of Jalisco and Mexico, respectively (it will be remembered that the original collection of

Humboldt and Bonpland was made on the mountain of Toluca), is now said to be harvested around Uruapan, in the State of Michoacan. The grass is generally consid-

while the finest quality of roots

ered a pest, but a few attempts to subject it to crude methods of cultivation are reported to have given good results. It is perennial, 1

Many

of the data in this

and the following paragraphs regarding

ing of the roots have been secured from Mr. A.

McEwcn,

distribution, climate,

Frederick,

Md.

and the harvest-