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 that would cuddle up to her generous breast and take the ache out of her heart. She had not said so to any one, but she wanted Pierre. She could cuddle and talk to him, and he would not talk back. She could love with all the passion of her great heart and Pierre would love back and shower her face with kisses, and they could have such a good time if he were only there. He had done his part in this horrible old war. They ought to let him come home. She would telegraph the general that minute, that she must have Pierre back. She reached out her hand to press the button, but stopped in the movement, for an automobile horn had honked in the yard. Then Madame's heart almost stopped beating, for she heard Pierre's bark. It was so eager, so joyous, and so glad that there was no mistaking it.


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Rh noble stranger from Netherland. Mickle wonders the hand of valiant Siegfried wrought. Whate’er the knights have done in strife, Dankwart and Hagen and other men of the king, however much they strove for honor, ’tis but as the wind compared with Siegfried, the son of Siegmund, the king. They slew full many a hero in the fray, but none might tell you of the wonders which Siegfried wrought, whenever he rode into the fight. Great woe he did the ladies through their kin; upon the field the love of many a dame lay dead. His blows were heard to ring so loud upon the helmets, that from the wounds they drew forth the blood in streams. In every knightly art he is a worthy knight and a brave. Whatever Ortwin of Metz achieved (and he whom he could reach with his good sword, fell sorely wounded, but mostly dead), yet your brother wrought the direst woe that could ever chance in battle. One must say of the chosen knights in truth, that these proud Burgundians acquitted them so well that they can well preserve their honor from every taint of shame. Through their hands we saw many a saddle bare, while the field resounded with the flashing swords. So well rode the warriors from the Rhine, that it were better for their foes had it been avoided. The valiant men of Troneg, also, wrought dire woe, when in great numbers the armies met. Bold Hagen’s hand did many a one to death; of this full many stories might be told here in the Burgundian land. Sindolt and Hunolt, Gernot’s men, Rumolt the brave, have done such deeds that it may well ever rue Liudeger that he made war upon thy kinsmen by the Rhine. The very best fight that happed from first to

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 The actress now pressed the button frantically and the bell buzzed away as though possessed. But all the servants knew what she wanted and did not wait for orders. Instead the orderly walked straight into Madame's beautiful boudoir without waiting to be announced, and Pierre, the hero of the lost division, was in his arms. Hastily he set the struggling dog down on the couch beside Madame, and then went softly out of the room. He understood.

For half an hour they were left entirely alone, while the servants tiptoed about waiting to be summoned to the great lady's presence, and finally the summons came.

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 were flushed, and her voice was vibrant with joy.

"Marie, bring my best gown," she cried joyously. "I am well. Doctor Pierre has cured me. I am going to give a fête in his honor to-night. But first summon all my servants. I want you to hear this letter from General Gerundo. It is a great honor that has come to my humble château this day. It has brought great happiness to me."

When the servants were all finally assembled, Madame cuddled Pierre up under her arm, next to her heart and read in a clear beautiful voice. The same wonderful voice that had thrilled millions on both continents:

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 giving. It gives me great pleasure to announce to you that your Pierre, our little soldier, was to-day cited by me for special bravery and praised in my most eloquent French, in his presence.

"Few men in the French army have rendered a greater service to their country than has Pierre to France. In behalf of the lost division, which due to his valor is not lost at all, I thank you from the depths of my heart. The rest of the army in my sector returns thanks to you as well. And I am sure that all Frenchmen will join with me in congratulating you on the possession of such a dog.

"His name is and ought to be forever emblazoned on the honor roll of France.

"Please may I also express the love of all France for her great actress. I greet you, Madame, with my lowest bow and I also extend to you my personal and most grateful love. May you and Pierre enjoy the rest you have so well earned. You have done your part, so rest in the joy of a glorious victory for France.

"Your obedient servant.

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 authority much of their individual national sovereignty. Like Libelt, Bakunin did not limit his remarks to the Austrian Slavs, though in the Confession he conceded that the Slavs might have to unite at first without Russia, while awaiting that country’s early liberation from tsarist tyranny. It is not known to what extent, if at all, Palacký seriously consulted Bakunin’s proposal, although Bakunin’s first section markedly resembled passages in Palacký’s final version of the manifesto.

Much of the interest and controversy regarding the Slav Congress stems from its martyrdom to the cause of Slav unity and the disparate judgments that it has received from both contemporaries and later writers. These polemics have focused in no small measure on Palacký and his leadership of the congress. On two occasions Palacký, who generally refused to be drawn into press polemics, was compelled to defend publicly the congress and his role in it against the criticism of the victorious counterrevolutionary forces.

The first instance concerned the charges of Prince Alfred zu Windischgrätz, the Austrian military commander in Prague, that the congress was part of a far-flung Slav conspiracy and had directly contributed to the June uprising. During the uprising, Palacký had tried to mediate between the insurgents and the military; now, in the aftermath, Windischgrätz directed the Prague municipal police to keep a close watch on Palacký’s activities. Palacký, anxious to join his ailing wife in the country, had left Šafařík, Jordan, V.V. Tomek, and Josef Jireček the care of the congress records—those not seized by the military or taken by delegates in their hasty departure—and the task of issuing an account of the congress. But before he left Prague, Palacký wrote to Governor Thun, defending the congress and denying that it had led to the uprising. Unfortunately, after the uprising Thun lost much of his influence in Prague and Vienna, and in late July he was replaced as governor. On the other hand, Windischgrätz, whose wife had been killed by a stray bullet on the first day of the uprising, was determined to establish the existence of a conspiracy and to bring the perpetrators to speedy justice. In the main, he centered his investigation on the Czech national party and the congress leadership. His efforts bore little fruit until he discovered among those arrested in the military dragnet an adventurous youth from Slovakia, who, it seemed, could divulge a fascinating tale of conspiracy.

Marcel Turánsky told his interrogators that in 1847, while studying in Prešov, he had become acquainted with several Polish émigrés who took him into their confidence. The Poles were in secret contact with a number of prominent Slavs, including František Palacký. Their common goal was


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32 last, that one has ever seen, was made full lustily by Siegfried’s hand. Rich hostages he bringeth to Gunther’s land. He won them by his prowess, this stately man. Of this King Liudegast must bear the loss and eke his brother Liudeger of Saxon land. Now listen to my tale, most noble queen: by the hand of Siegfried the twain were caught. Never have men brought so many hostages to this land, as now are coming to the Rhine through him. Men are bringing to our land five hundred or more unharmed captives; and of the deadly wounded, my lady, know, not less than eighty blood-red biers. These men were mostly wounded by bold Siegfried’s hand. Those who in haughty pride sent a challenge to the Rhine, must now needs be the captives of Gunther, the king, and men are bringing them with joy unto this land.”

Still higher rose Kriemhild’s color when she heard this tale. Her fair face blushed a rosy red, that Siegfried, the youth, the stately knight, had fared forth so joyfully from the dangerous strife. These tidings could not have pleased her better. For her kinsmen, too, she rejoiced in duty bound. Then spake the lovely maid: “A fair tale thou hast told me; therefore shalt thou have as guerdon rich attire. Likewise I’ll have thee brought ten marks of gold.” Small wonder that such tales are gladly told to noble dames.

They gave him then his guerdon, the garments and the gold. Then many a fair maid hied her to the casement and gazed upon the street, where many high-mettled warriors were seen riding into the Burgundian land. There came the champions, the wounded and the sound. Without shame they heard the greetings of


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 the creation of a “great Slavic Empire.” Turansky was sure that in Prague the organization was headed by “a certain Palacký.” He knew of letters Palacký had written to the ringleaders in Prešov, although he had not read them. The plans called for simultaneous revolts in 1850 in several Slav centers, including Prague, but when revolution erupted in Paris in February, 1848, the conspirators decided to advance the timetables.

Windischgrätz’s report on the June events, released on August 2, 1848, when the investigation was turned over to the civilian court authorities, gave full credence to Turánsky’s unsubstantiated testimony. Though the names of the chief conspirators were known to the authorities, Windischgrätz conveniently refrained from citing them, allegedly so as not to prejudice the subsequent investigation. From Vienna, where he was a deputy to the Imperial Parliament, Palacký, together with Prince Lubomirski, issued a categorical denial of the general’s allegations and challenged him to make public the supposedly incriminating evidence. In fact, Palacký did not learn that he was cited as a main conspirator by Turansky until the following March, when Austrian Justice Minister Bach, in response to an interpellation by the Czech deputies at Kroměříž for release of the Investigatory Committee’s files, merely read into the record a summary of Turánsky’s testimony. Bach’s action incensed the Czechs, but their protests were ignored by Vienna when the Reichstag was dissolved on March 6.

The second incident that prompted Palacký to take a public stand on the congress followed the publication by a Czech newspaper in early January, 1849, of Mikhail Bakunin’s inflammatory, anti-Austrian Appeal to the Slavs. More precisely, it was a semi-official reply in the governmental Prager Zeitung to the publication in Bohemia of the Appeal that forced Palacký to speak out. The anonymous article in the Prager Zeitung was not so much directed against the Appeal itself as against the Czech liberals, apparently for failing to denounce the editors of the Noviny Lípy slovanské who had published the Appeal in Czech: “Will then no Czech raise his voice against such doings? Where are you, educators of the Slavs in Bohemia?” Seizing on Bakunin’s proud identification as a “member of the Slav Congress,” the author challenged by name the Czechs who had guided the congress—Palacký, Neuberg, Dejm, and Havlíček—to explain Bakunin’s version of the congress and his role in it.” This attempt to compromise the Czech liberals by holding them responsible for their fellow congress member, Bakunin, was reminiscent of the charges leveled at the congress leadership by Windischgrätz in August, 1848.

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Rh their friends. Merrily the host rode forth to meet his guests, for his great sorrow had been turned to joy. Well greeted he his vassals and the strangers, too; for it was only meet that the mighty king in courtly wise should thank those who were come back to him, because in the storm of battle they had won the fight with honor. Gunther bade his kinsmen tell who had been slain upon the march; but sixty had been lost, whom one must mourn, as is the wont with heroes. Many a riven shield and battered helm the unharmed warriors brought to Gunther’s land. The men alighted from their steeds before the palace of the king. Loud was heard the joyous sound of the merry welcome; then order was given to lodge the warriors in the town. The king bade minister well unto his guests, attend the wounded and give them good easement. His courtesie was cleverly seen upon his foes. He spake to Liudegast: “Now be ye welcome. Much damage have I ta’en because of you; for this I shall now be repaid, if fortune favor. God reward my kinsmen, for they have given me joy.”

“Well may ye thank them,” answered Liudeger; “such noble hostages hath king never gained afore. For fair treatment we offer great store of wealth, that ye may act with mercy towards your foes.”

“I will let you both go free,” spake Gunther, “but I must have surety that my foes remain here with me, that they do not leave the land against my will.” To that Liudeger pledged his hand.

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34 could the comrades have been more merry. Their battered shields were borne away for keeping, and enow there was of bloody saddles which one bade hide away, that the ladies might not weep. Many a good knight returned aweary from the fray. The king did make his guests great cheer. His lands were full of strangers and of home-folk. He bade ease the sorely wounded in kindly wise; their haughty pride was now laid low. Men offered to the leeches rich rewards, silver without weight and thereto shining gold, if they would heal the heroes from the stress of war. To his guests the king likewise gave great gifts. Those that were minded to set out for home, were asked to stay, as one doth to friends. The king bethought him how he might requite his men, for they had brought to pass his wish for fame and honor.

Then spake Lord Gernot: “Let them ride away, but be it made known to them that in six weeks they must come again for a mighty feast. By then will many a one be healed who now lieth sorely wounded.”

Then Siegfried of Netherland also asked for leave, but when King Gunther learned his wish, lovingly he bade him stay erstwhile. Were it not for the king’s sister, this were never done. He was too rich to take reward, though he well deserved it and the king liked him well, as also did the kinsmen, who had seen what happed in battle through his strength. For the sake of one fair lady he thought to stay, if perchance he might espy her. Later it was done, and according to his wish he met the maid. He rode thereafter joyfully to Siegmund’s land.

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Rh many a youthful knight did this right gladly. Meanwhile he ordered seats prepared upon the sand before the town of Worms for those who were to visit him in the Burgundian land. At the time when they should come, fair Kriemhild heard it said that the king would hold a feasting for the sake of his dear friends. Then comely women hasted apace with robes and headgear which they were to don. The noble Uta heard tales told of the proud warriors who were to come. Then many rich dresses were taken from the press. To please her children she bade make garments ready, that many ladies and many maids might therewith be decked and many youthful knights of the Burgundian land. Also for many of the strangers she bade fashion lordly robes.


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 expressed his dismay that this official newspaper would use an unidentified author to stir up old national antagonism. In contrast to Karel Havlíček, who wrote an indignant and emotional reply, Palacký adopted a measured, professorial tone. Bakunin had impressed Palacký at the Slav Congress as a humane and open-minded individual, but after reading the Appeal Palacký could only assume that Bakunin had not been candid or that his views had recently changed. In June, 1848, Bakunin had stood for liberty and human happiness; now he spoke only of revolution. Palacký carefully noted the illogic in Bakunin’s work and his misconception of the Slav Congress, which Palacký insisted contributed significantly to instilling in the Slavs the determination to preserve Austria.

Palacký was faced not only with official criticism but was also the target of recriminations directed against his person by several embittered and disappointed forty-eighters. When in March, 1849, reports reached Bakunin that Russian forces had crossed onto Austrian soil to aid the imperial troops, who were supported by the Austro-Slavs, against the Magyar separatists, Bakunin drafted a second Appeal to the Slavs. This time he urged the Slavs to get rid of their treacherous leaders-the Croatian ban Jelačić, the Serbian primate Rajačić, and Palacký—who have “sold you out to the Austrian dynasty and Nicholas.”

Whereas conservatives like Leo Thun chided Palacký and the Czech national leadership for yielding the congress into the hands of the radical Poles, the Poles denounced Palacký as a tool of the “Germanized nobility” and an enemy of Poland. For Jedrzej Moraczewski, “there was neither patriotism nor a burning commitment to liberty in Palacký; his habits and way of thinking were more German than Slav.”

In no one was the disappointment with the Slavs’ failure in 1848–49 more tragically reflected than in Ľudovít Štúr, who had labored untiringly in the spring of 1848 to spread the congress idea and promote a closer understanding among the Slavs. The intervening time led Štúr to reexamine his activities in 1848–49 and to renounce the Austro-Slav program which he had earlier supported. In his political testament, the posthumously published Das Slawenthum und die Welt der Zukunft, he accused the Czechs of seeking to establish hegemony over the Austrian Slavs under the apparent leadership of the “knowledgeable and sedate but unimaginative and shortsighted Bohemian historiographer Palacký,” but actually guided by “Bohemian aristocrats, Catholic priests, and their venal servants.” In Štúr’s judgment, the experience of 1848 had shown the utter bankruptcy of the idea of a Slav federation German-ruled Austria. The sole viable course of action for the oppressed West and South Slavs was to entrust themselves to a union with tsarist Russia.


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Rh He gives a list of the tribes so transferred, and among them were the Aymaras. These Aymaras, according to Blas Valera, were settled at Juli. They had been there for three generations. The priests would learn the language of the Lupacas, the original inhabitants, from them, intermingled with a great number of Quichua words. This is actually what appears to have happened. Finding that the language of the Lupacas was practically the same as that spoken by the Collas, Pacasas, and other tribes of the basin of Lake Titicaca, a generic name was required for the whole group, and the word Aymara was adopted, being the name of the mitimaes with whom the priests were associated at Juli. This would explain the puzzle.

The word Aymara, as applied to the language of Colla-suyu, first occurs in 1575. We find it again in a 'Doctrina Christiana,' published in 1583, but applied to the language, not to the people. The word was not applied to the people until many years afterwards. The Jesuits had settled at Juli in about 1576. Their name for the language appears to have been adopted by others, as soon as the Jesuits began to use it. Garcilasso de la Vega mentions it once, referring to the language: so does Huaman Poma. Morua mentions it twice, writing in 1590, applied to the language, but never to the people. The Italian Jesuit, Ludovico Bertonio, composed a grammar and dictionary of the Lupaca language for which his colleagues at Juli had adopted the name of Aymara. It was published at Rome in 1603. A second edition was issued from the Juli press in 1612. Diego de Torres Rubio published a grammar and vocabulary of the same language in 1616.

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284 exquisite Mihrab of Hakem II. Perhaps a few may find time to give a thought to the good old Inca. His chapel is on the north side, the third from the east. His arms are over the iron grating and gate. On the dexter side are Vargas quartering Figueroa, Saavedra, and Mendoza, and impaling the arms granted to the Incas. These are azure two serpents supporting a rainbow from their mouths, from which hangs the llautu, in chief a sun and moon. The stone covering the tomb is in the centre of the little chapel. The epitaph painted on boards is on each side of the altar. On the gospel side:

On the epistle side:

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 means. They advertised the meeting largely in different ways. The interest increased every service. In about a week the tent was crowded.

The first converts were five old persons from sixty-five to seventy-five years of age. The people kept coming to the altar to be saved and healed of all their diseases, old and young, until several thousands were happy in Jesus, and many could testify that Jesus had saved their souls and healed their bodies.

It was a wonderful sight to see hundreds and sometimes thousands crowding around the tent, many times standing in the rain, trying to get near enough to hear the preached word. The Christians said we must have a larger tent to hold the multitudes. They ordered one at once, costing $1,325, with a capacity of holding eight thousand. In a short time it was made and on the ground ready for the dedicatory service. The dedicatory sermon was preached by the pastor of the M. E. Church of San Francisco. Prayer was offered by the pastor of the M. E. Church of Oakland. A number of other ministers were present. The congregation was pleased with the services and also the tent.

People came to the meetings from nearly all parts of the world. God drew by his Spirit many of his children from the Eastern, Western, Northern and Southern States. They. were baptized with power from on high. They testified that they had never received such blessings and power and light-before. They entered the work of-God with more faith and-courage, never expecting to stop the work till Jesus comes for them in the clouds, or by death.

Many sailors came from all parts we of the world together with the captains of the vessels. Thank God, some of the captains and their wives were saved, and many of the sailors and officers.

One captain and his wife were saved and twelve of their crew before they left. The captain and wife said they would have services every afternoon on the vessel: They were sailing for the West Indes. They: claimed every soul on board for God. They said they expected everyone to be saved before they landed in port.

Many took my books, and literature with them. The workers bought hundreds of my books arid sermons, and scattered them in the ships, and sailing vessels. Many were baptized with the Holy Ghost, and held meetings on the ships, on their journeys

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316 shows the extent to which the general language had been made to prevail in Colla-suyu, or else that the language of the Collas and Lupacas was merely a dialect. My conclusion is that it was originally the distinct language of tribes living in the region which was once the centre of the great megalithic empire. It is just as the Arabs now encamp among the ruins of Babylon, and the Kurds build huts within the walls of Ecbatana. The auxiliary verb in the Colla-suyu language has the same root, can, as in the general language; but the particles forming the declinations of nouns and conjugations of verbs are different. The first person singular indicative ends in Ni in the general language, in Tha in the language of Colla-suyu. Four of the Colla numerals are borrowed from the general language, the rest, beyond six, being compound.

Three and five are missing, but we may assume that they once existed in the Colla language, for the Collas must have counted at least to five, the fingers and thumb of one hand. Three, five, and six were borrowed from the general language in Bertonio's dictionary. The Colla word for three is lost. Seven, eight, and nine are compound words, seven and eight with the word Allco. Possibly Allco was the Colla five. Then we have—

The tribes of Colla-suyu made progress in civilisation after the Inca conquest, and of course required a more complete system of numeration.

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Urantia Foundation v. Maaherra

 * Urantia Foundation v. Maaherra, 895 F.Supp. 1328 (D. Ariz. 1995)
 * Urantia Foundation v. Maaherra, 895 F.Supp. 1329 (D. Ariz. 1995)
 * Urantia Foundation v. Maaherra, 895 F.Supp. 1335 (D. Ariz. 1995)
 * Urantia Foundation v. Maaherra, 895 F.Supp. 1337 (D. Ariz. 1995)
 * Urantia Foundation v. Maaherra, 895 F.Supp. 1338 (D. Ariz. 1995)
 * Urantia Foundation v. Maaherra, 895 F.Supp. 1347 (D. Ariz. 1995)
 * Urantia Foundation v. Maaherra, 114 F.3d 955 (9th Cir. 1997)

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 "I may not, gentlemen," he said, "be fully able to go the lengths you desire, in assigning to those of my own religion the means of tyrannizing over others; but none shall go farther in asserting our own lawful freedom. And I must needs aver, that had others been of my mind in counsel, or disposed to stand by my side in battle, we should this evening, instead of being a defeated and discordant remnant, have sheathed our weapons in an useful and honourable peace, or brandished them triumphantly after a decisive victory."

"He hath spoken the word," said one of the assembly—"he hath avowed his carnal self-seeking and Erastianism; let him die the death!"

"Peace yet again," said Macbriar, "for I will try him further.—Was it not by thy means that the malignant Evandale twice escaped from death and captivity? Was it not through thee that Miles Bellenden and his garrison of cut-throats were saved from the edge of the sword?"


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 over the seas; so that the wonderful gospel, and the mighty works of Jesus, through the Holy Ghost went out, and were scattered in many parts of the world.

I never saw so many nations represented in one meeting, nor so many of them brought to Christ. They were saved and filled with the Holy Ghost. Many of these felt God was calling them to their own nation to work for the salvation of souls. Many were called to evangelistic work, and were baptized with the Holy Ghost and power. They started back to other nations to preach the glorious news of a Saviour’s love, and of the soon coming of the Lord.

The power of the Lord followed the preaching in “signs and wonders.” The slain of the Lord were many. Many sinners of all classes were stricken down in their sins. Some lay for hours. Some had visions; they came out brightly converted. Among them was an old man, sixty-three years of age. He gave a short experience one night of his life and wonderful conversion. He had traveled in all parts of the world wherever white man had trod, and had visited the Holy Land three times. He had stood in all the sacred spots connected with our Saviour’s life. He and a party of friends were visiting Oakland at the time of our meeting. They heard of the meeting and came through curiosity. As he looked over the congregation he made some light remark to his friends about the display of the power of God, and started boldly up towards the pulpit to investigate, but before he reached the pulpit he was struck to the floor by the power of God and lay there over two hours. While in this condition God gave him a vision of hell and heaven, and told him to make his choice of the two places. He called upon the Lord to save him and said he would choose Christ and heaven. He came to, praising God and realizing he was saved and filled with the Holy Ghost. He had lived over sixty long years in sin and had never made a profession of religion.

This brother came to our meeting at Portland, Oregon, three years after his conversion, and told his experience. He said he had been kept by the power of God, saved and happy, and working for the Master in every way he could.

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 "I am proud to say, that you have spoken the truth in both instances," replied Morton.

"Lo! you see," said Macbriar, "again bath his mouth spoken it—And didst thou not do this for the sake of a Midianitish woman, one of the spawn of prelacy, a toy with which the arch-enemy's trap is baited? Didst thou not do all this for the sake of Edith Bellenden?"

"You are incapable," answered Morton, boldly, "of appreciating my feelings towards that young lady; but all that I have done I would have done had she never existed."

"Thou art a hardy rebel to the truth—And didst thou not so act, that, by conveying away the aged woman, Margaret Bellenden, and her grand-daughter, thou mightest thwart the wise and godly project of John Balfour of Burley for bringing forth to battle Basil Olifant, who had; agreed to take the field if he were insu-


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 red possession of these women's worldly endowments?"

"I never heard of such a scheme," said Morton, "and therefore I could not thwart it—But does your religion permit you to take such uncreditable and immoral modes of recruiting?"

"Peace," said Macbriar, somewhat disconcerted; "it is not for thee to instruct tender professors, or to construe Covenant obligations; for the rest, you have acknowledged enough of sin and sorrowful defection to draw down defeat on a host were it as numerous as the sands on the sea-shore. And it is our judgment, that we are not free to let you pass from us safe and in life, since Providence hath given you into our hands at the moment that we prayed with godly Joshua, saying, What shall we say when Israel turneth their backs before their enemies?—Then camest thou, delivered to us as it were by lot, that thou mightest sustain the punishment of one


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 as though death was in their midst. Many of the most intelligent and best dressed men would fall back in their seats, with their hands held up to God, being held under the mighty power of God. Men and women fell, all over the tent, like trees in a storm; some would have visions of God. Most all of them came out shouting the praises of God.

The tent held eight thousand. It was claimed to be the largest gospel tent in America. It was crowded every night. The day we closed, the police fearing there might be trouble, on account of the crowd, were there in force, and said that ten thousand were unable to get into the tent. After the close of the meeting they said that they had the best of order. Many ministers were present at both the day and night meeting, and they asked all that had been blessed or healed to stand up. Several thousand arose in both services. They all stood, and sang praises to God for the great work the Lord had done.

Some of the worst men and boys, those that had given us the most trouble, would not leave until the police had brought them up to say good-bye. With tears running from their eyes, they begged us to forgive them for what they had done, and asked us to pray that they might be saved.

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 that hath wrought folly in Israel. Therefore, mark my words. This is the Sabbath, and our hand shall not be on thee to spill thy blood upon this day; but, when the twelfth hour shall strike, it is a token that thy time on earth hath run! Wherefore improve thy span, for it flitteth fast away.—Seize on the prisoner, brethren, and take his weapon from him."

The command was so unexpectedly given, and so suddenly executed by those of the party who had gradually closed behind and around Morton, that he was overpowered and disarmed before he could offer any effectual resistance. When this was accomplished, a dead and stern silence took place. The fanatics ranked themselves around a large oaken table, placing Morton amongst them, in such manner as to be opposite to the clock which was to strike his knell. Food was placed before them, of which they offered their intended victim a share; but, it will


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 readily be believed, he had little appetite. When this was removed, the party resumed their devotions, Macbriar expostulating in prayer, as if to wring from the Deity a signal that the bloody sacrifice they proposed was an acceptable service. The eyes and ears of his hearers were anxiously strained, as if to gain some sight or sound which might be converted or wrested into a type of approbation, and ever and anon dark looks were turned on the dial plate of the time-piece, to watch its progress towards the moment of execution.

Morton's eye frequently took the same course, with the sad reflection, that there appeared no possibility of his life being expanded beyond the narrow segment which the index had yet to travel on the circle until it arrived at the fatal hour. Faith in his religion, with a constant unyielding principle of honour, and the sense of conscious innocence, enabled him to pass through


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Rh In compiling the list, Bias Valera had the use of the following original authorities :

The Quipus of Juan Collque, of Cuzco, Chinchay-suyu, Cunti-suyu, Tarma, Pachacamac, and Sacsahuanac;

the Narratives of Don Luis Inca, in Quichua, of Don Sebastian Nina Uilca, of Don Diego Rocca Inca, of Francisco Chaves (friend of Titu Atauchi), of Ludovico Alvarez ('De Titulo Regni Peruani');

the 'Apologia pro Indis' of Lie Falcon;

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Montesinos believed that Peru was first peopled by Armenians under the leadership of Ophir, a descendant of Noah; and his mind was full of a chronology based on the date of the deluge approved by Holy Church. Starting with all this nonsense, he read the works on Peru already published in his time, and finally fell in with the list of kings at La Paz. He tried to turn it into what he thought was history by adding events taken from works on the Inca history, to the bare record of the names of kings. Thus he attributes the great Inca Pachacuti's Chanca war to one of the earliest kings in the list, placed by him a century or so after the deluge. In short, having read the history of the Incas in other works, and seeing the long list of early kings without any events, he took the accounts of Inca events, and of their customs and ceremonies, and distributed them among the reigns of the ancient kings. 3em

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 this dreadful interval with less agitation than he himself could have expected, had the situation been prophesied to him. Yet there was a want of that eager and animating sense of right which supported him in similar circumstances, when in the power of Claverhouse. Then he was conscious, that, amid the spectators, were many who were lamenting his condition, and some who applauded his conduct. But now, among these pale-eyed and ferocious zealots, whose hardened brows were soon to be bent, not merely with indifference, but with triumph, upon his execution,—without a friend to speak a kindly word, or give a look either of sympathy or encouragement,—awaiting till the sword destined to slay him crept out of the scabbard gradually, and as it were by straw-breadths, and condemned to drink the bitterness of death drop by drop,—it is no wonder that his feelings were less composed than they had been on any former occasion of danger. His des-


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 tined executioners, as he gazed around them, seemed to alter their forms and features, like the spectres in a feverish dream; their figures became larger, and their faces more disturbed; and, as an excited imagination predominated over the realities which his eyes received, he could have thought himself surrounded rather by a band of demons than of human beings; the walls seemed to drop with blood, and the light tick of the clock thrilled on his ear with such loud, painful distinctness, as if each sound were the prick of a bodkin inflicted on the naked nerve of the organ.

It was with pain that he felt his mind wavering while on the brink between this and the future world. He made a strong effort to compose himself to devotional exercises, and unequal, during that fearful strife of nature, to arrange his own thoughts into suitable expressions, he had, instinctively, recourse to the petition for deliverance and for composure of spirit which is to


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 be found in the Book of Common Prayer of the Church of England. Macbriar, whose family were of that persuasion, instantly recognized the words which the unfortunate prisoner pronounced half aloud.

"There lacked but this," he said, his pale cheek kindling with resentment, "to root out my carnal reluctance to see his blood spilt. He is a prelatist who has sought the camp under the disguise of an Erastian, and all, and more than all, that has been said of him, must needs be verity. His blood be on his head, the deceiver,—let him go down to Tophet with the ill-mumbled mass which he calls a prayer-book in his right hand."

"I take up my song against him!" exclaimed the maniac. "As the sun went back on the dial ten degrees for intimating the recovery of holy Hezekiah, so shall it now go forward, that the wicked may be taken away from among the people, and the Covenant established in its purity."


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 He sprang to a chair with an attitude of frenzy, in order to anticipate the fatal, moment by putting the index forward; and several of the party. began to make ready their weapons for immediate execution, when Mucklewrath's hand was arrested by one of his companions.

"Hist!" he said,—"I hear a distant noise."

"It is the rushing of the brook over the pebbles," said one.

"It is the sough of the wind among the bracken," said another.

"It is the gallopping of horse," said Morton to himself, his sense of hearing rendered acute by the dreadful situation in which he stood; "God grant they may come as my deliverers!"

The noise approached rapidly, and became more and more distinct.

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 who had opened the window, in obedience to his order.

A thick trampling and loud voices were heard immediately round the house. Some rose to resist, and some to escape; the doors and windows were forced at once, and the red coats of the troopers appeared in the apartment.

"Have at the bloody rebels!—Remember Cornet Grahame!" was shouted on every side.

The lights were struck down, but the dubious glare of the fire enabled them to continue the fray. Several pistol-shots were fired; the whig next to Morton: received a shot as he was rising, stumbled against the prisoner, whom he bore down with his weight, and lay stretched above him a dying man. This accident probably saved Morton from the damage he might otherwise have received in so close a struggle, where fire-arms were discharged and sword-blows given for upwards of five minutes.


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 Many were convicted. God knows how many carried the good seed away in their hearts, that will grow into eternal life.

“It was now the first of June, and we were ready to put up our large tent, which we brought from California. The only place we could get room enough was “Kerry Patch,” a place noted for the hoodlum element, where they gathered from all parts of the city. People have been shot down, or robbed, or stoned here, any hour of the day. There were two large Catholic churches, one on each side of the tent. One was about a block away, the other about two blocks. We lived in our small tents without a shade tree, for five months.

The Christians tried to persuade us not to pitch our tents in “Kerry Patch,” and after we had them up they tried to have us move away from that wicked and rough element, but we felt God had led us there. We rented the ground for three months, paid seventy-five dollars for it. The Christians said there had been several show tents put up where ours stood, and the rough element cut the ropes and tore their tents down. They said if they would cut the ropes of a show tent, surely a gospel tent would have no chance at all: We said God has placed us here and by his grace we will stay. Many of our best friends were afraid to let their wives and daughters come, and felt they were running a great risk in coming themselves, as the congregation was stoned coming and going. Sometimes the stones went flying through the tent. They did not know what a camp-meeting was, but thought it was some kind of a show. Most of these people had never been to a church. The first night the tent was crowded. Men stood on the seats with hats on, cigars and pipes in their mouths, coats off and sleeves rolled up. Women with old dirty aprons and dresses on, bare-headed and bare-armed. They would shoot off fire-crackers, and when we sang they sang the louder; when we prayed, they clapped their hands and cheered us: They had pistols and clubs, and were ready to kill us, and tear down the tent. It looked like we would all be killed. Several ministers tried to talk, but were stoned down, or their voice drowned out. It looked like surrender or death.

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 "Is the prisoner safe?" said the well-known voice of Claverhouse; "look about for him, and dispatch the dog who is groaning there."

Both orders were executed. The groans of the wounded man were silenced by a thrust with a rapier, and Morton, disencumbered of his weight, was speedily raised and in the arms of the faithful Cuddie, who blubbered for joy when he found that the blood with which his master was covered had not flowed from his own veins. A whisper in Morton's ear explained the secret of the very timely appearance of the soldiers.

"I fell into Claverhouse's party when I was seeking for some o' our ain folk to help ye out o' the hands o' the whigs; sae being atween the de'il and the deep sea, I e'en thought it best to bring him on wi' me, for he'll be wearied wi' felling folk the night, an' the morn's a new day, and Lord Evandale awes'ye a day in ha'arst;


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the desperate affray had ceased, Claverhouse commanded his soldiers to remove the dead bodies, to refresh themselves and their horses, and prepare for passing the night at the farm-house, and for marching early in the ensuing morning. He then turned his attention to Morton, and there was politeness, and even kindness, in the manner in which he addressed him.

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 with some attention; but I respect your motives. You are a prisoner-of-war at the disposal of the King and council, but you shall be treated with no incivility; and I will be satisfied with your parole that you will not attempt an escape."

When Morton had passed his word to that effect, Claverhouse bowed civilly, and, turning away from him, called for his serjeant-major.

"How many prisoners, Halliday, and how many killed?"

"Three killed in the house, sir, two cut down in the court, and one in the garden—six in all; four prisoners."

"Armed or unarmed?" said Claverhouse.

"Three of them armed to the teeth," answered Halliday; "one without arms—he seems to be a preacher."

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 the other three down to the yard, draw out two files, and fire upon them; and, d'ye hear, make a memorandum in the orderly-book of three rebels taken in arms and shot, with the date and name of the place. Drumshinnel; I think, they call it—Look after the preacher till to-morrow; as he was not armed, he must undergo a short examination. Or better, perhaps, take him before the council; I think they should relieve me of a share of this disgusting drudgery.—Let Mr Morton be civilly used, and see that the men look well after their horses, and let my groom wash Wildblood's back with some vinegar, the saddle has touched him a little."

All these various orders,—for life and death, the securing of his prisoners, and the washing his charger's shoulder,—were given in the same unmoved and equable voice, of which no accent or tone intimated that the speaker considered one direction as of more importance than another.

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 the willing agents of a bloody execution, were now themselves to undergo it. They seemed prepared alike for either extremity, nor did any of them shew the least sign of fear, when ordered to leave the room for the purpose of meeting instant death. Their severe enthusiasm sustained them in that dreadful moment, and they departed with a firm look and in silence, excepting that one of them, as he left the apartment, looked Claverhouse full in the face, and pronounced, with a stern and steady voice,—"Mischief shall hunt the violent man;" to which Grahame only answered with a smile of contempt.

They had no sooner left the room than Claverhouse applied himself to some food, which one or two of his party had hastily provided, and invited Morton to follow his example, observing, it had been a busy day for them both. Morton declined eating; for the sudden change of circumstances—the transition from the verge of the grave


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 to a prospect of life, had occasioned a dizzy revulsion in his whole system. But the same confused sensation was accompanied by a burning thirst, and he expressed his wish to drink.

"I will pledge you, with all my heart," said Claverhouse; "for here is a black jack full of ale, and good it must be, if there be good in the country, for the whigs never miss to find it out.—My service to you, Mr Morton," he said, filling one horn of ale for himself and handing another to his prisoner.

Morton raised it to his head, and was just about to drink, when the discharge of carabines beneath the window, followed by a deep and hollow groan, repeated twice or thrice, and more faint at each interval, announced the fate of the three men who had just left them. Morton shuddered and set down the untasted cup.

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 nothing with them. I said to my co-workers: “We will never give up, and if they take us out of the tent before we are ready to go, they will take us out dead.” I told them to lead in prayer one after the other, and the God of Elijah would answer.

A sister knelt on the pulpit pale as death, her hands and face raised to heaven, and in a clear ringing voice asked God to save and bless the judgment-bound multitude. A feeling of the awful presence of God began to fall on the people. Another sister followed in prayer, then I arose, and stood before them. I raised my hand in the name of the Lord, and commanded them to listen. I said the Lord had sent me there to do them good, and that I would not leave. until the Lord told me to, when our work was done. I told them the Lord would strike dead the first one that tried to harm us, or to strike us with a dagger. If any tried to kill us the Lord would strike them dead. The power of God fell, - and the fear of God came upon all the multitude. The sweat came on their faces, and they stood like as though in a trance; the men began to take their pipes out of their mouths, and their hats off. The women began to cover up their bare necks and arms with their aprons. They felt they stood naked. and guilty before God. They began to get off the seats, and try to sit down, but some fell and lay like dead. Others stood with their mouths open. One Catholic said that I struck him down, and showed him hell. Tears ran down many faces, through the dirt, leaving streaks. They stood like they were afraid to move, and they all passed out quietly. After that the hoodlum element always respected me. Many would take off their hats when they passed me; but they stoned the people coming and going to the meetings, and threw stones: through and over the tent for some time, till we: got them conquered in the name of the Lord; and the help of the police.

The citizens took it in hand, and went after the police for not doing their duty, for they were afraid of the mob element. The chief of the police came and told me I should be protected, if he had to send out the whole police force: The soldiers at Jefferson Barracks said we were doing a great work, and if the police would not protect me they would.

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 "and I do not think the worse of you as a young soldier for appearing to feel them acutely. But habit, duty, and necessity, reconcile men to every thing."

"I trust," said Morton, "they will never reconcile me to such scenes as these."

"You would hardly believe," said Claverhouse in reply, "that, in the beginning of my military career, I had as much aversion to seeing blood spilt as ever man felt, it seemed to me to be wrung from my own heart; and yet, if you trust one of those whig fellows, he will tell you I drink a warm oup of it every morning before I breakfast. But, in truth, Mr. Morton, why should we care so much for death, light around us whenever it may? Men die daily not a bell tolls the hour but it is the death-note of some one or other, and why hesitate to shorten the span of others, or take over-anxious care to prolong our own? It is all a lottery—when the hour of midnight came you were to die—it has struck—you are alive and safe,


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 of baseball players were included in these Sunday gatherings. On the first Sabbath we held meeting, when we began to sing nearly a thousand of these roughs and toughs came rushing into the tent with their bats and balls. There were old men, middle-aged men, young men and children. Some were dressed in baseball uniforms, some in rags, some were drunk, some with pipes in their mouths, and some with cigars. They stoned the tent, stoned the people coming and going to the meeting.

The next Sabbath they came as usual, but the chief of police with several police came and drove them away. Oh, praise God for such victory! The neighbors had been tormented nearly to death. These roughs of the city were there every day, and especially on Sabbath, They said if the meetings did not do any other good, it had relieved them of an awful nuisance. With the kindness of the police and the power of God, those who came to the meeting and would not be tamed were driven away, the rest quieted down; then the civilized people came, many who had been afraid to come before. We do not blame them for being afraid. It was only by the grace of God we stood through the showers of stones. Some of the worst characters on earth came to the meeting. If God had not protected us we would not have left that camp-ground alive. Glory to God, he never leaves his children.

The women and children began to wear cleaner clothes, and came with their bonnets on, and left their dirty aprons at home. The men shaved and combed, and came with their families. They said the meeting was doing good, and that their wives and children were getting more tidy and keeping their homes cleaner. I told those who opposed opposed the meeting that if it did no good, except to clean up some of their citizens and better their moral condition, I thought it a good work, and they ought to give us a helping hand. Many of the best citizens came to the meetings and were astonished at the great victory we had gained over the rough element, and the good order maintained.

The tent held eight thousand: There were meetings every day and night for five months. There were thousands outside the tent, but they could see and hear. We had six small tents, besides the large one and it looked like a little town. I slept, with my helpers like babes in our tents. Oh, praise the Lord for his care and protection!

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 shouted for joy; the lame threw away their crutches, and leaped and rejoiced, and said, “Oh, I am healed!” The deaf and dumb clapped their hands, while tears of joy ran down their faces. Children that had never walked ran about praising the Lord. Some, both young and old people who were perfectly helpless, received a shock from Heaven’s battery, that sent life through their limbs; they clapped their hands and jumped and cried for joy.

Many were baptized with the Holy Ghost, and received many gifts; all the gifts were manifested by the Holy Ghost. Many received the gifts of healing; the casting out of devils; some of miracles; of visions; of the gift of the Holy Ghost by the laying on of hands; some received the gift of new tongues, and spake very: intelligently in other languages, as the Spirit gave them utterance. He gave them to know what they were speaking.

The Lord called one man by name, and told him he must go to many nations, to give them the light, and to speak to them in their own languages, and gave him the gift of writing the interpretation. He also saw many visions. The Lord revealed the deep things to him. Since then he has preached to many strange people: of all nations. They would weep and cry out and say, “We will serve the man that died for us.”

A little girl was brought to mie one day; she was helpless all over, and could not talk or walk, and had no use of herself. I prayed for her. The crowd was great as there were hundreds trying to step into the pool, so we told them to take her out a little, and let her try to walk, for she might walk at once, or they might have to teach her, like any other child learning to walk. After a while they came back with her. She was walking and talking; but they could not understand a word she said! Praise the Lord, she had the use of her whole body, she was walking and talking in a strange language or tongue. She was filled with the Spirit, and as bold as a lion in the power of the Holy Ghost.

I stood her on the platform, and she began to walk about, and preach. With hands uplifted, pointing to heaven, and stamping her foot; she preached to the astonished multitude, showing what great things the Lord had done for her, for she spake some words in English.

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away from Agonjo seemed as if it would be nearly as difficult as getting to it, but as the quarters were comfortable and the society fairly good, I was not anxious. I own the local scenery was a little too much of the Niger Delta type for perfect beauty, just the long lines of mangrove, and the muddy river lounging almost imperceptibly to sea, and nothing else in sight. Mr. Glass, however, did not take things so philosophically. I was on his commercial conscience, for I had come in from the bush and there was money in me. Therefore I was a trade product—a new trade stuff that ought to be worked up and developed; and he found himself unable to do this, for although he had secured the first parcel, as it were, and got it successfully stored, yet he could not ship it, and he felt this was a reproach to him.

Many were his lamentations that the firm had not provided him with a large sailing canoe and a suitable crew to deal with this new line of trade. I did my best to comfort him, pointing out that the most enterprising firm could not be expected to provide expensive things like these, on the extremely remote chance of ladies arriving per bush at Agonjo—in fact not until the trade in them was well developed. But he refused to see it in this light and harped upon the subject, wrapped up, poor man, in a great coat and a muffler, because


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 They said it was the greatest battle ever fought in the Mississippi Valley of religion against science, and the works of man, and the powers of darkness. The whole city was shaken. Missions started in many places. The different churches began to have street meetings, and to visit the prisons, and hospitals, as they had never done before.

The people told us we would never stay the three months; that we would lose that money; but, praise God, we stayed the three months, and then engaged the ground for two months more.

The man who owned the ground was a Catholic. He was so pleased with the change in the neighborhood for good he said he would let us have the ground free of charge. The interest of this five months’ camp-meeting in “Kerry Patch” was widespread. It reached from the Atlantic to the Pacific and across the ocean. I received letters from a minister in Scotland whom I had never met, enquiring about the wonderful work of God he had heard about. He sent.a letter for publication in favor of the meeting. I received letters from prominent ministers in Canada; from Pittsburg, Pennsylvania; from Indiana, and all parts of the country, inquiring about the great work God was doing in St. Louis. People came two thousand miles to be saved, or to have their bodies healed. Some of the physicians said they knew there had been six hundred persons healed. They said many of these had been given up by the best physicians of St. Louis. It was true, that thousands were saved, and hundreds healed instantly and saved at the same time.

While holding this meeting a boy was brought to us, who had been caught and thrown into a dog wagon by the dog-catchers; and frightened nearly to death. He went mad, and would have awful mad spells, or fits, every night or day; sometimes: oftener, for a period of two years past. All that medical skill could do, had been done, but to no avail. It was a peculiar case; the mother told: me that doctors from Germany had tried to cure him, but had all failed, and that all hopes of ever doing so were given up. At times he was all right. He heard about the meetings, and begged his mother to take him.

She brought him one Sunday. She had him in the great crowd near the outer edge of the camp, when he took one of his mad spells, and he was snapping and biting at everyone. The people were panic stricken, so they gathered him up as quickly

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 as possible, and took him to my small tent. There he caught hold of the heavy canvas with his teeth, and bit, and chewed a hole in it, several inches each way. Hundreds saw all this.

I told her never to bring him back, for we would all be arrested; but he was better after that, and begged his mother so hard, that one night, as I was working at the long altar, preaching to hundreds, there she stood by my side, with her boy. I was so scared, but saw how much faith she had in me, and the boy looked so pitiful, that the Lord gave me faith to pray a him, and he was completely healed.

Nearly the whole city knew about the condition of the boy, and when they heard that he was healed, and his mind perfectly restored, they all wanted to see him. I would ask him to come up on the big platform, and he would step out so manly, and tell that the Lord had saved, and healed him, and had filled him with his Spirit.

For years after, when I went to the city over Sabbath, he would come walking down the aisle to the pulpit, with a lovely bouquet of flowers.

The mouths of the gainsayers, scoffers and liars were stopped. Thousands of souls were saved. Several police, many Catholics, many Germans and people of other nations were represented at the altar, weeping their way to Calvary, and soon joined in the song with the blood-washed company.

The weather became too cold for our tents. We rented a church building down in the best part of the city. We started a mission of over four hundred members. The interest of the meetings had continued to increase all summer, and when we: went into the church God was there in mighty power, with signs and wonders following. Sinners could hardly keep still until the invitation was given for them to come to the altar. They came by scores, among whom were some of the worst drunkards. A number of Catholics, and indeed, all classes, were brought to Christ.

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 which they had instantly applied to their use, and they were compelled to confess; Lapierre alone had tried denial of the facts, but, confronted with the shopkeeper of Rue de la Bûcherie, he was decidedly and positively recognised—the stockings and cravat were his accusers. The whole gang, robbers and receivers, were sent to La Force, in the expectation of judgment; there they soon learnt that the comrade who had played the part of "Vidocq caught," was, in fact, "Vidocq the catcher." Great was their surprise; how they must have commended the admirable talents of the comedian! The sentence confirmed, all were ordered to the Bagne. The evening before their departure I was present when they were fettered, and, on seeing me, they could not forbear smiling.

"Behold your work, you villain," said Lapierre, "you are content, no doubt."

"I have, at least, no reproach to make against myself, I did not advise you to steal. Did you not make up to me? Why be so confiding! When a man exercises a profession like yours, he ought to be more on his guard."

"It is all well," said Commery, "you are sure to be at the galleys again yourself."

"In the mean time a good journey to yourself. Keep my place for me" and if ever you return to Pantin (Paris) do not play at such dangerous games again."

After this reply they conversed together, and Richelot said, "Well, well! I owe him a turn."

"As for you," replied the shipwright, "you brought him amongst us. Since you knew him, you ought to have known that he was a nose."

"Ah, yes! it was Richelot who brought it upon us," sighed Pomme Rouge, who was being fettered, and nearly had his head broken by the hammer which was rivetting his collar.

"Do not move," said the smith roughly. "It was he, it was he," replied the fence, "who floored us, and but for him ."


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 "Stand steady, you fool, and mind your eye." These were the last words I heard, but as I went away I saw, by certain gestures, that the colloquy grew warmer. What are they saying? I know not.

the summer of 1812, a professed thief, named Hotot, who had long sought to be reinstated as a secret agent, in which employment he had been engaged previously to my admission into the police, came to offer his services to me for the fête of Saint Cloud. It is known as one of the most celebrated of the environs of Paris, and that, led by the concourse of persons, pickpockets assemble there in large bodies. It was on Friday that Hotot was brought to me by a comrade. This step appeared to me the more extraordinary, as I had previously given information against him which


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 his ague was on him. In not accepting my view I think he was in error, undoubted authority on bush trade though he is; for I feel fairly certain that even if Messrs. Hatton and Cookson, or any other firm, were to run a weekly line of Palace steamboats with brass bands, and red-velvet saloons up and down the Rembwé river, there would not be sufficient white passenger traffic to pay for coal. Certainly not by my route, one that had never been taken even by a black trader before. But I am not thinking of taking out a patent for it; for one thing, I am sure it would never become sufficiently popular to pay the patentee's preliminary expenses, and for another, the relatives of people who might attempt to use it at any but the short time in the year it is usable, would come down on me for damages.

I next tried to convince Mr. Glass that any canoe would do for me to go down in. "No," he said, "any canoe will not do;" and he explained that when you got down the Rembwé to 'Como Point you were in a rough, nasty bit of water, the Gaboon, which has a fine confused set of currents from the tidal wash and the streams of the Rembwé and 'Como rivers, in which it would be improbable that a river canoe could live any time worth mentioning. Progress below 'Como Point by means of mere paddling he considered impossible. There was nothing for it but a big sailing canoe, and there was no big sailing canoe to be had. I think Mr. Glass got a ray of comfort out of the fact that Messrs. John Holt's sub-agent was, equally with himself, unable to ship me.

At this point in the affair there entered a highly dramatic figure. He came on to the scene suddenly and with much uproar, in a way that would have made his fortune in a transpontine drama. I shall always regret I have not got that man's portrait, for I cannot do him justice with ink. He dashed up on to the verandah, smote the frail form of Mr. Glass between the shoulders, and flung his own massive one into a chair. His name was Obanjo, but he liked it pronounced Captain Johnson, and his profession was a bush and river trader on his own account. Every movement of the man was theatrical, and he used to look covertly at you every now and then to see if he had produced his impression, which was


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 “Who goes there?” cried a voice—such a voice! I swerved to the right and rode like a madman, but a dozen squirts of fire came out of the darkness, and the bullets whizzed all round my ears. That was no new sound to me, my friends, though I will not talk like a foolish conscript and say that I have ever liked it. But at least it had never kept me from thinking clearly, and so I knew that there was nothing for it but to gallop hard and try my luck elsewhere. I rode round the English picket, and then, as I heard nothing more of them, I concluded rightly that I had at last come through their defences. For five miles I rode south, striking a tinder from time to time to look at my pocket compass. And then in an instant—I feel the pang once more as my memory brings back the moment—my horse, without a sob or stagger, fell stone dead beneath me!

I had never known it, but one of the bullets from that infernal picket had passed through his body. The gallant creature had never winced nor weakened, but had gone while life was in him. One instant I was secure on the swiftest, most graceful horse in Massena’s army. The next he lay upon his side, worth only the price of his hide, and I stood there that most helpless, most ungainly of creatures, a dismounted Hussar. What could I do with my boots, my spurs, my trailing sabre? I was far inside the enemy’s lines. How could I hope to get back again? I am not ashamed to say that I, Etienne Gerard, sat upon my dead horse and sank my face in my hands in my despair. Already the first streaks were whitening the east. In half an hour it would be light. That I should have won my way past every obstacle and then at this last instant be left at the mercy of my enemies, my mission ruined, and myself a prisoner—was it not enough to break a soldier’s heart?

But courage, my friends! We have these moments of weakness, the bravest of us; but I have a spirit like a slip of steel, for the more you bend it the higher it springs. One spasm of despair, and then a brain of ice and a heart of fire. All was not vet lost. I who had come through so many hazards would come through this one also. I rose from my horse and considered what had best be done.


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Su-rah, Fourth born of the Children of Chan, lived in days when the Sons of Heaven ruled supreme in the East, when China was a power to fear both for her brave warriors and for the ancient wisdom of her men of learning.

Of each of these, the Mandarin Chan knew much, having in his youth, served in the many engagements against the barbarians beyond the Wall, flat faced, snub nosed creatures whose descendants were to over run Europe to such an extent, that in litanies even now may be found the words, “From the Mongols, God protect us!”

So he was not a stranger to battle, altho in the script from which this scrap is torn he is described as a semi-recluse, free from the vanities of life as it was lived in his day, musing over his collected writings and studying out the final path to the Halls of Contentment, along which he must presently pass.

A gentle, kind, old man, we see him thru the medium of the inkbrush of that long dead scribe who traced the tale in a religious work, as a singular miracle proving the infinite Mercy of the Goddess Kwan-Yin. Kind in an odd way, we may believe when we learn that before Su-rah was five days old she was betrothed to a man already in middle age and possessing no apparent merit as far as we know except the wealth the scribe claims was beyond even a poor man’s dreams.

Yet, the unknown, un-named wooer was a friend of Chan’s, a dear friend, which in itseflitself [sic] explains a good deal, and we will charitably suppose that the Mandarin intended in his own way to insure the future happiness of his only daughter.

So, with an unsuspected surprise hanging over her, Su-rah grew older along with her three brothers and learned to hide her emotions, to be calm always, to be silent in the presence of elders, in short to follow in every way the traditions of the House of Chan, whose records were lost in antiquity when the aurochs roamed in England, before ever the Romans came.

In Shi-kung-su, Chan and his family dwelt in the winter months, safe within the Great Wall’s protection, but when summer came and the world hummed with busy stir of growing things, Mandarin and sons and Su-rah, accompanied by a crowd of servants and private soldiers, moved from the noisome odors of the crowded city out where breezes came over flowers instead of offal, to Chan’s summer palace outside the Wall.

None knew who the original owners or builders were, except that some one in China’s feudal period had constructed a grim stone castle, but whatever it might have been long ago and still seemed from outside, it was no longer anything within but a very beautifully furnished palace and in place of the courtyard was a huge garden, riotous with flowers, sprawling vines and flowering shrubs.

To Su-rah, it was for a long time her idea of what the First Heaven must be like. One might say that she grew up in the garden, only existing in the city, but living when they returned to the palace.

Not always though did life run smoothly even there. Once within her memory and often before that, the Tartars had swung in from the unknown mysterious distances of the Northern Gobi deserts.

Then all was confusion and running to and fro, picking up this bundle and dropping that one and finally taking none at all in the hurry to reach the safety of the Wall, satisfied if they escaped with their lives.

Su-rah’s first great adventure had come before she was three and her only dim impression of it, but one that was never forgotten, was her first sight of a Tartar.

Short, stocky, with a helmet of hide upon his head where seemingly short horns grew, he sat on his horse in a slanting rain, observing the fugitives as they entered the gate and were secure behind the Wall.

Just too late he had been to cut them off from retreat and for a long time after that, Su-rah’s nurse frightened her with stories

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 of the dreadful things the Tartar would have done had he been quicker.

Thus, Su-rah learned that the favorite beverage of the Tartar Hordes was the blood of a Chinese, drunken from a baby’s skull and her fear of them became associated with the man on the horse.

Often in her dreams, he sat and watched her; far away at first, then nearer, steadily regarding her, but unmoving in the dreams, merely appearing closer with each successive night, until one terrible night he stretched out his hairy hand and caught her by the throat.

Just as, in her dream, he swung her from her couch to his saddle, a monstrous thing sprang from the shadows all about, growling horribly and dragged him down.

Snarling, it worried him until the Tartar no longer fought, but lay quietly beneath its emerald paws. Then it lifted its head and she gazed into the glaring red lacquered eyes of the palace guardian, the Fu-dog in the garden—and awoke.

That morning she went out and inspected the Fu-dog with a different interest than ever before.

He lay crouching as if for a spring, as always a motionless piece of statuary, upon his pedestal of white tiles.

All that Su-rah’s nurse knew of the history of the statue, she had told the little girl; how once very long ago, when the world was young and strange beasts roamed that now no longer were seen, the Great Lord Buddha was given badly needed assistance by a passing and friendly Fu-dog. In his gratitude, Lord Buddha caused the animal to become sacred and in consequence, pairs of them will be found carven and sculptured in temples to act as guards against evil spirits.

That the Fu-dog would ever be supposed to be merely a mythological animal, part lion, part unicorn, neither Su-rah nor the nurse, of course, could have suspected, regarding him as a being very real.

Su-rah gazed at his shaggy mane, the globe beneath his foot, his short stub of a unicorn’s horn, the tip missing and wondered at the little dog which hung from his flank.

She knew from the stories of her nurse, that the inscription upon the pedestal told how a very holy man had built with his own hands this statue and endowed it with supernatural qualities.

With mingled respect and fear, she stood before it, remembering while she did so, the tale her nurse had told, concerning a robber who once entered the garden at night to steal the palace treasures and how in the morning he was found horribly mangled and quite dead in the pool near the statue. And nurse said that there had been blood on the Fu-dog’s fangs!

As she eyed his wide open mouth, gleaming red inside and equipped with sharp white porcelain teeth, four inches long, in each jaw, the pieces of red lacquer which formed his eyes, set loose in their sockets as in most old pieces of pottery, so they would wobble about, turned suddenly toward her and they stared at one another, face to face and eye to eye!

Bravely, remembering that in her dream he had saved her from the barbarian, she stood her ground, though her small knees quaked beneath her.

“Big dog,” she squeaked, “I am not afraid of you, but do not look at me like that!”

“What would you do, big dog, if the Tartars should come to eat me up?”

The muzzle of the dog seemed to crinkle up, baring the white fangs even farther and all the surface of its back writhed with running motion as though the shaggy hair was rising. The hideous face was dark and overcast with an ugly look.

The little girl screamed and ran from the garden, for it appeared that the Fu-dog was about to spring.

A rushing sound went by her in the trees and a wind tossed the willow tops. Perhaps, it was their shadows on the surface of green porcelain that had given the fearsome look, but at three years old, little girls do not think much of that.

Curiosity, conquering fear, sent her back to peep around the pillar of the gate arch.

Motionless, the Fu-dog crouched on his pedestal of white tiling and a trick of fading light from a suddenly cloud obscured sun, gave his eyes a sly humorous look as though he winked, knowingly, benignantly, at the little girl.

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 evidently intended to be that of a reckless, rollicking skipper. There was a Hallo-my-Hearty atmosphere coming off him from the top of his hat to the soles of his feet, like the scent off a flower; but it did not require a genius in judging men to see that behind, and under this was a very different sort of man, and if I should ever want to engage in a wild and awful career up a West African river I shall start on it by engaging Captain Johnson. He struck me as being one of those men, of whom I know five, whom I could rely on, that if one of them and I went into the utter bush together, one of us at least would come out alive and have made something substantial by the venture; which is a great deal more than I could say, for example, of Ngouta, who was still with me, as he desired to see the glories of Gaboon and buy a hanging lamp. I will not commence that hanging lamp palaver here, however, but remark that Ngouta persisted in regarding himself as still surrounded by danger at Agonjo.

Captain Johnson's attire calls for especial comment and admiration. However disconnected the two sides of his character might be, his clothes bore the impress of both of his natures to perfection. He wore, when first we met, a huge sombrero hat, a spotless singlet, and a suit of clean, well-got-up dungaree, and an uncommonly picturesque, powerful figure he cut in them, with his finely moulded, well-knit form and good-looking face, full of expression always, but always with the keen small eyes in it watching the effect his genial smiles and hearty laugh produced. The eyes were the eyes of Obanjo, the rest of the face the property of Captain Johnson. I do not mean to say that they were the eyes of a bad bold man, but you had not to look twice at them to see they belonged to a man courageous in the African manner, full of energy and resource, keenly intelligent and self-reliant, and all that sort of thing.

I left him and the refined Mr. Glass together to talk over the palaver of shipping me, and they talked it at great length. Finally the price I was to pay Obanjo was settled and we proceeded to less important details. It seemed Obanjo, when up the river this time, had set about constructing a new and large trading canoe at one of his homes, in which he was just


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 From then on, the statue and the child shared a secret together, for none but they, knew that the Fu-dog really lived.

And after that there were no more dreams.

Time passed, summer succeeding summer, but the garden remained the same. The Fu-dog crouched for his spring as patiently as of old, biding his time to leap. The wind in the willows still made shadows on his porcelain back and body when the sun was right and the poppies in the flower bed around the base of his pedestal might have been the very same as far as appearances went, but Su-rah had changed and for her this morning the world was also new.

Ten years had passed since the understanding with the statue and Su-rah was at an age which means little here, but much in a land where children are betrothed at birth.

For the last two years she had known that sometime she would marry the fat, greasy, old merchant whose wealth was fabulous and had been gained in tea.

What did it matter if he was a very good friend of her father’s and that the marriage was a matter of policy between the men? He was fat and greasy just the same!

But Su-rah had not objected. It was her fate, it was best for her, of course, or Father Chan would not have made the plans.

Now—all was changed and her heart seethed with rebellion, for Arslan, an archer of the palace guard and an utter nobody, had dared to smile at her as he passed in the corridor that morning.

Boldly had he smiled, with no respectful down drooping of the eyes!

And Kwan-Yin aid her!—her cheeks flushed as she thought of it!

She—Su-rah—of the House of Chan—had smiled back!

Being quite honest with herself, alone in the garden, she admitted that he was good to smile at. What broad shoulders he had, to be sure, and such a comely face!

Somehow she could not be as angry at Arslan as she ought; instead, her wrath had become strangely turned about and she was thinking in hard terms of a certain tea-merchant back in Shi-kung-su.

Summer waned and became autumn, but she did not forget and when autumn merged into winter she was still angry when the Tartars came down like a wolf pack from the North and there was furious fighting for some time upon the Wall.

As far as Su-rah could see, the plain was black with horsemen and a dull thunder of hoofs and guttural shouting made a rumbling undercurrent of dread that cast a blight and a shadow upon even the bravest attempts at gayety in the city.

They sang horirblehorrible [sic] war-chants, threatening and clanging, to the clash of cymbals and rattling of the nakirs or kettledrums.

Then the attack came and for an entire day the Tartars surged against the wall like the waves of a living sea!

Wave after wave of horsemen washed up, a footman running by the side of each galloping horse and carrying a section of ladder. Arrived at the base of the Wall, they fitted the sections together, dropping like flies beneath the sleet of arrows pouring down from above.

Wave after wave retreated to the unceasing stridulations of the nakirs, while the war trumpets of the Chinese blared defiance at them.

Wave after wave left a dark spray behind them on the ground, but steadily the ladders rose with each successive charge.

And then they topped the Wall!

At the section defended by Su-rah’s three brothers and their palace guard, there was a watch tower and in this place of semingseeming [sic] safety sat Su-rah and some other of the women who were acutely interested in the fight.

They had not dreamed that the Tartars could storm a high defended wall, and supposed that they could see all the fighting without the slightest danger. So it was that through an arrow slit, Su-rah saw the defenders push the ladders away, clustered with climbing men, saw the ladders totter and reel like a drunken giant and falling, slash a trough in the army below.

But there were Tartars on the Wall and the fighting was hand to hand.

One of the older women began serving out knives to the women in the tower and although no word was spoken, all knew what they were for.

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saw daily riding to the Rhine those who would fain be at the feasting. Full many of these who for the king’s sake were come into the land, were given steeds and lordly harness. Seats were prepared for all, for the highest and the best, as we are told, for two and thirty princes at the feast. For this, too, the fair ladies vied in their attire. Giselher, the youth, was aught but idle; he and Gernot and all their men received the friends and strangers. In truth, they gave the knights right courtly greetings. These brought into the land many a saddle of golden red, dainty shields and lordly armor to the feasting on the Rhine. Many a wounded man was seen full merry since. Even those who lay abed in stress of wounds, must needs forget the bitterness of death. Men ceased to mourn for the weak and sick and joyed in prospect of the festal day, and how well they would fare at the feasting of the king. Pleasure without stint and overabundance of joy pervaded all the folk which there were seen. Therefore great rejoicing arose throughout the whole of Gunther’s land.

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 If the Tartars should win!

Steadily the enemy grew fewer, however, as no reinforcements came, and the danger passed. Su-rah, staring through her arrow-slit, gasped. Who was that, whom the giant barbarian held high and helpless above his head, striding toward the edge of the parapet?

Surely it was—yea, it must be—Arslan! With no warning she unbarred the door and slipped into the midst of the fighting. The Tartar strode by; with all her puny might she drove her blade between his shoulders.

He coughed and fell. Arslan dropped upon the stones.

The archer did not rise at once from his knees, but caught the edge of her embroidered robe and pressed it to his forehead.

“Daughter of Chan,” he said, haltingly, “you are as brave as a warrior. My life is yours to use.”

For a breath, she smiled at him, then her face hardene;dhardened; [sic] she was a daughter of the House of Chan, he was an offspring of the gutter; she wondered if he even knew his father’s name!

She twitched the silks from his fingers and spoke in a hard tone that stung the sensitive boy like a slash of a whip.

“I would have done the same for any other cur of the streets!” she said coldly, and swept back to the tower, holding her robes close about her to avoid the sullying touch of the dead men all around.

Perhaps that would teach him his proper place, she thought, and it had, for he hurled himself like a madman into the scattered remnants of the battle, hoping for death to wipe out his shame.

Not again during the day, did the barbarians win to the top of the Wall and at dusk they withdrew and a truce was mutual.

Su-rah should have been delighted with the manner in which she canceled the insult of that smile which she had answered, but that night there was the sound of sobbing in her chamber.

When the nurse entered with a light, Su-rah was asleep, oh, very soundly so!—but there was a tiny halt in her breathing and the nurse, who had seen and heard the events upon the Wall, did not believe that Su-rah’s cheeks were wet for pity of the tea-merchant’s fate if the Tartars had entered Shi-kung-su.

The next morning that vast army had disappeared in search of some weaker section which might fall to their power, and only their dead remained.

But during the night when she fitfully dozed, tormented by thoughts which would not let her rest, a sentry on the watch tower saw a dark shape lunge out from the Wall, heard a splash and a commotion far below in the deep hollow where the sewage of the city flowed toward the Hwang-ho through gratings in the masonry, and he beheld the flickering of torches as Tartars helped their fellow to safety.

And Su-rah woke from her troubled slumbers with a start. Again the dark horseman rode through her dreams and though he had been very close before she awoke, no protecting Fu-dog was near to save.

Houlagou, the Tartar, had not been killed when the girl’s dagger turned upon a boss of his hide armor, but he had been wounded sorely.

Slyly he had marked her features and her rank and swore that her pride should be broken. Houlagou had in all his life allowed no injury to go unpaid.

That winter her comings and goings were watched by many eyes within the city, for Houlagou was something of a noble in his own way and could command spies, none of which were Tartars.

When Chan and his family moved out of the city in the spring time, they found the summer palace gutted and partially destroyed, but in the garden where the Fu-dog stood, as usual, things were intact and unharmed.

Su-rah ran to him and caressed him as a long lost friend and afar off, Arslan gazed enviously, madly jealous of the unfeeling statue which could not appreciate its good fortune.

But when a breeze stirred the red eyes so they roved about, Arslan went away somewhat hurriedly. Of course, he was not superstitious, but there was something about

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