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 The rest, I expect, have gone to heaven, or somewhere. I don't see them 'round here."

Whatever the merit of the good man's conjectures, his eves did not deceive him. They are not here. In their place has come this queer conglomerate mass of heterogeneous elements, ever striving and working like whiskey and water in one glass, and with the like result: final union and a prevailing taint of whiskey. The once unwelcome Irishman has been followed in his turn by the Italian, the Russian Jew, and the Chinaman, and has himself taken a hand at opposition, quite as bitter and quite as ineffectual, against these later hordes. Wherever these have gone they have crowded him out, possessing the block, the street, the ward with their denser swarms. But the Irishman's revenge is complete. Victorious in defeat over his recent as over his more ancient foe, the one who opposed his coming no less than the one who drove him out, he dictates to both their politics, and, secure in possession of the offices, returns the native his greeting with interest, while collecting the rents of the Italian whose house he has bought with the profits of his saloon. As a landlord he is picturesquely autocratic. An amusing instance of his methods came under my notice while writing these lines. An inspector of the Health Department found an Italian family paying a man with a Celtic name twenty-five dollars a month for three small rooms in a ramshackle rear tenement—more than twice what they were worth—and expressed his astonishment to the tenant, an ignorant Sicilian laborer. He replied that he had once asked the landlord to reduce the rent, but he would not do it.

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 me, I fira you and your tilings in the streeta. And the frightened Italian paid the rent.

In justice to the Irish landlord it must be said that like an apt pupil he was merely showing forth the result of the schooling he had received, re-enacting, in his own way, the scheme of the tenements. It is only his frankness that shocks. The Irishman does not naturally take kindly to tenement life, though with characteristic versatility he adapts himself to its conditions at once. It does violence, nevertheless, to the best that is in him, and for that very reason of all who come within its sphere soonest corrupts him. The result is a sediment, the product of more than a generation in the city's slums, that, as distinguished from the larger body of his class, justly ranks at the foot of tenement dwellers, the so-called "low Irish."

It is not to be assumed, of course, that the whole body of the population living in the tenements, of which New Yorkers are in the habit o£ speaking vaguely as "the poor," or even the larger part of it, is to be classed as vicious or as poor in the sense of verging on beggary.

New York's wage-earners have no other place to live, more is the pity. They are truly poor for having no better homes; waxing poorer in purse as the exorbitant rents to which they are tied, as ever was serf to soil, keep rising. The wonder is that they are not all corrupted, and speedily, by their surroundings. If, on the contrary, there be a steady working up, if not out of the slough, the fact is a powerful argument for the optimist's belief that the world is, after all, growing better, not worse, and would go far toward disarming apprehension, were it not for the steadier growth of the sediment of the slums and its constant menace. Such an impulse toward better things there certainly is. The German rag-picker of thirty years ago,

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 quite as low in the scale as his Italian successor, is the thrifty tradesman or prosperous farmer of to-day.

The Italian scavenger of our time is fast graduating into exclusive control of the corner fruit-stands, while his black-eyed boy monopolizes the boot-blacking industry in which a few years ago he was an intruder. The Irish hod-carrier in the second generation has become a brick-layer, if not the Alderman of his ward, while the Chinese coolie is in almost exclusive possession of the laundry business. The reason is obvious. The poorest immigrant comes here with the purpose and ambition to better himself and, given half a chance, might be reasonably expected to make the most of it. To the false plea that he prefers the squalid homes in which his kind are housed there could be no better answer. The truth is, his half change has too long been wanting, and for the bad result he has been unjustly blamed.

As emigration from east to west follows the latitude, so does the foreign influx in New York distribute itself along certain well-defined lines that waver and break only under the stronger pressure of a more gregarious race or the encroachments of inexorable business. A feeling of dependence upon mutual effort, natural to strangers in a strange land, unacquainted with its language and customs, sufficiently accounts for this.

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 only to sheer force of numbers, and objects equally to them all. A map of the city, colored to designate nationalities, would show more stripes than on the skin of a zebra, and more colors than any rainbow. The city on such a map would fall into two great halves, green for the Irish prevailing in the West Side tenement districts, and blue for the Germans on the East Side. But intermingled with these ground colors would be an odd variety of tints that would give the whole the appearance of an extraordinary crazy-quilt. From down in the Sixth Ward, upon the site of the old Collect Pond that in the days of the fathers drained the hills which are no more, the red of the Italian would be seen forcing its way northward along the line of Mulberry Street to the quarter of the French purple on Bleecker Street and South Fifth Avenue, to lose itself and reappear, after a lapse of miles, in the "Little Italy" of Harlem, east of Second Avenue. Dashes of red, sharply defined, would be seen strung through the Annexed District, northward to the city line. On the West Side the red would be seen overrunning the old Africa of Thompson Street, pushing the black of the negro rapidly uptown, against querulous but unavailing protests, occupying his home, his church, his trade and all, with merciless impartiality. There is a church in Mulberry Street that has stood for two generations as a sort of milestone of these migrations. Built originally for the worship of staid New Yorkers of the "old stock," it was engulfed by the colored tide, when the draft-riots drove the negroes out of reach of Cherry Street and the Five Points. Within the past decade the advance wave of the Italian onset reached it, and to-day the arms of United Italy adorn its front. The negroes have made a stand at several points along Seventh and Eighth Avenues; but their main body,

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 still pursued by the Italian foe, is on the march yet, and the black mark will be found overshadowing to-day many blocks on the East Side, with One Hundredth Street as the centre, where colonies of them have settled recently.

Hardly less aggressive than the Italian, the Russian and Polish Jew, having overrun the district between Rivington and Division Streets, east of the Bowery, to the point of suffocation, is filling the tenements of the old Seventh Ward to the river front, and disputing with the Italian every foot of available space in the back alleys of Mulberry Street. The two races, differing hopelessly in much, have this in common: they carry their slums with them wherever they go, if allowed to do it. Little Italy already rivals its parent, the "Bend," in foulness. Other nationalities that begin at the bottom make a fresh start when crowded up the ladder. Happily both are manageable, the one by rabbinical, the other by the civil law. Between the dull gray of the Jew, his favorite color, and the Italian red, would be seen squeezed in on the map a sharp streak of yellow, marking the narrow boundaries of Chinatown. Dovetailed in with the German population, the poor but thrifty Bohemian might be picked out by the sombre hue of his life as of his philosophy, struggling against heavy odds in the big human bee-hives of the East Side. Colonies of his people extend northward, with long lapses of space, from below the Cooper Institute more than three miles. The Bohemian is the only foreigner with any considerable representation in the city who counts no wealthy man of his race, none who has not to work hard for a living, or has got beyond the reach of the tenement.

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 tribe, that in a single year has swelled from the original dozen to twelve hundred, intent, every mother's son, on trade and barter. Dots and dashes of color here and there would show where the Finnish sailors worship their djumala (God), the Greek pedlars the ancient name of their race, and the Swiss the goddess of thrift. And so on to the end of the long register, all toiling together in the galling fetters of the tenement. Were the question raised who makes the most of life thus mortgaged, who resists most stubbornly its levelling tendency—knows how to drag even the barracks upward a part of the way at least toward the ideal plane of the home—the palm must be unhesitatingly awarded the Teuton. The Italian and the poor Jew rise only by compulsion. The Chinaman does not rise at all; here, as at home, he simply remains stationary. The Irishman's genius rims to public affairs rather than domestic life; wherever he is mustered in force the saloon is the gorgeous centre of political activity. The German struggles vainly to learn his trick; his Teutonic wit is too heavy, and the political ladder he raises from his saloon usually too short or too clumsy to reach the desired goal. The best part of his life is lived at home, and he makes himself a home independent of the surroundings, giving the lie to the saying, unhappily become a maxim of social truth, that pauperism and drunkenness naturally grow in the tenements. He makes the most of his tenement, and it should be added that whenever and as soon as he can save up money enough, he gets out and never crosses the threshold of one again.

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OWN below Chatham Square, in the old Fourth Ward, where the cradle of the tenement stood, we shall find New York's Other Half at home, receiving such as care to call and are not afraid. Not all of it, to be sure, there is not room for that; but a fairly representative gathering, representative of its earliest and worst traditions. There is nothing to be afraid of. In this metropolis, let it be understood, there is no public street where the stranger may not go safely by day and by night, provided he knows how to mind his own business and is sober. His coming and going will excite little interest, unless he is suspected of being a truant officer, in which case he will be impressed with the truth of the observation that the American stock is dying out for want of children. If he escapes this suspicion and the risk of trampling upon, or being himself run down by the bewildering swarms of youngsters that are everywhere or nowhere as the exigency and their quick scent of danger direct, he will see no reason for dissenting from that observation. Glimpses caught of the parents watching the youngsters play from windows or open doorways will soon convince him that the native stock is in no way involved.

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 roar echoing yet in our ears, we have turned the corner from prosperity to poverty. We stand upon the domain of the tenement. In the shadow of the great stone abutments the old Knickerbocker houses linger like ghosts of a departed day. Down the winding slope of Cherry Street—proud and fashionable Cherry Hill that was—their broad steps, sloping roofs, and dormer windows are easily made out; all the more easily for the contrast with the ugly barracks that elbow them right and left. These never had other design than to shelter, at as little outlay as possible, the greatest crowds out of which rent could be wrung. They were the bad after-thought of a heedless day. The years have brought to the old houses unhonored age, a querulous second childhood that is out of tune with the time, their tenants, the neighbors, and cries out against them and against you in fretful protest in every step on their rotten floors or squeaky stairs. Good cause have they for their fretting. This one, with its shabby front and poorly patched roof, what glowing firesides, what happy children may it once have owned? Heavy feet, too often with unsteady step, for the pot-house is next door—where is it not next door in these slums?—have worn away the brown-stone steps since; the broken columns at the door have rotted away at the base. Of the handsome cornice barely a trace is left. Dirt and desolation reign in the wide hallway, and danger lurks on the stairs. Rough pine boards fence off the roomy fire-places—where coal is bought by the pail at the rate of twelve dollars a ton these have no place. The arched gateway leads no longer to a shady bower on the banks of the rushing stream, inviting to day-dreams with its gentle repose, but to a dark and nameless alley, shut in by high brick walls, cheerless as the lives of those they

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 two great cities, one might drop a pebble into half a dozen such alleys.

One yawns just across the street; not very broadly, but it is not to blame. The builder of the old gateway had no thought of its ever becoming a public thoroughfare. Once inside it widens, but only to make room for a big box-like building with the worn and greasy look of the slum tenement that is stamped alike on the houses and their tenants down here, even on the homeless cur that romps with the children in yonder building lot, with an air of expectant interest plainly betraying the forlorn hope that at some stage of the game a meat-bone may show up in the role of "It." Vain hope, truly! Nothing more appetizing than a bare-legged ragamuffin appears. Meat-bones, not long-since picked clean, are as scarce in Blind Man's Alley as elbow-room in any Fourth Ward back-yard. The shouts of the children come hushed over the house-tops, as if apologizing for the intrusion. Few glad noises make this old alley ring. Morning and evening it echoes with the gentle, groping tap of the blind mans staff as he feels his way to the street. Blind Man's Alley bears its name for a reason. Until little more than a year ago its dark burrows harbored a colony of blind beggars, tenants of a blind landlord, old Daniel Murphy, whom every child in the ward knows, if he never heard of the President of the United States. "Old Dan" made a big fortune—he told me once four hundred thousand dollars—out of his alley and the surrounding tenements, only to grow blind himself in extreme old age, sharing in the end the chief hardship of the wretched beings whose lot he had stubbornly refused to better that he might increase his wealth. Even when the Board of Health at last compelled him to repair and clean up the worst of the old buildings,

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 under threat of driving out the tenants and locking the doors behind them, the work was accomplished against the old man's angry protests. He appeared in person before the Board to argue his case, and his argument was characteristic.

"I have made my will," he said. "My monument stands waiting for me in Calvary. I stand on the very brink of the grave, blind and helpless, and now (here the pathos of the appeal was swept under in a burst of angry indignation) do you want me to build and get skinned, skinned? These people are not fit to live in a nice house. Let them go where they can, and let my house stand."

In spite of the genuine anguish of the appeal, it was downright amusing to find that his anger was provoked less by the anticipated waste of luxury on his tenants than by distrust of his own kind, the builder. He knew intuitively what to expect. The result showed that Mr. Murphy had gauged his tenants correctly. The cleaning up process apparently destroyed the home-feeling of the alley; many of the blind people moved away and did not return. Some remained, however, and the name has clung to the place.

Some idea of what is meant by a sanitary "cleaning up" in these slums may be gained from the account of a mishap I met with once, in taking a flash-light picture of a group of blind beggars in one of the tenements down here. With unpractised hands I managed to set fire to the house. When the blinding effect of the flash had passed away and I could see once more, I discovered that a lot of paper and rags that hung on the wall were ablaze. There were six of us, five blind men and women who knew nothing of their danger, and myself, in an attic room with a dozen crooked, rickety stairs between us and

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194 About five o'clock the next morning we opened Queen Charlotte's Sound, and about seven we saw three flashes rising from the south end of the Motu-Aro, where a hippah, or strong hold of the natives, was situated, which is described in Lieutenant Cook's voyage in the Endeavour. We immediately conceived that they were signals made by Europeans, and probably by our friends in the Adventure; and upon firing some four-pounders, had the pleasure of being answered out of the Ship Cove, opposite the island. Towards noon we could discern our old consort at anchor; and soon after were met by several of her officers, who brought us a present of fresh fish, and gave us an account of what had happened to them after our separation. In the afternoon it fell calm, so that we were obliged to be towed into the cove, where we anchored at seven in the evening. In the mean time Captain Furneaux came on board, and testified his satisfaction at rejoining us, by a salute of thirteen guns, which our people cheerfully returned. Those who have been in situations similar to ours, may form an adequate idea of the reciprocal pleasure which this meeting produced. It was heightened on both sides, by the recent impressions of accumulated dangers to which our separate courses had exposed us, and which under Providence we had happily escaped.


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 #Safe Streets and Roads for All – This new $5 billion competitive grant program at the Department of Transportation will provide funding directly to and exclusively for local governments to support their efforts to advance “vision zero” plans and other complete street improvements to reduce crashes and fatalities, especially for cyclists and pedestrians. Applications are expected to open in May 2022. Climate, Energy & Environment
 * 1) Charging and Fueling Infrastructure Grants – In addition to the $5 billion formula program distributed to states, this $2.5 billion discretionary grant program at the Department of Transportation will fund the strategic deployment of publicly accessible electric vehicle charging infrastructure, as well as hydrogen, propane, and natural gas fueling infrastructure, along designated alternative fuel corridors and in communities. The Department is seeking comments on program design by January 28th here, and after January 28th here.
 * 2) Clean School Bus Program – This new $5 billion competitive grant program at the Environmental Protection Agency (EPA) will provide funding to replace existing school buses with low- or zero-emission school buses. Applications for funding will be made available here later this spring.
 * 3) Reconnecting Communities – The Bipartisan Infrastructure Law creates a first-ever $1 billion program at the Department of Transportation to reconnect communities divided by transportation infrastructure – particularly historically disadvantaged communities too often nearly destroyed or cut in half by a highway. This new competitive program will provide dedicated funding to state, local, metropolitan planning organizations, and tribal governments for planning, design, demolition, and reconstruction of street grids, parks, or other infrastructure to address these legacy impacts. Applications will open in the second quarter of 2022.
 * 4) Rural Surface Transportation Grant - This new $2 billion competitive grant program at the Department of Transportation will improve and expand surface transportation infrastructure in rural areas, increasing connectivity, improving safety and reliability of the movement of people and freight, and generate regional economic growth. This amount includes specific set asides for small projects ($200 million), rural roadway lane departure improvements ($300 million), and the Appalachian Development Highway System ($500 million). Applications will open in the first quarter of 2022.
 * 1) Building Resilient Infrastructure and Communities Program – This existing Federal Emergency Management Agency (FEMA) program will distribute $1 billion to support communities undertaking hazard mitigation projects to reduce the risks they face from disasters and other natural hazards. FY21 applications are open until January 28th, 2022 and hundreds of millions of dollars in funding remains available. Communities will apply as sub-applicants


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 convey water to or from surface water or groundwater storage. The Department will hold its final stakeholder sessions this month and open applications later this spring.
 * 1) Emergency Watershed Protection Program – This existing Department of Agriculture program will provide $300 million in technical and financial assistance to project sponsors for the design and construction of measures to help repair damages from a recent disaster. Applications open in February.

Other Opportunities

The law further significantly increased the amount of non-competitive formula funding that will flow first to states and then on to cities and local governments. Examples include funding available through Surface Transportation Block Grant sub-allocations for local governments, which now include significantly expanded the flexibilities for cities to determine how these funds can be used, as well as increases for states’ Clean Water and Drinking Water State Revolving Funds. We encourage cities to reach out to the state or regional offices for various federal agencies, as well as state governments’ infrastructure coordinators, to better understand forthcoming increases in formula funding.

Getting Ready to Apply for and Receive Federal Infrastructure Funds

Building a better America is a shared endeavor no one can do alone, and investing federal infrastructure dollars will require significant coordination between cities, states, Tribal governments, community stakeholders, and other key partners.

Earlier this month, the White House Infrastructure Implementation Coordinator sent a letter to Governors recommending a series of preparatory actions, including appointing infrastructure coordinators to manage the flow of funds to their states. Cities can also begin to coordinate across their departments and with metropolitan planning organizations (MPO) to:
 * 1) Prioritize your community’s capital needs and develop a project pipeline – taking time to think about the projects previously considered impossible due to lack of funding or regional coordination. This is a once-in-a-generation funding opportunity that will require bold, inclusive thinking.
 * 2) Use the forthcoming Bipartisan Infrastructure Law Guidebook to identify federal funding streams to target.
 * 3) Ensure all transit, railway, road, highway, and bridge projects are a part of your MPO’s Transportation Improvement Plan.
 * 4) Begin mapping sites for electric vehicle and alternative fuel charging stations.
 * 5) Inventory and map the lead pipes in your city. Read through the Biden-Harris Lead Pipe and Paint Action Plan here for additional federal resources for this effort.
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The Bay of Awomori, at the extreme end of which stands the town of the same name, is among the best in Japan, the harbour being well protected while there is deep water close to the shore on all sides.

The town of Awomori, which is the seat of the Awomori Ken, is extremely uninteresting, and there was comparatively little left to see of it on the occasion of our visit, as more than half of the place had been destroyed by fire the year before. Its Meibutsu or production for which it is famous, is a kind of sweetmeat made of beans and sugar. No particular industry is carried on, but a considerable trade passes through the town, as it is the favourite place of communication between this part of the country and Hakodate, owing to its proximity to Hirozaki which was formerly the castle-town of the district; while on the other hand it is conveniently situated with respect to the great cattle-province of Nambu. Cattle and rice are the chief exports to Hakodate, while from that place skins, fish, and foreign merchandise of all kinds are imported. Another thing which tends to give a certain importance to

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 Rh lay in a store of nuts, and in short prepare myself for the oncoming of winter, which, in the bush, may come on at any time in the summer.

I rose briskly from the ground to my hands and knees and set myself to the building of my house. The method that I intended to follow here was merely that which Nature has long since taught to the beaver and which, moreover, is known and practised by the gauchos of the pampas, by the googoos of Rhodesia and by many other tribes. I had but to select a suitable growth of trees and gnaw them down with my teeth, taking care so to gnaw them that each should fall into the place appointed for it in the building. The sides, once erected in this fashion, another row of trees, properly situated, is gnawed down to fall crosswise as the roof.

I set myself briskly to work and in half an hour had already the satisfaction of seeing my habitation rising into shape. I was still gnawing with unabated energy when I was interrupted by a low growling in the underbrush. With animal caution I shrank behind a tree, growling in return. I could see something moving in the bushes, evidently an animal of large size. From its snarl I judged it to be a bear. I could hear it moving nearer to me. It was about to attack me. A savage joy thrilled

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 Rh through me at the thought, while my union suit bristled with rage from head to foot as I emitted growl after growl of defiance. I bared my teeth to the gums, snarling, and lashed my flank with my hind foot. Eagerly I watched for the onrush of the bear. In savage combat who strikes first wins. It was my idea, as soon as the bear should appear, to bite off its front legs one after the other. This initial advantage once gained, I had no doubt of ultimate victory.

The brushes parted. I caught a glimpse of a long brown body and a hairy head. Then the creature reared up, breasting itself against a log, full in front of me. Great heavens! It was not a bear at all. It was a man.

He was dressed, as I was, in a union suit, and his face and hands, like mine, were stained a butternut brown. His hair was long and matted and two weeks’ stubble of beard was on his face.

For a minute we both glared at one another, still growling. Then the man rose up to a standing position with a muttered exclamation of disgust.

“Ah, cut it out,” he said. “Let’s talk English.”

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 Rh of his features. Then he looked round about him.

“What are you doing?” he said.

“Building a house,” I answered.

“I know,” he said with a nod. “What are you here for?”

“Why,” I explained, “my plan is this: I want to see whether a man can come out here in the woods, naked, with no aid but that of his own hands and his own ingenuity and”

“Yes, yes, I know,” interrupted the disconsolate man. “Earn himself a livelihood in the wilderness, live as the cave-man lived, carefree and far from the curse of civilization!”

“That’s it. That was my idea,” I said, my enthusiasm rekindling as I spoke. “That’s what I’m doing; my food is to be the rude grass and the roots that Nature furnishes for her children, and for my drink”

“Yes, yes,” he interrupted again with impatience, “for your drink the running rill, for your bed the sweet couch of hemlock, and for your canopy the open sky lit with the soft stars in the deep-purple vault of the dewy night. I know.”

“Great heavens, man!” I exclaimed. “That’s my idea exactly. In fact, those are my very phrases. How could you have guessed it?”

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 Rh He made a gesture with his hand to indicate weariness and disillusionment.

“Pshaw!” he said. “I know it because I’ve been doing it. I’ve been here a fortnight now on this open-air, life-in-the-woods game. Well, I’m sick of it! This last lets me out.”

“What last?” I asked.

“Why, meeting you. Do you realize that you are the nineteenth man that I’ve met in the last three days running about naked in the woods? They’re all doing it. The woods are full of them.”

“You don’t say so!” I gasped.

“Fact. Wherever you go in the bush you find naked men all working out this same blasted old experiment. Why, when you get a little farther in you’ll see signs up: NAKED MEN NOT ALLOWED IN THIS BUSH, and NAKED MEN KEEP OFF, and GENTLEMEN WHO ARE NAKED WILL KINDLY KEEP TO THE HIGH ROAD, and a lot of things like that. You must have come in at a wrong place or you’d have noticed the little shanties that they have now at the edge of the New England bush with signs up: UNION SUITS BOUGHT AND SOLD, CAMERAS FOR SALE OR TO RENT, HIGHEST PRICE FOR CAST-OFF CLOTHING, and all that sort of thing.”

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 Rh “No,” I said. “I saw nothing.”

“Well, you look when you go back. As for me, I’m done with it. The thing’s worked out. I’m going back to the city to see whether I can’t, right there in the heart of the city, earn myself a livelihood with my unaided hands and brains. That’s the real problem; no more bumming on the animals for me. This bush business is too easy. Well, good-bye; I’m off.”

“But stop a minute,” I said. “How is it that, if what you say is true, I haven’t seen or heard anybody in the bush, and I’ve been here since the middle of the morning?”

“Nonsense,” the man answered. “They were probably all round you but you didn’t recognize them.”

“No, no, it’s not possible. I lay here dreaming beneath a tree and there wasn’t a sound, except the twittering of a squirrel and, far away, the cry of a lake-loon, nothing else.”

“Exactly, the twittering of a squirrel! That was some feller up the tree twittering to beat the band to let on that he was a squirrel, and no doubt some other feller calling out like a loon over near the lake. I suppose you gave them the answering cry?”

“I did,” I said. “I gave that low guttural note which”

“Precisely—which is the universal greeting

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 Rh in the freemasonry of animal speech. I see you’ve got it all down pat. Well, good-bye again. I’m off. Oh, don’t bother to growl, please. I’m sick of that line of stuff.”

“Good-bye,” I said.

He slid through the bushes and disappeared. I sat where I was, musing, my work interrupted, a mood of bitter disillusionment heavy upon me. So I sat, it may have been for hours.

In the far distance I could hear the faint cry of a bittern in some lonely marsh.

“Now, who the deuce is making that noise?” I muttered. “Some silly fool, I suppose, trying to think he’s a waterfowl. Cut it out!”

Long I lay, my dream of the woods shattered, wondering what to do.

Then suddenly there came to my ear the loud sound of voices, human voices, strident and eager, with nothing of the animal growl in them.

“He’s in there. I seen him!” I heard someone call.

Rapidly I dived sideways into the underbrush, my animal instinct strong upon me again, growling as I went. Instinctively I knew that it was I that they were after. All the animal joy of being hunted came over me. My union suit stood up on end with mingled fear and rage.

As fast as I could I retreated into the wood.

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 Rh Yet somehow, as I moved, the wood, instead of growing denser, seemed to thin out. I crouched low, still growling and endeavouring to bury myself in the thicket. I was filled with a wild sense of exhilaration such as any lover of the wild life would feel at the knowledge that he is being chased, that some one is after him, that some one is perhaps just a few feet behind him, waiting to stick a pitchfork into him as he runs. There is no ecstasy like this.

Then I realized that my pursuers had closed in on me. I was surrounded on all sides.

The woods had somehow grown thin. They were like the mere shrubbery of a park-it might be of Central Park itself. I could hear among the deeper tones of men the shrill voices of boys. “There he is,” one cried, “going through them bushes! Look at him humping himself!” “What is it, what’s the sport?” another called. “Some crazy guy loose in the park in his underclothes and the cops after him.”

Then they closed in on me. I recognized the blue suits of the police force and their short clubs. In a few minutes I was dragged out of the shrubbery and stood in the open park in my pyjamas, wide awake, shivering in the chilly air of early morning.

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 Rh police-court that sleep-walking is not an offence against the law. I was dismissed with a caution.

My vacation is still before me, and I still propose to spend it naked. But I shall do so at Atlantic City.

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 Awomori is the fact of its being the principal outlet, so to speak, of the large yearly emigration of the country people who flock in large numbers in the spring of every year to Hakodate—either to join the fisheries on the coast of Yesso, or to pick up what living they can in Hakodate and its neighbourhood, returning as regularly in the autumn to their native places.

Considering the comparatively short period during which out-door work can be carried on in the northern parts of Japan, it seems strange that these people should choose for their periodical flitting the very time of year when, as one would be apt to think, their labour would pay them best; and the reason assigned—which the fact of the yearly emigration itself proves to be in a measure correct—namely,—that the fisheries are so lucrative that the amount which they earn by this livelihood serves not only to keep them through the winter months, but to defray the cost of their journeys to and fro—leads us to infer that agriculture in these northern districts of the country is not a remunerative pursuit. This emigration is not confined to the male portion of the population; the women emigrate in just as large if not in larger numbers than the men.

At Awomori commences the long chain of hills which runs down intersecting the country from north to south as far as Takasaki and on through Shinshiu. A lesser ridge of hills has a direction from north-east to south-west, but is irregular, there being breaks at intervals and some of the peaks being much higher than others. In this last chain is the mountain Iwakiyama, which like so many other mountains in Japan is shaped like a volcano, and stands out a little distance from the rest of the chain. It is of course impossible to form any accurate conclusion as to the height of a mountain without ascending it, but judging from the size of the hills near Iwakiyama ever which we passed we estimated its height roughly at about 5,000 feet.

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 Rh woodsman, such as I had now become, it is nothing. I selected a dry stick, rubbed it vigorously against my hind leg, and in a few moments it broke into a generous blaze. Half an hour later I was sitting beside a glowing fire of twigs discussing with great gusto an appetizing mess of boiled grass and fungi cooked in a hollow stone.

I ate my fill, not pausing till I was full, careless, as the natural man ever is, of the morrow. Then, stretched out upon the pine-needles at the foot of a great tree, I lay in drowsy contentment listening to the song of the birds, the hum of the myriad insects and the strident note of the squirrel high above me. At times I would give utterance to the soft answering call, known to every woodsman, that is part of the freemasonry of animal speech. As I lay thus, I would not have exchanged places with the pale dweller in the city for all the wealth in the world. Here I lay remote from the world, happy, full of grass, listening to the crooning of the birds.

But the mood of inaction and reflection cannot last, even with the lover of Nature. It was time to be up and doing. Much lay before me to be done before the setting of the sun should bring with it, as I fully expected it would, darkness. Before night fell I must build a house, make myself a suit of clothes,

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The Australian (Ogilvie poem)

"The bravest thing God ever made." — A British officer's opinion.

The skies that arched his land were blue,
 * His bush-born winds were warm and sweet,

And yet from earliest hours he knew
 * The tides of victory and defeat;

From fierce floods thundering at his birth,
 * From red droughts ravening while he played,

He learned to fear go foes on earth—
 * "The bravest thing God ever made!"

The bugles of the Motherland
 * Rang ceaselessly across the sea,

To call him and his lean brown band
 * To shape Imperial destiny;

He went, by youth's grave purpose willed,
 * The goal unknown, the cost unweighed

The promise of his blood fulfilled—
 * "The bravest thing God ever made!"

We know—it is our deathless pride!—
 * The splendor of his first fierce blow;

How reckless, glorious, undenied,
 * He stormed those steel-lined cliffs we know!

And none who saw him scale the height
 * Behind his recking bayonet-blade

Would rob him of his title-right—
 * '"The bravest thing God ever made!"

Bravest, where half a world of men
 * Are brave beyond all earth's rewards,

So stoutly none shall charge again
 * Till the last breaking of the swords;

Wounded or hale, won home from war,
 * Or yonder by the Lone Pine laid,

Give him his due for evermore—
 * "'The bravest thing God ever made!"

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Struggle

 * "The Struggle" (1942, "Life is a struggle for peace"), a poem by Edgar A. Guest
 * "Struggle" ("My soul is like the oar that momently"), a poem by Sidney Lanier
 * "The Struggle" (1915, "I have been down in a dark valley"), a poem by Don Marquis

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 * Gosen Wakashū (as contributor)

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 last-mentioned ridge of hills at a point called the Tsugaruzaka the ascent of which is somewhat tedious, though there is a nice view to be had when the top is reached, of Iwakiyama and of the valley in which Hirozaki lies. In the district between Awomori and the Tsugaruzaka the chief product is of course rice, but the cultivation is altogether very scanty. Some of the hills were covered with a coarse-locking medium-sized bush which, seen from a distance bears a certain resemblance to the mulberry-plant, though the leaf is larger. The name given by the Japanese to the plant is Gomagiri, and the bark is employed to make the incense-sticks in common use in Japanese temples. The Sasa or scrub-bamboo, dwarf-oak, and ordinary pine grow everywhere in great profusion. On the other side of the Tsugaruzaka the country opens out into a broad valley in which the villages of Namioka, Fujizaki, and the town of Hirozaki are situated, and which is bounded by the two ranges of hills already mentioned. The scenery loses much of its desolateness, the broad valley full of rice presenting a cheerful contrast to the country already passed through. The valley is watered by the Hiragawa which flows through it from North-East and South-West, and is crossed by the road some two miles from Namioka. The river when we saw it was only about thirty yards wide, but in flood it attains a considerable breadth. The houses in the villages along the road are almost all built of clay with slight wooden frames, but the better class of buildings in the villages and the houses in the towns are ordinary wooden structures, presenting in point of architecture no marked difference to those seen in Yedo and its environs. I should not forget to mention the water-melons, which one sees everywhere growing in the wildest profusion, sometimes trailing up the sides of the houses and almost hiding the roofs altogether from view with their rich luxuriance of foliage, and at other times forming the hedge-row to a garden. All the way from Awomori to Niigata water-melons are grown, and as they are also found in great quantities down south, this plant may be said to be

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 almost as universal a production of Japan as the staple product, rice.

Hirozaki is an old castle-town containing some 30,000 inhabitants. By old castle-town is meant that the town in former days was the residence of a northern Daimio, and possessed a castle. This is now no more. It was burnt down four years ago and the site is now occupied by barracks for the 800 soldiers who are quartered in the town. The stream called the Tsudzubudzugawa intersects Hirozaki.

The towns here in the north are built in a curious style. Though, as I have said, the houses in the towns have no particular peculiarities of architecture to distinguish them from those further south, yet owing to the heavy snow-fall in the winter when the snow attains an average depth of 12 or 13 feet, the roofs of the houses and the verandahs are built very strongly, and these latter are made continuous—each verandah connecting with those of the houses on each side—so that in winter however great the depth of snow the inmates of the houses are able to go in and out of their dwellings with comfort and even to take a certain amount of exercise. As is the case in all mountainous localities, the roof are further protected by large boulders and stones which are placed on them in the usual way.

Hirozaki considered in any way is a very uninteresting place. All old castle-towns in Japan have more or less a dull and dead-alive atmosphere pervading them which has a depressing effect upon a new comer, and Hirozaki is no exception to the rule. Owing to the increasing trade passing through Awomori, Hirozaki has been quite superseded by the former place, and though still a large town, business appears to be almost at a stand still. Very good apples are grown in the neighbourhood, and a kind of green lacquer ware is manufactured, which however, though of some repute in the locality, is held in small estimation at the capital.

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 bullet had torn a hole at the base of the neck. The ground beside him was torn up as if by some small sharp instruments.

The idea occurred to me that I would try my hand at detection. I went into the shelter. There I found a blanket, two freshly flayed bearskins, and a pack, which lay open. I came out again and carefully examined the ground in all directions. Suddenly looking up, I saw November Joe watching me with a kind of grim and covert amusement.

"What are you looking for?" said he.

"The tracks of the murderer."

"You won't find them."

"Why?"

"He did n't make none."

I pointed out the spot where the ground was torn.

"The lumberman that found him—spiked boots," said November.

"How do you know he was not the murderer?"

"He did n't get here till Lyon had been dead for hours. Compare his tracks with Lyon's much fresher. No, Mr. Sport, that cock won't fight."

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 road led as over the crest of a densely wooded hill some 500 feet high, and it was all the ponies could do to carry us up, the path being entirely composed, as is not uncommon in mountain tracks in Japan, of small logs of wood cut to the same size and laid so as to form steps up the hill side. A curious feature of the scenery further on, was that the hills on our left were covered with fine turf, but otherwise destitute of vegetation, with the exception of some dwarf-shrubs scattered here and there, whereas those immediately opposite these, and to the right of us as we went along, were clothed with the densest vegetation from their bases to their summits, chestnuts and a species of elm being chiefly noticeable. Fortunately for our rate of progression our road skirted the sides of the first named hills, and we were thus enabled to push on at a rapid rate. We saw numbers of horses grazing on the hills all round even in the steepest and most precipitous places, and now and again some of these answering to the call of their owners who had come out to collect them would come bounding down the hill sides uttering shrill neighs and indulging in the wildest of gambols. Our own steeds betrayed an intimate acquaintance with the geography of the neighbourhood which could only have been acquired in this way, and shewed at times an evident inclination to join their friends playing in the vicinity.

Of Odaté as of Hirozaki there is little to be said. Like Hirozaki it also possessed a castle once, and was the residence of a Hatamoto, and like that of Hirozaki the castle is no longer in existence. The town holds about 4,000 inhabitants. The principal products of the district are rice and the indigo plant. Curious looking clay ovens were to be seen along the road side as we came from Hirozaki, in which this plant is subjected to some mysterious process before the dye is extracted. Tea has latterly been grown, but not as yet with much success.

We found on arriving at Odaté, that we should have to continue our journey by boat for 13 ri as far as a place called Tsurugata, as the bridges had been all swept away by recent floods, which floods are of common occurrence,

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201 CHARITY'S SECRET. confine yourself to them,” The people about us crowded close to hear.

“Poor cratur! ye’ll find none worse than Mrs. Malone, She’s.afther losin’ her man last spring,”

“Malone, Clincy,, Grew. You know those women?” said Dr. Brettler, to a Dutchman on his knees near him picking out something from under a charred beam.

“Bad enough off, Won't, work. Irish,” muttered the man.

“I have shoes for you,” seeing his feet were bare.

“Ya! I haf got some of mine tools,” holding out. his hands with a grin.

“But you,” I said to the girls, shivering over a burning log. Most of them were holding a baby, with a two- oer dragging at their knees.

“Well, we’re in Smith’s garrets, our folks. But we can get washing. There’s lots worse off than us,”

“But this is beautiful, George!” I cried, as we turned away. ‘‘Not one of these wretches, without, a roof to, cover them, or a whole gar- ment to wear, but has told me of some other poorer than themselves.”

“Yes.”

“I never saw anything like it before. I always heard that you find the finest traits.of human nature among the very poor,” I said, enthusiastically.

George stopped without an ig We were at} the corner of the street.

“What do you propose to do?” I said, eagerly. “I thought I would bring half a dozen families home. They could have our spare chambers, and keep them for a few months,”

George smiled, but, his eyes were full.

“No; remember the two pitchers, Lou. ‘These people have found shelter already, No class is so hospitable as the very poor; they will be more at ease with their own people than with you. Besides——”

“I would be patient, George.” I saw he re- membered certain sharp ways I had with Ann. Iam, I confess, what the negroes call a “hard- bit mistress.”

“Yes; but—— Find these three women, and do what you can for them, and then go. home; I will be there, im. an hour, and. see.what plan will be effectual.”

Searching for the three, I found fifty others. They were kenneled in back-rooms, cellars, attics, in the neighborhood, of bouses which I had passed every day, and which were decent enough outwardly, but within, full of as rank, foul corruption as the whited sepulchres,

I was passed from one to the other eagerly. I found Mrs. Clincy's twins in a shed owned by a gray-haired old woman, and tended by half a dozen others. They were wrapped in old coffee-bags. The other children, who had not the advantage of being twins nor babies, were left to swarm neglected about the kitchen-floor.

“My God!” I thought,,as I took one in my arms, “for anything to be made in Thy image to be born to such an inheritance of misery as this!”

“That’s Fellorar,” exclaimed one woman, “and this is Arrorer. That means the morning, mem. An’ you'll observe she has as blue eyes as the dawn,”

“Where is Mrs. Clincy?”

“Ont beyant, sarching for a room, poor crayture, She’s five forbye these two, God bless ’em. Here’s Miss Ellen; she’s the oldest.”

Ellen, a sharp-chinned girl of fifteen, came in, followed. by Mrs. Cliney, a tall, cheerful, decent-looking woman of fifty.

“Good-morning, Mrs. Breitler,” with a smile, as I named myself. “Yes'm, it’s a hard pull,” as I said something to show her what I felt.

The smile went straight to my heart. Here was a high, beautiful courage.

“Give me that-young un,” said Ellen.

“You handle a baby well, Ellen. Would you like a place as child’s nurse?”

“I’ve got work—I kin pay my board. I want nobody’s help. Here's mother as,does, though,” snapped Ellen, with the unmistakable look of a ‘factory girl.”

I felt as if I had been. struck in the face. However, it was only sturdy independence, I was not cooled.

‘Dear Mrs. Cliney, could, you wrap your babies, up and send them to me for half an hour?” I had a little scheme in my mind.

She assented with a quiet, “Yes, madam.” There was a dignity about the woman that I liked.

A young lady, with a fresh, rosy face, was standing in the door when I turned. She was dressed in Quaker costume, and had a basket on her arm.

“Thee’s going to dress the children?” she said.

“Yes.”

“Let me bring clothes for one. I have lost my little boy, and———” her eyes were full of tears.

“I heard of a woman whose child died last night. It was burned, they told me,” she continued, with a shudder,

“I think she escaped with the corpse, Mrs. Grew, We'll look, for her.” We did look, but could not find either her or

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 "Then, as you seem to know so much, tell me what you do know."

"I know that Lyon reached here in the afternoon of the day before yesterday. He'd been visiting his traps upstream. He had n't been here more'n a few minutes, and was lighting his pipe in the shelter there, when he hears a voice hail him. He comes out and sees a man in a canoe shoved into the bank. That man shot him dead and cleared off—without leaving a trace."

"How can you be sure of all this?" I asked, for not one of these things had occurred to my mind.

"Because I found a pipe of tobacco not rightly lit, but just charred on top, beside Lyon's body, and a newly used match in this shack. The man that killed him come downstream and surprised him."

"How can you tell he came downstream?"

"Because, if he'd come upstream Lyon would 'a' seen him from the shack," said November with admirable patience.

"You say the shot was fired from a canoe?"

"The river's too wide to shoot across; and,

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] During our march from Sourabaya to Samarang, I had been surprised to observe in the market places of several villages, shops where small flat squares of a reddish clay, called by the inhabitants tana ampo, were exposed for sale. At first I imagined that they might be employed for fulling cloths; but I soon observed the inhabitants chewing small quantities of this clay, and they assured me that this was all the use they made of it.

Whilst we were passing through the extensive rice plantations at the foot of the mountains, the natives had frequently pointed out to us, fields of rice upon declivities too steep to be able to retain the water. The rice cultivated in these places was of a species, that does not require an inundated soil to succeed perfectly well; but they only cultivate it in the season when the land is daily drenched with copious rains.

I had already remarked upon several hills in the island of Java, a great number of cocoa-trees which were stripped of their leaves and dead at the root. It had appeared very singular to me to find so great a number within so small a space; but I was at length informed, by several of the inhabitants of the hills situated at a little distance north-west of Samarang, where I saw many cocoa-trees in the same condition, that they had


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Author:Taira no Kanemori

Works

 * Kanemorishū (兼盛集)
 * Kanemorishū (兼盛集)

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 taking place five or six times in the course of a year. The Yonetsurugawa, the river which proves so troublesome, rises in the district of Kadzunogori in Nambu and flows into the sea on the west coast a little below the town of Tsurugata.

The boats or rather canoes used on this river are of two sizes. It was in the smaller kind that we embarked. Their shape is somewhat peculiar, and a description of them may not be out of place. They are flat-bottomed, long and narrow, the length of the one in which we embarked being about 25 feet, while the breadth was only 2$1⁄2$ feet. They lie low in the water, there being hardly a foot of free-board, and the sides are slightly rounded so as to curve inwards. The draught of the smaller boats, such as the one in which we were, I should take to be about six inches. The prow is very long and high, and does not project sharply outwards, as is the case with ordinary Japanese boats, but is continued in a line with the body of the boat in a gradual long curve. The breadth of these canoes is the same all over, except at the bows where they become slightly narrower. They are worked by two boatmen. One of these stands in the stern of the bout and steers with a long paddle; the other either sits in the bow and rows with a very unwieldy paddle fixed in rowlocks made of rope, or else stands up with a pole to ward the canoe off from the rocks and keep it well into the stream. The canoes seem on the whole adapted to the locality and are managed with great skill when shooting the small rapids which occur here and there on the river.

Swinging down with the current at some six miles an hour, we passed through a beautifully undulating country, the scenery being very pretty at times and very picturesque all along. There is a fine view about twelve miles above the village of Tsurugata. Here the hills on each bank rise to a height of 300 or 400 feet, and the stream gradually grows narrower and narrower until at last making a sharp turn to the right it dashes into a steep gorge. From the boat, as it is whirled down amidst the

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Author:Robert Herrick

 * Robert Herrick (1591–1674), English poet
 * Robert Welch Herrick (1868–1938), American realist novelist

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Novels

 * Together (1908)

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202 CHARITY'S SECRET. Mrs. Malone. They followed me home, how- ever, Mrs. Grew coming last:

«Your boy died last night?” I said. I-could Hot express my pity in words, I ‘only put ty liand on hers. If it ‘had been my Charley who had died, and IT tured out if’ the homeless night, with him @ead in my arms!

She was a weak, rabbit-faced looking woman.

“He wasn’t dead when the fire broke out, mem; but he was a-dyin’.” '

“You found shelter before he died?”

“Yes’m,” with a sob.

“He is dead now?” trying to find what actual aid was needed. .

‘*N—not just to say dead, mem, but a-dyin’.”

Ann and I did what we could, of course. There was not a garment or utensil that the house or we could spare which would not be needed. We wound up the morning’s work with the twins, thoroughly washing them until the crust of dirt came off of their soft little limbs.

Mrs. Reid, the young Quakeress, came and dressed one of them, and I arranged “ Aurora” in a suit which Charley had outgrown, fiaish- ing by inducting them each into a couple of dainty little cloaks and hoods which had been given to him. When they were dressed, they were, in reality, very pretty little babes, with wide, blue eyes, and rings of curly, golden hair. Ellen carried them off with » sniff of half-con- tempt. Besides Charley’s old garments, Mrs. Reid brought baby-clothes enough to last them a year.

Dr. Brettler came in the midst of our labors.

“What have you done, George?”

He pulled out a paper. ‘Here is a list of the families who were burned out, their occu- pation, and number of children. TI got’ it from the landlords. They are all here; so this will effectiially prevent imposture.”

“Imposture? Oh, George!”

“About half of the men were mechanics, you see-shoemakers, carpenters, carvers, who have lost their tools. They might almost as well have lost their hands. The women were mostly laundresses, who went out for day's washing. About half of them are Germans; the Germans always help each other. All I had to do was to mention the matter to one or two men of means in the ward, and a meeting was called for tonight, at Beickler's Hall. You will find that enough will be contributed there to furnish the men with tools, and pay the rent for two or three months for all of the families."

"But that would not be your doing, George?"

"Of course not, Louisa. What have I to give that would be of any substantial benefit? Besides, what matters it, so their need is relieved?"

I was disappointed, although I could scarcely say how. I had been used to hear the boundless expression of gratitude of the two or three old women who lived by charity in my native town, when my mother, or any of the elder's wives visited them with aid, they being professors in the same church. I had had a vague idea all day of George playing the part of a Providence to this suffering multitude, and receiving their life -long homage and affection. Here were all my dreams resolved into a committee of Dutchmen.

"But they are naked, literally, " I urged. " They have no beds to sleep on, not a pot to cook with, or knife or fork, if they had any. thing to eat or cook."

"That must be your business, Louisa. "

"Mine?" My spirits rose instantly. It was I who was to be the helper to this miserable people!

He drew out the evening paper, and there was a short, forcible description of the destitution caused by the fire, stating at the close that contributions for the sufferers would be received street-our own and distributed at No. — ——house.

"But who knows us in Philadelphia?" I exclaimed. Who is going to make us their almoners?"

Dr. Brettler colored. " My opinion of human nature is different from yours, Lou. You will The have contributions more than enough. trouble with those who have money is, that they give too much, not too little, without proper investigation."

"Yet, after all, we are only agents," I thought; but I said nothing.

That evening passed quietly, a few packages only being left at the door. Two or three per sons who brought them came in, and talked for a few moments.

"I came at once," said one man, an educated mechanics, I thought. “A penny today is worth a dollar tomorrow, in a case like this.”

The packages consisted of bedding, clothes, and small sums of money.

“Take them into the parlor, Ann,” said Dr. Brettler.

“George, the carpet!’ Those people will be here in droves tomorrow, and there are many little trifles which I should not like to be stolen— nor would you.”

“Nor should I. But don't remove them. Let them see you trust them, and you will have nothing stolen.”

I may add just here that George was right. During the week that followed, in which our

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 strong eddies of the current, the view of the hills overhead, shaded as they are by dark pines and cryptomerias, is very grand.

From Suyama close to Tsurugata, where we landed, on to Kado the country is beautiful. Large tracts of rich meadow-land, varied here and there by small bits of lightly wooded country, extend down to the sea on the one hand and as far as the hills on the other. In these meadows wild boars, so our guides said, are frequently to be met with even in the day time. Beyond Kado the country becomes more cultivated; the villages are more numerous and more thickly populated, and the houses composing them differ from those further North in not being mere clay structures but built of wood in the usual style. Near this latter place we saw the ordinary bamboo for the first time, not growing wild but carefully cultivated in a hedgerow along with other trees. Shortly after leaving Kado an extensive lagoon, about 15 miles long by five broad, as far as we could roughly estimate it, and connected with the sea by an arm so narrow that the first impression formed by the traveller of it is that it is an isolated piece of water, comes into view on the right. Near the outlet to the ocean, as if specially stationed there to guard the entrance, are two high bills called respectively Honzan and Shinzan, or old and new mountain, the latter being the name of the higher of the two. As we proceeded further the meadow land gave way entirely to cultivation. The uri or small melon seemed to be the chief production of the district, and those we saw were much larger than those grown near Yedo.

A nice view of Kubota, the capital of the Akita prefecture, is obtained a short distance from the town which is situated in an extensive valley at the foot of Taiheisan, a mountain of some 4,000 feet, and on the river Omogawa. This river has its source at Iwasaki and flows into the sea on the west coast near Kubôta. Kubôta has a population of 60,000 inhabitants, and though, like Hirozaki, an old castle-town, has considerably more life in it than the latter place. The houses though built like those at Hirozaki

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 have a more finished appearance, the streetstreets [sic] are wider and better kept and there are some good shops and fine large tea-houses in the town. Jinrikishas ply to and fro, the roads, however, being too bad to admit of their being used outside of the suburbs, the streets are thronged with a busy crowd, and there is every sign of a brisk trade being carried on. The Meibutsu of Kubôta are Tsumugi, a silken fabric much used in making hakama and kimono, and the pattern of which is usually black and yellow in stripes, white Chijimi, a species of crape with raised woof which fetches a high price at Yedo, and Karakami—the sliding-doors of Japanese houses.

Near Kubota we saw large tracts of woodland fenced in, and at certain spots in the wide enclosures thus formed were fixed posts notifying that the land in question belonged to the Kaitakushi or Agricultural Department. It is gratifying to see that the Japanese Government are at length disposed to turn their attention a little nearer home, and perceive that Yezo is not the only place where the influence of the Kaitakushi may be exercised to advantage; for certainly there is in the northern districts of the main island great room for improvement, and owing to the more genial accessories of position and climate the labours of the Colonization Department in this direction, where such a large field for agricultural experiments is open to them, would, it is presumable, be far more likely to be attended with success than in a country with the Siberian climate of northern Yezo—where millions of dollars have been expended—with what result is only too well known.

Hitherto all the way from Awomori to Kubota and on as far as Murakami we found that a knowledge of the language as spoken at Yedo and the neighbourhood of the capital was of very little use when speaking to the country people, though of course officials both in towns and villages can invariably speak the Yedo dialect. The dialects vary in every town to a certain extent. Near Awomori the Nambu dialect is the one in common use. Owing, however, to the yearly emigration of the country

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 tirely, quoth my uncle Toby—I am pretty much of your opinion, brother Toby, said my father.

Poor St. Maxima! said my uncle Toby low to herself, as we turn'd from her tomb: She was one of the fairest and most beautiful ladies either of Italy or France, continued the sacristan—But who the duce has got lain down here, besides her, quoth my father, pointing with his cane to a large tomb as we walked on—It is Saint Optat, Sir, answered the sacristan—And properly is Saint Optat plac'd! said my father: And what is Saint Optat's story? continued he. Saint Optat, replied the sacristan, was a bishop


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 people before alluded to, a medley of many different dialects is the result, which to a traveller is utterly incomprehensible. The harsh language of Kaga, the dialects of Nambu with its peculiarities of intonation, expression and pronunciation, the nasal twang which distinguishes the dialects spoken near Hirosaki, and in the old provinces of Aidzu—combined with the hard and clipped language of Hakodate, in itself a compound of many dialects, when jumbled up together combine to produce a jargon the disagreable effect of which on the ear of a stranger may readily be imagined. As an instance of the local peculiarities of dialect which fell under our notice I may state that we met with no less than five different expressions for the common word “Yes” namely Hé, Hai, Né, Na, and Chi. By this alone some idea may be found of the difficulties which stand in the way of a traveller understanding and being understood by the people with whom he is thrown into communication.

The coast line from Hirazawa on loses much of the dreary desolateness noticeable between Kubota and Hirazawa. Hitherto the coast has extended in a straight unbroken line varied by no indentations or bays, while endless sand, and nothing but sand, has reigned uninterrupted everywhere. Here, however, the monotony is broken by several tiny bays, the entrances to which are almost concealed by high fierce-looking rocks which bar the passage to all but small fishing boats, and on the shores of which stand little fishing villages, whose inhabitants were actively engaged when we passed by in the ordinary pursuits of a fishing population. The character of the country too softens and improves. The hills run down close to the water’s edge. Wild lilies of a bright orange colour, harebells and wild pinks grow in great profusion, and little hillocks rich in trees and shrubs are dotted all over the rice-fields. Such is the country between Shokoshi and Kosagawa.

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 I thought so, by heaven! cried my father, interrupting him—Saint Optat!—how should Saint Optat fail? so snatching out his pocket-book, and the young Benedictine holding him the torch as he wrote, he set it down as a new prop to his system of christian names, and I will be bold to say, so disinterested was he in the search of truth, that had he found a treasure in St. Optat's tomb, it would not have made him half so rich: 'Twas as successful a short visit as ever was paid to the dead; and so highly was his fancy pleas'd with all that had passed in it,—that he determined at once to stay another day in Auxerre.

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 that visit, brother Shandy, quoth my uncle Toby—the corporal and I will mount the ramparts.

this is the most puzzled skein of all—for in this last chapter, as far at least as it has help'd me through Auxerre, I have been getting forwards in two different journies together, and with the same dash of the pen—for I have got entirely out of Auxerre in this journey which I am writing now, and I am got half way out of Auxerre in that which I shall write hereafter—There is but a certain degree of perfection in every thing; and by pushing at something beyond that, I have brought myself into such a situation, as


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 Army Ground Group

The exposure of Army equipment was a mission of Commander, Army Ground Group. Under his command were engineer, signal, ordnance, chemical warfare, quartermaster, and air units. Personnel from these units were berthed on USS Wharton (AP-7). They exposed a wide variety of equipment on both tests ranging from ammunition, radar, trucks, petroleum, and tanks; to field stoves, clothing, and medical equipment. Figure 14 shows armored vehicles and other equipment on board USS Saratoga (CV-3) before the test. While most equipment was positioned on board the target vessels, some was placed on nearby islands of Bikini Atoll to provide a better range of effects. Members of the Army Ground Group were evacuated from the Bikini Lagoon on Wharton the day before each test and planned to return the afternoon of each test day. Inspection of equipment after ABLE began on 2 July and was completed by 12 July. The heavy concentration of radioactivity in the lagoon after BAKER slowed inspection efforts. Inspections were not begun until 30 July and were not completed until 10 August. Items on USS Nevada (BB-36) and the concrete drydock, ARDC-13, remained too contaminated to be inspected. The drydock was finally scuttled with all equipment.

Engineer equipment was exposed on three attack transports (APAs). Signal equipment was exposed aboard ships and on nearby islands. Several different items of ordnance equipment were on the decks of four target battleships and on four tank landing ships and one oil barge. Chemical equipment was exposed

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 faces, if it will tackle the work of organization on a sensible basis and turn its back on all those excesses which the old regime and threat of intervention naturally called out, then through these economic relations the bolsheviks will adopt many institutions of the former regime, perhaps pervaded by a changed spirit; they will take over the whole construction of the old social order which will of course be so changed in its character and spirit that it would deserve the name of new regime compared with the old. I have no doubt that the intervention policy meant a policy of the old regime, while the triumph of the present policy will mean new regime.

The ministry of foreign affairs endeavored constantly to carry on policies of the new regime and would consider it radical mistake, in fact under present conditions extremely dangerous, for the Czechoslovak state to carry on policies of the old regime.

I believe that the bolsheviks will not find the solution to the Russian problem, that for lack of efficient workers they will be unable to organize the state properly and make it what they dream of making out of it. I believe that, their government will fall, because they also committed mistakes and even crimes and above all because they will be unequal to the tremendous task which the reconstruction of Russia means.

One more question we must face. We talk of future Russia and of future Slav policy, but we do not ask, whether future Russia will be so far advanced as to desire co-operation. It is for us so to shape our politics that Russia will desire to work with us in a Slav policy. Old Russia had a leaning toward Germany; now we do not know what sort of Germany will new Germany be. Former efforts at the rapprochement of Austria and Russia meant in reality the rapprochement of Russia and Germany. We must act so that the Russia of new regime will want to go with us in a policy of peace. A responsible minister cannot be blind to the possibility that the future Russia, unless it is governed by the new regime, may want to go with Germany against Poland regardless of us, especially should Poland commit great mistakes in its policy towards Russia. What would we do then? This is an eventuality with which we must reckon.

To resume: I have sketched a special conception of the Russian problem, of the problem of Slav statesmanship, of our entire national policy. I contrasted the old regime with the new regime. I believe that the world catastrophe called into being much that is new, a whole new generation. I belong to this new generation and will defend its policies. Ever and ever again my spirit soars back to the one corner of the earth where I spent perhaps the most beatiful week of my life. But let no one imagine that I am speaking of a happy first love or anything of that kind. The joys which fell to my lot there proceeded only from charms of nature which I had never before beheld. You may perhaps smile and class me in your mind as one of those morbid enthusiasts for nature who are always raving about it in that hackneyed and bombastic manner, with which Berlin book-keepers on their holidays spoil their fellow-travellers’ enjoyment of the finest views in the mountains. But I assure you that the region of which I am speaking really inspired me with a fervid love, and that perhaps I am only unfortunate in the choice of words with which to express this sentiment of mine.

Imagine that you suddenly stepped from a European apartment, furnished even in the most splendid style, into a magnificent Eastern room where every object would astonish you by its unusual form, differing with poetic boldness from the sober patterns of the West, or surprising at least because of the unusual radiance and peculiar grouping of colours, where a magical lustre would heighten the fairy-like impression of the whole, where a wonderfully sweet music of unknown and hidden instruments and a delicate blending of unfamiliar fragrances would intoxicate your senses, where your heated imagination would paint the magical figures of oriental poetry behind every curtain. Such was my state of mind when, after traveling for several days by rail and ship, I suddenly found myself in the midst of that distant region where the greenish waves of the sea with their metallic glitter flung their white foam at my feet with a medley of many-coloured and gracefully shaped shells, where I was surrounded by mountains which lifted their peaks higher and higher even far beyond the limit of eternal snow, where I saw forests of an unusual kind animated by the alert movements of strange animals, where the rich plant-life captivated me with the beauty and vividness of its colours, and intoxicated me with the strength of its delightful fragrance, and where even natural objects, familiar to me from my home, assumed a new and more magnificent aspect in the brilliant illumination of the southern sun.

If you have in your hands a map of Russian Empire, search at the southern border of the Black Sea for the name Novorossijsk. The black spot beside it has a very sober appearance upon the map.


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Siege of Medina

But they would not fit, and it worried me.hitherto, Medina had been had been an obsession for us all; but now that I was ill, its image was not clear, whether it was that we were near to it (one seldom liked the attainable, or whether it was that my eyes were misty with too constant staring at the butt. One afternoon I woke from a hot sleep, running with sweat and pricking with flies, and wondered what on earth was the good of Medina to us? Its harmfulness had been patent When we were at Yenbo and the Turks in it were going to Mecca: but we had changed all that by our march to Wejh. To-day we were blockading the railway, and they only defending it. The garrison of Medina, reduced to an inoffensive size, were sitting in trenches, destroying their own power of movement by eating the transport they could nolonger feed. We had taken away their power to harm us, and Yet wanted to take away their town. It was not a base for us like Wejh, nor a threat like Wadi Ais. What on earth did we want it for?

The camp was bestirring itself after the torpor of the midday hours; and noises from the world outside began to filter in to me past the yellow lining of the tent-canvas, whose every hole and tear was stabbed through by a long dagger of sunlight. I heard the stamping and snorting of the horses plagued with flies where they stood in the shadow of the trees, the complaint of camels, the ringing of coffee mortars, distant shots. To their burden I began to drum out the aim in war. The books gave it pat—the destruction of the armed forces of the enemy by the one process—battle. Victory could be purchased only by blood. This was a hard saying for us. As the Arabs had no organised forces, a Turkish Foch would have no aim? The Arabs would not endure casualties. How would our Clausewitz buy his victory? Von der Goltz had seemed to go, saying it was necessary not to annihilate the enemy, but to break his courage.Only , we showed no prospect of ever breaking anybody’s courage. However, Goltz was a humbug, and these wise men must be talking metaphors ; for we were indubitably winning our war; and as I pondered, slosly lowly it dawned on me that we had won the Hejaz wat. Out of every thousand square miles of Hejaz nine hundred and ninety-nine were now free. Did my provoked jape at Vickery, that rebellion was more like peace than like war, hold as much truth as haste? Perhaps in war the absolute did rule, but for peace a majority 168


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 no traveller ever stood before me; for I am this moment walking across the market-place of Auxerre with my father and my uncle Toby, in our way back to dinnerand I am this moment also entering Lyons with my post-chaise broke into a thousand pieces—and I am moreover this moment in a handsome pavillion built by Pringello, upon the banks of the Garonne, which Mons. Sligniac has lent me, and where I now sit rhapsodizing all these affairs.

Let me collect myself, and pursue my journey.


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192Rh conformed very closely to the maxims of Chuang-Tze. The result has been that the population has been happy except where civil war brought misery; that subject nations have been allowed autonomy; and that foreign nations have had no need to fear China, in spite of its immense population and resources.

Comparing the civilization of China with that of Europe, one finds in China most of what was to be found in Greece, but nothing of the other two elements of our civilization, namely Judaism and science. China is practically destitute of religion, not only in the upper classes, but throughout the population. There is a very definite ethical code, but it is not fierce or persecuting, and does not contain the notion "sin." Except quite recently, through European influence, there has been no science and no industrialism.

What will be the outcome of the contact of this ancient civilization with the West? I am not thinking of the political or economic outcome, but of the effect on the Chinese mental outlook. It is difficult to dissociate the two questions altogether, because of course the cultural contact with the West must be affected by the nature of the political and economic contact. Nevertheless, I wish to consider the cultural question as far as I can in isolation.

There is, in China, a great eagerness to acquire Western learning, not simply in order to acquire national strength and be able to resist Western aggression, but because a very large number of people consider learning a good thing in itself. It is traditional in China to place a high value on knowledge, but in old days the knowledge sought was only of the classical literature. Nowadays it is generally realized that Western knowledge is more useful.


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193Rh Many students go every year to universities in Europe, and still more to America, to learn science or economics or law or political theory. These men, when they return to China, mostly become teachers or civil servants or journalists or politicians. They are rapidly modernizing the Chinese outlook, especially in the educated classes.

The traditional civilization of China had become unprogressive, and had ceased to produce much of value in the way of art and literature. This was not due, I think, to any decadence in the race, but merely to lack of new material. The influx of Western knowledge provides just the stimulus that was needed. Chinese students are able and extraordinarily keen. Higher education suffers from lack of funds and absence of libraries, but does not suffer from any lack of the finest human material. Although Chinese civilization has hitherto been deficient in science, it never contained anything hostile to science, and therefore the spread of scientific knowledge encounters no such obstacles as the Church put in its way in Europe. I have no doubt that if the Chinese could get a stable government and sufficient funds, they would, within the next thirty years, begin to produce remarkable work in science. It is quite likely that they might outstrip us, because they come with fresh zest and with all the ardour of a renaissance. In fact, the enthusiasm for learning in Young China reminds one constantly of the renaissance spirit in fifteenth-century Italy.

It is very remarkable, as distinguishing the Chinese from the Japanese, that the things they wish to learn from us are not those that bring wealth or military strength, but rather those that have either an ethical and social value, or a purely intellectual interest.


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 the street, and as many households as helpless as the one whose guest I was all about us. The thought: how were they ever to be got out? made my blood run cold as I saw the flames creeping up the wall, and my first impulse was to bolt for the street and shout for help. The next was to smother the fire myself, and I did, with a vast deal of trouble. Afterward, when I came down to the street I told a friendly policeman of my trouble. For some reason he thought it rather a good joke, and laughed immoderately at my concern lest even then sparks should be burrowing in the rotten wall that might yet break out in flame and destroy the house with all that were in it. He told me why, when he found time to draw breath. "Why, don't you know," he said, "that house is the Dirty Spoon? It caught fire six times last winter, but it wouldn't burn. The dirt was so thick on the walls, it smothered the fire!" Which, if true, shows that water and dirt, not usually held to be harmonious elements, work together for the good of those who insure houses.

Sunless and joyless though it be, Blind Man's Alley has that which its compeers of the slums vainly yearn for. It has a pay-day. Once a year sunlight shines into the lives of its forlorn crew, past and present. In June, when the Superintendent of Out-door Poor distributes the twenty thousand dollars annually allowed the poor blind by the city, in half-hearted recognition of its failure to otherwise provide for them, Blindman's Alley takes a day off and goes to "see" Mr. Blake. That night it is noisy with unwonted merriment. There is scraping of squeaky fiddles in the dark rooms, and cracked old voices sing long-forgotten songs. Even the blind landlord rejoices, for much of the money goes into his coffers.

From their perch up among the rafters Mrs. Gallagher's

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194Rh They are not by any means uncritical of our civilization. Some of them told me that they were less critical before 1914, but that the war made them think there must be imperfections in the Western manner of life. The habit of looking to the West for wisdom was, however, very strong, and some of the younger ones thought that Bolshevism could give what they were looking for. That hope also must be suffering disappointment, and before long they will realize that they must work out their own salvation by means of a new synthesis. The Japanese adopted our faults and kept their own, but it is possible to hope that the Chinese will make the opposite selection, keeping their own merits and adopting ours.

The distinctive merit of our civilization, I should say, is the scientific method; the distinctive merit of the Chinese is a just conception of the ends of life. It is these two that one must hope to see gradually uniting.

Lao-Tze describes the operation of Tao as "production without possession, action without self-assertion, development without domination." I think one could derive from these words a conception of the ends of life as reflective Chinese see them, and it must be admitted that they are very different from the ends which most white men set before themselves. Possession, self-assertion, domination, are eagerly sought, both nationally and individually. They have been erected into a philosophy by Nietzsche, and Nietzsche's disciples are not confined to Germany.

But, it will be said, you have been comparing Western practice with Chinese theory; if you had compared Western theory with Chinese practice, the balance would have come out quite differently. There is, of course, a great deal of truth in this.


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 blind boarders might bear, did they listen, the tramp of the policeman always on duty in Gotham Court, half a stone's throw away. His beat, though it takes in but a small portion of a single block, is quite as lively as most larger patrol rounds. A double row of five-story tenements, back to back under a common roof, extending back from the street two hundred and thirty-four feet, with barred openings in the dividing wall, so that the tenants may see but cannot get at each other from the stairs, makes the "court." Alleys—one wider by a couple of feet than the other, whence the distinction Single and Double Alley—skirt the barracks on either side. Such, briefly, is the tenement that has challenged public attention more than any other in the whole city and tested the power of sanitary law and rule for forty years. The name of the pile is not down in the City Directory, but in the public records it holds an unenviable place. It was here the mortality rose during the last great cholera epidemic to the unprecedented rate of 195 in 1,000 inhabitants. In its worst days a full thousand could not be packed into the court, though the number did probably not fall far short of it. Even now, under the management of men of conscience, and an agent, a King's Daughter, whose practical energy, kindliness and good sense have done much to redeem its foul reputation, the swarms it shelters would make more than one fair-sized country village. The mixed character of the population, by this time about equally divided between the Celtic and the Italian stock, accounts for the iron bars and the policeman. It was an eminently Irish suggestion that the latter was to be credited to the presence of two German families in the court, who "made trouble all the time." A Chinaman whom I questioned as he hurried past the iron gate of the alley, put the mat-

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 ter in a different light. "Lem Ilish velly bad," he said. Gotham Court has been the entering wedge for the Italian element, who until recently had not attained a foothold in the Fourth Ward, but are now trailing across Chatham Street from their stronghold in "the Bend" in ever increasing numbers, seeking, according to their wont, the lowest level.

It is curious to find that this notorious block, whose name was so long synonymous with all that was desperately bad, was originally built (in 1851) by a benevolent Quaker for the express purpose of rescuing the poor people from the dreadful rookeries they were then living in. How long it continued a model tenement is not on record. It could not have been very long, for already in 1862, ten years after it was finished, a sanitary official counted 146 cases of sickness in the court, including "all kinds of infectious disease," from small-pox down, and reported that of 138 children born in it in less than three years 61 had died, mostly before they were one year old. Seven years later the inspector of the district reported to the Board of Health that "nearly ten per cent. of the population is sent to the public hospitals each year." When the alley was finally taken in hand by the authorities, and, as a first step toward its reclamation, the entire population was driven out by the police, experience dictated, as one of the first improvements to be made, the putting in of a kind of sewer-grating, so constructed, as the official report patiently puts it, "as to prevent the ingress of persons disposed to make a hiding-place" of the sewer and the cellars into which they opened. The fact was that the big vaulted sewers had long been a runway for thieves—the Swamp Angels—who through them easily escaped when chased by the police, as well as a storehouse

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