But, while Will and Percy held the gunwale of their boat close to that of the half sunken one, the girls carefully crawled out and soon, rather wet, considerably dismayed, but, withal, calmer than might have been expected, the quartette was safe in the larger craft.


"And it's a good thing I heard them hollering, and got the boat ready," said the well dressed lad, whose attire was now rather disheveled from the haste of rowing. "That's right, Percy. I'll give you credit for that." "Oh, do hurry, boys!" cried Mollie. "We'll be under in another minute." "Coming!" cried Will. "Pull harder, Percy!" "I can't!"


For it was no easy task to disembark from one craft to the other, especially with one nearly submerged.


"Oh, Grace Ford! You'll never be able to walk in those shoes! Girls, just look at those French heels!" It was Amy who spoke. "They're not French!" declared Grace, driven to self defense. "They're a modified Cuban."


"Oh, let them come," pleaded Betty. "Then go get Percy," urged Grace.


CHAPTER IX OFF ON THE TOUR "How do we look?" "Don't you think these skirts are too short?"


A little later a small boy, who had been playing horse in front of his house, scuttled back toward the kitchen, crying out: "Ma  ma!


"Me tan shoot bears to morrow," said Paul, philosophically. "Where is tandy?" With him evidently the prospect of present enjoyment was preferable to the future possibility of becoming a great hunter.


"Eight miles to Hamptown, and ten to Denby," read Amy. "Girls, where is Rockford?" Anxiously they stared at the sign. "It doesn't seem to say anything about Rockford," murmured Grace. "Maybe someone has moved our town," suggested Mollie, humorously.


She passed this over to Mollie, and proceeded to make another. "It's delicious!" cried the French girl, as she tasted it, cream and sugar having been added. "Oh, isn't this just lovely!" "Perfect," murmured Grace. "I wouldn't have missed this for anything!"


They passed farm houses, in the kitchen doors of which appeared the women and girls of the household, standing with rolled up sleeves, arms akimbo, looking with no small wonder at the four travelers. There were comments, too, not always inaudible.


Indeed, a more auspicious start  barring the little delay caused by the twins  could not have been provided. The day was one of those balmy ones in June, when it is neither too hot nor too blowy, when the breeze seems fairly laden with the sweet scent of flowers, and the lazy hum of bees mingles with the call of birds.


They had proceeded a mile or so, and the way was not so pleasant now, for the road was sandy, when they came to a fork of the highway. A time worn sign post bore letters that could scarcely be made out, and, though they had a road map, the girls were not quite sure which way to take to get to Rockford.


Again coming to a dividing of the ways, they saw a new sign board, put up by a local automobile organization. "Eight miles to Hamptown, and ten to Denby," read Amy. "Girls, where is Rockford?" Anxiously they stared at the sign.


We want this to be an enjoyment, not a task, even if we are a regular club." So perfect was the day, and in such good spirits were the girls, that even the simplest sights and happenings along the highway brought forth pleased comments.


"This looks to be a perfect place for our picnic," said Betty, as, on passing a farm, they saw the plow horses unhitched and led under a tree to partake of their hay and oats. "It must be noon by that sign," went on the Little Captain, confirming her guess by a glance at her watch.


The sight of a cow placidly chewing her cud in a meadow, the patient creature standing knee deep amid the buttercups, was a picture they all admired, Mollie carried a little camera, and insisted on snapping the bovine, though the other girls urged her to save some films with which to take their own pictures.


"Grace!" exclaimed Betty. "Aunt Sallie would be worried to death if we didn't come, after she expected us." "Then we must send her word. I can't go another step." They all paused irresolutely. They were in front of a big white house  a typical country home. Betty glanced toward it.


"Girls, we're never going to make it in time!" exclaimed Grace as the sky darkened. "We must see if we can't stop at one of these houses over night," and she pointed to a little hamlet they were approaching.


Silently and unconcernedly, the snub nosed boy led them on. Finally he came to his own home, and rather ungallantly, did not offer to go farther. "You jest keep on for about half a mile," he said, "an' you'll come to a cross road." "I hope it isn't too cross," murmured Grace, with a grave face.


"That will only make him worse! Come back here, Nero!" "Run, girls! Run!" begged Amy. "He'll tear us to pieces!"


The sun seemed to sink with surprising rapidity after getting to a certain point in the western sky. "It's dropping faster and faster all the while!" cried Amy, as they watched it from a crest of the road.


Dogs, even the most savage, seldom come to a direct attack unless their prospective victim shows fear. Then, like a horse that takes advantage of a timid driver, the creature advances boldly to the attack.


Betty, with her eyes, questioned her chums. They nodded an assent. Really they were entitled to something it seemed after the unwarranted attack of the dog.


"Rockford?" "Yes, my aunt lives there."


"Then perhaps we'd better not stop for supper," said Mollie. "Your aunt might be worrying, Betty, and  " "We'll telephone her!" exclaimed the farmer. "I've got a 'phone  lots of us have around here  and I can let her know all about it. Or you can talk to her yourself," he added. So it was arranged; and soon Betty was talking to her anxious relative over the wire.


exclaimed Mollie, as they bowled along over the smooth road, under a young moon that silvered the earth, "this is better than walking!" "I should say so," agreed Grace, whose shoes hurt her more than she cared to admit. "You are both traitors to the Club!" exclaimed Betty.


First she stood tentatively, flexing her knees and testing her weight. Then, stepping boldly out into a clear space, she began to do a high kicking acrobatic dance; and went on doing it as effortlessly and as rhythmically as though she were on an Earthly stage.


However, every ounce of her one hundred fifteen pounds was exactly where it should have been.


You never even thought of dowsing, did you?" "Dowsing? Oh, that witch stuff. Of course not."


But _something_ down there was pulling like a tractor, so he went. He didn't go to his cabin; didn't even take off his side arm. He didn't even think of it; the .41 automatic at his hip was as much a part of his uniform as his pants.


Three ... Two ... One ... Lift!"


No message of distress or call for help had ever been received. No single survivor had ever been found; nor any piece of wreckage. And on the Great Wheel of Fate the _Procyon_'s number came up.


She was white and trembling; she was very evidently on the verge of being violently sick; but she was far from being out of control. "Can do, sir."


Before he could get the gun into working position she was out of her pajamas  the fact that she had been wondering visibly what it was all about had done nothing whatever to cut down her speed. A flood of thick, creamy foam almost hid her from sight and Deston began to talk  quietly.


Deston grinned ruefully. "That makes you the director. You'll have to tell us, in general terms, what to do." "Oh? I can offer a few suggestions. It is virtually certain: One, that no subspace equipment will function.


Two, that all normal space equipment, except for some items you know about, will function normally. Three, that we can't do anything about subspace without landing on a planet.


Starships were designed by humanity's best brains; carried every safety device those brains could devise.


Inside, however, devastation had gone deep into the Middle. Bulkheads, walls, floors, structural members; were torn, sheared, twisted into weirdly distorted shapes impossible to understand or explain.


"My wife and I." Second Officer Theodore "Hercules" Jones was somewhat embarrassed. "I got married, too, day before yesterday. After the way the old man chewed you out, though, I knew he'd slap irons on me without saying a word, so we kept it dark and hid out in Baby Three.


"Good girl, sweetheart. Hang on one minute more and we'll have gravity and you'll be O. K." The first five doors he tried were locked; and, since they were made of armor plate, there was nothing he could do about them except give each one a resounding kick with a heavy steel boot.


And out in the corridor: "Come on, girl  sprint!" He put his arm under hers and urged her along.


"Why, I did the foulest things possible, and as hard as I possibly could. I'm _sure_ I killed him."


Newman sneered into the hard held face so close to his and said: "And don't think for a second _you_ can make me crawl, you small time, chiseling punk. Rub _me_ out after we kill them off and you get nowhere. You're dead. Chew on that a while, and you'll know who's boss."


"Especially against a man mountain like that. I'm that good. Really," and both Joneses began to realize what Deston already knew  just how deadly those harmless seeming weapons could be. Barbara went on: "We should have a signal, in case one of us gets warning first.


The starship, now a mere spaceship, was on course at one gravity. The lifecraft were in their slots, but the five and the four still lived in them rather than in the vast and oppressive emptiness that the ship itself now was. And socially, outside of working hours, the two groups did not mix.


"_Blockhead_!" Deston slapped himself on the forehead. "I never even _thought_ of that angle. That nails it down solid."


Moose Mordan was big and strong; and, for such a big man, was fairly fast physically. If he had had time to get his muscles ready, he might have had a chance. His thought processes, however, were lamentably slow; and Barbara Warner Deston was almost as fast physically as she was mentally.


Heavier grease than your lousy spig Syndicate ever even _heard_ of! I'm as good an astrogator as Jones is, and a damn sight better engineer. In electronics I maybe ain't got the theory Pretty Boy has, but at building and repairing the stuff I've forgot more than he ever will know.


That takes us to the third form of war commercial: the last, and, the one which all the rest is founded on. We have spoken first of the war of rival nations; next of that of rival firms: we have now to speak of rival men.


Even with labour so misdirected as it is at present, an equitable distribution of the wealth we have would make all people comparatively comfortable; but that is nothing to the wealth we might have if labour were not misdirected.


For what I want you to understand is this: that in every civilized country at least there is plenty for all—is, or at any rate might be.


War or competition, whichever you please to call it, means at the best pursuing your own advantage at the cost of some one else's loss, and in the process of it you must not be sparing of destruction even of your own possessions, or you will certainly come by the worse in the struggle.


I say it is almost incredible that we should bear such crass stupidity as this; nor should we if we could help it.


Too often he has been so foiled in their pursuit that he has turned longing eyes backward to the days before civilization, when man's sole business was getting himself food from day to day, and hope was dormant in him, or at least could not be expressed by him.


All this we have to teach people, when we have taught ourselves; and I admit that the work is long and burdensome; as I began by saying, people have been made so timorous of change by the terror of starvation that even the unluckiest of them are stolid and hard to move.


Those benefited by the transaction presently become eager shareholders in a commercial speculation, and if they are working men, as they often are, they are also capitalists.


But as the power of production increased, owing to better methods of working, and as the country got to be more settled, their task work became easier of performance and their own land more productive to them; and that tendency to the definition and differentiation of rights, moreover, was at work for their benefit, and the custom of the manor defined what their services were, and they began to acquire rights.


I have said that the eighteenth century perfected the system of labour which took the place of the mediæval system, under which a workman individually carried his piece of work all through its various stages from the first to the last.


But the times were stirring, and gave birth to the most powerful individualities in many branches of literature, and More and Campanella, at least from the midst of the exuberant triumph of young commercialism, gave to the world prophetic hopes of times yet to come when that commercialism itself should have given place to the society which we hope will be the next transform of civilization into something else; into a new social life.


So that even if those unforeseen economical events above spoken of were to happen, and put off for a while the end of our Capitalist system, the latter would drag itself along as an anomaly cursed by all, a mere clog on the aspirations of humanity.


Need I dwell on the fact that, under these circumstances, the invention of the machines has benefited the workman but little even to this day?


Things were not quite so smooth for the fleecer there: Socialist thinkers and writers had arisen about the same time as Robert Owen; St. Simon, Proudhon, Fourier and his followers kept up the traditions of hope in the midst of a _bourgeois_ world.


All this to my mind would be the outcome of men throwing off the burden of Artificial Famine, supposing, as I cannot help supposing, that the impulses which have from the first glimmerings of history urged men on to the practice of Art were still at work in them.


Perhaps it is difficult to explain to the non artistic capacity that this definite sensuous pleasure is always present in the handiwork of the deft workman when he is working successfully, and that it increases in proportion to the freedom and individuality of the work.


But granting, as I suppose you all will do, that this is a most important function for art to fulfil, the question next comes, at what price do we obtain it?


Well, as to the machine proper used for art, when it gets to the stage above dealing with a necessary production that has accidentally some beauty about it, a reasonable man with a feeling for art will only use it when he is forced to.


In other words, I believe that art cannot be the result of external compulsion; the labour which goes to produce it is voluntary, and partly undertaken for the sake of the labour itself, partly for the sake of the hope of producing something which, when done, shall give pleasure to the user of it.


It may be said, and is often, You regret the art of the Middle Ages (as indeed I do), but those who produced it were not free; they were serfs, or gild craftsmen surrounded by brazen walls of trade restrictions; they had no political rights, and were exploited by their masters, the noble caste, most grievously.


All these things they will bear, as, alas! they bear them too well even now; all this rather than risk sweet life and bitter livelihood, and all sparks of hope and manliness will die out of them.


But there is the people still as it was before, still facing for its part the monster who destroyed all that beauty, and whose name is Commercial Profit.


Yes, and moreover, this great body of enthusiastic demanders are no mere poor and helpless people, ignorant fisher peasants, half mad monks, scatter brained sansculottes—none of those, in short, the expression of whose needs has shaken the world so often before, and will do yet again.


He need not, for instance, grind his corn in a hand quern; a little trickle of water, a wheel, and a few simple contrivances will do it all perfectly well, and leave him free to smoke his pipe and think, or to carve the handle of his knife.


Here then is another class, this time very numerous and all powerful, which produces very little and consumes enormously, and is therefore in the main supported, as paupers are, by the real producers.


Let us grant, first, that the race of man must either labour or perish. Nature does not give us our livelihood gratis; we must win it by toil of some sort or degree.


The class that remains to be considered produces all that is produced, and supports both itself and the other classes, though it is placed in a position of inferiority to them; real inferiority, mind you, involving a degradation both of mind and body.


But a man at work, making something which he feels will exist because he is working at it and wills it, is exercising the energies of his mind and soul as well as of his body.


He therefore buys the labour power of those who are bare of capital and can only live by selling it to him; his purpose in this transaction is to increase his capital, to make it breed.


Socialists are often asked how work of the rougher and more repulsive kind could be carried out in the new condition of things.


Now we have seen that the semi theological dogma that all labour, under any circumstances, is a blessing to the labourer, is hypocritical and false; that, on the other hand, labour is good when due hope of rest and pleasure accompanies it.


Beginning by making their factories, buildings, and sheds decent and convenient like their homes, they would infallibly go on to make them not merely negatively good, inoffensive merely, but even beautiful, so that the glorious art of architecture, now for some time slain by commercial greed, would be born again and flourish.


The craftsman, as he fashioned the thing he had under his hand, ornamented it so naturally and so entirely without conscious effort, that it is often difficult to distinguish where the mere utilitarian part of his work ended and the ornamental began.


It is a matter of course that people engaged in such work, and being the masters of their own lives, would not allow any hurry or want of foresight to force them into enduring dirt, disorder, or want of room.


Meantime, in any case, the refinement, thoughtfulness, and deliberation of labour must indeed be paid for, but not by compulsion to labour long hours.


I say once more that, in my belief, the first thing which we shall think so necessary as to be worth sacrificing some idle time for, will be the attractiveness of labour.


All this has now quite disappeared from the work of civilization.


PERHAPS some of my readers may think that the above title is not a correct one: it may be said, a new epoch is always dawning, change is always going on, and it goes on so gradually that we do not know when we are out of an old epoch and into a new one.


Finally comes the much greater group of those who are engaged in gambling or fighting for their individual shares of the tribute which their class compels the working class to yield to it: these are the group that one calls broadly business men, the conductors of our commerce, if you please to call them so.


_, Germany and Ireland, {176} that only happens when the rulers of the triumphant Democracy are beginning to be afraid of the new order of things, now becoming conscious of itself, and are being driven into reaction in consequence.


But to speak plainly, the greater part of the workers, in spite of strikes and Trades' Unions, do get little more than a bare subsistence wage, and when they grow sick or old they would die outright if it were not for the refuge afforded them by the workhouse, which is purposely made as prison like and wretched as possible, in order to prevent the lower paid workers from taking refuge in it before the time of their _industrial_ death.


It is clear that, quite apart from Socialism, the idea of local administration is pushing out that of centralized government: to take a remarkable case: in the French Revolution of 1793, the most advanced party was centralizing: in the latest French revolution, that of the Commune of 1871, it was federalist.


Almost the whole of Proudhon's real biography is included in his correspondence. Up to 1837, the date of the first letter which we have been able to collect, his life, narrated by Sainte Beuve, from whom we make numerous extracts, may be summed up in a few pages.


In possession of the Suard pension, Proudhon took part in the contest proposed by the Academy of Besancon on the question of the utility of the celebration of Sunday.


But he does not tell us, for the reason that he had no knowledge of a letter written by Fallot, of which we never heard until six months since, that the printer at that time contemplated quitting his trade in order to become a teacher.


Are you rich, that you may pay for courtiers? Have you a sumptuous table, a dashing wife, and gold to scatter, in order to attract them to your suite? Have you the glory, honors, credit, which would render your acquaintance pleasing to their vanity and pride?


At the age of twelve, he was a cellar boy in an inn. This, however, did not prevent him from studying. His mother was greatly aided by M. Renaud, the former owner of the brewery, who had at that time retired from business, and was engaged in the education of his children.


Towards 1829, Fallot, who was a little older than Proudhon, and who, after having obtained the Suard pension in 1832, died in his twenty ninth year, while filling the position of assistant librarian at the Institute, was charged, Protestant though he was, with the revisal of a "Life of the Saints," which was published at Besancon.


"The committee," said the report presented at the annual meeting of the five academies on Thursday, May 2, 1839, "has paid especial attention to manuscripts No.


Under stars that shone like the twinkling in a newborn's eye, we had such a joyous time that it can hardly be described. We were no longer within the reach of civility or social duty, but without it we were not mean nor hurtful to one another, but were playful and joyous, like children without a care in the world.


You see, if we had worried about it and attempted to change to course of events that history dictated, than we would have only given ourselves more work for the same end. Stress is the only thing that is created when you try to alter fate, so it is our philosophy to take things as they come and trust to the powers that be.


There was laughter and play going on all at once, and it was like a great burden lifted from my heart to see them rejoicing, for it almost reconciled their sufferings with the Zard's and Canitaur's ease of life, in that they seemed to be much more happy, in spite of the circumstances.


This created a wind barrier, preventing the strong winds that whipped across the desert lands from harassing the inhabitants as they worked and played in their communal yards. Each such grouping had a field of a strange, potato like plant that spread across the back ends of the houses, where the fierce winds piled up loads of nutrient rich top soil from miles and miles around.


Many civilizations try to out wit fate, but they cannot, and in the end they do its bidding. Not, however, in the way they had planned, and with more consequences than they would like, at which point they try to change fate again and undo those consequences, and soon they are in a downward spiral of such deeds.


Within five minutes, all of the Munams had assembled behind me and Ramma, who stood between them and the Daemians. They huddled closely together and quaked slightly in fear, for they evidently thought that their plans had been discovered and their enemies had come for revenge.


Can you not see that what you have is far more than you have need of, that there is no desire left unfilled in your lives, except that of ultimate power? This world does not need to be restored. Only your hearts have need of that.


Bernibus looked at me with entreating eyes, showing his sorrow at my recapture and asking for forgiveness, but I had none to give him, for he had done no wrong to need it.


As we grew more awake, we began to understand what had happened, or at least I did, and I was frightened when I looked around and saw where the trumpet blast had come from: the entire Zardovian and Canitaurian armies were assembled around us, having somehow crossed over to the mainland in the night, while we slept peacefully, unaware of their presence.


One moment they were normal and healthy, and the next they disintegrated, falling into little heaps of limp skin and bones.


"You would never dare to kill me in the open, you coward, the council would banish you," he said. Here the King joined in once more, laughing, "He wouldn't, no, but I would.


We are not Zards, or Canitaurs, or Munams, we are Daemians, and it is time that we came together, to help each other instead of hindering.


When this spiritual suffering begins to accumulate and is translated into physical suffering, the people see what is happening, how their very society is crumbling to ruin around them. Yet instead of recognizing the truth of what is happening, they see the traditions of the past as the cause of their problems, and continue to make their plight worse.


When I came to what had been the center of the savanna, I came across something that had survived the blast, being unearthed from its previous burial hole by the force of the anionizer's explosion.


"When the earth's poles were reversed, it brought all to desolation, excepting you, for you were protected by the suit. But while this is the ending of all life on earth, in a way it is also the beginning, for you see, Jehu, you have just witnessed the Big Bang.


You are not only the one who symbolizes the destruction of humanity, but also the one who symbolizes the rebirth of humanity.


You were the White Eagle, for the altar had no power, the power was only in you. "Those who worshiped you were those who worship time, in either of its forms, past or future. Those who worship the past recognize the influence of history, and they understand that there are taboos and traditions created through mutual experience.


Written there in its center were these words: "Temporal Anomaly Box, Number 12, Location: Central Savanna" I took the lid off carefully, though it was in perfect condition and I did not need to treat it so, and looked inside of it. There was a notebook and a pen there, both capable of producing a large of amount of enduring text.


So it is with the spiritual!" "Yes, I think that I am beginning to understand." "Excellent.


What, then, can I say to bring this to a close, for this is neither the end nor the beginning. I suppose all that can be said is this: DEJA VU (THE END) End of Project Gutenberg's The Revolutions of Time, by Jonathan Dunn *** END OF THIS P


"Oh!" screamed Grace, and then she and the others looked on, almost horrified, as the body shot downward.


04:004:041 These are they that were numbered of the families of the sons of Gershon, of all that might do service in the tabernacle of the congregation, whom Moses and Aaron did number according to the commandment of the LORD.


04:004:028 This is the service of the families of the sons of Gershon in the tabernacle of the congregation: and their charge shall be under the hand of Ithamar the son of Aaron the priest.


04:011:001 And when the people complained, it displeased the LORD: and the LORD heard it; and his anger was kindled; and the fire of the LORD burnt among them, and consumed them that were in the uttermost parts of the camp.


04:011:016 And the LORD said unto Moses, Gather unto me seventy men of the elders of Israel, whom thou knowest to be the elders of the people, and officers over them; and bring them unto the tabernacle of the congregation, that they may stand there with thee.


04:010:029 And Moses said unto Hobab, the son of Raguel the Midianite, Moses' father in law, We are journeying unto the place of which the LORD said, I will give it you: come thou with us, and we will do thee good: for the LORD hath spoken good concerning Israel.


04:009:015 And on the day that the tabernacle was reared up the cloud covered the tabernacle, namely, the tent of the testimony: and at even there was upon the tabernacle as it were the appearance of fire, until the morning.


04:011:017 And I will come down and talk with thee there: and I will take of the spirit which is upon thee, and will put it upon them; and they shall bear the burden of the people with thee, that thou bear it not thyself alone.


04:011:027 And there ran a young man, and told Moses, and said, Eldad and Medad do prophesy in the camp. 04:011:028 And Joshua the son of Nun, the servant of Moses, one of his young men, answered and said, My lord Moses, forbid them. 04:011:029 And Moses said unto him, Enviest thou for my sake?


**Eye of God's word ! where'er we turn, Ever upon us thy kind guze Doth all our depths of woe discern, Unravel every bosom's maze." ** What word is this? whence know'st thou me


I had heard that it was almost impossible to get anything to eat on this train unless you were liberal in giving tips. So I started out to break the record  to cross Siberia without giving a tip on the diner. All went well for a couple of days. I was served all right.


Nearly five thousand miles of the main line of the great Trans Siberian railway are in this one country. The building of this railroad was a gigantic undertaking and its construction cost the Russian Government four hundred million dollars.


In summer they sweltered and in winter they nearly froze to death.


During the Russian Japanese war these were too slow so they laid down heavy steel rails on the ice and all winter long trains were speeded across on this ice railway.


I learned something of the superstition of the Siberian peasant when cream separators were first introduced.


In 1914 Russia and Siberia possessed thirty five million head of horses, fifty two million head of cattle, seventy two million sheep, and fifteen million head of hogs.


They were held in check by alluring promises, but these promises were not fulfilled and their eyes are now opened and they will rise up, so this man hopes, and overthrow Bolshevism.


Some of us still believe that the day will come when Russia will be a mighty and powerful nation.


If the very stones upon which people walk could speak, a wave of horror would sweep around the world.


As they stood at the corner of the little homestead at the grave of his father the stranger said to the young man: "You may start now and walk all day, but at sundown you must be back here at your father's grave."


"Sorcerers were roasted alive in cages; traitors were tortured by iron hooks which tore their sides into a thousand pieces; false coiners had to swallow molten metal," says one writer.


While the peasants were honest and trusted each other, yet there have developed so many traitors that now they do not know who they can trust. The great mass of people are like a lot of sheep without a shepherd and can be led or driven in any direction.


But the purpose of this article is not to recount the horrors the war brought to Russia. I would much rather tell something about the people as I saw them just before the war, and their country and cities in times of peace.


Without even stopping to tell his wife the good news, or bid her and their little child good bye, the young man started.


They are ignorant and often superstitious. They have been used to hardship and cruelty.


"Then the stranger  _death_  slipped away," says Dr. Hillis, who tells the story, saying: "I always keep my pledge."


The door and window posts were painted to represent green marble: droll pictures on linen were placed in ice frames. All the furniture, the chairs, the mirrors, even the bridal couch, were ice.


CHAPTER VII THE HOME OF BOLSHEVISM  RUSSIA Of All the countries in Europe, conditions in Russia are perhaps most deplorable.


27:008:001 In the third year of the reign of king Belshazzar a vision appeared unto me, even unto me Daniel, after that which appeared unto me at the first.


27:007:027 And the kingdom and dominion, and the greatness of the kingdom under the whole heaven, shall be given to the people of the saints of the most High, whose kingdom is an everlasting kingdom, and all dominions shall serve and obey him. 27:007:028 Hitherto is the end of the matter.


27:008:010 And it waxed great, even to the host of heaven; and it cast down some of the host and of the stars to the ground, and stamped upon them.


27:008:018 Now as he was speaking with me, I was in a deep sleep on my face toward the ground: but he touched me, and set me upright. 27:008:019 And he said, Behold, I will make thee know what shall be in the last end of the indignation: for at the time appointed the end shall be.


27:008:014 And he said unto me, Unto two thousand and three hundred days; then shall the sanctuary be cleansed.


04:013:029 The Amalekites dwell in the land of the south: and the Hittites, and the Jebusites, and the Amorites, dwell in the mountains: and the Canaanites dwell by the sea, and by the coast of Jordan.


04:013:027 And they told him, and said, We came unto the land whither thou sentest us, and surely it floweth with milk and honey; and this is the fruit of it. 04:013:028 Nevertheless the people be strong that dwell in the land, and the cities are walled, and very great: and moreover we saw the children of Anak there.


04:014:020 And the LORD said, I have pardoned according to thy word: 04:014:021 But as truly as I live, all the earth shall be filled with the glory of the LORD.


04:013:003 And Moses by the commandment of the LORD sent them from the wilderness of Paran: all those men were heads of the children of Israel. 04:013:004 And these were their names: of the tribe of Reuben, Shammua the son of Zaccur. 04:013:005 Of the tribe of Simeon, Shaphat the son of Hori.


04:014:025 (Now the Amalekites and the Canaanites dwelt in the valley.)


04:017:006 And Moses spake unto the children of Israel, and every one of their princes gave him a rod apiece, for each prince one, according to their fathers' houses, even twelve rods: and the rod of Aaron was among their rods.


04:016:044 And the LORD spake unto Moses, saying, 04:016:045 Get you up from among this congregation, that I may consume them as in a moment.


04:016:008 And Moses said unto Korah, Hear, I pray you, ye sons of Levi: 04:016:009 Seemeth it but a small thing unto you, that the God of Israel hath separated you from the congregation of Israel, to bring you near to himself to do the service of the tabernacle of the LORD, and to stand before the congregation to minister unto them?


04:017:003 And thou shalt write Aaron's name upon the rod of Levi: for one rod shall be for the head of the house of their fathers. 04:017:004 And thou shalt lay them up in the tabernacle of the congregation before the testimony, where I will meet with you.


04:016:050 And Aaron returned unto Moses unto the door of the tabernacle of the congregation: and the plague was stayed.


04:017:007 And Moses laid up the rods before the LORD in the tabernacle of witness.


04:020:012 And the LORD spake unto Moses and Aaron, Because ye believed me not, to sanctify me in the eyes of the children of Israel, therefore ye shall not bring this congregation into the land which I have given them.


04:018:008 And the LORD spake unto Aaron, Behold, I also have given thee the charge of mine heave offerings of all the hallowed things of the children of Israel; unto thee have I given them by reason of the anointing, and to thy sons, by an ordinance for ever.


04:018:004 And they shall be joined unto thee, and keep the charge of the tabernacle of the congregation, for all the service of the tabernacle: and a stranger shall not come nigh unto you. 04:018:005 And ye shall keep the charge of the sanctuary, and the charge of the altar: that there be no wrath any more upon the children of Israel.


04:018:020 And the LORD spake unto Aaron, Thou shalt have no inheritance in their land, neither shalt thou have any part among them: I am thy part and thine inheritance among the children of Israel.


04:018:012 All the best of the oil, and all the best of the wine, and of the wheat, the firstfruits of them which they shall offer unto the LORD, them have I given thee.


04:020:005 And wherefore have ye made us to come up out of Egypt, to bring us in unto this evil place? it is no place of seed, or of figs, or of vines, or of pomegranates; neither is there any water to drink.


wherefore camest thou not unto me? am I not able indeed to promote thee to honour? 04:022:038 And Balaam said unto Balak, Lo, I am come unto thee: have I now any power at all to say any thing?


was I ever wont to do so unto thee? And he said, Nay. 04:022:031 Then the LORD opened the eyes of Balaam, and he saw the angel of the LORD standing in the way, and his sword drawn in his hand: and he bowed down his head, and fell flat on his face.


Now he was riding upon his ass, and his two servants were with him. 04:022:023 And the ass saw the angel of the LORD standing in the way, and his sword drawn in his hand: and the ass turned aside out of the way, and went into the field: and Balaam smote the ass, to turn her into the way.


I took thee to curse mine enemies, and, behold, thou hast blessed them altogether. 04:023:012 And he answered and said, Must I not take heed to speak that which the LORD hath put in my mouth?


04:023:024 Behold, the people shall rise up as a great lion, and lift up himself as a young lion: he shall not lie down until he eat of the prey, and drink the blood of the slain.


04:023:015 And he said unto Balak, Stand here by thy burnt offering, while I meet the LORD yonder.


04:026:060 And unto Aaron was born Nadab, and Abihu, Eleazar, and Ithamar.


And there was not left a man of them, save Caleb the son of Jephunneh, and Joshua the son of Nun.


04:026:038 The sons of Benjamin after their families: of Bela, the family of the Belaites: of Ashbel, the family of the Ashbelites: of Ahiram, the family of the Ahiramites: 04:026:039 Of Shupham, the family of the Shuphamites: of Hupham, the family of the Huphamites.


04:030:006 And if she had at all an husband, when she vowed, or uttered ought out of her lips, wherewith she bound her soul; 04:030:007 And her husband heard it, and held his peace at her in the day that he heard it: then her vows shall stand, and her bonds wherewith she bound her soul shall stand.


04:029:020 And on the third day eleven bullocks, two rams, fourteen lambs of the first year without blemish; 04:029:021 And their meat offering and their drink offerings for the bullocks, for the rams, and for the lambs, shall be according to their number, after the manner: 04:029:022 And one goat for a sin offering; beside the continual burnt offering, and his meat offering, and his drink offering.


04:032:024 Build you cities for your little ones, and folds for your sheep; and do that which hath proceeded out of your mouth.


04:032:032 We will pass over armed before the LORD into the land of Canaan, that the possession of our inheritance on this side Jordan may be our's.


04:031:018 But all the women children, that have not known a man by lying with him, keep alive for yourselves.


04:032:031 And the children of Gad and the children of Reuben answered, saying, As the LORD hath said unto thy servants, so will we do.


04:031:020 And purify all your raiment, and all that is made of skins, and all work of goats' hair, and all things made of wood.


04:032:018 We will not return unto our houses, until the children of Israel have inherited every man his inheritance.


04:031:024 And ye shall wash your clothes on the seventh day, and ye shall be clean, and afterward ye shall come into the camp.


"A message by Atlantic cable?" she had gasped. "Don't  don't read it, my love. L let some one else do that. Poor  poor child! Trust in Providence, my love, and  and bear up. Ah, how I wish I had a stronger mind, and could be of more service to you!"


'" "The first was made for Miss Lucia Gaston, who is Lady Theobald's niece," replied Miss Belinda mildly. "And there are few young ladies in Slowbridge who would not emulate her example."


"Ah, well!" she said, "I can give her some money, and she can buy some things for herself."


The stories of the diamonds, the gold diggers, and the silver mines, had been added to, and embellished, in the most ornate and startling manner. It was well known that only Lady Theobald's fine appreciation of Miss Belinda Bassett's feelings had induced her to extend her hospitalities to that lady's niece.


"Very true," said Miss Belinda, "but"   She broke off with rather a distressed shake of the head.


"She is like Martin in that. I dare say she finds me very ignorant and silly. I often see in her face that she is unable to understand my feeling about things; but she never seems to laugh at me, nor think of me unkindly.


The arrival of the message in its official envelope so alarmed Miss Belinda, that she was supported by Mary Anne while it was read to her by Octavia, who received it without any surprise whatever.


"Lady Theobald appears to wish to speak to you," he said.


"Why should we expect her to be exactly like ourselves?" Lucia went on. "How can we be sure that our way is better than any other?


Francis Barold turned a rather bored countenance toward them; but it was evidently not Octavia who had bored him. "Octavia," said Miss Belinda, "how imprudent! In that thin dress  the night air! How could you, my dear, how could you?" "Oh!


If you could keep awake (but of course you can't) you would see your own mother doing this, and you would find it very interesting to watch her.


While she slept she had a dream. She dreamt that the Neverland had come too near and that a strange boy had broken through from it. He did not alarm her, for she thought she had seen him before in the faces of many women who have no children. Perhaps he is to be found in the faces of some mothers also.


There was the same excitement over John, and Michael had even a narrower squeak; but both were kept, and soon you might have seen the three of them going in a row to Miss Fulsom's Kindergarten school, accompanied by their nurse.


She had believed in him at the time, but now that she was married and full of sense she quite doubted whether there was any such person.


Wendy came first, then John, then Michael. For a week or two after Wendy came it was doubtful whether they would be able to keep her, as she was another mouth to feed.


He never knew about the box, and in time he gave up trying for the kiss. Wendy thought Napoleon could have got it, but I can picture him trying, and then going off in a passion, slamming the door.


Mrs. Darling consulted Mr. Darling, but he smiled pooh pooh. 'Mark my words,' he said, 'it is some nonsense Nana has been putting into their heads; just the sort of idea a dog would have. Leave it alone, and it will blow over.'


She knew of no Peter, and yet he was here and there in John and Michael's minds, while Wendy's began to be scrawled all over with him. The name stood out in bolder letters than any of the other words, and as Mrs. Darling gazed she felt that it had an oddly cocky appearance.


She was a lovely lady, with a romantic mind and such a sweet mocking mouth.


On John's footer days she never once forgot his sweater, and she usually carried an umbrella in her mouth in case of rain.


Even Michael, already half asleep, knew that she was perturbed, and he asked, 'Can anything harm us, mother, after the night lights are lit?' 'Nothing, precious,' she said; 'they are the eyes a mother leaves behind her to guard her children.'


Nana had no doubt of what was the best thing to do with this shadow. She hung it out at the window, meaning 'He is sure to come back for it; let us put it where he can get it easily without disturbing the children.'


She had found her two older children playing at being herself and father on the occasion of Wendy's birth, and John was saying: 'I am happy to inform you, Mrs. Darling, that you are now a mother,' in just such a tone as Mr. Darling himself may have used on the real occasion.


'I know where it is, father,' Wendy cried, always glad to be of service. 'I'll bring it,' and she was off before he could stop her. Immediately his spirits sank in the strangest way. 'John,' he said, shuddering, 'it's most beastly stuff. It's that nasty, sticky, sweet kind.'


Some men would have resented her being able to do it so easily, but Mr. Darling was far too fine a nature for that; he thanked her carelessly, at once forgot his rage, and in another moment was dancing round the room with Michael on his back.


'Why, what is the matter, father dear?' 'Matter!' he yelled; he really yelled. 'This tie, it will not tie.' He became dangerously sarcastic. 'Not round my neck! Round the bed post! Oh yes, twenty times have I made it up round the bed post, but round my neck, no!


'Nana, good dog,' he said, patting her, 'I have put a little milk into your bowl, Nana.' Nana wagged her tail, ran to the medicine, and began lapping it.


'Which story was it?' 'About the prince who couldn't find the lady who wore the glass slipper.' 'Peter,' said Wendy excitedly, 'that was Cinderella, and he found her, and they lived happy ever after.'


Peter was so glad that he rose from the floor, where they had been sitting, and hurried to the window. 'Where are you going?' she cried with misgiving. 'To tell the other boys.' 'Don't go, Peter,' she entreated, 'I know such lots of stories.'


Peter thimbled her, and almost immediately she screeched. 'What is it, Wendy?' 'It was exactly as if some one were pulling my hair.' 'That must have been Tink. I never knew her so naughty before.' And indeed Tink was darting about again, using offensive language.


To this Tink replied in these words, 'You silly ass,' and disappeared into the bathroom. 'She is quite a common fairy,' Peter explained apologetically; 'she is called Tinker Bell because she mends the pots and kettles.'


Still she would not look up, though she was listening eagerly. 'Wendy,' he continued, in a voice that no woman has ever yet been able to resist, 'Wendy, one girl is more use than twenty boys.'


It was lucky that she did put it on that chain, for it was afterwards to save her life.


'Do you really think so, Peter?' 'Yes, I do.' 'I think it's perfectly sweet of you,' she declared, 'and I'll get up again'; and she sat with him on the side of the bed. She also said she would give him a kiss if he liked, but Peter did not know what she meant, and he held out his hand expectantly.


'I flewed!' he screamed while still in mid air. John let go and met Wendy near the bathroom. 'Oh, lovely!' 'Oh, ripping!' 'Look at me!' 'Look at me!' 'Look at me!'


He wished she had not mentioned letters. 'Don't get any letters,' he said contemptuously.


'They hardly ever stand still,' he said, but for one moment Wendy saw the romantic figure come to rest on the cuckoo clock. 'O the lovely!' she cried, though Tink's face was still distorted with passion.


Not one of them could fly an inch, though even Michael was in words of two syllables, and Peter did not know A from Z. Of course Peter had been trifling with them, for no one can fly unless the fairy dust has been blown on him.


'With the lost boys.' 'Who are they?' 'They are the children who fall out of their perambulators when the nurse is looking the other way. If they are not claimed in seven days they are sent far away to the Neverland to defray expenses. I'm captain.' 'What fun it must be!'


'Who is captain now?' 'Hook,' answered Peter; and his face became very stern as he said that hated word.


He could sleep in the air without falling, by merely lying on his back and floating, but this was, partly at least, because he was so light that if you got behind him and blew he went faster.


It would have been well for Wendy if at that moment she had dropped the hat. I don't know whether the idea came suddenly to Tink, or whether she had planned it on the way, but she at once popped out of the hat and began to lure Wendy to her destruction.


Wendy quite liked it, until Peter pointed out the drawback. 'She tells me,' he said, 'that the pirates sighted us before the darkness came, and got Long Tom out.' 'The big gun?' 'Yes. And of course they must see her light, and if they guess we are near it they are sure to let fly.'


Indeed, sometimes when he returned he did not remember them, at least not well. Wendy was sure of it. She saw recognition come into his eyes as he was about to pass them the time of day and go on; once even she had to tell him her name.


It was really rather irritating to children who had never seen a mermaid. 'And if he forgets them, so quickly,' Wendy argued, 'how can we expect that he will go on remembering us?'


'She can't put it out. That is about the only thing fairies can't do. It just goes out of itself when she falls asleep, same as the stars.'


'Who are they?' Wendy whispered, shuddering. But he could not or would not say.


Wendy, I do believe that's your little whelp.' 'There's my boat, John, with her sides stove in.'


He burst into laughter, not hollow laughter now, but honest laughter. 'Aha, they will die.'


'I have seen a wonderfuller thing,' he cried, as they gathered round him eagerly. 'A great white bird. It is flying this way.' 'What kind of a bird, do you think?' 'I don't know,' Nibs said, awestruck, 'but it looks so weary, and as it flies it moans, "Poor Wendy."'


They will find the cake and they will gobble it up, because, having no mother, they don't know how dangerous 'tis to eat rich damp cake.' He burst into laughter, not hollow laughter now, but honest laughter. 'Aha, they will die.'


Let us pretend to lie here among the sugar cane and watch them as they steal by in single file, each with his hand on his dagger.


'And yet,' said Smee, 'I have often heard you say that hook was worth a score of hands, for combing the hair and other homely uses.'


CHAPTER V THE ISLAND COME TRUE Feeling that Peter was on his way back, the Neverland had again woke into life. We ought to use the pluperfect and say wakened, but woke is better and was always used by Peter.


Peter did not compete. For one thing he despised all mothers except Wendy, and for another he was the only boy on the island who could neither write nor spell; not the smallest word.


There was an enormous fireplace which was in almost any part of the room where you cared to light it, and across this Wendy stretched strings, made of fibre, from which she suspended her washing.


As time wore on did she think much about the beloved parents she had left behind her? This is a difficult question, because it is quite impossible to say how time does wear on in the Neverland, where it is calculated by moons and suns, and there are ever so many more of them than on the mainland.


A Never tree tried hard to grow in the centre of the room, but every morning they sawed the trunk through, level with the floor.


No woman, however large, could have had a more exquisite boudoir and bedchamber combined. The couch, as she always called it, was a genuine Queen Mab, with club legs; and she varied the bedspreads according to what fruit blossom was in season.


These things scared her a little, and nobly anxious to do her duty, she tried to fix the old life in their minds by setting them examination papers on it, as like as possible to the ones she used to do at school.


[Illustration: PETER ON GUARD] CHAPTER VII THE HOME UNDER THE GROUND One of the first things Peter did next day was to measure Wendy and John and Michael for hollow trees.


Already he had tied the tail round her. She clung to him; she refused to go without him; but with a 'Good bye, Wendy,' he pushed her from the rock; and in a few minutes she was borne out of his sight.


In his dark nature there was a touch of the feminine, as in all the great pirates, and it sometimes gave him intuitions. Suddenly he tried the guessing game. 'Hook,' he called, 'have you another voice?'


'Captain, is all well?' they asked timidly, but he answered with a hollow moan. 'He sighs,' said Smee. 'He sighs again,' said Starkey. 'And yet a third time he sighs,' said Smee. 'What's up, captain?'


Peter, feeling her slip from him, woke with a start, and was just in time to draw her back. But he had to tell her the truth. 'We are on the rock, Wendy,' he said, 'but it is growing smaller. Soon the water will be over it.'


'It is a princely scheme,' cried Hook, and at once it took practical shape in his great brain. 'We will seize the children and carry them to the boat: the boys we will make walk the plank, and Wendy shall be our mother.'


He often met it, but he always forgot it. I suppose that was the real difference between him and all the rest. So when he met it now it was like the first time; and he could just stare, helpless.


'We must go,' she said, almost brightly. 'Yes,' he answered faintly. 'Shall we swim or fly, Peter?' He had to tell her. 'Do you think you could swim or fly as far as the island, Wendy, without my help?' She had to admit that she was too tired.


To Wendy's pain the answer that rang out this time was 'Yes.' 'Are you in England?' 'No.' 'Are you here?' 'Yes.' Hook was completely puzzled. 'You ask him some questions,' he said to the others, wiping his damp brow.


Peter put the eggs into this hat and set it on the lagoon. It floated beautifully.


There was a step above, and Wendy, you may be sure, was the first to recognise it. 'Children, I hear your father's step. He likes you to meet him at the door.'


'Well, John?' 'May I sit in Peter's chair, as he is not here?' 'Sit in father's chair, John!' Wendy was scandalised. 'Certainly not.'


'No, Wendy.' Certainly he did not want a change, but he looked at her uncomfortably; blinking, you know, like one not sure whether he was awake or asleep. 'Peter, what is it?'


This meal happened to be a make believe tea, and they sat round the board, guzzling in their greed; and really, what with their chatter and recriminations, the noise, as Wendy said, was positively deafening.


'I complain of Michael,' said Curly instantly. The first twin came to Peter. 'Father, we want to dance.' 'Dance away, my little man,' said Peter, who was in high good humour. 'But we want you to dance.'


'No, Tootles.' Once Tootles began, which was not very often, he had a silly way of going on. 'As I can't be father,' he said heavily, 'I don't suppose, Michael, you would let me be baby?'


To be sure, she did not mind noise, but she simply would not have them grabbing things, and then excusing themselves by saying that Tootles had pushed their elbow.


'Oh, very well,' Peter said, a little nettled. 'Perhaps Tinker Bell will tell me.' 'Oh yes, Tinker Bell will tell you,' Wendy retorted scornfully. 'She is an abandoned little creature.'


And then at last they all got into bed for Wendy's story, the story they loved best, the story Peter hated.


'You are so queer,' he said, frankly puzzled, 'and Tiger Lily is just the same. There is something she wants to be to me, but she says it is not my mother.' 'No, indeed, it is not,' Wendy replied with frightful emphasis. Now we know why she was prejudiced against the redskins. 'Then what is it?'


The day, as if quietly gathering its forces, had been almost uneventful, and now the redskins in their blankets were at their posts above, while, below, the children were having their evening meal; all except Peter, who had gone out to get the time.


Now we know why she was prejudiced against the redskins. 'Then what is it?' 'It isn't for a lady to tell.' 'Oh, very well,' Peter said, a little nettled. 'Perhaps Tinker Bell will tell me.'


But to night he remained on his stool; and we shall see what happened.


The awful cynicism of this made an uncomfortable impression, and most of them began to look rather doubtful. After all, their faces said, were they not noodles to want to go?


'It's awfully puzzling,' said Tootles, who knew the story by heart. 'Quiet, Tootles. They had three descendants.'


'"See, dear brothers," says Wendy, pointing upwards, '"there is the window still standing open. Ah, now we are rewarded for our sublime faith in a mother's love." So up they flew to their mummy and daddy; and pen cannot describe the happy scene, over which we draw a veil.'


But there was one there who knew better; and when Wendy finished he uttered a hollow groan. 'What is it, Peter?' she cried, running to him, thinking he was ill. She felt him solicitously, lower down than his chest. 'Where is it, Peter?'


'Little less noise there,' Peter called out, determined that she should have fair play, however beastly a story it might be in his opinion.


'It's an awfully good story,' said Nibs.


Peter was such a small boy that one tends to wonder at the man's hatred of him. True he had flung Hook's arm to the crocodile; but even this and the increased insecurity of life to which it led, owing to the crocodile's pertinacity, hardly account for a vindictiveness so relentless and malignant.


Now he crawled forward like a snake; and again, erect, he darted across a space on which the moonlight played: one finger on his lip and his dagger at the ready.


Alas, Tinker Bell could not explain this, for even she did not know the dark secret of Slightly's tree. Nevertheless Hook's words had left no room for doubt. The cup was poisoned. 'Besides,' said Peter, quite believing himself, 'I never fell asleep.'


Intently he listened for any sound from the nether world, but all was as silent below as above; the house under the ground seemed to be but one more empty tenement in the void. Was that boy asleep, or did he stand waiting at the foot of Slightly's tree, with his dagger in his hand?


Mastered by his better self he would have returned reluctantly up the tree, but for one thing.


The pirates kicked him in their rage, just as you kick the parcel (though in fairness you should kick the string); and strange to say it was Hook who told them to belay their violence.


First her voice grew strong; then she popped out of bed; then she was flashing through the room more merry and impudent than ever.


She liked his tears so much that she put out her beautiful finger and let them run over it. Her voice was so low that at first he could not make out what she said. Then he made it out.


Was his enemy to escape him after all.


There was no other course but to press forward in redskin fashion, at which happily he was an adept. But in what direction, for he could not be sure that the children had been taken to the ship?


After the burial of the bones, and you are gone, I will sleep for a week in the bed in the gallery, and report to you if I see or hear anything.


I had always been a light sleeper, but on the present occasion I woke at once to complete and acute consciousness, and with a sense of stretched attention which seemed to intensify all my faculties. The wind had risen, and was blowing in fitful gusts round the house.


"There is nothing beyond this," said he, "no door, no staircase. It is a _cul de sac_." Then he added: "Now pull on your dressing gown and come downstairs to my sanctum."


One visit, indeed, I had made him in his Yorkshire home, before leaving for India, of but a few days.


Are you ill?" I could not answer. Lynton struck a light and leant over the bed.


He was apparently disposed to say more, when his brother interrupted him somewhat curtly, as I fancied, and asked me if I should feel inclined after breakfast to have a horse and go out and look for the hounds. They met a considerable way off, but if they did not find in the coverts they should first draw, a thing not improbable, they would come our way, and we might fall in with them about one o'clock and have a run.


But under the influence of the chocolate bonbon she sat down and ran her fingers lightly over the keys producing such exquisite harmony that she was filled with amazement at her own performance.


ŌĆØ The senator was not at all sure he would not go crazy himself, presently; so he slipped away from the turmoil, and, catching up his had and coat in the hall, hurried from the house.


That was the prelude, however. The next moment she dashed into BeethovenŌĆÖs seventh sonata and played it magnificently.


The poor woman was in despair at witnessing her husbandŌĆÖs undignified actions and wondered what she might do to control him. The professor seemed more grave than usual; the senatorŌĆÖs face wore an offended expression, and Bessie kept moving her fingers as if she still wanted to play the piano.


He considerately retained the box in his own hand while she signed a check for a large amount of money, after which he allowed her to hold the box herself.


ŌĆØ Then he paused, balanced himself upon his left foot, and kicked his right leg into the air in the way favored by ballet dancers!


The professor ate the lemon yellow piece and the senator reached out his hand and took the lavender piece. He did not eat it, however, for, chancing to remember that it might spoil his dinner, he put it in his vest pocket.


Suddenly Mr. Bostwick, who was a big man, began to sing in a shrill, tremolo soprano voice. It was not the same song Bessie was playing, and the discord was shocking that the professor smiled, the senator put his hands to his ears and Mrs. Bostwick cried in a horrified voice: ŌĆ£William!


ŌĆØ It took the senator several months to recover from the shame and humiliation of this escapade; and, curiously enough, he never had the slightest idea what had induced him to act in so extraordinary a manner.


Seize him! Arrest him! DonŌĆÖt let him escape!ŌĆØ But the ushers rushed her out of the hall, thinking she had gone suddenly insane; and the senatorŌĆÖs friends seized him firmly and carried him out the stage entrance to the street, where they put him into an open carriage and instructed the driver to take him home.


ŌĆØ ŌĆ£Are you willing to pay for such accomplishments?ŌĆØ asked the wise chemist. ŌĆ£Certainly,ŌĆØ answered Claribel, jingling her purse. ŌĆ£Then come to me to morrow at two oŌĆÖclock,ŌĆØ said he.


"You may go home tomorrow. There will be a holiday tomorrow. A party tonight and a holiday tomorrow for every school on earth." The tears were halted for a moment. The voice was querulous. "But I want to go home now."


Gently, gently, the metal hand pulled him against the metal body. "Your folks have gone away, Johnny. Everyone's folks have gone away. We will stay with you." Johnny Malone ran his glance around the room.


"With the establishing of this school the last human teacher is gone. Gone are all the human weaknesses, the temper fits of teachers, their ignorance and prejudices. The roboteachers are without flaw." The woman lifted a lorgnette to her eyes.


Senator said tactfully, "After all, Doctor Wilson would like you to see his project." The brown suited man nodded. His face took on a sharp intensity. "We're making a great mistake. No one is interested in educating the children any more. They leave it to the robots. And they neglect the children's training at home."


"Is it true that the roboteachers will actually spank you?" "It's true, all right." "You're kidding. It's only a story, like Santa Claus or Johnny Appleseed. The human teachers never spanked us here." "The robots will spank you if you get out of line." "My father says no robot can lay a hand on a human."


Once, on the way home, he stared back toward the school with strange unease. * * * * * Inside the school there was the ringing of a bell. The children trooped into the large play area that was enclosed in the heart of the great building.


Eyes smarting, Johnny Malone went down the stairs to the kitchen. It wasn't that his parents were different. All the kids were fed and sent to school by robots. It was just that  well today seemed sort of special.


The house was silent. The robot that tended the house came gliding in answer. "Would you like breakfast, Master Malone?" "I've had breakfast. I want my folks. Hey!


The woman turned toward him with surprise in her eyes. "But really, aren't the robots the best teachers?" "Of course they are. But confound it, we ought to be interested in what they teach and how they teach.


Have been with a circus, minstrels, farce comedy, burlesque and dramatic productions; have been with good shows, bad shows, medicine shows, and worse, and some shows where we had landlords singing in the chorus.


One time I wuz elected a Justice of the Peace, To make out legal documents, a mortgage or a lease, Them tricks that lawyers have, you bet I knowed them all, Learned them in My Old Yaller Almanac, Hangin' on the Kitchen Wall.


I hed my ticket in my hat and I put my head out of the window to look at suthin' when the wind blew my hat off and I lost the durned old ticket, wall the conductor made me buy another one.


I spose as how there are a good many of them thar bunco fellers around New York, but I tell you them thar street keer conductors take mighty good care on you.


Then they handed me somethin' what they called ice cream, looked to me like a hunk of casteel soap, wall I stuck my fork in it and tried to bite it, and it slipped off and got inside my vest, and in less than a minnit I wuz froze from my chin to my toes. I guess I cut a caper at Henry's house.


Wall, I got a feller to look up his name in the city almanac, and he showed me whar Henry lived, away up on a street called avenue five. Wall when I seen Henry's house it jist about took my breath away, I wuz that clar sot back.


The load was composed of both girls and boys, All tryin' to outdo the other in noise.


Wall, they had a parrit in that place and the way he sputtered and jabbered and talked! He wuz a whole show all to himself.


Wall, I'd jist got to lookin' at him when that feller what had charge sed, "right this way everybody," and we all went into whar they wuz havin' the theater doins', and I got sot down and a feller cum out and sung a song I hadn't heered since I wuz a youngster.


Wall he looked at me as though he thought I wuz crazy, and I guess he did, but he sed "you cum along with me, guess I can show you what you want to see."


Wall, when I got to New York, I got a feller to show me whar it wuz, and I'll be durned if I know why they call it Wall street; it didn't hav any wall round it. I walked up and down it bout an hour and a half, and I couldn't find any stock exchange or see any place fer watterin' any stock.


I lost mother's letter and she never did git it.


Wall I commenced a biddin' on different things, but it jist looked as though everybody had more money than I did, and they sort of out bid me; but finally they put up an old fashioned shugar bowl fer sale, and I wanted to git that mighty bad, cos I thought as how mother would like it fust rate.


Wall I wuz a walkin' along down the street when I cum to a place whar they wuz auckshuneerin' off a lot of things. I stopped to see what they had to sell.


Wall, I wuz a standin' thar one day a watchin' the people and things go by, when all to onct along cum the durndest lookin' contraption I calculate I ever seen in my life.


Wall I chased that durned little baskit round 'til I got up to it, and when I did I was right thar whar I started from. Gee whiz, I never felt more foolish in all my life.


Wall now I don't think much of a man what throws a bananer peelin' on the sidewalk, and I don't think much of a bananer what throws a man on the sidewalk, neether.


Now, any feller what gits his boots blacked on the inside ain't got much respect fer his socks. I git mine blacked on the outside.


Wall, I tried one of them, and I want to tell you right now, if you eat many of them mince pies you want to put your trust in the Lord.


Wall, I stopped to look at it, cos it wuz a purty thing, and they had a sine in that winder that jist tickled me, it sed, "Frog in your throat 10C." I wouldn't put one of them critters in my throat fer ten dollars.


I noticed one sine sed "Put your trust in the Lord," and right under it wuz another sine what sed "Try our mince pies."


Wall I wa'nt a ridin' on 'emnear as much as I wuz a runnin' after 'em tryin' to ketch 'em.


So Si sed: "Wall, Lige, you've had her milk fer her keep." And Lige sed: "Milk be durned, she went dry three weeks after you left, and she ain't give any milk since, and near as I can figger it out, seems to me as how I've pestered her and fed her all this time, she's my cow."


Wall, I used to be Jestice of the Peece down home at Punkin Center, and I wuz a little anxious to see how they handled law and jestice in New York City, so one mornin' I went down to one of them cort houses, and thar wuz more different kinds of people in thar than I ever seen afore.


And Lige sed: "Wall, that's a year ago, and she's et her head off two or three times since then."


Wall, finally Si cum hum, and he went to Lige's place one day and sed: "Wall, Lige, I've cum over to git my cow." And Lige sed: "Cum after your cow? Wall, if you've got any cow round here I'll be durned if I know it." Si sed: "Wall, Lige, I left my cow with you."


Wall I alowed that ud be right smart fun, so I got into one of the boats along with a lot of other folks I never seed afore and don't keer if I never see agin. They yanked us up to the top of that troff and then turned us loose, and I jist felt as though the whole earth had run off and left us.


One of the Skinner girls recited a piece that sooted me fust rate. Neer as I kin remember it went somethin' like this: How nice to hear the bumble bee When you go out a fishin', But if you happen to sot down on him, He'll spoil your disposition.


Wall, jest then a young feller handed me a piece of paper what told all about the theater doin's, and I got to lookin' at that and I noticed on it whar it sed thar wuz five years took place 'tween the fust part and the second part.


Then another feller cum up right smart like and wanted to know if I'd hav my dinner table de hotel or all over a card, and I told him if it wuz all the same to him he could bring me my dinner on a plate.


Wall, he handed me a programme of the dinner and I et about half way down it and drank a bottle of cider pop what he give me, and it got into my head, and I never felt so durn good in all my life.


Wall, I got a feller to show me whar it wuz, and when I got on the inside I don't s'pose I wuz ever more sot back in all my life; guess you could have knocked my eyes off with a club; they stuck out like bumps on a log.


The wind is cool and bracing, and it makes you feel first rate, And there's work to keep you going from early until late; So you feel like giving praises unto Him who doeth all, Nature heaps her blessings on you at this season, and it's Fall.


Si Pettingill's Brooms WALL, one day jist shortly after sap season wuz over, we wuz all sottin' round Ezra Hoskins's store, talkin' on things in general, when up drove Si Pettingill with a load of brooms.


Then they brought out a little wooden ball 'bout as big as a hen's egg, and they stuck it up on a little hunk of mud.


Jabez sed "Wall, now, I want to know. That's what cums from not readin' the papers. Why, Jim, they've got more hogs up Concord way than they know what to do with.


And Jim sed: "As near as he could figure it out from his present bearin's, he wuz most likely goin' to Manchester."


Wall, they druv them hogs 'bout three days towards Manchester, and jist 'bout when they wuz gittin' thar, along cum Caleb Skinner, and he sed: "Wall, thunder and fish hooks, whar be you a goin', Jim."


I calculated as how I'd git a shotgun this fall and do right smart of hunting." So the Deacon sed, "Wall, now, I want to know; bring him over, Jim, I'd like to see him."


Jim says he's goin' to git out a writ of corpus cristy fer the Deacon, and the Deacon says he's goin' to prosecute Jim for bigamy and arson and have him read out of the church. Wall, we've got the same old schoolhouse.


Wall, things went along pretty smooth fer quite a spell 'til one day a feller he cum in and give Jim a keg of hard cider fer a year's subskription to the noospaper, and we all calculated right then that somethin' wuz a goin' to happen; and sure enough it did.


Wall, Jim he had his place up over Ezra Hoskins' grossery store. He never got any money for the noospaper  always got paid in produce, and Ezra's store wuz a mighty good place fer him to take in his subskriptions.


Yea, verily, Lot's wife had a corner on the salt market. And while Pharoe's daughter was not in the milk business, yet we observe she took a great proffit out of the water; yea, verrily." Most on us cum to the conclusion he wuz ridin' on a free pass.


Wall, some of the sarmons preached at that camp meetin' beat anything I ever heered in my life afore.


Wall, the cider got in old Jim's head And in his fingers, too, So he played some dancin' music And old Yankee Doodle Doo; He shocked old Deacon Witherspoon And scared poor Sister Morgan, And jist busted up the meetin' At the unveilin' of the organ.


Wall, it wuz a gorgeous instrument, In a handsome walnut case, And thar wuz expectation Pictured out on every face; Then when Deacon Witherspoon Had led us all in prayer, The congregation all stood up And Old Hundred rent the air.


The Unveiling of the Organ IT wuz down in Punkin Centre, I believe in eighty nine, We had some doin's at the meetin' house, That we thought wuz purty fine; It wuz a great occasion, The choir, led by Sister Morgan, Had called us thar to witness The unveilin' of the organ.


Wall, from what I could see of the game I calculate they needed all of them. I saw one feller and 'bout fifty others had him down, and it jist looked as though they wuz all trying to get a kick at him.


I sed, "Boys, I'm gittin' a little too old fer those kinds of passtimes, but I'll help you play one game, I'll be durned if I don't."


When you git it bilt and a runnin', you've got to git a man to cum down here and take keer on it, cos it's a cumin' along hayin' and harvestin' time, and I'll be too durned busy to run down here and open and shet them barn doors every time one of your pesky old trains wants to go through."


I think that railroad runs across itself in one or two places; it runs past one station three times.


Wall, Jim he cum over to my house and he sed, "Josh, let's you and me go down to the baptizin'." I sed, "What do you want to go down thar fer, Jim; you can't git any pension thar, kin ye?"


I wuz goin' along one night, John, At a purty lively rate, The old machine a doin' her best, And me forty minutes late, When all at once there came a crash, I felt the old track yield, And fireman, machine and I Went into a farmer's field.


Wall, they brought a trick mule into the ring, and the ring master sed he'd give any one five dollars what could ride the mule; and Ruben Hoskins alowed he could ride anything with four legs what had hair on.


Deacon Witherspoon sed they wuz a sinful lot of men and wimmin, and no one aughter go and see them, but seein' as how they wuz thar, he alowed he'd take the children and let them see the lions and tigers and things. Si Pettingill remarked, "Guess the Deacon won't put blinders on himself when he gits thar."


Lots of fun down thar on that farm of mine, huntin', fishin', and shootin', and other things. Wall, I never shot but one bird in my life, and that wuz a squirrel; yes, sir, a flyin' squirrel.


I had another one sottin' on a door knob, tryin' to hatch out a house and lot, but she didn't. While she wuz a sottin' there along cum a rooster, and he sed, "We're having a little party down behind the barn; will you dance with me this set?"


I had a feller workin' fer me on the farm last summer, and he was cross eyed, and I sent him out in the paster to dig a well fer me, and what do you s'pose?


and she sed, "No, sir, I'm engaged to his nobs for this set." Gosh, I wuz afraid to go out in the barnyard one while, cos one day when I wuz out thar I heerd a hen say to a rooster, "Thar's that old gray headed cuss we've bin a layin' fer."


He wa'n't one of the regular sort What you'd meet thar any day, But as near as the camp could figure it out, In a show down he'd likely stay. A shambling, awkward figure, Rawboned, tall and slim, And his schaps and togs in general Jist looked like they'd fell on him.


I wuz somewhat of a tenderfoot then, Hadn't jist got the lay of the land; Thar wuz a good many things in them thar parts As I couldn't quite understand. But I took a likin' to Yosemite Jim, Wuz with him on my very first trick; And from that time on I stuck to him Like a kitten to a good warm brick.


Ridin' a route for the Wells Fargo folks May have made him stern and grim; But thar wasn't a man that crossed the divide But 'ud swar by Yosemite Jim.


He had on a biled collar that sort of put me in mind of the whitewashed fence 'round the fair grounds down hum. I'll bet if he'd ever sneeze it would cut his ears off.


And by chowder, he got madder 'n a wet hen. He sed, "Now look a heer, I want you to understand onct fer all, this is a dry goods store, and we don't buy anything but dry goods and don't sell anything but dry goods; do you understand me now? DRY GOODS."


This is true of men as well as animals." They spent the whole day in the glen, which the Doctor christened "Arctic Arcadia," and when evening came they lay down to rest in the hollow of a rock, which seemed as if expressly prepared for their accommodation.


However, they went on in hope, after a good breakfast and half an hour's rest. The ground was getting gradually lower, and presented a peculiar appearance from the snow, which lay here and there in ridges unmelted.


At a distance it looked like the sea when a strong wind is lashing up the waves, and cresting them with a white foam.


He was right, for presently three or four young hares, gambolling away among the fresh moss and tiny heaths, came running about their legs so fearlessly and trustfully, that even Altamont was disarmed.


During the first part of the day, nothing occurred worth mentioning, but they noticed a considerable change in the aspect of the country, and appearances seemed to indicate that they were approaching a hilly region. This New America was evidently either a continent or an island of considerable extent.


This was the signal for Altamont and the Doctor to rush forward and fire, but at the sight of two assailants, the terrified animals wheeled round and attacked Hatteras.


Without a moment's hesitancy, he went up to his rival, and said in a grave voice   "Altamont, you have saved my life!" "You saved mine," replied the American. There was a moment's silence, and then Altamont added   "We're quits, Hatteras."


shouted Altamont, flinging away his discharged weapon, and throwing himself right in front of the raging animals.


"I see it, I see it," said Clawbonny. "Yes, yes, so do I!" exclaimed Johnson. "It is a cloud," said Altamont. "Land! land!" repeated Hatteras, in tones of absolute conviction.


The iceberg made frightful lurches, sometimes inclining at such a sharp angle that the animals rolled pell mell over each other and set up a loud growling, which mingled with the roar of the elements and made a terrible concert.


"Well, has not our famous countryman, James Ross, affirmed the existence of two active volcanoes, the Erebus and the Terror, on the Southern Continent, in longitude 170° and latitude 78°? Why, then, should not volcanoes be found near the North Pole?"


Among other opinions put forth was one in our own days, which greatly excited Altamont's surprise. It was held that there was an immense opening at the poles which led into the heart of the earth, and that it was out of the opening that the light of the Aurora Borealis streamed.


After a little, Hatteras was able to stand up supported by the Doctor, and tried to get back to the sloop. He kept exclaiming, "The Pole! the North Pole!" "You are happy now?" said his friend.


The longitude was of little importance, for all the meridians blended a few hundred feet higher. The 90° of lat. was then only about three quarters of a mile off, or just about the summit of the volcano.


234] Altamont speedily discovered a grotto composed of rocks, which had so fallen as to form a sort of cave. Johnson and Bell carried in provisions, and gave the dogs their liberty.


As Bernice said long afterward, when she was being pressed by a newsman: "Just tell 'em it was the living end," and that is as good a description as any.


Then, in Lifecraft Two  as far away from the "business district" as they could get  the human bodies were grounded and Deston started the reel. The wire ran out  and ran  and ran  and ran. The full twenty five miles were paid out, and still nothing happened.


Although both pregnancies were well advanced, neither was very near full term. Thus it was clear that both periods of gestation were going to be well over a year in length; but none of the five persons who knew it so much as mentioned the fact. To Adams it was only one tiny datum in an incredibly huge and complex mathematical structure.


"When you get that stuff all plotted, you'll find a hell of a big confusion; but I _hope_ there aren't enough stars in it but what you can find us sometime."


Too many planets listening in  _verbum sap_. Anyway, THE PRESS smells something, too, and they're screaming their lungs out, especially the sob sisters. Now, Herc, on the air, you're orbiting the fourth planet of a sun. What sun? Where?"


We'll wrap the girls in silver mesh underwear up to the eyeballs, and run leads as big as my wrist to the frame." * * * * * The approach was made, and the fourth planet out from that strange sun was selected as a ground. That planet was not at all like Earth. It had very little water, very little atmosphere, and very little vegetation.


She lifted her lips to be kissed; and the kiss was long and sweet. * * * * * Time flew past until, one day a couple of weeks short of arrival, Adams rushed up to Deston and Jones.


No, after this long, it must be the ship. Not navigable, of course?" "Not in subspace, and only so so in normal. The Chaytors are O. K.


"And we wanted a girl, so she is. Barbara Bernice Jones, her name is. A living doll." Although both pregnancies were well advanced, neither was very near full term.


Thus, certain determinants, notably the all important delta prime sub mu, become manipulable by ... but you aren't _listening_!" "I'm listening, pops, but nothing is coming through.


At this moment Wendy was grand. 'These are my last words, dear boys,' she said firmly. 'I feel that I have a message to you from your real mothers, and it is this: "We hope our sons will die like English gentlemen."'


The pirates respectfully cleared a passage for him, and it was only when he brought up against the bulwarks that he spoke. 'Hide me,' he cried hoarsely. They gathered round him; all eyes averted from the thing that was coming aboard. They had no thought of fighting it. It was Fate.


Hook was not his true name. To reveal who he really was would even at this date set the country in a blaze; but as those who read between the lines must already have guessed, he had been at a famous public school; and its traditions still clung to him like garments, with which indeed they are largely concerned.


It was Smee who tied her to the mast. 'See here, honey,' he whispered, 'I'll save you if you promise to be my mother.' But not even for Smee would she make such a promise. 'I would almost rather have no children at all,' she said disdainfully.


'Five.' How Slightly longed to say it. He wetted his lips to be ready, but Hook came staggering out, without his lantern. 'Something blew out the light,' he said a little unsteadily. 'Something!' echoed Mullins. 'What of Cecco?' demanded Noodler. 'He's as dead as Jukes,' said Hook shortly.


'Then here's to Johnny Plank,' he cried brazenly, hating the boys more than ever because they had seen him unbend. He broke into the villainous ditty: 'Yo ho, yo ho, the frisky plank, You walks along it so, Till it goes down and you goes down To Davy Jones below!'


No one spoke except Slightly. 'Three,' he said. Hook rallied his dogs with a gesture. ''Sdeath and odds fish,' he thundered, 'who is to bring me that doodle doo?' 'Wait till Cecco comes out,' growled Starkey, and the others took up the cry.


'I've heard,' muttered Mullins, 'he always boards the pirate craft at last. Had he a tail, captain?'


'Dark and sinister man,' Peter answered, 'have at thee.' Without more words they fell to, and for a space there was no advantage to either blade. Peter was a superb swordsman, and parried with dazzling rapidity; ever and anon he followed up a feint with a lunge that got past his foe's defence, but his shorter reach stood him in ill stead, and he could not drive the steel home.


For we have come to his last moment. Seeing Peter slowly advancing upon him through the air with dagger poised, he sprang upon the bulwarks to cast himself into the sea. He did not know that the crocodile was waiting for him; for we purposely stopped the clock that this knowledge might be spared him: a little mark of respect from us at the end.


Fifteen paid the penalty for their crimes that night; but two reached the shore: Starkey to be captured by the redskins, who made him nurse for all their papooses, a melancholy come down for a pirate; and Smee, who henceforth wandered about the world in his spectacles, making a precarious living by saying he was the only man that Jas. Hook had feared.


Some of the miscreants leapt into the sea; others hid in dark recesses, where they were found by Slightly, who did not fight, but ran about with a lantern which he flashed in their faces, so that they were half blinded and fell an easy prey to the reeking swords of the other boys.


As he swam he had but one thought: 'Hook or me this time.' He had ticked so long that he now went on ticking without knowing that he was doing it.


Hook was fighting now without hope. That passionate breast no longer asked for life; but for one boon it craved: to see Peter bad form before it was cold for ever.


These I intended to use in a lecturing tour for spreading the Zionist propaganda in the United States.


Two months after my return from America, an event occurred which gave impetus to these projects.


More amenities were exchanged, the upshot of which was that my four friends and I were given permission to sleep at the inn  a humble place, but infinitely better than the mosque.


To add to our troubles, the Turkish officers, with characteristic fatalism, had made no commissary provision for us whatever.


As they speak seldom of their children, of their women folk never, the conversation was limited to generalities about the crops and the weather, or to the recitation of never ending tales of Abou Zeid, the famous hero of the Beni Hilal, or of Antar the glorious.


Kitchener had a narrow escape of it (one of his fellow officers was shot dead close by him), but he went calmly ahead and completed his maps, splendid large scale affairs which have never since been equaled  and which are now in use by the Turkish and German armies!


From our total number about three hundred (including four young men from our village and myself) were picked out and told to make ready to start at once for Saffêd, a town in the hills of northern Galilee near the Sea of Tiberias, where our garrison was to be located.


Some of them go so far as to cut off a finger or two.


The nations of Europe laughed at this visit and its transparent purpose, but it was all part of the scheme which won for the Germans the concessions for the Konia Bagdad Railway, and made them owners of the double valley of the Euphrates and Tigris.


They dominate the Persian routes toward Tauris and Teheran as well; and last, but not least, the Gulf branch of Zobeir.


This was arranged in short order, although I am healthy looking and the doctor found some difficulty in hitting on an appropriate ailment.


He had not dared to kill the real criminal,  the officer,  for he knew that this would not only bring death to his family, but would call down terrible suffering on all the Christians of Nazareth. [ILLUSTRATION: NAZARETH, FROM THE NORTHEAST] When I learned of this tragedy, I determined to get out of the army and return to my village at all costs.


The groans of my older comrades, whose gasps and prayers I could hear through the walls of the cell, helped me bear the agony until unconsciousness mercifully came to the rescue.


The oppressive tragedy of the situation settled down on me more and more heavily as the day wore on and heat and fatigue told on my companions.


A sinister command, this: we knew that similar measures had been taken before the terrible Armenian massacres, and we felt that some such fate might be in preparation for our people.


The people of our village had nothing to do but dig up the treasured arms and, with broken hearts, hand them over to the authorities. And so the terrible news was brought to us one morning that we were free.


The oranges were rotting on the trees because the annual Liverpool market was closed to Palestine, and other crops were in similar case. The country was short, too, of petroleum, sugar, rice, and other supplies, and even of matches.


That this craving for work should have troubled me so often, when I had no paper, pens, and ink by me, and that it never, by any chance, visits me now, when I am careful to be in a position to gratify it, is a matter over which I have often puzzled. But when it does come I shall be ready for it.


He explained to her that I was going to Germany, and she said: "Oh! take a pillow with you. They don't give you any pillows  not like our pillows  and it's _so_ wretched, you'll never get a decent night's rest if you don't take a pillow." She said: "You can have a little bag made for it, and it doesn't look anything."


Young Smith, the Secretary of our Photographic Club, called at nine to ask me to take him a negative of the statue of the dying Gladiator in the Munich Sculpture Gallery. I told him that I should be delighted to oblige him, but that I did not intend to take my camera with me.


She said that they did not understand tea in Germany, but that with that I should be independent of them.


He said: "Well, as a matter of fact, they are both right. You see, up in those hilly districts, the weather changes very quickly. In the morning it may be blazing hot, and you will be melting, and in the evening you may be very glad of a flannel shirt and a fur coat."


She said that they did not understand tea in Germany, but that with that I should be independent of them. She opened the case, and explained its contents to me. It certainly was a wonderfully complete arrangement.


At all events, I have got everything into one small bag. I should like to have taken that tea arrangement  it would have done so nicely to play at shop with in the train!  but B. would not hear of it.


He said: "Oh! take as much advice as you like; that always comes in useful to give away. But, for goodness sake, don't get carrying all that stuff about with you. People will take us for Gipsies."


B. said: "What I like to do, during a sea passage, is to go to sleep, and then wake up and find that I am there."


At the moment the man came up to me she was trying to stand on her head; and before he had finished speaking she had given up this attempt, in which, however, she had very nearly succeeded, and had, apparently, decided to now play at getting out of the water altogether. And this is what he called being a "bit skittish!"


But as the story progressed, he appeared to take a positive dislike to the dog, and only yawned each time that it was mentioned. Indeed, towards the end, I think, though I trust I am mistaken, I heard him mutter, "Oh, damn the dog!"


I got up very early this morning. I do not know why I got up early. We do not start till eight o'clock this evening. But I don't regret it  the getting up early I mean. It is a change. I got everybody else up too, and we all had breakfast at seven. I made a very good lunch.


When men have nothing else to occupy their minds, they take to thinking. Having nothing better to do until B. arrived, I fell to musing.


Books and papers had been written and printed; so that if I wished to beguile the journey by reading, I could do so.


Books and papers had been written and printed; so that if I wished to beguile the journey by reading, I could do so. At various places on the route, thoughtful Society had taken care to be ready for me with all kinds of refreshment (her sandwiches might be a little fresher, but maybe she thinks new bread injurious for me).


One of those seafaring men said to me once: "Now, if ever you are going a short passage, and are at all nervous, you lay in a good load. It's a good load in the hold what steadies the ship. It's them half empty cruisers as goes a rollin' and a pitchin' and a heavin' all over the place, with their stern up'ards half the time. You lay in ballast."


Advantages of Possessing a Conscience That Does Not Get Up Too Early.  Villainy Triumphant.  Virtue Ordered Outside.  A Homely English Row.


After our luggage had been examined, we went into the buffet. My instinct had not misled me: there I found hot coffee, and rolls and butter. I ordered two coffees with milk, some bread, and some butter. I ordered them in the best German I knew.


Not being aware of this, B. and I made no haste to secure places, and, in consequence, when, having finished our coffee, we leisurely strolled up and opened the carriage door we saw that every seat was already booked. A bag was in one space and a rug in another, an umbrella booked a third, and so on.


These two stout ones, however  the German and one of the Belgians  seemed inclined to dispute the award, and called up the station master.


Coffee and Rolls.  Difficulty of Making French Waiters understand German.


But at three o'clock on a chilly morning one's moral sensibilities are not properly developed. The average man's conscience does not begin work till eight or nine o'clock  not till after breakfast, in fact. At three a.m. he will do things that at three in the afternoon his soul would revolt at.


The business is generally accomplished by an organ grinder or a little child (I would back the latter, at all events  give it a fair chance  to awaken anything in this world that was not stone deaf, or that had not been dead for more than twenty four hours); and if an organ grinder or a little child had been around Ostend station that morning, things might have been different.


They took no notice of my warning, and caught hold of my Gladstone. I resisted feebly, but was over powered, and went to sleep again.


We look out, through half closed eyes, upon the parched, level, treeless land; upon the little patchwork farms of corn and beetroot, oats and fruit, growing undivided, side by side, each looking like a little garden dropped down into the plain; upon the little dull stone houses.


I took two cups of coffee, as usual  one for B., and one for myself  and, bringing them to the table, looked round for B. I could not see him anywhere. What had become of him? I had not seen him, that I could recollect, for hours. I did not know where I was, or what I was doing.


Of course, the man did not understand; but I am accustomed to witnessing the confusion of foreigners when addressed in their native tongue, and so forgave him  especially as, the victuals being well within reach, language was a matter of secondary importance.


I also told them that they could dismiss any idea of ransom from their minds at once, unless they were prepared to take I.O.U.'s, as it was against the principles of our family to pay cash for anything  certainly not for relatives.


He starts up, begs my pardon, and sinks back into oblivion. I am too sleepy to pick up the bag. It lies there on the floor. The unjust man uses it for a footstool.


Got some cousins at Leige  only second ones. Most of my first ones live at Maestricht"; and so on all the way to Cologne. I do not believe we passed a single town or village that did not possess one or more specimens of this man's relatives.


My grandfather used to live there; he's dead now." "There's the Royal chateau  here, just on this side.


But the girl does tell him so, and also implies that she has something else to do than to stand there all day talking bed gossip with him. "Well, just show me how to start," he says, "which way you get into it, and then I won't keep you any longer; I'll puzzle out the rest for myself."


on top?" "Yes, sir." "Well, then where are the clothes?" "Underneath, sir."


He said this sentence in English; and the precision and fluency with which he delivered it rather suggested the idea that it was a phrase much in request, and one that he had had a good deal of practice in. It is very prevalent throughout Germany, this custom of not allowing you to go in to see a thing unless you pay.


B. is accustomed to German beds, and doubled himself up and went off to sleep without the slightest difficulty.


We have been to bed this afternoon, and are now having another breakfast; and I am not quite sure whether it is yesterday or to morrow, or what day it is. I shall not attempt to write up this diary in the orthodox manner, therefore; but shall fix in a few lines whenever I have half an hour with nothing better to do.


We washed ourselves in the Rhine at Cologne (we had not had a wash since we had left our happy home in England). We started with the idea of washing ourselves at the hotel; but on seeing the basin and water and towel provided, I decided not to waste my time playing with them.


The chambermaid explains that there are two pillows on the bed already, indicating, as she does so, two flat cushions, each one a yard square, placed one on top of the other at one end of the mixture.


We appealed to the chambermaid. We explained to her that we wanted to wash  to clean ourselves  not to blow bubbles. Could we not have bigger basins and more water and more extensive towels?


Silence teaches us how little we are  how great we are. In the world's market places we are tinkers, tailors, apothecaries, thieves  respectable or otherwise, as the case may be  mere atoms of a mighty machine  mere insects in a vast hive.


We went to bed after our wash. To the _blase_ English bed goer, accustomed all his life to the same old hackneyed style of bed night after night, there is something very pleasantly piquant about the experience of trying to sleep in a German bed. He does not know it is a bed at first.


But God's Silence dwells in all alike, only driven forth at times by the tinkling of bells and the mumbling of prayers; and, in them, it is good to sit awhile and have communion with her.


Cologne was the cradle of German art. Talk about art and the old masters. Treat them in a kindly and gentle spirit. They are dead now.