| | 83 | Author: | Russell, Frank | Add | | | Title: | An Apache Medicine Dance  | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | There are at present no men or women among the Jicarillas who have power to
heal the sick and perform other miracles that entitle them to rank as medicine
men or women—at least none who are in active "practice and are at all popular.
This being the case, medicine feasts have not been held for several years on the
reservation; but in August and September, 1898, two such feasts were conducted
by Sotlin, an old Apache
woman who now resides at the Pueblo of San Ildefonso. Sotlin made the journey of nearly a hundred miles
to the Jicarillas on a burro. She was delayed for some time on the way by the
high waters of Chama creek, so that rumors of her arrival were repeatedly spread
for some weeks before she actually appeared. For festive dances the agent or his
representative, the clerk at Dulce, issues extra rations of beef and flour, and
the Indiana buy all the supplies their scanty means will permit from the
traders. Supplies, at least of things edible, do not keep well in an Indian
camp, and the successive postponements of date threatened to terminate in a
"feast" without provision, when at length Sotlin arrived. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 84 | Author: | Russell, Bertrand | Add | | | Title: | Political ideals | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | In dark days, men need a clear faith and a well-grounded hope; and as
the outcome of these, the calm courage which takes no account of
hardships by the way. The times through which we are passing have
afforded to many of us a confirmation of our faith. We see that the
things we had thought evil are really evil, and we know more
definitely than we ever did before the directions in which men must
move if a better world is to arise on the ruins of the one which is
now hurling itself into destruction. We see that men's political
dealings with one
another are based on wholly wrong ideals, and can
only be saved by quite different ideals from continuing to be a source
of suffering, devastation, and sin. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 89 | Author: | Smith, F. Hopkinson | Add | | | Title: | Tom Grogan | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | SOMETHING worried Babcock. One could see that from the impatient gesture
with which he turned away from the ferry window on learning he had half an
hour to wait. He paced the slip with hands deep in his pockets, his head
on his chest. Every now and then he stopped, snapped open his watch and shut
it again quickly, as if to hurry the lagging minutes. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 92 | Author: | Spencer, Herbert, 1820-1903. | Add | | | Title: | The Man versus the State | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | Most of those who now pass as Liberals, are Tories of a new
type. This is a paradox which I propose to justify. That I may
justify it, I must first point out what the two political parties
originally were; and I must then ask the reader to bear with me
while I remind him of facts he is familiar with, that I may
impress on him the intrinsic natures of Toryism and Liberalism
properly so called. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
| 96 | Author: | Tolstoy, Leo graf, 1828-1910 | Add | | | Title: | Hadji Murad | | | | Published: | 2001 | | | | Subjects: | University of Virginia Library, Text collection | UVA-LIB-Text | | | | Description: | I WAS returning home by the fields. It was midsummer; the hay harvest
was over, and they were just beginning to reap the rye. At that season
of the year there is a delightful variety of flowers — red white and
pink scented tufty clover; milk-white ox-eye daisies with their bright
yellow centres and pleasant spicy smell; yellow honey-scented rape
blossoms; tall campanulas with white and lilac bells, tulip-shaped;
creeping vetch; yellow red and pink scabious; plantains with
faintly-scented neatly-arranged purple, slightly pink-tinged blossoms;
cornflowers, bright blue in the sunshine and while still young, but
growing paler and redder towards evening or when growing old; and
delicate quickly-withering almond-scented dodder flowers. I gathered a
large nosegay of these different flowers, and was going home,
when I noticed in a ditch, in full bloom, a beautiful thistle plant of
the crimson kind, which in our neighborhood they call "Tartar," and
carefully avoid when mowing — or, if they do happen to cut it down,
throw out from among the grass for fear of pricking their hands.
Thinking to pick this thistle and put it in the center of my nosegay, I
climbed down into the ditch, and, after driving away a velvety
bumble-bee that had penetrated deep into one of the flowers and had
there fallen sweetly asleep, I set to work to pluck the flower. But this
proved a very difficult task. Not only did the stalk prick on every
side — even through the handkerchief I wrapped round my hand — but it
was so tough that I had to struggle with it for nearly five minutes,
breaking the fibres one by one; and when I had at last plucked it, the
stalk was all frayed, and the flower itself no longer seemed so fresh
and beautiful. Moreover, owing to a coarseness and stiffness, it did
not seem in place among the delicate blossoms of my nosegay. I felt
sorry to have vainly destroyed a flower that looked beautiful in its
proper place, and I threw it away. | | | Similar Items: | Find |
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