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Mothers' stories

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Mothers' stories a rare collection of stories for boys and girls
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1 v. (unpaged) : ill. (some col.) ; 26 cm.

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Children's stories ( lcsh )
Children's poetry ( lcsh )
Children -- Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Conduct of life -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Brothers and sisters -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Pets -- Juvenile literature ( lcsh )
Children's stories -- 1892 ( lcsh )
Children's poetry -- 1892 ( lcsh )
Baldwin -- 1892
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Children's stories
Children's poetry
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United States -- Illinois -- Chicago
United States -- Pennsylvania -- Philadelphia
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Frontispiece printed in colors.
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Contains prose and verse.
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superbly illustrated.

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Whom Hhall \e GFhank?

LITTLE boy had sought the
pump,
From which the sparkling
water bursts,
And drank with eager joy
that draught
That kindly quenched his raging thirst.
Then gracefully he touched his cap—
“T thank you, Mr. Pump,” he said,
“For this nice drink you’ve given me!’
(This little boy has been well-bred.)



Then said the Pump: “My little man,
You're welcome to what I have done;

But I am not the one to thank—
I only help the water run.” .

“Oh, then,” the little fellow said, ©
(Polite he always meant to be)

“Cold water, please accept my thanks;
You have been very kind to me.”

“Ah!” said Cold Water, “don’t thank me;
Far up the hillside lives the Spring
That sends me forth with generous hand
To gladden every living thing.”
“Tl thank thee, Spring, then,” said the
boy—
And gracefully he bowed his head.



“Oh, don’t thank me, my little man,”
The Spring in silvery accents said.

“Oh, don’t thank me; for what am I
Without the dew or summer rain?
Without their aid I ne’er could quench
Your thirst, my little boy, again.”’

“Oh, well, then,” said the little boy,
“I'll gladly thank the rain and dew.”

“Pray don’t thank us—without the sun,
We could not fill one cup for you.”

“Then, Mr. Sun, ten thousand thanks
For all that thou hast done for me.”
“Stop,” said the Sun, with blushing face,
“My little man, pray don’t thank me.
"Twas from the ocean’s mighty stores
I drew the draught I gave to thee.”
“Oh, Ocean, thanks!” then said the boy—
It echoed back: “Not unto me.”

“Not unto me, but unto Him
Who formed the depths in which I lie—

‘Go, give thy thanks, my little boy,

To Him who doth thy wants supply.”
The boy then took his cap and said,
In tones so gentle and subdued:
"Qh, God, I thank thee for the gift—
Thou art the giver of all good.”





\Ohistling [P\armots.

ANY strange animals inhabit the mountains of
the west, and it was once my pleasure to have
a pleasant experience with some of the most
curious animals that nature has produced.

A party of us had started for the mountains
on a hunt, from which we expected a great deal
of pleasure. One bright day, after enjoying our
noon-day lunch, we passed through a beautiful
piece of bottom land blooming with flowers, red
and yellow monthly musk fringing the banks of
the stream, where it spread out over the meadow
in a dozen different channels. One of our men
wanted to stop and take up a homestead there,
but one of our guards said: ‘Too much plenty
snow in winter,” and after quenching our thirst
at the creek we passed on. Another turn
brought us to the base of a steep, bare, stony

mountain. Skirting this and climbing over some big rocks we suddenly came

into a lovely, grassy country. Like a prairie in summer, every variety of flower
seemed to bloom and blossom in the grass; the place was ablaze with red, blue,
yellow and white. We must have passed several hundred acres of it, and every
here and there a rippling stream ran through it. The place was a perfect
‘Paradise, and we stood in the bright, warm sunshine thankful to’ get out of the
dark valley from which we had just come. We pushed onward until evening,
when we camped under Sentinel Rock, about a mile from the divide which
separated us from the valley beyond. After supper, while smoking our pipes
and telling stories, suddenly the mountain skies seemed to be alive with men
whistling to one another; when one would turn sharp around only to hear
another and shriller “Whew!” on the other side; and soon we saw lots of animals,

about the size of a fox, with long, bushy tails, running about from rock to rock, .

sometimes lying down, but more often sitting bolt up, erect, like a ferret. We

shot a couple of small ones that night and afterward shot several more, larger
ones. Campbell called them whistling dogs and declared they were good to
eat, but the smell was enough for us. Their odor is peculiar, but not fragrant.

They have two long teeth in front, like a beaver, and feet shaped almost like





- squirrel’s feet. I believe their right name is mountain beaver. Wherever we
went afterward in the mountains, as long as there was grass, we saw these
whistling dogs, as we got to call them. I liked to see them; they seemed to
make the place cheerful and lively, and were very amusing to watch. In winter
they have long burrows under the snow and their coats get a dark gray; in
summer they are yellow. Their skins should make good fur, and I think would
pay for being trapped in the winter months.

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Something About [)oths.

@Y little sister Allie found a chrysalis one day last fall, and brought
(e it into the house. It was a long, curious-looking thing, and we
5 examined it carefully and finally laid it away on top of the clock
in the dining-room, and forgot all about it. When the clock was
dusted Anna always put it back, not knowing what it was, but thinking it was
something she mustn’t throw away.

One Sunday in February we had all been to church, except Rob, who had
a cold, and Allie, who was too little. When we got home Allie was dancing up
and down, and Rob was so excited he could only shout: “Look there! look!”
We looked, and there on top of the clock was calmly sitting one of the most
beautiful moths we had ever seen. Its wings were gold and brown and black
and other colors, and it was over four inches from tip to tip of its wings.

We were all so excited we could scarcely eat our dinners. By and by it
spread out its wings and went ona voyage of discovery around the room, we five
children all following after; until it finally litona geranium plant inthe window.
It flew about a good deal during the afternoon, but came so near hitting the
stove-pipe and burning itself that we finally caged it under a large wire cover.
We fed it sweetened water, and it put out its tongue and ate several times.

We kept it for two days, but on the third day it refused to fly when we
took the wire cover away, and also would not eat; so, as we couldn't bear to
see it starve to death, we mercifully chloroformed it, and we have its body yet,
perched on the hanging basket. We think it came from a tomato-worm, as it
was found in the tomato-patch. We should like to know its name. Mary B.

That is a pretty story, and reminds me of a small, white butterfly which I
saw hatched from a chrysalis in March, and which was alive and doing well
when a week old. It was an object of great interest to the whole household,
but what became of it I never heard.

Now let us hear from some one else.



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ones there are often born, brought up and spend their days in boats.

The whole family of the boatman eat and sleep in the little cabin. The
children play about the deck. The Dutch women are very neat, and they keep
the cabin as nice asa parlor. The space is small on the boat, but the home is
just as it would be on the land. The growing plants and pussy eating her
milk seem to be odd sights on a boat.

Some of the vessels go out to sea. The family goes with them. The
fisherman often has his wife and children on board. . The mother
of the little. ones has to work like a man. She helps catch the fish and
land them. Sometimes mamma has to steer the boat. Sometimes she and
the boys have. to drag the boat with a rope while papa steers. In Holland dogs
have to work for their living. They are harnessed to small carts or wagons.
They draw the milk, butter and cheese, fruit and vegetables to market. The
farmer's wife usually goes with them and sells the load in the city. I have
seen carts and wagons drawn by from one to four dogs. Sometimes half a
dozen of the little ones take a ride for pleasure.

The children in Holland, as in America and England, are very fond of
flying kites. The country is flat and the winds are steady. The boys and girls
of the poorer classes wear wooden shoes. They are heavy and clumsy and
make a clumping noise when the wearer walks on the floor or pavement. Little
girls wear caps like grandmothers.



















©randmother’s ©hristmas Gree.

OW busy the children were, knitting
and sewing
For grandmother’s Christmas-tree!
There were lace caps and wristers
and woolen shoes growing
Into beautiful objects to see!



It was the notion of Susie, the youngest of all,

That the surprise should be grandma’s this
year;

‘‘She’s such a nice lady, in such a nice shawl,

And her footsteps are trembling and queer!

“She’s got bonbons that nobody scolds me
for eating,

And dolls that ave tiny and stout,

Which she gives me when somebody else
has been treating

Me badly!’ Sue lisped, with a pout.

So it soon was decided to accept these rea-
sons

Why grandma should have this great honor;

And her presents were made on the sly at
all seasons

With loving delight by each donor.

Dear grandma was dressed in silken array,

When the bright Christmas Eve had come
round;

And the doors flung aside, lo! out shot a ray

From each twig on the huge fir’s dark ground!

And presents—they dangled in crowds every-
where, ;
Till it looked like a fairy’s bazar;
And the children cried out, with pride in
their air:
“This fine tree is for you, grandmamma!”

Then grandmother stared, and grandmother

laughed,

And she courtesied in old-fashioned style,

And she piped: “I declare, I believe I’ve
gone daft,

Or have fallen to dreaming awhile!



“Well, well, little pets, I’ll accept the bright
tree,
That shall light me far on my old way;
And now take your presents, which I hope
will be
Worthy children so kind and so gay!”

So down sat old grandma inher high-backed
old chair;

But they brought to her gift after gift,

With many a speech and well-wishing prayer,

Till her treasures she scarcely could lift.

“For nobody else,” cried the children in glee,

“Can have presents at this Christmas-tide!

Papa says perhaps that at New Year’s there’ll
be

Something for us!” (Their hope they can’t
hide).

“But, grandma, you have been so kein and
so sweet,

And asked nothing of us at all,

That no wonder we gave you these presents
so neat— .

Are you sure that you've quite seenthem all?”

And up the old lady got then with a look

That shone as a girl’s for delight;

And raising both hands, which like autumn
leaves shook,

She blessed them on left and on right,

The effect upon Sue, of the blessing, was this,

That she sang out a nursery song,

And danced down the room with a face full
of bliss,

While the others all scampered along;

And round the tall tree they joined hands in
a ring,
And capered and crowed full of glee;
Their kind thoughts had made such a capital
thing
Of their gay Christmas ye: as you see,
—Rose HawTHorne Larurop,



@he Puffin.

HAT a queer looking little bird this is! It is called the puffin,
and rightly it is named, for its head seems puffed out until it is
a good deal too large for its body. Its wings are short and the
bird is not much of a flyer, but what he lacks in this he more
than makes up in his ability to dive and swim. Were you to
visit the island home of these birds you would find on every crag a puffin, at

the entrance of every
hole another, and
though the sea would
be filled with them
their burrows would
be alive with young
birds of different ages
and sizes. The air
would be alive with
them, each one hold-
ing a small fish by
the head; the island would be honeycombed with underground passages, over
which you could not walk without danger of falling through at every step. From
beneath your feet would come the sound of young puffins like voices from the
grave, and an odor almost unbearable. They areclosely allied to auks, which also
are very numerous in the Polar regions. Although the puffin has been brought
into lower latitudes he seems unable to exist outside of his home among the ice
and snow, and there we must go to find himas heis. How wonderful that these
birds can exist in such countless numbers amidst the ice and snow of the Arctic
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PEASANT once went out with a pair of oxen to plough. As
soon as they were in the fields the horns of the two naimals
began to grow, and kept on growing all day, till by the time they
had returned home they had grown too large to get in at the
stable door. Luckily a butcher came by, to whom the oxen were
soon made over, and the bargain settled in thismanner. The peasant agreed
to carry to the butcher a quart of rape seed, and for every seed the butcher
promised to pay a dollar, which was a first-rate bargain, although payment for
the oxen was included in it.

The peasant went home, and very soon returned with the rape seed for
the butcher, but on the way he dropped one seed. The butcher counted the
seeds, and paid for them justly; but if the peasant had not lost that one seed
he would have had another dollar. : However, he set out to return home quite
satisfied, but on reaching the place where the seed had dropped what was
his surprise to find that it had taken root and grown into a tree, the top of
which reached to heaven!

Then thought the peasant, ‘I should like to have a peep at what they are
about up there, and see what the angels are doing, and here is a splendid
opportunity.” So heclimbed up the tree, and, peeping in, saw the angels at
work threshing oats, and stood watching them for some time.

Presently, as he stood there, he felt the tree on which he stood totter
under him. He looked through the branches, and saw that they were cutting
it down. “If I should fall from such a terrible height as this it would be ter-
rible,” he thought; and in his trouble he scarcely knew what to do.

There seemed, however, nothing better than take a piece of cord which lay
near the heaps of chaff, and let himself down by it. But before he did so he’



laid hold of a hatchet and a flail which the angels had left behind them, and,
tying them both to the rope, slid gently down from the tree. When he reached
the earth, however, he sunk into a hole so deep that it was fortunate he hada
hatchet with him, for with it he was able to cut stepsin the sideof the hole and

_ climb once more into daylight.

He took care to carry the hatchet and the flail with him, that no one might
doubt his story when he related it.

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Boys [M\ay \Mhistle.



A RANDMA GOFF said a curious | “Boys may whistle, but girls may not.”
5 YF. thing— A whistle’s a song with the noise knocked
LM “Boys may whistle but girls must out;
Para sing.” Strayed off somewhere down ‘in the throat,
That’s the very thing I heard her say Everything lost but the changeful note.

To Kate, no longer than yesterday. ° ;
eed e ee a So if the boys.can whistle and do it well,

“Boys may whistle.” Of course they may, | Why cannot girls, will somebody tell?
If they pucker their lips the proper way, Why can’t they do what a boy can do?
But for the life of me I can’t see That is the thing I should like to know.

Why Kate can't whistle as well as me. ;
I went to father and asked him why

“Boys may whistle, but girls must sing.” | Girls couldn’t whistle as well as I.
Now I call that a curious thing. And he said: “The reason that girls must sing
If boys can whistle, why can’t girls too? Is because a girl’s a sing—ular thing.”

It’s the easiest thing in the world to do ‘
And grandma laughed till I knew she’d ache,

First you do that, and then you do this— When I said I thought it all a mistake.

Just like you were fixing up for a kiss. “Never mind, little man,” I heard her say;
It’s a very poor girl, that’s all I say, “They will make you whistle enough some
Who can’t make out to do that way. day.”




















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gy ITTLE MAY lived with her parents in a small cottage just outside

3 the village. The railroad track was but a short distance from
her home, and May had often been told not to go near there.
While May was a good little girl in many ways she had one
naughty habit ofrunning off from her home. Her mamma had
tried to break her of this, but with no success.

In all her wanderings her constant companion was her good
dog, Carlo, a large Newfoundland, which had been given to
her by her father when she was three years old.

Carlo seemed to know that May ought not to go away from home, and
when she started he always tried his best to bring her back. He would grasp
her dress in his mouth and pull, as much as to say: ‘Don’t go, May, but stay
and play with me.” Sometimes he succeeded, and then his joyful bark rang
out. At such times May's mamma knew that her little girl was playing safely



in the yard.

One bright, sunny morning May went out to play with Carlo and her
dollies, but becoming weary, and noticing that the gate was open, she passed
through and went down the road. Old Carlo was in great trouble. He placed
himself in her way and barked, but to no purpose; little May was bound to have
her way. May wandered on, picking flowers by the road-side, singing gayly
to herself, until she reached the railroad track. Here she sat down and began
to play with the pebbles which she found there. Tired with her walk, she soon
fell asleep, and lay down upon the track, unconscious of any danger. Carlo lay
by her side, watching her carefully, when the roar of a coming train was heard.
Carlo sprang to his feet; the train came dashing around the curve at full speed.
Little May slept on. Carlo barked as loud as he could and did his. utmost to
stop the train. The engineer saw the little girl, reversed the engine, put on the
brakes and closed his eyes, for he could not bear to see the little thing crushed
to pieces. Suddenly Carlo turned, grasped little May in his mouth and threw
her off the track. Little May was unhurt, but alas! poor Carlo was caught by
the passing train and crushed todeath. Poorlittle May went home crying with
terror, and at last succeeded in telling her mamma that poor Carlo was dead.
May’s papa went to the track, brought back the remains of poor Carlo and
buried him beneath the apple-tree in the yard. Long and lovingly little May
attended his grave; flowers were planted upon it and watered daily. But you
may be sure that little May was cured of her habit of running away.































































































































































ROVER TO THE RESCUE.



@he @euids.

“ENTURIES ago there flourished in Gaul and Britain a sect of
Pagan priests named Druids. Wehave no complete history
of them, but in England and France are many relics of their life
in the shape of ruins of their rude stone temples. One of these

@ which has attracted much attention is foundin a deep, rocky glen
in London. A picture of itis before you.

Czesar, the Roman general who invaded Britain in the early part of the
Christian era, has given the clearest account of themthatwe have. He tells us
that they attended worship, performed sacrifices and explained matters of re-

ligion. They fixed re-
wards and punishment,
settled nearly all pub-
lic and private punish-
ments, and woe beun-
tothe man who dared to
dispute their decrees,
whether his station was
high or low. Many of
the youths af that day
gathered around them
for the sake of educa-
tion. These priests en-
joyed the highest honor
in the nation. They
had one chief who pos-
sessed full authority over them. Upon his death he was succeeded by the
most prominent member of the order. If there were several equally promi-
nent the chief was elected by the remainder. Notwithstanding their power
in settling quarrels between individuals and communities the election of the
chief sometimes led to war among themselves.

They assembled at some sacred place once a year, and thence journeyed
all who had disputes or questions which they wished to settle.

They took no part in war; they paid no taxes, and were not called upon
for military services or any public burden. It was these privileges, undoubt-
edly, which led many to join them.

It is said that a great part of the education given the youth of that day,

















by the Druids, consisted in committing to memory a large number of verses.
They did not use writing. In fact, they considered it an unholy thing to com-
mit their knowledge to writing. They believed men’s souls after death did
not perish, but passed from one individual to another.

They lived mostly in groves of oak timber, the oak being with them a
sacred tree. If mistletoe was found upon the oak it added to its sacredness,
as the mistletoe was considered the highest of all plants, an antidote for poi-
sons, anda cure for almost all diseases.

They knew something of astronomy, but little of other branches of know-
ledge.

For some reason the Romans took a strong dislike to them, possibly be-
cause they refused to pay taxes and to perform public services. Whatever
was the cause the Romans took active steps to destroy them, and with success.
Nevertheless their superstition continued to hold power over many of the peo-
ple, and there is little doubt that even to this day they have an influence over
the descendants of the Celtic tribes, among whom the Druids flourished.





AQ Had Story.

~/ H me!” said the sponge. ‘Dear! dear! dear! well-a-day!”

‘‘Whatisthe matter?” askedthebath-tub. ‘Have
you been squeezed too hard, or has the nurse rubbed
soap on you again? I know soap never agrees with
you.”

“Tam rather exhausted by the squeezing, I con-
fess, replied the sponge; “but it wasnot for that I
sighed. Iam gradually getting used to these daily

wa?) tortures.

“But I was thinking about the past; about my beau-
tiful home, from which I was so cruelly torn, and about the happy,
happy life I led there.”

“Tell me about it,” said the bath-tub. ‘You have told me before, but I
always find it interesting. My home was in a tin-shop, as you are aware. The
BOrIeLy was good, but it was rather a dull place, on the whole. You lived, you
say’ —

“On the coast of Syria,” said the sponge, with a sigh—‘‘the coast of beau-
tiful Syria. There is a tiny bay, where the shore is bold androcky. The rocks
are bare above the water, but down below they are covered with lovely plants,
and fringed with gay mosses, beautiful to behold. The bottom of the sea is
covered with silver sand, and over it move the crimson and gold colored jelly-
fish, the scarlet star-fish, and a thousand other brilliant creatures, making the
neighborhood always attractive and delightful. On a certain ledge of oer
close by the bottom, I lived, as happy an nial as could be found in the Med-
iterranean Sea.”

“What do you mean?” interrupted the nail-brush, which was new, and very
ignorant. “You, an animal? I don’t believe it. If your back were bone, and
your hair pig-bristles, like mine, you might at least call yoursclt an animal
product; but you have no back that I can see, nor hair either.”

“You are extremely rude,” said the sponge. “But you know no better,
and ignorance should always be pitied rather than blamed. Iwas an animal,
my. young friend, though now, alas! I am only the skeleton of one.

“T lived, as I said, a very happy life on my rocky ledge. I never moved
from it. I had no occasion to do so, even if [had been provided with legs, as
many animals are. I never had any fancy fora roving life. To draw in the
warm, delicious water through the thousand small holes and canals of my







frame, and spout it out again through my large holes, was my chief occupation,
and one of which I was never weary. The water was full of tiny creatures of
all kinds, and these formed my food, and gave me always plenty to eat. In
the spring I was always busy with my maternal duties. I brought out hun-
dreds of lovely little, round eggs, yellow and white,—the prettiest eggs you
ever saw. Ina short time they put out tiny feelers, a sort of fringe of waving
lashes, like those things
on the nurse’s eyes; as
soon as they appeared
I knew my babies were
ready tocome out; and,
sure enough, they soon
broke through the egg-
covering, and, waving
their lashes, swam out
into the sea.

“At first they
stayed near me, de-
lighting my heart with
their pretty tricks; but
very soon they felt the
need of homes of their
own, and went off to
fix themselves on rocks
or coral-trees, and be-
come, in their turn,
full grown sponges,
like myself. I could
not complain, for I had
left my own mother in
the same way. I never
saw any of them again,
except one dear child,
who made his home on
the shell of a largecrab. sina
He grew finely; and became a noble sponge; but the crab never seemed to
mind him in the least, and carried him about with him wherever he went. In
this way he often passed near my ledge, and as the crab was a friendly and
sensible fellow we often had a pleasant chat together.

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“One day, one dreadful, dreadful day, I was talking thus with my son and
his landlord, when suddenly something huge anddark was seen above us, swim-
ming slowly downward through the clear water. At first] paidno attention to
it, Supposing it to be a shark, or some other large fish; but as it drew nearer I
saw that it was no fish, but a strange and horrible monster, the like of which
had never been seen under the sea. It had four long arms, something like those
of a cuttle-fish, only much less graceful, and divided at the end into five claws,
or feelers. (I have since learned that two of these arms are called legs, and
that the feelers are fingers and toes.) It had gleaming eyes, and in one claw
it had something bright and shining. Ah! it makes me cold to think of it. To
my horror the monster fixed his shining eyes on me, and swam directly toward _
my ledge. The crab scuttled off with my son on his back, and I was left alone
and helpless. I saw one of the long arms extended; the five feelers clutched
me in their grasp. I shrank down, and clung with all my might to the rock:
but in vain. The shining thing in the monster’s other claw was slipped under
me. It cut my delicate fibres; I felt them give way one by one; and at last,
with one terrible cut and a violent wrench, I was torn from my peaceful home;
torn from it, alas! forever!

“T was thrown into a bag full of other sponges, which the monster had slung
- about his middle; and then he pursued his path of destruction. I will pass
briefly over the dark days that followed—the drying in the sun, till all the life
was dried out of me; the fearful squeezing, with thousands of other wretches
like myself, into wooden cases; the voyage over seas; finally the exposure of
my bleached and miserable skeleton in the window of a druggist’s shop. All
of these things are too painful to be dwelt upon, and, as you know, I am now
resigned to my lot. I find in you a sympathizing friend. I have water given
me (though of very inferior quality) morning and night, and, were it not for the
soap and the squeezing, I should make nocomplaint. But often, as I hang
idly in my wire basket, my thoughts go back to my own dear home under the
Syrian shores; and I long for a draught of the warm, delicious water, for the
cool retirement of my rocky ledge, and for the sight of my dear son, riding

gracefully about on the back of his crab.”
—Laura E, RICHARDS.





G@he Pare and the P\edgehog.

T was a beautiful morning, about harvest time, the buckwheat was in
flower, the sun shining in the heavens, and the morning breeze
waving the golden corn-fields, while the lark sang blithely in the
clear, blue sky, and the bees were buzzing about the flowers. The
villagers seemed all alive; many of them were dressed in their best
clothes, hastening to the fair.

It was a lovely day, and all nature seemed happy, even to a
little hedgehog, who stood at his own door. He had his arms
folded, and was singing as merrily as little hedgehogs can do on a
pleasant morning. While he thus stood amusing himself, his little wife was
washing and dressing the children, and he thought he might as well go and see
how the field of turnips was getting on; for, as he and his family fed upon
them, they appeared like his own property. No sooner said than done. He
shut the house door after him and started off.

He had not gone farther than the little hedge bordering the turnip field
when he met a hare, who was on his way to inspect the cabbages, which he also
considered belonged to him. When the hedgehog saw the hare he wished him
“Good morning!” very pleasantly.

But the hare, who was a grand gentteman in his way, and not very good-
tempered, took no notice of the hedgehog’s greeting, but said in a most imper-
tinent manner: “How is it that you are running about the fields so early this
morning?”

“Tam taking a walk,” said the hedgehog.

“Taking a walk,” cried the hare, with a laugh; “I don’t think your legs are
much suited for walking.”

This answer made the hedgehog very angry. He could bear anything but
a reference to his bandy legs, so he said: “ You consider your legs are better
than mine, I suppose?”

‘Well, I rather think they are,” replied the hare.

‘I should like to prove it,” said the hedgehog. “I will wager anything
that if we were to run a race I should beat.”

“That is a capital joke,” cried the hare, ‘to think you could beat me with
your bandy legs. However, if you wish it, I have no objection to try. What
will you bet?”

‘A golden louis d’or and a bottle of wine.”

“Agreed,” said the hare: “and we may as well begin at once.”





“No, no,” said the hedgehog, “not in such a hurry as that. I must ge
home first and get something to eat. In half an hour I will be here again.”

The hare agreed to wait, and away went the hedgehog, thinking to himself:
“The hare trusts in his long legs, but I will conquer him. He thinks himself
a very grand gentleman, but he is only a stupid fellow, after all, and he will
have to pay for his pride.” .

On arriving at home, the hedgehog said to his wife: ‘‘ Wife, dress yourself
as quickly as possible; you must go to the field with me.”

‘‘What for?” she asked.

«Well, I have made a bet with the hare of a louis d’or and a bottle of
wine that I will: beat him in a race, which we are going to run.”

“Why, husband,” cried Mrs. Hedgehog, with a scream, “what are you:
thinking of? Have you lost your senses?”

“Hold your noise, ma’am,” said the hedgehog, “and don’t interfere with
my affairs. What do you know about a man’s business? Get ready at once to
go with me.” 3

What could Mrs. Hedgehog say after this? She could only obey and fol-
low her husband, whether she liked it or not. As they walked along, he said to
her: “Now, pay attention to what I say. You see that large field? Welt,
we are going to race across it. The hare will race in one furrow, and I in
another. All you have to do is to hide yourself in the furrow at the opposite
end of the field from which we start, and when the hare comes up to you, pop
up your head and say: ‘Here I ai.”

As they talked, the hedgehog and his wife reached the place in the field
where he wished her to stop, and then went back and found the hare at the
starting-place, ready to receive him.

“Do you really mean it?” he asked.

“Yes, indeed,” replied the hedgehog, “I am quite ready.”

“Then let us start at once,” and each placed himself in his furrow as. the
hare spoke. The hare counted ‘‘One, two, three,” and started like a whirlwind
across the field. The hedgehog, however, only rana few steps, and then popped
down in the furrow and remained still.

When the hare, at full speed, reached the end of the field the hedgehog’s
wife raised her head and cried: ‘‘Here I am.”

The hare stood still in wonder, for the wife was so like her husband that
he thought itmustbehim. “ There is something wrong about this,” he thought
“However, we'll have another try.” So he turned and flew across the field at
such a pace that his ears floated behind him.



The hedgehog’s wife, however, did not move, and, when the hare reached
_the other end, the husband was there, and cried: “Here I am.”

The hare was half beside himself with vexation, and he cried: “One more
_ try, one more.”

“T don’t mind,” said the hedgehog. “I will go on as long as you like.”

Upon this the hare set off running, and actually crossed the field seventy-
three times; and atone end the husband said: “Here am IJ,” and at the other
end the wife said the same. But at the seventy-fourth run the hare’s strength
came to an end, and he fell to the ground and owned himself beaten.

The hedgehog won the louis d’or and the bottle of wine, and, after calling
his wife out of the furrow, they went home together in very good spirits, toenjoy
it together; and, if they are not dead, they are living still.

The lesson to be learnt from this story is, first, that however grand a
person may think himself, he should never laugh at others whom he considers
inferior until he knows what they can do; and, secondly, that when a man
chooses a wife, he should take her from the class to which he himself belongs;
and if he isa hedgehog she should be one also.





@ Pip in the rook.

PNSe7| HEN childhood’s scenes before me
rise—
At twilight oft they will,—
Of all my memory quickest flies
To the brook beneath the hill
I see it sparkling on its way
Beneath the summer sun,
I hear it singing still its lay—
Journey and lay ne’er done.



Again a bare-footed boy Iam,
With ruddy cheeks and tanned,

Again I drive the wayward cows
Down to the pasture land;

Again I hear the piping quails
Amid the rustling corn,

Or pause to see the thrush’s nest

Again I loiter slowly home
Beside the rippling brook,

Stop at the old-time resting place,
All in a quiet nook.

And kneeling on the reedy brink,
Icool my heated brow—

Sweet memories, like summer rain,
Come and refresh e’en now.

Could I but tread that path again,
As once in boyhood’s glee,

Could I but lave within the brook,
And shake its bright drops free—

If memory can so cool my brow,
And ease this throbbing pain,

A dip beneath its sparkling wave
Would make me young again.

Hid in the spreading thorn. —S. 1. M.
Ce

GSS

Ghe Homeless Singer.

N acold, dark night, when the wind was biowing hard, Conrad, a worthy





} citizen of a little town in Germany, sat playing his flute, while Ursula,
a)

| his wife, was preparing supper. They heard a voice singing outside.
Tears filled the good man’s eyes as he said: ‘‘ What a fine, sweet voice!
What a pity it should be spoiled by being tried in such weather!”

“] think it is a voice of a child. Let us open the door and see,” said his
_ wife, who had lost a little boy not long before.

Conrad opened the door and saw a ragged child, who said, ‘Charity, good
sir, for Christ’s sake!”

“Come in, my little one,” said he; ‘you shall rest with me for the night.”

The boy said, “Thank God!” and entered. He was given some supper
and then he told them that he was the son of a poor miner, and wanted to b
a priest. He wandered about and sang, and lived on the money people gav
him. His kind friends would not let him talk much, but sent him to bed
When he was asleep they looked in upon him and were so pleased that the
determined to keep him, if he was willing. |

They sent him to school, and afterward he entered a monastery. Ther
he found a Bible, which he read, and from which he learned the way of life
He became the great preacher and reformer, Martin Luther.







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@A Pifle-|Mateh.



|HE soldiers at the fort where Hal lived had a rifle-
| match. They had their targets set up on a long, level
piece of ground near the fort. Each soldier tried to see
how many times he could hit the center of the target.
The one who could hit it the greatest number of times
was to get a gold medal.

Hal went with his mother to see them shoot. All
the ladies who lived at the fort went. There were
some visitors there, and they went also.

It was a very gay sight. The ladies all wore their.
finest dresses and the officers their uniforms. The
targets were bright-colored and flags were flying.

The rifles would go crack, crack, crack! At first Hal kept close by his
mamma’s side. He was just a little afraid, But pretty soon he got so inter-
ested that he forgot all about being timid.

Sometimes one of the men would hit the target right in the center. Then





every one would shout and wave their handkerchiefs. Hal never could find
his handkerchief in time to wave it, so he would clap his hands.

After the match was finished the men did some fancy shooting. They
held their rifles in-a great many queer ways. Sometimes they would fire from
‘under one arm, sometimes from over their shoulder. Hal wished that he could
. shoot like the men. He resolved that when he grew older he would practice
shooting until he could hit the center of the target.

The men did not seem to get tired of shooting, for they kept it up until it
grew. so dark they could not see the targets.

Hal was so tired that he had to be carried to the fort on his papa’s

shoulder
—Mrs. BusyHAND.

A
Siw 8@_ wv
~~ =e
am, aoe!

hat [P\ary Cave.

» HE gave an hour of patient care to her little baby sister, who was
cutting teeth.

- p She gave a string, and a crooked pin, and a great deal of good
advice, to the three-year-old brother who wanted to play at fishing.

She gave Ellen, the maid, a precious hour to go and visit her sick baby at
home, for Ellen was a widow, and left her child with its grandmother while she
worked to get bread for both.

She could not have seen them very often if our Mary had not offered to
attend the door while she was away.

But this is not all that Mary gave. She dressed herself so neatly and
looked so bright and kind and obliging, that she gave her mother a thrill of
pleasure whenever she caught sight of the young, pleasant face.

She wrote’a letter to her father, who was absent on business, and gave
patient attention to a long story by her grandmother, and when it was ended
made the old lady happy by a good-night kiss.

Thus she -had given valuable presents to six people, in one day, and yet
she had not a cent.







Jelly fish.

@ HILE all of our little readers are acquainted with many of
the living creatures upon the earth, we wonder if they are
as well informed upon the curious and interesting living
things which live beneath the waves of the ocean. In fact

the animal life of water is far more wonderful than that of

the earth. In the ocean are found living creatures of all
sizes, from those so small that they cannot be seen with the naked eye, to
monsters so large that we can hardly believe they exist. Someare wonderfully
beautiful, alive with all possible colors and tints of colors, while others have
the most unsightly and ugly forms. Perhaps, among the most interesting of
these animals living in the water, are Jelly-Fish, as they are called, of which
there are a great many different species, and yet, each specie keeps itself sep-
arate from the others, and millions upon millions of a kind are found together.
So numerous are they in some places that they not only crowd the surface
of the sea, but the water is full of them from the depth of six feet to the
surface.

The Jelly-Fish are so called from the spongy nature of their bodies. In
calm weather they come to the upper surface of the sea in great numbers, but
they are so delicate they cannot stand the dashing, tumbling waves. When
the water becomes rough they quickly descend to the quiet ocean depths,
They do this by letting the umbrella or mushroom-like top of their bodies fal
down the side of their tentacles, in the manner of the one shown in the picture.
These tentacles, as they are called, are the arms of the Jelly-Fish and are used
just as people use their arms to convey food to their mouth, but the mouth of -
the Jelly-Fish is in a strange place, being underneath the body. The stomach
is under the umbrella-like top. There is one specie, also, which has no mouth
whatever, food being absorbed through the branching vessels. The Jelly-Fish
is fortunate in having a great many eyes, and these are placed around the rim
of the umbrella-like top. The Jelly-Fish are sometimes called Sea-Nettles,
because when they touch human flesh they leave a keen, stinging pain, similar
to that one feels when stung by nettles, only it is sharper and with more of a
tingling sensation. The feeling is very disagreeable and increases until the
whole nervous system is affected, sometimes causing a pain to dart through the
body as if a rifle ball had passed there. People who have come in contact with
Jelly-Fish have been greatly alarmed, sometimes believing death would follow,
though this is seldom the case. This uncomfortable feeling may last for























































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































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several days, and you may be sure that people who bathe in the sea and
meet the Jelly-Fish once are very careful to keep out of his way after-
ward.

Another name the Jelly-Fish bear, and a very appropriate one, too, is that
of Sea-Lantern. They are so called because they have the power to send out
a light which looks beautiful in the night, and which always attracts the at-
tention of mariners when they come in sight of the shining object. If you can
imagine the surface of a large body of water covered with millions upon mil-
lions of fire-flies, each one sending out his little light, you can imagine faintly
thé beauty of the ocean when lighted up by the Jelly-Fish. When the sunlight
strikes upon these fish they reflect all the colors and tints of the rainbow, yet
such a sight is not so grand and imposing as when viewed in the darkness and
stillness of the night. It is, indeed, a wonderful sight to watch the silent
waters shining with Jelly-Fish in the night and contrast it with the surrounding
gloom. It also fills one with rapture to stand at mid-day and watch these
wonderful creatures pressing in great shoals through the clear waters, trailing
behind them their delicate fringes of waving cilia and rolling gently over as if in

excess of happiness.
~
(ong Argo.

WO IN her lap gran’ma did hol’ me;
Smoothed my apron down—just so;



She’s a May queen—long ago;
W’en they had May queens, you know,
Long ago, long, l-o-n-g ago.

Gran’ma’s hair is thin, an’ so white,
An’ her face is—puckered so;

But she’s sweeter, by enuff sight,
Than some younger folks I know.
Don’t you see how dandeli’ns blow—
Turn their gold all into snow?
Gran’ma’s hair—it done jes’ so,
Long ago, long, l-o-n-g ago.

Hair was golden, like the sunlight,
Eyes wuz blue, an’ cheeks wuz red.
An’ her skin wuz smooth an’ so white—
That is jes’ w’at gran’ma said.

All in white from tip to toe,
She was May queen, long ago,
Long ago, l-o-n-g, long ago.

Jes’ like fairies in green bowers,

Singin’, dancin’ on the green,
Pickin’ out the brightest flowers
Fur to deck their little queen,
Lads and lassies, ’round they go,
Dancin’, singin’, bowin’ low,
Long ago, long, l-o-n-g ago.

Gran’ma stops. “Im tired,” says she;
“Now go away, dearie.” An’ I go—
But it’s queer what she can see now,
Lookin’ far off an’ sighin’ so;
An’ I hear her whisperin’ low;
“Polly, Betsey, John an’ Jo
Gone, all gone, so long ago,
Long ago, long, !-o-n-g ago.”
—By Lrssie C. BAER



HE largest volcano in the world is found in the Sandwich Islands.
This is called ““Mauna Loa.” It rises nearly fourteen thousand
feet above the level of the sea and looks like an immense dome.

The crater of this volcano is two and one-half miles in
length by one in width. This can be considered as divided up
into a number of smaller craters. he most noted one is
called “Kilanea” and is situated on a plain far above the sea

level. This is nine miles in circumference and fourteen hundred feet deep.

The lava at
the outer edge is
cooled to a dis-
tance of | several
hundred feet. Dur-
ing the day the}
bottom of this cra-
ter looks like a
heap of smoulder-
ing ruins, but at
night it shows two
immense pools of
a cherry-red liquid
which illuminates
the entire bottom
and flows in all di-
rections like water.
There are also a
large number of small craters throwing out stones, ashes, lava, smoke and
flame. We visited this at night and were almost blinded and. suffocated by
sulphurous steam which came from the many craters. Our picture is a striking
one of this great crater, though nothing can properly represent a boiling
spouting lake of fire.

Several times while trying to sketch this crater our artist was compelled
to move on account of an eruptionnear him. In one instance, hearing a noise
close at hand, he hastily ran and got out of the way just in time to see a par-
ticular rock upon which he had been standing plunge into the fiery mass
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Gle f€ox and the Geese.

FOX came once to a meadow, where a herd of fine fat geese
were enjoying themselves. ‘‘Ah,” he said, laughing, “I am juse
in time. They are so close together that I can come and fetch
them one after another easily ”
The geese, when they saw him, began to cackle with fear,
sprang up, and, with much complaining and murmuring, begged for their lives.
The fox, however, would not listen, and said, ‘There is no hope of mercy—
you must die.”
At last one of them took heart, and said: “It would be very hard for us
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grant us only one favor, afterward we will place ourselves in a row, so that you
may choose the fattest and best.”

‘“‘And what is this favor?” asked the fox.

“Why, that we may have one hour to pray in before we die.”

“Well, that is only fair,” replied the fox; “it isa harmless request. Pray
away, then, and I will wait for you.”

Immediately they placed themselves in a row, and began to pray after
their own fashion, which, however, was a most deafening and alarming cackle.
In fact, they were praying for their lives, and so efficaciously that they were
heard at the farm, and, long before the hour had ended, the master and his ser-
vants appeared in the field to discover what was the matter, and the fox, ina
terrible fright, quickly made his escape, not, however, without being seen,



“We must hunt that fox to-morrow,” said the master, as they drove the
geese home to safe quarters, And so the cunning fox was outwitted by a

goose,

bs



Ss)

| WE
@& family Mrum Corps.



LITTLE man bought him a big
Ah brass drum;
Y 9 Boom—boom—boom!
oleed “Who knows,” said he, “when a
war will come?”
Boom—boom—boom!
“Tm not at all frightened, you understand.
But, if I am called on to fight for my land,
I want to be ready to play in the band.”
Boom—boom—boom!

fle got all his children little snare drums;
Boom—tidera—da—boom!
And they’d practice as soon as they’d fin-
ished their sums.
Boom—tidera—da—boom!
“We're just like our papa!” in chorus said
they,
“Andif we should ever get into the fray,
Why, it’s safer to thump than to fight any
day!”
Boom—tidera—da—boom!

And, showing her spirit, the little man’s
wife—
Boom—tidera—da—boom!
With some of her pin-money purchased a
fife;
Boom—tidera—da—boom!
And, picking out tunes that were not very
hard,
They'd play them while marching around
the back yard,
Without for one’s feelings the slightest re-
gard,
Boom—tidera—da—boom-a-diddle-dee—
Boom—tidera-da—boom!

2 P



The little old parson, who lived next door—
Boom—tidera—da—boom!
Would throw up his hands, as he walked the
floor;
Boom—tidera-da—boom!
“Wont you stop it, lbeg you?” he often said,
“lm trying to think of a text, but instead
The only thing I can get into my head
Is your boom—tidera-da—boom-a-diddle-~
dee—
Boom—tidera-da-——boom

?

All of the people for blocks around—
Boom—tidera—~da—boom!
Kept time at their tasks to the martial
sound;
Boom—tidera-da—boom!
While children to windows and stoops would
fly,
Expecting to see a procession pass by,
And they couldn’t make out why it never

drew nigh,
With its bobom—tidera-da—boom-—a-diddle—
dee—

Boom—tidera—da—boom!

It would seem such vigor would soon abate;
Boom—tidera-da—boom!

But they still keep at it, early and late;
Boom—tidera—-da—boom!

So, if it should be that a war breaks out,

They'll all be ready, I have no doubt,

To help in putting the foe to rout,

With their bbom—tidera-da—boom—
Boom—tideva-da—boom—
Boom—tidera~-da—boom-—a-diddle--dee—
Boom—soom—BOOM!

—MaLcotm Doue.as.



@Q Poll’s Story.

OU needn’t laugh at me just because] am yellow and covered
with tiny cracks and don’t happen tobe dressed like your other
dolls. I know I look funny and old-fashioned to you, but really
my heart is as young as ever it was.

And when your grandmama was a little girl this way of wear-
ing the hair was very fashionable, and it was considered quite

“ vulgar to wear heels on one’s shoes, and so mine were made as
you see, and were thought very genteel, indeed.

I was so happy yesterday, for Miss Martha said that we were to have com-
pany, and she took me out of my box, where I had been laid away for so long
that itis a treat to get out of my paper wrappings.

Her “grand-niece,” she said. So you are her grand-niece! Well! you favor
your grandmama, child. You are very like what she was at your age: the
same yellow hair and laughing mouth, only your eyes are not so blue nor your
skin so fair as hers was. Or aml forgetting? Was it her sister Betsy who
waslight? Yes, it was Betsy; I remember now, your grandmama was quite dark.
How one does forget in seventy years!

Iam a little stiff, you notice, but it’s no wonder, forit is fully twenty years
since I was last out of my box; then, too, we were taught in my time to stand
or sit very straight and stiff, and habits grow very strong upon one, you know.

How well I remember the last time Miss Martha had me out. Twenty
years ago—that was long before you were born, mydear. They gave me to your
Aunt Lucy to play with, I recollect. I don’t like to speak ill of your kinfolk,
child, but really your Aunt Lucy was a very rude girl. She laughed at my
oddly-dressed hair and made fun of my flat feet, and made the most odious
comparisons between me and an ill-bred china doll that she carried; and she
stuck pins into me to such an extent that I assure you I had a pain in my in-
side for hours.

She is a woman now and I understand that she is very well mannered and
gentle, but somehow it always gives me a turn even to think of her.

And your Uncle Rob, your great-uncle 1 mean, he used to tease me too.
He once tied me to the cat’s back and I was terribly frightened. To this day I
am afraid of cats and china dogs.

I know it sounds silly, but Icannot overcome my fear of china dogs. Now
your grandmama had one, a brown and white one, that used to sit upon the
parlor mantel, and he looked very gentle indeed, when, really, he was a most









ferocious beast. I had it froma friend of mine who heard him growl savagely
at the cat worked upon your grandmama’s sampler. My friend fainted with
fright and remained unconscious for fully forty minutes, until she was aroused
by the striking of your great-grandfather’s clock and the whirring of the wheels.
as the heavy weights ran down.

But I was telling you how your great-uncle, Rob, tied me to the cat’s back.
I was wearing a pink muslin frock anda buff pelisse and a tippet that your
grandmama had just finished. I always tried to keep my clothes neat and tidy
and so I was lying quite still upon the shelf, that my new finery should not be-
come mussed.

Robespied meand he called the cat. I can hear his voice now as he called,
‘‘Puss, nice pussy, come here, puss.” Strange how one can recalla voice after
seventy years! Puss came, suspecting no mischief, and in a twinkling Rob had
tied me to herback with a stout piece of pack-thread, and she was tearing
across the yard at such a mad pace that I was breathless with fear.

I think that Rob was frightened when he saw this, for he had meant no harm,
but only to have a bit of sport. Away we flew into the barn and upon the hay-
mow, when the string broke and I felt myself slipping down—down toward the
horses’ manger. My love, I cannot tell you my sensations asI felt the hot
breath of the great monsters, but they only pushed me to one side, where Rob
soon found me.

He carried me back and laidmeon my shelf, but my tippet was lost and my
pelisse torn and ruined; and there was a large ugly crack across my neck; lift
up my gold beads, dear, and you can see it now.

Rob bought these beads as a peace-offering, and your grandmama tied
them on with her own hands. I havenever had them off since then. Be careful,
dear, the silk thread may have become tender with age and it might break easily,
and I should not like anything to happen to them.

It may sound sentimental, but I should like always to keep them on ac-
count of Rob. Poor lad! it must be fifty odd years since he was drowned.

I can’t tell you the story, child, for whenever I think of him such a lump
comes in my throat that it opens the old crack, and I cannot speak at all.

Well! well how I have run on, and really my throat begins to ache, and you
must notice that my voice is growing husky. I dare say it’s because I can’t help
thinking of your great-uncle, dear, but I think I must stop talking now.

Lay me down carefully, child, for Iam not so young as I once was, and 1
feel quite fatigued. There! that will donicely. How gentle youare, my dear,

quite like what your grandmama was seventy years ago.

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@\n |ndian [P\oving.

ARRY’S papa is an officer in the army, so Harry lives in a fort
out on the plains. Hesees a great many queer sights.

One day he saw some Indians moving. Indians live in
wigwams, and do not have any furniture. They do not move
from one wigwam to another. They move wigwam and all

from place to place. They do not have any wagons, so they

have to carry their things on the backs of horses.

gs The Indians rode on horses, with the pappooses on their backs
: and the half-grown children sitting before or behind them. The

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were fastened to the backs of pack-horses. The lodge-poles were tied to the
sides of the horses, so that one end of them dragged on the ground.

The Indians stopped a few hours not a great distance from the fort, so
Hal went out with the soldiers to see them. They were friendly Indians; that
is, they were friendly just then. Perhaps the next time they would see them
the Indians would be ready to fight about something. Hal thought at first
that it would be great fun to live like the Indians, but he soon changed his
mind. When he saw still more of them he was very certain he would not like



it. He was sure he would not like to sleep among such dirty skins and blank-
ets, or to eat such food as they did.

The moving party Hal went to see were cooking their dinner. They had
built fires on the ground. They cooked their meat on sticks over the fire, and
stewed a good many queer things in large earthen pots.

One of the officers told Hal that the Indians were very fond of stewed
puppies. Hal didnot know whether to believe that or not. The Indians all
helped themselves out of the same dish. They seemed to think it quite right
to dip their fingers in and fish out the piece they liked best.

Some of the little Indians were almost pretty. There was one came up
to Hal and looked him over. He was interested in his clothes. After a while
he went away and brought two large feathers for Hal to putin his hat. Hal
stuck them in and laughed. The little Indian laughed, too; but they could
not talk to each other, for neither could understand what the other said. The
Indians stayed near the fort until after dinner, then they moved off toward

their new home.
—Mks. BUSYHAND.

he

f©aithful «“@ld Pon.”




old horse!
“We'll see his like no more!”
No more will mistress ride be-
hind
While master rides before.

oe

y
AY

[

Old Don was once a frisky colt
And, twenty years ago,

’Twixt farm and village carried oft
His master to and fro.

With sprightly gait and lofty head
He pranced upon his way,

And showed impatience of restraint
By many a rousing neigh.

With mane and tail outfloating far
Upon the morning breeze,

Attached to sleigh or buggy, then,
He jogged along with ease.

But, as old age came creeping on,
His pace became more slow;

4LD DON” is dead! that good | And he responded readily

To the command of “Whoa!”

With downcast look and drooping tail
He slowly hobbled on;.

But faithful ever, to the last,
They say was poor old Don.

Perhaps if we could understand
The language of an eye

Some message kind old Don had left
When he lay down to die.

But though “horse sense” has often proved
Of worth in time of need,

And horses have played noble parts
In many a daring deed,

_ Their language is not understood,

And since the world began
Full many tales they might have told
Have thus been lost to man.

—ANNA B. ELMSLIE.



Ghe ©row Court.

a. NY stories are told relating the intelligence of birds and
% animals, yet there isa general disposition on the part of
t people, generally, to doubt that birds and animals are moved
by any higher power than what we term “instinct.” Many
instances can be related, showing that the lower animals
xis possess something very closely allied to intelligence. I
had often heard stories told about “crow justice,” and I could
never believe them until I had a chance one beautiful day in De-
cember to attend their court. As I was riding on the public road,
two miles north of a little town in Kansas, I noticed great flocks
of crows flying about me, and, when nearing a cottonwood grove,
in making a turn to the right, I saw hundreds of them perched in
¢» the trees in solid lines to the end of the rows. At once there
@ came to me the stories I had heard that crows were well-governed
birds, and when I saw this fine-looking body I concluded that it sat there to
give a trial to some offender of some sort. I stopped my horse, half fearing the
crafty birds would fly—adjourn court, or continue the case. What was my
delight to find that no attention was paidto me. It takes a man with a gun to
disturb these mocking blacklegs.

From a tree at the head of a row, where ten crows sat, there came such
loud and rapid cawing as I never heard before from so few throats, and every
now and then all the flock joined in making the noise, and the chorus thus
furnished was all that could have been asked if noise was desired. After two
or three minutes of this racket a silent rest was taken, which was broken by a
single crow, who made a little talk in the crow dialect, followed quickly by
others.

Things became more dignified, and my interest in the proceedings was so
intense that when a fine, fat bird submitted a few remarks and was applauded
by general cawing from every bird present, I could scarcely keep from clap-
ping my hands.

Suddenly twelve crows few down the lines twice and back, and all was
still as they didso. I was amusedand startled. This might be a jury of crows
on parade. Andl believe it was. After two or three crows had again spoken
the twelve flew down the lines once more; but this time there were fierce caws
from every crow in answer to caws from the twelve. My fancy explained: The
jury was seeking its verdict in public opinion, and the excited crows, like revo-




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lutionary mobs, demanded blood. Back to their perches for the last time flew
the crows, and again a silence fell, not unlike the abrupt hush of court-room
whispers as the prisoner steps forward to learn the worst. But I could dis-
tinguish no criminal. As I looked for the poor fellow there was a great angry
caw from every crow, and all flew to the center of the line, where they tore
three of their unsuspecting kind in shreds, leaving only a few feathers to float
upward and outof sight, as they separated andnoiselessly flew away, seemingly

satisfied with what they had done.

Wy

pee ee oy b
A say a

@eing a [@\an.

EFORE a boy has doffed his kilt
He wants asword with a flashing
hilt;
He must manage a train, though
it be of chairs,
He must beat a drum, he must hunt for bears.
In fact, his highest ambition and plan,
His dearest wish, is to be a man.



But many a boy is unmanly to-day,

Because there are so many “ifs” in the way:
He scorns this “if,” and he frowns at that,
He shirks his lesson to wield a bat;

Andso he will go, as best he can,

From youth to old age, without being a man.

Oh, there are so many “ifs” in the road
That leads to manhood’s highest abode!
Kindness, purity, courage and truth,
Stumbling-blocks these to many a youth,
For he who will not make these his own,
Can never reach manhood’s glorious throne.

So who would be manly should keep in mind
He must ever be gentle, and brave and kind.
Obedient always to Right’s fair laws,

A brother to every noble cause;

Thus shall he serve God’s cherished plan,
And come to the stature of a man.

—Emma C. Dowpb.



to



he \Bolf and the fOox.

WOLF once made friends with a fox, and kept him always by
him, so that whatever the wolf wanted the fox was obliged
to do, because he was the weakest, and could not, therefore,
be master. It happened, one day, that they were both
passing through a wood, and the wolf said: “Red fox, find
me something to eat or I shall eat you.”

“Well,” replied the fox, ‘I know a farm-yard near, in
which there are two young lambs; if you like I will go and
fetch one.” The wolf was quite agreeable, so the fox went
to the field, stole the lamb, and brought it to the wolf. He
then returned to find something for himself.

The wolf soon ate up the lamb but he was not satisfied, and began to long
so much for the other lamb that he went to fetch it himself. But he managed
so awkwardly that the mother of the lamb saw him, and began to cry and
bleat fearfully; and the farmer came running out to see what was the matter.
The wolf got so terribly beaten that he ran limping and howling back to the
fox. ‘You have led me into a pretty mess,” he said. ‘I wanted the other
lamb, and because I went to fetch it the farmer has nearly killled me.”

«Why are you such a glutton, then?” replied the fox.

Another day, as they were ina field, the greedy wolf exclaimed: “Red
fox, if you don’t find me something to eat, I shall eat you up.”

“Oh! Ican get you some pancakes, if you like,” he said, “for I know a
farm-house where the wife is frying them now.’

So they went on together and the fox sneaked into the house, sniffed, and
smelt about for some time, till he at last found out where the dish stood. Then
he dragged six pancakes from it, and brought them to the wolf.

“Now you have something to eat,” said the fox, and went away to find his
own dinner.

The wolf, however, swallowed the pancakes in the twinkling of an eye, and
said to himself: ‘They taste so good I.must have some more,” So he went
into the farm-kitchen and, while pulling down the pancakes, upset the dish, and
broke it in pieces.

The farmer’s wife Heard the crash and came rushing in, ha when she saw
the wolf she called loudly for the farm servants, who came rushing in and beat
him with whatever they could lay their hands on, so that he ran back to the fox
in the wood with two lame legs, howling terribly.






“How could you serve me such a dirty trick?” he said. ‘‘The farmer
nearly caught me, and he has given me such a thrashing!”

“Well, then,” replied the fox, “‘you should not be such a glutton.”

' Another day, when the wolf and fox were out together, and the wolf
was limping with fatigue, he said: ‘Red fox, find me something toeat, or I shall
eat you.”

' The fox replied: ‘(I know a man who has been slaughtering cattle to-day,
and there isa quantity of salted meat lying ina tubin the cellar. I can fetch
some of that.”

“No,” said the wolf, ‘‘let me go with you this time, You can help me if I
cannot run away fast enough.” .

«“ You may come for aught I care,” replied Reynard, and showed him on
the way many of his tricks, and at last they reached the cellar safely.

There was meat in abundance. The wolf made himself quite at home,
and said: “ There will be time to stop when I hear any sound.”

The fox also enjoyed himself, but he kept looking round now and then, and
ran often to the hole through which they had entered to try if it was still large
enough for his body to slip through.

“Dear fox,” said the wolf, ‘why are you running about and jumping here
and there so constantly.”

‘“‘T must see if any one is coming,” replied the cunning animal, ‘and I ad-
vise you not to eat too much.”

The wolf replied: “I am not going away from here until the tub is empty.”

At this moment in came the farmer, who had heard the fox jumping about
in the cellar. The fox no sooner saw him than with a spring he was through
the hole. The wolf made an attempt to follow him, but he had eaten so much,
and was so fat that he stuck fast. The farmer, on seeing this, fetched a cudgel
and killed him on the spot. The fox ran home to his den full of joy that he was

at last set free from the old glutton’s company.





Ghe Stolen eaves.



HO stole my beautiful leaves?”

g Whispered the old Oak-tree;

“West-wind, South-wind, look
for the thieves!

Find them, and bring them to me.”

“Not I,” said North-wind; ‘oh, no,

I would not treat an old friend so;

I found them lying upon the ground,
Brown and dead, and I carried them round
To bring them to life
In the autumn sun,

But I did not steal
A single one.”
“Not I,” said North-wind; “oh! no,
I would not treat an old tree so.”



“Who stole my beautiful leaves?”
Said the weeping Willow tree;
*“West-wind, South-wind, look for the thieves!
Find them, and bring them to me,”
“Not I,” said the Frost; ‘oh! no,
I would not treat an old friend so;
I covered them over with crystals white,
And talked with them in the cold moonlight,
Till I felt the breath
Of the morning sun,
But I did not take
A single one.”
“Not I,” said the Frost; ‘oh! no,
I would not treat an old tree so.”

“Who stole my beautiful leaves?”

Said the shivering Maple-tree;

“West-wind, South-wind, look for the thieves!
Find them, and bring them to me.”

“Not I,” said the Sun; “oh! no,

I would not treat an old friend so;

I painted-your leaves all scarlet and green, ©
With rows of crimson and gold between,

And I saw them fade
Ere my work was done,
But I did not take
A single one.”
“Not I,” said the Sun; ‘“‘oh! no,
I would not treat an old tree so.”

“Who stole my beautiful leaves?”
Echoed the Poplar-tree;
“West-wind, South-wind,
thieves! ,
Find them, and bring them to me.” —
“Not I,” said the Rain; ‘oh! no,
T would not treat an old friend so;
I mixed the shades of green and of gold
For the Sun to use, and I always told
The little rain-drops
Which way to run,
But I did not take
A single one.”
“Not I,” said the Rain; “oh! no, .
I would not treat an old tree so.”

look for the

“O Maple, Willow, and Oak,
No one stole your beautiful leaves;”
West-wind, South-wind, pitying said;
‘“North-wind, Frost, Sun, are not thieves;
They are dead, the Snow-flakes say;
I tell the tale another way:
Waiting in silence under the snow,
Are the souls of the leaves that shall upward
grow :
In the resurrection
Of the spring;

When violets bloom

And robins sing,
And new life your heart receives, gem
To your arms will spring the beautiful leaves!’,



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gunday Syehools.

ZOHNNIE is ‘‘going on to nine years old,” and being asked by his
teacher to write a “piece” on the benefits of Sunday-schools gave
the following views:

Benneyfit. Sunday-sckools is a grate benneyfit to children’s
fathers and mothers. It gives ’m peace and happyness. Every
Sunday mornin’ my pa and ma gets up late coz pa is always tired
Sundays. After breakfast pa always says, come hussel round
children and go to Sunday-sckool, for pa is tired and wants a
little piece and rest Sundays. Then pa goes and lays down on the sofy and
smokes and reads papers all the forenoon. Ma she sees to getting dinner, for
pa says he must have a good dinner on Sunday anyway. Ma has to take
care of the baby too,-for the hired gal is a cathlick and says she won't stay
home from church fer nobody, and ma being a protestan has to mind her.

Benneyfit 2. Sunday-sckools save children’s pas and mas from going to
church. One day the minister was up to our house and he told pa and ma
they ort to go to church. And pa says O, I always send all my children to
Sunday-sckool, and guess that will have todo. And so ma and pa don’t go to
church but ma says she would like to.

Benneyfit 3. Sunday-sckools saves children’s payrents a great deal of
money. When the minister told pa he ort to help pay the church expenses,
pa said, O I give my children a nickel a piece every Sunday to take to
Sunday-sckool. But the minister said, yes, but the children gets it all back
again in cards and books and picnics and Krismas trees. And pa said, well,
it is all I can afford.

Benneyfit 4. Sunday-school saves the big boys-and girls from going to
church. When the boys get big enuf to smoke and to not mind their pas then
they stop going to’ Sunday-sckool. Only they go to church some nites when
the girls go along, and then they all sit in back seats and chew gum. My pa
told Jim, my big brother, that he ort to go to church reglar. But Jim said
there aint no need of my going mor’n there is of your going. I have as much
rite to stay at home as you have. But pa said he was tired on Sundays. Pa
keeps a store, but every day he says times is SO. hard . he don’t sell, much
and don’t. have much to do. —

Benneyfit. 5. . Sunday- -sckools - do « a | great deal ak good to. ‘children, If
it warnt for: them ‘they woulda’t know nothing. ° Fer their’ payrents haint got
no time to teach em. Children learn songs and verses and things. ‘If they





go reglar and don’t miss they get big pay for learning to be goed. But
when I ama little bigger I am going to do as pa does and stay at home Sun-
days, and smoke and read the papers and have some of ma’s big dinners.
Ma gets awfully tired too all. the time, and would like to have a little rest.
But then ma is a woman, and pa says it is her duty to betired. Iam glad I

ain’t a woman.

Benneyfit 6. There is a great many more benneyfits to Sunday-sckools

but I don’t know any more.

WG

i

Ghe @ootblack’s @hristmas.

’'M rich! I’ve got a dollar all my own
To spend for Crismus—b’en a-save-
in’ some
Since Fourth July, a little at a time
Doin’ odd jobs, an’ swearin’ off on gum.
An’ now what shall I spend it fer? My stars!
The show-cases is full an’ heapin’ up
With presents fer to give the folks you like;
There’s Mamie now—she'd like a chiny cup.
I know she would—poor'little sickly thing!
She cried one day because she had to drink
Out o’ that mug that’s cracked like anything!
‘Yes, I'll buy that for her. Now le’mme
think—
That’s twenty cents, an’ I'll have eighty left,
An’ Billy’s crazy for a top to spin,
I'll get him one—that’s ten cents more—now
what,
I wonder, shall I buy for Jim?
I guess he’d like a jack-knife best of all—
I'll get one, an’ a good mouth organ too—
(Jim—he’s my pard—he’s got a crippled
foot,
An’ a drunken dad that beats him black an’
blue).






Now I’ve got forty left, and mother wants—

I know she does—a thimble—her’n is old

An full o’ holes, and bent all out o’ shape—

I wish I could get one of solid gold/

That wouldn’t be half good enough for her.

Not if twas edged with diamonds all around,

Best mother ever lived—-I tell you what

The’ ain’t many kids so lucky’s me, I’m
bound!

Now, I’ve got twenty left—Ill buy some
gum

An’ candy ’n popcorn an’ some apples too,

An’ I'll be Santa Claus, an’ have some fun

A fillin’ stockin’s Crismus eve—tell you

Th’ ain’t no picnic in this livin’ world

That’s half so jolly as the one there’ll be

When all the kids come shiverin’ round the
stove

On Crismus mornin’, when they come to see

Them stuffed-out stockin’s hangin’ on the
wall,

Oh, Zow Tl holler “Merry Crismus” then!

How s'prised they'll be! Yes, Merry Crismus
all!

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®eath of Old Charlie.

RANDPA BROWN had invited little May and her papa and

mamma to visit him New Year’s Day. Little May was so
delighted when papa and mamma said they would go.
She looked longingly forward to the day, and not the least
of her enjoyment was the thought that she would have such
a jolly, jolly ride. Grandpa Brown lived some twenty miles
away, and as there were no cars they would have to go
with a horse and sleigh.

May’s papa had a large, bay horse, which was called Old Charlie. He
was kind and gentle and May and her mamma could drive him anywhere. As
there was plenty of snow on the ground, and the roads were well broken, papa
said they would drive over the day before New Year.

The day came, bright and sunny. May was so excited she could hardly
eat her breakfast. When her papa came in from the barn, he said Old Charlie
did not seem well, and if he had another horse he would let Old Charlie rest, as
he did not think him fit to drive. May’s face grew cloudy, and she said: “Oh,
papa, do go!” So her papa concluded that they would start. After breakfast



the horse was brought round, and May and her parents climbed into the sleigh,
the robes were drawn snugly around them, and they started off. On the road
to Grandpa’s they must cross quite a river, but as the ice was frozen hard and
teams were crossing, there was no danger there. Old Charlie went along rath-
er slowly, but he bid fair to get them to Grandpa’s before noon. When they
reached the river, they plainly saw that the horse was very tired. He seemed
scarcely able to walk, but as it was only a few miles further, they urged him on,
when he slipped on the ice and fell, as we see him in the picture. They all got
out. May and her mamma stood looking at him, while papa cut the harness
and tried to get him up, but it was no use. Poor Old Charlie could never draw
another sleigh.

What to do papa did not know. There was no house in sight.. The day
had grown cold, and he could not leave May and her mamma there, so they left
poor Old Charlie and sleigh and started off on foot. After walking nearly a
mile they came to a house. May’s papa went in and told the good old farmer
who lived there that his horse had been taken sick and had died on the ice, and
that he was anxious to get to Mr. Brown’sas early as possible. The old farmer
said: ‘Well, well, well, this is too bad. But you can take one of my horses
and send it back to-morrow.” So papa and the farmer went back to the sleigh,
where they found everything safe. They took the harness off poor Old Charlie,
then cut a large hole in the ice, dragged him there, and buried him in the water.
Then they hitched the farmer's horse to the sleigh and went on. When they
teached the farmer’s house May and her mamma got in, and they all went on
to Grandpa’s. They reached there without any further accident, but May’s
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@eicket.

E have said elsewhere that foot-ball is the national game of
England; yet vieing with it in interest and exceeding it in
number of persons playing it is the game of “cricket.”
The origin of this game is lost in the past. The word
itself is foundin the Saxon language and means a “crooked
stick,” and old prints of the game now in existence show
that it was formerly played with a stick, quite crooked.. Its earlier English name
was “Handoute,” a title which is more significant than the present term.
In the first years of its existence it was played very rudely, but as far
back as 1740 it was looked upon as a fashionable sport, guarded by careful

rules, dignified by printed scores, and = —
possessing skillful exponents. To-day
it is played as freely as base-ball in our
own country, every town and hamlet
having its clubs, and in England no
school is complete without its private
cricket grounds.

Some attempt has been made to
introduce it into America, but so far it
has not met with large favor, yet every
large city has its cricket clubs, though
most of its players are Englishmen.

The game is played somewhat like
our own base-ball. The bat, instead of
being round, is flat and wide, thus giv-
ing the batter a tar better chance to hit
the ball. The game is played with
eleven men upon a side; two strikers
coming in at a time, one at each wicket,
and the object of the fielders is to dislodge them according to the rules of the
game. When a ball is hit, the striker, if he can reach the opposite wicket be-
fore the wicket is thrown down, scoresarun. This you will see is something
like the game of ‘Two old cat,” in which the batters change places when one
of them hits the ball; that one failing to reach his position before the ball is
returned being put out; it is the business of the fielders to stop and catch the
ball and return it to each of the wickets with all possible haste.





The ballitself must weigh not less than five and one-half nor more than
five and three-fourths ounces. It must measure not less than nine nor more
than nine and one-half inches around,

The bat must not exceed four and one-fourth inches in width nor more
than thirty-eight inches in length.

There are a great many rules governing the game but they are tecnnical,
and would be of but little use to us. The ball must be “bowled;” that is, it
must not be thrown either overhand or underhand. The game is one in which
good judgment and headwork are of great advantage.

It also requires good physical qualities, such as broad shoulders, stout
arms, quick legs, and a ready eye, to make it a success.









(Caerosse.

ACROSSE in its origin is an Indian game, being played by
them, especially in Canada, when this country was first dis-
covered. In its old simplicity whole tribes took part, each
brave carrying two curious looking sticks with which he caught,
stopped and threw the ball with wonderful skill. The squaws

aided ina way that enabled them to taste the sweets of authority, and gave an
opportunity to pay back some of the indignity heaped upon them by their
husbands and brothers, as it was their duty to attend the players and apply the
lash to the wearied or weak-hearted who lagged behind. For miles and miles
over the prairie the game went on, and fast and furious was the fun. The
game as played by the Indians was a simple one.as compared with its present
form. Then there were fewrules. Each man was a law unto himself, and
team work was unheard of. The game is played with twelve players on a side,
each armed with astick in the shape of a shepherd’s crook. Thestick is strung
from the crook half-way down the side with string usually made of strong
leather. This forms a net by which the ball is caught and thrown; in fact, the
ball must not be touched by the hand of a player during the game.

There is also a captain, who gives directions to his men, but who is not
allowed to interfere with the ball or carry a stick. The men are arranged and
named as follows: Goal-keeper, point, cover point, three defence fielders,
center fielder, three home fielders, outside home and inside home. The game
is started by the two center fielders kneeling in the center of the field facing the
opposing goals. Their sticks are laid flat upon the ground with the backs to
each other and the ball between the crooks. The umpire gives the command
to “Play!” and the fielders strive for the ball, the one getting it throwing it to his
side, where some one is ready to stop it, and then the fun begins. The object
is to get the ball past the opponents’ goal, which consists of two upright posts
six feet high and six feet apart. The goals are 120 feet apart. A score is
counted when the ball is driven through the goal, no matter whether it be done
by an opposing player or by the defence. The ball is about three-fourths the
size of a base-ball, is made of solid sponge rubber, and is a dangerous missile
in the hands of an inexperienced player. Each side is entitled to an umpire,
or referee, who is the sole judge of all points in dispute in his field, each ampire
being allotted one-half of the ground. No runner is allowed to wear spikes in his
shoes, as, at its best, the game is a dangerous one. Lacrosse has not gained
much of a foothold among the Americans, though nearly every large city has



its clubs. In Canada the game is played in its best form, and to the Canadians
it is what base-ball is to the Americans. A match game of lacrosse is the
occasion of a gala day among them and always draws crowds of admirers from
the surrounding towns. There is no doubt but lacrosse is one of the most
exciting games ever played, and always arouses the highest enthusiasm. If
properly handled it would be a success in the United States, though the fact
that it is not a game for amateurs has probably prevented its more rapid

introduction.
Gwo \Ways of Obeying.

ESSIE, dear, I want you to come in the house and amuse Baby
Paul a little while,” mamma called from the window.

“Oh, dear!” Bessie pouted, impatiently, throwing down
her hoop angrily; “I never havea nice time that I don’t have to
stop and mind baby. I think it’s too bad!” .

Baby did not find this little nurse very patient and pleas-
ant that afternoon. ;

He put his chubby fingers in his mouth and cooed and
laughed in his sweetest fashion, but Bessie would not play with
him; and presently he began to cry so hard that mamma had
to lay aside her work and soothe him.

Just about the same time Bessie’s cousin was called away
from her play to amuse her little sister. Though she was just

as fond of play as Bessie was, she laid aside her toys cheerfully and frolicked
with baby till she was in the best of good humors. When mamma was ready
to take baby she kissed her little daughter and said: ‘You have been my dear
little helper this morning, Mamie.”

Which way of obeying was the right way?



—MINNIE E. KENNEY.



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ports of Sandwich |slanders.

WHE simple natives of the Sandwich Islands do not have as many
means of amusement as do the more favored people of greater
civilization, yet one who has been among them wonders at the



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contentment
which they get
out of life. Their
favorite sport is
swimming, and
they seem as
much at home in
the water as on
the land. Not
only the men but
the women as
well spend hours
ata time in the
surf of the ocean,
‘sporting like na-
‘tives of the deep.
From their in-
fancy children
play in the water
and early learn
to have no fear of it. Itawakens admiration to wit-
ness these little ones in the surf. Over and over
they go, rolling, tumbling, splashing, diving, in a
most merry mood. Boys of ten and twelve become
expert swimmers, and it appears to make but little
difference to the Sandwich Islander whether he is
in the water or on the land so far as locomotion is
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they obtain many valuable things from the ocean which by those less expert
could be secured only by means of diving bells. They dive in the water from
heights that to others would seem very dangerous. So skillful do they be-
come at diving that if a piece of silver be cast into the water they will dive for
it and seize it before it reaches the bottom.

They undertake journeys to some of the neighboring islands or to some of
the distant parts of the same island, swimming the entire distance and perform-
ing their task with as much ease as we could walk the same distance by land

In all other parts of the world the man-eating shark fills bathers with ter-
ror. Not so with the Sandwich islanders. Armed with a knife and stick
sharpened at each end they boldly start out to meet this terror of the sea.
When the shark springs up to grasp its intended victim the native skillfully
thrusts this sharpened stick in its mouthand so prevents the shark from closing
its jaw. Then the islander plunges his knife into the shark and kills him at his
leigure. This sport would seem a dangerous one, but it does not lack excite-
ment, and the islander gets as much enjoyment out of it as does the lover of
hunting or fishing get from his favorite sport.

The first appearance of ships among these simple people filled them with
amusement. They gave them the name “Moku,” meaning “islands,” and see-
ing them moving about they looked upon them as living beings and remained
near them much of the time in the water.

The islanders seem to have no means of amusement upon the land.
Games, such as are often found among savages, are entirely wanting with them.
If pleasure is desired a plunge in the surf seems to meet their desires and they »

seek nothing further.
Ba ee Eee
Fa ol

@ Piddle for the \Writing-C@lass.

HERE'S a one-legged. elf in a
white rubber cap
That dances before yeu, or liesin
yonr lap;
Tho’ you say not a word, yet as quick asa
wink



This gay littke gad-about tells what you think,

He follows your fancy; he goes or he stops,
He scrambles or gambols, he glides or he
‘hops;

Tho’ loaded with lead, yet he hasn’t his
match;

The spry little skip-away “comes to the
scratch.”

‘If ever his words appear out of the way

Just collar him gently, but firmly, and say,

“Come, now you shall walk on your head,
little chap,

Till you rub out your work with your funny
white cap!”



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Hh
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@he f€ox and the {p)\orse.

PEASANT once had a faithful horse who had grown old and could
not serve his master any longer, and therefore he did not care to

"i provide him with food, so he said to him: “I really do not want

K\ you any more, for you are of no use to me, but if you can prove

your strength by bringing me a lion I will keep you as long as you

live; but now just walk out of my stable and go and make yourself a home in
the fields.”

The horse, feeling very sad, wandered away till he came to a wood, that
he might shelter himself under the trees in bad weather. A fox met him and
said: “Friend, why do you hang your head and look so lonely?” |

“Ah,” replied the horse, “my master has forgotten for how many years I
have served him and borne him safely from place to place, and now that | am
unable to plough any longer he will not provide me with food and has sent me
away. He told me that if 1 was strong enough to bring him a lion he would
take me back and keep me, but he knows very well that I could not possibly
do that.” , .

Then said the fox: “Don’t be down-hearted, I can help you; sojust lie down
here, stretch yourself out as if you were dead, and do not move.”

The horse did as the fox desired, while the fox went to a lion, not far off,
and said to him: “Yonder lies a dead horse; come with me and you can have a
good feast.”

The lion went with him, but when they reached the spot the fox said:
“You cannot make a meal comfortably here. I'll tell you what I will do; I will
tie the horse on to you by the tail, and then you can drag him to your den and
consume him at your leisure.”



The lion was pleased with this advice; he placed himself near the horse
and stood quite still to enable the fox to tie the tail securely. But in doing so
he contrived to twist it round the lion’s legs so tightly that with all his strength
he could not move them. Then the fox struck the horse on the shoulder and

cried: ‘Gee up, old horse, gee up. «

Up sprang the horse and started off at full speed, dragging the lion with
him. As they dashed through the wood the lion began to roar, and roared so

loud that all the birds flew away in a fright.
dragged him along over field and me

the master saw him ‘he said to him:
food and shelter as long as you live.”

But the horse let him roar, and
adow to his master’s door. As soon as

“You shall now stay with me and have

sw ee vy he
se ~~

| Ghe Giant \Mho

N a little Scotch kitchen, with raft-
ers above,
And the wide open fire-place that
grandmothers love,
The kettle was making a terrible din—
Would you guess that a giant was prisoned
within?



No one knew what he said; no one heeded
the noise;

People don’t when they live in a house full
of boys,

And, with grandma asleep, and James onthe
settle,

Small wonder they heard not the voice in

the kettle.

“Ym a giant imprisoned!” the cry came
again,
“J have strength for the work of a million
of men.
Your ships I will carry, your carriages draw!”
(Jamie looked in surprise, but no giant he
saw).



\Panted to \Worke.

“can print all your books, and your cloth I
could weave;

Your grain I will grind, if you'll but give me
leave;

Great weights I can lift, as you- quickly will
see,

Only give me more room. Come, my lad,
set me free!”

Just then grandma awoke, and she cried:
“Lazy thing,

Have you nothing to do but hear the kettle
sing?”

But he answered her gently, and told her his
plan—

More room for the giant to do all he can.

Just a dream? No, indeed! You will own it
was not
When I tell you the name of the lad was
James Watt.
’Twas the giant who’s working for you and
’ for me;
Aren’t you glad that he listened, and then
set him free?

—By S, E. EASTMAN.



Polo.

LTHOUGH polo is only a new game in this country, it origi-

nated many centuries ago in Japan. It was first played in the

United States in the year 1874, coming from England here.

While it has not spread rapidly, it isa game that will stay with

us. Itis not agame for the masses for the reason that not every

one can afford to play it. The game requires plenty of leisure

and plenty of money, to say nothing of pluck, endurance and agility. The

latter qualities will be worth nothing if the first two are lacking, and for that
reason it will always be a game for the few.

There is no game, however, which is more interesting to spectators than
agameof polo. To play the game properly, the players must all be mounted,
and you can imagine, perhaps, some of the excitement aroused by a number of
mounted players rushing hither and thither over the field, each armed with a
long stick or crook, and intent upon the game. The horses add not a little to
the interest. The skill and intelligence shown by trained polo horses is wonder-
ful indeed. To judge by their actions they really enter into the game and play
it with vim and interest. To play polo properly each player must have two or
three horses. It-is this feature which makes it so expensive. The rules re-
quire that the horse used in the game must be small. This has been done to
prevent the game from becoming too dangerous. Then, too, the smaller the
horse the nearer the rider is to the ground, and hence the better chance he
has to display his skillin the game. Perhaps more attention is given to the
selection of the ponies than to anything else. It is necessary that the pony be
not only well trained, but that he be hardy and intelligent, and above all he
must “mind the bit.” A great many of the best polo ponies received their first
training in herding cattle, for the fact that good herding ponies are very easily
converted into good polo ponies. They come from the plainsof Wyoming,
Indian Territory, Texas, etc.

The game is played something like lacrosse. The ballis placed upon the
ground, and at a given signal the opposing parties make a rush for it. The
successful one throws it into the territory of the opponents, and then the
scramble is free for all. The goals are placed quite a distance apart, and
when the ball is put past the opponent’s goal a score is counted. The
game is found mostly in eastern states. It is indeed a magnificent sight to
see a pony going at full speed, the rider dexterously catching the ball with his
crook, and hurling it far away. Thena rush is made for it by all the players,

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A GAME OF POLO,



as is done in foot-ball. Notwithstanding the fact that the game is played on
horseback and seems so dangerous, but few accidents occur. This is due to
the superior skill and training of the players and horses.

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Ghe Old Grandfather's Corner.

NCE upon a time there was a very old man who lived with his
son and daughter-in-law. His eyes were dim, his knees tot-
tered under him when he walked, and he was very deaf. As
he sat at table, his hand shook so that he would often spill the
soup over the table-cloth, or on hisclothes, and sometimes even

he could not keep it in his mouth whenit got there. His son and daughter
were so annoyed to see his conduct at the table that at last they placeda chair
for him in a corner behind the screen, and gave him his meals in an earthen-
ware basin, quite away from the rest. He would often look sorrowfully at the
table, with tears in his eyes, but he did not complain.

One day, thinking sadly of the past,
the earthenware basin, which he could 2
scarcely hold in his trembling hands, fell to =
the floor and was broken. The young wife
scolded him well for being so careless, but he did not reply, only sighed deeply. Then
she bought him a wooden bowl for a penny,
and gave him his meals in it.

Some days afterward his son and
daughter saw their little boy, who was
about four years old, sitting on the ground
and trying to fasten together some pieces
of wood.

“What are you making, my boy?”
asked his father.

“Tam making a little bowl for papa
and mamma to eat their food in when I
grow up,” he replied.

The husband and wife looked at each other without speaking for some
minutes. At last they began to shed tears, and went and brought their old
father back to the table, and from that day he always took his meals with them,
and was never again treated unkindly. ; ;





























, see that pretty moss!
t is like a star!”

It was clinging to a
rock by the sea-shore.
It was not moss, but an animal.

“Tt is a sea-star, Nellie, or a
star-fish, as some people call it.
Take it in your hand. You will
not be hurt.”

“Why, Uncle John, he is all
legs. Where are his eyes and
nose?”

“The sea-star has neither eyes, nose, nor ears, Nellie.
In fact he has no head at all. Those little feelers on what

you call his legs are really all the legs and arms he has.
His mouth and stomach are all the same.”

“Oh, how funny!”

“Yes, he is a curious animal. When he has finished one meal some of
those little arms sweep his stomach clean, and then he is ready for another.”

“And what does he have to eat?”

“Well, Miss Nellie, he is as fond of oysters as you are. Though he seems
so feeble, the strongest shell-fish cannot escape him. He sends a poisonous
juice through the valves of the oyster, which makes him open his shell. Then
the sea-star has a fine feast!”

“The wicked creature!”

“Yes, the oyster fishermen are no friends of the star-fish. But he makes
a pretty ornament when dried. Do you want to take him home?”

“T am afraid of being poisoned.”

“T will tell you what to do. Place him in this little wooden box. I will
bore some holes in it. Then put him down over anant’snest. They will
prepare him nicely for you. His poison does not harm the ants. Perhaps
there are ant doctors who cure them.”





































































,

—KuHAM.





eyomething G\bout Spiders.

f NE afternoon Cora came running to her Aunt Sarah and said,
“Oh, Auntie, there is the funniest thing in the window I ever
saw. Do come and see what it is.”

‘Where is it, Cora?” said Aunt Sarah.

“In the parlor window, and I am sure it was not there yester-
day! I never saw anything like it before, and I want you to
come and see it too.” So Aunt Sarah went with Cora to the

window,and there, sure
enough, was the object
of Cora’s surprise, and
what do you think it
was? Only a spider's
web.

Aunt Sarah was a
neat housekeeper, and
did not like to see a
spider's web in her
window, so she said;
“Oh, my! Cora, run
and get the broom so
that we can sweep it
down. I don’t want
anyspider’swebaround
the house.”

“But what is a
spiders web, Aunt
Sarah?” asked Cora.

“A spider's web,
child, is something that
aspider makes to catch |
flies.”

“But how does it
put it in the window,
Aunt Sarah?” asked
Cora. 5: :

Cora seemed so THR WEB IN THR WINDOW.









































interested in the web that Aunt Sarah thought it a good opportunity to tell
‘her something about spiders, so seating herself in an easy chair and drawing
Cora to her knee, she said:

“And would my little girl like to know something about spiders?”

“Yes, indeed, Aunt Sarah,’ said Cora. ‘I should like to know how they
build those funny little things. They look just like lace, don’t they?”

“Yes,” said Aunt Sarah. “‘A spider’s web does look something like lace, and
the threads from which they are spun are as fine as those of any lace you ever
saw.

“But how did the spider make his web in the window?” said Cora.

“The spider,” said Aunt Sarah, “spins his web from material which he car-
ries in his body. The spider picked out this place to weave the web. Crawl-
ing along the window, he fastened a single thread to the wall; then dropped

downward, spinning a singlethread as he dropped. After going some little dis-
tance he began to swing back and forth, farther and farther each time, until
he finally reached the wall. Clinging to this he fastened the thread there, so
you see he then had arope upon which to travel back and forth. Starting from
another point, he wove another thread, and dropped down until he reached this
“rope, or could reach it by swinging. So he worked until he had a large number
of these single threads, which form the framework of his web. These threads
all cross at some point. Using this asa centre, he worked round and round
until he finished the thicker part which you see in the centre. His hope was
that some fly might be caught in the meshes of the web, and be held there
until he could devour it. The spider’s web is a wonderful piece of work.

“Think, Cora, how strong these little threads must be to support the weight
of the spider as he swings back and forth. But get the broom now, and we
will sweep it away.” Cora got the broom, but not with very good grace. She
was much interested in the spider’s web, and it was with sorrow that she saw
Aunt Sarah sweep it to the floor.





he fairies (all.

RANDMA, there are lots of fairies where we live, for I have
heard them laugh and sing and play in the moonlight. You
know we have no dreary winters where my fairies live; no cold,
white snow covers the pretty, green grass, the wind is not
chilly, and the flowers never die; the leaves never turn brown,

@ nor are the trees ever bare, and the birds sing all the year
round. The fairies are perfectly happy, for, of course, they could not live
without flowers, birds, and moonlight.

Sometimes, when the moon is so bright, it makes me think it is time to get
up. I go to the window and listen. The wind that comes from where the sun
has gone to bed begins to sing just like the organinchurch. First the fire-flies
and the glow-worms light up the fairy ball-room, until the lovely pine-woods

look like the place God makes the stars in. Then the grasshoppers and crick-
ets, bugs and bees begin to: tune up their horns and fiddles, while some of the
birds join in the fairies’ orchestra. “One funny old bird keeps tap-tapping on
an old tree and thinks he is playing the drum. A pretty black-bird, with a red
breast and yellow wings, has a flageolet; the other instruments are all taken
by the mocking-bird, and whenever he sings, or plays, a solo, everybody hushes
to listen. There is a chorus of voices, too, one big bird singing quite distinct-
ly the words ‘‘Ever more, ever more,” and the other birds sing out whenever
they have a chance.

- After the band are all in their places, the leat -dids and katy-didn’ts begin
scolding, and making the fairies hurry up; soon they begin to tiptoe, tiptoe o over
the grass, making ready for dancing and ring-around-a-rosy.

The old owl is floor-manager, and he says: “To which, to who, to which,
to who?”

Another bird, who wants to help manage, says: ‘ Choose Will’s widow!
choose Will’s widow!” while everybody looks at a pretty little fairy, all in
green and gold, with the tiniest little feet, standing pouting ata little boy fairy,
who is teasing her, and I can just hear her say:



“ Blow, breezes, blow,

Let Colin’s hat go;

O’er hills and dale let it be whirled,

Till I get my hair all curled and curled.”

Then a bird sings out loud, “ Whip-poor-will! whip-poor-will!” and every-



body turns to look at a boy fairy, who is naughty and cross, because hecan not
have the first chance to dance with the pretty widow; the bugs and beetles
begin to scold, and say:
“Huzzy, huzzy, huzzy;”
some others answer:
“Busy, busy, busy;” the
ball seems in danger of
breaking up in a quarrel,
until the cricket sings out
loud: “Cheer up, cheer up,
cheer up,” and the dance
begins.

The big spider over in
an old tree-top is the fairies’
spinner; his wheel goes:

Whiz, whiz, whirl, whirl,

Lo, and behold

Reel away, reel away,
Straw into gold.









G. The fairies’ pretty dresses are made of his gold and
i silver threads; they sparkle and glisten so, as they dance,
that my eyes are dazzled by looking at them.
Well, grandma, they dance and dance till they're tired,
i i 7 then they have supper; eating violets and
: lily-bells, and drinking dew-drops from
| acorn-cups. They are so merry with their
laughing and_ singing,
that some little bunnies,
who have not gone to
bed, scamper away
home to tell their mam-
mas; the quail wake up
i and call: ‘““Bob White,
ot Bob White,” and that
| | starts the squirrels, who
/ chatter: “Chestnut,
abes chestnut, they'll eat ‘em
all up!” Jennie Wren, who was taking a nap with her head under her wing,
says: “ Tweet, tweet;” the fairies, startled by all this noise, run away home,






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except a few, who have drank too much dew-drop. Anold robin flies round
mocking them with the words: “Kill ’em, cure em, physic; kill’em, cure ’em,
physic.” Then I know it is morning, and creep shivering to bed. As I nestle
in my pillow, I hear the turkey hens say: “I’m up, up,” and the old gobbler
answers: ‘Talk, talk, talk, gabble, gabble, gabble,” and this is why I slept so

late in the morning.

With a single eye,
She always does my bidding
Very faithfully;
But she eats me no meat,
And she drinks me no drink,
A very clever servant, as you well may think.



Another little servant
On my finger sits,
She the one-eyed little servant
Very neatly fits;
But she eats me no meat,
And she drinks me no drink,
A very clever servant, as you well may think.

Now, one more little servant,
Through the single eye,
Does both the other's bidding
Very faithfully;
But she eats me no meat,
And she drinks me no drink,
A very clever servant, as you well may think.

A needle and a thimble,
And a spool of thread,
Without the fingers nimble,
And the knowing head,
They would never make out,
If they tried the whole day,
To sew a square of patchwork, as you well

may say.
—Mary J. JAcquzs,





hilt,
He must manage a train, though it
be of chairs,
He must beat a drum, he must hunt for
bears;
In fact, his highest ambition and plan,
His dearest wish, is to be a man.

But many a boy is unmanly to-day

Because there are so many “ifs” in the
way;

He scorns this “if,” and he frowns at that,

He shirks his lesson to wield a bat;

And so he will go, as best he can,

From youth to old age without being a man.

Oh, there are so many “ifs” in the road
That leads to manhood’s highest abode!
Kindness, purity, courage and truth,
Stumbling-blocks these to many a youth,
For he who will not make these his own,
Can never reach manhood’s glorious throne.

So who would be manly should keep in mind
He must ever be gentle, and brave, and kind,
Obedient always to Right’s fair laws,

A brother to every noble cause;

Thus shall he serve God’s cherished plan,
And come to the stature of a man.

~Emma C. Down.





Ghe Strife of Seasons.

a} PRING, Summer, Autumn, and Winter once had a great quarrel
| with each other. Each one wished to be considered the best
and to possess more attractions than the other; but they
wished especially to push Winter away because he wore an
ugly dress, and they thought he could be pleasing to no
one. This troubled Winter very much, and looked very
enviously at the others. He saw how the good Lord had
clothed Spring in a green dress, adorned with the most beautiful buds and
flowers, so that all the birds came back again and sang their songs to him, and
the sun came out every day from behind the clouds and smiled kindly at him.

He saw Summer, too, with the warm sun which ripened the strawberries
and cherries, with the beautiful clover and corn-fields, and the reapers with
their merry songs. Hesaw how Autumn, with its purple grapes, its red-cheeked
apples and pears, was kindly greeted by everybody; how everything rejoiced
and received with gratitude the gifts which Autumn so richly offered. When, »
however, Autumn passed away the Winter came with his gray dress, then the ©
swallows and other birds flew away. No bird wished to sing asong to Winter,
no flower to bloom for him; and the sun came very seldom from behind the
clouds.

This made Winter so unhappy that he wept bitterly for many days, so that
his tears fell down upon the earth. When the good God saw this he said to
Winter: “Do not weep. Why are you so mournful? Look into the houses,
and see how cosily the people sit together, and how mothers tell their children
stories of the dear Christ-child, whom you bring to them.”

Then Winter quickly dried his tears, and noticed for the first time what he
had entirely overlooked in his grief. Soon God gave him a white garment, in
- which he looked more cheerful. Children ran quickly out in the snow, sleds
were drawn out, snowballs were thrown, a snow man was made, and there were
joy and gladness everywhere. When Christmas came and the lovely trees were
hung with so many beautiful things, the children called loudly: ““Welike Winter
best, because he brings us the dear Christ-child.”. And Winter rejoiced with
them, for he had learned to know that he had received much that could give
pleasure to others, and all the seasons thanked God for his love.

—Miss Lucy WHEELOCK,



@hased by Savages.

ee AWRENCE NORTON was a young man of twenty-two. He
had finished his education, and was desirous of seeing ‘‘some-
thing of the world,” as he expressed it. His uncle, who wasa
large ranchman in Montana, had frequently written Lawrence,
urging that he visit the west and make his home there. Law-
rence was anxious to go, and in a few short weeks found himself
safe in his uncle’s home.

The house in which his uncle lived was not such as Lawrence
had been used to. Neither
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change to him, and the
wildand free life which he
led there was so pleasant |
that he thought he should
like always to remain.

On his uncle’s ranch
were many hundreds of
horses and of cattle. Only
a few days after his ar-
rival his uncle presented B=.
him with a fine horse and| Af
saddle and told him to
make the most of it. Day |
after day Lawrence went }
out to help herd the cat-
tle. On one occasion, he &
thought he would ride to
the hills some distance A RACK FOR LIFR.
away and explore them. His horse was fresh, and he galloped rapidly forward.
The air was bracing and Lawrence felt every nerve thrill with life and vigor.
Reaching the hills he dismounted, and, staking out his horse, he started out on
foot in search of whatever adventure might befall him.























































































Like every other herdsman, he carried his trusty rifle with him. s As he
reached the summit of a little hill he saw a band of Indians encamped in the
vale below him. Lawrence thought it would be great fun to send a rifle ball
over their heads and terrify them. He did not think of the danger there would:
be in such a course for himself, so, raising his rifle to his shoulder, he fired in
the direction of the encampment. No sooner was the gun discharged than
the Indians sprang to their feet in great commotion. They ran hither and.
thither, gathered their arms together, and hastily mounted their ponies. Then
_ Lawrence realized what he had done. Hisown horse was some distance away,
and the Indians were coming in the direction from which the gun had been
fired. Lawrence ran rapidly to the spot where he had left his horse, and
reached him none too soon. As he was mounting, the Indians appeared on the
summit of the hill, and seeing him, at once gave chase. Then began a race
for life. Lawrence knew that if he fell into the hands of the Indians there was
little hope forhim. He had had no time to reload his gun, and so was unable
to defend himself. He urged his gallant steed to the utmost, and started off
across the plains, hoping that he might escape them. But the ponies of the
Indians were fresh, and although Lawrence had some rods the start, yet he felt
that there was but little hope of escape. Knowing that his gun was of no use
to him, and that it added so much weight to his horse, he threw it away.
Then he threw away his coat and hat, and sped onward.

For miles and miles they raced. At one time the Indians were close upon
him, but his horse seemed to know that life depended on his efforts, and that
another mile would bring him within reach of assistance. So springing for-
ward with renewed vigor, he soon placed a safe distance between him and his
pursuers. Lawrence reached his companions badly frightened, and it was with
difficulty that he could tell them of his escape. Although they rejoiced that
Lawrence had gotten off unharmed, yet none of them felt like blaming the
Indians for chasing a man who, without any cause whatever, had fired upon
them.



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HERE was once a poor farmer who owned a small field of corn. He

had planted and cultivated it with great care, for it was all he could
AAS depend upon for the support of his large family. The little blades of
corn had come up, but the ground was parched and dry for the want of rain.
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rain drops up in the sky saw him, and one said to the other, “Look at that poor
farmer, he looks so sad and discouraged, I do wish that I could help him.”
“What would you do,” said the other; “you are only one little rain drop you
could not even wet one hill of corn?” “True,” said the other, ‘‘but, then I
could go and cheer hima little. I believe I'll try. So here I go,” and dbwen
went the little rain drop, and fell on the farmer’s nose. ‘Dear me!’ said the
farmer, ‘I do believe we are going tohave a shower—I’m so glad!”



No sooner had the first rain drop left, than the other said, “Well, if you
go, I believe I’ll go too.” So down came the second little rain drop and fell on
a hill of corn by the farmer's feet.

By this time another rain drop said to his companions, as they came to-
gether: ‘‘What is this I hear about going to cheer some poor farmer—that isa
good errand, I believe I'll go too.” “And I, and I, and I,” said the others. So
they all went—faster, and faster they came, till the whole field was watered,
and the corn grew and ripened, all because one little rain drop did what it could,
which encouraged many others to do the same.

Dear friends, that is just what our mission bands in the churches are try-

ing to do.
A BOery Odd Girl.

She cares for baby brother;

She fashions balls and kites for Nate,
And runs for tired mother,
“She’s just.as odd as odd can be!”

¢|N school she ranks above her mates,
And wins the highest prizes;

bi) She bounds correctly all the states,
And tells what each one’s size is;



In class she will not prompt a friend,
For she doesn’t believe in telling;
She heeds the rules from end to end,

And never fails in spelling.
“She’s just as odd as odd can be!”
Say all the school of Esther Lee.

She keeps her room as neat as wax,
And laughs at Peter’s mockings;

She mends Priscilla’s gloves and sacques,
And darns the family stockings;

She dusts the sitting-room for Kate,



Say all at home of Esther Lee.

For little, crippled Mary Betts
She saves her brightest pennies;

She never, never, sulks or frets
T£ she doesn’t beat at tennis;

With happy words she is sure to greet
Children in lowly by-ways;

She guides unsteady, aged feet
Across the bustling highways.
“She’s just as odd as odd can be!”
Say all the town of Esther Lee.







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&> HE origin of foot-ball is lost in the past. In the days when the
I Greeks were writing text-books to distress the youth of the
19th century the Grecian boys played foot-ball, but not as we
see it to-day. All that we know was that the ball used was
an inflated bladder, and that it could be touched only by
the foot. Ata later day the Romans adopted the game, and
added the feature of seizing and carrying the ball. From the
Romans it was introduced into Great Britain, where it has long
been the national game. In fact, the interest of the American people in the
game of base-ball is insignificant ascompared to the interest the English people
take in foot-ball. In 1175 one wfiter mentions it as ‘‘a game much indulged in
by young men after dinner.” In the 14th century Edward III. and Richard II.
made it a crime to play foot-ball, in the hope that the young men would pay
more attention to archery. Ata later date James I. objected to the game on
account of its roughness, and in forbidding his sons to play it he said that the
“game was meeter for laming than making able the users thereof.” And,
indeed, there is good ground for his objection to it. Early in the present
century in England Shrove Tuesday was recognized as foot-ball day. Every-
body played it, old and young, men, women and children, and it is indeed
amusing to read of the precautions that were taken to prevent accidents. The.
people living near the grounds barricaded their doors and put heavy shutters
against the windows. As the ball itself could not be dangerous, we are forced
to conclude that the trouble was entirely with the players. Imagine, if you
can, several hundred and even thousands of people scrambling, running, push-
ing, jumping, falling over one another, in wild pursuit of the ball, anxious only
to send it out of reach again by a vigorous kick! Imagine, too, several balls
flying about in the same field! Think of the collision between two groups of
players! What aturmoil must haveensued! Surely the opportunity for elbows.
to burst through windows, for sensitive shins to come in contact with mis-
directed toes, for clumsy bodies to tumble to the earth and be tramped upon by »
the crowd was great indeed! This festival disappeared some time between 1825.
and 1830. Fora quarter of a century after that the game was played mostly in
academies. The famous school of Rugby made a game of its own, and, by the
way, should any of our readers desire an account of the excitement of a foot-ball
game, we know of none better than that given in “Tom Brown at Rugby.”
The game at the present time is played with eleven men ona side. The





field must be 330 feet long by 160 feet in width, the goal posts placed at the
end 18% feet apart, and the cross-bars ten feet from the ground. There are
two sets of rules governing the game. Inone the ball cannot be touched except
by the foot, which is far less dangerous than the other one, and, on the other
hand, far less exciting than the one in which the player is allowed to seize the
ball and run with it, in which scrimmages are common. The game is in favor
with all who love vigorous and manly sports. The training it offers is highly
valuable from a physical standpoint. Undoubtedly one reason why foot-ball
has less popularity in America than in England is due to the fact that its season
is short. Contests in America are mostly between college teams. The game
is, however, growing in importance, and a college championship contest always
draws large crowds. The men are divided into seven rushers, one quarter
back, two half backs and one full back. The players must possess agility,
strength, endurance and pluck, and perhaps in no other game does swift run-
ning count as much as in this.



@€A Boy's Gssay on @obaceo.

OBACCO grows something like cabbage, but I never saw one
cooked. I have heard men say that cigars that was given them
election day for nothing was mostly cabbage leaves. Tobacco
stores are mostly kept by wooden Injuns, who stand at the door
and fool little boys by offering them a bunch of cigars which is
glued into the Injuns’ hands, and is made of wood also. I tried
to smoke a cigar once, and I felt like Epsom salts. Tobacco was
invented by a man named Walter Raleigh. When the people
first saw him smoking they thought he was asteamboat, and were
frightened. My sister Nancy isagirl. I don’t know whether she

‘EY likes tobacco or not. There is a young man named Leroy who
comes to see her. I guess she likes Leroy. He was standing on the steps one
night, and he had a cigar in his mouth, and he said he didn’t know as she would
like it, and she said: “Leroy, the perfume is agreeable.” But when my big
brother Tom lighted his pipe, Nancy said: ‘Get out of the house, you horrid
creature; the smell of tobacco makes me sick.” Snuff is Injun meal made out
of tobacco. I took a little snuff once, and then I sneezed.







black eyes, and feet that looked as if they might have corns
on them. They dressed alike, too, in lovely green coats and
hoods edged with red. Their woiges were not at all sweet, but
they loved to sing, and never seemed to mind if people did
laugh.

They lived in a cigar store, where they were often spoken
to and given pieces of candy or sugar.

They liked to be talked to and admired, but if anybody tried to touch
them they would scratch or bite.

This seems very naughty, but Polly and Patty were not little giris, but
parrots.

Mr. Peters, the man who kept the store, bought them of a sailor. They
could only speak Spanish then, but they soon learned English. As they were
very tame he did not keep them ina cage, but let them perch on a pair of
large deer-horns near the front of the store. They never tried to get away,
but would say, ‘‘How do you do? Glad to see you!” when any one came in,
and ‘‘Good-by! come again,” when they went.

One day Mrs. Peters, who was a very prim old lady, thought she would
take Patty home with her, as she was often very lonesome. But Patty missed
Polly so much that she would not talk at all, She moped on her perch all
day, with her feathers ruffled up.



An old friend of Mrs. Peters called to see her.

She was French, and

could not speak very good English. She tried to tell about the old fat poodle

she had had so many years,

and that had just died. She cried as she talked,
and Patty must have thought it very funny,

for she opened her beady eyes

and straightened up to listen. In a few moments she began to imitate the

French lady—sniffing and sobbing, and saying,

“Mon poor Flore! So sweet dog i

in the same broken English:

Prim Mrs. Peters was very much shocked at Patty. She was alarmed for
fear her friend would be offended, so she took a piece of green baize and threw

it over the naughty bird, thinking that in the dark she would be quiet.

And

so she was; for some time she did not make a sound; but all the time she was
pecking and pulling at the baize until she had made a hole large enough for

her bill and one eye.

Then she cried out, “Hooray!” in loud tones, and at once

began to sniffle and sob and talk about “poor Flore” more than ever.
Mrs. Peters hurried her into another room. She sent her back to the
cigar store the next morning, where Polly welcomed her back by cackling like

a hen.

But the French lady has never liked Mrs. Peters since, nor does Mrs.

Peters like parrots.

—CLARA G. DOLLIVER,

3.2 —

Ghorn of Pris Cocks.

PLACED my boy in the barber’s chair,
To be shorn of his ringlets gay;
And soon the wealth of his golden hair
On the floor in a circle lay.

Twas a trifling thing of daily life,
And to many unworthy of thought—
Too small a theme ’mid the toil and strife
Of this world’s changing lot.

But the ringing out of the cruel shears
To my heart-strings caused a pang,
For they changed the child of my hope and
fears
With the scornful tune they sang.

My thoughts were bent on the little cap,
‘And the curls that round it twined

Like golden clasps with which to trap
The sunbeam and the wind.

No more I shall see those flying curls,
And my homeward steps I wend;

Another stage of his life unfurled,
Where youth and childhood blend.

So when from his chair he stepped at
length,
He stood, with his artless smile,
Like Samson shorn of his locks of strength
By Delilah’s treacherous wile.

Thus one by one will vanish away
The charms of his childish life,

And each bring nearer his manhood’s day,
With its scenes of toil and strife.

God grant that my lease of life may last
Through his changing years of youth;

Till the danger rapids of life are passed
And a Samson stands in truth.







their door every morning, or can get it by simply calling at
the post-office, ever think of the way in which letters and
papers were carried across the continent before railroads were
built there ?Up to the year 1867 the only means of carrying
mail from the Mississippi River to the coast was by means
of coaches, or horsemen. The stage coaches of those days were very
largeand strong, as they needed to be to stand the rough usage which
they received. They were drawn by six horses and traveled at a rapid
rate; about every fifteen miles were relays—as they were termed—
that is, horses were kept at these points, and when the coach dashed
up with its six foaming steeds, fresh horses were attached, and the
‘ coach went on tothe next post. These coaches carried not only mail,
valuable packages, but passengersas well. The coach would carry twenty pas-
sengers very comfortably inside and out. The route lay through a country full
_ of savages and the stage was frequently attacked by them. At such times
driver and passenger knew that they could expect no mercy and fierce battles
often ensued. The coach, however, contained a guard of armed men to pro-
tect the passengers from the savages, yet in many instances this was not suffi-
cient, and oftentimes nota single passenger escaped to tell the story.

It was my lot once to ride on the overland coach from Omaha to Denver.
‘We had but about two days journey before us, and we were all congratulating
ourselves upon our good fortune in having escaped the savages so far. The driver
was asilent man, somewhat past middle age, and seemed to have but little to
say; his whole attention seemed to be directed to his steeds. As we were roll-
ing merrily along one morning chatting gaily, the driver said, ‘There are tracks
on the roadside and you may all look for a little brush with the savages before
the day closes.” The guards seemed to believe there were savages before us,
and as we saw them looking carefully to the priming of their guns and examin-
ing their cartridge boxes to see that they were full, we became somewhat sober.
We did not, héwever, forget to look to our arms—such as we had. But a short
time passed ere the driver spied a single savage some distance ahead. He said
nothing—but gathering the reins carefully in his hands, and putting his big
whip where he could use it, he urged the horses onward; after a few moments
we saw another savage, then another—and in less time than it takes to tell the
story we saw ahead of us a large band of mounted savages. ‘There was noth-



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ing todo but to make the most of it, and whipping up the horses to their utmost
speed he undertook to go past the terrible foe.

The savages were armed with bows and arrows and, of course, could stand
but little show against the superior weapons of the guards. A single volley
from the guards scattered them somewhat, and it was with real pleasure we
saw several of their number fall from their horses. The savages did not pro-
pose to let us off so easily, however, and soon returned; then began a hand to
hand fight. There were at least two hundred of them and only a dozen of us.
Their arrows fell thick and fast among us, but the savages were too wary to
come too close to the death-dealing guns of our men. We soon saw that if our
horses could only. hold out that all would be well, and it was indeed a sight to
see the care with which the driver handled them. He did not seem to notice
the savages or their arrows, but gave his whole attention to his team. The
chase continued for some miles and we thought we would surely escape, but
the savages seemed to realize thaf it was now or never with them, andagain
came on with the most unearthly yells and a volley of arrows to which all
their previous assaults had been light indeed.

We met them resolutely. Finding that they could not capture us in any
other way they turned their attention tothe horses and soon one of the leaders
fell to the ground wounded with some of their arrows; as he fell the other horses
ran over him, and in an instant all was contusion. The driver succeeded in
stopping his team and we doubled our efforts to keep the savages away. As
soon as the coach was stopped and our men could aim more carefnlly the savages
realized there was no hope for them, and a few volleys put them to flight, leav-
ing a score of dead and wounded behind them. When the coast was clear we
dismounted, straightened out the horses as best we could and went on after
shooting the horse which the Indians had wounded so severely.’ We reached
our journey’s end without further danger, but you can rest assured that no one
of us ever cared to again ride on the Overland Mail.







Gle [)cddlesome oy.

HIS isa bad little boy. He loves to meddle with things that
do not belong to him, and sometimes he is cruel to harmless
animals. All children should obey their parents, but Iam sorry
to say that Harry is not an obedient boy.

Last summer he went into the country to spend a month
: with his grandmother, but he was so uneasy and restless that
she sent him home ina week! He loved to tease the dog, and worry the cat,
and play all kinds of tricks on the pigs and chickens.

Then he would throw stones at the birds, and sometimes climb the trees to
steal their eggs or destroy their pretty nests. Once his grandma saw him
throwing a great stone at White Betty, her best cow, and told him that such a
cruel boy ought to have no nice milk, butter, or cheese. He began to cry, and
said that he did not think that it would hurt her! Then his uncle gave him a
little tap with his cane, to show him how it feels to be hurt, and told him that
he would try the same thing whenever he saw him ill-treat any animal!

One day, while Harry was sitting onthe porch, he spied a queer-looking
bundle hanging on a bush near by. Some pretty buzzing insects were coming
out of little holes in the sides of it, and flying all about. ‘Well, well,” said the
little boy, “I wonder who you are, and what you keep in that funny thing, any-
way? I mean to find out, and pretty quick, too! Grandma will never know!”

~ So he brought a high stool and climbed to reach the place. But, just as
he took hold of it, out flew the buzzing little creatures, and away jumped poor
Harry, nest and all. Even this did not end the matter, for the funny bundle
wasa hornets’ nest! It was fullof insects and they were very lively! Perhaps
you have been told that hornets have a stinger, long and sharp, and that they
thrust it into any one that attacks them.

They all flew at the little boy, and stung him so severely that he screamed
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©limbing the fEaleon’s ©rag.

HE hero of my story was named David Burns. He was just a
little Scottish shepherd laddie, running almost as wild over the
hills as the sheep he tended, and as happy as the lark that sang
in the blue heavens.

David worked for the great laird of Clunie, wno lived at

the castle in the valley, and owned all the country round about.

One fine morning, late in the spring, as young Burns was

about his work on the hill-side, he heard a voice call from above,

“Hallo, David!” and looking up, saw standing there a lad of about his.own age,

at sight of whom our hero snatched off his weather-stained cap and stood bare-

headed, his eyes glistening with pleasure, for this was Master Willie of Clunie,
whose father David served.

“I’m home for the holidays,” the young laird said, “and I’ve been hunting
for you everywhere to know if you have kept your promise, and found an
eagle’s nest for us to visit together ?”

“I’m blithe to see ye hame an’ lookin’ sa bonnie. As for the nest I ken
the whereabouts of one. I was just waiting till the wee birdies was grown a
bit before I climbed down an’ gathered one for ye, sir,’ David replied.

‘Well, we'll go together this morning; that will be better fun.”

“Na; it’s naa gude day for the likes of you, sir, to be amongst the hill-tops.
See how thick the mistslay there. We maunwaita clearer day, an’ take some
of the men folks alang.”

‘Where is the place?” questioned the other.

“Amongst the Falcons’ Crag, up Ben Clunie.”

“Why, that’s not so far,” Willie answered. ‘It’s much better sport to go
by ourselves.” And then, when David sturdily shook his head, he added,
‘Well, I’m going, at any rate. [Pm not afraid. You can do as you please;”
and turning on his heel, the boy stalked angrily away.

David stood looking after the retreating figure somewhat sadly, for he loved
his young master most devotedly, and would willingly have risked life and
limb for hissake. What was he to do? Sit quietly there and let Master Willie
climb the Falcons’ Crag by himself, and perhaps get lost in the white mist that
hung about the mountain-top so thickly?

For David knew how many ashepherd had lost his life amongst the hills |
at such atime by falling into some deep gap, and been dashed to pieces hundreds



of feet below. Yethis young master had, in his usual headstrong fashion, started
by himself, and was already far out of sight. .

It took but a few moments for Davidto decide. Wrapping his tartan plaid —
around him, and seizing his shepherd’s crook, he was soon hastening over the
uneven ground, and hurrying up the hill-side as fast as he could in the direction
Will Clunie had taken.

Presently he came up with the other, and saying humbly, “Sir, if ye maun
gang, I'll gang with ye,” walked along beside him.

“Ah, that’s your true self, Dave!” the other joyfully exclaimed. “Ihad an
idea you were going to show the white feather.”

David made no remark, only a hot flush came into his honest, sunburnt
little face. ;

So up they climbed, higher and higher, and nearer the white cloud that
rested on the mountain-top, so silent and so still.

At last they reached the place called the Falcons’ Crag, and went more
cautiously, for the spot was very dangerous, overhanging as it dida deep loch,
or lake, below. Above them, creeping lower each moment, hung the cloud of
white mist.

“We must hurry and find the nest,” Willie said, pointing to the sky above.

“Hist, sir! see yonder!” exclaimed David, excitedly pointing. ‘‘Lie down,
sir, lie down; ye maun let them get wind of ye.”

The boys hastily crouched behind a boulder, and eagerly looked below,
where a pair of fine eagles hovered over a ledge of rock, upon which evidently
their nest was built. The rocks around were strewn with the bones of sheep
and lambs, and David whispered to Will that they must lie quiet till the
old birds flew away in search of food, as it would be dangerous to go nearer
the nest, in case they attacked them.

Will forgot everything in his anxiety to possess an eaglet and carry it
back with him to the castle. They watched with much excitement the two
noble birds as they swept round and round in wide circles. Now and again
they would rest on their great brown wings without further movement, and then
swoop down without apparent effort, calling to one another, and circling as be-
fore.

At last they seemed to decide that it was time to go in search of dinner for
themselves and their young ones, and, rising high in the air above the mountain-
tops, were lost to sight in the mist.

The opportunity was not to be lost. Telling his young master ‘“‘to bide
stilla while,” and keep a sharp look-out in case the old birds returned, when
he was to shout, David unwound the plaid from his body and prepared to de-



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A FIGHT WITH AN EAGLE.



scend to the nest, armed only with his shepherd's crook. In another moment
he had disappeared over the steep side, and was lost to sight, justas the mist
suddenly rolled down, and shut out the rest of the hill from view.

How long he lay there Willie could never decide, but it seemed to him
hours that he clung anxiously, waiting to hear some sound that would tell what
had become of David. He began to wish he had not over-persuaded the brave
lad to undertake such atask. He dared not shout, for fear the two eagles
might hasten back to protect their little ones. He crept to the edge and looked
for David, but the mist prevented him from seeing what was below.

He could bear the suspense no longer; with caution he lowered himself
down toa spot some way beneath, and shouted.

Imagine his terror if you can when the shrill, peculiar cry of the king of _
birds greeted his ear, and, the mist clearing at the same moment, he saw that
David was making violent efforts to climb toward him, but that an overhang-
ing rock prevented him from doing so.

‘Help, help!” cried Will, half frantic at the dangerous position of his
friend, not realizing how impossible it was that in so lonely a spot such a cry
should receive an answer. Buttwo shepherds happened to be near, and came
hurrying to the rescue.

They saw ata glance poor David’s plight, and fortunately having with
them a short coil of rope, they hastily descended to rescue him.

It was only just in time, for the eagles were becoming furious, and as the
men lowered the rope to the boy and he slipped his foot into the running loop,
_ they darted toward him, tearing his shirt and lacerating his flesh with their
beaks and talons, and screaming loudly. The men both shouted, and while
one pelted the birds with pieces of rock and stones, the other, with Will’s help,
drew our hero to the ledge, bleeding but triumphant, a tiny eaglet clasped in
one arm.

After much risk, they succeeded in getting out of their perilous position,
but David was too: weak from loss of blood to walk, so they hoisted him on
their shoulders, and carried him down Ben Clunie and right into Clunie Castle,
for Will would have it'so.

Of course the laird was very angry at the foolish risk the lads had run in
attempting so daring a feat without more assistance. But his eyes sparkled
with pleasure as he listened to Will’s account of David's courage.

As for that brave lad, he soon recovered from his wounds, and was as happy
as before. But to Willie the adventure taught a lesson he never forgot—how
nearly a life had been lost simply to gratify his selfish whim.

—EpitTH A. FINDLAY.



(Cavwn Gennis.

4 AWN TENNIS, while comparatively a new game in the United
States, isa very old one in England. For more than five hun-
dred years some variety has been played in England. Even
Chaucer referred to it, in 1380, as a “popular game.” Before
that time lawn tennis was a favorite game in France, Spain, and
Italy. It was not until about 15 years ago that the game at-
tained any prominence in America. About that time the ath-
letic circles of Boston introduced the game. Requiring as it does a high
degree of intelligence and skill, offering a most excellent opportunity for phy-
sical exercise and cultivation of judgment, it has rapidly won its way into
popular favor. Undoubtedly one of the reasons which has led to the popular-
ity of lawn tennis lies in the fact that the game can be played by both sexes
and by old and young. Were one to enter the parks of any of our large cities
he would be satisfied that the game is popular. Acres of lawn marked with the
rectangular court of lawn tennis are given up to that sport and abound
with graceful players of both sexes. They present a most enchanting ap-
pearance.

A lawn tennis court should be 78 feet in length and should extend from
north to south, as this arrangement least interferes with the sun. The court
should be 36 feet wide; the ends are termed base lines. The net, which should be
3% feet high at the ends and three feet in the middle, extends across through
the centre of the ground. Two lines, termed the service lines, are placed
21 feet from the net on each side, parallel to it, and are 27 feet in length,
A line is also drawn through the middle of the court and length-ways, and is
termed the half court line. The game is usually played by two or four players,
though what is known as the three-handed game has a great many followers.
There are quite a number of rules governing the game; however, the principal
points can be mastered ina single afternoon. It is not necessary to give the
rules here. The ball should weigh not over 2 ounces—not less than 2 15-16.
It must not be over 2% inches in diameter, nor less than 2 15-32. These di-
mensions have been established by the Lawn Tennis Associationas best adapted
to the wants of the game. While a suitable costume adds much to the ap-
pearance of the players, and affords freer movement than regular dress, yet it
is not absolutely necessary. The bat or racquet should not be over 14 inches.
in length, and should be grasped at the end. The players must stand on
opposite sides of the net.





The player who first delivers the ball is called the server, the other the
striker out. The server shall serve the ball with one foot on base line, and the
other foot behind that line. The ball served must drop between service line,
half court line, and side line of the court diagonally opposite to that from which
it was served. If the server fails to strike a ball, or if the ball served drops in
the net, or beyond the service line, or out of court, or in the wrong court, or if
the server does not stand as directed, it is termed a fault. The server shall
not serve again from
the same court from’
which he served that
fault, unless it wasa
fault because he
served from the
wrong court. If the
striker out is not
ready and a service

or fault is delivered
A

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LITT Ait © | it counts for nothing,
CHEE ry) The service shall ae
HALT TF be volleyed; that is,
returned before it
has touched the
ground. The server
wins a stroke if the
striker out volleys a
service, if he fails to
return service or ball
in play, or if he re-
turns service or ball
in play so that it
















drops outside of his opponent’s court.

The player who first wins six games wins the set. If both players win five
games the score is called games all, and the next game won by either player is
scored advantage game for that player. If the same player wins the next game
he wins the set; if he loses the score returns to games all, and so on until either
player wins the two games immediately following the score games all, when he
wins the set. This rule may be modified at the desire of individual clubs,
however. In matches the decision of the umpire shall be final. If two umpires



are called upon they shall divide the court between them, and the decision of
each shall be final in his share of the court.

Every year competitive games are played by the different clubs belonging
to the Tennis Association. There is wonderful interest shown in the matches.
There is a regular circuit of games the same as in base-ball. The credit for
introducing and developing the game in Americais due to Dr. Dwight, one of
our oldest and most expert players. Where the members of the club are
wealthy a vast amount of money is expended in laying out and equipping the
grounds. The Casino at Newport is probably one of the finest grounds in the
country. The prominence that the game has attained among us in so short a
time undoubtedly lies in the merits of the game. It is said that amusement,
skill, strength, and agility are happily united in this game. It would seem that
a game played by both sexes, and by young and old as well, could not afford
an opportunity for physical exercise, yet there is no game, perhaps, which calls
into play a greater number of muscles, or which taxes the entire physical sys-
tem of the body, more than lawn tennis.

It is about the only out-door sport of an athletic nature that invites the
skill of lady contestants and at the same time assures perfect conformity with
the rules of propriety and etiquette. The graceful exercise makes the game
wonderfully popular with ladies, so that in point of numbers little difference
exists between the players of each sex, though in tournament and match play-
ing we find they figure less prominently in consequence of the violence of ex-
ercise required at such times. This feature, however, is not true of English
lady players. English girls begin tennis playing while very young and reach
high skill in it; in fact, the champion player of England is a lady. The game
is also a sociable one, allowing opportunities for chatting and talking which
cannot be allowed in any other athletic game. There is also indoor tennis,
indulged in through the winter. Much pleasure and amusement is derived
from this, though indoor tennis cannot hope to rank with the game on
the lawn.

Everything connected with lawn tennis points to a great future for the
game in this country, although it is not likely that the general public will ever
rave over the game of tennis as they have over base-ball, nor is it desirable they
should. The strictly amateur character of the game, combined with great care,
has kept this beautiful and healthful sport free from contamination and raised
it to its present high position in popular esteem. This esteem will continueand
we feel assured that the game will increase in popularity in the future as in the
past, and that the players and lovers of the game will make it the best game in
the country in which both sexes can engage.





~T was long after supper time.
had cleared off the table, and gone into the kitchen to write a let-
ter home to Sweden; and there was no one in the dining-room ex-
cepting a mouse that was lazily picking up crumbs the baby had
dropped. Besides all this, I know in another way, too; for the

Iam sure of this, because Hannah

baby was fast asleep in his bed up-stairs.
It is perfectly ridiculous for me to call him the baby, because he was really
a big boy half-past five years old, but everybody called him that, so I must, I

suppose.

Mamma came into the hall, and what do you suppose she saw there the



seen eee

But nothing stirred under the bed-clothes.

“ Ba-by!”

“Ump!”

“Are you awake?”
“Perhaps so; to-morrow.”
‘*No, now.”



very firstthing? Itwas nothing more or
less than a big iron engine, with ared
smokestack, and only three wheels. It
must have had four wheels at first, but
now it just got along the best way ‘it
could on three. Now, that engine did
not belong to baby at all; andmamma
guessed just right when she suspected
that her boy had taken it that very
afternoon when he was over playing
with Jim Boggs. I tell you what
mamma did not like that at all, so
she started up-stairs with all her
might.

“Baby!”

By this time he was sitting up in bed, trying to rub his eyes open with his

eight fingers and two thumbs.

Mamma was standing there with the candle, and looking just as savage as
that particular mamma could possibly look. '
“Baby, whose engine is that down-stairs?”



“You mean, mamma, the one with the red smokestack, and only three
iegs?” é

“Yes,” said mamma, “that’s the very one.”

“Well, then,” replied the baby, as he settled down into bed again, “‘that
b’longs to Jim.”

“Did he say you could have it?”

The baby thought for quite a long time, and then said: ‘Seems to me he
didn’t; I expect I just took it.”

“Come,” said mamma, putting down the candle, “you must get right up
and take it back.”

“But I haven’t got any clothes on,” said the baby.

“No difference,” said mamma, “you can dress, and I'll stay here to button
your shoes.”

““Oh, dear!” é

But he had to do it, I can tell you; and, when he came down-stairs, there
was the engine quite ready to be taken home.

“Have I got to go all alone >” And the little boy opened the front door,
and looked out. The lights were burning in the streets, but, phew! wasn’t it
dark between them?

“T tell you what,” said mamma as her cold, stony heart softened a little at
last, ‘I'll stay here by the window, and perhaps you can see all the way over.”
Well, and so—Oh, yes, then the baby clattered down the front steps; and,
after running straight into the big lilac bush at the corner of the house, and
almost going head-first over the big stone down in the driveway, he looked
around, and there was mamma, sure enough, standing and waving good-by.

“ Pretty tough!” said baby to himself; but he tramped on over the hill, and
down to the fence that ran across Jim’s back yard. He crawled through, and
went on tiptoe up the steps to the door.

“Guess I'll just leave it and run home,” said the little boy to himself, but
he looked across and there was mamma still standing in the window. |

‘No, I guess I wont,” he said; and so he rang the bell. The minute the
girl opened the door, he heard Jim crying almost like mad, way up-stairs.
“Here’s Jim's engine, and I stold it; and I guess he’s crying for that, and I’m
sorry, and I’m going home—”

And the next thing they saw was a little boy scurrying across the back-
yard, through the fence, and over the hill. And I tell you another thing, too—
that little chap did not stop till he was safe in his mamma’sarmsagain. ‘This
makes two times that I’m gone to bed in only one night,” said the baby. “And,
mamma, I’m sorry "bout that engine.”



“That s all right now, my little man, and I don’t believe all this will hap-
pen again.”

“Well, I rather ’spect not.”

So mamma leaned over and kissed him softly, for she saw his eyes were
almost shut up tight.

“Had only three legs, anyway,” said the baby, as he tucked the clothes
close up under his chin, and so fell asleep.

@Josie’s @rouble.

et ITTLE Josie Brown was sent to the store fora bottle of shoe-

fe dressing. He didn’t care to go just then, so he rushed out of
the house ina bad temper. After getting the bottle he was re-
turning in the same ugly fashion, not looking at all where he was
going. He happened to come toa slippery part of the pave-
ment, and down he fell, dropping the bottle on the ground. Of
course it broke,.and the contents splashed all over his face, his
hands and his clothes. In terror he flew home, and ran scream-
ing to his mother. Seeing that he was about to throw himself on her lap, she
cried out in alarm: “Don’t come near me.’

Mrs. Brown was making a new silk dress, and she naturally objected to it
being soiled by shoe-dressing.

Then Josie screamed all the more, and his two little brothers, who were
present, thinking that their mother was frightened, began to scream too. This
woke the baby, who joined in the dismal chorus.

The sound was heard in the street, and some foolish people quickly gave
an alarm of fire. In a very short time engines were in front of the house.
This made such an uproar that Mrs. Brown wondered for a moment what it all
meant. When she did understand it herself she found it difficult to make
every body else understand what had happened. Then she found it still more
difficult to quiet her three frightened little children.

Don’t you think that was a great deal of trouble for one boy to cause his
dear mamma? Josie thought so when he was calm enough to think at all, and
I believe he tries to be more careful now when he is sent to the store.

—S. JENNIE SMITH.





@® Buffalo Hunt.

Rex NE day Hal saw a buffalo-hunt. Indeed, he was at the hunt
; but he did not take part in it.

This is the way it happened. Hal’s papa was going
from the fort where he lived to another, two hundred miles
away. Hal and his mamma went with him. They rode
in a covered carriage, called an ambulance.

There was an escort of soldiers with them, to protect
them if they should meet any Indians. Their road was called a trail,
and it led over the prairie. There were no houses on it except one or
two lonely cabins, and they were not near the trail.

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The Indians in that part of the country were very fierce and war-like. They
fought all the white people they met. Hal did not feel afraid, for he knew the
soldiers could drive them away.

It was very delightful to ride over the wide prairie. There were a great
many showy flowers. Hal would often get out of the ambulance and gather
his arms full of them. He thought it was great fun atnight, when they stopped.
The soldiers always cooked their suppers over a fire made in the open air.











Sane a ere a anc ern geen ner — ~ Soo snreeter te trrnan Sat tenement Sreerene te see gs a

One night they did not cook any supper, for they did not dare make a fire.
The scouts had seen a party of Indians, away off on their left. They knew
the Indians would see the smoke if they made a fire: and if they saw the
smoke they would come over there to get up a fight.

The day after the scouts had seen the Indians they came riding back as
hard as their horses could gallop... Everybody thought the Indians were
coming. 3

When the scouts got near enough they called out: “ Buffaloes! Buffaloes!
The soldiers all turned to look in the direction the scouts pointed. They
saw a cloud of dust behind a rise in the prairie, and in a few minutes they
could see a great herd of buffaloes. They were coming almost directly
toward the party.

The buffaloes made such a noise, as they came near, that Hal was fright-
ened. He was not so frightened but that he watched them all the time. On
they came—trot, trot. There were a great many of them. It seemed to Hal °
there were hundreds. As the buffaloes came near, the men were ready. Bang!
bang! went their guns. Over tumbled four or five large buffaloes. Hal’s papa
would not let the men give chase. He said the buffaloes might lead them
farther than they would have time to go. He was afraid, too, that the men
might run against some Indians. Another reason was that he did not think it
was right to kill more buffaloes than they could make use of.

The buffaloes had large, bushy heads, and large horns. Hal got out of

the ambulance and went up close to one of the dead ones. He patted it on
the head, and was not at all ae of it, though he thought it looked very wild,
even if it was dead.

Hal’s papa promised to have two of the horns polished for him so he could
keep them. He said he would keep them always, to remember his first buf-
falo-hunt by.

1"

—Mrs. BUSYHAND,





(ase Bait

O GAME of to-day is more popular than that of base ball; it is
indeed our national game, and where almost every boy is a
player, it seems hardly necessary to give any explanation of it,”
It stands without a rival in the opinion of all save a few follow-
ers of horse-racing, but were gambling taken away from the
latter sport it would disappear like mist before the summer's
sun. Fortunately base ball needs no such element to endear -
it to the people. It depends only upon local pride for its hold upon the peo-
ple. It furnishes its own attractions, its own excite-
ment; it affords the best of exercises, and has its fol-
lowers in every home.’

Base ball was not born; like Topsy, it “growed.”
The boys of Greece and Rome played a kind of hand
ball, the lads of England played “rounders” centuries
ago, but base ballas we know it is an American evo-
lution from “one old cat” and “town ball,” which our
fathers played a generation ago. The first organized
was the “Knickerbockers” of New York in 1845. The
Tules of those days were very simple. The pitcher,
instead of being the power he is to-day, was of little
importance. The only restriction put upon him was
that he pitch the ball, not throw it. Masks, gloves,
chest-protectors, spikes and the many accessories of
to-day were unknown. The best batter was the king
then, and the harder the ball was hit and the busier
fielders were kept in chasing the ball, the more fun
for the spectators.

The game made headway rapidly, but it was not
WL by, Until 1858 that there was anything like organization.

RAY} At a convention held in New York this year, twenty-
five clubs sent delegates, and base ball took its place

= at the head of American sports. In 1866 the number
Bounb For Fon of clubs had increased to two hundred and two, while
in 1891 the number was countless, every city, town and hamlet having its
“nine” and many places several. The city of Chicago alone had nearly three
hundred organized clubs, including amateurs.































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































Every boy knows how to lay off a “diamond,” and understands the main
rules of the game and the terms, ‘‘assist,” “error,” “battery,” ‘fly ball,” “foul,”
“dead ball,” “block ball,” “muff,” “double play,” “wild throw,” and hosts of
other base ball vernacular are apart of his vocabulary. In a scoresheet, A. B.
means times at bat. R. means rums scored. B. H. means base hits. P. O.
means put out. E. means errors made. A. means assists rendered. S. B.
means stolen bases. S. O. means struck out, and other terms may be used.
but these are most common.

It is a question if the youth of to-day get the fun out of ball that the youth
of a generation ago did. Then the ball was pitched to the batter, who, if skill-
ful, drove it far out into the field. How well I remember games which lasted
from three to five hours, games in which the score reached thirty to seventy on
aside. What yells greeted the boy who rushed panting over the plate and
cried “Tally!” What a hero was he who caught a “fly,” and did a side fail to
score during an inning it was hooted at mercilessly! How we farmer boys
worked through the week to finish our allotted tasks by Saturday noon so that
we might have the afternoon to play in. What vim, what energy we put into
the game! The “error” column was not kept then—nothing but the “runs,” and
these were usually counted by notches cut into one side of a stick. The um-
pire knew little of the game, but as the players knew less no harm was done.
We played for fun and fun we had until the evening shades warned us that we
must drop our loved sport. No thought of weariness came to us while we
played, but there were often bumps and bruises and soreness on our bodies
that a week’s respite could scarce allay. We who played the game in its in-
fancy go out to-day and witness the science, the strategy, the skill, which are
shown, the lightning-like speed with which the ball goes to the batter, the mar-
vellous dexterity with which a fielder pulls down a seemingly impossible ball,
the daring base running, and lastly the small score, with an intense longing for

the game as we knewit, and go home convinced that base ball, like everything
else, was better when we were boys.





Ghe Best \May.

OW hot the July sun poured down! Will rested on his hoe
handle, and drew his sleeve across his face to wipe off the mois-
ture. Such a lot of potatoes to hoe! He looked back at the
rows he had hoed, and then over at what there was still to hoe.
A sullen look crept into his face, but he worked on. At the end
of the long row he halted and, flinging the hoe in the furrow, sat

down in the shade of the tall corn that was nodding its tassels in the fitful
breeze:

“T don't believe there ever was a boy that had such hard times as I do,”
he muttered to himself. ‘It’s just work, work, work, work, from morning till
night. I’m sick of it,” and Will pushed back his hat and leaned against the
old basket to think it over, and build castles about what he meant to do by
and by. When he grew to bea man, he wouldn't work on a farm all day; he
would live in a fine house like Mr. Brown's, with a great spreading lawn and
tall shade trees in front; he knew just how it looked, for he went by there
almost every time on his way to town. Once he had seen a little boy just his
own size out inthe yard, reading in a book, and how he wished he could change
places with him. He would havea span of gray ponies, too, such as he had seen
Mr. Brown driving out of the great gate. So he went on planning and thinking,
till the minutes crept into half an hour—a whole hour—or more. Suddenly
Will was startled at a rustle near him in the corn, and springing up, he saw
Uncle Esek looking at him with a peculiar twinkle in his eyes.

Uncle Esek was no real relation to Will. He was an old, weatherbeaten
man who lived in a little log house a mile up the road from Will's home. He
was shrewd and keen, and by his kindly words, spoken at just the right moment,
he often helped many a perplexed boy out of his troubles.

“Well, what is it?” said Uncle Esek, glancing down at the hoe and then
at Will’s flushed face, from which the discontented look had not yet faded
away.

Will looked as if he would rather not tell, not feeling sure what answer
Uncle Esek would give him; but at last he said: ‘Don’t you think it’s mean to
make a boy work all the while, anyhow? When I get to be a man, I shan’t do
anything I don’t want to,” and he looked up rather defiantly; then he told what

he had been planning.
“Well,” said Uncle Esek in his aot quiet way, “I can remember when



Mr. Brown was a little boy like you, and didn’t live in half as good a house as
yours. He had to work justas hard as you do, too.”

Will looked surprised.

“Yes,” continued the old man, “he worked just as hard; but he didn’t fret
about it, and stop to build castles in the air when he ought to have been at
work. ‘The hand of the diligent maketh rich,’ the good Book says, and I
think you will find this true. And there is another verse: ‘Seest thou a man
diligent in his business, he shall stand before kings, he shall not stand before
mean men.” :

“But Mr. Brown don’t ‘stand before kings,’” urged Will.

“No,” said Uncle Esek, “but everybody respects him and values his good
Opinion.”

Will picked up his hoe thoughtfully, while Uncle Esek continued: “Every-
thing in this world worth the having costs something. We always have to pay
all that a thing is worth before we getit. If we want money we must work for
it; if we want to be wise, we must study hard and think a great deal; if we
want to have an easy time when we are old we must work for it when we are
boys.”

“Maybe that’s so,” said Will. “I never thought of it before. But anyhow
you can fix it, I don’t like to hoe potatoes, though I suppose it will have to be
done,” and he moved slowly toward his unfinished work,

“That’s right,” said the old man, looking after him; “do the things that are
waiting right at hand to be done. And after all, my boy, it doesn’t make so
much difference what we work at, though it isa great deal pleasanter to do -
what we enjoy; butitis the way in which we do the work that makes men of
us.

/ 3 -SSte

(Cove One Another.

ren small
is) Sat on the stairs in a lighted hall,
coed Vexed and troubled and sore per-
plexed
To learn the Sunday’s forgotten text;
Only three words ona gilded card,
But both children declared it hard.

| > a. was Saturday night, and two child-
A 44
B

‘Love,’ that is easy—it means, why, this’—
(A warm embrace and a loving kiss);

“But ‘one another,’ I don’t see who
Is meant by ‘another’—now, May, do your”

Very grandly she raised her head,
Our thoughtful darling, and slowiy said,
As she fondly smiled on the little brother:

‘Why, Iam one, and you are another,

And this is the meaning—don’t you see?—
That I must love you, and you must love me,”

Wise little preacher, could any sage
Interpret better the sacred page?



P\e ost Something.

Ore OTHER, can we go sliding on Red Run this afternoon? You
g needn't be afraid, mother; the ice is as hard as—as—”
“As hard as what, Rob: at
' “ As your head,” prompted mischievous Rob; and there
‘was a little scuffle between the boys as to which had the
hardest head—a scuffle full of fun to them, but rather too
noisy for mother.
“T don’t know about that, boys,” answered the mother; “I wanted
you to take care of Rosa this afternoon.”

“Oh, what a bother!” cried Foster, “we wont have a bit of fun.”

“Never mind, mother,” spoke up Rob, quickly, ‘let us have the little kid;
we'll take care of her.”

“T want to go to see poor Mrs. Belt,” said the mother, “and try to help her
with her sick children; Rosa would be in my way, but I wont let her go with
you, Foster, if you are not willing to take her.”

‘Oh, I'll take her,” said the little boy, ungraciously, “but it wont be any
fun; it will be a lost afternoon.”

When twilight_fell over the white, snow-covered world the children’s mother
hurried home, and found little Rosa and her two brothers sitting before the
glowing coal-fire in the nursery. :

‘‘Oh, mamma,” they all cried, together, springing up from the-rug and
hanging on to her snowy cloak, “we had just lots of fun.” And while the
mother dried her damp wraps and boots all three little tongues wagged at once.

‘We p’ayed I was a pwis’ner,” said Baby Rosa, “and Wobb and Foster
put me in pwison; and den I wunned away, and they taught me and slided me
back to pwison.”

“We most died laughing, mamma, to see the tot try to run on ice.”

‘And sometimes her little feet would fly from under her, and down she
would come like a thousand of brick; but she was real plucky—she didn’t cry
at all.”

‘‘How about your afternoon, Foster?” asked the mother, ‘‘was it lost?” —

“Fossy was weal nice to me, mamma,” said Rosa, putting her little fat
arms around him.

“Yes,” said mamma, looking very pleased, ‘““my boy lost something after
all—not his afternoon, I am glad to see, but a selfish, ugly little temper.”






(aby Gay and (Jaby Grey.

O little, green apples grew side by side on a great, big
tree.

Baby Gay and Baby Grey were happy little apples until
6) one day rough Mr. Hail rushed by them and in his hurry he let

» two of his little hailstones strike them. Mr. Hail was in too
much haste to say ‘Excuse me,” so rushed on.

The baby apples cried a moment with pain, but it was soon over and
they nestled down in their mamma's comfortable arms and went to sleep.

* These babies grew until they were large, round, green apples. The place
where the hailstones hurt them made a bruised spot on their cheeks.

Baby Grey thought of her scar a moment, then began to cry and said: “No
use in living; I have a great, ugly spot on my cheek; no one will ever love me;
Iam just tired of living. I can never be pretty, nor can I ever be sweet
and nice as my sister on that long, beautiful branch. I am just going to give

up.

So she did, and pouted herself into a shriveled, dried-up apple.

Not so with Baby Gay. She said: “I know I can never be pretty on one
side, for the hail made such a large hole in my cheek, but I am not going to
give up in that way.

“Am I not put into the world to do something toward making some one
happy, if is only to be a mouthful of good apple for a hungry little boy?

“Tam going to turn my good cheek to the sunshine and make it grow so
fat and rosy that when little girls and boys see me they will forget all about my
bruised side, and will love me for what there is good in me. I will ask the
sunbeams to shine and shine on me so warm and bright that my coat will
grow as red as Mary’s cheeks, and my meat will be as juicy and sweet as
is possible for an apple’s to be. God made me to be a happy Baby Gay,
for He wishes all of His babies to be happy, and I am not goin’ to give up
and be cross and ugly just because Mr. Hail made a mistake and let some -
of his little stones hurt me. So much more is the reason that I should try to
be happy.”

The dear Baby Gay did as she said, and she grew, and grew, ‘and grew,
until her good cheek was as round, red, and juicy as a pippin could be. It
puffed around the bruised spot so closely that Hattie had to open her great
blue eyes pretty wide to find the scar when she came to pluck the apple for
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T was arainy day and all the children had to stayin the house. Ned
had planned to go fishing, and Johnny wanted to set up a wind-mill he
had made. Susie wanted to gather her flower-seeds, and Pet was
anxious to hunt for her white kitten in the barns. So all were disap-
pointed, and, before the night, had become cross and peevish and

snappish. Mamma called all to her, and talked very gravely. They were
quiet for a while after it. In half an hour Ned brought a small box and showed
his mother. He had cut a little hole in the top, just large enough to let a cent
through, and under it were the words “cross box.”

“Look, mamma,” he said, “supposing whenever any of us speak cross we
make ourselves pay a cent fora fine? Susie and Johnny and Pet are so cross,
it would be a good thing. We'll try whocan keep out of the box the longest.”

Mamma laughed, and said it might be a very good plan if they all aes
to it; but if they did agree they must do as they promised.

“Tll agree,” said Susie, “I’m not going to be cross any more.”

“And I,” said Johnny.

“And I,” added Pet.

“What shall we do with all the money?” asked Susie.

“We'll buy a magic lantern,” replied Ned.

“No, we'll buy a whole lot of candy,” said Johnny.

“No,” added Susie, ‘“we’ll send it for a bed in thechildren’s hospital.”

“T tell you,” said Ned, angrily, “if you don’t do asI want to, I’ll pitch the
box out of the window.”

“Where's your penny, Ned?” asked mamma.

Ned looked very foolish, but brought the first penny and dropped it into
the box.

Mamma thought the box really did some good. The children learned to
watch against getting angry, and little lips would be shut tight to keep the ugly
words from coming through. When school began, they were so busy that the ~
box was forgotten. Weeks later mamma was putting a closet in order on Sat-
urday.

“Here's the cross box,” she said. |

_ “I’m going to see how much money there is,’ cried Ned “Seventeen cents.
That’s enough to buy lemons and nuts, and play peanut stand. Let’s do it.”

“Oh,” said Susie, ‘there goes poor littlelame Jimmy. I think it would be

hice to give it to him.”



“T say,” whimpered Pet.
“I wont!” whined Jonnny.
opr

No one knows what Ned was going to say, ina very crabbed voice, for just
then he clapped one hand on his mouth and with the other held up a warning

finger.

“Look out,” he half whispered, “or there’ll be more cents in the cross-box

for Jimmy.”

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Ei had a cow,
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ot & She used to stand on the pump
po aS and bow,

And what could the farmer do?
Moo, moo, moo, moo,

Moo, moo, moo!
She used to stand on the pump and bow,
And what could the farmer do?




There was an old farmer who owned some
sheep,
‘Baa, baa, baa!
They used to play cribbage when he was
asleep,
And laugh at the farmer’s ma,
Baa, baa, baa, baa!
Moo, moo, moo!
He owned a cow and he owned some sheep,
And what could the poor man do?

There was an old farmer who owned a pig,
Whoof, whoof, whoof!
He used to dress up in the farmer's wig,
And dance on the pig-pen roof.
Whoof, whoof! Baa, baa!
Moo moo, moo!
“sia

Oe ——

He owned a pig, some sheep, and a cow,
And what could the poor man do?

There was an old farmer who owned a hen,
Cuk-a-ca-doo, ca-doo!

She used to lay eggs for the three hired men,
And some for the weasel, too.

Cuk-a-ca-doo! Whoof, whoof!
Baa, baa! Moo!

He owned a hen, pig, sheep, and a cow,
And what could the poor man do?

There was an old farmer who had a duck,
Quack, quack, quack!

She waddled under a two-horse truck
For four long miles andjback.

Quack, quack! Cuk-a-ca-doo!
Whoof! Baa! Moo!

With a duck, hen, pig, a sheep, and a cow,
Pray what could the poor man do?

There was an old farmer who owned a cat,
Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!

She used to waltz with a gray old rat
By night in the farmer’s mow,

Mee-ow! Quack! Cuk-a-ca-doo!
Whoof! Baa! moo!

With a cat, duck, hen, pig, sheep and a cow-
Pray what could the poor man do?

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'5849268' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIPX' 'sip-files00019.tif'
dd02f3f3fe694c40838576e301c69131
a8af3200a7321e738b2557de29a2111fe5b8a5ca
'2011-12-13T08:49:42-05:00'
describe
'2738' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIPY' 'sip-files00019.txt'
53b4be11862962b3cf1031504b4e77f4
43aac154fc6e511a99ce373089e9507828126369
'2011-12-13T08:49:54-05:00'
describe
'62047' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIPZ' 'sip-files00019thm.jpg'
6a9f51581dd75e099a620d7413fb2b2d
c226dcfa54cdebb0ab215944c07c6a1074a12829
'2011-12-13T08:50:10-05:00'
describe
'728266' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQA' 'sip-files00020.jp2'
789705ee2de3d9c7952a3e52b0fb4fa9
359d6659d00827ecdb94dc32ac3904593409262d
'2011-12-13T08:54:05-05:00'
describe
'568091' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQB' 'sip-files00020.jpg'
da7a37009e8485530d99647f05bf6bd4
8d5a29fa6c0cfed04d82b523c596072624d6002d
'2011-12-13T08:54:12-05:00'
describe
'65883' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQC' 'sip-files00020.pro'
19142e7d86fcf460e9f2d4b23ced7472
8a2613cdee825a60f402776ea8d219470f51c524
'2011-12-13T08:49:57-05:00'
describe
'178673' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQD' 'sip-files00020.QC.jpg'
3d8760a9d563cbced83f2aff5c3ee745
ec1867882a9ac6cf72c1eb25a60ec1310e0393fa
'2011-12-13T08:52:48-05:00'
describe
'5849296' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQE' 'sip-files00020.tif'
813b89ac28a4a6a14680fec97de96664
eb8bff8bdf7f71d081478709eafd59f47902b4b0
'2011-12-13T08:49:59-05:00'
describe
'2729' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQF' 'sip-files00020.txt'
0e3ab1e1a540dabb827b5fdfe9e9ced8
ecf74343e9052d4d9cfcf04d301df5fe8051826a
'2011-12-13T08:53:49-05:00'
describe
'60711' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQG' 'sip-files00020thm.jpg'
9b1dda6200feda7bfe1ffebd536ef28e
0d4eab2b38191440ff26d90a850b7279bc8eac9c
'2011-12-13T08:55:42-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQH' 'sip-files00021.jp2'
c43d9efa7906a28842cbe312429d0e30
58d04605e9af1e7a8287a3c9dc76ad64dcc954e9
'2011-12-13T08:49:56-05:00'
describe
'630822' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQI' 'sip-files00021.jpg'
aca62fc68ee006ec54918c54ac675b3f
8ea109622dde48db6c4c26c9d4487b226c45af2b
'2011-12-13T08:50:15-05:00'
describe
'28072' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQJ' 'sip-files00021.pro'
d0f5b34103f93f6064fddcdb56a834b5
a554badc494ecd701b556fdde9f25b25dc443a8e
'2011-12-13T08:49:36-05:00'
describe
'188995' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQK' 'sip-files00021.QC.jpg'
87664a3238e81dcc1b9bdaa5acd7131a
d29bffeb74bdf8682e59751b1c2102cd4023dcd3
'2011-12-13T08:51:52-05:00'
describe
'5849280' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQL' 'sip-files00021.tif'
60d37a527b142d5b199538ffe3f73301
bf82b3d3d926acf69d6304eedeee67ac5d641c29
'2011-12-13T08:51:32-05:00'
describe
'1382' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQM' 'sip-files00021.txt'
2f7fd23b4488e0a1ecd4766604c29777
910c90070c2fd35e83f659d9f7129accf6952f16
'2011-12-13T08:52:40-05:00'
describe
'63766' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQN' 'sip-files00021thm.jpg'
59624295fc60e5faae1f6951982df420
6f593118d7722a8c0a08929a13ff4e7eb4078274
'2011-12-13T08:49:48-05:00'
describe
'728243' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQO' 'sip-files00022.jp2'
ea22412a36ff3858c3b38f5cababf48b
c1b81512a6cc411b8beafff31a121b205326c871
'2011-12-13T08:55:24-05:00'
describe
'524509' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQP' 'sip-files00022.jpg'
92699891186bc716bacc87642b54ef36
7b0f40f5e38652d471d6343147616f6867e23e98
describe
'39182' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQQ' 'sip-files00022.pro'
f41eb38929c9d1b799671e4eb9af1a9d
ace32cc0337fe728701b7f04e02ad568f094c753
describe
'162588' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQR' 'sip-files00022.QC.jpg'
c91bfbe13c363057e22703080a77a33e
82117e3d5deba00a7bf00ef8c5353d634b9db933
'2011-12-13T08:51:50-05:00'
describe
'5848380' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQS' 'sip-files00022.tif'
3e6afdc7ebf7ec1416713e0bf0443774
0d58bee655e70f6fe7a04026cedd1bce64d24f7f
'2011-12-13T08:55:17-05:00'
describe
'1610' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQT' 'sip-files00022.txt'
496e165147e263933a6e64875083f509
dd0842e1ab0b952125883de2e93a0f3a9e07d4f6
'2011-12-13T08:53:29-05:00'
describe
'56561' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQU' 'sip-files00022thm.jpg'
c183fc8cf38701c05c784e445cd4b4ae
d57b9a889e7724bf19ce126116f876d6e8c08238
'2011-12-13T08:53:25-05:00'
describe
'728233' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQV' 'sip-files00023.jp2'
2a459cda92bc6051975e25ce28558af8
a08cafe7bc76cd5a76f83e1715dab4386a967a87
describe
'538200' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQW' 'sip-files00023.jpg'
43b2e2e9bb6207f7370bca0ea4ba7d57
56f89299ee7c1eb4c65205cde669cc1ab8cee8f8
describe
'68352' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQX' 'sip-files00023.pro'
0881e9d6eaeb4180d706fc50e57e94d1
189a07f0b127006fdcda06c3d25912ac7044454f
describe
'169435' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQY' 'sip-files00023.QC.jpg'
c083fb75e31edaf58e533d9546c2844f
76abb3a926c521398c7a8c2cd7e75815ebf367b4
describe
'5848764' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIQZ' 'sip-files00023.tif'
74fc25541dde6e05330e6f868bd3b232
9950457b34fcdd0dd6bb0dc46e0bef9c7a502eb4
'2011-12-13T08:52:23-05:00'
describe
'3005' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRA' 'sip-files00023.txt'
73f07c890b6f03283122afdab5205c2a
669821c71e1d79d41cb6fb59190bc78c3e4dd0ba
'2011-12-13T08:52:44-05:00'
describe
'59811' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRB' 'sip-files00023thm.jpg'
6fc3a5eb189b886bdabfb1da7830b2c5
6817d9099b56b37cf0afcd67b95e3f83663319c1
'2011-12-13T08:52:57-05:00'
describe
'728246' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRC' 'sip-files00024.jp2'
2b4295aa0384515963f77684bbbce80e
5c882cf7e9c982c08afa7a80991c245029529f0c
'2011-12-13T08:54:38-05:00'
describe
'551959' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRD' 'sip-files00024.jpg'
44485fa445b0d7aa278a235c4361c51e
129e7f705f195813304b69a5ee1b3136b7bccb3a
'2011-12-13T08:49:50-05:00'
describe
'37671' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRE' 'sip-files00024.pro'
83d73014db070aab206b9c5fbf05e16d
d22992422eaf7d0793848a01d4b9bf9cf831d0e8
'2011-12-13T08:54:29-05:00'
describe
'168785' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRF' 'sip-files00024.QC.jpg'
054be2954c6ae39dbc3352ea1dd9a501
95cbeb8564e8dda40847f9923a9aead8f72ac903
'2011-12-13T08:50:40-05:00'
describe
'5848916' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRG' 'sip-files00024.tif'
85d12a5ed58e8cc790a7182e3367868f
a6277e5869da017226440fe78b4fa556ea0a2fab
'2011-12-13T08:52:00-05:00'
describe
'1680' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRH' 'sip-files00024.txt'
48cb2ec7ae4abadd9d82d579f25e5cd7
ffad2678f5e8aee21d04b32b142ae5b12b779f66
'2011-12-13T08:50:23-05:00'
describe
'57961' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRI' 'sip-files00024thm.jpg'
0554a6a0f3ed3fef5a2fe5c09d4f2219
a70ddd55cf83498e9b9f14706ca54f7f470963cd
describe
'728300' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRJ' 'sip-files00025.jp2'
11ed1c811290c784182e10fa870c0048
849c805f24d505c5174b4cf15569ba928e9b45cd
'2011-12-13T08:50:04-05:00'
describe
'551930' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRK' 'sip-files00025.jpg'
d180ea4a6b6f64548dbbd82814530446
b89711d10ae069f67954befd2d6b354ddbec0a83
'2011-12-13T08:52:45-05:00'
describe
'48176' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRL' 'sip-files00025.pro'
91de8ef9818f8edaa6c7fe424469364f
17e55a97cb4ed72aa4b059d46f46aa39d6bf4cd1
'2011-12-13T08:50:39-05:00'
describe
'172622' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRM' 'sip-files00025.QC.jpg'
e9075d1ad2b37f6c332db81b7dedb1bd
95c86705b86a7567512d6a62acdbeb91a629e4c0
describe
'5849340' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRN' 'sip-files00025.tif'
5962251f375387d73fad4c7d85861c83
8fb35386f9b410a98eb4da06191aadaa5d703db3
'2011-12-13T08:54:36-05:00'
describe
'1976' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRO' 'sip-files00025.txt'
233943bec2ecf7b283daf38087950f87
97c34cf3a6699b725ae60ae1fab42c884826f0ad
'2011-12-13T08:50:25-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'60412' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRP' 'sip-files00025thm.jpg'
b366cefa27a5decec658c7fddc142818
f57bbeb20267408efe8a1c3b898ea2e6eafaddbd
'2011-12-13T08:55:46-05:00'
describe
'728273' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRQ' 'sip-files00026.jp2'
6b9c6624f04814a2393d128e1c774da5
ffc53b0f3fdd674577e685c21ad9054667aa1d72
'2011-12-13T08:50:38-05:00'
describe
'516736' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRR' 'sip-files00026.jpg'
3a43fe002b04fb110a45c24c11437ebf
172c0ef9b02903dca19dc16e86203364203740fa
describe
'46527' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRS' 'sip-files00026.pro'
5f2a3f61dff273187f499aca165bac21
84036be3c8c9499afc4c58239965aeec93cdc2d7
'2011-12-13T08:54:46-05:00'
describe
'159700' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRT' 'sip-files00026.QC.jpg'
7c2aedbe6707f2b8dfa923e911d963b8
5462d74ebe3ea93fc86c98e41fe78d5760a8de08
'2011-12-13T08:51:08-05:00'
describe
'5848580' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRU' 'sip-files00026.tif'
11a5556233ffcc95a9d035d552495587
467ed1bed42b79f9b36f0eefd99e5c102aa1eb32
'2011-12-13T08:50:20-05:00'
describe
'1924' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRV' 'sip-files00026.txt'
b7d74e52d2733fbf967a633e2956f202
5367edfa29a3639a8f8d20693847dec7acbb95f5
'2011-12-13T08:53:03-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'57093' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRW' 'sip-files00026thm.jpg'
4f26f5325688047eb4c7505afb753889
95cc21226acd6b3237201f2bb58ab8a960758504
'2011-12-13T08:50:28-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRX' 'sip-files00027.jp2'
ad8b2b18136fddbee166d6f622d83af3
e41915db0f26ec55b9e4019fdd9fb5579630ece3
'2011-12-13T08:50:34-05:00'
describe
'580215' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRY' 'sip-files00027.jpg'
e0b153a316890092116d2ac9d82f9635
701d3da56e1fceab2d050eabc27c9c05ae6a3a1f
'2011-12-13T08:55:11-05:00'
describe
'66619' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIRZ' 'sip-files00027.pro'
93f3512d388b67027f5df430a12bd2e9
486d3e59ad4ea35b8c63a6278479a6e506399022
'2011-12-13T08:55:28-05:00'
describe
'182913' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISA' 'sip-files00027.QC.jpg'
968e02a7b0e0687747a26c3faa109c60
63a770b01c409223dfde39e055fbf7a7a93ec970
'2011-12-13T08:50:33-05:00'
describe
'5849240' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISB' 'sip-files00027.tif'
d1e64904ae8de8c8830e9a628ebcfdce
43eb663b8d3fdba259e3953dba1f48cbee274997
'2011-12-13T08:51:33-05:00'
describe
'2752' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISC' 'sip-files00027.txt'
78fd77ed77e75e2476afaf37438f1825
dc0e65617269a55efddb6a6b3bd08e1431f20ca8
'2011-12-13T08:55:26-05:00'
describe
'61657' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISD' 'sip-files00027thm.jpg'
c25c97ea8f75234e69e5c7868b4654cf
f4cee9845077563708891e270c8d02135a49406a
describe
'728053' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISE' 'sip-files00028.jp2'
f8922264f5b472ff45605340f25875a9
c4448bc2c087d723ba65f141a5aeb78557e56bd8
describe
'585843' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISF' 'sip-files00028.jpg'
09cf18fa8eeed08a007bf82b7d5e3885
05afae675a4beb581facfd92c5243c3103917f78
'2011-12-13T08:51:09-05:00'
describe
'7894' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISG' 'sip-files00028.pro'
91076da940a0676614f8f487ef675533
7a2be13eeca5f5118e7fbc34b51bb29dc954ea4a
'2011-12-13T08:51:44-05:00'
describe
'169462' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISH' 'sip-files00028.QC.jpg'
9f9925f5425dea3cff61d4b1f4cc51b6
dbc754e34ed76cecb825a5840b9598bd0d3257c6
'2011-12-13T08:53:46-05:00'
describe
'5848232' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISI' 'sip-files00028.tif'
1c0951eaf95b54cd38a7cde19c176f95
247faa12051deb122d25de7d32eed9605d778e2d
'2011-12-13T08:53:00-05:00'
describe
'508' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISJ' 'sip-files00028.txt'
8afedbbe58414991afcc26b51cbe42c0
277584ba119f1e6f73ca239c9af49d567433491c
'2011-12-13T08:50:55-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'57642' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISK' 'sip-files00028thm.jpg'
ec26b69f70b4d0209e90f334d40ee355
531a16a3a57d67b90f606f27e62007b3dfe6110a
'2011-12-13T08:52:43-05:00'
describe
'727858' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISL' 'sip-files00029.jp2'
c8e7da714bad1a4f4637ed2e0dc95954
78b0e61a7f5703f55e1297e4588c19d29000f321
'2011-12-13T08:52:12-05:00'
describe
'590789' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISM' 'sip-files00029.jpg'
a2f8af0355d21548faf80c2eb4035316
bf4acea7dd4c0e918e0686ff18362a03882c736d
'2011-12-13T08:54:10-05:00'
describe
'50046' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISN' 'sip-files00029.pro'
cce59233ba4be7376bacb360da1f41af
7379224e377b50990786c175e0f40655d1cd2216
'2011-12-13T08:53:55-05:00'
describe
'180917' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISO' 'sip-files00029.QC.jpg'
b8a856a4e182fba8b9afa26ba1952819
1fb2ed9af6b564840c142cc5a7a3b042710776f8
'2011-12-13T08:50:05-05:00'
describe
'5846996' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISP' 'sip-files00029.tif'
6c5acd70c3ee5850882b70249e20ca5d
9276edd50fec8f8f84605d3d000a3d7f561fabc4
'2011-12-13T08:52:18-05:00'
describe
'2641' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISQ' 'sip-files00029.txt'
e946081c27893efb00a38e9f66014702
c7829aedc0b92b6f4c0129c9a3faff3db8cf638e
'2011-12-13T08:53:54-05:00'
describe
'62778' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISR' 'sip-files00029thm.jpg'
b9bd7dc544f15b92cf267597606c8473
068575689a694dcd1ed2312ec835f0e3f6844bd1
describe
'728286' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISS' 'sip-files00030.jp2'
01f4a4a195f73741f121f74ae6ba3571
eff63453d9ae46cd9dfa5f98aadc332f944abef1
'2011-12-13T08:53:14-05:00'
describe
'514592' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIST' 'sip-files00030.jpg'
acdb9a673dc70a642d0feb0be8d7023e
dad9f9ec74b170cbeea4371248f43a404d27c405
'2011-12-13T08:55:25-05:00'
describe
'28454' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISU' 'sip-files00030.pro'
160a995cb011fea619992b3e472abf30
98e5d99d49064afb7ac46bb0ffba8f73fa82ca8a
describe
'160151' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISV' 'sip-files00030.QC.jpg'
90718969a0b1ae902bda4df5fbd92792
5baff20f3886b6bcc79f79ffd31654d3faa83c7d
'2011-12-13T08:50:50-05:00'
describe
'5849104' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISW' 'sip-files00030.tif'
f3f188f796b5f3b7dd8f1f285e8261ca
14561ee4006a5d8dfb2954d43c1d01b8ef8d0f6b
'2011-12-13T08:53:58-05:00'
describe
'1125' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISX' 'sip-files00030.txt'
34f75e626609772ba72ac3fe3adf0416
9dc583f36b72f529ac394947f0fe5404947968a9
describe
'58448' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISY' 'sip-files00030thm.jpg'
9c57d368fd694d888518c2ec2fcd1aad
8bb90535e4106a41d7ca33fdebad9583db071de3
'2011-12-13T08:51:03-05:00'
describe
'727900' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABISZ' 'sip-files00031.jp2'
2b589f9d9dc795243b02cbc4bbed3c88
b02eeb3f4122d9d5e27f996a70eac9f4469bd0e7
'2011-12-13T08:52:32-05:00'
describe
'574900' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITA' 'sip-files00031.jpg'
1a62f4c98ae3186a4d7a7f41727859cf
efe140bd4f7df009d4d8160cbe5b0e013a044e77
describe
'59349' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITB' 'sip-files00031.pro'
b4349185d09c12f08f3ef51b01057e08
4fd28fc691ad2c5264bdc5ad24f7cf39dd5e4baf
'2011-12-13T08:49:58-05:00'
describe
'177553' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITC' 'sip-files00031.QC.jpg'
afd179d58af79c0a6e13bea8a32e1631
720e61fb23c88e2331ce8636b32ff20745d24e43
'2011-12-13T08:53:32-05:00'
describe
'5846472' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITD' 'sip-files00031.tif'
c12f5b48db4dcd4369941335a9861558
d2a0518c772c8b169711fc30ac341c5344c98698
'2011-12-13T08:54:00-05:00'
describe
'2553' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITE' 'sip-files00031.txt'
12d289e9d25dcd4f0cd8d575beb645aa
c0bfaff94e3b8e64f1cb46f1914522f94747b3f2
'2011-12-13T08:54:01-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'61593' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITF' 'sip-files00031thm.jpg'
9e6d1c66530095e92e02603b59bc7bae
1a026397bcbe28d8446ad496619d8852e79357a7
describe
'728127' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITG' 'sip-files00032.jp2'
7831f81c20bf091c187ffd043b9b8471
18c2c2d3c35560f006ee31d1249335eb2a0bee98
'2011-12-13T08:52:01-05:00'
describe
'545682' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITH' 'sip-files00032.jpg'
bfb730a93456f8fe239bb14bf30f7023
cfa0605affe561257b08d3a5b63c389fbe5c6874
'2011-12-13T08:52:46-05:00'
describe
'41631' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITI' 'sip-files00032.pro'
84804424a104b4e9839d83f1503e573d
5dd307864933aae9f755355eb478688b05a00df0
describe
'171848' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITJ' 'sip-files00032.QC.jpg'
1420a2a4648d4e3c8ce99cbf6206c023
a1539776279e2cc9c9a191f1a5b90c891c706163
'2011-12-13T08:53:47-05:00'
describe
'5849516' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITK' 'sip-files00032.tif'
401d2a700a471f78eec3dacf3875e8b7
966aca0d5efdf156d0ac00687b09de7c24be33e0
describe
'1786' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITL' 'sip-files00032.txt'
e53b4a184d1bf7e5916fbe01a20c853d
25f7f6618bf792cd4f102966e01bb4611aa3ca35
'2011-12-13T08:52:59-05:00'
describe
'58903' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITM' 'sip-files00032thm.jpg'
ee9c284f13dbebbe9af0a74faa0466fa
53d4268a03ee9f6a61e6196a3cef983c5a169258
'2011-12-13T08:53:07-05:00'
describe
'727956' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITN' 'sip-files00033.jp2'
725e1dd186683dc62f748797d0d78025
9a8e40f723935f69230df93601c28337263d4e0c
'2011-12-13T08:50:52-05:00'
describe
'465955' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITO' 'sip-files00033.jpg'
66173557b8b26a1f33744bbc3c712f00
aef00ba13bb88382fc6198c2c8080168a2388f85
describe
'63176' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITP' 'sip-files00033.pro'
9b342fe0ab6bbda90ec945ea8583e2bb
390b56a09a6eca0191f7d601b8bc1637310be2a1
'2011-12-13T08:55:19-05:00'
describe
'157073' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITQ' 'sip-files00033.QC.jpg'
7a0830c14a049d767d7a51fb931cccd3
02b7afee1930ace2e1c58073b16c5ff209823915
'2011-12-13T08:55:01-05:00'
describe
'5845964' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITR' 'sip-files00033.tif'
1e93704424fbd4bced6b4723b776d0b9
2689ad2ec7937c0a574edc0657b8b3ac35369874
describe
'2525' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITS' 'sip-files00033.txt'
1f3c98cce495242602ceb316a40d3bb4
a88f4439ac25cfd14c379ca2f0c5397c87346846
'2011-12-13T08:51:45-05:00'
describe
'55382' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITT' 'sip-files00033thm.jpg'
66dea7b5902902be5cca24b17e22c075
2df67579e3687d2af2ad0b4fabe75bbc2b02f961
'2011-12-13T08:54:26-05:00'
describe
'728272' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITU' 'sip-files00034.jp2'
4a3e3449411834e1ba6d073e95390b2e
baa30e7b7fcabaac938ed1032a30fc2b1c899c43
'2011-12-13T08:51:25-05:00'
describe
'441857' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITV' 'sip-files00034.jpg'
c09d41b8c6b94c402ebbbc7446e467db
bbd939a3c665c97be34f37c943df535a5427edac
'2011-12-13T08:55:45-05:00'
describe
'57525' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITW' 'sip-files00034.pro'
0df5bba7eb3a1d55482eb8e3122f3e7c
784c0b6d8024635ac5b03a9acdcd13e87252e18b
describe
'155439' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITX' 'sip-files00034.QC.jpg'
1815d82a781a65a21bd26ebfdb19b8be
e1e10c87ed3eaf4875a751e0914821d8cf173630
'2011-12-13T08:55:16-05:00'
describe
'5849472' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITY' 'sip-files00034.tif'
2e30c70c98804741f5b993f5bf0fe2d0
06b8ca09ad1bafb183cf71d0c631ffa7b08b6685
'2011-12-13T08:49:28-05:00'
describe
'2391' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABITZ' 'sip-files00034.txt'
f03a2ecc8345ac76ad01a225abb281c1
e7f3c3f775fdb3bf664aefac94380a290842a2e1
'2011-12-13T08:54:32-05:00'
describe
'58210' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUA' 'sip-files00034thm.jpg'
e0d264fb51dbfb84179934178b1b4207
4d51202ef61408ef8ccaf07d5f6d7965c37c19bd
'2011-12-13T08:54:59-05:00'
describe
'727964' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUB' 'sip-files00035.jp2'
afa6c12eaa230cb2062e8a36a1244add
beccbb08305ba84fbbc1f3a5622ec4d3331b4fe1
'2011-12-13T08:52:47-05:00'
describe
'476868' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUC' 'sip-files00035.jpg'
be0aeb7e2628188bfe110d99b8f856fc
d94e9b5290a79bf18c4d296d8b7a74bb463bfaf4
'2011-12-13T08:52:13-05:00'
describe
'62905' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUD' 'sip-files00035.pro'
91ac1bda2856942b3cb9f4ea9e72811b
23809d16e52507165f4f0bff77564d9218bf109d
'2011-12-13T08:54:53-05:00'
describe
'159618' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUE' 'sip-files00035.QC.jpg'
ef04e937bc2f170c6c0803e677df2210
d8f18a38523c38433532064c34aedb768eade23d
'2011-12-13T08:53:18-05:00'
describe
'5846488' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUF' 'sip-files00035.tif'
6fa46f6767fa51c1d76551470a87dedb
745c74a5c99fa6f44229992b6ef1471927775f31
'2011-12-13T08:53:31-05:00'
describe
'2539' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUG' 'sip-files00035.txt'
c082f46368b81265b131da092a954125
5095d31a16b792eba021731cabfb6c07432dfa9b
'2011-12-13T08:54:45-05:00'
describe
'58225' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUH' 'sip-files00035thm.jpg'
49052141e32dc16aa7048d97be84c9a4
f6810b3d48bf48ce9a40df18a7716f45d8367bc4
'2011-12-13T08:54:11-05:00'
describe
'728313' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUI' 'sip-files00036.jp2'
85cc722afd19c98af7c740f481336b9f
b234909f7704dc82658bdad5d7d25dc019c5ff9e
'2011-12-13T08:51:01-05:00'
describe
'455136' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUJ' 'sip-files00036.jpg'
cada05d377a66a6a20f737d0cc5e4769
8ebb8f067d63d26ab79c6095627afcee71a8e928
'2011-12-13T08:49:35-05:00'
describe
'30577' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUK' 'sip-files00036.pro'
a116d38bcca004e88642fe0d3d720480
d49b1f6128479dc8815c251156fabbb64fecf7f8
describe
'145307' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUL' 'sip-files00036.QC.jpg'
e51072c0a7784897d5b9273382ba9292
87447093c883cedc91cb11483ee42783235520d6
'2011-12-13T08:55:21-05:00'
describe
'5849452' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUM' 'sip-files00036.tif'
3f1ef37d5052cd5e3d303998cb05d315
58cb9a9a4d5b4566d1df004d74db6cde3946a44a
describe
'1215' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUN' 'sip-files00036.txt'
d3b35e34ac23db995a15effbdf4b040e
c575c20627292640bbe1f796535350a0b7855cb1
'2011-12-13T08:49:17-05:00'
describe
'55568' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUO' 'sip-files00036thm.jpg'
46c5553d557d39f5fd4839380b82f315
4b032ccefe57ea184d35f3e92423a6233d0f3cf2
describe
'727963' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUP' 'sip-files00037.jp2'
0ec5e795a3daa91b565ae2bc02b962ae
8ce3758ca63a05593ad909ac1c41b4d683006ecf
describe
'419079' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUQ' 'sip-files00037.jpg'
0c61e992cceff1456ea2a41b16b34183
1ecf73b45f00b0a2d070a02e4eee4be07d4affcb
describe
'60201' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUR' 'sip-files00037.pro'
49eb76dec5ac8039c18eaed0fad026d2
3b4bb18df0ccb74abb5d3c409649fd6962f818a2
describe
'145392' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUS' 'sip-files00037.QC.jpg'
3a9b618e86313853d825c6e44cad831d
3c68128a37326f3df08d610831e1743899c59337
'2011-12-13T08:54:25-05:00'
describe
'5846052' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUT' 'sip-files00037.tif'
1d2c4840bfb56bff8c67b3c1a49cd468
1c8733fae24cef086c75e9d5e1722ed13f458e3b
'2011-12-13T08:53:50-05:00'
describe
'2523' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUU' 'sip-files00037.txt'
d6bc69b4ff6f533cccfeee2624ce8db9
513051fb6ee93d30d916205a677f771f375ef6ac
'2011-12-13T08:53:42-05:00'
describe
'54455' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUV' 'sip-files00037thm.jpg'
465eea52b1419e5e9dde6e93eb34ecbb
e4eb2a3400d50a247b2340810d60285208e6c911
'2011-12-13T08:52:16-05:00'
describe
'751613' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUW' 'sip-files00038.jp2'
8cc99c4a4a1e77a99245821d084d621a
2700ae78de7ee8d6250ee8b19073b46fb1d22d1f
describe
'542885' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUX' 'sip-files00038.jpg'
422019ab038079baab8916c483fd07e3
0ddcc506f362ddaa033dd87526da08b962fb6894
'2011-12-13T08:53:57-05:00'
describe
'1871' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUY' 'sip-files00038.pro'
3ba104aab758b931fdda96e3b01206c2
267b86b79387ffadc814523cdf157f0cd7c08743
'2011-12-13T08:54:27-05:00'
describe
'161782' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIUZ' 'sip-files00038.QC.jpg'
bbb605c168c0bfffaaaa132fa7355a3c
f1a36dd7575a697dd01a176e2cd58f758ce6a899
describe
'6036812' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVA' 'sip-files00038.tif'
1f0b9b0d5344d5c016e8b0ce25709ca8
feefe83ba835c25acf9573c7ee88e8d6beade10b
'2011-12-13T08:53:13-05:00'
describe
'134' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVB' 'sip-files00038.txt'
34c5c0ea766b6667621e6b39a7f278f3
a95bbd0f67cf6d4b2e3a64e94fb1eb031fe9e2bd
describe
'58732' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVC' 'sip-files00038thm.jpg'
9fcdbb551017c1626f1b676e1974d91e
7b1e76520cc223116df6eaa7014d7810520cfc07
'2011-12-13T08:53:10-05:00'
describe
'728298' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVD' 'sip-files00039.jp2'
339d61705d263245662e74f35189995d
6d6da38a5a05939ca9117c2fcb03b8f240659318
'2011-12-13T08:51:55-05:00'
describe
'415376' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVE' 'sip-files00039.jpg'
8ab17b89b60029de27ea9345e0c1c313
9308e4e61e29505ec19651b97061c9dcb92c5ba5
'2011-12-13T08:55:29-05:00'
describe
'23845' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVF' 'sip-files00039.pro'
84bf903fe93d6362eb6be135d5144d24
ddca0729585f36a5135f1966c7bba0364715623c
'2011-12-13T08:49:44-05:00'
describe
'136811' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVG' 'sip-files00039.QC.jpg'
db25e8b352952544b8d4ebaeaf5384ae
f3df53059d3a40d3e6e765d1cabeae66f7c878ff
'2011-12-13T08:52:26-05:00'
describe
'5848956' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVH' 'sip-files00039.tif'
c0068513c94603e2c5d21e9bd8f486b9
1ff080e98148310d0976384d860c7ff98e6ee487
'2011-12-13T08:53:38-05:00'
describe
'1219' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVI' 'sip-files00039.txt'
0d8e30693f3635f2df1921eee10010a6
3bbab0aa58a45731fedb5e44193829da30ed7aa4
describe
'52012' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVJ' 'sip-files00039thm.jpg'
264d881dbbda9bef7d9b2b6e8045b2a2
a37238190ec6f18b38390774527e367fac896c7b
'2011-12-13T08:53:59-05:00'
describe
'728289' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVK' 'sip-files00040.jp2'
24d405da51ac275281ce4695b47b2dba
de945ea2048ad205407b845db599c7132ac1915d
'2011-12-13T08:52:38-05:00'
describe
'363858' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVL' 'sip-files00040.jpg'
1539647aeda595eb6dc1489ec3edf1f3
ce036f05c5880f209c07ca889474fb8826dd65b7
describe
'45704' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVM' 'sip-files00040.pro'
7fb61c7479b964638869354cbbf94331
43889b46fc1a5d5e787694f07b8cd7ba134213c4
describe
'130902' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVN' 'sip-files00040.QC.jpg'
1db0972bbd00dff02362560cac8ce74e
075fc6bf5f9eaf6a4cbbfae1193c6521eab81195
describe
'5848132' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVO' 'sip-files00040.tif'
d9491ccffc3a02f507df6975dcfec481
0480107af7d7536dc8f09ebdd602293817a30529
describe
'1992' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVP' 'sip-files00040.txt'
cdf218194d0f6ea487589c0b7d849ca2
58844c4472774d1441e5bd46d4ef1f160655fb84
'2011-12-13T08:55:13-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'51976' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVQ' 'sip-files00040thm.jpg'
ca9fd34554df70cff9eee26e905870d2
626c95cb99a0eaebe44f42edf15b1fdc972141d9
'2011-12-13T08:53:24-05:00'
describe
'728315' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVR' 'sip-files00041.jp2'
831e0b45307b63aa209955a1af4a93e5
420b49cab335d3c6c5a5091684d6183758275fb6
describe
'473051' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVS' 'sip-files00041.jpg'
5ec87ea066ac127366022755f326f180
f6b852a274c94f22db258d33b02c841e110f02bc
'2011-12-13T08:53:40-05:00'
describe
'68687' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVT' 'sip-files00041.pro'
997139d1e03dee7a28ae993203200030
6c16892a0a627913e43a30ab8e210f9bac03172c
'2011-12-13T08:50:37-05:00'
describe
'158410' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVU' 'sip-files00041.QC.jpg'
049e12f155b192de31e6ea81556d829f
bb0a34235f537f2116763ff562e2900d29b7bdce
'2011-12-13T08:49:37-05:00'
describe
'5849116' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVV' 'sip-files00041.tif'
b3d8abaa43c999d3cb48c907dc4db642
51d8c05fa3155dc1318edd129b42b1207385b3a7
'2011-12-13T08:53:15-05:00'
describe
'2841' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVW' 'sip-files00041.txt'
06ffafd569d041d8ec7d793d5e7441af
22c9ccb6923adecfa7b4faf69331dfba7a5476c3
'2011-12-13T08:52:34-05:00'
describe
'57532' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVX' 'sip-files00041thm.jpg'
44bcde8260a9f14cfb54d40b9a8122e3
601cdd821b1db6543b79754a2035c33bcceaf3bf
describe
'728242' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVY' 'sip-files00042.jp2'
38b1596ceecaf797cd75c81c26732515
2d46ab75deacf2fcdc1e95c473a86489ba6c8ac2
describe
'467273' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIVZ' 'sip-files00042.jpg'
73cb353aca8581c3c965d46b306b1d72
2416a208fe97d5cf99f09093bac81f0a5dd78d25
describe
'5773' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWA' 'sip-files00042.pro'
11cfc760567acb9b87910bc7e01905da
633d446d4dcf5b16e518512274e08ea0d563fb0f
'2011-12-13T08:52:20-05:00'
describe
'142718' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWB' 'sip-files00042.QC.jpg'
bb89dc7393160b23708c5ec2b105999f
f1021f2f262b72654fdb08488a00e725ff6bfb18
describe
'5848312' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWC' 'sip-files00042.tif'
c6a3e5819ed54a0e8c857def13acbbee
66e1bdf13d129d1ef1c8e24716d78559b53c10ad
describe
'341' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWD' 'sip-files00042.txt'
f9873cb59e3578376895d0d7682a6170
714a92b6e2abc84a722a4f5747a442446bfc8af6
'2011-12-13T08:51:35-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'51794' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWE' 'sip-files00042thm.jpg'
a52e1b3e31317ae67cb1ba55fdfb37c2
8b7fdc194ffdda18d03968ca30e9388ba241797f
'2011-12-13T08:49:30-05:00'
describe
'728314' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWF' 'sip-files00043.jp2'
68e3c685f633163b1323532ee394974a
946159f6a599470fc3232f679bbb3b3f724e6ae5
describe
'417196' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWG' 'sip-files00043.jpg'
ec31408860b689866de6fffc3dc2c587
c75a9f2b4db53344dcfb5e00bb49fe771675bbc2
'2011-12-13T08:55:35-05:00'
describe
'65277' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWH' 'sip-files00043.pro'
a4b2efd153b6b10636939d05cddc6749
92a1ba92105c8e373c57f23e26964d2d2ea95321
'2011-12-13T08:52:56-05:00'
describe
'143168' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWI' 'sip-files00043.QC.jpg'
2e4c351f184542ad8de118b8eabf4c7c
b02f794fa9a8840c3fdf6077b1b1d078fdc1f13f
describe
'5848464' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWJ' 'sip-files00043.tif'
f409056b0f93844c79a514395e99f176
a589e6f45ff6c1f64d041001605d44a67e954d18
describe
'2728' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWK' 'sip-files00043.txt'
62599a27fde46b6de5d4277c584a896e
13d43926191e54bfa471518eca3b5c9f9df7f272
describe
'53447' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWL' 'sip-files00043thm.jpg'
b7e832603eaa1af1fbacaf7df57ea4ab
7090e0dfa25c0ad93e8a867dbf54ea579ab7f8fd
'2011-12-13T08:49:24-05:00'
describe
'728270' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWM' 'sip-files00044.jp2'
90a572f01720df160895a316c7ee4848
426c265f55ef23dff5a495003dc0825e241d2365
describe
'472811' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWN' 'sip-files00044.jpg'
9abd23431eb1153db580985fdfec74da
a086bf512b490b6d4c7e2dc212621b38c338f7b1
'2011-12-13T08:50:45-05:00'
describe
'39380' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWO' 'sip-files00044.pro'
606b94e9a145f89704d41829e7850dd5
b224d1eea29e643fae6358dd1fea721c9457038c
'2011-12-13T08:51:54-05:00'
describe
'156739' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWP' 'sip-files00044.QC.jpg'
e1a18f15b0505279bdea0d0e20dd23f9
7d266d66b22c6a7fe9c461943416c64572b7860e
'2011-12-13T08:55:32-05:00'
describe
'5849460' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWQ' 'sip-files00044.tif'
f03f060cdaafe875f4273d419e0c5a74
38eba563e296312e0c1d48387373c9ee7bf173e4
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWR' 'sip-files00044.txt'
7ff491f38d0c81cdc83d025649e38ffe
7e1d933c9b9e5cedd840ff030a14a1d2caf79d58
describe
'57745' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWS' 'sip-files00044thm.jpg'
c79f4e03fd1f2120794146c0c4fdc9cd
23d41ea4bf4cf345add4528d1a858dee9a3d6f7d
'2011-12-13T08:50:09-05:00'
describe
'728290' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWT' 'sip-files00045.jp2'
14e82371720dcfa8ed80a471537a10c8
2aeb66fce1cac89c41386dc593b7ef76c2907f95
'2011-12-13T08:50:13-05:00'
describe
'432467' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWU' 'sip-files00045.jpg'
ccd7ecd8cc5f0f2181d83eb085093f89
74ab00711b3acc12511bc9dba591504bf6f237b9
'2011-12-13T08:51:13-05:00'
describe
'38184' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWV' 'sip-files00045.pro'
1563225c4a0f4964f359d8d965849550
6e84557cc960c4e83c207d9d28652b16520a5a8f
'2011-12-13T08:54:43-05:00'
describe
'142298' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWW' 'sip-files00045.QC.jpg'
75987c068f3192573df9b4fbb12898ea
2b52f9ef24a5216605b6e3642d8f1aea40c72ecd
'2011-12-13T08:53:11-05:00'
describe
'5849148' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWX' 'sip-files00045.tif'
08d7ea06ef6cdbcd4630cddeb4696a0c
343dd96e2b620b7761a88bfb9570952f832c86d7
'2011-12-13T08:53:05-05:00'
describe
'1643' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWY' 'sip-files00045.txt'
8e8765802c2c99edf560162024a0f248
92281d60826aa2d375af48144ac4d63e9bbf1674
describe
'55321' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIWZ' 'sip-files00045thm.jpg'
c0b9dd6b63b14828d285f44a6dc77268
8d760d6a3fb3190c2cdefa1391e6ec5106bb3598
describe
'728316' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXA' 'sip-files00046.jp2'
a9d5fd3b7f5ab08636e87e5716aa1709
6792b0ee331cdb8920800d302edcdc87a75c3f60
'2011-12-13T08:53:28-05:00'
describe
'379905' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXB' 'sip-files00046.jpg'
2cbc7adc6ad93ba738d8528374b7f638
91ba35a49f0133a30315498cc37bd3f65b7d33c1
describe
'57040' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXC' 'sip-files00046.pro'
a7f154846f32c6e861b9c9f81b912868
2095ec72e8468a9d4568f6453ba8deac4f3b0c55
'2011-12-13T08:52:37-05:00'
describe
'139982' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXD' 'sip-files00046.QC.jpg'
5d9ce8a847bbc1ef6069b6efbec2f7cc
208b0b1c7d1edce0cda7f8a140ab408e6764b329
'2011-12-13T08:53:36-05:00'
describe
'5848676' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXE' 'sip-files00046.tif'
584ee8189e9ec3cea9f9c9b4e4586287
308f48ee1b116c238c75d806b02d6d4db0456e2b
'2011-12-13T08:49:29-05:00'
describe
'2512' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXF' 'sip-files00046.txt'
2d9dbf8dc81d5e71d3eae9e50facb3ca
be6ccde64c3a1f9318388e220e97afab7b09e91f
describe
Invalid character
'53563' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXG' 'sip-files00046thm.jpg'
7ffe594f7c422df24789246d1ca1d8ef
cd9db1a78796160d71199db210358ad6a4b53ca7
'2011-12-13T08:53:16-05:00'
describe
'728301' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXH' 'sip-files00047.jp2'
250c14110a12dfc96def3ebe96c138eb
1a192fe36ecd2fd5eae2814a6681adc717986cd3
describe
'447419' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXI' 'sip-files00047.jpg'
ba6c295d49b42f45a04c67d9437efd37
5c91ce784e112913f3e32e2aac584f107ad66438
'2011-12-13T08:53:20-05:00'
describe
'63349' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXJ' 'sip-files00047.pro'
2c6fd189b8c7429b953fbf1d888117c9
ff4d07ef1b1427f52022c2781f89835e8053f97a
'2011-12-13T08:54:54-05:00'
describe
'156788' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXK' 'sip-files00047.QC.jpg'
41e1dec8642180e1e1fadfa233fdbd44
bd0e3812f1f6cc2669f97c58fe94f843defcd258
'2011-12-13T08:51:06-05:00'
describe
'5849040' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXL' 'sip-files00047.tif'
a4f4a29c86ec729c78694f7276e7f4e3
4a691a79d9c41906d2f76034640b7601ac6ff5f9
'2011-12-13T08:53:17-05:00'
describe
'2616' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXM' 'sip-files00047.txt'
26a4ccf27517b581f880b2b416610584
5ea44840a4833c5cf0da84a3330be9048048f32e
'2011-12-13T08:51:28-05:00'
describe
'57005' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXN' 'sip-files00047thm.jpg'
2cc1b93cb828608f67ac31c878bc9682
25731ee9eafb93588ad03590870d2fa8a424ccd7
describe
'728303' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXO' 'sip-files00048.jp2'
74ff1a580ecf9718a69136a3f6bb855d
18cc73d862a5c31d2e6cc2ccfc129328e79de595
'2011-12-13T08:49:43-05:00'
describe
'591291' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXP' 'sip-files00048.jpg'
db620b6f7f9c847c877eb256e4a83739
ecb6f7192b5cfe45de9fffc539baa62aed931c14
'2011-12-13T08:52:31-05:00'
describe
'69626' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXQ' 'sip-files00048.pro'
777e5984677b9fc86314fe50cbdcef56
858767fca55de4df852768003389fd93330413af
describe
'186044' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXR' 'sip-files00048.QC.jpg'
64d1d4f40f9d030893966a4e8f446145
b3291c848e0b644f2bb9a313ee915e5b499ecb8f
'2011-12-13T08:53:26-05:00'
describe
'5849864' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXS' 'sip-files00048.tif'
7d6491d5d283836abb11ada049c7abc1
735728c63141882a459760c46a721b4c4dcd2e95
'2011-12-13T08:51:27-05:00'
describe
'2757' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXT' 'sip-files00048.txt'
d61ee43d91761340ee21138412ba5883
ea4b9cfc395cd590074b2b9fb3cfdf387d2a760f
'2011-12-13T08:53:52-05:00'
describe
'63251' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXU' 'sip-files00048thm.jpg'
01df2c8f404a677a7faff943c8fcacf7
124cfb0e6dc7d9a8dccb771f3b16d5d4bff71549
'2011-12-13T08:50:11-05:00'
describe
'728228' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXV' 'sip-files00049.jp2'
2ba3a202f47a63898c1708b9333bfbb8
abc4d92f19a09967997fbe66ca4b5d01e034f2b6
'2011-12-13T08:51:36-05:00'
describe
'557057' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXW' 'sip-files00049.jpg'
79b70aef8fc06fe2bbdf1c734438a944
dfaf6ce4a6b18d815366c06b8dd2294fbcd2d6b1
'2011-12-13T08:51:31-05:00'
describe
'32597' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXX' 'sip-files00049.pro'
6403e285aa5c8d949f41ded347c0b492
d7e7f86a6d71837b816153978d7c98529b239692
'2011-12-13T08:51:04-05:00'
describe
'171522' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXY' 'sip-files00049.QC.jpg'
f77d3d0256bb6669e6f380f59ac501db
b407796927fcdd857d6a02fbf9eb3a6909c80c9e
describe
'5849536' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIXZ' 'sip-files00049.tif'
6179e7e8653ccaafc0b34a2cff3cd1c0
3c11ce80c911c6ee130bd6bd5df05adcfe49b715
'2011-12-13T08:55:08-05:00'
describe
'1461' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYA' 'sip-files00049.txt'
1938de22f9097f700a824a061a182419
b0dc700f9bf387825b66d899f6f104a2d7ab09af
describe
'60217' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYB' 'sip-files00049thm.jpg'
a73e0015204b5a99265af32d2c23fed3
d1f4a2829b15ff0fab5f2325c9ffa6350cb2911a
'2011-12-13T08:52:50-05:00'
describe
'728279' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYC' 'sip-files00050.jp2'
703149e1f76b98afaa5dbc8f398537da
29edccf595beff68fccbd652ea7e761c1ead7210
'2011-12-13T08:51:21-05:00'
describe
'539615' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYD' 'sip-files00050.jpg'
e7d5e8501f379e19c05e98e767aadc22
e5c4a206e9b56ffc2ca952103c0e5eba81af9bfb
'2011-12-13T08:54:39-05:00'
describe
'58493' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYE' 'sip-files00050.pro'
868e14fa844d769212c5dc50e35011aa
c4169bba12ab7bc4388f36bdac5bd5fd04873126
'2011-12-13T08:55:12-05:00'
describe
'170674' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYF' 'sip-files00050.QC.jpg'
cf60914ef60c02077263ecd309b4676d
9a1abac78434bcce1ab28ab68db6f62b9b04dbec
'2011-12-13T08:49:20-05:00'
describe
'5849036' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYG' 'sip-files00050.tif'
fd17f4e9d375fb52278b5303d2be3092
710c84f65670e24efdcaa4db834c5ae9ba8991f6
'2011-12-13T08:54:02-05:00'
describe
'2506' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYH' 'sip-files00050.txt'
330d3f675babbc201fd1ff7eb1e010a2
2ab50c99137228f2dc9df6183eead7992d774351
describe
'59975' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYI' 'sip-files00050thm.jpg'
042e6ff0da2c17fa61dca9d363c50eb4
38d17e6dd3cdb6eb6c76d75d2cdd5f1c982d8f71
'2011-12-13T08:53:33-05:00'
describe
'728307' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYJ' 'sip-files00051.jp2'
1f07e90f72c0227ca0565bb4e9b13a43
09bea5343762e997555d832019b72b84277089ed
'2011-12-13T08:52:30-05:00'
describe
'582821' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYK' 'sip-files00051.jpg'
416fe4a6095cec508fc51017d93d5e8c
d7fd5cbe5c24f239ffdcc7708532111e07ea79d1
'2011-12-13T08:53:04-05:00'
describe
'63055' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYL' 'sip-files00051.pro'
827e02686b0079d47ab5df9ac18eeec0
cc3ae3a28e5521b7ac0228d02872e9addfcccaa4
describe
'185344' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYM' 'sip-files00051.QC.jpg'
e7d17f5535279aa044886511b64059ea
b069222ec2e2fa94b595dbdb1cf1fdc00ab6b380
describe
'5849968' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYN' 'sip-files00051.tif'
e808445ca3f2819b3d6a1e2773de779c
f1925318a22e6e082ef969323e2112acc3616bb8
describe
'2693' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYO' 'sip-files00051.txt'
e8bccdc013043b310dbabb5a8b2e29e2
14fb2323ea5880ed4c853bada46045dd316a532d
describe
'63859' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYP' 'sip-files00051thm.jpg'
48ae88e8d9e861927b7334a46bbff8a3
8fe4e28f457646c1d924acb7b26c5ecaf9143785
describe
'728308' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYQ' 'sip-files00052.jp2'
af717ef42d1caacbfc4a996c39524a65
057854e6db4cdd90b3708fc25c633769694871b5
'2011-12-13T08:52:15-05:00'
describe
'473211' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYR' 'sip-files00052.jpg'
2912d0727a32ee5cadcca53d5564b436
7e4710aa4daeb20592c62543d3802c7879999bc6
describe
'41100' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYS' 'sip-files00052.pro'
0334f6cf1f61be6004dea85f6f3930bc
de31bb9cb99fbba082e8c9000ecf304d03a09952
'2011-12-13T08:49:52-05:00'
describe
'151260' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYT' 'sip-files00052.QC.jpg'
485851ded46f79098d63c3fd15876f70
c201e1e48f114b739a2d1abd7f23529358d0b731
'2011-12-13T08:50:18-05:00'
describe
'5848528' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYU' 'sip-files00052.tif'
10020e3385b6450eb479b4a9a12ed1a6
437670c61c2cd32ed59c3ca763eb501b6a1ddab6
describe
'1736' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYV' 'sip-files00052.txt'
3905128b21352b7ee85ea2e247a5f477
d47eb02c9109569502c5421f722307ea40080fc9
describe
'54912' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYW' 'sip-files00052thm.jpg'
9b55fae7cef7d6c0b4759df4fc21bf6d
23d78e103915134fc7dc1e768c0884b0e2cc49f2
'2011-12-13T08:49:27-05:00'
describe
'728223' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYX' 'sip-files00053.jp2'
e7595d2436d1894e5e7c66ae99bab2e2
5b003696c55d284c1ca8fa0b847450f6f4990325
describe
'576666' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYY' 'sip-files00053.jpg'
4dbb693f328918f18e514e266c4d9fda
1832139da017e74df585f773460ac40d63405a8b
'2011-12-13T08:54:50-05:00'
describe
'60304' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIYZ' 'sip-files00053.pro'
e2f51714f716c6a97f53656c7dffd544
e5404c8d630819d3d3a235302e54088fdd8702b9
describe
'183786' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZA' 'sip-files00053.QC.jpg'
d95cb484f21f3f55b371e959542648e8
7165cb9682c8994069ad72b3087e80a69655da48
describe
'5849972' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZB' 'sip-files00053.tif'
5cf9fcd1155a0178e6e07bc1a9edd632
35c4e976edd242feadf1b4ec73b1d7d3e3e327a0
'2011-12-13T08:55:30-05:00'
describe
'2580' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZC' 'sip-files00053.txt'
3bca19aab98f7d72613f6fa394a0680e
19fec2bfb251cb625fcf7f36a7ea9d2919da248d
describe
'63520' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZD' 'sip-files00053thm.jpg'
4982df2a73a7167ed5278122ddbbfe44
4aed2958662eb95fc5796b9e74d14d320c05f27f
'2011-12-13T08:55:04-05:00'
describe
'728098' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZE' 'sip-files00054.jp2'
24056f3f2caac5413f5939cfd27b64f6
0aff50dda332415e7ea1539dd84c0b7c7f60cc1b
'2011-12-13T08:55:40-05:00'
describe
'508034' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZF' 'sip-files00054.jpg'
9158736a63a340b9e9b8b8235f67fc2b
94484b1cbc50cca31dd5c9cbb135fb4b3cca2251
'2011-12-13T08:52:09-05:00'
describe
'48073' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZG' 'sip-files00054.pro'
43dc7104219450a4231cbaf7dfafb611
fa9a51a8b75192931ddaf14a63c249aca0d0523b
'2011-12-13T08:54:42-05:00'
describe
'160769' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZH' 'sip-files00054.QC.jpg'
732585b79ba65b92f224a0e64f03be6c
73f2ac1155c5e5d6cd208136b38ca20f204b47ec
'2011-12-13T08:49:21-05:00'
describe
'5849124' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZI' 'sip-files00054.tif'
ac4308beef0c9e77ef0e38a79c3d72f6
55558bba62fe3e59ad50a25a6f8d76fb0feb274a
'2011-12-13T08:50:07-05:00'
describe
'1998' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZJ' 'sip-files00054.txt'
3bad23f3ba9f9b12f496e9a47d9e6803
e9dca4fa9b79ea30d0ea1b70e7eda65372f53b4b
'2011-12-13T08:51:58-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'58418' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZK' 'sip-files00054thm.jpg'
e32d162c367a3562bfc829f7c3ab5b15
78611a42f36187332bb4b0a4e952552db6cd4ba1
describe
'728183' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZL' 'sip-files00055.jp2'
fa8ecc0e54468ceef34eed9123a82e9f
0f6426700e32d73b93628aaa8e3b290c5823dec9
describe
'505518' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZM' 'sip-files00055.jpg'
0e6f153280bf9acfd7f4bee4c3465892
f71de273fa624f92f995aa82b4800dbb5a372144
describe
'57714' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZN' 'sip-files00055.pro'
48cd94dc99a8329e2c01257186e27b8b
2fca05e68be464d88eb6b812c37051bddd4b79c6
'2011-12-13T08:52:05-05:00'
describe
'157588' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZO' 'sip-files00055.QC.jpg'
d74dc20e77b2193806ef7ac1f7fe430a
61f6548c6a44c67124a436bef21d112dfb3d3c6d
describe
'5848656' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZP' 'sip-files00055.tif'
c5b5cee7d3088c0d33b28eac9c5ca4a8
0177aed28e9256f9e6bd8d12b3e0e8f6f1221b3c
'2011-12-13T08:54:28-05:00'
describe
'2646' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZQ' 'sip-files00055.txt'
0b8be03fa3831ad6b8bce336269f042e
69727c45094cc26128a81f95c23d4f5ef49ef979
'2011-12-13T08:54:44-05:00'
describe
'57044' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZR' 'sip-files00055thm.jpg'
178ae85c5820ad3c9e9beed61bca7375
da977d470608e08880c0eafa8ebc3cefc97b3d3b
'2011-12-13T08:54:41-05:00'
describe
'728271' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZS' 'sip-files00056.jp2'
cb9a4e6b94481a46f6239725023de73d
3a813c498c8f8fab4dce043d3671ecae596c7941
describe
'580793' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZT' 'sip-files00056.jpg'
948d745f8a4aa6371073d338a2d7f294
84693ed9b3604ddaedbf2553b1f4336735cfe733
describe
'170643' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZU' 'sip-files00056.QC.jpg'
829039b76dabd86bddfd6941ec69f887
e1286cb756bbd79c16f5a2e6e8e7ac48c21a84b9
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZV' 'sip-files00056.tif'
9ef40d4c567ad0ae52ba0f081c49d247
aaed72d0dd213b32282bde4ac8136494b1b4d237
'2011-12-13T08:52:35-05:00'
describe
'58969' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZW' 'sip-files00056thm.jpg'
e7f251295ce69a109272c2649b06406f
f77e32caf78e5dd631fe3ac85fe8ed2b7c71f800
describe
'728291' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZX' 'sip-files00057.jp2'
6bcf4b2a3ad34f91bb73f8542aa01070
8ddf8adb11c7c1cb4fbecc07a775a3a2b34ab45f
'2011-12-13T08:52:36-05:00'
describe
'593809' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZY' 'sip-files00057.jpg'
14f4cb124eb8fafb06010cd3665ff3d2
6b0d46b43477e031aa9f778428cdb1dec77c410a
describe
'63085' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABIZZ' 'sip-files00057.pro'
90e91484e333740106bfe61177010672
2eba9a2bf0a4fc5aca0240b02d0d9c374b0844f0
'2011-12-13T08:50:08-05:00'
describe
'185223' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAA' 'sip-files00057.QC.jpg'
a5642dff3bff9f490410ed3e3a55423f
d8705f42705fe34120f1e3c843290a735fa90a86
'2011-12-13T08:51:20-05:00'
describe
'5850192' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAB' 'sip-files00057.tif'
e856c1f33ef6f599b50516fc5b8023af
9d3bf71df12420b04918893554855d2f66ee43d8
'2011-12-13T08:51:37-05:00'
describe
'2626' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAC' 'sip-files00057.txt'
16772797c3d75b4359fc25ed7e2dbf45
220923846c6c9c890d768b58ef46f761aaf2d679
describe
'63170' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAD' 'sip-files00057thm.jpg'
45b797ae6fbd8e2280ec77ed843f15f0
0c24136f23a6c3150a4ca10ec9172e1134ea9cb7
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAE' 'sip-files00058.jp2'
987d14820983b10c94f0b0db3440a5fa
5f00f612df00dc478cd84b4c6b931c7ec320614b
describe
'523943' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAF' 'sip-files00058.jpg'
a0c9c29bbc43f60805587207975a4ff8
e18bedb37740934b663f260eba1dd771578204a3
describe
'58798' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAG' 'sip-files00058.pro'
b48e1d7b4f847fbc529f2ba0c570e1a4
a2ec2deb510150618bd7639fd832a0693b80f9b6
describe
'166009' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAH' 'sip-files00058.QC.jpg'
157980e6a6865041fb234e0773a93edc
fa48fd5e6adcce85130bbad8618b8f4158542318
'2011-12-13T08:51:53-05:00'
describe
'5849168' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAI' 'sip-files00058.tif'
60d26cb629b48ba5211734426a6b80e5
4ea89fb097988155e0efdc0acadca267d6ad20ef
describe
'2459' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAJ' 'sip-files00058.txt'
27bc5a9b6343f1e7a4751d5dc6acabd9
f1dc2ce4763063dc30444d20a88a77d9951285d0
'2011-12-13T08:55:53-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'58803' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAK' 'sip-files00058thm.jpg'
5dc65009f2e269c49ba50814572fe4ca
4ce05cec2cb56a26efa211c7c6ff1c48fb028226
describe
'766490' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAL' 'sip-files00059.jp2'
f239e8800b91ec6f423f0232dc62a051
f68ff49eb86323622a4376b481ae4dd79ce8d5ed
'2011-12-13T08:49:46-05:00'
describe
'545065' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAM' 'sip-files00059.jpg'
7ecef9b98f2b6235e7b7f5c3afae3521
cd203c2e0af8c23a8c24dd7c509ec7d74fc43b2e
'2011-12-13T08:52:07-05:00'
describe
'28834' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAN' 'sip-files00059.pro'
e5c0a7488113e7dbe552078812269fef
c210070ed4a80886a6f409e5e5d1cf4053848267
describe
'170107' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAO' 'sip-files00059.QC.jpg'
38986f44effb880d91e6c3a752b8b454
65f445d58034a0256ca474ad0367946abdf1d304
'2011-12-13T08:50:21-05:00'
describe
'6155544' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAP' 'sip-files00059.tif'
08da60bbd7c631c1835db039a85904b9
88dcdcbe621a77b449b494eefc9389b818caaf3d
describe
'1273' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAQ' 'sip-files00059.txt'
a88ebd0676e278d2a9c9bc504508bdab
1111af344f27b04537768fc4bfc79b82159401d4
describe
'60775' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAR' 'sip-files00059thm.jpg'
d6ea1c9def0a6d725670f99a6cce6c8d
6e6ce89fa8ae90682422a376f603cc94dccd7474
'2011-12-13T08:54:03-05:00'
describe
'728145' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAS' 'sip-files00060.jp2'
db5424a09fd667d9eb6cfd35494d7d6c
918baf30b2aa6364e8584323e1cf11951770231b
describe
'547037' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAT' 'sip-files00060.jpg'
71915ded599285c9e10eb208bf6d914b
5df7e043b7b99e1be68c134cff8727133497ca45
'2011-12-13T08:49:53-05:00'
describe
'48099' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAU' 'sip-files00060.pro'
a68be1d827da40874b3b3c0aaac8cd59
f27131439da852fd1819bd923a57619c31b9fde4
describe
'171189' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAV' 'sip-files00060.QC.jpg'
7c4a08e6ecc4d188040ba4143319258b
de932e35b8cd9423261a902041499aaa3403933b
'2011-12-13T08:50:30-05:00'
describe
'5848980' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAW' 'sip-files00060.tif'
9d870b59fbc8be6bc2ea97ce605588ed
2f9a8bdce334618351807fd73ec184c5739d20a4
describe
'1879' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAX' 'sip-files00060.txt'
7af59eb46805b887e75b9b452c1fd449
9db603e042b6f51a8d14db6e6e8f26b69c825638
'2011-12-13T08:52:02-05:00'
describe
'59058' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAY' 'sip-files00060thm.jpg'
72ac598e4c1b700dd2a45c65d461bf41
a1dad169c2c926dd884f5cce013007d6b1491448
describe
'728230' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJAZ' 'sip-files00061.jp2'
568ad165155197e00dd7479056bd95b5
37e50fd123bdb4f78f68279cd2631e7258188ad8
'2011-12-13T08:50:22-05:00'
describe
'573442' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBA' 'sip-files00061.jpg'
77839c73ba17af7a3a47829b5765f5ff
aea8cbfb87316a30ab2e304011a22ec85a0bfe9e
describe
'55504' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBB' 'sip-files00061.pro'
84f89b94ff2384215d45f150baae7ad8
ab647a35a3c58c46c04096b2808a7e0ec16bce18
describe
'178760' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBC' 'sip-files00061.QC.jpg'
6809e468c16c7041918296d905ca9952
3449cee2f0a50f090be84bb2b1ddd6f5a0ab8f8f
'2011-12-13T08:50:53-05:00'
describe
'5849988' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBD' 'sip-files00061.tif'
aa41e83fdc79eafc17a4153dacdf2bdb
aaa1e04fd15c2bf08cc08696beb478402202198d
describe
'2474' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBE' 'sip-files00061.txt'
eae15384032e64b5a7db46803fd4ef70
1e60efc5ebc5a9dd62c6128ac48d38102a9062d8
describe
'62397' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBF' 'sip-files00061thm.jpg'
379b7a76b89e09638771d74dd93ec3a8
c6b8d3c05a97a59830d278db10c82c64ba50432d
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBG' 'sip-files00062.jp2'
f3d70e316fb0361b7900a5f33f391774
c6aba8c245c7e60e1ad94a0f187b9af03d7fb045
describe
'471949' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBH' 'sip-files00062.jpg'
df544545ff16f5d7568d1935ec4d2ba2
39789f4b2c1b834ef8ab7eb7a0abe20546a231a5
'2011-12-13T08:53:39-05:00'
describe
'18403' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBI' 'sip-files00062.pro'
183e613bfaae0b0667c910d26172ff79
3f7ba4082decf83750388c6b2139acab7f6f317e
'2011-12-13T08:53:02-05:00'
describe
'146637' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBJ' 'sip-files00062.QC.jpg'
49685a0818efe5008a105a033a45c724
87f6410026c8955ba72ea72d30aae59fc9305325
describe
'5848164' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBK' 'sip-files00062.tif'
8924ff563f049fa43902520ac9508028
5d218e7193895924b16adcc107faddff78045885
describe
'741' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBL' 'sip-files00062.txt'
b6e9a33884509c226372a2182237ad05
c6e95e4ef2c14a7c1b9e01efb571ac58503d7544
'2011-12-13T08:50:16-05:00'
describe
'53254' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBM' 'sip-files00062thm.jpg'
777cb964a26d5dcbe7d8b28fd81914ef
81c4c096d028cd109bdd195904caeb5ee6fbbabf
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBN' 'sip-files00063.jp2'
68936beaae1fffd2af510e30ea7a91b3
3607fce00f34d7809b85cf3456de95cb49dabf0a
'2011-12-13T08:54:47-05:00'
describe
'585104' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBO' 'sip-files00063.jpg'
aaa6f160cd22c300b07a7c32ff7b6611
c8f531f59ea9935cd0e34a5c3528578c04c8ef5a
'2011-12-13T08:51:22-05:00'
describe
'70918' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBP' 'sip-files00063.pro'
24e4cd102dccb327b452c20ff63156ca
ff0651b57b913489c4574daad111e33a60abc07e
'2011-12-13T08:51:40-05:00'
describe
'185007' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBQ' 'sip-files00063.QC.jpg'
846f8e8787dc1a64c5423ae8115b4d74
e4c40b18be0a72343beaba705599a6eee77e6e64
'2011-12-13T08:51:56-05:00'
describe
'5849476' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBR' 'sip-files00063.tif'
a3b4ddb1225ce5d07b8d2613b45937df
88f9121588f1253a896fa5f8a897294a83f0f6e2
describe
'2871' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBS' 'sip-files00063.txt'
8b05abd8637237c3cab6c7bb6add1573
2eafbda699d46cfceaadf5c16568955252d4f165
describe
Invalid character
'62697' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBT' 'sip-files00063thm.jpg'
f93b987996b31974e2c0fca415095ad0
5c0dd2e6d1b210ff7e319e0000b69b6bb02ed79d
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBU' 'sip-files00064.jp2'
4ea7acc49d48e9ebb92de4421a48e51f
df0fb41995fbd29fb2289eba65b57ea78e00d4e2
'2011-12-13T08:51:10-05:00'
describe
'480233' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBV' 'sip-files00064.jpg'
0a1dcdadb7c9719f5ec5b3ff6fb0fde7
f01ee98469a0494b5f3a899153a735f27f64ddd6
describe
'41707' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBW' 'sip-files00064.pro'
06ad0f518ce9c70ce1f1ea1f9a413794
56cf2e359229cf5b8da36de33d55b4a25c9c44f4
describe
'152050' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBX' 'sip-files00064.QC.jpg'
c0790e42d6a7c351821b4de9f3cb11e5
c1b73b30c8beeb51bf9f53dc546cf6f7c2b26953
'2011-12-13T08:54:48-05:00'
describe
'5848048' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBY' 'sip-files00064.tif'
b5ac0b24dcf49a0521e3f3d8a208cbfd
73abff4a9a241b30a40162e6fcd87dbb8a215e68
describe
'1908' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJBZ' 'sip-files00064.txt'
954d12eba1496a486ea089120cc24d53
b85a0ced1808b721f8b9eff561270d42de2be0b2
'2011-12-13T08:51:17-05:00'
describe
'54153' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCA' 'sip-files00064thm.jpg'
318310c5b5e33ad7fbd7e031d8211d54
27e12484659b5ffd96fa28533fb05e010e7b31c4
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCB' 'sip-files00065.jp2'
6c40b738f63406d0c29274ea3e83f198
d287168dc93cb5d10bbff00fb9c2cde8a99a6f4a
'2011-12-13T08:54:37-05:00'
describe
'604582' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCC' 'sip-files00065.jpg'
43c73be11a7b624019c2d67d7f0ea310
fbcd5c1955527877a7d62026613461bf512e2e81
describe
'33016' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCD' 'sip-files00065.pro'
51e5097e714e5bcef8c15a423d3fef3f
b78e7ab038df86840010e68c342a79f5d08cb569
describe
'185209' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCE' 'sip-files00065.QC.jpg'
a0d7c59b16114bc90555220842bc6082
e74b38faf708de9326cc677b1cf7b887c7607c02
'2011-12-13T08:55:27-05:00'
describe
'5849132' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCF' 'sip-files00065.tif'
f7e069391c8272bd649afbac736609a2
bc61f21bc3436de873cdb1f8b70076fe9125a46b
describe
'1533' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCG' 'sip-files00065.txt'
0cabab497343aed73ea665c6611a4741
ece8a9c07ad03aadc1b0c1ee731a78c6c87f900d
describe
Invalid character
'62224' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCH' 'sip-files00065thm.jpg'
411bf7f97fa948820b51fd817c363bcd
8aae316b0d0f72a8381657b057225de5d57053d2
'2011-12-13T08:50:31-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCI' 'sip-files00066.jp2'
0b61d2853f8166541229903c452aca6c
ca980697e2ce77c8c3256adc0fda819cfedf8f6a
'2011-12-13T08:49:26-05:00'
describe
'538009' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCJ' 'sip-files00066.jpg'
be092f651a1f9e6f723703924cba704a
4968b36033f85c876d9391050bc88d244f4909cc
'2011-12-13T08:55:31-05:00'
describe
'63459' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCK' 'sip-files00066.pro'
c85ad8d49bc9c8b5f1c8bf8b393b35b0
aad6ba59a88e0a22bd957395cf901563d76b6688
'2011-12-13T08:55:20-05:00'
describe
'172111' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCL' 'sip-files00066.QC.jpg'
908eaee3b41dd911e339f5a587535a21
814c2dbe8796eb42969c19644274a81f58441478
describe
'5848944' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCM' 'sip-files00066.tif'
5bce59ac1867066e9d856b283b682961
f27cd69f1e128daacd741869ea273244095cf740
describe
'2687' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCN' 'sip-files00066.txt'
835e45eba4febc27fd5aea82b43668d1
7b1767c58ba3b976fc8d1e5f2759b18acbd4ec31
describe
Invalid character
'59407' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCO' 'sip-files00066thm.jpg'
dfae98acbaf6e08c7f4ca62fe4c9102e
d1bb9272bb03a0abbebeff66f061b7dbfae79c13
'2011-12-13T08:55:10-05:00'
describe
'728306' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCP' 'sip-files00067.jp2'
c959491263222a4405977cd28782171c
80e539387d3bb8f5b1f5fc4b6767f200a8fcb2b3
describe
'584097' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCQ' 'sip-files00067.jpg'
08831f2ae4430007dc8908e2909924dc
ca5e311fcdffb4293523ef55d00f897b29776939
describe
'42351' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCR' 'sip-files00067.pro'
7a732e13e7dbbb41dcf15e590a2680b2
22060aa533280e5428d5a628f4314abbc7507387
describe
'184556' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCS' 'sip-files00067.QC.jpg'
e6f0ed365929e08d4084b8e267fbeb9b
2ad4f2ada62f23eb0c9502a595778fce1fa603ae
'2011-12-13T08:55:39-05:00'
describe
'5850332' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCT' 'sip-files00067.tif'
b0f0d1065579c26152d55e3b05a8b3a1
28c92056b698f285ce30a59109231c7f8643693f
'2011-12-13T08:53:34-05:00'
describe
'1739' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCU' 'sip-files00067.txt'
f312b54b89e3b7039a3025a7aa0e6a32
6b57f189df88d024ca9a74951c5a2e469c13c0d7
'2011-12-13T08:51:49-05:00'
describe
'64729' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCV' 'sip-files00067thm.jpg'
c8381f1f3841ef811a6c66b56e19128c
71c9aba744158c8ced2eaefc569217b5ddb6185b
describe
'728211' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCW' 'sip-files00068.jp2'
a1125c89fdb846fd1bdfcdee4b775b7d
778424323ca200bb5c9298ce5a79a66c86bbf81d
describe
'501730' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCX' 'sip-files00068.jpg'
edf7a7fa3feb78a478d98736f3d5d182
071c3e5b48fdf37abb630422181b95cb6b141ac0
'2011-12-13T08:54:24-05:00'
describe
'53835' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCY' 'sip-files00068.pro'
6409db4671c50217fb0a52417c97f8a8
1f6ac87a9470878f71deafce216f42c17f4dbcfd
describe
'162784' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJCZ' 'sip-files00068.QC.jpg'
28fbd1f341912336e3eef6fd8cfe07c3
3f34579608b3f14e33f9d0cf4000ee2cb7e30368
'2011-12-13T08:54:56-05:00'
describe
'5848848' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDA' 'sip-files00068.tif'
6355307cb9b4a54980d19a66c109713b
25ec386cbbbae80cf3020459489acdf01249ba62
describe
'2357' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDB' 'sip-files00068.txt'
9bf03e60615f807611fe5e308aefee30
b4f9b5e0ad5f6f237681fc45c6aeb479ba77a5b7
describe
'57267' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDC' 'sip-files00068thm.jpg'
10f950ddd187823a1dcd7e0235560d97
f34742f7c10cd85b5a144daed689c26b61016895
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDD' 'sip-files00069.jp2'
2c4ddc3011d0b4304b345a1c935ec2c4
118a3fb3790ff5be452a5801d22abf9ffa905eae
describe
'570957' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDE' 'sip-files00069.jpg'
0ea30599285c970a81db3d4b22560bbf
02674d5e238da92a49913e6395ec6ca7ecfc45b5
'2011-12-13T08:55:41-05:00'
describe
'68140' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDF' 'sip-files00069.pro'
07035bc8d5bf53f7d554159835dd6a3b
eeb3e9e02d62b9977890750b871409dc0dba7ae8
describe
'178040' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDG' 'sip-files00069.QC.jpg'
c94c591aec28a8589610a6a09cbe003b
af8748cad848488b80f886a7fb0bb569c5e54483
describe
'5849284' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDH' 'sip-files00069.tif'
52b4e00a96e7153869705d1bf210cf2b
08b1fdb126e23d42940258d0e9be9e2059da3c46
describe
'2775' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDI' 'sip-files00069.txt'
11ea883438fd727b5ad9b4f0e975cf86
3ebc48321f7606b92b11dc2669b2ca2f2117aef3
describe
'61522' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDJ' 'sip-files00069thm.jpg'
34c5513b8b6147b21d6f65a2761767de
b76b53c4fb2c56e4f795167095a7d187bd39441b
describe
'805882' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDK' 'sip-files00070.jp2'
eae94ece686afc29a5d4c03bed02ff8e
1ef527bde160be2b4d71a89246e7de1ec3ebe885
'2011-12-13T08:55:47-05:00'
describe
'313672' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDL' 'sip-files00070.jpg'
212782968a21667ba860e3e526107dcf
e408f86d15a201ba260dd73dda10dbc3319e83b8
describe
'643' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDM' 'sip-files00070.pro'
c260a79b4017585278c8c6eefa35dea5
022d6d609a601f39daeb137339e7ee3a189bb242
describe
'101094' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDN' 'sip-files00070.QC.jpg'
48263829beadc51704c34468b9a938d7
aadfe655ad02440c915464d0d6ded182bf1f8a37
describe
'6469492' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDO' 'sip-files00070.tif'
7c0daa9aea18e84bef80f84bf29a9586
9c1ec8bab4f8554852228bc7e60c97d11494fafe
'2011-12-13T08:52:49-05:00'
describe
'130' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDP' 'sip-files00070.txt'
63db35c27f0d866c70c645cd6126ab10
78ca7d52dbb0e4e31c85aff05d966d4705ba9ef8
'2011-12-13T08:52:25-05:00'
describe
'42434' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDQ' 'sip-files00070thm.jpg'
9e09ad842ab44d8826decdd56ec09622
cfa896f4a0e1f373786d6b09858256c8c814af42
'2011-12-13T08:49:45-05:00'
describe
'728321' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDR' 'sip-files00071.jp2'
9dcda20c2ed04cad488e8c10ef503767
31798e61c843b603101b3606ad56586ee937092c
describe
'563643' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDS' 'sip-files00071.jpg'
83cf43b126cb0389d16fa870b536f500
dc0fe937e0910e642a4c441d43901b913b048e96
'2011-12-13T08:50:59-05:00'
describe
'50242' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDT' 'sip-files00071.pro'
3a42575c369ac6ce061729ad53a11fd9
6e3f0df5061f5972a53665b21bc4ba579bd1f4fc
'2011-12-13T08:54:21-05:00'
describe
'175762' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDU' 'sip-files00071.QC.jpg'
33a14456d37bac3fce10f82394b642d6
102834e905f82d01c821fe138d161e4d765d4d57
describe
'5849384' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDV' 'sip-files00071.tif'
468935ca2555e2d788f1ccf0a1779f13
8a5a8093065c1f363f44b6929d435a190bee18af
'2011-12-13T08:53:19-05:00'
describe
'2156' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDW' 'sip-files00071.txt'
e6a516be558afe925f361ee597e83c76
a85bd074e2f7b298094204528759dbac40136fc0
describe
Invalid character
'61443' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDX' 'sip-files00071thm.jpg'
eb49aae3ecdff33528b3ba47e80d9eed
cbd8e6478cb5fdc4b7b9b09ba0459c426757359f
'2011-12-13T08:51:26-05:00'
describe
'728182' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDY' 'sip-files00072.jp2'
c6c2e85ce1f35ce2a1d1d8fbf8881da2
e5af50bc4197e396b3967fd2a5429d2696933220
'2011-12-13T08:54:31-05:00'
describe
'511083' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJDZ' 'sip-files00072.jpg'
525efca97d69569057471cf2679f2114
5f86a55435d33f40312d94b58e2e3249912c9ca9
'2011-12-13T08:54:18-05:00'
describe
'37812' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEA' 'sip-files00072.pro'
4de5e8a78fcc722394a1875efd7d3c11
b26e386529c79c424534fa279b773dcb0a3144c8
describe
'161238' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEB' 'sip-files00072.QC.jpg'
f353848e6db13619d858e3be7f34228d
a5404a98b87b62fe46186c83b2acf93753f16457
describe
'5848792' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEC' 'sip-files00072.tif'
af96556abbd6f69534a2107bbbec1864
51fef489fa1c31255919ea58ac216cd9a7708ce6
describe
'1637' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJED' 'sip-files00072.txt'
733abd9d1ff21d89fea1787779031f1f
7ba03b476802768243a7ef611ad12cd5392d0d20
describe
'57559' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEE' 'sip-files00072thm.jpg'
aa95e6946133337fa88089a624d469c5
e1dd8035e0cbc72c4ff9bb745883f13bd85aa705
describe
'728204' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEF' 'sip-files00073.jp2'
a8002d0ecee2d85f39a959c8ed4bd6dd
ebf4b34219d86146f501fd39f989724eae629c70
'2011-12-13T08:53:01-05:00'
describe
'596715' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEG' 'sip-files00073.jpg'
2b853d09b71fd9c7d68b0ca1a6646e09
f01db91816fb9345acd889093d30369cbe09c442
describe
'28695' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEH' 'sip-files00073.pro'
873bd190cfd9e96a9c45a747b9448652
35be2135b4a68f7b9a054057e70dd48627d2ad53
describe
'181471' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEI' 'sip-files00073.QC.jpg'
deff52fd68890f7a8ca16eb2b2e177c0
a49b96644f75c91d9f1ea7fe062281f059e5bdb5
'2011-12-13T08:51:14-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEJ' 'sip-files00073.tif'
3ed58ebc6e6cb0ce9ffb18985b023dc3
ef18e5262e24aadf34952acedd8506b5ac54e9cf
describe
'1308' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEK' 'sip-files00073.txt'
ebc062b2bb566a26eeee2771af73d3e7
d4d426bf171d2de866a34f47aab10b06938559fd
describe
'62829' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEL' 'sip-files00073thm.jpg'
7c97da5f37bc319e6b1d080a915b43f4
a29280be764beadf73e435620b14c60e22f63dd0
describe
'728304' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEM' 'sip-files00074.jp2'
28539df99c3a739ca05b884c629b50fd
0d8bb998289e040e545337550e759285293c339b
'2011-12-13T08:53:48-05:00'
describe
'570919' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEN' 'sip-files00074.jpg'
c9071fbfa14d228e56c0ce6d5e2cc974
82b41942feebbd2e1fdd767e5185b104783ef0ff
describe
'53212' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEO' 'sip-files00074.pro'
5f8b60e1e73e7c17428eaccff73c117a
27da3cfb20d5221f7c57ee1228216a2e548f48fb
'2011-12-13T08:51:02-05:00'
describe
'177215' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEP' 'sip-files00074.QC.jpg'
5437d3bd747fdd19da30a1a6e67f1ed6
f8a230c6a0d5f47926357cc752bee16d167573a5
describe
'5849744' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEQ' 'sip-files00074.tif'
dc2b0e84d493374f37e8c3e12d15ccd2
74b65e841d8f18899fd4544ba73ad54b179e634c
describe
'2102' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJER' 'sip-files00074.txt'
dc7a831d90f9d7b23cf57544057d237c
7fb7ca8e86454efa0d92b9d632da990492a8dcee
describe
'61981' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJES' 'sip-files00074thm.jpg'
8a35f0293e5e42c58f8bfd15d81036e8
612ac798e2d31909169e3dafe886dd621c997ece
describe
'728318' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJET' 'sip-files00075.jp2'
608fd01fc3a2a2c3da5cfa7a7e136e50
65205abe2ccbb81884255d64b90a72732b1ff54d
describe
'551346' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEU' 'sip-files00075.jpg'
b77461c4bd68e69836b35fd56b33ff92
26db72c59b6a56865a61079214d6d2ac2e4c042b
describe
'58830' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEV' 'sip-files00075.pro'
8492dea0e10a2da76807d3f73e6433e7
ac996664fcdec0c594bdeeba9757598f8153baee
'2011-12-13T08:49:34-05:00'
describe
'173488' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEW' 'sip-files00075.QC.jpg'
cacb8bd98fb0552ec99e719072ed2084
974be11738c6c2bd2dab1aebbabd2cbf64e14396
'2011-12-13T08:51:41-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEX' 'sip-files00075.tif'
de7003425c5472c8855fe6d550fd1484
05a4ef7ba8a2785460c93242c75205156b5be9b4
'2011-12-13T08:50:00-05:00'
describe
'2516' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEY' 'sip-files00075.txt'
115836a5b3037bc88ecbcc4f1b5954ca
43bdf36c74fea73029932a68a402a402d931a093
'2011-12-13T08:49:33-05:00'
describe
'59830' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJEZ' 'sip-files00075thm.jpg'
64e284f0c7e43ea2a53eb2e35f9c3a48
0cff0bc3676b1deecd4823d1d39b9e35b41e263d
'2011-12-13T08:49:41-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFA' 'sip-files00076.jp2'
47532bbba4e888aeed9e706f290f4ecd
34d384dceb7255e59521a8de840b3151d88d6f0d
describe
'537615' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFB' 'sip-files00076.jpg'
fdf0feda7a363a118c35c1ff5fe1ef4f
80a4fff0f03ac6b28979c127892529050a258988
describe
'36336' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFC' 'sip-files00076.pro'
0a54d7f26772639c5f84e02061829253
cf0c173fb220b1bedac0b2e0dc3eff5569ad13e3
describe
'168716' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFD' 'sip-files00076.QC.jpg'
f39e18b8d4d6fe2a5f926de28be7108e
e681cd23868d02b77e34449987c2caac81c35844
describe
'5849556' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFE' 'sip-files00076.tif'
477c21e1767112c3022134cee1eeda05
ff79f7c975e714328d962b2063cdb0d0ffcabb26
'2011-12-13T08:55:52-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFF' 'sip-files00076.txt'
4b705eeb26a5e9adc43fcc7efc51ad1a
49c9dbabb18b161410c9b512a2027205060fecba
'2011-12-13T08:52:51-05:00'
describe
'59520' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFG' 'sip-files00076thm.jpg'
d596800c1acb4e5c530a621d67f33829
9f2e1647f5b22b3bfd38d7fa8f91cc0804f1bda9
describe
'728311' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFH' 'sip-files00077.jp2'
c5ddee59917ce2e2f04f5f10bc14522a
767e2c9c7e5742e4e6a6dcf3798abb3e171f24fc
describe
'503824' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFI' 'sip-files00077.jpg'
9679674f364b94b46f1b73d4f2c4d355
a7e5da092e92f3adc7e8ece381dae9050de55ae3
describe
'59048' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFJ' 'sip-files00077.pro'
90cf103047fe711d7de6ed58be3e6ca7
bb45acd468453392909a80c49ab8b048080116cc
describe
'158389' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFK' 'sip-files00077.QC.jpg'
b522e5cb77e640f4f01c830051c74d58
45c65a45bb7ca1d7f95a1e2c89708a84b9f7cd31
describe
'5848516' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFL' 'sip-files00077.tif'
934c105c5913f0deeae0b3d957859975
e02c818f0b03a494fc4b2cb4a4ceae012dda9a91
'2011-12-13T08:50:17-05:00'
describe
'2601' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFM' 'sip-files00077.txt'
0887f1a957e0d5ae61ddf28396205f23
e2a58da67362729a8adf47a946cdd0f5649acdfe
describe
'57430' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFN' 'sip-files00077thm.jpg'
57b995f32353a0804e61020a0615bbb8
9942fca45bf462452d59bd98c0ba0a690559df22
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFO' 'sip-files00078.jp2'
6351032c039397660f2af722b36757db
ebc506a219fa579c66b04bc078b22c339e89fa28
describe
'557090' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFP' 'sip-files00078.jpg'
cb64d9bd491cb90211cf6c0e8e16eb97
2c14eee90c6bcb89ab7df6b5bd735f208c5e54b1
describe
'60798' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFQ' 'sip-files00078.pro'
51ca50c7ce12f4e70ddacbd5fc9a621d
25d691ff96ec84f2b41ec9aeaf1915bc2cf312a7
describe
'175543' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFR' 'sip-files00078.QC.jpg'
0c069e61d968ed8636853c82bfd4e374
1b1891503ab2ac856cfad31f5ef5558101741c61
describe
'5849204' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFS' 'sip-files00078.tif'
37d53ee9614e1d60f8c5d48f9a92877d
5d2889159a62536a0e7708c14a9ad56d51079fc5
'2011-12-13T08:54:34-05:00'
describe
'2570' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFT' 'sip-files00078.txt'
b3b4d46eeb00b7a766ea0c3cb4fdfd4f
1f5970f65fa77e79910b51f6f6d8b0655c603fcf
'2011-12-13T08:55:23-05:00'
describe
'60732' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFU' 'sip-files00078thm.jpg'
7687b3d63d7676af07f95193a68d560e
ede2e1f8a108801f25393b499acbbc66f58bd45d
describe
'749523' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFV' 'sip-files00079.jp2'
cbf0b2cee2a760e109605c07e18df567
0af17de81074e4b2fb2a65c4fa69e2729b9f2db9
describe
'575204' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFW' 'sip-files00079.jpg'
ed94abaab5c142d76ea21bd4970f5def
59c48352d2fad3422f0b89a7e2f76a60c29dc0c9
describe
'38631' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFX' 'sip-files00079.pro'
269d29f1d63a7fbe8c0f9f92880ab4c5
37d8e7ccc428111f8309184063329608be1f1983
describe
'176634' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFY' 'sip-files00079.QC.jpg'
21c271e106ec90db2bdaaa160b1e7584
73eff203523253bdcad43b16612d180ceed56e2a
'2011-12-13T08:50:06-05:00'
describe
'6019236' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJFZ' 'sip-files00079.tif'
8f506b6f9b7a4c072fec2c04bf2b5fd9
16a1c7fd0a009f9cb10b5b4d15433e73d8d4c753
'2011-12-13T08:50:36-05:00'
describe
'1704' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGA' 'sip-files00079.txt'
a2a8db7d8d592db363ff0980e35a16e9
035f9d3808c387653b35b38be499f776efb473eb
describe
'60628' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGB' 'sip-files00079thm.jpg'
2962263b55a068f2fd6cb1f7cbc89973
4e06358655c859d53e7985ddd1eafd07b8529698
describe
'751641' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGC' 'sip-files00080.jp2'
23f699a3a0f3fca8a3b9cd4f52de91af
f0caad3df0da6e230a2db9f557b3c88bae562fd4
describe
'583743' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGD' 'sip-files00080.jpg'
f89dbd8c6c80d7b281e41ca6bf0a559c
f916b6458805dc22bf59ba35bf5843a9af50d85d
describe
'57182' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGE' 'sip-files00080.pro'
5f50086818cec3d60eb2f592fbba49b0
5bc04cade6ae77f3323e852b6b87ee0b441adcaa
'2011-12-13T08:50:47-05:00'
describe
'180562' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGF' 'sip-files00080.QC.jpg'
b9578305ac82295fc43c859a14d6a1b7
5e0b60fa799a055b52247fba7c75408ab97b8520
describe
'6036488' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGG' 'sip-files00080.tif'
c80f75ad73d3378f7b08461b3d1118bf
3aecd18f4940b97efc7c951bd0df91ca785cc950
describe
'2230' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGH' 'sip-files00080.txt'
8225767e43507530cdcf8f7b10420a67
f984bbe3647c62451efb3ec2b434979de7a1de58
describe
'61880' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGI' 'sip-files00080thm.jpg'
20c1cc005f38f92cd55044c6f5791e2e
f46fb87563e4c7a2b256cb4c16487c15389c3bad
'2011-12-13T08:50:54-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGJ' 'sip-files00081.jp2'
087a69231d8317284460ae2ba83345f4
6c5ad423fc563d68497844d787c09a235a47144c
'2011-12-13T08:52:33-05:00'
describe
'544306' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGK' 'sip-files00081.jpg'
bfae4d866833e62334f32578ca36281c
7e38db6bdce476a7a9ca48edbdcadf156956fe61
describe
'24560' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGL' 'sip-files00081.pro'
79450c31429bdef299840fd22eec0a49
263247a85d43a335c96b28c04912d4056513da86
describe
'171691' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGM' 'sip-files00081.QC.jpg'
e9f0536f6a00be9fb2ae798a3ef17130
812c4ff4dffc93233a6af232dc01d59360503537
'2011-12-13T08:55:05-05:00'
describe
'5850136' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGN' 'sip-files00081.tif'
c8c7b85c9cad1fd3ef9da0bfbbb32f2a
bd5d78094e6d114bbb79a600a9a552ac7d243251
describe
'980' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGO' 'sip-files00081.txt'
e28efdf8ec9a02ee56dabf875679e38a
a966934026964507c6d31c2776c8a0944c6ef357
describe
'60971' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGP' 'sip-files00081thm.jpg'
1b70e7b8b2ae470cca53349b403ceedd
743df156c4eb8633b341622143fbc5ac92d3bcad
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGQ' 'sip-files00082.jp2'
e32657405ed653d96569f6cc4dcddbca
699c1d8af0d3c76ed5062e003f7b5cd32c78504d
describe
'480468' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGR' 'sip-files00082.jpg'
e04ddeb8e73aced75794d6d22ef0f012
2b88d242dc338075823241c0f088fa58a3a1809f
describe
'46315' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGS' 'sip-files00082.pro'
d5eb397dfb34c5b324ec4740c1b67d60
2ac11f6679bcb1f122883e01e94cdcccd727341d
describe
'151210' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGT' 'sip-files00082.QC.jpg'
5f2c05942bc508ac12166690c056d3f4
2fc6ee3b2e240d5714eac6bfce50cae1e99e906f
describe
'5848036' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGU' 'sip-files00082.tif'
1e63ce6829b8c0e10e318c3c6a7039e6
4a66b71fd98f38925e5d266db80d93b3c50a2200
'2011-12-13T08:51:07-05:00'
describe
'1956' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGV' 'sip-files00082.txt'
96757969efc3a1b3b592fc1c3721b91f
fa25100cdc430255cefeda2d04d5b95af6bbdd39
describe
Invalid character
'54076' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGW' 'sip-files00082thm.jpg'
10966f6e321c1b5935a568907412c23a
97046027b32a4cc658195b6717e132901fb385c9
describe
'728296' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGX' 'sip-files00083.jp2'
155b91918ab740dbecfae7b859cb1b5a
fe46510585bd9cfa770cdc4c56b2a8467e1bd9ac
describe
'591912' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGY' 'sip-files00083.jpg'
06f7c5e34d28c9cef169ff76c4d89479
c5c2ff2989c78a6f4c94dc88e8f44adabbe43aa5
'2011-12-13T08:54:16-05:00'
describe
'70000' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJGZ' 'sip-files00083.pro'
06ea803b09a0f1682e9bc39b4c9e7429
c16f58de49ba9858cfac05b2e31d2338098e411b
'2011-12-13T08:55:54-05:00'
describe
'187524' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHA' 'sip-files00083.QC.jpg'
8deb0e71209f7548838fd13ecd4cbad2
fcafbbc9d8a7c91f556ad38a8f2606fe33d6b7d5
'2011-12-13T08:49:40-05:00'
describe
'5849976' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHB' 'sip-files00083.tif'
ca6025a8bffc7f332d010d99267603e3
f8cf7d33bd70a4fc0e6d0fa463c3ea1d2362e266
'2011-12-13T08:49:19-05:00'
describe
'2859' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHC' 'sip-files00083.txt'
325878e672ee8046c1c6fcd906f26e50
3c9801d4c64b517cf97528872e7b55caf7a4c786
describe
'63777' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHD' 'sip-files00083thm.jpg'
ee8c0dc9e3a981c539f1f705b764c0e8
b77fe0b607bf93df2024f373289c20d7bfd22603
describe
'728319' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHE' 'sip-files00084.jp2'
b4b88a11bceb0780b1f5bad2389c8735
cb07876e0c042dde90aea1993a383f05b53f7048
'2011-12-13T08:53:45-05:00'
describe
'546152' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHF' 'sip-files00084.jpg'
0759e875c99f14aaa2964a764ca24f24
f47d5ab88930f0cbb956428405d7820423f05775
describe
'60007' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHG' 'sip-files00084.pro'
0c995fdf45084704df21e7e0c088b095
b7a38a353e3036409cd97bea16d2525da3ea2b4a
'2011-12-13T08:50:44-05:00'
describe
'173450' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHH' 'sip-files00084.QC.jpg'
17c67c05c51038ba5dc59f818f08f5ee
293da415bcf3b6d18481e1e0bb22ec73bb0fa16c
'2011-12-13T08:52:03-05:00'
describe
'5849248' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHI' 'sip-files00084.tif'
2e1c78f2315bd18e3494117efc5646b7
2fec4638dea32001c91a5a9d78af39e9c66e983f
'2011-12-13T08:50:27-05:00'
describe
'2470' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHJ' 'sip-files00084.txt'
221c2a4bdf1b69a0185e70cc64a26896
eed6c170becfea98cd61808f6c3340db0b889c49
'2011-12-13T08:54:23-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'59923' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHK' 'sip-files00084thm.jpg'
6f6f7058a7548104bb9782ffcaba418d
f4afd3e1fb4dec2f52076409585b9e75497afc53
'2011-12-13T08:54:57-05:00'
describe
'728260' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHL' 'sip-files00085.jp2'
aeff9c8b26a85bfbedc049ca6d01cf38
2e46c5f65ed7e7cda41a7c648b94a3aa5f576593
'2011-12-13T08:51:43-05:00'
describe
'490630' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHM' 'sip-files00085.jpg'
854be8980c4aec54c0432a75cb9f159b
04117e9a24ddb955ecd48aebb36920f85e55dad5
describe
'33404' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHN' 'sip-files00085.pro'
ced1ca8aa5de0f1f08bbf282a1da21de
8242d6ea24eca78c3dabf8ca9299963140901587
describe
'157886' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHO' 'sip-files00085.QC.jpg'
36440f0b5602f16461ffe71c3003f7a1
707398f073e4ed3d1e11226bd6d3f99e8c6ecda7
describe
'5849436' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHP' 'sip-files00085.tif'
c7dc3fd0037740715964860c8d23fc70
e51489aaa92ab6f0afebb8f54916c05cce484985
describe
'1471' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHQ' 'sip-files00085.txt'
0f8edd1644c95e71a675416bc3bfb101
314d1b85710f513d82c0657ea2c0eff9767e1a95
describe
Invalid character
'58742' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHR' 'sip-files00085thm.jpg'
7ca8b5913dfb5cf1d97fb8470fff7e43
88476fda51491526c458d1aaa3e0e672612fc272
'2011-12-13T08:52:29-05:00'
describe
'738885' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHS' 'sip-files00086.jp2'
5617a2ee814771e85a7adb22cadd0b18
1db56a17c45bebbb3dc40bd034493efe51e4babc
describe
'521416' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHT' 'sip-files00086.jpg'
78a19a21811b28985fc0cd40441ff160
e3dfffc3c45d6ce49e92cb992f5aa35676e2605d
describe
'64725' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHU' 'sip-files00086.pro'
1e9f4a6a4d720805b352d4065befdf5e
11126270b7a3e371cbc9082006b0503996a641db
describe
'168674' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHV' 'sip-files00086.QC.jpg'
7d354f9a58630da444eff5a23c6e989d
df379547e8a2776104439fcf9322990e02b447ab
describe
'5934060' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHW' 'sip-files00086.tif'
f6586c01b26ce26fa15f5dcd00c142ab
cf6b566ad3b237733962f78e63c009e519b4ebcb
'2011-12-13T08:53:41-05:00'
describe
'2718' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHX' 'sip-files00086.txt'
326864b1f49127bde2d122ace79f11ab
8a38b655d315d7f59a480a7b12deeef78a70e0b3
'2011-12-13T08:54:30-05:00'
describe
'59645' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHY' 'sip-files00086thm.jpg'
f23edbe5e14c8dab325eeeffbaeffe1a
041f4de3a928f27aaf5a664cacea9b312266fc5a
describe
'728317' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJHZ' 'sip-files00087.jp2'
7173a5a745f3cb1a083b4e2384662686
9e7f67f8810ec8d2ea9e15df3e0a65c29134b100
describe
'597266' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIA' 'sip-files00087.jpg'
7a18fd36b5f8dbe48560aab24bbe5279
dc22fff38da223647d5bf5d9e2c0bca84029725f
describe
'69360' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIB' 'sip-files00087.pro'
34cdb519524b9e9bb5341a8d57df65a5
99e2bc122138657850c1ebec50798e634db507de
'2011-12-13T08:53:35-05:00'
describe
'188252' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIC' 'sip-files00087.QC.jpg'
f44563e22f1fd412f6389fcb5ea7f8e5
9da8737561c2c2624dcf89c879ebe66db171ba3a
'2011-12-13T08:52:24-05:00'
describe
'5849520' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJID' 'sip-files00087.tif'
8324b32ed707ee391910924609ceaec5
07a9bf012bf6d53c2b1d315749155cf8fb38dbf4
'2011-12-13T08:52:08-05:00'
describe
'2848' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIE' 'sip-files00087.txt'
d98b79573aad7c7f2589317db077666d
d225106d455da156134f39e063a284ee63e4f9fa
'2011-12-13T08:53:37-05:00'
describe
Invalid character
'63208' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIF' 'sip-files00087thm.jpg'
cbff46507ae2643480d76edca8b52677
48a3f156ca22a06d53cf9c1ba9c257358048a912
describe
'781483' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIG' 'sip-files00088.jp2'
1bb86ba45b800ad39834147b06f333d7
ad42f8dbcff89135c2ffb6a6980b291983eb9537
describe
'411131' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIH' 'sip-files00088.jpg'
64d1f66de4859db3a1aae3e789e9404d
d21c14bcd8caabcaeb0de72e676d3d99c1b8cc0a
describe
'128821' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJII' 'sip-files00088.QC.jpg'
07ae9050370b6cd4535a6491a0c6bf5b
b4836c46ac0d919c63e4529adb3a116b0b5efb1c
'2011-12-13T08:53:43-05:00'
describe
'6278088' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIJ' 'sip-files00088.tif'
e0e1b617e4fd8bd6c3679d51a13112eb
20d7c09d8aeb6e251b4aef55710f93c952fc0bf9
describe
'51150' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIK' 'sip-files00088thm.jpg'
a0d3c7f05b8a70dfd3af3b1ae5cc0b6f
cd287618c3955c0f3f33117cd494c73cb286788c
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIL' 'sip-files00089.jp2'
ba4cdfb86db5d60581048806fc6593a8
412ef297111ac170bc3e64ee65b5e132f11f426f
'2011-12-13T08:50:56-05:00'
describe
'572654' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIM' 'sip-files00089.jpg'
7ad7271d01891e2890d8e1e059b8867c
e7a91bc399323e7ee4ffdd353ad2475065a36702
describe
'55750' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIN' 'sip-files00089.pro'
6350b2572e0c41c3cf4fd10fd7ff8234
952f35625413810aa2b8c06c8d7d0b41e35d531a
describe
'175982' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIO' 'sip-files00089.QC.jpg'
ab8d515c2f9e627d9c0e5d1572725e8d
41521d25b8c34df8f9cd5383d6d0f794fc2c014b
'2011-12-13T08:51:23-05:00'
describe
'5849324' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIP' 'sip-files00089.tif'
51119d731d58cdeec6eca43bc6da6c77
08e8a854a345e868234a13f96a8180da4dd1f45e
'2011-12-13T08:53:23-05:00'
describe
'2182' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIQ' 'sip-files00089.txt'
fd8d5539f27cfbf3d2f04969f731d888
e6dfc42da783f8cfff33d72edbaa899a329e2569
describe
'61126' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIR' 'sip-files00089thm.jpg'
1df248f47e9a29c16b6ab3d61607a307
855f8c14e6960b64cedc0a30bb08c93d0b419f1c
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIS' 'sip-files00090.jp2'
5fde72da582fe2066cbe2256322569e4
a52f175071333c1b74c3aa05d3b842eff358a693
describe
'546434' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIT' 'sip-files00090.jpg'
e707d3e1ae81d0188405bb8f42d7f7e1
01dc1ccf82d438421f21cb5f9dd89eca4b23e3c1
describe
'51212' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIU' 'sip-files00090.pro'
09e809f8387dfdc95e561881c40d69e5
fc12b14fefc1be5771ef37f70b1593718b973b1b
describe
'170361' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIV' 'sip-files00090.QC.jpg'
f13681641f46d2b459c359b13d3f5e5e
a64e9ff73bd5b47a818298e6cb13f7eace4ad5bf
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIW' 'sip-files00090.tif'
cfec5c5b12658a255b79c90140110216
18650f54190d0dfce1148e64fcaafda47841c5bc
'2011-12-13T08:50:19-05:00'
describe
'2126' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIX' 'sip-files00090.txt'
2f4535cf0ffa9f5f878c2b83ff9d81c9
cdcc0dec5be7ef649214cb8ab64f7db2799fa619
describe
'59220' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIY' 'sip-files00090thm.jpg'
ee5e1db67b66fa8b36334a4e5c231844
17ea3c7d16752dddcd2262b32b2ff718184680b8
describe
'728288' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJIZ' 'sip-files00091.jp2'
31ecb324c63dffe391c9770103082018
decdc8f6174b27cfb5ab4ea6a54297c3763a1be1
describe
'541220' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJA' 'sip-files00091.jpg'
069eaf79499ad5021c62c25ef0da77ba
aef9a380f4c88b0e48914075ed79ebc89bb572ab
describe
'59909' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJB' 'sip-files00091.pro'
226dd85b079e8ff2e6b01aa291a1ed50
30645631821d726511999864eda7b08d182dd546
describe
'171797' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJC' 'sip-files00091.QC.jpg'
c8090622b75a56bc8d0a3f7fd25f91e5
a7b51dda391483aaab247e48843bf501893b5d44
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJD' 'sip-files00091.tif'
e9cfe7b4733fb322c6b63cab93cc04c3
c5878d370c2ecdb740abf91adc6694e6724686b9
describe
'2500' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJE' 'sip-files00091.txt'
58752e9f57295f41a5af0c8630e46ba7
6eb8599a54e978e629132d59720d43879d186c1c
describe
'60912' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJF' 'sip-files00091thm.jpg'
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25326755695be75eb2b3a277d73218802ba96d15
describe
'728310' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJG' 'sip-files00092.jp2'
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describe
'555759' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJH' 'sip-files00092.jpg'
bb311214489b0e4f24add0892bb315a1
bbb62584e9d6190b0c93b62b4ad5d421d82c6fef
describe
'65280' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJI' 'sip-files00092.pro'
ae9782297f31c969365e2e5e8864a47b
a242f5e189db92711c20ceeaf78ca5a66c065f12
'2011-12-13T08:51:59-05:00'
describe
'179519' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJJ' 'sip-files00092.QC.jpg'
f6a08a1fdf994a2c2381b741224b6c10
b1e87f5b96c707a86b3b83edcf321e845576d2e4
describe
'5849684' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJK' 'sip-files00092.tif'
e0e6236bd5b2d70c7c933a42f4c05e11
808c3667effddb532364a01720526adf30483f83
'2011-12-13T08:55:48-05:00'
describe
'2591' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJL' 'sip-files00092.txt'
fd3a176b58d8ee7f4b20453a177be84a
7022fa70faf3a2e44c9fe29acef7f471a91d5049
'2011-12-13T08:51:42-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJM' 'sip-files00092thm.jpg'
e19b729d421525eec64ed3c72e0de6db
1d2bf86b5fec6afa9d6b03a88e6484eced54dcd0
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJN' 'sip-files00093.jp2'
e3d039709d454762768114ac6610c9be
14ad7f86b05e69eb70c8ec72331c907d19c876f0
describe
'581305' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJO' 'sip-files00093.jpg'
314540ffc37e89a201cf6090e70a2c93
e4dfed5435cbf403d3a6762f18299bdb390b2e10
describe
'2620' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJP' 'sip-files00093.pro'
8deab3bd199141e2a349344435c44160
9948c7650006157a9c5f6be89075c10c433a0b0f
'2011-12-13T08:55:18-05:00'
describe
'173572' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJQ' 'sip-files00093.QC.jpg'
18273dd5bb366c3551bf84ef52022d21
53bf568e3e171180a79a7417ddafa6a8ba6662ea
describe
'5850524' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJR' 'sip-files00093.tif'
d823c9e89317c52d9620634b59f27e78
5aac95a8d1a04df07915d95e2cf084828cc43679
'2011-12-13T08:51:19-05:00'
describe
'194' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJS' 'sip-files00093.txt'
cd078e31647906e6ce7973915e8a588b
c7f864cb3239011fcbe5e8f390b510ca0a06a32c
describe
Invalid character
'61220' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJT' 'sip-files00093thm.jpg'
a572324c4bdb41134b5d8d2a10d24cac
626c7ac980294a7e1348de53152333fe3888bd08
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJU' 'sip-files00094.jp2'
977e1d4fee8d0dc6ecb04bfca8f7e14d
f818f4dbd43969aa843b3bf6dab259d03b1eb903
describe
'588183' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJV' 'sip-files00094.jpg'
2e961e88430c74e9abf3cd6624c8c578
49c165e94feb8ef9578281d788d245f8aa3aef0a
describe
'68665' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJW' 'sip-files00094.pro'
11962e724ff7990411a5f3a6779f3619
b211887677366d06215b4dbc020c37ce382b710c
describe
'183787' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJX' 'sip-files00094.QC.jpg'
e1c0a62a28fde768be0ccc54a1d1614f
0ac257ec1858082906f57e11afeeaebd950d9a7e
describe
'5849672' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJY' 'sip-files00094.tif'
a92d19160aba07c5657e4261b1f3b813
bc7f10057e181f5dbeef40ab5900d0ce0a57b011
'2011-12-13T08:49:49-05:00'
describe
'2764' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJJZ' 'sip-files00094.txt'
6c30022820bdabee3eacb0aab29fafd6
098dc79c5a0b157774c1b10060d5cf1931b40da0
'2011-12-13T08:55:22-05:00'
describe
'62838' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKA' 'sip-files00094thm.jpg'
de0e739e09587bb183f86742b1903533
27aef21b3b2712e81bdc0f99299b2248e1ca8771
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKB' 'sip-files00095.jp2'
f7d9cb8638f7bcbea50255567a149731
1bf9d1e0f907ce4ec724703167d6ef9f40451b1b
'2011-12-13T08:50:03-05:00'
describe
'571985' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKC' 'sip-files00095.jpg'
6fdb15326394b8d18dc68648609154cf
254b85e973d23c9052ab14eb82f5315910747310
describe
'66330' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKD' 'sip-files00095.pro'
047a8194e8921df1c149a2a73573c630
22638ce486ca9ce26433d2e5262e6f877d6a378d
describe
'180542' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKE' 'sip-files00095.QC.jpg'
e2b83c3b18d5b416e3dc6e1d7aeb372a
bcd1061096159adfe28c2f9939aef8f778b3c163
describe
'5849172' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKF' 'sip-files00095.tif'
19394e27f887809d5f37769ef96ab655
953c7d200336c4d3085099a846fe50ef173f6166
'2011-12-13T08:54:58-05:00'
describe
'2701' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKG' 'sip-files00095.txt'
20c927e5834ef741b66223577d2fa0a1
40305b97528ab0ae715aea5d8b96002127198575
'2011-12-13T08:50:14-05:00'
describe
'61427' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKH' 'sip-files00095thm.jpg'
090c7861da82a895e8ab8dd1b89b4fce
8b91dd059c0af9b447aad4315e5954b1830f5ce7
describe
'766472' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKI' 'sip-files00096.jp2'
d5995e431094f10a24e09a83c051c210
4f228717b83c3cb1518b5b4e3747b10d20e0067c
describe
'530823' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKJ' 'sip-files00096.jpg'
7095544f59a0e7eb678e16cd835082cc
ded42faac745fb79a499549402c7c99274efd1d8
'2011-12-13T08:55:50-05:00'
describe
'46539' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKK' 'sip-files00096.pro'
2f75c37a2630498ef85bb99e547006f5
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describe
'168754' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKL' 'sip-files00096.QC.jpg'
651f2610efc774a81fb4c58ae3b57667
1a7dfe31f5d42c276eb5c8385c1d54db65869ae6
'2011-12-13T08:54:07-05:00'
describe
'6155864' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKM' 'sip-files00096.tif'
eb8866f41e907e073c267f16c21035e7
afd4ef79e0fbad7c15da39c7360e91b7dc44d62d
'2011-12-13T08:53:56-05:00'
describe
'2971' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKN' 'sip-files00096.txt'
d1313dd6f166b4c86ca58559d549eec4
154373d548561baff6143d22592516911ff5a294
describe
'60606' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKO' 'sip-files00096thm.jpg'
869d52d0480045cfa21eda8ab2b6fab7
11ff3ad062d1e9e9f503f6bc2354fe281df5c93a
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKP' 'sip-files00097.jp2'
f2868cfa8635b913755cee9678c03144
3322c52a20a85d84b63316530e3cae89b193876c
describe
'603585' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKQ' 'sip-files00097.jpg'
0518b617c195ad169efc56aede055d66
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describe
'74192' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKR' 'sip-files00097.pro'
05bc05f06e332fdea46accc03216aa4e
3e5a21b55a0f5df15af1e03b7250667acaaea2f5
describe
'187342' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKS' 'sip-files00097.QC.jpg'
0dbbe9fa5b5997536f26febff8c594bf
172c59007c93133aa9286adb683b67919937ba71
describe
'5849376' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKT' 'sip-files00097.tif'
5629c9f2d7656e6add993fda14973ffb
e22d591f6892dae64fb731173779a216a109fe93
'2011-12-13T08:53:51-05:00'
describe
'2920' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKU' 'sip-files00097.txt'
6679a60e66f227d16f7c6f493407a6c4
b96c122dab817a1765d83f57564fa1695e4ced65
describe
'62225' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKV' 'sip-files00097thm.jpg'
d17a6e87ef35c10ab6689ffd20cb9fc9
53b58ab668e3a52fb16f101e8ac22816cf39ccdc
'2011-12-13T08:52:54-05:00'
describe
'728226' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKW' 'sip-files00098.jp2'
a961f753a09ddb0b925a89f6ade19fc5
9b5bea32b80593f9272248d6c78d0d214c790733
describe
'525478' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKX' 'sip-files00098.jpg'
b6162ecf7b101d9ee1ac6f50da4f6cfb
fd83817a631240566b361090b076c61bc5f02cb5
describe
'43451' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKY' 'sip-files00098.pro'
5c165d602a7440b105014af5b526abad
d1c568da762e26fdc1e0d7f8de3ec59631d95db1
describe
'168071' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJKZ' 'sip-files00098.QC.jpg'
703c2cc1ae89ab69cf1200270fdefd92
803b8712efff03c6816c5efc19bdcd05fea08e35
'2011-12-13T08:52:28-05:00'
describe
'5849156' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLA' 'sip-files00098.tif'
9cbb819af0c364c017d617704aaa8c0d
19b204cd8e957c6fe51c91fcc974090d329dd99b
describe
'2205' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLB' 'sip-files00098.txt'
e1412375b2eae535753127c9f08dd6a2
902b35a8d1b923446962fb9ee3dad107088fea39
describe
Invalid character
'59419' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLC' 'sip-files00098thm.jpg'
cdf7d0935ea8a31a9602005d7efed719
7df7e5e7c8e5a84764f863f1070c978ccf25d5f4
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLD' 'sip-files00099.jp2'
b7e0ba72d6a2d4a6206df53b261fa5c9
08eb87b74982e4ba4eba51d8c9f53bc6907a8e74
describe
'539109' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLE' 'sip-files00099.jpg'
3416741dd53f69781839248e2bc9ae4c
b20d767ebe3044e36563671e5e7c75e8507f0321
describe
'59320' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLF' 'sip-files00099.pro'
23366d0accbf162b5e9f6a7612e0724c
6e2a032acd37d8d768501f05a9956903111d9590
describe
'173261' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLG' 'sip-files00099.QC.jpg'
3f567742ef7cbc9b43fb434ed30ec808
0095cb0c8af2cc2bc2f3a098971535835bd317a9
describe
'5849856' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLH' 'sip-files00099.tif'
befd08febffb80fc117422ce5dc42164
66702f442a4afb4caf919a1091421e6b884564d7
describe
'2403' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLI' 'sip-files00099.txt'
b57bbc59ec97cfadb29d2cdd610b8371
6d182088bddb706e1141edeefa4a583f95f6a444
'2011-12-13T08:51:05-05:00'
describe
'62134' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLJ' 'sip-files00099thm.jpg'
440a762da07bcc979ae2300b4451ef47
ede7036d49ad1cf1331ae2d0cee11ff3c660ffbe
describe
'728136' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLK' 'sip-files00100.jp2'
37c5c3c3119a9167b6a00b82b225be95
d04ba7872256147be51756805c24fe453b703d6b
describe
'511620' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLL' 'sip-files00100.jpg'
13d7c61c7e482abcbfeffd82f586d8b1
fde7aa4950beab7aa0cd28651339a877a71cdbf7
describe
'50997' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLM' 'sip-files00100.pro'
fa12be03805a3c211885aba7f7e34bf4
6f857e5b52c3129f07b490771e742c80c6e3cee9
describe
'162798' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLN' 'sip-files00100.QC.jpg'
5be5790bfc3a97b4c48148b2225736f3
5cdc3d2d4ed0562067ef95df03eeec08ed6dda68
describe
'5848900' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLO' 'sip-files00100.tif'
5fc0b9a19d22f7d9bd1d7e3c71c327df
e240ba62ff822bb4f09b5e857079802061be3d78
'2011-12-13T08:55:49-05:00'
describe
'2219' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLP' 'sip-files00100.txt'
5d51c893125c729bf7b3863ea2f63e06
c0805e4e02716b32e2d28d6659a8e3246b527c56
'2011-12-13T08:54:51-05:00'
describe
'57755' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLQ' 'sip-files00100thm.jpg'
709ac1308bc4c886ac41dd1e542b2491
4b98bdbbd813610e0e48b00d2d86cc9f783cd965
'2011-12-13T08:51:29-05:00'
describe
'728264' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLR' 'sip-files00101.jp2'
f48a7f38ed90866c2d1516228020917d
ccb8eb5358c3f26ffcfd0fdb836f6b7613ee9726
describe
'572165' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLS' 'sip-files00101.jpg'
35876813089fcf1c2a394f869f3a2c10
a576b9584ba4ede278da6fcafef8e6d9bfa640e1
'2011-12-13T08:51:48-05:00'
describe
'30843' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLT' 'sip-files00101.pro'
4fdc78c9f7f8dea2ec9348d96b85d352
32f50c642eefc81d75478a287d98e785b0e1f830
describe
'175161' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLU' 'sip-files00101.QC.jpg'
76e8dce2fead0070645790fe8e9b4fc1
e50fe872474ac9120521b34709150add9cdb7c83
'2011-12-13T08:53:06-05:00'
describe
'5849604' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLV' 'sip-files00101.tif'
bdc1a6004d2695e83ab18ee9fdff7967
22703aea3902e8a92006579979b9e70bed6637c9
'2011-12-13T08:50:48-05:00'
describe
'1417' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLW' 'sip-files00101.txt'
e954e4e4026caa63975077f9c69937d8
d00dd8e1248cf2da7e90a73f872d8056eb33874a
describe
'61124' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLX' 'sip-files00101thm.jpg'
226bcb09f9228a035a43b69bc9ebae99
0d6d287fabcf744d894074f9235421dfb3a1f369
'2011-12-13T08:53:09-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLY' 'sip-files00102.jp2'
c002332cfc3e333a1033fc519fca1be9
e3ff89a484d3ac2e1c9abc0126f64f5a8c285fe2
describe
'549502' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJLZ' 'sip-files00102.jpg'
f2aae758dc9a1cd148b97af6d97cac08
e31dad743b0bb691ca4597acd2b1a04df44f2bf2
describe
'49346' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMA' 'sip-files00102.pro'
45e6d3a562051609122bcb3c4bfdd321
4fb077f2b22a1d1833acca26efa87af9d009583f
describe
'171975' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMB' 'sip-files00102.QC.jpg'
24af48ab7ba2406ac1d6d1e81d087f23
353f260ab1fba77d01fd8560112420d0de44be4b
describe
'5849388' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMC' 'sip-files00102.tif'
89480c46cfbe5779c6868eb82912dfb8
cf75bf596f7a805d1733aead01aae8e17d526689
'2011-12-13T08:54:17-05:00'
describe
'2030' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMD' 'sip-files00102.txt'
0af2295845e9c62d2fc72de6944a947b
7a9bfc24d92bd0141a9448a21b539027027cda8d
describe
Invalid character
'60327' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJME' 'sip-files00102thm.jpg'
d8073e10e5eb4b4bfa384ce669468ef0
f8d6167bc8c444f7c6d625e9356e43d1492e5653
describe
'728280' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMF' 'sip-files00103.jp2'
00d1fa0cff3afce364f91bdd5bd937a9
de41e3d4ab4958690a0cc3dd28eb5195e8edff1b
describe
'555637' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMG' 'sip-files00103.jpg'
fc3e3237cf60f3150267accd09d2267a
baf516d720fcd4250377bcd6337f0c6eb4faf665
describe
'52290' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMH' 'sip-files00103.pro'
e7f9e20895d4b240a945e8b23fdc494e
bae9ff3ffcdf10dc204ba855f56219e55d85d379
describe
'177540' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMI' 'sip-files00103.QC.jpg'
7f2837a523bebea4e2ac74a49385f024
67ba13ffa1b97f66d7627d86c9658d0c2367b2d6
'2011-12-13T08:55:07-05:00'
describe
'5849652' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMJ' 'sip-files00103.tif'
ea673eca35a421fc7d6951bc902131fd
f2b9012614520cf7efe20519d78376b495c3b491
describe
'2719' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMK' 'sip-files00103.txt'
82a322c60fce6fd73380d43cc5e8402c
da61931f7fa950485f9a9c8cd4cd49ac79a9b18b
describe
'61653' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJML' 'sip-files00103thm.jpg'
b345bd6ace7d42d610276f06a798fd75
a8e62d72c13d6467b11d305b3628ea4ef1dfb5f1
describe
'728167' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMM' 'sip-files00104.jp2'
64a18c75f96220ce337504002ba4341a
aa76cef36182b016981918c27adbc8f9c91fafdc
'2011-12-13T08:49:18-05:00'
describe
'580579' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMN' 'sip-files00104.jpg'
f516af49113487e7a75dc3c8b1716110
af504aff320b212d60d4d4243780b7a3f81552f5
'2011-12-13T08:50:02-05:00'
describe
'2515' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMO' 'sip-files00104.pro'
5fcba4adcd4d84ed44e43e7cf1a52de4
db89925846bff43128077170312f5b63b8467ed2
describe
'171257' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMP' 'sip-files00104.QC.jpg'
5890c2274916665d9e3dd240a15a42ad
bae3d6179067f0730ed0ab35c4ad177f013d8a3d
'2011-12-13T08:50:49-05:00'
describe
'5849724' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMQ' 'sip-files00104.tif'
fb77f5860f7f24a07957cfafa85f47e9
a38d8718d148e8b813452198812e9e11da3cb49d
describe
'169' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMR' 'sip-files00104.txt'
1762635be6d8e389f947592fa31811bc
97c2a633af31cddb8c2cebbecf823442773b7ac1
describe
Invalid character
'789522' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMS' 'sip-files00104a.jp2'
bc12d732292a1efa50e3492382833c99
58ce28c320a242751d7c71a83bd9165800d31ed3
describe
'117961' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMT' 'sip-files00104a.jpg'
5fdf039e1bb3add109f0904325b7de43
0091b7a45254f56272bb9e713ae3de513cec763e
describe
'57849' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMU' 'sip-files00104a.pro'
d369b0d6f500132aef10eb98ff3057be
bb2e7860265f8537f3e6adfbc5b227f50b6ddd87
describe
'31825' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMV' 'sip-files00104a.QC.jpg'
1fffc654da985c1efbdec3163e2602ee
d743818af16b40dff584f8721f54a965b3ba4b23
'2011-12-13T08:52:11-05:00'
describe
'6337848' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMW' 'sip-files00104a.tif'
a8dd4a6218e4828f35e0ac56f242b38a
dfbe39eb9b5f3afc168b782f691d4406ecebb031
describe
'2256' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMX' 'sip-files00104a.txt'
383c8963a74b65975e6b95852a7a39ad
e67142b8fe122152c335ada9c5572eb7c96db9c6
describe
'6963' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMY' 'sip-files00104athm.jpg'
13263556257a71f1da6e6285b5272c94
1010236b10216db9c59ad4c4e67b7a05896b5d6c
describe
'774180' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJMZ' 'sip-files00104b.jp2'
df43f408fb4a2fba39d492c4ef4a7544
d6f18e1a3f15c1c81e73103064fa34ad7925d51d
describe
'125369' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNA' 'sip-files00104b.jpg'
5078d4324800f1822f8adcd093730859
70085f2d5e7d1b141270ae21671c814cc113db35
describe
'62433' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNB' 'sip-files00104b.pro'
6d82764caf507f232b20bb3f4460cb42
3d70de5066293872aad01ad1da11045c7041734a
describe
'35642' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNC' 'sip-files00104b.QC.jpg'
708d8cced3a5f96690572f615613d124
28b07096da96e463aee0a01c4df6090a7c95e586
describe
'6215980' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJND' 'sip-files00104b.tif'
d90b1bb9ebd010e1b88b8afc12a91757
a5a4fc3fa61b2c750a5a1490c6d256d303d282dc
describe
'2532' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNE' 'sip-files00104b.txt'
5b6dfe9e9be8c41ff73c0dfe50afbbfd
706aa3bb0f4820dfc8a38e09bdf176e86a921d6f
describe
'8179' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNF' 'sip-files00104bthm.jpg'
08ddcfafab84a28dc22810945aee9e81
46ef78d6087c2cddb548edccfab737369e9661bb
describe
'60250' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNG' 'sip-files00104thm.jpg'
e1f6cfe72d242d1787453a33e449489c
3d85b7279da8d37c63766bf18f0ce9b42282aab3
describe
'749494' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNH' 'sip-files00105.jp2'
a4bc0d4891866ee655a8ff33e1540f07
e1f89f8753b1669710d11807621dd190e0160182
describe
'529745' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNI' 'sip-files00105.jpg'
187d2b4c16dbfdea81038ca715387aff
d6a25ee3d7c9927eb49d1f786af0505ebc68d058
describe
'61256' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNJ' 'sip-files00105.pro'
5692488a305b0e503cdbcd6b5c88c7b1
81b426645112956ec2d02bdd5f82aa4f20bc336b
describe
'168605' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNK' 'sip-files00105.QC.jpg'
6eb14d4d5fc3dbea2a9821ec1e41d825
faad8b5bd9d52f1b57d4db5ceaf218e6d9669a7d
describe
'6019036' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNL' 'sip-files00105.tif'
9bf12f1e3a4244e6a47e7b8d74321905
9f4d66f4cedf8e6e8ef97beaff19961a268bb7e5
describe
'2495' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNM' 'sip-files00105.txt'
dbc3d2531f250f2279f174ea6fe5f824
9b14954c97d89dd4ae527c98120771a9e0b042be
describe
'59352' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNN' 'sip-files00105thm.jpg'
02c5dcd790ad806882c487d215c62286
d8453d245fe1177fae3b89b12e313014854904e9
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNO' 'sip-files00106.jp2'
332aa4ac1a3de110e3d705e06e10b915
6463ad8f2b780d29e8a9276c0c7da51d256ef3d9
describe
'542554' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNP' 'sip-files00106.jpg'
a34a79ea457a355baf49b45ad29e4a6a
edd2e18211193ba9807d10affb94b96d60d818b2
describe
'53255' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNQ' 'sip-files00106.pro'
c7344d45eebce85537b3ed8d66cb6559
d853482cefb9e499b1b9b86873495ea2db9c9bb9
describe
'174411' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNR' 'sip-files00106.QC.jpg'
a5b1a4d656fd6247ca3da201e0a5e2b1
71b798c8db14e3de10fd874c06c6e01bb5cd1a99
'2011-12-13T08:49:55-05:00'
describe
'5849924' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNS' 'sip-files00106.tif'
a46a963e93878beecfaa6926ccb92ef6
345be9d581adbbb9fa6b60550a102d2cfc590c5b
'2011-12-13T08:54:52-05:00'
describe
'2280' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNT' 'sip-files00106.txt'
cbb619cbf052ce20c131339371dfb5df
f8ac9d60d900ef9bab07bc57ea82606aa8d4b4fc
describe
'62222' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNU' 'sip-files00106thm.jpg'
a52aecba1bf12440ede0d4d7ffd95e77
3b41e1d526de2cb4ef6d19a3cc4124c5f0af5c2f
describe
'727912' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNV' 'sip-files00107.jp2'
7716d1b37f3fb125f0e1a7c15e6a3b9d
b8bce1ee2a60437e7bce2b6b13c3ed4c49f6dd2e
describe
'572902' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNW' 'sip-files00107.jpg'
7b283dd38f67cb2d39754690c107633b
74160f69b9f7ea9b2ec60ab86d6d5b05c5687be2
'2011-12-13T08:51:15-05:00'
describe
'59743' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNX' 'sip-files00107.pro'
6f801f890fe3206fb4651dcd94af00f2
10dcb99ca57c8d0f7992570e783e4f9b3c0d1c83
describe
'182275' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNY' 'sip-files00107.QC.jpg'
f18528ac3a983d27c83aca4c0fd5d0e9
2862dace2e31a9bbc91691f3c44d9b492761d9c3
describe
'5846968' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJNZ' 'sip-files00107.tif'
5cae6d3e23f3c22dd3d0b471b2fa0b70
aed6064f6e8181291e6b82819c3bcf381794c2e4
'2011-12-13T08:50:43-05:00'
describe
'2448' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOA' 'sip-files00107.txt'
5e3a841b81d8268da1e58312906c514b
cf1065603235672260761cfb46125f051e7a0795
describe
Invalid character
'63325' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOB' 'sip-files00107thm.jpg'
ed58d8160d5667936a223e92bb1f9415
5e9501efc5edbe0b7098e5426609ed03baa9eb9f
describe
'728216' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOC' 'sip-files00108.jp2'
87b796ed0d165310ad6ea141a9254ea6
0d27cb94ab3696e1e0f919a19e57ccb2c1061016
describe
'649498' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOD' 'sip-files00108.jpg'
bab285e70949c38d75c9ea06e446b563
dc7c40725085fbbca70b4b0a106e1067ccebf672
'2011-12-13T08:54:15-05:00'
describe
'14902' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOE' 'sip-files00108.pro'
bd75d6208a50118cc8b56a84109b4c78
6e29c972c633bf63d36c2d68923e89e02f6215cf
describe
'186547' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOF' 'sip-files00108.QC.jpg'
0c31ee4d0e93e584dabe24ee38e781f5
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOG' 'sip-files00108.tif'
76208eaf03ce78b9cff40d4f921cbf95
15e366c7b9883947781e599b189b9ee58aa675f4
describe
'963' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOH' 'sip-files00108.txt'
65b38dbc8e6e27a58c50de22963ff032
6c126d180330d996251fdbc2dd056bcef38c7425
describe
Invalid character
'62722' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOI' 'sip-files00108thm.jpg'
d3619121ce52310e5cca413908115b06
de489ca08781ba8504b4560d21103b5a4fea3ee8
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOJ' 'sip-files00109.jp2'
2d44c332a98dabd93828177f4eb2be7c
e37c39dd64623f4bed6a4c2cf6554695bfb7907c
'2011-12-13T08:52:55-05:00'
describe
'561041' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOK' 'sip-files00109.jpg'
21399ce4e784f14ee0a6e92b6fa03f34
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describe
'56178' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOL' 'sip-files00109.pro'
03c02a7228f50cf7c4a63adea550e733
89ca56a2e00bc7033463260a290c3d9403deec7b
describe
'175094' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOM' 'sip-files00109.QC.jpg'
822da16ede14eeb70381df56665a6f84
4cd69c8588ba0bfbf1ffedb8828033735611393c
describe
'5849496' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJON' 'sip-files00109.tif'
f8e3d562dd714a131c0028a3bfe40d53
9b677b1344c9f1573ffbd83590f9e7731f18ecf3
'2011-12-13T08:54:13-05:00'
describe
'2335' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOO' 'sip-files00109.txt'
030ec0c03dc5aa835a1a74e3df75be62
b361c8e615ec2c61113c780cdb739942f1f8f033
describe
'60626' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOP' 'sip-files00109thm.jpg'
8f8aecfc2ce439b3c3ef9087ebf13097
0daa571c014bdabe5d47202801ee42f62f6bfb77
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOQ' 'sip-files00110.jp2'
3db565dd046a516c5727fb87b465d103
e04c4baab7c8204d07b7c6122214a6ceb5116c2b
describe
'350281' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOR' 'sip-files00110.jpg'
e50805727af6e2e480d94697a49586c5
52e182d85e4318bede1f077a7c0e58c0cc2b2059
describe
'47904' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOS' 'sip-files00110.pro'
6e4aea41a36e65b62cba90046641888a
925144173e529bf913864aea13f8854eb33d6937
describe
'126306' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOT' 'sip-files00110.QC.jpg'
4af71b54fc922e847f40d77e6ed974b7
d5b483f544ae76277519d187858293eaa03be3ca
describe
'5848552' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOU' 'sip-files00110.tif'
ca738802c3ba0b31d64b7af07ecbafdf
41a28a7757f7d72550e9b7c498befa21a5e7c5cb
describe
'2061' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOV' 'sip-files00110.txt'
9b9fa328d6d3427ee90f7fd166067da3
95b07f70e0f860c6c01739cb08b4bf5f01b59934
describe
'51190' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOW' 'sip-files00110thm.jpg'
ccde10f946dde008c2d3da69942997d1
bcb9e48a139af6cf5e2c928fd99f5bf5bbbf0529
describe
'728089' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOX' 'sip-files00111.jp2'
dd287071459d44b03f6fdf948a029108
8f9d510923ab041a6e0e930acf4afa424a72d826
describe
'471905' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOY' 'sip-files00111.jpg'
4b76df741cf5110f5ca79cdd820a7357
9e394ece5d75f4a392253a44636063e22d64a562
describe
'18038' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJOZ' 'sip-files00111.pro'
7b5609aee3512a4abd69a8f040ec454d
cb524f4455c9d05c9038cca197c8cc84903d78d8
describe
'151986' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPA' 'sip-files00111.QC.jpg'
7af2a65fb4d5c50e2ea29c0b4728ea19
beb7e04fe51800e345cfe5e061307030bbc33961
'2011-12-13T08:50:12-05:00'
describe
'5849008' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPB' 'sip-files00111.tif'
8c1eaccc1d41dda2a05ae3cb7bf38712
07ea6c95c358605c130133e0f559a7affe0ff11f
describe
'804' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPC' 'sip-files00111.txt'
3f5cbeb0fcb5823dfbaf73a7399a5574
97ff8209fc72d3dd06d59efbc2c79a1074132489
describe
'55592' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPD' 'sip-files00111thm.jpg'
283d3c8fd732079ebfe25eb6fdd3d08e
026dee765c6b44d39bf8cf202561132c5adfee52
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPE' 'sip-files00112.jp2'
1d0d8e61c38b830a68db8f19728df648
2780196e1461d5de11c430874367f7f455a570d6
describe
'355021' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPF' 'sip-files00112.jpg'
f567ba9f2f8a45263a391f9a7f5f3282
3aa4c14b87c73ec7fa6b33e4a00f7b89a9fdad1d
describe
'50137' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPG' 'sip-files00112.pro'
535947765e3c107f20c04ceb86aca166
d20912f7c7ba512d3edcf9356f2cd9b366d5c4ed
describe
'125223' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPH' 'sip-files00112.QC.jpg'
e1e97c0ea43fdf6fc93b4491f0e87aa6
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describe
'5848460' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPI' 'sip-files00112.tif'
1430568cb0de4fe87544d24e51d17e13
a1926274ad2cac3b8a2d34e93478156528a0aa57
describe
'2110' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPJ' 'sip-files00112.txt'
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84fea70d34a63cf9ab7d70f70599ca032addd5b3
describe
'50106' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPK' 'sip-files00112thm.jpg'
8f0cf52b3dd8dbfea6d9464e918ef8a3
8bcd82f9b727389eeda5e057263b33c60d37c62c
describe
'727967' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPL' 'sip-files00113.jp2'
958e7fb9dd413bbf60eff05a69e1c525
c00695820887264b9dad4763295d862403e0c25d
describe
'408927' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPM' 'sip-files00113.jpg'
3757f05767eacdd0b8762aac6339a68e
70fc35ae4ea0d511e63de193904cda88bf68e4e0
'2011-12-13T08:52:27-05:00'
describe
'66882' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPN' 'sip-files00113.pro'
3c471d2d422136b7a891c9c2009f0700
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describe
'139556' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPO' 'sip-files00113.QC.jpg'
bd6e841b6b2257d41eef9f3ef786f8b4
d0cf5d65ceee76386cbed93363538daccf98fa91
describe
'5845936' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPP' 'sip-files00113.tif'
2c940cd57285813bb85a22612b8c0375
71906d4e0894eeb43005e4b9403cb539fb14a741
describe
'2856' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPQ' 'sip-files00113.txt'
02d62ea2cedcc75d2021a0e47ade4ed0
ab8106ae3d338d4d1776c01078df4d63f3594a04
describe
'54695' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPR' 'sip-files00113thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPS' 'sip-files00114.jp2'
5e67f5376933fb85d504058a5348e4bb
913dc6320bf05280f521f9bdfcb709ec3fa087de
describe
'344618' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPT' 'sip-files00114.jpg'
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describe
'57400' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPU' 'sip-files00114.pro'
6da7f0a4ea40b99a0bc6fdf10b46bdf4
417a569d844acf16dae04a68731bfbe916167638
describe
'125902' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPV' 'sip-files00114.QC.jpg'
505a660c5ab63cc8a9848144a3ffb8c8
f4c069163f8a543e37c856a47b608aadd1c0143d
describe
'5848480' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPW' 'sip-files00114.tif'
191c3dbf33c77dd7e24468b479dcb3a8
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describe
'2443' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPX' 'sip-files00114.txt'
54ba1bef46bc3f23a50667f217600f29
d99a7fa0bc7eb446a55e60f0f850b36a263aed00
'2011-12-13T08:51:46-05:00'
describe
'51097' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPY' 'sip-files00114thm.jpg'
ebe64f1152aee5e5a1c0afc885461040
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describe
'727944' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJPZ' 'sip-files00115.jp2'
f1b75aa11eff0773dd3e5b285db32414
00c0207d25dfd280afcfb5c8a1177b7da78cce04
describe
'436897' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQA' 'sip-files00115.jpg'
99a349bd8f8a85c5ff93e283066965f4
5c796e0518d248c10f9848200ec0ee6ac6dc829d
'2011-12-13T08:50:58-05:00'
describe
'10068' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQB' 'sip-files00115.pro'
17e22d3afa7f221d3b83ad8c8f5e1b1c
bce57ac8c696443a5d642820fc5d2a08eea52d23
describe
'140749' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQC' 'sip-files00115.QC.jpg'
36081974edcae2cd394f351b8be293ec
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describe
'5846680' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQD' 'sip-files00115.tif'
666ad26cffc075294eb4f12cdcf362d9
77069ea9dfdb88b6ffe110a0fe54cb3f2d026836
describe
'504' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQE' 'sip-files00115.txt'
925f5839192cef9e61429945660085ba
871eb2d8563e3ac89068d1b1766cb114643d07ba
describe
Invalid character
'54469' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQF' 'sip-files00115thm.jpg'
e0cf4aac37efbd4660ee421161587a34
b7ae4079079454659bc4f9eef5e6f19784c8294e
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQG' 'sip-files00116.jp2'
69d4527d25bddedb9a27690155c8f9d3
52cc489c391bbf7f37c7b092ca6cc7b4f581eac7
describe
'413683' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQH' 'sip-files00116.jpg'
ff246494d78600ac82f0f0cc122164e8
476796f392ae225d05c80e875a906b4b2f13c7b7
describe
'58688' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQI' 'sip-files00116.pro'
813697d6aab737d8d07d19b51121e532
53eac6550bfe08c6fdaf3efa0a879a17cf34e88a
'2011-12-13T08:55:34-05:00'
describe
'144993' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQJ' 'sip-files00116.QC.jpg'
ca7308018fd656adc3f2e8b9e32c623d
a491f00bebfe13b90cdfbb4a72365eb05d167cb6
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQK' 'sip-files00116.tif'
1defe106f99251369aefeedf0f86622f
1537854104cee1b9e35ee802d26a61fdf525a2cd
describe
'2454' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQL' 'sip-files00116.txt'
0f3d3f0dd4931975611cabdf215bf8e7
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describe
'55588' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQM' 'sip-files00116thm.jpg'
bf43c9a650e3baea497724e733da4c7a
c369c3dae82f485c27f6090b995c510f8c477c14
'2011-12-13T08:52:04-05:00'
describe
'727965' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQN' 'sip-files00117.jp2'
3f4a8d975dc87542b58bb9a67ca807ca
11d5c3282bfd9a5daffb33d090413e2c5a7ef266
'2011-12-13T08:50:01-05:00'
describe
'460597' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQO' 'sip-files00117.jpg'
d6952f683de4e3d8fe5b912ec45247c4
e6d836fba0c61d9cefc96b68fa2fcbcca1aae76b
describe
'47307' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQP' 'sip-files00117.pro'
ab60fb8d393c3f41d6577b3ff1c10a5e
facb92b4e026f8eac1ebf729763f8ea4c318903f
describe
'158313' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQQ' 'sip-files00117.QC.jpg'
56b668b89ce8e6b1d14554d871e864fd
5dc494450309fa2b51069033a812e87594607dc8
describe
'5847636' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQR' 'sip-files00117.tif'
eca1457d4d80bfa686a75f51f1dd3aee
7c48f71aefdf19fc805904ea278ecbdcc9cc5469
'2011-12-13T08:55:09-05:00'
describe
'2070' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQS' 'sip-files00117.txt'
01441774604f02812cfe7780bd2c3f49
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describe
'59557' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQT' 'sip-files00117thm.jpg'
d1d3764748ab4ff4fc8f8ea7f0928b9d
e7ae5def7cae75ad0e8d34b4ec22de6342a70ed0
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQU' 'sip-files00118.jp2'
2a27f8de87cade4560f1a57f1bee9fa9
c4620a32e548b403e81a7e878ef56d0cd695802f
describe
'375295' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQV' 'sip-files00118.jpg'
7c23d9be7dc94a0ce848d586d2aa215e
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describe
'55934' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQW' 'sip-files00118.pro'
86a6b93a066c2dc74ffee2ac3513b782
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describe
'131086' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQX' 'sip-files00118.QC.jpg'
19761ac0f91b190bca5827ef91182766
2665e033ff33e78228839b602b17c091df88805e
describe
'5848412' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQY' 'sip-files00118.tif'
91421150a996bbb81c7794c9f0c53a71
fb49f463a02fe9f59d27d5eea74bc3d6f6fa9aeb
'2011-12-13T08:50:29-05:00'
describe
'2291' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJQZ' 'sip-files00118.txt'
f5c663be4df759591695bd577b67eec2
678a7d6a363c964f703c89d71684dde176c2146b
describe
Invalid character
'51621' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRA' 'sip-files00118thm.jpg'
c23bd443db0fb641ddcbd86adada1377
96d45b53ca0141dd426f8e6f341c34d871377c9e
describe
'728000' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRB' 'sip-files00119.jp2'
4436c5abb6c98fdb8afe461c3c427e2c
3eb9ad14a60a0a1052af007873085ad4906f5b1c
describe
'499023' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRC' 'sip-files00119.jpg'
a5a88aee172ddf3cb65991b47b53a25a
172111c01cf7bcfe6012b06832af9485c9515893
describe
'33758' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRD' 'sip-files00119.pro'
1aa9a01d38232bb7691583c1389d7235
3fd612b01be1a0d73788c4620c6c6c241be19d58
describe
'161919' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRE' 'sip-files00119.QC.jpg'
85ce2a8f6f4dacf934d571291050823c
f3782c0417c34999d15eeeb273c305010c2ac9fa
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRF' 'sip-files00119.tif'
97760ec8b1c301bbf423b4220c8dd5a0
55f901f9991ef29372249658d021813870c006dc
'2011-12-13T08:53:44-05:00'
describe
'1500' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRG' 'sip-files00119.txt'
5c412b134b88c47fba16408297d3f90d
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describe
'58136' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRH' 'sip-files00119thm.jpg'
36289750f6e766d0d54392821d17f543
ffb87517bbbaf75540d726941fd1b82a75c43fa6
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRI' 'sip-files00120.jp2'
aa8fbc536b458924b62d5e7572ad38db
d53c099b59cd2c5eb2c6c54cfa8c97ed9c595aa5
describe
'444121' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRJ' 'sip-files00120.jpg'
4978bfe313662497574cc61caf43de4e
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describe
'65298' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRK' 'sip-files00120.pro'
5bac39cd1680d4b61d3da84c88e6c1cc
d66430342e55c9b2ee7b655a04ad4418418de098
describe
'153934' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRL' 'sip-files00120.QC.jpg'
54fb815a62df330208f1b698067af01b
8707ae2f35112942bd36d6894fa7627fe9a0d5eb
'2011-12-13T08:52:19-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRM' 'sip-files00120.tif'
8cb2e45558974cdb44c872f0dbb301be
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describe
'2579' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRN' 'sip-files00120.txt'
c0f46349278fc2e560a907a165452c0d
714dd671b656eb13b21968fb5cf3030aded0b2c9
describe
'56854' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRO' 'sip-files00120thm.jpg'
ce169f2a3515bac86901258910b9e59c
3798f53eb90088948fc6d51c3ac01b4938157a59
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRP' 'sip-files00121.jp2'
908373e17817504f99781c42b546c596
740c9b1c833b752e7c8656291cbb17034e88344d
'2011-12-13T08:54:40-05:00'
describe
'421412' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRQ' 'sip-files00121.jpg'
e77065e9b3a2ed5c49ce05aa6846e859
c48a43d54e86f0d9a4d3119a728de589bbaf9dcb
describe
'45506' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRR' 'sip-files00121.pro'
1bfb3d386191fa9a71193cb7aee264b1
c08ea774c96a94763427e6ed75f5636147270585
describe
'138226' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRS' 'sip-files00121.QC.jpg'
8edd20b3bf937130ca5e439f04fae7c8
9915d84ea29bac06d2c92139b21c0f85bfca0bee
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRT' 'sip-files00121.tif'
3715bd42e812cad68b515fbafb227cc7
f85ea53936f36aa28d4394187953befda8854558
describe
'1897' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRU' 'sip-files00121.txt'
31612b95e77bd65936cae86a3dc3884c
b7ac66791b44e7af7c8928577e8160dc0a0c2072
describe
'53239' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRV' 'sip-files00121thm.jpg'
3299c9a9892426b292f3b198018f4eef
435bad656b95caf1592285d0017838a2d6894ccf
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRW' 'sip-files00122.jp2'
2fd9b714df6ca0e639453f7bdd019bbb
1082718f2521271834a43165d64e7aa1ff5f844d
describe
'393069' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRX' 'sip-files00122.jpg'
07d4c516f716c8f0db9a83c2818f834e
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describe
'58557' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRY' 'sip-files00122.pro'
68afec9c44e3fb1e0dabbaf688216fb3
0054041be6309544e3eed87b4c2216ee44cac3f5
describe
'137489' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJRZ' 'sip-files00122.QC.jpg'
af68480997c77dba9e572537d75e8e37
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describe
'5848808' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSA' 'sip-files00122.tif'
e1f59a8942721a6eb1e126948dd1ec2b
4a9f10d6fcd48f4f8462a4378e7f1182068bee9c
'2011-12-13T08:52:53-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSB' 'sip-files00122.txt'
c89fdaee3d906ea57232528412f990fa
947d923d07197b51345ab0f2989109b6990e5cef
describe
Invalid character
'53751' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSC' 'sip-files00122thm.jpg'
89463f235f510fcdc7e57394f852d9e1
a7059c63663e5bc2d19b85682acf9e7b97855abb
describe
'727946' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSD' 'sip-files00123.jp2'
c0c72496d066c9d2a2f867c9424e1a17
c07a2a9e47ec3d43a60789f907a5a4727131a642
describe
'451353' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSE' 'sip-files00123.jpg'
014a9d086028e93dd0e23cf12d310f03
99e8a73c4cad8bfcb1a69470959cc82b0a2bcadd
describe
'64373' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSF' 'sip-files00123.pro'
e65b60f15b5ea55f17c5d85012cd19e3
bd30d0c2686dd20880d044411898db380f8a09c8
describe
'153539' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSG' 'sip-files00123.QC.jpg'
1f13df6c676899f55847df8fa847873c
a62fd5f350bd47f5f61aba57a8d25316f1e00558
describe
'5846652' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSH' 'sip-files00123.tif'
0bdefc43aae1f9f7f1b4913732d682e5
600b4863132cd5951bb60896dbc34040d0e0e4ca
'2011-12-13T08:53:53-05:00'
describe
'2633' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSI' 'sip-files00123.txt'
f51796d28e086533f7f284c8920f5ffe
bdf6b9bfab26e77fae9e1e39344315421da6369b
describe
'56745' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSJ' 'sip-files00123thm.jpg'
9d11f46fa37ce506ef48831d28f32ec6
5713a166c0b7dc3d969af0026731f7df39e7d0ff
'2011-12-13T08:55:43-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSK' 'sip-files00124.jp2'
4dd76d20f87a8b6a9276589e33fd2153
ae661059682bd5f4193948084a280048b08a55a5
describe
'512593' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSL' 'sip-files00124.jpg'
9575e83a73166932e9871624730fe2b2
2d92297ffcf90590f32b86fa0dd2ac9183e37bd6
describe
'3140' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSM' 'sip-files00124.pro'
46446ea906c7c2da1472828b0e1c5dfd
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describe
'151431' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSN' 'sip-files00124.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSO' 'sip-files00124.tif'
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describe
'256' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSP' 'sip-files00124.txt'
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describe
Invalid character
'54239' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSQ' 'sip-files00124thm.jpg'
ed85965c7f875e2d51875fedf0ed42e5
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSR' 'sip-files00125.jp2'
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describe
'551121' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSS' 'sip-files00125.jpg'
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describe
'38203' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJST' 'sip-files00125.pro'
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describe
'170889' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSU' 'sip-files00125.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5846876' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSV' 'sip-files00125.tif'
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describe
'1497' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSW' 'sip-files00125.txt'
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describe
'61469' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSX' 'sip-files00125thm.jpg'
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describe
'728292' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSY' 'sip-files00126.jp2'
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describe
'398988' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJSZ' 'sip-files00126.jpg'
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'2011-12-13T08:52:10-05:00'
describe
'56391' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTA' 'sip-files00126.pro'
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describe
'141381' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTB' 'sip-files00126.QC.jpg'
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'2011-12-13T08:54:22-05:00'
describe
'5848824' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTC' 'sip-files00126.tif'
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describe
'2322' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTD' 'sip-files00126.txt'
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describe
Invalid character
'53195' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTE' 'sip-files00126thm.jpg'
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describe
'727966' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTF' 'sip-files00127.jp2'
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describe
'431841' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTG' 'sip-files00127.jpg'
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describe
'71629' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTH' 'sip-files00127.pro'
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'2011-12-13T08:54:33-05:00'
describe
'149526' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTI' 'sip-files00127.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5846216' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTJ' 'sip-files00127.tif'
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'2011-12-13T08:52:21-05:00'
describe
'3020' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTK' 'sip-files00127.txt'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTL' 'sip-files00127thm.jpg'
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describe
'728018' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTM' 'sip-files00128.jp2'
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describe
'506323' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTN' 'sip-files00128.jpg'
b209d5d7f4a1de1c2d1d71a5d9771ca2
e2248a651da6a8036d1f9e7a4b5c14b7ed1a7cac
'2011-12-13T08:49:51-05:00'
describe
'23282' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTO' 'sip-files00128.pro'
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describe
'159861' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTP' 'sip-files00128.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5849940' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTQ' 'sip-files00128.tif'
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'2011-12-13T08:55:44-05:00'
describe
'1025' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTR' 'sip-files00128.txt'
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describe
'59105' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTS' 'sip-files00128thm.jpg'
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describe
'728267' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTT' 'sip-files00129.jp2'
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describe
'503385' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTU' 'sip-files00129.jpg'
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describe
'74153' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTV' 'sip-files00129.pro'
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describe
'166512' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTW' 'sip-files00129.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5849332' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTX' 'sip-files00129.tif'
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describe
'2889' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTY' 'sip-files00129.txt'
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describe
'57675' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJTZ' 'sip-files00129thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUA' 'sip-files00130.jp2'
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describe
'421792' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUB' 'sip-files00130.jpg'
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describe
'56459' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUC' 'sip-files00130.pro'
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describe
'146802' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUD' 'sip-files00130.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5849184' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUE' 'sip-files00130.tif'
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describe
'2353' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUF' 'sip-files00130.txt'
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describe
Invalid character
'56268' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUG' 'sip-files00130thm.jpg'
0abcad8e11d6d8a7a2e2fcee1b262f42
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describe
'728254' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUH' 'sip-files00131.jp2'
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describe
'482480' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUI' 'sip-files00131.jpg'
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describe
'1785' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUJ' 'sip-files00131.pro'
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'2011-12-13T08:50:57-05:00'
describe
'145424' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUK' 'sip-files00131.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5848928' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUL' 'sip-files00131.tif'
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describe
'112' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUM' 'sip-files00131.txt'
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'2011-12-13T08:51:47-05:00'
describe
'53382' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUN' 'sip-files00131thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUO' 'sip-files00132.jp2'
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describe
'428405' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUP' 'sip-files00132.jpg'
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describe
'62942' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUQ' 'sip-files00132.pro'
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describe
'148432' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUR' 'sip-files00132.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5849152' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUS' 'sip-files00132.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUT' 'sip-files00132.txt'
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describe
'56271' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUU' 'sip-files00132thm.jpg'
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describe
'727932' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUV' 'sip-files00133.jp2'
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describe
'318458' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUW' 'sip-files00133.jpg'
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describe
'25724' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUX' 'sip-files00133.pro'
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describe
'111099' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUY' 'sip-files00133.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5844772' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJUZ' 'sip-files00133.tif'
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describe
'1024' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVA' 'sip-files00133.txt'
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describe
'45274' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVB' 'sip-files00133thm.jpg'
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describe
'728312' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVC' 'sip-files00134.jp2'
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describe
'418263' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVD' 'sip-files00134.jpg'
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describe
'60550' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVE' 'sip-files00134.pro'
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describe
'149912' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVF' 'sip-files00134.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5849120' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVG' 'sip-files00134.tif'
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describe
'2502' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVH' 'sip-files00134.txt'
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'2011-12-13T08:49:47-05:00'
describe
'56635' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVI' 'sip-files00134thm.jpg'
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describe
'727880' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVJ' 'sip-files00135.jp2'
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describe
'426900' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVK' 'sip-files00135.jpg'
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describe
'1040' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVL' 'sip-files00135.pro'
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describe
'132387' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVM' 'sip-files00135.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5846112' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVN' 'sip-files00135.tif'
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describe
'184' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVO' 'sip-files00135.txt'
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describe
'50508' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVP' 'sip-files00135thm.jpg'
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describe
'728284' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVQ' 'sip-files00136.jp2'
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describe
'341552' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVR' 'sip-files00136.jpg'
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describe
'51192' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVS' 'sip-files00136.pro'
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describe
'122243' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVT' 'sip-files00136.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5847992' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVU' 'sip-files00136.tif'
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describe
'2137' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVV' 'sip-files00136.txt'
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describe
'48313' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVW' 'sip-files00136thm.jpg'
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describe
'728295' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVX' 'sip-files00137.jp2'
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describe
'442660' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVY' 'sip-files00137.jpg'
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describe
'27604' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJVZ' 'sip-files00137.pro'
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describe
'143733' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWA' 'sip-files00137.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5849048' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWB' 'sip-files00137.tif'
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describe
'1205' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWC' 'sip-files00137.txt'
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describe
'53769' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWD' 'sip-files00137thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWE' 'sip-files00138.jp2'
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describe
'386534' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWF' 'sip-files00138.jpg'
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describe
'55329' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWG' 'sip-files00138.pro'
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describe
'136066' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWH' 'sip-files00138.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5848648' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWI' 'sip-files00138.tif'
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describe
'2455' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWJ' 'sip-files00138.txt'
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describe
'52298' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWK' 'sip-files00138thm.jpg'
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describe
'727922' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWL' 'sip-files00139.jp2'
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describe
'477018' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWM' 'sip-files00139.jpg'
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describe
'26153' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWN' 'sip-files00139.pro'
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describe
'151691' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWO' 'sip-files00139.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5846436' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWP' 'sip-files00139.tif'
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'2011-12-13T08:55:51-05:00'
describe
'1223' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWQ' 'sip-files00139.txt'
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describe
'55977' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWR' 'sip-files00139thm.jpg'
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describe
'728274' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWS' 'sip-files00140.jp2'
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describe
'490491' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWT' 'sip-files00140.jpg'
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describe
'70373' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWU' 'sip-files00140.pro'
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describe
'164520' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWV' 'sip-files00140.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5849588' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWW' 'sip-files00140.tif'
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describe
'2794' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWX' 'sip-files00140.txt'
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describe
'58974' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWY' 'sip-files00140thm.jpg'
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describe
'728249' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJWZ' 'sip-files00141.jp2'
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describe
'586970' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXA' 'sip-files00141.jpg'
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describe
'9182' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXB' 'sip-files00141.pro'
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describe
'172601' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXC' 'sip-files00141.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5849984' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXD' 'sip-files00141.tif'
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describe
'511' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXE' 'sip-files00141.txt'
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describe
Invalid character
'59920' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXF' 'sip-files00141thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXG' 'sip-files00142.jp2'
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describe
'586929' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXH' 'sip-files00142.jpg'
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'2011-12-13T08:52:06-05:00'
describe
'71694' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXI' 'sip-files00142.pro'
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describe
'182317' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXJ' 'sip-files00142.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXK' 'sip-files00142.tif'
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'2011-12-13T08:55:56-05:00'
describe
'2823' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXL' 'sip-files00142.txt'
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describe
'61484' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXM' 'sip-files00142thm.jpg'
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describe
'727869' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXN' 'sip-files00143.jp2'
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describe
'499297' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXO' 'sip-files00143.jpg'
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'2011-12-13T08:55:38-05:00'
describe
'49238' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXP' 'sip-files00143.pro'
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describe
'154342' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXQ' 'sip-files00143.QC.jpg'
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'2011-12-13T08:50:32-05:00'
describe
'5845144' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXR' 'sip-files00143.tif'
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describe
'2048' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXS' 'sip-files00143.txt'
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describe
'55237' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXT' 'sip-files00143thm.jpg'
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describe
'732479' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXU' 'sip-files00144.jp2'
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describe
'551868' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXV' 'sip-files00144.jpg'
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describe
'23131' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXW' 'sip-files00144.pro'
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describe
'168395' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXX' 'sip-files00144.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5883424' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXY' 'sip-files00144.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJXZ' 'sip-files00144.txt'
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describe
'59570' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYA' 'sip-files00144thm.jpg'
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describe
'740683' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYB' 'sip-files00145.jp2'
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describe
'527008' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYC' 'sip-files00145.jpg'
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describe
'32650' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYD' 'sip-files00145.pro'
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describe
'165895' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYE' 'sip-files00145.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5948452' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYF' 'sip-files00145.tif'
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describe
'1519' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYG' 'sip-files00145.txt'
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describe
'60015' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYH' 'sip-files00145thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYI' 'sip-files00146.jp2'
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describe
'571252' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYJ' 'sip-files00146.jpg'
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describe
'50968' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYK' 'sip-files00146.pro'
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describe
'180988' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYL' 'sip-files00146.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5850124' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYM' 'sip-files00146.tif'
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describe
'2041' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYN' 'sip-files00146.txt'
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describe
'62950' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYO' 'sip-files00146thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYP' 'sip-files00147.jp2'
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describe
'457210' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYQ' 'sip-files00147.jpg'
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describe
'27919' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYR' 'sip-files00147.pro'
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describe
'143525' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYS' 'sip-files00147.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5845012' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYT' 'sip-files00147.tif'
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describe
'1649' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYU' 'sip-files00147.txt'
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describe
'52623' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYV' 'sip-files00147thm.jpg'
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describe
'728268' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYW' 'sip-files00148.jp2'
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describe
'593575' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYX' 'sip-files00148.jpg'
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describe
'69993' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYY' 'sip-files00148.pro'
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describe
'185049' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJYZ' 'sip-files00148.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5849408' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZA' 'sip-files00148.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZB' 'sip-files00148.txt'
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describe
'62741' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZC' 'sip-files00148thm.jpg'
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describe
'727904' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZD' 'sip-files00149.jp2'
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describe
'638611' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZE' 'sip-files00149.jpg'
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describe
'43853' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZF' 'sip-files00149.pro'
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describe
'191982' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZG' 'sip-files00149.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5846776' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZH' 'sip-files00149.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZI' 'sip-files00149.txt'
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describe
'64241' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZJ' 'sip-files00149thm.jpg'
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describe
'728285' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZK' 'sip-files00150.jp2'
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describe
'616114' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZL' 'sip-files00150.jpg'
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describe
'77902' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZM' 'sip-files00150.pro'
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describe
'189489' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZN' 'sip-files00150.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZO' 'sip-files00150.tif'
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describe
'3031' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZP' 'sip-files00150.txt'
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describe
'63354' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZQ' 'sip-files00150thm.jpg'
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describe
'727949' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZR' 'sip-files00151.jp2'
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describe
'589283' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZS' 'sip-files00151.jpg'
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describe
'63191' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZT' 'sip-files00151.pro'
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describe
'181935' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZU' 'sip-files00151.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5846404' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZV' 'sip-files00151.tif'
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describe
'2490' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZW' 'sip-files00151.txt'
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describe
Invalid character
'61782' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZX' 'sip-files00151thm.jpg'
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describe
'762129' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZY' 'sip-files00152.jp2'
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describe
'661561' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABJZZ' 'sip-files00152.jpg'
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describe
'1055' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAA' 'sip-files00152.pro'
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describe
'193260' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAB' 'sip-files00152.QC.jpg'
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describe
'6122184' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAC' 'sip-files00152.tif'
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describe
'200' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAD' 'sip-files00152.txt'
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describe
'65140' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAE' 'sip-files00152thm.jpg'
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describe
'727799' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAF' 'sip-files00153.jp2'
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describe
'580624' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAG' 'sip-files00153.jpg'
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describe
'63218' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAH' 'sip-files00153.pro'
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describe
'183352' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAI' 'sip-files00153.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5846928' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAJ' 'sip-files00153.tif'
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describe
'2572' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAK' 'sip-files00153.txt'
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describe
'62424' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAL' 'sip-files00153thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAM' 'sip-files00154.jp2'
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describe
'500808' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAN' 'sip-files00154.jpg'
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describe
'35556' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAO' 'sip-files00154.pro'
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describe
'154910' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAP' 'sip-files00154.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5848496' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAQ' 'sip-files00154.tif'
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describe
'1669' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAR' 'sip-files00154.txt'
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describe
'55543' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAS' 'sip-files00154thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAT' 'sip-files00155.jp2'
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describe
'480244' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAU' 'sip-files00155.jpg'
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describe
'42537' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAV' 'sip-files00155.pro'
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describe
'149667' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAW' 'sip-files00155.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5844876' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAX' 'sip-files00155.tif'
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describe
'1852' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAY' 'sip-files00155.txt'
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describe
'53466' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKAZ' 'sip-files00155thm.jpg'
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describe
'745286' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBA' 'sip-files00156.jp2'
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describe
'586878' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBB' 'sip-files00156.jpg'
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describe
'69864' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBC' 'sip-files00156.pro'
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describe
'182969' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBD' 'sip-files00156.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5985552' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBE' 'sip-files00156.tif'
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describe
'2804' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBF' 'sip-files00156.txt'
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describe
'62315' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBG' 'sip-files00156thm.jpg'
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describe
'740587' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBH' 'sip-files00157.jp2'
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describe
'648137' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBI' 'sip-files00157.jpg'
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describe
'4506' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBJ' 'sip-files00157.pro'
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describe
'185187' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBK' 'sip-files00157.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5948336' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBL' 'sip-files00157.tif'
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describe
'277' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBM' 'sip-files00157.txt'
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describe
Invalid character
'62854' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBN' 'sip-files00157thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBO' 'sip-files00158.jp2'
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describe
'531197' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBP' 'sip-files00158.jpg'
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describe
'60103' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBQ' 'sip-files00158.pro'
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describe
'166610' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBR' 'sip-files00158.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBS' 'sip-files00158.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBT' 'sip-files00158.txt'
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describe
'60133' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBU' 'sip-files00158thm.jpg'
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describe
'727957' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBV' 'sip-files00159.jp2'
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describe
'555635' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBW' 'sip-files00159.jpg'
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describe
'58500' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBX' 'sip-files00159.pro'
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describe
'177687' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBY' 'sip-files00159.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5846784' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKBZ' 'sip-files00159.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCA' 'sip-files00159.txt'
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describe
'62300' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCB' 'sip-files00159thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCC' 'sip-files00160.jp2'
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describe
'452997' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCD' 'sip-files00160.jpg'
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describe
'503' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCE' 'sip-files00160.pro'
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describe
'154363' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCF' 'sip-files00160.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5850648' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCG' 'sip-files00160.tif'
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describe
'47' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCH' 'sip-files00160.txt'
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describe
'61320' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCI' 'sip-files00160thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCJ' 'sip-files00161.jp2'
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describe
'552602' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCK' 'sip-files00161.jpg'
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describe
'61153' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCL' 'sip-files00161.pro'
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describe
'173347' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCM' 'sip-files00161.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5846512' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCN' 'sip-files00161.tif'
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describe
'2436' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCO' 'sip-files00161.txt'
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describe
'59888' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCP' 'sip-files00161thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCQ' 'sip-files00162.jp2'
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describe
'569101' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCR' 'sip-files00162.jpg'
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describe
'67702' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCS' 'sip-files00162.pro'
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describe
'178520' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCT' 'sip-files00162.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5849300' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCU' 'sip-files00162.tif'
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describe
'2688' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCV' 'sip-files00162.txt'
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describe
'61400' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCW' 'sip-files00162thm.jpg'
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describe
'727962' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCX' 'sip-files00163.jp2'
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describe
'452409' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCY' 'sip-files00163.jpg'
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describe
'1107' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKCZ' 'sip-files00163.pro'
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describe
'151460' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDA' 'sip-files00163.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5847932' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDB' 'sip-files00163.tif'
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describe
'101' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDC' 'sip-files00163.txt'
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describe
'60498' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDD' 'sip-files00163thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDE' 'sip-files00164.jp2'
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describe
'550432' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDF' 'sip-files00164.jpg'
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describe
'64530' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDG' 'sip-files00164.pro'
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describe
'176363' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDH' 'sip-files00164.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5849200' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDI' 'sip-files00164.tif'
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describe
'2574' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDJ' 'sip-files00164.txt'
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describe
'61614' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDK' 'sip-files00164thm.jpg'
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describe
'765632' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDL' 'sip-files00165.jp2'
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describe
'426614' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDM' 'sip-files00165.jpg'
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describe
'520' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDN' 'sip-files00165.pro'
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describe
'140834' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDO' 'sip-files00165.QC.jpg'
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describe
'6148376' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDP' 'sip-files00165.tif'
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describe
'84' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDQ' 'sip-files00165.txt'
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describe
'55780' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDR' 'sip-files00165thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDS' 'sip-files00166.jp2'
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describe
'523803' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDT' 'sip-files00166.jpg'
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describe
'57304' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDU' 'sip-files00166.pro'
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describe
'167028' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDV' 'sip-files00166.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5848340' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDW' 'sip-files00166.tif'
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describe
'2250' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDX' 'sip-files00166.txt'
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describe
'58366' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDY' 'sip-files00166thm.jpg'
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describe
'727738' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKDZ' 'sip-files00167.jp2'
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describe
'574203' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEA' 'sip-files00167.jpg'
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describe
'62835' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEB' 'sip-files00167.pro'
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describe
'181599' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEC' 'sip-files00167.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5846508' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKED' 'sip-files00167.tif'
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describe
'2665' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEE' 'sip-files00167.txt'
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describe
'62513' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEF' 'sip-files00167thm.jpg'
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describe
'728207' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEG' 'sip-files00168.jp2'
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describe
'524301' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEH' 'sip-files00168.jpg'
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describe
'1278' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEI' 'sip-files00168.pro'
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describe
'155947' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEJ' 'sip-files00168.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5848720' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEK' 'sip-files00168.tif'
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describe
'91' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEL' 'sip-files00168.txt'
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describe
'55981' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEM' 'sip-files00168thm.jpg'
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describe
'727910' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEN' 'sip-files00169.jp2'
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describe
'574732' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEO' 'sip-files00169.jpg'
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describe
'69479' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEP' 'sip-files00169.pro'
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describe
'181153' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEQ' 'sip-files00169.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5846380' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKER' 'sip-files00169.tif'
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describe
'2809' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKES' 'sip-files00169.txt'
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describe
'61337' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKET' 'sip-files00169thm.jpg'
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describe
'747110' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEU' 'sip-files00170.jp2'
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describe
'600129' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEV' 'sip-files00170.jpg'
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describe
'28716' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEW' 'sip-files00170.pro'
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describe
'182428' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEX' 'sip-files00170.QC.jpg'
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describe
'6002852' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEY' 'sip-files00170.tif'
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describe
'2814' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKEZ' 'sip-files00170.txt'
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describe
'62589' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFA' 'sip-files00170thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFB' 'sip-files00171.jp2'
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describe
'532774' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFC' 'sip-files00171.jpg'
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describe
'54668' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFD' 'sip-files00171.pro'
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describe
'168535' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFE' 'sip-files00171.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5846060' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFF' 'sip-files00171.tif'
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describe
'2374' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFG' 'sip-files00171.txt'
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describe
'58897' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFH' 'sip-files00171thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFI' 'sip-files00172.jp2'
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describe
'500851' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFJ' 'sip-files00172.jpg'
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describe
'48825' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFK' 'sip-files00172.pro'
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describe
'159002' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFL' 'sip-files00172.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFM' 'sip-files00172.tif'
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describe
'2259' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFN' 'sip-files00172.txt'
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describe
'55919' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFO' 'sip-files00172thm.jpg'
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describe
'727887' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFP' 'sip-files00173.jp2'
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describe
'573333' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFQ' 'sip-files00173.jpg'
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describe
'31741' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFR' 'sip-files00173.pro'
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describe
'174986' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFS' 'sip-files00173.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5846288' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFT' 'sip-files00173.tif'
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describe
'1251' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFU' 'sip-files00173.txt'
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describe
'59848' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFV' 'sip-files00173thm.jpg'
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describe
'728259' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFW' 'sip-files00174.jp2'
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describe
'574385' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFX' 'sip-files00174.jpg'
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describe
'67717' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFY' 'sip-files00174.pro'
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describe
'181402' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKFZ' 'sip-files00174.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5849568' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGA' 'sip-files00174.tif'
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describe
'2732' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGB' 'sip-files00174.txt'
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describe
'62834' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGC' 'sip-files00174thm.jpg'
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describe
'727943' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGD' 'sip-files00175.jp2'
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describe
'494662' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGE' 'sip-files00175.jpg'
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describe
'50713' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGF' 'sip-files00175.pro'
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describe
'156968' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGG' 'sip-files00175.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5845420' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGH' 'sip-files00175.tif'
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describe
'2197' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGI' 'sip-files00175.txt'
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describe
'56212' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGJ' 'sip-files00175thm.jpg'
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describe
'747137' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGK' 'sip-files00176.jp2'
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describe
'613251' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGL' 'sip-files00176.jpg'
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describe
'18981' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGM' 'sip-files00176.pro'
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describe
'182468' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGN' 'sip-files00176.QC.jpg'
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describe
'6002608' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGO' 'sip-files00176.tif'
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describe
'837' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGP' 'sip-files00176.txt'
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describe
'61974' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGQ' 'sip-files00176thm.jpg'
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describe
'727927' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGR' 'sip-files00177.jp2'
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describe
'569250' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGS' 'sip-files00177.jpg'
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describe
'67657' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGT' 'sip-files00177.pro'
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describe
'176112' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGU' 'sip-files00177.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5845772' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGV' 'sip-files00177.tif'
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describe
'2658' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGW' 'sip-files00177.txt'
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describe
'59556' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGX' 'sip-files00177thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGY' 'sip-files00178.jp2'
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describe
'570049' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKGZ' 'sip-files00178.jpg'
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describe
'65061' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHA' 'sip-files00178.pro'
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describe
'179856' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHB' 'sip-files00178.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5849320' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHC' 'sip-files00178.tif'
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describe
'2669' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHD' 'sip-files00178.txt'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHE' 'sip-files00178thm.jpg'
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describe
'727779' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHF' 'sip-files00179.jp2'
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describe
'580524' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHG' 'sip-files00179.jpg'
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describe
'10246' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHH' 'sip-files00179.pro'
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describe
'170925' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHI' 'sip-files00179.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5845388' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHJ' 'sip-files00179.tif'
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describe
'395' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHK' 'sip-files00179.txt'
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describe
'58841' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHL' 'sip-files00179thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHM' 'sip-files00180.jp2'
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describe
'539245' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHN' 'sip-files00180.jpg'
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describe
'58760' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHO' 'sip-files00180.pro'
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describe
'172038' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHP' 'sip-files00180.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5849044' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHQ' 'sip-files00180.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHR' 'sip-files00180.txt'
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describe
'60510' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHS' 'sip-files00180thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHT' 'sip-files00181.jp2'
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describe
'576358' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHU' 'sip-files00181.jpg'
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describe
'45997' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHV' 'sip-files00181.pro'
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describe
'177734' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHW' 'sip-files00181.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5849360' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHX' 'sip-files00181.tif'
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describe
'2025' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHY' 'sip-files00181.txt'
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describe
Invalid character
'60720' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKHZ' 'sip-files00181thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIA' 'sip-files00182.jp2'
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describe
'545464' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIB' 'sip-files00182.jpg'
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describe
'64853' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIC' 'sip-files00182.pro'
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describe
'171287' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKID' 'sip-files00182.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5848804' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIE' 'sip-files00182.tif'
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describe
'2593' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIF' 'sip-files00182.txt'
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describe
'59917' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIG' 'sip-files00182thm.jpg'
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describe
'727879' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIH' 'sip-files00183.jp2'
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describe
'573723' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKII' 'sip-files00183.jpg'
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describe
'69575' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIJ' 'sip-files00183.pro'
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describe
'178139' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIK' 'sip-files00183.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5846148' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIL' 'sip-files00183.tif'
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describe
'2765' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIM' 'sip-files00183.txt'
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describe
'61411' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIN' 'sip-files00183thm.jpg'
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describe
'728071' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIO' 'sip-files00184.jp2'
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describe
'512707' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIP' 'sip-files00184.jpg'
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describe
'55583' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIQ' 'sip-files00184.pro'
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describe
'163491' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIR' 'sip-files00184.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5848672' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIS' 'sip-files00184.tif'
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describe
'2433' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIT' 'sip-files00184.txt'
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describe
'58332' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIU' 'sip-files00184thm.jpg'
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describe
'727953' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIV' 'sip-files00185.jp2'
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describe
'556381' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIW' 'sip-files00185.jpg'
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describe
'40500' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIX' 'sip-files00185.pro'
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describe
'176648' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIY' 'sip-files00185.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5847240' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKIZ' 'sip-files00185.tif'
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describe
'1692' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJA' 'sip-files00185.txt'
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describe
'63331' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJB' 'sip-files00185thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJC' 'sip-files00186.jp2'
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describe
'525634' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJD' 'sip-files00186.jpg'
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describe
'31342' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJE' 'sip-files00186.pro'
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describe
'162785' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJF' 'sip-files00186.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5848872' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJG' 'sip-files00186.tif'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJH' 'sip-files00186.txt'
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describe
'57801' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJI' 'sip-files00186thm.jpg'
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describe
'727952' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJJ' 'sip-files00187.jp2'
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describe
'569058' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJK' 'sip-files00187.jpg'
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describe
'51826' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJL' 'sip-files00187.pro'
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describe
'177109' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJM' 'sip-files00187.QC.jpg'
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describe
'5846888' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJN' 'sip-files00187.tif'
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describe
'2202' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJO' 'sip-files00187.txt'
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describe
'62668' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJP' 'sip-files00187thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJQ' 'sip-files00188.jp2'
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describe
'557760' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJR' 'sip-files00188.jpg'
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describe
'63231' 'info:fdaE20080515_AAAAFLfileF20080518_AABKJS' 'sip-files00188.pro'
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LITTLE boy had sought the
pump,
From which the sparkling
water bursts,
And drank with eager joy
that draught
That kindly quenched his raging thirst.
Then gracefully he touched his cap—
“T thank you, Mr. Pump,” he said,
“For this nice drink you’ve given me!’
(This little boy has been well-bred.)



Then said the Pump: “My little man,
You're welcome to what I have done;

But I am not the one to thank—
I only help the water run.” .

“Oh, then,” the little fellow said, ©
(Polite he always meant to be)

“Cold water, please accept my thanks;
You have been very kind to me.”

“Ah!” said Cold Water, “don’t thank me;
Far up the hillside lives the Spring
That sends me forth with generous hand
To gladden every living thing.”
“Tl thank thee, Spring, then,” said the
boy—
And gracefully he bowed his head.



“Oh, don’t thank me, my little man,”
The Spring in silvery accents said.

“Oh, don’t thank me; for what am I
Without the dew or summer rain?
Without their aid I ne’er could quench
Your thirst, my little boy, again.”’

“Oh, well, then,” said the little boy,
“I'll gladly thank the rain and dew.”

“Pray don’t thank us—without the sun,
We could not fill one cup for you.”

“Then, Mr. Sun, ten thousand thanks
For all that thou hast done for me.”
“Stop,” said the Sun, with blushing face,
“My little man, pray don’t thank me.
"Twas from the ocean’s mighty stores
I drew the draught I gave to thee.”
“Oh, Ocean, thanks!” then said the boy—
It echoed back: “Not unto me.”

“Not unto me, but unto Him
Who formed the depths in which I lie—

‘Go, give thy thanks, my little boy,

To Him who doth thy wants supply.”
The boy then took his cap and said,
In tones so gentle and subdued:
"Qh, God, I thank thee for the gift—
Thou art the giver of all good.”


\Ohistling [P\armots.

ANY strange animals inhabit the mountains of
the west, and it was once my pleasure to have
a pleasant experience with some of the most
curious animals that nature has produced.

A party of us had started for the mountains
on a hunt, from which we expected a great deal
of pleasure. One bright day, after enjoying our
noon-day lunch, we passed through a beautiful
piece of bottom land blooming with flowers, red
and yellow monthly musk fringing the banks of
the stream, where it spread out over the meadow
in a dozen different channels. One of our men
wanted to stop and take up a homestead there,
but one of our guards said: ‘Too much plenty
snow in winter,” and after quenching our thirst
at the creek we passed on. Another turn
brought us to the base of a steep, bare, stony

mountain. Skirting this and climbing over some big rocks we suddenly came

into a lovely, grassy country. Like a prairie in summer, every variety of flower
seemed to bloom and blossom in the grass; the place was ablaze with red, blue,
yellow and white. We must have passed several hundred acres of it, and every
here and there a rippling stream ran through it. The place was a perfect
‘Paradise, and we stood in the bright, warm sunshine thankful to’ get out of the
dark valley from which we had just come. We pushed onward until evening,
when we camped under Sentinel Rock, about a mile from the divide which
separated us from the valley beyond. After supper, while smoking our pipes
and telling stories, suddenly the mountain skies seemed to be alive with men
whistling to one another; when one would turn sharp around only to hear
another and shriller “Whew!” on the other side; and soon we saw lots of animals,

about the size of a fox, with long, bushy tails, running about from rock to rock, .

sometimes lying down, but more often sitting bolt up, erect, like a ferret. We

shot a couple of small ones that night and afterward shot several more, larger
ones. Campbell called them whistling dogs and declared they were good to
eat, but the smell was enough for us. Their odor is peculiar, but not fragrant.

They have two long teeth in front, like a beaver, and feet shaped almost like


- squirrel’s feet. I believe their right name is mountain beaver. Wherever we
went afterward in the mountains, as long as there was grass, we saw these
whistling dogs, as we got to call them. I liked to see them; they seemed to
make the place cheerful and lively, and were very amusing to watch. In winter
they have long burrows under the snow and their coats get a dark gray; in
summer they are yellow. Their skins should make good fur, and I think would
pay for being trapped in the winter months.

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Something About [)oths.

@Y little sister Allie found a chrysalis one day last fall, and brought
(e it into the house. It was a long, curious-looking thing, and we
5 examined it carefully and finally laid it away on top of the clock
in the dining-room, and forgot all about it. When the clock was
dusted Anna always put it back, not knowing what it was, but thinking it was
something she mustn’t throw away.

One Sunday in February we had all been to church, except Rob, who had
a cold, and Allie, who was too little. When we got home Allie was dancing up
and down, and Rob was so excited he could only shout: “Look there! look!”
We looked, and there on top of the clock was calmly sitting one of the most
beautiful moths we had ever seen. Its wings were gold and brown and black
and other colors, and it was over four inches from tip to tip of its wings.

We were all so excited we could scarcely eat our dinners. By and by it
spread out its wings and went ona voyage of discovery around the room, we five
children all following after; until it finally litona geranium plant inthe window.
It flew about a good deal during the afternoon, but came so near hitting the
stove-pipe and burning itself that we finally caged it under a large wire cover.
We fed it sweetened water, and it put out its tongue and ate several times.

We kept it for two days, but on the third day it refused to fly when we
took the wire cover away, and also would not eat; so, as we couldn't bear to
see it starve to death, we mercifully chloroformed it, and we have its body yet,
perched on the hanging basket. We think it came from a tomato-worm, as it
was found in the tomato-patch. We should like to know its name. Mary B.

That is a pretty story, and reminds me of a small, white butterfly which I
saw hatched from a chrysalis in March, and which was alive and doing well
when a week old. It was an object of great interest to the whole household,
but what became of it I never heard.

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ones there are often born, brought up and spend their days in boats.

The whole family of the boatman eat and sleep in the little cabin. The
children play about the deck. The Dutch women are very neat, and they keep
the cabin as nice asa parlor. The space is small on the boat, but the home is
just as it would be on the land. The growing plants and pussy eating her
milk seem to be odd sights on a boat.

Some of the vessels go out to sea. The family goes with them. The
fisherman often has his wife and children on board. . The mother
of the little. ones has to work like a man. She helps catch the fish and
land them. Sometimes mamma has to steer the boat. Sometimes she and
the boys have. to drag the boat with a rope while papa steers. In Holland dogs
have to work for their living. They are harnessed to small carts or wagons.
They draw the milk, butter and cheese, fruit and vegetables to market. The
farmer's wife usually goes with them and sells the load in the city. I have
seen carts and wagons drawn by from one to four dogs. Sometimes half a
dozen of the little ones take a ride for pleasure.

The children in Holland, as in America and England, are very fond of
flying kites. The country is flat and the winds are steady. The boys and girls
of the poorer classes wear wooden shoes. They are heavy and clumsy and
make a clumping noise when the wearer walks on the floor or pavement. Little
girls wear caps like grandmothers.
















©randmother’s ©hristmas Gree.

OW busy the children were, knitting
and sewing
For grandmother’s Christmas-tree!
There were lace caps and wristers
and woolen shoes growing
Into beautiful objects to see!



It was the notion of Susie, the youngest of all,

That the surprise should be grandma’s this
year;

‘‘She’s such a nice lady, in such a nice shawl,

And her footsteps are trembling and queer!

“She’s got bonbons that nobody scolds me
for eating,

And dolls that ave tiny and stout,

Which she gives me when somebody else
has been treating

Me badly!’ Sue lisped, with a pout.

So it soon was decided to accept these rea-
sons

Why grandma should have this great honor;

And her presents were made on the sly at
all seasons

With loving delight by each donor.

Dear grandma was dressed in silken array,

When the bright Christmas Eve had come
round;

And the doors flung aside, lo! out shot a ray

From each twig on the huge fir’s dark ground!

And presents—they dangled in crowds every-
where, ;
Till it looked like a fairy’s bazar;
And the children cried out, with pride in
their air:
“This fine tree is for you, grandmamma!”

Then grandmother stared, and grandmother

laughed,

And she courtesied in old-fashioned style,

And she piped: “I declare, I believe I’ve
gone daft,

Or have fallen to dreaming awhile!



“Well, well, little pets, I’ll accept the bright
tree,
That shall light me far on my old way;
And now take your presents, which I hope
will be
Worthy children so kind and so gay!”

So down sat old grandma inher high-backed
old chair;

But they brought to her gift after gift,

With many a speech and well-wishing prayer,

Till her treasures she scarcely could lift.

“For nobody else,” cried the children in glee,

“Can have presents at this Christmas-tide!

Papa says perhaps that at New Year’s there’ll
be

Something for us!” (Their hope they can’t
hide).

“But, grandma, you have been so kein and
so sweet,

And asked nothing of us at all,

That no wonder we gave you these presents
so neat— .

Are you sure that you've quite seenthem all?”

And up the old lady got then with a look

That shone as a girl’s for delight;

And raising both hands, which like autumn
leaves shook,

She blessed them on left and on right,

The effect upon Sue, of the blessing, was this,

That she sang out a nursery song,

And danced down the room with a face full
of bliss,

While the others all scampered along;

And round the tall tree they joined hands in
a ring,
And capered and crowed full of glee;
Their kind thoughts had made such a capital
thing
Of their gay Christmas ye: as you see,
—Rose HawTHorne Larurop,
@he Puffin.

HAT a queer looking little bird this is! It is called the puffin,
and rightly it is named, for its head seems puffed out until it is
a good deal too large for its body. Its wings are short and the
bird is not much of a flyer, but what he lacks in this he more
than makes up in his ability to dive and swim. Were you to
visit the island home of these birds you would find on every crag a puffin, at

the entrance of every
hole another, and
though the sea would
be filled with them
their burrows would
be alive with young
birds of different ages
and sizes. The air
would be alive with
them, each one hold-
ing a small fish by
the head; the island would be honeycombed with underground passages, over
which you could not walk without danger of falling through at every step. From
beneath your feet would come the sound of young puffins like voices from the
grave, and an odor almost unbearable. They areclosely allied to auks, which also
are very numerous in the Polar regions. Although the puffin has been brought
into lower latitudes he seems unable to exist outside of his home among the ice
and snow, and there we must go to find himas heis. How wonderful that these
birds can exist in such countless numbers amidst the ice and snow of the Arctic
regions!































































































































































PEASANT once went out with a pair of oxen to plough. As
soon as they were in the fields the horns of the two naimals
began to grow, and kept on growing all day, till by the time they
had returned home they had grown too large to get in at the
stable door. Luckily a butcher came by, to whom the oxen were
soon made over, and the bargain settled in thismanner. The peasant agreed
to carry to the butcher a quart of rape seed, and for every seed the butcher
promised to pay a dollar, which was a first-rate bargain, although payment for
the oxen was included in it.

The peasant went home, and very soon returned with the rape seed for
the butcher, but on the way he dropped one seed. The butcher counted the
seeds, and paid for them justly; but if the peasant had not lost that one seed
he would have had another dollar. : However, he set out to return home quite
satisfied, but on reaching the place where the seed had dropped what was
his surprise to find that it had taken root and grown into a tree, the top of
which reached to heaven!

Then thought the peasant, ‘I should like to have a peep at what they are
about up there, and see what the angels are doing, and here is a splendid
opportunity.” So heclimbed up the tree, and, peeping in, saw the angels at
work threshing oats, and stood watching them for some time.

Presently, as he stood there, he felt the tree on which he stood totter
under him. He looked through the branches, and saw that they were cutting
it down. “If I should fall from such a terrible height as this it would be ter-
rible,” he thought; and in his trouble he scarcely knew what to do.

There seemed, however, nothing better than take a piece of cord which lay
near the heaps of chaff, and let himself down by it. But before he did so he’
laid hold of a hatchet and a flail which the angels had left behind them, and,
tying them both to the rope, slid gently down from the tree. When he reached
the earth, however, he sunk into a hole so deep that it was fortunate he hada
hatchet with him, for with it he was able to cut stepsin the sideof the hole and

_ climb once more into daylight.

He took care to carry the hatchet and the flail with him, that no one might
doubt his story when he related it.

XX
Boys [M\ay \Mhistle.



A RANDMA GOFF said a curious | “Boys may whistle, but girls may not.”
5 YF. thing— A whistle’s a song with the noise knocked
LM “Boys may whistle but girls must out;
Para sing.” Strayed off somewhere down ‘in the throat,
That’s the very thing I heard her say Everything lost but the changeful note.

To Kate, no longer than yesterday. ° ;
eed e ee a So if the boys.can whistle and do it well,

“Boys may whistle.” Of course they may, | Why cannot girls, will somebody tell?
If they pucker their lips the proper way, Why can’t they do what a boy can do?
But for the life of me I can’t see That is the thing I should like to know.

Why Kate can't whistle as well as me. ;
I went to father and asked him why

“Boys may whistle, but girls must sing.” | Girls couldn’t whistle as well as I.
Now I call that a curious thing. And he said: “The reason that girls must sing
If boys can whistle, why can’t girls too? Is because a girl’s a sing—ular thing.”

It’s the easiest thing in the world to do ‘
And grandma laughed till I knew she’d ache,

First you do that, and then you do this— When I said I thought it all a mistake.

Just like you were fixing up for a kiss. “Never mind, little man,” I heard her say;
It’s a very poor girl, that’s all I say, “They will make you whistle enough some
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her home, and May had often been told not to go near there.
While May was a good little girl in many ways she had one
naughty habit ofrunning off from her home. Her mamma had
tried to break her of this, but with no success.

In all her wanderings her constant companion was her good
dog, Carlo, a large Newfoundland, which had been given to
her by her father when she was three years old.

Carlo seemed to know that May ought not to go away from home, and
when she started he always tried his best to bring her back. He would grasp
her dress in his mouth and pull, as much as to say: ‘Don’t go, May, but stay
and play with me.” Sometimes he succeeded, and then his joyful bark rang
out. At such times May's mamma knew that her little girl was playing safely



in the yard.

One bright, sunny morning May went out to play with Carlo and her
dollies, but becoming weary, and noticing that the gate was open, she passed
through and went down the road. Old Carlo was in great trouble. He placed
himself in her way and barked, but to no purpose; little May was bound to have
her way. May wandered on, picking flowers by the road-side, singing gayly
to herself, until she reached the railroad track. Here she sat down and began
to play with the pebbles which she found there. Tired with her walk, she soon
fell asleep, and lay down upon the track, unconscious of any danger. Carlo lay
by her side, watching her carefully, when the roar of a coming train was heard.
Carlo sprang to his feet; the train came dashing around the curve at full speed.
Little May slept on. Carlo barked as loud as he could and did his. utmost to
stop the train. The engineer saw the little girl, reversed the engine, put on the
brakes and closed his eyes, for he could not bear to see the little thing crushed
to pieces. Suddenly Carlo turned, grasped little May in his mouth and threw
her off the track. Little May was unhurt, but alas! poor Carlo was caught by
the passing train and crushed todeath. Poorlittle May went home crying with
terror, and at last succeeded in telling her mamma that poor Carlo was dead.
May’s papa went to the track, brought back the remains of poor Carlo and
buried him beneath the apple-tree in the yard. Long and lovingly little May
attended his grave; flowers were planted upon it and watered daily. But you
may be sure that little May was cured of her habit of running away.




























































































































































ROVER TO THE RESCUE.
@he @euids.

“ENTURIES ago there flourished in Gaul and Britain a sect of
Pagan priests named Druids. Wehave no complete history
of them, but in England and France are many relics of their life
in the shape of ruins of their rude stone temples. One of these

@ which has attracted much attention is foundin a deep, rocky glen
in London. A picture of itis before you.

Czesar, the Roman general who invaded Britain in the early part of the
Christian era, has given the clearest account of themthatwe have. He tells us
that they attended worship, performed sacrifices and explained matters of re-

ligion. They fixed re-
wards and punishment,
settled nearly all pub-
lic and private punish-
ments, and woe beun-
tothe man who dared to
dispute their decrees,
whether his station was
high or low. Many of
the youths af that day
gathered around them
for the sake of educa-
tion. These priests en-
joyed the highest honor
in the nation. They
had one chief who pos-
sessed full authority over them. Upon his death he was succeeded by the
most prominent member of the order. If there were several equally promi-
nent the chief was elected by the remainder. Notwithstanding their power
in settling quarrels between individuals and communities the election of the
chief sometimes led to war among themselves.

They assembled at some sacred place once a year, and thence journeyed
all who had disputes or questions which they wished to settle.

They took no part in war; they paid no taxes, and were not called upon
for military services or any public burden. It was these privileges, undoubt-
edly, which led many to join them.

It is said that a great part of the education given the youth of that day,














by the Druids, consisted in committing to memory a large number of verses.
They did not use writing. In fact, they considered it an unholy thing to com-
mit their knowledge to writing. They believed men’s souls after death did
not perish, but passed from one individual to another.

They lived mostly in groves of oak timber, the oak being with them a
sacred tree. If mistletoe was found upon the oak it added to its sacredness,
as the mistletoe was considered the highest of all plants, an antidote for poi-
sons, anda cure for almost all diseases.

They knew something of astronomy, but little of other branches of know-
ledge.

For some reason the Romans took a strong dislike to them, possibly be-
cause they refused to pay taxes and to perform public services. Whatever
was the cause the Romans took active steps to destroy them, and with success.
Nevertheless their superstition continued to hold power over many of the peo-
ple, and there is little doubt that even to this day they have an influence over
the descendants of the Celtic tribes, among whom the Druids flourished.


AQ Had Story.

~/ H me!” said the sponge. ‘Dear! dear! dear! well-a-day!”

‘‘Whatisthe matter?” askedthebath-tub. ‘Have
you been squeezed too hard, or has the nurse rubbed
soap on you again? I know soap never agrees with
you.”

“Tam rather exhausted by the squeezing, I con-
fess, replied the sponge; “but it wasnot for that I
sighed. Iam gradually getting used to these daily

wa?) tortures.

“But I was thinking about the past; about my beau-
tiful home, from which I was so cruelly torn, and about the happy,
happy life I led there.”

“Tell me about it,” said the bath-tub. ‘You have told me before, but I
always find it interesting. My home was in a tin-shop, as you are aware. The
BOrIeLy was good, but it was rather a dull place, on the whole. You lived, you
say’ —

“On the coast of Syria,” said the sponge, with a sigh—‘‘the coast of beau-
tiful Syria. There is a tiny bay, where the shore is bold androcky. The rocks
are bare above the water, but down below they are covered with lovely plants,
and fringed with gay mosses, beautiful to behold. The bottom of the sea is
covered with silver sand, and over it move the crimson and gold colored jelly-
fish, the scarlet star-fish, and a thousand other brilliant creatures, making the
neighborhood always attractive and delightful. On a certain ledge of oer
close by the bottom, I lived, as happy an nial as could be found in the Med-
iterranean Sea.”

“What do you mean?” interrupted the nail-brush, which was new, and very
ignorant. “You, an animal? I don’t believe it. If your back were bone, and
your hair pig-bristles, like mine, you might at least call yoursclt an animal
product; but you have no back that I can see, nor hair either.”

“You are extremely rude,” said the sponge. “But you know no better,
and ignorance should always be pitied rather than blamed. Iwas an animal,
my. young friend, though now, alas! I am only the skeleton of one.

“T lived, as I said, a very happy life on my rocky ledge. I never moved
from it. I had no occasion to do so, even if [had been provided with legs, as
many animals are. I never had any fancy fora roving life. To draw in the
warm, delicious water through the thousand small holes and canals of my




frame, and spout it out again through my large holes, was my chief occupation,
and one of which I was never weary. The water was full of tiny creatures of
all kinds, and these formed my food, and gave me always plenty to eat. In
the spring I was always busy with my maternal duties. I brought out hun-
dreds of lovely little, round eggs, yellow and white,—the prettiest eggs you
ever saw. Ina short time they put out tiny feelers, a sort of fringe of waving
lashes, like those things
on the nurse’s eyes; as
soon as they appeared
I knew my babies were
ready tocome out; and,
sure enough, they soon
broke through the egg-
covering, and, waving
their lashes, swam out
into the sea.

“At first they
stayed near me, de-
lighting my heart with
their pretty tricks; but
very soon they felt the
need of homes of their
own, and went off to
fix themselves on rocks
or coral-trees, and be-
come, in their turn,
full grown sponges,
like myself. I could
not complain, for I had
left my own mother in
the same way. I never
saw any of them again,
except one dear child,
who made his home on
the shell of a largecrab. sina
He grew finely; and became a noble sponge; but the crab never seemed to
mind him in the least, and carried him about with him wherever he went. In
this way he often passed near my ledge, and as the crab was a friendly and
sensible fellow we often had a pleasant chat together.

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“One day, one dreadful, dreadful day, I was talking thus with my son and
his landlord, when suddenly something huge anddark was seen above us, swim-
ming slowly downward through the clear water. At first] paidno attention to
it, Supposing it to be a shark, or some other large fish; but as it drew nearer I
saw that it was no fish, but a strange and horrible monster, the like of which
had never been seen under the sea. It had four long arms, something like those
of a cuttle-fish, only much less graceful, and divided at the end into five claws,
or feelers. (I have since learned that two of these arms are called legs, and
that the feelers are fingers and toes.) It had gleaming eyes, and in one claw
it had something bright and shining. Ah! it makes me cold to think of it. To
my horror the monster fixed his shining eyes on me, and swam directly toward _
my ledge. The crab scuttled off with my son on his back, and I was left alone
and helpless. I saw one of the long arms extended; the five feelers clutched
me in their grasp. I shrank down, and clung with all my might to the rock:
but in vain. The shining thing in the monster’s other claw was slipped under
me. It cut my delicate fibres; I felt them give way one by one; and at last,
with one terrible cut and a violent wrench, I was torn from my peaceful home;
torn from it, alas! forever!

“T was thrown into a bag full of other sponges, which the monster had slung
- about his middle; and then he pursued his path of destruction. I will pass
briefly over the dark days that followed—the drying in the sun, till all the life
was dried out of me; the fearful squeezing, with thousands of other wretches
like myself, into wooden cases; the voyage over seas; finally the exposure of
my bleached and miserable skeleton in the window of a druggist’s shop. All
of these things are too painful to be dwelt upon, and, as you know, I am now
resigned to my lot. I find in you a sympathizing friend. I have water given
me (though of very inferior quality) morning and night, and, were it not for the
soap and the squeezing, I should make nocomplaint. But often, as I hang
idly in my wire basket, my thoughts go back to my own dear home under the
Syrian shores; and I long for a draught of the warm, delicious water, for the
cool retirement of my rocky ledge, and for the sight of my dear son, riding

gracefully about on the back of his crab.”
—Laura E, RICHARDS.


G@he Pare and the P\edgehog.

T was a beautiful morning, about harvest time, the buckwheat was in
flower, the sun shining in the heavens, and the morning breeze
waving the golden corn-fields, while the lark sang blithely in the
clear, blue sky, and the bees were buzzing about the flowers. The
villagers seemed all alive; many of them were dressed in their best
clothes, hastening to the fair.

It was a lovely day, and all nature seemed happy, even to a
little hedgehog, who stood at his own door. He had his arms
folded, and was singing as merrily as little hedgehogs can do on a
pleasant morning. While he thus stood amusing himself, his little wife was
washing and dressing the children, and he thought he might as well go and see
how the field of turnips was getting on; for, as he and his family fed upon
them, they appeared like his own property. No sooner said than done. He
shut the house door after him and started off.

He had not gone farther than the little hedge bordering the turnip field
when he met a hare, who was on his way to inspect the cabbages, which he also
considered belonged to him. When the hedgehog saw the hare he wished him
“Good morning!” very pleasantly.

But the hare, who was a grand gentteman in his way, and not very good-
tempered, took no notice of the hedgehog’s greeting, but said in a most imper-
tinent manner: “How is it that you are running about the fields so early this
morning?”

“Tam taking a walk,” said the hedgehog.

“Taking a walk,” cried the hare, with a laugh; “I don’t think your legs are
much suited for walking.”

This answer made the hedgehog very angry. He could bear anything but
a reference to his bandy legs, so he said: “ You consider your legs are better
than mine, I suppose?”

‘Well, I rather think they are,” replied the hare.

‘I should like to prove it,” said the hedgehog. “I will wager anything
that if we were to run a race I should beat.”

“That is a capital joke,” cried the hare, ‘to think you could beat me with
your bandy legs. However, if you wish it, I have no objection to try. What
will you bet?”

‘A golden louis d’or and a bottle of wine.”

“Agreed,” said the hare: “and we may as well begin at once.”


“No, no,” said the hedgehog, “not in such a hurry as that. I must ge
home first and get something to eat. In half an hour I will be here again.”

The hare agreed to wait, and away went the hedgehog, thinking to himself:
“The hare trusts in his long legs, but I will conquer him. He thinks himself
a very grand gentleman, but he is only a stupid fellow, after all, and he will
have to pay for his pride.” .

On arriving at home, the hedgehog said to his wife: ‘‘ Wife, dress yourself
as quickly as possible; you must go to the field with me.”

‘‘What for?” she asked.

«Well, I have made a bet with the hare of a louis d’or and a bottle of
wine that I will: beat him in a race, which we are going to run.”

“Why, husband,” cried Mrs. Hedgehog, with a scream, “what are you:
thinking of? Have you lost your senses?”

“Hold your noise, ma’am,” said the hedgehog, “and don’t interfere with
my affairs. What do you know about a man’s business? Get ready at once to
go with me.” 3

What could Mrs. Hedgehog say after this? She could only obey and fol-
low her husband, whether she liked it or not. As they walked along, he said to
her: “Now, pay attention to what I say. You see that large field? Welt,
we are going to race across it. The hare will race in one furrow, and I in
another. All you have to do is to hide yourself in the furrow at the opposite
end of the field from which we start, and when the hare comes up to you, pop
up your head and say: ‘Here I ai.”

As they talked, the hedgehog and his wife reached the place in the field
where he wished her to stop, and then went back and found the hare at the
starting-place, ready to receive him.

“Do you really mean it?” he asked.

“Yes, indeed,” replied the hedgehog, “I am quite ready.”

“Then let us start at once,” and each placed himself in his furrow as. the
hare spoke. The hare counted ‘‘One, two, three,” and started like a whirlwind
across the field. The hedgehog, however, only rana few steps, and then popped
down in the furrow and remained still.

When the hare, at full speed, reached the end of the field the hedgehog’s
wife raised her head and cried: ‘‘Here I am.”

The hare stood still in wonder, for the wife was so like her husband that
he thought itmustbehim. “ There is something wrong about this,” he thought
“However, we'll have another try.” So he turned and flew across the field at
such a pace that his ears floated behind him.
The hedgehog’s wife, however, did not move, and, when the hare reached
_the other end, the husband was there, and cried: “Here I am.”

The hare was half beside himself with vexation, and he cried: “One more
_ try, one more.”

“T don’t mind,” said the hedgehog. “I will go on as long as you like.”

Upon this the hare set off running, and actually crossed the field seventy-
three times; and atone end the husband said: “Here am IJ,” and at the other
end the wife said the same. But at the seventy-fourth run the hare’s strength
came to an end, and he fell to the ground and owned himself beaten.

The hedgehog won the louis d’or and the bottle of wine, and, after calling
his wife out of the furrow, they went home together in very good spirits, toenjoy
it together; and, if they are not dead, they are living still.

The lesson to be learnt from this story is, first, that however grand a
person may think himself, he should never laugh at others whom he considers
inferior until he knows what they can do; and, secondly, that when a man
chooses a wife, he should take her from the class to which he himself belongs;
and if he isa hedgehog she should be one also.


@ Pip in the rook.

PNSe7| HEN childhood’s scenes before me
rise—
At twilight oft they will,—
Of all my memory quickest flies
To the brook beneath the hill
I see it sparkling on its way
Beneath the summer sun,
I hear it singing still its lay—
Journey and lay ne’er done.



Again a bare-footed boy Iam,
With ruddy cheeks and tanned,

Again I drive the wayward cows
Down to the pasture land;

Again I hear the piping quails
Amid the rustling corn,

Or pause to see the thrush’s nest

Again I loiter slowly home
Beside the rippling brook,

Stop at the old-time resting place,
All in a quiet nook.

And kneeling on the reedy brink,
Icool my heated brow—

Sweet memories, like summer rain,
Come and refresh e’en now.

Could I but tread that path again,
As once in boyhood’s glee,

Could I but lave within the brook,
And shake its bright drops free—

If memory can so cool my brow,
And ease this throbbing pain,

A dip beneath its sparkling wave
Would make me young again.

Hid in the spreading thorn. —S. 1. M.
Ce

GSS

Ghe Homeless Singer.

N acold, dark night, when the wind was biowing hard, Conrad, a worthy





} citizen of a little town in Germany, sat playing his flute, while Ursula,
a)

| his wife, was preparing supper. They heard a voice singing outside.
Tears filled the good man’s eyes as he said: ‘‘ What a fine, sweet voice!
What a pity it should be spoiled by being tried in such weather!”

“] think it is a voice of a child. Let us open the door and see,” said his
_ wife, who had lost a little boy not long before.

Conrad opened the door and saw a ragged child, who said, ‘Charity, good
sir, for Christ’s sake!”

“Come in, my little one,” said he; ‘you shall rest with me for the night.”

The boy said, “Thank God!” and entered. He was given some supper
and then he told them that he was the son of a poor miner, and wanted to b
a priest. He wandered about and sang, and lived on the money people gav
him. His kind friends would not let him talk much, but sent him to bed
When he was asleep they looked in upon him and were so pleased that the
determined to keep him, if he was willing. |

They sent him to school, and afterward he entered a monastery. Ther
he found a Bible, which he read, and from which he learned the way of life
He became the great preacher and reformer, Martin Luther.




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@A Pifle-|Mateh.



|HE soldiers at the fort where Hal lived had a rifle-
| match. They had their targets set up on a long, level
piece of ground near the fort. Each soldier tried to see
how many times he could hit the center of the target.
The one who could hit it the greatest number of times
was to get a gold medal.

Hal went with his mother to see them shoot. All
the ladies who lived at the fort went. There were
some visitors there, and they went also.

It was a very gay sight. The ladies all wore their.
finest dresses and the officers their uniforms. The
targets were bright-colored and flags were flying.

The rifles would go crack, crack, crack! At first Hal kept close by his
mamma’s side. He was just a little afraid, But pretty soon he got so inter-
ested that he forgot all about being timid.

Sometimes one of the men would hit the target right in the center. Then


every one would shout and wave their handkerchiefs. Hal never could find
his handkerchief in time to wave it, so he would clap his hands.

After the match was finished the men did some fancy shooting. They
held their rifles in-a great many queer ways. Sometimes they would fire from
‘under one arm, sometimes from over their shoulder. Hal wished that he could
. shoot like the men. He resolved that when he grew older he would practice
shooting until he could hit the center of the target.

The men did not seem to get tired of shooting, for they kept it up until it
grew. so dark they could not see the targets.

Hal was so tired that he had to be carried to the fort on his papa’s

shoulder
—Mrs. BusyHAND.

A
Siw 8@_ wv
~~ =e
am, aoe!

hat [P\ary Cave.

» HE gave an hour of patient care to her little baby sister, who was
cutting teeth.

- p She gave a string, and a crooked pin, and a great deal of good
advice, to the three-year-old brother who wanted to play at fishing.

She gave Ellen, the maid, a precious hour to go and visit her sick baby at
home, for Ellen was a widow, and left her child with its grandmother while she
worked to get bread for both.

She could not have seen them very often if our Mary had not offered to
attend the door while she was away.

But this is not all that Mary gave. She dressed herself so neatly and
looked so bright and kind and obliging, that she gave her mother a thrill of
pleasure whenever she caught sight of the young, pleasant face.

She wrote’a letter to her father, who was absent on business, and gave
patient attention to a long story by her grandmother, and when it was ended
made the old lady happy by a good-night kiss.

Thus she -had given valuable presents to six people, in one day, and yet
she had not a cent.




Jelly fish.

@ HILE all of our little readers are acquainted with many of
the living creatures upon the earth, we wonder if they are
as well informed upon the curious and interesting living
things which live beneath the waves of the ocean. In fact

the animal life of water is far more wonderful than that of

the earth. In the ocean are found living creatures of all
sizes, from those so small that they cannot be seen with the naked eye, to
monsters so large that we can hardly believe they exist. Someare wonderfully
beautiful, alive with all possible colors and tints of colors, while others have
the most unsightly and ugly forms. Perhaps, among the most interesting of
these animals living in the water, are Jelly-Fish, as they are called, of which
there are a great many different species, and yet, each specie keeps itself sep-
arate from the others, and millions upon millions of a kind are found together.
So numerous are they in some places that they not only crowd the surface
of the sea, but the water is full of them from the depth of six feet to the
surface.

The Jelly-Fish are so called from the spongy nature of their bodies. In
calm weather they come to the upper surface of the sea in great numbers, but
they are so delicate they cannot stand the dashing, tumbling waves. When
the water becomes rough they quickly descend to the quiet ocean depths,
They do this by letting the umbrella or mushroom-like top of their bodies fal
down the side of their tentacles, in the manner of the one shown in the picture.
These tentacles, as they are called, are the arms of the Jelly-Fish and are used
just as people use their arms to convey food to their mouth, but the mouth of -
the Jelly-Fish is in a strange place, being underneath the body. The stomach
is under the umbrella-like top. There is one specie, also, which has no mouth
whatever, food being absorbed through the branching vessels. The Jelly-Fish
is fortunate in having a great many eyes, and these are placed around the rim
of the umbrella-like top. The Jelly-Fish are sometimes called Sea-Nettles,
because when they touch human flesh they leave a keen, stinging pain, similar
to that one feels when stung by nettles, only it is sharper and with more of a
tingling sensation. The feeling is very disagreeable and increases until the
whole nervous system is affected, sometimes causing a pain to dart through the
body as if a rifle ball had passed there. People who have come in contact with
Jelly-Fish have been greatly alarmed, sometimes believing death would follow,
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THER JELLY FISH,
several days, and you may be sure that people who bathe in the sea and
meet the Jelly-Fish once are very careful to keep out of his way after-
ward.

Another name the Jelly-Fish bear, and a very appropriate one, too, is that
of Sea-Lantern. They are so called because they have the power to send out
a light which looks beautiful in the night, and which always attracts the at-
tention of mariners when they come in sight of the shining object. If you can
imagine the surface of a large body of water covered with millions upon mil-
lions of fire-flies, each one sending out his little light, you can imagine faintly
thé beauty of the ocean when lighted up by the Jelly-Fish. When the sunlight
strikes upon these fish they reflect all the colors and tints of the rainbow, yet
such a sight is not so grand and imposing as when viewed in the darkness and
stillness of the night. It is, indeed, a wonderful sight to watch the silent
waters shining with Jelly-Fish in the night and contrast it with the surrounding
gloom. It also fills one with rapture to stand at mid-day and watch these
wonderful creatures pressing in great shoals through the clear waters, trailing
behind them their delicate fringes of waving cilia and rolling gently over as if in

excess of happiness.
~
(ong Argo.

WO IN her lap gran’ma did hol’ me;
Smoothed my apron down—just so;



She’s a May queen—long ago;
W’en they had May queens, you know,
Long ago, long, l-o-n-g ago.

Gran’ma’s hair is thin, an’ so white,
An’ her face is—puckered so;

But she’s sweeter, by enuff sight,
Than some younger folks I know.
Don’t you see how dandeli’ns blow—
Turn their gold all into snow?
Gran’ma’s hair—it done jes’ so,
Long ago, long, l-o-n-g ago.

Hair was golden, like the sunlight,
Eyes wuz blue, an’ cheeks wuz red.
An’ her skin wuz smooth an’ so white—
That is jes’ w’at gran’ma said.

All in white from tip to toe,
She was May queen, long ago,
Long ago, l-o-n-g, long ago.

Jes’ like fairies in green bowers,

Singin’, dancin’ on the green,
Pickin’ out the brightest flowers
Fur to deck their little queen,
Lads and lassies, ’round they go,
Dancin’, singin’, bowin’ low,
Long ago, long, l-o-n-g ago.

Gran’ma stops. “Im tired,” says she;
“Now go away, dearie.” An’ I go—
But it’s queer what she can see now,
Lookin’ far off an’ sighin’ so;
An’ I hear her whisperin’ low;
“Polly, Betsey, John an’ Jo
Gone, all gone, so long ago,
Long ago, long, !-o-n-g ago.”
—By Lrssie C. BAER
HE largest volcano in the world is found in the Sandwich Islands.
This is called ““Mauna Loa.” It rises nearly fourteen thousand
feet above the level of the sea and looks like an immense dome.

The crater of this volcano is two and one-half miles in
length by one in width. This can be considered as divided up
into a number of smaller craters. he most noted one is
called “Kilanea” and is situated on a plain far above the sea

level. This is nine miles in circumference and fourteen hundred feet deep.

The lava at
the outer edge is
cooled to a dis-
tance of | several
hundred feet. Dur-
ing the day the}
bottom of this cra-
ter looks like a
heap of smoulder-
ing ruins, but at
night it shows two
immense pools of
a cherry-red liquid
which illuminates
the entire bottom
and flows in all di-
rections like water.
There are also a
large number of small craters throwing out stones, ashes, lava, smoke and
flame. We visited this at night and were almost blinded and. suffocated by
sulphurous steam which came from the many craters. Our picture is a striking
one of this great crater, though nothing can properly represent a boiling
spouting lake of fire.

Several times while trying to sketch this crater our artist was compelled
to move on account of an eruptionnear him. In one instance, hearing a noise
close at hand, he hastily ran and got out of the way just in time to see a par-
ticular rock upon which he had been standing plunge into the fiery mass
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Gle f€ox and the Geese.

FOX came once to a meadow, where a herd of fine fat geese
were enjoying themselves. ‘‘Ah,” he said, laughing, “I am juse
in time. They are so close together that I can come and fetch
them one after another easily ”
The geese, when they saw him, began to cackle with fear,
sprang up, and, with much complaining and murmuring, begged for their lives.
The fox, however, would not listen, and said, ‘There is no hope of mercy—
you must die.”
At last one of them took heart, and said: “It would be very hard for us
poor geese to lose our young, fresh lives so suddenly as this; but if you will



















































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































grant us only one favor, afterward we will place ourselves in a row, so that you
may choose the fattest and best.”

‘“‘And what is this favor?” asked the fox.

“Why, that we may have one hour to pray in before we die.”

“Well, that is only fair,” replied the fox; “it isa harmless request. Pray
away, then, and I will wait for you.”

Immediately they placed themselves in a row, and began to pray after
their own fashion, which, however, was a most deafening and alarming cackle.
In fact, they were praying for their lives, and so efficaciously that they were
heard at the farm, and, long before the hour had ended, the master and his ser-
vants appeared in the field to discover what was the matter, and the fox, ina
terrible fright, quickly made his escape, not, however, without being seen,
“We must hunt that fox to-morrow,” said the master, as they drove the
geese home to safe quarters, And so the cunning fox was outwitted by a

goose,

bs



Ss)

| WE
@& family Mrum Corps.



LITTLE man bought him a big
Ah brass drum;
Y 9 Boom—boom—boom!
oleed “Who knows,” said he, “when a
war will come?”
Boom—boom—boom!
“Tm not at all frightened, you understand.
But, if I am called on to fight for my land,
I want to be ready to play in the band.”
Boom—boom—boom!

fle got all his children little snare drums;
Boom—tidera—da—boom!
And they’d practice as soon as they’d fin-
ished their sums.
Boom—tidera—da—boom!
“We're just like our papa!” in chorus said
they,
“Andif we should ever get into the fray,
Why, it’s safer to thump than to fight any
day!”
Boom—tidera—da—boom!

And, showing her spirit, the little man’s
wife—
Boom—tidera—da—boom!
With some of her pin-money purchased a
fife;
Boom—tidera—da—boom!
And, picking out tunes that were not very
hard,
They'd play them while marching around
the back yard,
Without for one’s feelings the slightest re-
gard,
Boom—tidera—da—boom-a-diddle-dee—
Boom—tidera-da—boom!

2 P



The little old parson, who lived next door—
Boom—tidera—da—boom!
Would throw up his hands, as he walked the
floor;
Boom—tidera-da—boom!
“Wont you stop it, lbeg you?” he often said,
“lm trying to think of a text, but instead
The only thing I can get into my head
Is your boom—tidera-da—boom-a-diddle-~
dee—
Boom—tidera-da-——boom

?

All of the people for blocks around—
Boom—tidera—~da—boom!
Kept time at their tasks to the martial
sound;
Boom—tidera-da—boom!
While children to windows and stoops would
fly,
Expecting to see a procession pass by,
And they couldn’t make out why it never

drew nigh,
With its bobom—tidera-da—boom-—a-diddle—
dee—

Boom—tidera—da—boom!

It would seem such vigor would soon abate;
Boom—tidera-da—boom!

But they still keep at it, early and late;
Boom—tidera—-da—boom!

So, if it should be that a war breaks out,

They'll all be ready, I have no doubt,

To help in putting the foe to rout,

With their bbom—tidera-da—boom—
Boom—tideva-da—boom—
Boom—tidera~-da—boom-—a-diddle--dee—
Boom—soom—BOOM!

—MaLcotm Doue.as.
@Q Poll’s Story.

OU needn’t laugh at me just because] am yellow and covered
with tiny cracks and don’t happen tobe dressed like your other
dolls. I know I look funny and old-fashioned to you, but really
my heart is as young as ever it was.

And when your grandmama was a little girl this way of wear-
ing the hair was very fashionable, and it was considered quite

“ vulgar to wear heels on one’s shoes, and so mine were made as
you see, and were thought very genteel, indeed.

I was so happy yesterday, for Miss Martha said that we were to have com-
pany, and she took me out of my box, where I had been laid away for so long
that itis a treat to get out of my paper wrappings.

Her “grand-niece,” she said. So you are her grand-niece! Well! you favor
your grandmama, child. You are very like what she was at your age: the
same yellow hair and laughing mouth, only your eyes are not so blue nor your
skin so fair as hers was. Or aml forgetting? Was it her sister Betsy who
waslight? Yes, it was Betsy; I remember now, your grandmama was quite dark.
How one does forget in seventy years!

Iam a little stiff, you notice, but it’s no wonder, forit is fully twenty years
since I was last out of my box; then, too, we were taught in my time to stand
or sit very straight and stiff, and habits grow very strong upon one, you know.

How well I remember the last time Miss Martha had me out. Twenty
years ago—that was long before you were born, mydear. They gave me to your
Aunt Lucy to play with, I recollect. I don’t like to speak ill of your kinfolk,
child, but really your Aunt Lucy was a very rude girl. She laughed at my
oddly-dressed hair and made fun of my flat feet, and made the most odious
comparisons between me and an ill-bred china doll that she carried; and she
stuck pins into me to such an extent that I assure you I had a pain in my in-
side for hours.

She is a woman now and I understand that she is very well mannered and
gentle, but somehow it always gives me a turn even to think of her.

And your Uncle Rob, your great-uncle 1 mean, he used to tease me too.
He once tied me to the cat’s back and I was terribly frightened. To this day I
am afraid of cats and china dogs.

I know it sounds silly, but Icannot overcome my fear of china dogs. Now
your grandmama had one, a brown and white one, that used to sit upon the
parlor mantel, and he looked very gentle indeed, when, really, he was a most






ferocious beast. I had it froma friend of mine who heard him growl savagely
at the cat worked upon your grandmama’s sampler. My friend fainted with
fright and remained unconscious for fully forty minutes, until she was aroused
by the striking of your great-grandfather’s clock and the whirring of the wheels.
as the heavy weights ran down.

But I was telling you how your great-uncle, Rob, tied me to the cat’s back.
I was wearing a pink muslin frock anda buff pelisse and a tippet that your
grandmama had just finished. I always tried to keep my clothes neat and tidy
and so I was lying quite still upon the shelf, that my new finery should not be-
come mussed.

Robespied meand he called the cat. I can hear his voice now as he called,
‘‘Puss, nice pussy, come here, puss.” Strange how one can recalla voice after
seventy years! Puss came, suspecting no mischief, and in a twinkling Rob had
tied me to herback with a stout piece of pack-thread, and she was tearing
across the yard at such a mad pace that I was breathless with fear.

I think that Rob was frightened when he saw this, for he had meant no harm,
but only to have a bit of sport. Away we flew into the barn and upon the hay-
mow, when the string broke and I felt myself slipping down—down toward the
horses’ manger. My love, I cannot tell you my sensations asI felt the hot
breath of the great monsters, but they only pushed me to one side, where Rob
soon found me.

He carried me back and laidmeon my shelf, but my tippet was lost and my
pelisse torn and ruined; and there was a large ugly crack across my neck; lift
up my gold beads, dear, and you can see it now.

Rob bought these beads as a peace-offering, and your grandmama tied
them on with her own hands. I havenever had them off since then. Be careful,
dear, the silk thread may have become tender with age and it might break easily,
and I should not like anything to happen to them.

It may sound sentimental, but I should like always to keep them on ac-
count of Rob. Poor lad! it must be fifty odd years since he was drowned.

I can’t tell you the story, child, for whenever I think of him such a lump
comes in my throat that it opens the old crack, and I cannot speak at all.

Well! well how I have run on, and really my throat begins to ache, and you
must notice that my voice is growing husky. I dare say it’s because I can’t help
thinking of your great-uncle, dear, but I think I must stop talking now.

Lay me down carefully, child, for Iam not so young as I once was, and 1
feel quite fatigued. There! that will donicely. How gentle youare, my dear,

quite like what your grandmama was seventy years ago.

8 L
@\n |ndian [P\oving.

ARRY’S papa is an officer in the army, so Harry lives in a fort
out on the plains. Hesees a great many queer sights.

One day he saw some Indians moving. Indians live in
wigwams, and do not have any furniture. They do not move
from one wigwam to another. They move wigwam and all

from place to place. They do not have any wagons, so they

have to carry their things on the backs of horses.

gs The Indians rode on horses, with the pappooses on their backs
: and the half-grown children sitting before or behind them. The

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were fastened to the backs of pack-horses. The lodge-poles were tied to the
sides of the horses, so that one end of them dragged on the ground.

The Indians stopped a few hours not a great distance from the fort, so
Hal went out with the soldiers to see them. They were friendly Indians; that
is, they were friendly just then. Perhaps the next time they would see them
the Indians would be ready to fight about something. Hal thought at first
that it would be great fun to live like the Indians, but he soon changed his
mind. When he saw still more of them he was very certain he would not like
it. He was sure he would not like to sleep among such dirty skins and blank-
ets, or to eat such food as they did.

The moving party Hal went to see were cooking their dinner. They had
built fires on the ground. They cooked their meat on sticks over the fire, and
stewed a good many queer things in large earthen pots.

One of the officers told Hal that the Indians were very fond of stewed
puppies. Hal didnot know whether to believe that or not. The Indians all
helped themselves out of the same dish. They seemed to think it quite right
to dip their fingers in and fish out the piece they liked best.

Some of the little Indians were almost pretty. There was one came up
to Hal and looked him over. He was interested in his clothes. After a while
he went away and brought two large feathers for Hal to putin his hat. Hal
stuck them in and laughed. The little Indian laughed, too; but they could
not talk to each other, for neither could understand what the other said. The
Indians stayed near the fort until after dinner, then they moved off toward

their new home.
—Mks. BUSYHAND.

he

f©aithful «“@ld Pon.”




old horse!
“We'll see his like no more!”
No more will mistress ride be-
hind
While master rides before.

oe

y
AY

[

Old Don was once a frisky colt
And, twenty years ago,

’Twixt farm and village carried oft
His master to and fro.

With sprightly gait and lofty head
He pranced upon his way,

And showed impatience of restraint
By many a rousing neigh.

With mane and tail outfloating far
Upon the morning breeze,

Attached to sleigh or buggy, then,
He jogged along with ease.

But, as old age came creeping on,
His pace became more slow;

4LD DON” is dead! that good | And he responded readily

To the command of “Whoa!”

With downcast look and drooping tail
He slowly hobbled on;.

But faithful ever, to the last,
They say was poor old Don.

Perhaps if we could understand
The language of an eye

Some message kind old Don had left
When he lay down to die.

But though “horse sense” has often proved
Of worth in time of need,

And horses have played noble parts
In many a daring deed,

_ Their language is not understood,

And since the world began
Full many tales they might have told
Have thus been lost to man.

—ANNA B. ELMSLIE.
Ghe ©row Court.

a. NY stories are told relating the intelligence of birds and
% animals, yet there isa general disposition on the part of
t people, generally, to doubt that birds and animals are moved
by any higher power than what we term “instinct.” Many
instances can be related, showing that the lower animals
xis possess something very closely allied to intelligence. I
had often heard stories told about “crow justice,” and I could
never believe them until I had a chance one beautiful day in De-
cember to attend their court. As I was riding on the public road,
two miles north of a little town in Kansas, I noticed great flocks
of crows flying about me, and, when nearing a cottonwood grove,
in making a turn to the right, I saw hundreds of them perched in
¢» the trees in solid lines to the end of the rows. At once there
@ came to me the stories I had heard that crows were well-governed
birds, and when I saw this fine-looking body I concluded that it sat there to
give a trial to some offender of some sort. I stopped my horse, half fearing the
crafty birds would fly—adjourn court, or continue the case. What was my
delight to find that no attention was paidto me. It takes a man with a gun to
disturb these mocking blacklegs.

From a tree at the head of a row, where ten crows sat, there came such
loud and rapid cawing as I never heard before from so few throats, and every
now and then all the flock joined in making the noise, and the chorus thus
furnished was all that could have been asked if noise was desired. After two
or three minutes of this racket a silent rest was taken, which was broken by a
single crow, who made a little talk in the crow dialect, followed quickly by
others.

Things became more dignified, and my interest in the proceedings was so
intense that when a fine, fat bird submitted a few remarks and was applauded
by general cawing from every bird present, I could scarcely keep from clap-
ping my hands.

Suddenly twelve crows few down the lines twice and back, and all was
still as they didso. I was amusedand startled. This might be a jury of crows
on parade. Andl believe it was. After two or three crows had again spoken
the twelve flew down the lines once more; but this time there were fierce caws
from every crow in answer to caws from the twelve. My fancy explained: The
jury was seeking its verdict in public opinion, and the excited crows, like revo-




ai
lutionary mobs, demanded blood. Back to their perches for the last time flew
the crows, and again a silence fell, not unlike the abrupt hush of court-room
whispers as the prisoner steps forward to learn the worst. But I could dis-
tinguish no criminal. As I looked for the poor fellow there was a great angry
caw from every crow, and all flew to the center of the line, where they tore
three of their unsuspecting kind in shreds, leaving only a few feathers to float
upward and outof sight, as they separated andnoiselessly flew away, seemingly

satisfied with what they had done.

Wy

pee ee oy b
A say a

@eing a [@\an.

EFORE a boy has doffed his kilt
He wants asword with a flashing
hilt;
He must manage a train, though
it be of chairs,
He must beat a drum, he must hunt for bears.
In fact, his highest ambition and plan,
His dearest wish, is to be a man.



But many a boy is unmanly to-day,

Because there are so many “ifs” in the way:
He scorns this “if,” and he frowns at that,
He shirks his lesson to wield a bat;

Andso he will go, as best he can,

From youth to old age, without being a man.

Oh, there are so many “ifs” in the road
That leads to manhood’s highest abode!
Kindness, purity, courage and truth,
Stumbling-blocks these to many a youth,
For he who will not make these his own,
Can never reach manhood’s glorious throne.

So who would be manly should keep in mind
He must ever be gentle, and brave and kind.
Obedient always to Right’s fair laws,

A brother to every noble cause;

Thus shall he serve God’s cherished plan,
And come to the stature of a man.

—Emma C. Dowpb.



to
he \Bolf and the fOox.

WOLF once made friends with a fox, and kept him always by
him, so that whatever the wolf wanted the fox was obliged
to do, because he was the weakest, and could not, therefore,
be master. It happened, one day, that they were both
passing through a wood, and the wolf said: “Red fox, find
me something to eat or I shall eat you.”

“Well,” replied the fox, ‘I know a farm-yard near, in
which there are two young lambs; if you like I will go and
fetch one.” The wolf was quite agreeable, so the fox went
to the field, stole the lamb, and brought it to the wolf. He
then returned to find something for himself.

The wolf soon ate up the lamb but he was not satisfied, and began to long
so much for the other lamb that he went to fetch it himself. But he managed
so awkwardly that the mother of the lamb saw him, and began to cry and
bleat fearfully; and the farmer came running out to see what was the matter.
The wolf got so terribly beaten that he ran limping and howling back to the
fox. ‘You have led me into a pretty mess,” he said. ‘I wanted the other
lamb, and because I went to fetch it the farmer has nearly killled me.”

«Why are you such a glutton, then?” replied the fox.

Another day, as they were ina field, the greedy wolf exclaimed: “Red
fox, if you don’t find me something to eat, I shall eat you up.”

“Oh! Ican get you some pancakes, if you like,” he said, “for I know a
farm-house where the wife is frying them now.’

So they went on together and the fox sneaked into the house, sniffed, and
smelt about for some time, till he at last found out where the dish stood. Then
he dragged six pancakes from it, and brought them to the wolf.

“Now you have something to eat,” said the fox, and went away to find his
own dinner.

The wolf, however, swallowed the pancakes in the twinkling of an eye, and
said to himself: ‘They taste so good I.must have some more,” So he went
into the farm-kitchen and, while pulling down the pancakes, upset the dish, and
broke it in pieces.

The farmer’s wife Heard the crash and came rushing in, ha when she saw
the wolf she called loudly for the farm servants, who came rushing in and beat
him with whatever they could lay their hands on, so that he ran back to the fox
in the wood with two lame legs, howling terribly.



“How could you serve me such a dirty trick?” he said. ‘‘The farmer
nearly caught me, and he has given me such a thrashing!”

“Well, then,” replied the fox, “‘you should not be such a glutton.”

' Another day, when the wolf and fox were out together, and the wolf
was limping with fatigue, he said: ‘Red fox, find me something toeat, or I shall
eat you.”

' The fox replied: ‘(I know a man who has been slaughtering cattle to-day,
and there isa quantity of salted meat lying ina tubin the cellar. I can fetch
some of that.”

“No,” said the wolf, ‘‘let me go with you this time, You can help me if I
cannot run away fast enough.” .

«“ You may come for aught I care,” replied Reynard, and showed him on
the way many of his tricks, and at last they reached the cellar safely.

There was meat in abundance. The wolf made himself quite at home,
and said: “ There will be time to stop when I hear any sound.”

The fox also enjoyed himself, but he kept looking round now and then, and
ran often to the hole through which they had entered to try if it was still large
enough for his body to slip through.

“Dear fox,” said the wolf, ‘why are you running about and jumping here
and there so constantly.”

‘“‘T must see if any one is coming,” replied the cunning animal, ‘and I ad-
vise you not to eat too much.”

The wolf replied: “I am not going away from here until the tub is empty.”

At this moment in came the farmer, who had heard the fox jumping about
in the cellar. The fox no sooner saw him than with a spring he was through
the hole. The wolf made an attempt to follow him, but he had eaten so much,
and was so fat that he stuck fast. The farmer, on seeing this, fetched a cudgel
and killed him on the spot. The fox ran home to his den full of joy that he was

at last set free from the old glutton’s company.


Ghe Stolen eaves.



HO stole my beautiful leaves?”

g Whispered the old Oak-tree;

“West-wind, South-wind, look
for the thieves!

Find them, and bring them to me.”

“Not I,” said North-wind; ‘oh, no,

I would not treat an old friend so;

I found them lying upon the ground,
Brown and dead, and I carried them round
To bring them to life
In the autumn sun,

But I did not steal
A single one.”
“Not I,” said North-wind; “oh! no,
I would not treat an old tree so.”



“Who stole my beautiful leaves?”
Said the weeping Willow tree;
*“West-wind, South-wind, look for the thieves!
Find them, and bring them to me,”
“Not I,” said the Frost; ‘oh! no,
I would not treat an old friend so;
I covered them over with crystals white,
And talked with them in the cold moonlight,
Till I felt the breath
Of the morning sun,
But I did not take
A single one.”
“Not I,” said the Frost; ‘oh! no,
I would not treat an old tree so.”

“Who stole my beautiful leaves?”

Said the shivering Maple-tree;

“West-wind, South-wind, look for the thieves!
Find them, and bring them to me.”

“Not I,” said the Sun; “oh! no,

I would not treat an old friend so;

I painted-your leaves all scarlet and green, ©
With rows of crimson and gold between,

And I saw them fade
Ere my work was done,
But I did not take
A single one.”
“Not I,” said the Sun; ‘“‘oh! no,
I would not treat an old tree so.”

“Who stole my beautiful leaves?”
Echoed the Poplar-tree;
“West-wind, South-wind,
thieves! ,
Find them, and bring them to me.” —
“Not I,” said the Rain; ‘oh! no,
T would not treat an old friend so;
I mixed the shades of green and of gold
For the Sun to use, and I always told
The little rain-drops
Which way to run,
But I did not take
A single one.”
“Not I,” said the Rain; “oh! no, .
I would not treat an old tree so.”

look for the

“O Maple, Willow, and Oak,
No one stole your beautiful leaves;”
West-wind, South-wind, pitying said;
‘“North-wind, Frost, Sun, are not thieves;
They are dead, the Snow-flakes say;
I tell the tale another way:
Waiting in silence under the snow,
Are the souls of the leaves that shall upward
grow :
In the resurrection
Of the spring;

When violets bloom

And robins sing,
And new life your heart receives, gem
To your arms will spring the beautiful leaves!’,



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gunday Syehools.

ZOHNNIE is ‘‘going on to nine years old,” and being asked by his
teacher to write a “piece” on the benefits of Sunday-schools gave
the following views:

Benneyfit. Sunday-sckools is a grate benneyfit to children’s
fathers and mothers. It gives ’m peace and happyness. Every
Sunday mornin’ my pa and ma gets up late coz pa is always tired
Sundays. After breakfast pa always says, come hussel round
children and go to Sunday-sckool, for pa is tired and wants a
little piece and rest Sundays. Then pa goes and lays down on the sofy and
smokes and reads papers all the forenoon. Ma she sees to getting dinner, for
pa says he must have a good dinner on Sunday anyway. Ma has to take
care of the baby too,-for the hired gal is a cathlick and says she won't stay
home from church fer nobody, and ma being a protestan has to mind her.

Benneyfit 2. Sunday-sckools save children’s pas and mas from going to
church. One day the minister was up to our house and he told pa and ma
they ort to go to church. And pa says O, I always send all my children to
Sunday-sckool, and guess that will have todo. And so ma and pa don’t go to
church but ma says she would like to.

Benneyfit 3. Sunday-sckools saves children’s payrents a great deal of
money. When the minister told pa he ort to help pay the church expenses,
pa said, O I give my children a nickel a piece every Sunday to take to
Sunday-sckool. But the minister said, yes, but the children gets it all back
again in cards and books and picnics and Krismas trees. And pa said, well,
it is all I can afford.

Benneyfit 4. Sunday-school saves the big boys-and girls from going to
church. When the boys get big enuf to smoke and to not mind their pas then
they stop going to’ Sunday-sckool. Only they go to church some nites when
the girls go along, and then they all sit in back seats and chew gum. My pa
told Jim, my big brother, that he ort to go to church reglar. But Jim said
there aint no need of my going mor’n there is of your going. I have as much
rite to stay at home as you have. But pa said he was tired on Sundays. Pa
keeps a store, but every day he says times is SO. hard . he don’t sell, much
and don’t. have much to do. —

Benneyfit. 5. . Sunday- -sckools - do « a | great deal ak good to. ‘children, If
it warnt for: them ‘they woulda’t know nothing. ° Fer their’ payrents haint got
no time to teach em. Children learn songs and verses and things. ‘If they


go reglar and don’t miss they get big pay for learning to be goed. But
when I ama little bigger I am going to do as pa does and stay at home Sun-
days, and smoke and read the papers and have some of ma’s big dinners.
Ma gets awfully tired too all. the time, and would like to have a little rest.
But then ma is a woman, and pa says it is her duty to betired. Iam glad I

ain’t a woman.

Benneyfit 6. There is a great many more benneyfits to Sunday-sckools

but I don’t know any more.

WG

i

Ghe @ootblack’s @hristmas.

’'M rich! I’ve got a dollar all my own
To spend for Crismus—b’en a-save-
in’ some
Since Fourth July, a little at a time
Doin’ odd jobs, an’ swearin’ off on gum.
An’ now what shall I spend it fer? My stars!
The show-cases is full an’ heapin’ up
With presents fer to give the folks you like;
There’s Mamie now—she'd like a chiny cup.
I know she would—poor'little sickly thing!
She cried one day because she had to drink
Out o’ that mug that’s cracked like anything!
‘Yes, I'll buy that for her. Now le’mme
think—
That’s twenty cents, an’ I'll have eighty left,
An’ Billy’s crazy for a top to spin,
I'll get him one—that’s ten cents more—now
what,
I wonder, shall I buy for Jim?
I guess he’d like a jack-knife best of all—
I'll get one, an’ a good mouth organ too—
(Jim—he’s my pard—he’s got a crippled
foot,
An’ a drunken dad that beats him black an’
blue).






Now I’ve got forty left, and mother wants—

I know she does—a thimble—her’n is old

An full o’ holes, and bent all out o’ shape—

I wish I could get one of solid gold/

That wouldn’t be half good enough for her.

Not if twas edged with diamonds all around,

Best mother ever lived—-I tell you what

The’ ain’t many kids so lucky’s me, I’m
bound!

Now, I’ve got twenty left—Ill buy some
gum

An’ candy ’n popcorn an’ some apples too,

An’ I'll be Santa Claus, an’ have some fun

A fillin’ stockin’s Crismus eve—tell you

Th’ ain’t no picnic in this livin’ world

That’s half so jolly as the one there’ll be

When all the kids come shiverin’ round the
stove

On Crismus mornin’, when they come to see

Them stuffed-out stockin’s hangin’ on the
wall,

Oh, Zow Tl holler “Merry Crismus” then!

How s'prised they'll be! Yes, Merry Crismus
all!

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®eath of Old Charlie.

RANDPA BROWN had invited little May and her papa and

mamma to visit him New Year’s Day. Little May was so
delighted when papa and mamma said they would go.
She looked longingly forward to the day, and not the least
of her enjoyment was the thought that she would have such
a jolly, jolly ride. Grandpa Brown lived some twenty miles
away, and as there were no cars they would have to go
with a horse and sleigh.

May’s papa had a large, bay horse, which was called Old Charlie. He
was kind and gentle and May and her mamma could drive him anywhere. As
there was plenty of snow on the ground, and the roads were well broken, papa
said they would drive over the day before New Year.

The day came, bright and sunny. May was so excited she could hardly
eat her breakfast. When her papa came in from the barn, he said Old Charlie
did not seem well, and if he had another horse he would let Old Charlie rest, as
he did not think him fit to drive. May’s face grew cloudy, and she said: “Oh,
papa, do go!” So her papa concluded that they would start. After breakfast
the horse was brought round, and May and her parents climbed into the sleigh,
the robes were drawn snugly around them, and they started off. On the road
to Grandpa’s they must cross quite a river, but as the ice was frozen hard and
teams were crossing, there was no danger there. Old Charlie went along rath-
er slowly, but he bid fair to get them to Grandpa’s before noon. When they
reached the river, they plainly saw that the horse was very tired. He seemed
scarcely able to walk, but as it was only a few miles further, they urged him on,
when he slipped on the ice and fell, as we see him in the picture. They all got
out. May and her mamma stood looking at him, while papa cut the harness
and tried to get him up, but it was no use. Poor Old Charlie could never draw
another sleigh.

What to do papa did not know. There was no house in sight.. The day
had grown cold, and he could not leave May and her mamma there, so they left
poor Old Charlie and sleigh and started off on foot. After walking nearly a
mile they came to a house. May’s papa went in and told the good old farmer
who lived there that his horse had been taken sick and had died on the ice, and
that he was anxious to get to Mr. Brown’sas early as possible. The old farmer
said: ‘Well, well, well, this is too bad. But you can take one of my horses
and send it back to-morrow.” So papa and the farmer went back to the sleigh,
where they found everything safe. They took the harness off poor Old Charlie,
then cut a large hole in the ice, dragged him there, and buried him in the water.
Then they hitched the farmer's horse to the sleigh and went on. When they
teached the farmer’s house May and her mamma got in, and they all went on
to Grandpa’s. They reached there without any further accident, but May’s
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@eicket.

E have said elsewhere that foot-ball is the national game of
England; yet vieing with it in interest and exceeding it in
number of persons playing it is the game of “cricket.”
The origin of this game is lost in the past. The word
itself is foundin the Saxon language and means a “crooked
stick,” and old prints of the game now in existence show
that it was formerly played with a stick, quite crooked.. Its earlier English name
was “Handoute,” a title which is more significant than the present term.
In the first years of its existence it was played very rudely, but as far
back as 1740 it was looked upon as a fashionable sport, guarded by careful

rules, dignified by printed scores, and = —
possessing skillful exponents. To-day
it is played as freely as base-ball in our
own country, every town and hamlet
having its clubs, and in England no
school is complete without its private
cricket grounds.

Some attempt has been made to
introduce it into America, but so far it
has not met with large favor, yet every
large city has its cricket clubs, though
most of its players are Englishmen.

The game is played somewhat like
our own base-ball. The bat, instead of
being round, is flat and wide, thus giv-
ing the batter a tar better chance to hit
the ball. The game is played with
eleven men upon a side; two strikers
coming in at a time, one at each wicket,
and the object of the fielders is to dislodge them according to the rules of the
game. When a ball is hit, the striker, if he can reach the opposite wicket be-
fore the wicket is thrown down, scoresarun. This you will see is something
like the game of ‘Two old cat,” in which the batters change places when one
of them hits the ball; that one failing to reach his position before the ball is
returned being put out; it is the business of the fielders to stop and catch the
ball and return it to each of the wickets with all possible haste.


The ballitself must weigh not less than five and one-half nor more than
five and three-fourths ounces. It must measure not less than nine nor more
than nine and one-half inches around,

The bat must not exceed four and one-fourth inches in width nor more
than thirty-eight inches in length.

There are a great many rules governing the game but they are tecnnical,
and would be of but little use to us. The ball must be “bowled;” that is, it
must not be thrown either overhand or underhand. The game is one in which
good judgment and headwork are of great advantage.

It also requires good physical qualities, such as broad shoulders, stout
arms, quick legs, and a ready eye, to make it a success.






(Caerosse.

ACROSSE in its origin is an Indian game, being played by
them, especially in Canada, when this country was first dis-
covered. In its old simplicity whole tribes took part, each
brave carrying two curious looking sticks with which he caught,
stopped and threw the ball with wonderful skill. The squaws

aided ina way that enabled them to taste the sweets of authority, and gave an
opportunity to pay back some of the indignity heaped upon them by their
husbands and brothers, as it was their duty to attend the players and apply the
lash to the wearied or weak-hearted who lagged behind. For miles and miles
over the prairie the game went on, and fast and furious was the fun. The
game as played by the Indians was a simple one.as compared with its present
form. Then there were fewrules. Each man was a law unto himself, and
team work was unheard of. The game is played with twelve players on a side,
each armed with astick in the shape of a shepherd’s crook. Thestick is strung
from the crook half-way down the side with string usually made of strong
leather. This forms a net by which the ball is caught and thrown; in fact, the
ball must not be touched by the hand of a player during the game.

There is also a captain, who gives directions to his men, but who is not
allowed to interfere with the ball or carry a stick. The men are arranged and
named as follows: Goal-keeper, point, cover point, three defence fielders,
center fielder, three home fielders, outside home and inside home. The game
is started by the two center fielders kneeling in the center of the field facing the
opposing goals. Their sticks are laid flat upon the ground with the backs to
each other and the ball between the crooks. The umpire gives the command
to “Play!” and the fielders strive for the ball, the one getting it throwing it to his
side, where some one is ready to stop it, and then the fun begins. The object
is to get the ball past the opponents’ goal, which consists of two upright posts
six feet high and six feet apart. The goals are 120 feet apart. A score is
counted when the ball is driven through the goal, no matter whether it be done
by an opposing player or by the defence. The ball is about three-fourths the
size of a base-ball, is made of solid sponge rubber, and is a dangerous missile
in the hands of an inexperienced player. Each side is entitled to an umpire,
or referee, who is the sole judge of all points in dispute in his field, each ampire
being allotted one-half of the ground. No runner is allowed to wear spikes in his
shoes, as, at its best, the game is a dangerous one. Lacrosse has not gained
much of a foothold among the Americans, though nearly every large city has
its clubs. In Canada the game is played in its best form, and to the Canadians
it is what base-ball is to the Americans. A match game of lacrosse is the
occasion of a gala day among them and always draws crowds of admirers from
the surrounding towns. There is no doubt but lacrosse is one of the most
exciting games ever played, and always arouses the highest enthusiasm. If
properly handled it would be a success in the United States, though the fact
that it is not a game for amateurs has probably prevented its more rapid

introduction.
Gwo \Ways of Obeying.

ESSIE, dear, I want you to come in the house and amuse Baby
Paul a little while,” mamma called from the window.

“Oh, dear!” Bessie pouted, impatiently, throwing down
her hoop angrily; “I never havea nice time that I don’t have to
stop and mind baby. I think it’s too bad!” .

Baby did not find this little nurse very patient and pleas-
ant that afternoon. ;

He put his chubby fingers in his mouth and cooed and
laughed in his sweetest fashion, but Bessie would not play with
him; and presently he began to cry so hard that mamma had
to lay aside her work and soothe him.

Just about the same time Bessie’s cousin was called away
from her play to amuse her little sister. Though she was just

as fond of play as Bessie was, she laid aside her toys cheerfully and frolicked
with baby till she was in the best of good humors. When mamma was ready
to take baby she kissed her little daughter and said: ‘You have been my dear
little helper this morning, Mamie.”

Which way of obeying was the right way?



—MINNIE E. KENNEY.



M
ports of Sandwich |slanders.

WHE simple natives of the Sandwich Islands do not have as many
means of amusement as do the more favored people of greater
civilization, yet one who has been among them wonders at the



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contentment
which they get
out of life. Their
favorite sport is
swimming, and
they seem as
much at home in
the water as on
the land. Not
only the men but
the women as
well spend hours
ata time in the
surf of the ocean,
‘sporting like na-
‘tives of the deep.
From their in-
fancy children
play in the water
and early learn
to have no fear of it. Itawakens admiration to wit-
ness these little ones in the surf. Over and over
they go, rolling, tumbling, splashing, diving, in a
most merry mood. Boys of ten and twelve become
expert swimmers, and it appears to make but little
difference to the Sandwich Islander whether he is
in the water or on the land so far as locomotion is
concerned, By constant practice they are enabled
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they obtain many valuable things from the ocean which by those less expert
could be secured only by means of diving bells. They dive in the water from
heights that to others would seem very dangerous. So skillful do they be-
come at diving that if a piece of silver be cast into the water they will dive for
it and seize it before it reaches the bottom.

They undertake journeys to some of the neighboring islands or to some of
the distant parts of the same island, swimming the entire distance and perform-
ing their task with as much ease as we could walk the same distance by land

In all other parts of the world the man-eating shark fills bathers with ter-
ror. Not so with the Sandwich islanders. Armed with a knife and stick
sharpened at each end they boldly start out to meet this terror of the sea.
When the shark springs up to grasp its intended victim the native skillfully
thrusts this sharpened stick in its mouthand so prevents the shark from closing
its jaw. Then the islander plunges his knife into the shark and kills him at his
leigure. This sport would seem a dangerous one, but it does not lack excite-
ment, and the islander gets as much enjoyment out of it as does the lover of
hunting or fishing get from his favorite sport.

The first appearance of ships among these simple people filled them with
amusement. They gave them the name “Moku,” meaning “islands,” and see-
ing them moving about they looked upon them as living beings and remained
near them much of the time in the water.

The islanders seem to have no means of amusement upon the land.
Games, such as are often found among savages, are entirely wanting with them.
If pleasure is desired a plunge in the surf seems to meet their desires and they »

seek nothing further.
Ba ee Eee
Fa ol

@ Piddle for the \Writing-C@lass.

HERE'S a one-legged. elf in a
white rubber cap
That dances before yeu, or liesin
yonr lap;
Tho’ you say not a word, yet as quick asa
wink



This gay littke gad-about tells what you think,

He follows your fancy; he goes or he stops,
He scrambles or gambols, he glides or he
‘hops;

Tho’ loaded with lead, yet he hasn’t his
match;

The spry little skip-away “comes to the
scratch.”

‘If ever his words appear out of the way

Just collar him gently, but firmly, and say,

“Come, now you shall walk on your head,
little chap,

Till you rub out your work with your funny
white cap!”
Mh
Hh
a

a



@he f€ox and the {p)\orse.

PEASANT once had a faithful horse who had grown old and could
not serve his master any longer, and therefore he did not care to

"i provide him with food, so he said to him: “I really do not want

K\ you any more, for you are of no use to me, but if you can prove

your strength by bringing me a lion I will keep you as long as you

live; but now just walk out of my stable and go and make yourself a home in
the fields.”

The horse, feeling very sad, wandered away till he came to a wood, that
he might shelter himself under the trees in bad weather. A fox met him and
said: “Friend, why do you hang your head and look so lonely?” |

“Ah,” replied the horse, “my master has forgotten for how many years I
have served him and borne him safely from place to place, and now that | am
unable to plough any longer he will not provide me with food and has sent me
away. He told me that if 1 was strong enough to bring him a lion he would
take me back and keep me, but he knows very well that I could not possibly
do that.” , .

Then said the fox: “Don’t be down-hearted, I can help you; sojust lie down
here, stretch yourself out as if you were dead, and do not move.”

The horse did as the fox desired, while the fox went to a lion, not far off,
and said to him: “Yonder lies a dead horse; come with me and you can have a
good feast.”

The lion went with him, but when they reached the spot the fox said:
“You cannot make a meal comfortably here. I'll tell you what I will do; I will
tie the horse on to you by the tail, and then you can drag him to your den and
consume him at your leisure.”
The lion was pleased with this advice; he placed himself near the horse
and stood quite still to enable the fox to tie the tail securely. But in doing so
he contrived to twist it round the lion’s legs so tightly that with all his strength
he could not move them. Then the fox struck the horse on the shoulder and

cried: ‘Gee up, old horse, gee up. «

Up sprang the horse and started off at full speed, dragging the lion with
him. As they dashed through the wood the lion began to roar, and roared so

loud that all the birds flew away in a fright.
dragged him along over field and me

the master saw him ‘he said to him:
food and shelter as long as you live.”

But the horse let him roar, and
adow to his master’s door. As soon as

“You shall now stay with me and have

sw ee vy he
se ~~

| Ghe Giant \Mho

N a little Scotch kitchen, with raft-
ers above,
And the wide open fire-place that
grandmothers love,
The kettle was making a terrible din—
Would you guess that a giant was prisoned
within?



No one knew what he said; no one heeded
the noise;

People don’t when they live in a house full
of boys,

And, with grandma asleep, and James onthe
settle,

Small wonder they heard not the voice in

the kettle.

“Ym a giant imprisoned!” the cry came
again,
“J have strength for the work of a million
of men.
Your ships I will carry, your carriages draw!”
(Jamie looked in surprise, but no giant he
saw).



\Panted to \Worke.

“can print all your books, and your cloth I
could weave;

Your grain I will grind, if you'll but give me
leave;

Great weights I can lift, as you- quickly will
see,

Only give me more room. Come, my lad,
set me free!”

Just then grandma awoke, and she cried:
“Lazy thing,

Have you nothing to do but hear the kettle
sing?”

But he answered her gently, and told her his
plan—

More room for the giant to do all he can.

Just a dream? No, indeed! You will own it
was not
When I tell you the name of the lad was
James Watt.
’Twas the giant who’s working for you and
’ for me;
Aren’t you glad that he listened, and then
set him free?

—By S, E. EASTMAN.
Polo.

LTHOUGH polo is only a new game in this country, it origi-

nated many centuries ago in Japan. It was first played in the

United States in the year 1874, coming from England here.

While it has not spread rapidly, it isa game that will stay with

us. Itis not agame for the masses for the reason that not every

one can afford to play it. The game requires plenty of leisure

and plenty of money, to say nothing of pluck, endurance and agility. The

latter qualities will be worth nothing if the first two are lacking, and for that
reason it will always be a game for the few.

There is no game, however, which is more interesting to spectators than
agameof polo. To play the game properly, the players must all be mounted,
and you can imagine, perhaps, some of the excitement aroused by a number of
mounted players rushing hither and thither over the field, each armed with a
long stick or crook, and intent upon the game. The horses add not a little to
the interest. The skill and intelligence shown by trained polo horses is wonder-
ful indeed. To judge by their actions they really enter into the game and play
it with vim and interest. To play polo properly each player must have two or
three horses. It-is this feature which makes it so expensive. The rules re-
quire that the horse used in the game must be small. This has been done to
prevent the game from becoming too dangerous. Then, too, the smaller the
horse the nearer the rider is to the ground, and hence the better chance he
has to display his skillin the game. Perhaps more attention is given to the
selection of the ponies than to anything else. It is necessary that the pony be
not only well trained, but that he be hardy and intelligent, and above all he
must “mind the bit.” A great many of the best polo ponies received their first
training in herding cattle, for the fact that good herding ponies are very easily
converted into good polo ponies. They come from the plainsof Wyoming,
Indian Territory, Texas, etc.

The game is played something like lacrosse. The ballis placed upon the
ground, and at a given signal the opposing parties make a rush for it. The
successful one throws it into the territory of the opponents, and then the
scramble is free for all. The goals are placed quite a distance apart, and
when the ball is put past the opponent’s goal a score is counted. The
game is found mostly in eastern states. It is indeed a magnificent sight to
see a pony going at full speed, the rider dexterously catching the ball with his
crook, and hurling it far away. Thena rush is made for it by all the players,

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A GAME OF POLO,
as is done in foot-ball. Notwithstanding the fact that the game is played on
horseback and seems so dangerous, but few accidents occur. This is due to
the superior skill and training of the players and horses.

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Ghe Old Grandfather's Corner.

NCE upon a time there was a very old man who lived with his
son and daughter-in-law. His eyes were dim, his knees tot-
tered under him when he walked, and he was very deaf. As
he sat at table, his hand shook so that he would often spill the
soup over the table-cloth, or on hisclothes, and sometimes even

he could not keep it in his mouth whenit got there. His son and daughter
were so annoyed to see his conduct at the table that at last they placeda chair
for him in a corner behind the screen, and gave him his meals in an earthen-
ware basin, quite away from the rest. He would often look sorrowfully at the
table, with tears in his eyes, but he did not complain.

One day, thinking sadly of the past,
the earthenware basin, which he could 2
scarcely hold in his trembling hands, fell to =
the floor and was broken. The young wife
scolded him well for being so careless, but he did not reply, only sighed deeply. Then
she bought him a wooden bowl for a penny,
and gave him his meals in it.

Some days afterward his son and
daughter saw their little boy, who was
about four years old, sitting on the ground
and trying to fasten together some pieces
of wood.

“What are you making, my boy?”
asked his father.

“Tam making a little bowl for papa
and mamma to eat their food in when I
grow up,” he replied.

The husband and wife looked at each other without speaking for some
minutes. At last they began to shed tears, and went and brought their old
father back to the table, and from that day he always took his meals with them,
and was never again treated unkindly. ; ;


























, see that pretty moss!
t is like a star!”

It was clinging to a
rock by the sea-shore.
It was not moss, but an animal.

“Tt is a sea-star, Nellie, or a
star-fish, as some people call it.
Take it in your hand. You will
not be hurt.”

“Why, Uncle John, he is all
legs. Where are his eyes and
nose?”

“The sea-star has neither eyes, nose, nor ears, Nellie.
In fact he has no head at all. Those little feelers on what

you call his legs are really all the legs and arms he has.
His mouth and stomach are all the same.”

“Oh, how funny!”

“Yes, he is a curious animal. When he has finished one meal some of
those little arms sweep his stomach clean, and then he is ready for another.”

“And what does he have to eat?”

“Well, Miss Nellie, he is as fond of oysters as you are. Though he seems
so feeble, the strongest shell-fish cannot escape him. He sends a poisonous
juice through the valves of the oyster, which makes him open his shell. Then
the sea-star has a fine feast!”

“The wicked creature!”

“Yes, the oyster fishermen are no friends of the star-fish. But he makes
a pretty ornament when dried. Do you want to take him home?”

“T am afraid of being poisoned.”

“T will tell you what to do. Place him in this little wooden box. I will
bore some holes in it. Then put him down over anant’snest. They will
prepare him nicely for you. His poison does not harm the ants. Perhaps
there are ant doctors who cure them.”





































































,

—KuHAM.


eyomething G\bout Spiders.

f NE afternoon Cora came running to her Aunt Sarah and said,
“Oh, Auntie, there is the funniest thing in the window I ever
saw. Do come and see what it is.”

‘Where is it, Cora?” said Aunt Sarah.

“In the parlor window, and I am sure it was not there yester-
day! I never saw anything like it before, and I want you to
come and see it too.” So Aunt Sarah went with Cora to the

window,and there, sure
enough, was the object
of Cora’s surprise, and
what do you think it
was? Only a spider's
web.

Aunt Sarah was a
neat housekeeper, and
did not like to see a
spider's web in her
window, so she said;
“Oh, my! Cora, run
and get the broom so
that we can sweep it
down. I don’t want
anyspider’swebaround
the house.”

“But what is a
spiders web, Aunt
Sarah?” asked Cora.

“A spider's web,
child, is something that
aspider makes to catch |
flies.”

“But how does it
put it in the window,
Aunt Sarah?” asked
Cora. 5: :

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interested in the web that Aunt Sarah thought it a good opportunity to tell
‘her something about spiders, so seating herself in an easy chair and drawing
Cora to her knee, she said:

“And would my little girl like to know something about spiders?”

“Yes, indeed, Aunt Sarah,’ said Cora. ‘I should like to know how they
build those funny little things. They look just like lace, don’t they?”

“Yes,” said Aunt Sarah. “‘A spider’s web does look something like lace, and
the threads from which they are spun are as fine as those of any lace you ever
saw.

“But how did the spider make his web in the window?” said Cora.

“The spider,” said Aunt Sarah, “spins his web from material which he car-
ries in his body. The spider picked out this place to weave the web. Crawl-
ing along the window, he fastened a single thread to the wall; then dropped

downward, spinning a singlethread as he dropped. After going some little dis-
tance he began to swing back and forth, farther and farther each time, until
he finally reached the wall. Clinging to this he fastened the thread there, so
you see he then had arope upon which to travel back and forth. Starting from
another point, he wove another thread, and dropped down until he reached this
“rope, or could reach it by swinging. So he worked until he had a large number
of these single threads, which form the framework of his web. These threads
all cross at some point. Using this asa centre, he worked round and round
until he finished the thicker part which you see in the centre. His hope was
that some fly might be caught in the meshes of the web, and be held there
until he could devour it. The spider’s web is a wonderful piece of work.

“Think, Cora, how strong these little threads must be to support the weight
of the spider as he swings back and forth. But get the broom now, and we
will sweep it away.” Cora got the broom, but not with very good grace. She
was much interested in the spider’s web, and it was with sorrow that she saw
Aunt Sarah sweep it to the floor.


he fairies (all.

RANDMA, there are lots of fairies where we live, for I have
heard them laugh and sing and play in the moonlight. You
know we have no dreary winters where my fairies live; no cold,
white snow covers the pretty, green grass, the wind is not
chilly, and the flowers never die; the leaves never turn brown,

@ nor are the trees ever bare, and the birds sing all the year
round. The fairies are perfectly happy, for, of course, they could not live
without flowers, birds, and moonlight.

Sometimes, when the moon is so bright, it makes me think it is time to get
up. I go to the window and listen. The wind that comes from where the sun
has gone to bed begins to sing just like the organinchurch. First the fire-flies
and the glow-worms light up the fairy ball-room, until the lovely pine-woods

look like the place God makes the stars in. Then the grasshoppers and crick-
ets, bugs and bees begin to: tune up their horns and fiddles, while some of the
birds join in the fairies’ orchestra. “One funny old bird keeps tap-tapping on
an old tree and thinks he is playing the drum. A pretty black-bird, with a red
breast and yellow wings, has a flageolet; the other instruments are all taken
by the mocking-bird, and whenever he sings, or plays, a solo, everybody hushes
to listen. There is a chorus of voices, too, one big bird singing quite distinct-
ly the words ‘‘Ever more, ever more,” and the other birds sing out whenever
they have a chance.

- After the band are all in their places, the leat -dids and katy-didn’ts begin
scolding, and making the fairies hurry up; soon they begin to tiptoe, tiptoe o over
the grass, making ready for dancing and ring-around-a-rosy.

The old owl is floor-manager, and he says: “To which, to who, to which,
to who?”

Another bird, who wants to help manage, says: ‘ Choose Will’s widow!
choose Will’s widow!” while everybody looks at a pretty little fairy, all in
green and gold, with the tiniest little feet, standing pouting ata little boy fairy,
who is teasing her, and I can just hear her say:



“ Blow, breezes, blow,

Let Colin’s hat go;

O’er hills and dale let it be whirled,

Till I get my hair all curled and curled.”

Then a bird sings out loud, “ Whip-poor-will! whip-poor-will!” and every-
body turns to look at a boy fairy, who is naughty and cross, because hecan not
have the first chance to dance with the pretty widow; the bugs and beetles
begin to scold, and say:
“Huzzy, huzzy, huzzy;”
some others answer:
“Busy, busy, busy;” the
ball seems in danger of
breaking up in a quarrel,
until the cricket sings out
loud: “Cheer up, cheer up,
cheer up,” and the dance
begins.

The big spider over in
an old tree-top is the fairies’
spinner; his wheel goes:

Whiz, whiz, whirl, whirl,

Lo, and behold

Reel away, reel away,
Straw into gold.









G. The fairies’ pretty dresses are made of his gold and
i silver threads; they sparkle and glisten so, as they dance,
that my eyes are dazzled by looking at them.
Well, grandma, they dance and dance till they're tired,
i i 7 then they have supper; eating violets and
: lily-bells, and drinking dew-drops from
| acorn-cups. They are so merry with their
laughing and_ singing,
that some little bunnies,
who have not gone to
bed, scamper away
home to tell their mam-
mas; the quail wake up
i and call: ‘““Bob White,
ot Bob White,” and that
| | starts the squirrels, who
/ chatter: “Chestnut,
abes chestnut, they'll eat ‘em
all up!” Jennie Wren, who was taking a nap with her head under her wing,
says: “ Tweet, tweet;” the fairies, startled by all this noise, run away home,






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except a few, who have drank too much dew-drop. Anold robin flies round
mocking them with the words: “Kill ’em, cure em, physic; kill’em, cure ’em,
physic.” Then I know it is morning, and creep shivering to bed. As I nestle
in my pillow, I hear the turkey hens say: “I’m up, up,” and the old gobbler
answers: ‘Talk, talk, talk, gabble, gabble, gabble,” and this is why I slept so

late in the morning.

With a single eye,
She always does my bidding
Very faithfully;
But she eats me no meat,
And she drinks me no drink,
A very clever servant, as you well may think.



Another little servant
On my finger sits,
She the one-eyed little servant
Very neatly fits;
But she eats me no meat,
And she drinks me no drink,
A very clever servant, as you well may think.

Now, one more little servant,
Through the single eye,
Does both the other's bidding
Very faithfully;
But she eats me no meat,
And she drinks me no drink,
A very clever servant, as you well may think.

A needle and a thimble,
And a spool of thread,
Without the fingers nimble,
And the knowing head,
They would never make out,
If they tried the whole day,
To sew a square of patchwork, as you well

may say.
—Mary J. JAcquzs,





hilt,
He must manage a train, though it
be of chairs,
He must beat a drum, he must hunt for
bears;
In fact, his highest ambition and plan,
His dearest wish, is to be a man.

But many a boy is unmanly to-day

Because there are so many “ifs” in the
way;

He scorns this “if,” and he frowns at that,

He shirks his lesson to wield a bat;

And so he will go, as best he can,

From youth to old age without being a man.

Oh, there are so many “ifs” in the road
That leads to manhood’s highest abode!
Kindness, purity, courage and truth,
Stumbling-blocks these to many a youth,
For he who will not make these his own,
Can never reach manhood’s glorious throne.

So who would be manly should keep in mind
He must ever be gentle, and brave, and kind,
Obedient always to Right’s fair laws,

A brother to every noble cause;

Thus shall he serve God’s cherished plan,
And come to the stature of a man.

~Emma C. Down.


Ghe Strife of Seasons.

a} PRING, Summer, Autumn, and Winter once had a great quarrel
| with each other. Each one wished to be considered the best
and to possess more attractions than the other; but they
wished especially to push Winter away because he wore an
ugly dress, and they thought he could be pleasing to no
one. This troubled Winter very much, and looked very
enviously at the others. He saw how the good Lord had
clothed Spring in a green dress, adorned with the most beautiful buds and
flowers, so that all the birds came back again and sang their songs to him, and
the sun came out every day from behind the clouds and smiled kindly at him.

He saw Summer, too, with the warm sun which ripened the strawberries
and cherries, with the beautiful clover and corn-fields, and the reapers with
their merry songs. Hesaw how Autumn, with its purple grapes, its red-cheeked
apples and pears, was kindly greeted by everybody; how everything rejoiced
and received with gratitude the gifts which Autumn so richly offered. When, »
however, Autumn passed away the Winter came with his gray dress, then the ©
swallows and other birds flew away. No bird wished to sing asong to Winter,
no flower to bloom for him; and the sun came very seldom from behind the
clouds.

This made Winter so unhappy that he wept bitterly for many days, so that
his tears fell down upon the earth. When the good God saw this he said to
Winter: “Do not weep. Why are you so mournful? Look into the houses,
and see how cosily the people sit together, and how mothers tell their children
stories of the dear Christ-child, whom you bring to them.”

Then Winter quickly dried his tears, and noticed for the first time what he
had entirely overlooked in his grief. Soon God gave him a white garment, in
- which he looked more cheerful. Children ran quickly out in the snow, sleds
were drawn out, snowballs were thrown, a snow man was made, and there were
joy and gladness everywhere. When Christmas came and the lovely trees were
hung with so many beautiful things, the children called loudly: ““Welike Winter
best, because he brings us the dear Christ-child.”. And Winter rejoiced with
them, for he had learned to know that he had received much that could give
pleasure to others, and all the seasons thanked God for his love.

—Miss Lucy WHEELOCK,
@hased by Savages.

ee AWRENCE NORTON was a young man of twenty-two. He
had finished his education, and was desirous of seeing ‘‘some-
thing of the world,” as he expressed it. His uncle, who wasa
large ranchman in Montana, had frequently written Lawrence,
urging that he visit the west and make his home there. Law-
rence was anxious to go, and in a few short weeks found himself
safe in his uncle’s home.

The house in which his uncle lived was not such as Lawrence
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change to him, and the
wildand free life which he
led there was so pleasant |
that he thought he should
like always to remain.

On his uncle’s ranch
were many hundreds of
horses and of cattle. Only
a few days after his ar-
rival his uncle presented B=.
him with a fine horse and| Af
saddle and told him to
make the most of it. Day |
after day Lawrence went }
out to help herd the cat-
tle. On one occasion, he &
thought he would ride to
the hills some distance A RACK FOR LIFR.
away and explore them. His horse was fresh, and he galloped rapidly forward.
The air was bracing and Lawrence felt every nerve thrill with life and vigor.
Reaching the hills he dismounted, and, staking out his horse, he started out on
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Like every other herdsman, he carried his trusty rifle with him. s As he
reached the summit of a little hill he saw a band of Indians encamped in the
vale below him. Lawrence thought it would be great fun to send a rifle ball
over their heads and terrify them. He did not think of the danger there would:
be in such a course for himself, so, raising his rifle to his shoulder, he fired in
the direction of the encampment. No sooner was the gun discharged than
the Indians sprang to their feet in great commotion. They ran hither and.
thither, gathered their arms together, and hastily mounted their ponies. Then
_ Lawrence realized what he had done. Hisown horse was some distance away,
and the Indians were coming in the direction from which the gun had been
fired. Lawrence ran rapidly to the spot where he had left his horse, and
reached him none too soon. As he was mounting, the Indians appeared on the
summit of the hill, and seeing him, at once gave chase. Then began a race
for life. Lawrence knew that if he fell into the hands of the Indians there was
little hope forhim. He had had no time to reload his gun, and so was unable
to defend himself. He urged his gallant steed to the utmost, and started off
across the plains, hoping that he might escape them. But the ponies of the
Indians were fresh, and although Lawrence had some rods the start, yet he felt
that there was but little hope of escape. Knowing that his gun was of no use
to him, and that it added so much weight to his horse, he threw it away.
Then he threw away his coat and hat, and sped onward.

For miles and miles they raced. At one time the Indians were close upon
him, but his horse seemed to know that life depended on his efforts, and that
another mile would bring him within reach of assistance. So springing for-
ward with renewed vigor, he soon placed a safe distance between him and his
pursuers. Lawrence reached his companions badly frightened, and it was with
difficulty that he could tell them of his escape. Although they rejoiced that
Lawrence had gotten off unharmed, yet none of them felt like blaming the
Indians for chasing a man who, without any cause whatever, had fired upon
them.



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HERE was once a poor farmer who owned a small field of corn. He

had planted and cultivated it with great care, for it was all he could
AAS depend upon for the support of his large family. The little blades of
corn had come up, but the ground was parched and dry for the want of rain.
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rain drops up in the sky saw him, and one said to the other, “Look at that poor
farmer, he looks so sad and discouraged, I do wish that I could help him.”
“What would you do,” said the other; “you are only one little rain drop you
could not even wet one hill of corn?” “True,” said the other, ‘‘but, then I
could go and cheer hima little. I believe I'll try. So here I go,” and dbwen
went the little rain drop, and fell on the farmer’s nose. ‘Dear me!’ said the
farmer, ‘I do believe we are going tohave a shower—I’m so glad!”
No sooner had the first rain drop left, than the other said, “Well, if you
go, I believe I’ll go too.” So down came the second little rain drop and fell on
a hill of corn by the farmer's feet.

By this time another rain drop said to his companions, as they came to-
gether: ‘‘What is this I hear about going to cheer some poor farmer—that isa
good errand, I believe I'll go too.” “And I, and I, and I,” said the others. So
they all went—faster, and faster they came, till the whole field was watered,
and the corn grew and ripened, all because one little rain drop did what it could,
which encouraged many others to do the same.

Dear friends, that is just what our mission bands in the churches are try-

ing to do.
A BOery Odd Girl.

She cares for baby brother;

She fashions balls and kites for Nate,
And runs for tired mother,
“She’s just.as odd as odd can be!”

¢|N school she ranks above her mates,
And wins the highest prizes;

bi) She bounds correctly all the states,
And tells what each one’s size is;



In class she will not prompt a friend,
For she doesn’t believe in telling;
She heeds the rules from end to end,

And never fails in spelling.
“She’s just as odd as odd can be!”
Say all the school of Esther Lee.

She keeps her room as neat as wax,
And laughs at Peter’s mockings;

She mends Priscilla’s gloves and sacques,
And darns the family stockings;

She dusts the sitting-room for Kate,



Say all at home of Esther Lee.

For little, crippled Mary Betts
She saves her brightest pennies;

She never, never, sulks or frets
T£ she doesn’t beat at tennis;

With happy words she is sure to greet
Children in lowly by-ways;

She guides unsteady, aged feet
Across the bustling highways.
“She’s just as odd as odd can be!”
Say all the town of Esther Lee.




fOoot-Hall, 7 S

&> HE origin of foot-ball is lost in the past. In the days when the
I Greeks were writing text-books to distress the youth of the
19th century the Grecian boys played foot-ball, but not as we
see it to-day. All that we know was that the ball used was
an inflated bladder, and that it could be touched only by
the foot. Ata later day the Romans adopted the game, and
added the feature of seizing and carrying the ball. From the
Romans it was introduced into Great Britain, where it has long
been the national game. In fact, the interest of the American people in the
game of base-ball is insignificant ascompared to the interest the English people
take in foot-ball. In 1175 one wfiter mentions it as ‘‘a game much indulged in
by young men after dinner.” In the 14th century Edward III. and Richard II.
made it a crime to play foot-ball, in the hope that the young men would pay
more attention to archery. Ata later date James I. objected to the game on
account of its roughness, and in forbidding his sons to play it he said that the
“game was meeter for laming than making able the users thereof.” And,
indeed, there is good ground for his objection to it. Early in the present
century in England Shrove Tuesday was recognized as foot-ball day. Every-
body played it, old and young, men, women and children, and it is indeed
amusing to read of the precautions that were taken to prevent accidents. The.
people living near the grounds barricaded their doors and put heavy shutters
against the windows. As the ball itself could not be dangerous, we are forced
to conclude that the trouble was entirely with the players. Imagine, if you
can, several hundred and even thousands of people scrambling, running, push-
ing, jumping, falling over one another, in wild pursuit of the ball, anxious only
to send it out of reach again by a vigorous kick! Imagine, too, several balls
flying about in the same field! Think of the collision between two groups of
players! What aturmoil must haveensued! Surely the opportunity for elbows.
to burst through windows, for sensitive shins to come in contact with mis-
directed toes, for clumsy bodies to tumble to the earth and be tramped upon by »
the crowd was great indeed! This festival disappeared some time between 1825.
and 1830. Fora quarter of a century after that the game was played mostly in
academies. The famous school of Rugby made a game of its own, and, by the
way, should any of our readers desire an account of the excitement of a foot-ball
game, we know of none better than that given in “Tom Brown at Rugby.”
The game at the present time is played with eleven men ona side. The


field must be 330 feet long by 160 feet in width, the goal posts placed at the
end 18% feet apart, and the cross-bars ten feet from the ground. There are
two sets of rules governing the game. Inone the ball cannot be touched except
by the foot, which is far less dangerous than the other one, and, on the other
hand, far less exciting than the one in which the player is allowed to seize the
ball and run with it, in which scrimmages are common. The game is in favor
with all who love vigorous and manly sports. The training it offers is highly
valuable from a physical standpoint. Undoubtedly one reason why foot-ball
has less popularity in America than in England is due to the fact that its season
is short. Contests in America are mostly between college teams. The game
is, however, growing in importance, and a college championship contest always
draws large crowds. The men are divided into seven rushers, one quarter
back, two half backs and one full back. The players must possess agility,
strength, endurance and pluck, and perhaps in no other game does swift run-
ning count as much as in this.



@€A Boy's Gssay on @obaceo.

OBACCO grows something like cabbage, but I never saw one
cooked. I have heard men say that cigars that was given them
election day for nothing was mostly cabbage leaves. Tobacco
stores are mostly kept by wooden Injuns, who stand at the door
and fool little boys by offering them a bunch of cigars which is
glued into the Injuns’ hands, and is made of wood also. I tried
to smoke a cigar once, and I felt like Epsom salts. Tobacco was
invented by a man named Walter Raleigh. When the people
first saw him smoking they thought he was asteamboat, and were
frightened. My sister Nancy isagirl. I don’t know whether she

‘EY likes tobacco or not. There is a young man named Leroy who
comes to see her. I guess she likes Leroy. He was standing on the steps one
night, and he had a cigar in his mouth, and he said he didn’t know as she would
like it, and she said: “Leroy, the perfume is agreeable.” But when my big
brother Tom lighted his pipe, Nancy said: ‘Get out of the house, you horrid
creature; the smell of tobacco makes me sick.” Snuff is Injun meal made out
of tobacco. I took a little snuff once, and then I sneezed.




black eyes, and feet that looked as if they might have corns
on them. They dressed alike, too, in lovely green coats and
hoods edged with red. Their woiges were not at all sweet, but
they loved to sing, and never seemed to mind if people did
laugh.

They lived in a cigar store, where they were often spoken
to and given pieces of candy or sugar.

They liked to be talked to and admired, but if anybody tried to touch
them they would scratch or bite.

This seems very naughty, but Polly and Patty were not little giris, but
parrots.

Mr. Peters, the man who kept the store, bought them of a sailor. They
could only speak Spanish then, but they soon learned English. As they were
very tame he did not keep them ina cage, but let them perch on a pair of
large deer-horns near the front of the store. They never tried to get away,
but would say, ‘‘How do you do? Glad to see you!” when any one came in,
and ‘‘Good-by! come again,” when they went.

One day Mrs. Peters, who was a very prim old lady, thought she would
take Patty home with her, as she was often very lonesome. But Patty missed
Polly so much that she would not talk at all, She moped on her perch all
day, with her feathers ruffled up.
An old friend of Mrs. Peters called to see her.

She was French, and

could not speak very good English. She tried to tell about the old fat poodle

she had had so many years,

and that had just died. She cried as she talked,
and Patty must have thought it very funny,

for she opened her beady eyes

and straightened up to listen. In a few moments she began to imitate the

French lady—sniffing and sobbing, and saying,

“Mon poor Flore! So sweet dog i

in the same broken English:

Prim Mrs. Peters was very much shocked at Patty. She was alarmed for
fear her friend would be offended, so she took a piece of green baize and threw

it over the naughty bird, thinking that in the dark she would be quiet.

And

so she was; for some time she did not make a sound; but all the time she was
pecking and pulling at the baize until she had made a hole large enough for

her bill and one eye.

Then she cried out, “Hooray!” in loud tones, and at once

began to sniffle and sob and talk about “poor Flore” more than ever.
Mrs. Peters hurried her into another room. She sent her back to the
cigar store the next morning, where Polly welcomed her back by cackling like

a hen.

But the French lady has never liked Mrs. Peters since, nor does Mrs.

Peters like parrots.

—CLARA G. DOLLIVER,

3.2 —

Ghorn of Pris Cocks.

PLACED my boy in the barber’s chair,
To be shorn of his ringlets gay;
And soon the wealth of his golden hair
On the floor in a circle lay.

Twas a trifling thing of daily life,
And to many unworthy of thought—
Too small a theme ’mid the toil and strife
Of this world’s changing lot.

But the ringing out of the cruel shears
To my heart-strings caused a pang,
For they changed the child of my hope and
fears
With the scornful tune they sang.

My thoughts were bent on the little cap,
‘And the curls that round it twined

Like golden clasps with which to trap
The sunbeam and the wind.

No more I shall see those flying curls,
And my homeward steps I wend;

Another stage of his life unfurled,
Where youth and childhood blend.

So when from his chair he stepped at
length,
He stood, with his artless smile,
Like Samson shorn of his locks of strength
By Delilah’s treacherous wile.

Thus one by one will vanish away
The charms of his childish life,

And each bring nearer his manhood’s day,
With its scenes of toil and strife.

God grant that my lease of life may last
Through his changing years of youth;

Till the danger rapids of life are passed
And a Samson stands in truth.




their door every morning, or can get it by simply calling at
the post-office, ever think of the way in which letters and
papers were carried across the continent before railroads were
built there ?Up to the year 1867 the only means of carrying
mail from the Mississippi River to the coast was by means
of coaches, or horsemen. The stage coaches of those days were very
largeand strong, as they needed to be to stand the rough usage which
they received. They were drawn by six horses and traveled at a rapid
rate; about every fifteen miles were relays—as they were termed—
that is, horses were kept at these points, and when the coach dashed
up with its six foaming steeds, fresh horses were attached, and the
‘ coach went on tothe next post. These coaches carried not only mail,
valuable packages, but passengersas well. The coach would carry twenty pas-
sengers very comfortably inside and out. The route lay through a country full
_ of savages and the stage was frequently attacked by them. At such times
driver and passenger knew that they could expect no mercy and fierce battles
often ensued. The coach, however, contained a guard of armed men to pro-
tect the passengers from the savages, yet in many instances this was not suffi-
cient, and oftentimes nota single passenger escaped to tell the story.

It was my lot once to ride on the overland coach from Omaha to Denver.
‘We had but about two days journey before us, and we were all congratulating
ourselves upon our good fortune in having escaped the savages so far. The driver
was asilent man, somewhat past middle age, and seemed to have but little to
say; his whole attention seemed to be directed to his steeds. As we were roll-
ing merrily along one morning chatting gaily, the driver said, ‘There are tracks
on the roadside and you may all look for a little brush with the savages before
the day closes.” The guards seemed to believe there were savages before us,
and as we saw them looking carefully to the priming of their guns and examin-
ing their cartridge boxes to see that they were full, we became somewhat sober.
We did not, héwever, forget to look to our arms—such as we had. But a short
time passed ere the driver spied a single savage some distance ahead. He said
nothing—but gathering the reins carefully in his hands, and putting his big
whip where he could use it, he urged the horses onward; after a few moments
we saw another savage, then another—and in less time than it takes to tell the
story we saw ahead of us a large band of mounted savages. ‘There was noth-
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ing todo but to make the most of it, and whipping up the horses to their utmost
speed he undertook to go past the terrible foe.

The savages were armed with bows and arrows and, of course, could stand
but little show against the superior weapons of the guards. A single volley
from the guards scattered them somewhat, and it was with real pleasure we
saw several of their number fall from their horses. The savages did not pro-
pose to let us off so easily, however, and soon returned; then began a hand to
hand fight. There were at least two hundred of them and only a dozen of us.
Their arrows fell thick and fast among us, but the savages were too wary to
come too close to the death-dealing guns of our men. We soon saw that if our
horses could only. hold out that all would be well, and it was indeed a sight to
see the care with which the driver handled them. He did not seem to notice
the savages or their arrows, but gave his whole attention to his team. The
chase continued for some miles and we thought we would surely escape, but
the savages seemed to realize thaf it was now or never with them, andagain
came on with the most unearthly yells and a volley of arrows to which all
their previous assaults had been light indeed.

We met them resolutely. Finding that they could not capture us in any
other way they turned their attention tothe horses and soon one of the leaders
fell to the ground wounded with some of their arrows; as he fell the other horses
ran over him, and in an instant all was contusion. The driver succeeded in
stopping his team and we doubled our efforts to keep the savages away. As
soon as the coach was stopped and our men could aim more carefnlly the savages
realized there was no hope for them, and a few volleys put them to flight, leav-
ing a score of dead and wounded behind them. When the coast was clear we
dismounted, straightened out the horses as best we could and went on after
shooting the horse which the Indians had wounded so severely.’ We reached
our journey’s end without further danger, but you can rest assured that no one
of us ever cared to again ride on the Overland Mail.




Gle [)cddlesome oy.

HIS isa bad little boy. He loves to meddle with things that
do not belong to him, and sometimes he is cruel to harmless
animals. All children should obey their parents, but Iam sorry
to say that Harry is not an obedient boy.

Last summer he went into the country to spend a month
: with his grandmother, but he was so uneasy and restless that
she sent him home ina week! He loved to tease the dog, and worry the cat,
and play all kinds of tricks on the pigs and chickens.

Then he would throw stones at the birds, and sometimes climb the trees to
steal their eggs or destroy their pretty nests. Once his grandma saw him
throwing a great stone at White Betty, her best cow, and told him that such a
cruel boy ought to have no nice milk, butter, or cheese. He began to cry, and
said that he did not think that it would hurt her! Then his uncle gave him a
little tap with his cane, to show him how it feels to be hurt, and told him that
he would try the same thing whenever he saw him ill-treat any animal!

One day, while Harry was sitting onthe porch, he spied a queer-looking
bundle hanging on a bush near by. Some pretty buzzing insects were coming
out of little holes in the sides of it, and flying all about. ‘Well, well,” said the
little boy, “I wonder who you are, and what you keep in that funny thing, any-
way? I mean to find out, and pretty quick, too! Grandma will never know!”

~ So he brought a high stool and climbed to reach the place. But, just as
he took hold of it, out flew the buzzing little creatures, and away jumped poor
Harry, nest and all. Even this did not end the matter, for the funny bundle
wasa hornets’ nest! It was fullof insects and they were very lively! Perhaps
you have been told that hornets have a stinger, long and sharp, and that they
thrust it into any one that attacks them.

They all flew at the little boy, and stung him so severely that he screamed
with pain. —
















©limbing the fEaleon’s ©rag.

HE hero of my story was named David Burns. He was just a
little Scottish shepherd laddie, running almost as wild over the
hills as the sheep he tended, and as happy as the lark that sang
in the blue heavens.

David worked for the great laird of Clunie, wno lived at

the castle in the valley, and owned all the country round about.

One fine morning, late in the spring, as young Burns was

about his work on the hill-side, he heard a voice call from above,

“Hallo, David!” and looking up, saw standing there a lad of about his.own age,

at sight of whom our hero snatched off his weather-stained cap and stood bare-

headed, his eyes glistening with pleasure, for this was Master Willie of Clunie,
whose father David served.

“I’m home for the holidays,” the young laird said, “and I’ve been hunting
for you everywhere to know if you have kept your promise, and found an
eagle’s nest for us to visit together ?”

“I’m blithe to see ye hame an’ lookin’ sa bonnie. As for the nest I ken
the whereabouts of one. I was just waiting till the wee birdies was grown a
bit before I climbed down an’ gathered one for ye, sir,’ David replied.

‘Well, we'll go together this morning; that will be better fun.”

“Na; it’s naa gude day for the likes of you, sir, to be amongst the hill-tops.
See how thick the mistslay there. We maunwaita clearer day, an’ take some
of the men folks alang.”

‘Where is the place?” questioned the other.

“Amongst the Falcons’ Crag, up Ben Clunie.”

“Why, that’s not so far,” Willie answered. ‘It’s much better sport to go
by ourselves.” And then, when David sturdily shook his head, he added,
‘Well, I’m going, at any rate. [Pm not afraid. You can do as you please;”
and turning on his heel, the boy stalked angrily away.

David stood looking after the retreating figure somewhat sadly, for he loved
his young master most devotedly, and would willingly have risked life and
limb for hissake. What was he to do? Sit quietly there and let Master Willie
climb the Falcons’ Crag by himself, and perhaps get lost in the white mist that
hung about the mountain-top so thickly?

For David knew how many ashepherd had lost his life amongst the hills |
at such atime by falling into some deep gap, and been dashed to pieces hundreds
of feet below. Yethis young master had, in his usual headstrong fashion, started
by himself, and was already far out of sight. .

It took but a few moments for Davidto decide. Wrapping his tartan plaid —
around him, and seizing his shepherd’s crook, he was soon hastening over the
uneven ground, and hurrying up the hill-side as fast as he could in the direction
Will Clunie had taken.

Presently he came up with the other, and saying humbly, “Sir, if ye maun
gang, I'll gang with ye,” walked along beside him.

“Ah, that’s your true self, Dave!” the other joyfully exclaimed. “Ihad an
idea you were going to show the white feather.”

David made no remark, only a hot flush came into his honest, sunburnt
little face. ;

So up they climbed, higher and higher, and nearer the white cloud that
rested on the mountain-top, so silent and so still.

At last they reached the place called the Falcons’ Crag, and went more
cautiously, for the spot was very dangerous, overhanging as it dida deep loch,
or lake, below. Above them, creeping lower each moment, hung the cloud of
white mist.

“We must hurry and find the nest,” Willie said, pointing to the sky above.

“Hist, sir! see yonder!” exclaimed David, excitedly pointing. ‘‘Lie down,
sir, lie down; ye maun let them get wind of ye.”

The boys hastily crouched behind a boulder, and eagerly looked below,
where a pair of fine eagles hovered over a ledge of rock, upon which evidently
their nest was built. The rocks around were strewn with the bones of sheep
and lambs, and David whispered to Will that they must lie quiet till the
old birds flew away in search of food, as it would be dangerous to go nearer
the nest, in case they attacked them.

Will forgot everything in his anxiety to possess an eaglet and carry it
back with him to the castle. They watched with much excitement the two
noble birds as they swept round and round in wide circles. Now and again
they would rest on their great brown wings without further movement, and then
swoop down without apparent effort, calling to one another, and circling as be-
fore.

At last they seemed to decide that it was time to go in search of dinner for
themselves and their young ones, and, rising high in the air above the mountain-
tops, were lost to sight in the mist.

The opportunity was not to be lost. Telling his young master ‘“‘to bide
stilla while,” and keep a sharp look-out in case the old birds returned, when
he was to shout, David unwound the plaid from his body and prepared to de-
my
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A FIGHT WITH AN EAGLE.
scend to the nest, armed only with his shepherd's crook. In another moment
he had disappeared over the steep side, and was lost to sight, justas the mist
suddenly rolled down, and shut out the rest of the hill from view.

How long he lay there Willie could never decide, but it seemed to him
hours that he clung anxiously, waiting to hear some sound that would tell what
had become of David. He began to wish he had not over-persuaded the brave
lad to undertake such atask. He dared not shout, for fear the two eagles
might hasten back to protect their little ones. He crept to the edge and looked
for David, but the mist prevented him from seeing what was below.

He could bear the suspense no longer; with caution he lowered himself
down toa spot some way beneath, and shouted.

Imagine his terror if you can when the shrill, peculiar cry of the king of _
birds greeted his ear, and, the mist clearing at the same moment, he saw that
David was making violent efforts to climb toward him, but that an overhang-
ing rock prevented him from doing so.

‘Help, help!” cried Will, half frantic at the dangerous position of his
friend, not realizing how impossible it was that in so lonely a spot such a cry
should receive an answer. Buttwo shepherds happened to be near, and came
hurrying to the rescue.

They saw ata glance poor David’s plight, and fortunately having with
them a short coil of rope, they hastily descended to rescue him.

It was only just in time, for the eagles were becoming furious, and as the
men lowered the rope to the boy and he slipped his foot into the running loop,
_ they darted toward him, tearing his shirt and lacerating his flesh with their
beaks and talons, and screaming loudly. The men both shouted, and while
one pelted the birds with pieces of rock and stones, the other, with Will’s help,
drew our hero to the ledge, bleeding but triumphant, a tiny eaglet clasped in
one arm.

After much risk, they succeeded in getting out of their perilous position,
but David was too: weak from loss of blood to walk, so they hoisted him on
their shoulders, and carried him down Ben Clunie and right into Clunie Castle,
for Will would have it'so.

Of course the laird was very angry at the foolish risk the lads had run in
attempting so daring a feat without more assistance. But his eyes sparkled
with pleasure as he listened to Will’s account of David's courage.

As for that brave lad, he soon recovered from his wounds, and was as happy
as before. But to Willie the adventure taught a lesson he never forgot—how
nearly a life had been lost simply to gratify his selfish whim.

—EpitTH A. FINDLAY.
(Cavwn Gennis.

4 AWN TENNIS, while comparatively a new game in the United
States, isa very old one in England. For more than five hun-
dred years some variety has been played in England. Even
Chaucer referred to it, in 1380, as a “popular game.” Before
that time lawn tennis was a favorite game in France, Spain, and
Italy. It was not until about 15 years ago that the game at-
tained any prominence in America. About that time the ath-
letic circles of Boston introduced the game. Requiring as it does a high
degree of intelligence and skill, offering a most excellent opportunity for phy-
sical exercise and cultivation of judgment, it has rapidly won its way into
popular favor. Undoubtedly one of the reasons which has led to the popular-
ity of lawn tennis lies in the fact that the game can be played by both sexes
and by old and young. Were one to enter the parks of any of our large cities
he would be satisfied that the game is popular. Acres of lawn marked with the
rectangular court of lawn tennis are given up to that sport and abound
with graceful players of both sexes. They present a most enchanting ap-
pearance.

A lawn tennis court should be 78 feet in length and should extend from
north to south, as this arrangement least interferes with the sun. The court
should be 36 feet wide; the ends are termed base lines. The net, which should be
3% feet high at the ends and three feet in the middle, extends across through
the centre of the ground. Two lines, termed the service lines, are placed
21 feet from the net on each side, parallel to it, and are 27 feet in length,
A line is also drawn through the middle of the court and length-ways, and is
termed the half court line. The game is usually played by two or four players,
though what is known as the three-handed game has a great many followers.
There are quite a number of rules governing the game; however, the principal
points can be mastered ina single afternoon. It is not necessary to give the
rules here. The ball should weigh not over 2 ounces—not less than 2 15-16.
It must not be over 2% inches in diameter, nor less than 2 15-32. These di-
mensions have been established by the Lawn Tennis Associationas best adapted
to the wants of the game. While a suitable costume adds much to the ap-
pearance of the players, and affords freer movement than regular dress, yet it
is not absolutely necessary. The bat or racquet should not be over 14 inches.
in length, and should be grasped at the end. The players must stand on
opposite sides of the net.


The player who first delivers the ball is called the server, the other the
striker out. The server shall serve the ball with one foot on base line, and the
other foot behind that line. The ball served must drop between service line,
half court line, and side line of the court diagonally opposite to that from which
it was served. If the server fails to strike a ball, or if the ball served drops in
the net, or beyond the service line, or out of court, or in the wrong court, or if
the server does not stand as directed, it is termed a fault. The server shall
not serve again from
the same court from’
which he served that
fault, unless it wasa
fault because he
served from the
wrong court. If the
striker out is not
ready and a service

or fault is delivered
A

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CHEE ry) The service shall ae
HALT TF be volleyed; that is,
returned before it
has touched the
ground. The server
wins a stroke if the
striker out volleys a
service, if he fails to
return service or ball
in play, or if he re-
turns service or ball
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drops outside of his opponent’s court.

The player who first wins six games wins the set. If both players win five
games the score is called games all, and the next game won by either player is
scored advantage game for that player. If the same player wins the next game
he wins the set; if he loses the score returns to games all, and so on until either
player wins the two games immediately following the score games all, when he
wins the set. This rule may be modified at the desire of individual clubs,
however. In matches the decision of the umpire shall be final. If two umpires
are called upon they shall divide the court between them, and the decision of
each shall be final in his share of the court.

Every year competitive games are played by the different clubs belonging
to the Tennis Association. There is wonderful interest shown in the matches.
There is a regular circuit of games the same as in base-ball. The credit for
introducing and developing the game in Americais due to Dr. Dwight, one of
our oldest and most expert players. Where the members of the club are
wealthy a vast amount of money is expended in laying out and equipping the
grounds. The Casino at Newport is probably one of the finest grounds in the
country. The prominence that the game has attained among us in so short a
time undoubtedly lies in the merits of the game. It is said that amusement,
skill, strength, and agility are happily united in this game. It would seem that
a game played by both sexes, and by young and old as well, could not afford
an opportunity for physical exercise, yet there is no game, perhaps, which calls
into play a greater number of muscles, or which taxes the entire physical sys-
tem of the body, more than lawn tennis.

It is about the only out-door sport of an athletic nature that invites the
skill of lady contestants and at the same time assures perfect conformity with
the rules of propriety and etiquette. The graceful exercise makes the game
wonderfully popular with ladies, so that in point of numbers little difference
exists between the players of each sex, though in tournament and match play-
ing we find they figure less prominently in consequence of the violence of ex-
ercise required at such times. This feature, however, is not true of English
lady players. English girls begin tennis playing while very young and reach
high skill in it; in fact, the champion player of England is a lady. The game
is also a sociable one, allowing opportunities for chatting and talking which
cannot be allowed in any other athletic game. There is also indoor tennis,
indulged in through the winter. Much pleasure and amusement is derived
from this, though indoor tennis cannot hope to rank with the game on
the lawn.

Everything connected with lawn tennis points to a great future for the
game in this country, although it is not likely that the general public will ever
rave over the game of tennis as they have over base-ball, nor is it desirable they
should. The strictly amateur character of the game, combined with great care,
has kept this beautiful and healthful sport free from contamination and raised
it to its present high position in popular esteem. This esteem will continueand
we feel assured that the game will increase in popularity in the future as in the
past, and that the players and lovers of the game will make it the best game in
the country in which both sexes can engage.


~T was long after supper time.
had cleared off the table, and gone into the kitchen to write a let-
ter home to Sweden; and there was no one in the dining-room ex-
cepting a mouse that was lazily picking up crumbs the baby had
dropped. Besides all this, I know in another way, too; for the

Iam sure of this, because Hannah

baby was fast asleep in his bed up-stairs.
It is perfectly ridiculous for me to call him the baby, because he was really
a big boy half-past five years old, but everybody called him that, so I must, I

suppose.

Mamma came into the hall, and what do you suppose she saw there the



seen eee

But nothing stirred under the bed-clothes.

“ Ba-by!”

“Ump!”

“Are you awake?”
“Perhaps so; to-morrow.”
‘*No, now.”



very firstthing? Itwas nothing more or
less than a big iron engine, with ared
smokestack, and only three wheels. It
must have had four wheels at first, but
now it just got along the best way ‘it
could on three. Now, that engine did
not belong to baby at all; andmamma
guessed just right when she suspected
that her boy had taken it that very
afternoon when he was over playing
with Jim Boggs. I tell you what
mamma did not like that at all, so
she started up-stairs with all her
might.

“Baby!”

By this time he was sitting up in bed, trying to rub his eyes open with his

eight fingers and two thumbs.

Mamma was standing there with the candle, and looking just as savage as
that particular mamma could possibly look. '
“Baby, whose engine is that down-stairs?”
“You mean, mamma, the one with the red smokestack, and only three
iegs?” é

“Yes,” said mamma, “that’s the very one.”

“Well, then,” replied the baby, as he settled down into bed again, “‘that
b’longs to Jim.”

“Did he say you could have it?”

The baby thought for quite a long time, and then said: ‘Seems to me he
didn’t; I expect I just took it.”

“Come,” said mamma, putting down the candle, “you must get right up
and take it back.”

“But I haven’t got any clothes on,” said the baby.

“No difference,” said mamma, “you can dress, and I'll stay here to button
your shoes.”

““Oh, dear!” é

But he had to do it, I can tell you; and, when he came down-stairs, there
was the engine quite ready to be taken home.

“Have I got to go all alone >” And the little boy opened the front door,
and looked out. The lights were burning in the streets, but, phew! wasn’t it
dark between them?

“T tell you what,” said mamma as her cold, stony heart softened a little at
last, ‘I'll stay here by the window, and perhaps you can see all the way over.”
Well, and so—Oh, yes, then the baby clattered down the front steps; and,
after running straight into the big lilac bush at the corner of the house, and
almost going head-first over the big stone down in the driveway, he looked
around, and there was mamma, sure enough, standing and waving good-by.

“ Pretty tough!” said baby to himself; but he tramped on over the hill, and
down to the fence that ran across Jim’s back yard. He crawled through, and
went on tiptoe up the steps to the door.

“Guess I'll just leave it and run home,” said the little boy to himself, but
he looked across and there was mamma still standing in the window. |

‘No, I guess I wont,” he said; and so he rang the bell. The minute the
girl opened the door, he heard Jim crying almost like mad, way up-stairs.
“Here’s Jim's engine, and I stold it; and I guess he’s crying for that, and I’m
sorry, and I’m going home—”

And the next thing they saw was a little boy scurrying across the back-
yard, through the fence, and over the hill. And I tell you another thing, too—
that little chap did not stop till he was safe in his mamma’sarmsagain. ‘This
makes two times that I’m gone to bed in only one night,” said the baby. “And,
mamma, I’m sorry "bout that engine.”
“That s all right now, my little man, and I don’t believe all this will hap-
pen again.”

“Well, I rather ’spect not.”

So mamma leaned over and kissed him softly, for she saw his eyes were
almost shut up tight.

“Had only three legs, anyway,” said the baby, as he tucked the clothes
close up under his chin, and so fell asleep.

@Josie’s @rouble.

et ITTLE Josie Brown was sent to the store fora bottle of shoe-

fe dressing. He didn’t care to go just then, so he rushed out of
the house ina bad temper. After getting the bottle he was re-
turning in the same ugly fashion, not looking at all where he was
going. He happened to come toa slippery part of the pave-
ment, and down he fell, dropping the bottle on the ground. Of
course it broke,.and the contents splashed all over his face, his
hands and his clothes. In terror he flew home, and ran scream-
ing to his mother. Seeing that he was about to throw himself on her lap, she
cried out in alarm: “Don’t come near me.’

Mrs. Brown was making a new silk dress, and she naturally objected to it
being soiled by shoe-dressing.

Then Josie screamed all the more, and his two little brothers, who were
present, thinking that their mother was frightened, began to scream too. This
woke the baby, who joined in the dismal chorus.

The sound was heard in the street, and some foolish people quickly gave
an alarm of fire. In a very short time engines were in front of the house.
This made such an uproar that Mrs. Brown wondered for a moment what it all
meant. When she did understand it herself she found it difficult to make
every body else understand what had happened. Then she found it still more
difficult to quiet her three frightened little children.

Don’t you think that was a great deal of trouble for one boy to cause his
dear mamma? Josie thought so when he was calm enough to think at all, and
I believe he tries to be more careful now when he is sent to the store.

—S. JENNIE SMITH.


@® Buffalo Hunt.

Rex NE day Hal saw a buffalo-hunt. Indeed, he was at the hunt
; but he did not take part in it.

This is the way it happened. Hal’s papa was going
from the fort where he lived to another, two hundred miles
away. Hal and his mamma went with him. They rode
in a covered carriage, called an ambulance.

There was an escort of soldiers with them, to protect
them if they should meet any Indians. Their road was called a trail,
and it led over the prairie. There were no houses on it except one or
two lonely cabins, and they were not near the trail.

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The Indians in that part of the country were very fierce and war-like. They
fought all the white people they met. Hal did not feel afraid, for he knew the
soldiers could drive them away.

It was very delightful to ride over the wide prairie. There were a great
many showy flowers. Hal would often get out of the ambulance and gather
his arms full of them. He thought it was great fun atnight, when they stopped.
The soldiers always cooked their suppers over a fire made in the open air.








Sane a ere a anc ern geen ner — ~ Soo snreeter te trrnan Sat tenement Sreerene te see gs a

One night they did not cook any supper, for they did not dare make a fire.
The scouts had seen a party of Indians, away off on their left. They knew
the Indians would see the smoke if they made a fire: and if they saw the
smoke they would come over there to get up a fight.

The day after the scouts had seen the Indians they came riding back as
hard as their horses could gallop... Everybody thought the Indians were
coming. 3

When the scouts got near enough they called out: “ Buffaloes! Buffaloes!
The soldiers all turned to look in the direction the scouts pointed. They
saw a cloud of dust behind a rise in the prairie, and in a few minutes they
could see a great herd of buffaloes. They were coming almost directly
toward the party.

The buffaloes made such a noise, as they came near, that Hal was fright-
ened. He was not so frightened but that he watched them all the time. On
they came—trot, trot. There were a great many of them. It seemed to Hal °
there were hundreds. As the buffaloes came near, the men were ready. Bang!
bang! went their guns. Over tumbled four or five large buffaloes. Hal’s papa
would not let the men give chase. He said the buffaloes might lead them
farther than they would have time to go. He was afraid, too, that the men
might run against some Indians. Another reason was that he did not think it
was right to kill more buffaloes than they could make use of.

The buffaloes had large, bushy heads, and large horns. Hal got out of

the ambulance and went up close to one of the dead ones. He patted it on
the head, and was not at all ae of it, though he thought it looked very wild,
even if it was dead.

Hal’s papa promised to have two of the horns polished for him so he could
keep them. He said he would keep them always, to remember his first buf-
falo-hunt by.

1"

—Mrs. BUSYHAND,


(ase Bait

O GAME of to-day is more popular than that of base ball; it is
indeed our national game, and where almost every boy is a
player, it seems hardly necessary to give any explanation of it,”
It stands without a rival in the opinion of all save a few follow-
ers of horse-racing, but were gambling taken away from the
latter sport it would disappear like mist before the summer's
sun. Fortunately base ball needs no such element to endear -
it to the people. It depends only upon local pride for its hold upon the peo-
ple. It furnishes its own attractions, its own excite-
ment; it affords the best of exercises, and has its fol-
lowers in every home.’

Base ball was not born; like Topsy, it “growed.”
The boys of Greece and Rome played a kind of hand
ball, the lads of England played “rounders” centuries
ago, but base ballas we know it is an American evo-
lution from “one old cat” and “town ball,” which our
fathers played a generation ago. The first organized
was the “Knickerbockers” of New York in 1845. The
Tules of those days were very simple. The pitcher,
instead of being the power he is to-day, was of little
importance. The only restriction put upon him was
that he pitch the ball, not throw it. Masks, gloves,
chest-protectors, spikes and the many accessories of
to-day were unknown. The best batter was the king
then, and the harder the ball was hit and the busier
fielders were kept in chasing the ball, the more fun
for the spectators.

The game made headway rapidly, but it was not
WL by, Until 1858 that there was anything like organization.

RAY} At a convention held in New York this year, twenty-
five clubs sent delegates, and base ball took its place

= at the head of American sports. In 1866 the number
Bounb For Fon of clubs had increased to two hundred and two, while
in 1891 the number was countless, every city, town and hamlet having its
“nine” and many places several. The city of Chicago alone had nearly three
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Every boy knows how to lay off a “diamond,” and understands the main
rules of the game and the terms, ‘‘assist,” “error,” “battery,” ‘fly ball,” “foul,”
“dead ball,” “block ball,” “muff,” “double play,” “wild throw,” and hosts of
other base ball vernacular are apart of his vocabulary. In a scoresheet, A. B.
means times at bat. R. means rums scored. B. H. means base hits. P. O.
means put out. E. means errors made. A. means assists rendered. S. B.
means stolen bases. S. O. means struck out, and other terms may be used.
but these are most common.

It is a question if the youth of to-day get the fun out of ball that the youth
of a generation ago did. Then the ball was pitched to the batter, who, if skill-
ful, drove it far out into the field. How well I remember games which lasted
from three to five hours, games in which the score reached thirty to seventy on
aside. What yells greeted the boy who rushed panting over the plate and
cried “Tally!” What a hero was he who caught a “fly,” and did a side fail to
score during an inning it was hooted at mercilessly! How we farmer boys
worked through the week to finish our allotted tasks by Saturday noon so that
we might have the afternoon to play in. What vim, what energy we put into
the game! The “error” column was not kept then—nothing but the “runs,” and
these were usually counted by notches cut into one side of a stick. The um-
pire knew little of the game, but as the players knew less no harm was done.
We played for fun and fun we had until the evening shades warned us that we
must drop our loved sport. No thought of weariness came to us while we
played, but there were often bumps and bruises and soreness on our bodies
that a week’s respite could scarce allay. We who played the game in its in-
fancy go out to-day and witness the science, the strategy, the skill, which are
shown, the lightning-like speed with which the ball goes to the batter, the mar-
vellous dexterity with which a fielder pulls down a seemingly impossible ball,
the daring base running, and lastly the small score, with an intense longing for

the game as we knewit, and go home convinced that base ball, like everything
else, was better when we were boys.


Ghe Best \May.

OW hot the July sun poured down! Will rested on his hoe
handle, and drew his sleeve across his face to wipe off the mois-
ture. Such a lot of potatoes to hoe! He looked back at the
rows he had hoed, and then over at what there was still to hoe.
A sullen look crept into his face, but he worked on. At the end
of the long row he halted and, flinging the hoe in the furrow, sat

down in the shade of the tall corn that was nodding its tassels in the fitful
breeze:

“T don't believe there ever was a boy that had such hard times as I do,”
he muttered to himself. ‘It’s just work, work, work, work, from morning till
night. I’m sick of it,” and Will pushed back his hat and leaned against the
old basket to think it over, and build castles about what he meant to do by
and by. When he grew to bea man, he wouldn't work on a farm all day; he
would live in a fine house like Mr. Brown's, with a great spreading lawn and
tall shade trees in front; he knew just how it looked, for he went by there
almost every time on his way to town. Once he had seen a little boy just his
own size out inthe yard, reading in a book, and how he wished he could change
places with him. He would havea span of gray ponies, too, such as he had seen
Mr. Brown driving out of the great gate. So he went on planning and thinking,
till the minutes crept into half an hour—a whole hour—or more. Suddenly
Will was startled at a rustle near him in the corn, and springing up, he saw
Uncle Esek looking at him with a peculiar twinkle in his eyes.

Uncle Esek was no real relation to Will. He was an old, weatherbeaten
man who lived in a little log house a mile up the road from Will's home. He
was shrewd and keen, and by his kindly words, spoken at just the right moment,
he often helped many a perplexed boy out of his troubles.

“Well, what is it?” said Uncle Esek, glancing down at the hoe and then
at Will’s flushed face, from which the discontented look had not yet faded
away.

Will looked as if he would rather not tell, not feeling sure what answer
Uncle Esek would give him; but at last he said: ‘Don’t you think it’s mean to
make a boy work all the while, anyhow? When I get to be a man, I shan’t do
anything I don’t want to,” and he looked up rather defiantly; then he told what

he had been planning.
“Well,” said Uncle Esek in his aot quiet way, “I can remember when
Mr. Brown was a little boy like you, and didn’t live in half as good a house as
yours. He had to work justas hard as you do, too.”

Will looked surprised.

“Yes,” continued the old man, “he worked just as hard; but he didn’t fret
about it, and stop to build castles in the air when he ought to have been at
work. ‘The hand of the diligent maketh rich,’ the good Book says, and I
think you will find this true. And there is another verse: ‘Seest thou a man
diligent in his business, he shall stand before kings, he shall not stand before
mean men.” :

“But Mr. Brown don’t ‘stand before kings,’” urged Will.

“No,” said Uncle Esek, “but everybody respects him and values his good
Opinion.”

Will picked up his hoe thoughtfully, while Uncle Esek continued: “Every-
thing in this world worth the having costs something. We always have to pay
all that a thing is worth before we getit. If we want money we must work for
it; if we want to be wise, we must study hard and think a great deal; if we
want to have an easy time when we are old we must work for it when we are
boys.”

“Maybe that’s so,” said Will. “I never thought of it before. But anyhow
you can fix it, I don’t like to hoe potatoes, though I suppose it will have to be
done,” and he moved slowly toward his unfinished work,

“That’s right,” said the old man, looking after him; “do the things that are
waiting right at hand to be done. And after all, my boy, it doesn’t make so
much difference what we work at, though it isa great deal pleasanter to do -
what we enjoy; butitis the way in which we do the work that makes men of
us.

/ 3 -SSte

(Cove One Another.

ren small
is) Sat on the stairs in a lighted hall,
coed Vexed and troubled and sore per-
plexed
To learn the Sunday’s forgotten text;
Only three words ona gilded card,
But both children declared it hard.

| > a. was Saturday night, and two child-
A 44
B

‘Love,’ that is easy—it means, why, this’—
(A warm embrace and a loving kiss);

“But ‘one another,’ I don’t see who
Is meant by ‘another’—now, May, do your”

Very grandly she raised her head,
Our thoughtful darling, and slowiy said,
As she fondly smiled on the little brother:

‘Why, Iam one, and you are another,

And this is the meaning—don’t you see?—
That I must love you, and you must love me,”

Wise little preacher, could any sage
Interpret better the sacred page?
P\e ost Something.

Ore OTHER, can we go sliding on Red Run this afternoon? You
g needn't be afraid, mother; the ice is as hard as—as—”
“As hard as what, Rob: at
' “ As your head,” prompted mischievous Rob; and there
‘was a little scuffle between the boys as to which had the
hardest head—a scuffle full of fun to them, but rather too
noisy for mother.
“T don’t know about that, boys,” answered the mother; “I wanted
you to take care of Rosa this afternoon.”

“Oh, what a bother!” cried Foster, “we wont have a bit of fun.”

“Never mind, mother,” spoke up Rob, quickly, ‘let us have the little kid;
we'll take care of her.”

“T want to go to see poor Mrs. Belt,” said the mother, “and try to help her
with her sick children; Rosa would be in my way, but I wont let her go with
you, Foster, if you are not willing to take her.”

‘Oh, I'll take her,” said the little boy, ungraciously, “but it wont be any
fun; it will be a lost afternoon.”

When twilight_fell over the white, snow-covered world the children’s mother
hurried home, and found little Rosa and her two brothers sitting before the
glowing coal-fire in the nursery. :

‘‘Oh, mamma,” they all cried, together, springing up from the-rug and
hanging on to her snowy cloak, “we had just lots of fun.” And while the
mother dried her damp wraps and boots all three little tongues wagged at once.

‘We p’ayed I was a pwis’ner,” said Baby Rosa, “and Wobb and Foster
put me in pwison; and den I wunned away, and they taught me and slided me
back to pwison.”

“We most died laughing, mamma, to see the tot try to run on ice.”

‘And sometimes her little feet would fly from under her, and down she
would come like a thousand of brick; but she was real plucky—she didn’t cry
at all.”

‘‘How about your afternoon, Foster?” asked the mother, ‘‘was it lost?” —

“Fossy was weal nice to me, mamma,” said Rosa, putting her little fat
arms around him.

“Yes,” said mamma, looking very pleased, ‘““my boy lost something after
all—not his afternoon, I am glad to see, but a selfish, ugly little temper.”



(aby Gay and (Jaby Grey.

O little, green apples grew side by side on a great, big
tree.

Baby Gay and Baby Grey were happy little apples until
6) one day rough Mr. Hail rushed by them and in his hurry he let

» two of his little hailstones strike them. Mr. Hail was in too
much haste to say ‘Excuse me,” so rushed on.

The baby apples cried a moment with pain, but it was soon over and
they nestled down in their mamma's comfortable arms and went to sleep.

* These babies grew until they were large, round, green apples. The place
where the hailstones hurt them made a bruised spot on their cheeks.

Baby Grey thought of her scar a moment, then began to cry and said: “No
use in living; I have a great, ugly spot on my cheek; no one will ever love me;
Iam just tired of living. I can never be pretty, nor can I ever be sweet
and nice as my sister on that long, beautiful branch. I am just going to give

up.

So she did, and pouted herself into a shriveled, dried-up apple.

Not so with Baby Gay. She said: “I know I can never be pretty on one
side, for the hail made such a large hole in my cheek, but I am not going to
give up in that way.

“Am I not put into the world to do something toward making some one
happy, if is only to be a mouthful of good apple for a hungry little boy?

“Tam going to turn my good cheek to the sunshine and make it grow so
fat and rosy that when little girls and boys see me they will forget all about my
bruised side, and will love me for what there is good in me. I will ask the
sunbeams to shine and shine on me so warm and bright that my coat will
grow as red as Mary’s cheeks, and my meat will be as juicy and sweet as
is possible for an apple’s to be. God made me to be a happy Baby Gay,
for He wishes all of His babies to be happy, and I am not goin’ to give up
and be cross and ugly just because Mr. Hail made a mistake and let some -
of his little stones hurt me. So much more is the reason that I should try to
be happy.”

The dear Baby Gay did as she said, and she grew, and grew, ‘and grew,
until her good cheek was as round, red, and juicy as a pippin could be. It
puffed around the bruised spot so closely that Hattie had to open her great
blue eyes pretty wide to find the scar when she came to pluck the apple for
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T was arainy day and all the children had to stayin the house. Ned
had planned to go fishing, and Johnny wanted to set up a wind-mill he
had made. Susie wanted to gather her flower-seeds, and Pet was
anxious to hunt for her white kitten in the barns. So all were disap-
pointed, and, before the night, had become cross and peevish and

snappish. Mamma called all to her, and talked very gravely. They were
quiet for a while after it. In half an hour Ned brought a small box and showed
his mother. He had cut a little hole in the top, just large enough to let a cent
through, and under it were the words “cross box.”

“Look, mamma,” he said, “supposing whenever any of us speak cross we
make ourselves pay a cent fora fine? Susie and Johnny and Pet are so cross,
it would be a good thing. We'll try whocan keep out of the box the longest.”

Mamma laughed, and said it might be a very good plan if they all aes
to it; but if they did agree they must do as they promised.

“Tll agree,” said Susie, “I’m not going to be cross any more.”

“And I,” said Johnny.

“And I,” added Pet.

“What shall we do with all the money?” asked Susie.

“We'll buy a magic lantern,” replied Ned.

“No, we'll buy a whole lot of candy,” said Johnny.

“No,” added Susie, ‘“we’ll send it for a bed in thechildren’s hospital.”

“T tell you,” said Ned, angrily, “if you don’t do asI want to, I’ll pitch the
box out of the window.”

“Where's your penny, Ned?” asked mamma.

Ned looked very foolish, but brought the first penny and dropped it into
the box.

Mamma thought the box really did some good. The children learned to
watch against getting angry, and little lips would be shut tight to keep the ugly
words from coming through. When school began, they were so busy that the ~
box was forgotten. Weeks later mamma was putting a closet in order on Sat-
urday.

“Here's the cross box,” she said. |

_ “I’m going to see how much money there is,’ cried Ned “Seventeen cents.
That’s enough to buy lemons and nuts, and play peanut stand. Let’s do it.”

“Oh,” said Susie, ‘there goes poor littlelame Jimmy. I think it would be

hice to give it to him.”
“T say,” whimpered Pet.
“I wont!” whined Jonnny.
opr

No one knows what Ned was going to say, ina very crabbed voice, for just
then he clapped one hand on his mouth and with the other held up a warning

finger.

“Look out,” he half whispered, “or there’ll be more cents in the cross-box

for Jimmy.”

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SES———_—
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\Mhat Could the farmer Ho?






CNS TEN
\Wayey HERE was an old farmer who
Ei had a cow,
i Moo, moo, moo!
ot & She used to stand on the pump
po aS and bow,

And what could the farmer do?
Moo, moo, moo, moo,

Moo, moo, moo!
She used to stand on the pump and bow,
And what could the farmer do?




There was an old farmer who owned some
sheep,
‘Baa, baa, baa!
They used to play cribbage when he was
asleep,
And laugh at the farmer’s ma,
Baa, baa, baa, baa!
Moo, moo, moo!
He owned a cow and he owned some sheep,
And what could the poor man do?

There was an old farmer who owned a pig,
Whoof, whoof, whoof!
He used to dress up in the farmer's wig,
And dance on the pig-pen roof.
Whoof, whoof! Baa, baa!
Moo moo, moo!
“sia

Oe ——

He owned a pig, some sheep, and a cow,
And what could the poor man do?

There was an old farmer who owned a hen,
Cuk-a-ca-doo, ca-doo!

She used to lay eggs for the three hired men,
And some for the weasel, too.

Cuk-a-ca-doo! Whoof, whoof!
Baa, baa! Moo!

He owned a hen, pig, sheep, and a cow,
And what could the poor man do?

There was an old farmer who had a duck,
Quack, quack, quack!

She waddled under a two-horse truck
For four long miles andjback.

Quack, quack! Cuk-a-ca-doo!
Whoof! Baa! Moo!

With a duck, hen, pig, a sheep, and a cow,
Pray what could the poor man do?

There was an old farmer who owned a cat,
Mee-ow, mee-ow, mee-ow!

She used to waltz with a gray old rat
By night in the farmer’s mow,

Mee-ow! Quack! Cuk-a-ca-doo!
Whoof! Baa! moo!

With a cat, duck, hen, pig, sheep and a cow-
Pray what could the poor man do?

2
Snowball.

' EW! mew!” came a soft little cry from the porch by the
dining-room door. .

Minnie Vine, in the room all alone, eating her breakfast,
dropped her spoonful of bread and milk back into her mug
S and listened.

A little louder came the cry again—“Mew! mew! mew!”
Then Minnie ran and opened the door and caught up in her arms the



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little kitten she found there. It stopped crying and curled down in her arms,
purring softly.

Minnie ran to her mamma and asked her if she might keep the kitty for
her own. Mamma said she thought it was alittle runaway, but she might keep
it until she found the owner.

“Well, mamma, I want to give it some breakfast and name it,” said
Minnie.
“What will you name it?” asked mamma, smiling.

“It was so white, it looked lke a little snowball when I first saw it, and I
think Snowball would be a pretty name.”

For three days Minnie kept the kitten, and was beginning to think it was
really her own. She was sitting by the fire, rocking Snowball to sleep, when
some one knocked at the door. She went to open it, still holding the kitty in
her arms. A little boy stood there, who said: “I heard my kitten was here and
I came after it.”

“But are you sure it’s yours?” asked Minnie, tightening her hold of Snow-
ball.

“Yes, I’m sure, and I want it.”

When Minnie saw she must really let it go she thrust it into the boy’s
hands, saying: ‘‘Good-by, my poor little Snowball.” Running to her mamma
she climbed into her lap and cried very hard for her lost pet.

The next morning when Minnie came into the dining-room she heard that
same little cry at the door. Opening it, there was her dear little Snowball
come back to her.

She clapped her hands with delight, and said she should hide it if any one
came after it again; but mamma said: ‘When its owner comes after it again
perhaps he will sell it to you, for it seems to wish to stay here.”

And it was not long before the owner came. This time Minnie’s mamma
went to the door and asked him if he would let them keep his kitten, as she
seemed to want to stay with them.

“T will buy it,” she said, “aif you will sell it.”

Minnie held Snowball tightly while she waited for his answer.

“Well,” he said, after a little, ‘I don’t care much for a kitten that will run
away all the time. You may have her for ten cents.”

“Please give him more, mamma,” whispered Minnie, and Mrs. Vine handed
the delighted little boy a bright twenty-five cent piece.

“You are worth a great deal more than that,” said Minnie. Snowball
looked up at her and purred softly, as if she would say she knew that Minnie

was right.
6 —L. C.




Ghe Swallow-Gailed Hen.

WO dear little girls went out to
play,
And mamma said, as
skipped away,
“Don’t go to the barn, now




they

mind!
For we’ve shut up the chickens that came
to-day,
From the nest old Swallow-tail hid in the
hay

That nobody ever could find;
And the mother is clucking with all her
might,
Clucking and strutting and ready to fight:
Why even the men
Are afraid of the hen!
Don’t go to the barn, I say.”

“No! no!” cried the good little girls; “Not
wel”
So out they scampered the world to see;
Such a great big place for play!
The bird and the bee flew far and free,
And the children followed, so full of glee
They never noticed the way;
They leaped the logs near the buzzing mill,
Went over the fence and under the hill,
Waded the pond
To the barn beyond,
And the grand old “acorn-tree.’

Oh, and the sun was warm that day!
The dear little girls were tired of play,
So down they sat in the shade.
“Just hear hear old Swallow-tail cluck!”
Fay;
“Come on! Let’s go in the barn,” said May.
“Tt’s silly to be so ’fraid!”
So up she ran and took out the pin
From the staple that fastens the chickens in;
“Oh, oh!” cried she;
“Do come and see!
Come into the barn, I say

said

{?

Right in went the bold little girlies then,
In spite of the fowl that fought the men—
That grave old, brave old bird.
They counted the little ones, “eight, nine,
ten.”
They kissed them over and over again,
But the hen said never a word.
Puzzled and bothered and filled with doubt,
She walked and stalked and circled about
All ’round the floor,
Till she reached the door,
Then off went the swallow-tailed hen.

“Good-bye! good riddance
with a frown;
And she tucked the birdies all up in her
gown—
Wee roosters and comical pullets!
Such dear little, queer little balls of down,
Puffy and fluffy and yellow and brown,
With eyes as round as bullets!
Set a thousand like them up in a row
Not one could cackle, or cluck or crow’
But out they’d pop
And away they’d hop.
Just cunning from claw to crown!

quoth May

“But Swallow-tail’s gone, she’s gone!” sighed
Fay;

‘She'll never come back, she’s gone to stay, -
The poor little chicks will die!’
“Oh, ho! what a goose to be frightened away
By two little, kind little girls!” laughed May,
“That never would hurt a fly.
We'll just run out and shoo her back in,
And shut up the door, and put in the pin

So nobody’ll know,

Then off we'll go

To the saw-mill yard and play.”

Now where had Swallow-tail gone,oh, where
They hunted here, and they hunted there,
But the fowl had hidden well;
“We can't go way, it wouldn’t be fair,”
Said May, half crying; “I do declare.
I never should dare to tell!”
“] wish, I wish,” wept sorrowful Fay,
“We'd minded mamma, and kept away!
No use to talk!
Some terrible hawk
-Has carried her up in the air!”

But that was a great mistake of hers,
For, still as a mouse when Tabby stirs,
From the roof she peered below;
And a mother, as all the world avers,
Whether in satin, or feathers, or furs
Is a match for every foe.
But the very minute they came in sight
She pounced on May, like a flash of light;

Like the teeth of saws

Were the sharp, sharp claws,

And they clung to the child like burs.

Oh, the hen had whetted her horny beak!
‘And she pecked and pecked the pretty red
cheek

Till down the red blood rolled,
All the birds of the air heard little May
shriek!
Looked down and saw how a maiden meek,
Could fight like a soldier bold!
For Fay, with her little fat hands doubled
tight,
Went hitting old Swallow-tail, left and right,
Vet the hen stuck fast,
Till over at last
Fell May, all blinded and weak!

Away to her chickens, “eight, nine, ten,”
Went the terrible bird that scared the men,
And whipped disobedient girls;
And the children, safely at home again,
Owned all their naughtiness there and then,
While mamma smoothed the curls
And bathed the wounds all swollen and red;
But, though not an angry word she said,

To see her so sad,

Hurt ’most as bad

As the beak of the swallow-tailed hen!
—AMANDA T. JONES.



©hristmas ve.

ND ah! hark there!

41 On the midnight air

Comes the faintest tingle of fairy
bells.

They are coming near,

They are coming here,

And their sweet sound swelling of joy fore-

tells.



It is Santa Claus,

And he cannot pause;

But down the chimney he quickly slides;
Each stocking fills,

Till it almost spills,

Then gaily chuckles, and off he glides.

How happy he,

The saint to be

Of all the girls and all the boys!

He hears his praise

Thro’ the holidays,

As they eat their sweets, and break theiz
toys.

So still he smiles,

| And the time beguiles

Concocting schemes our hearts to cheer;

He loves us all,

And great and small

Regret that he comes but once a year.
—WILLIAM BARCLAY DUNHAM.


















































































































































Diving the fees.

"HE bees have swarmed,” said Hal, as he rushed into the
kitchen where his mother was at work.

“What shall we do? Your father will not be at
home for several hours,” said the mother.

“Do! Why, I can hive them, ” said Hal. “I
watched papa hive the other swarm.”
“Do!” said the house-maid, before Hal had finished—

do! Drum on pans and pails. Make all the noise you can, so they will alight.
That’s the way Carrie Barnes did when her bees swarmed. Her mother and
all the rest drummed on tin pans.”

Hal went to the barn for a new hive, and the children got pans and pails
and went to drumming with sticks. The house-maid got an old stove-pipe and
laid it across a broken cart-wheel and she drummed, making more noise than
all the rest.

“Oh, what a racket!” said Hal, as he dusted the hive and wet the inside
with sweetened water.

What the bees thought of the noise I do not know, but they soon began to
settle upon a raspberry-bush. I really think they went there because their
queen led them, but the house-maid thought it was because of the noise they
made.

While the children saw that the dark bunch grew larger and larger on the
raspberry-bush Hal put his father’s bee-veil over his hat, buttoned his coat to
the chin over it, and then drew on long gauntlet gloves.

“Now I’m ready for the bees,” said Hal.

“J wish I had a veil,” said Ruby.

“Tm going to crawl into this gunny-sack,” said little Ned, “and look
through the holes.”

Then all the little children pulled gunny-sacks over their heads, arms and
hands, and ran up close to the bees while Hal was hiving them.

Hal worked very gently. He pried up the bush. Taking hold of the top
of it with one hand he put the other hand under the roots and lifted the whole
mass of bees over the hive. He gave ita quick shake, which dropped the most
of them into the hive.

With great care and delicate touches he brushed the bees away from the
edge of the hive and replaced the cover.

“] don’t believe I have killed three bees,” said Hal, delighted with his
success. ‘‘I believe we should have lost that swarm if it had not been for you,
Hal,” added his mother.

“You mean if we hadn't drummed on the pans,” cried the house-maid.

When Hal’s father came his boy tried to look sober as he said: ‘‘Papa,
the bees swarmed two hours ago!”

His father looked at him a minute, adding: “And you have hived them?”

“Yes, sir,” said Hal, with sparkling eyes.

“You have done a good thing,” replied his father, proudly.

His father gave him that hive of bees, from which he has raised many

others.
—Mrs. O. HowaRD.



y HAT an ill-shapen monster is shown in this picture! It is
called the devil fish, and it is certainly well named. It is
called by this title not only on account of its ugly shape, but
because of its fierce attacks upon other inmates of the sea,
The real name of this fish is the Octopus, which means
eight-footed, though it is also known as the cuttle fish and
the squid. With its picture before us it is not necessary to
describe its shape. Indeed, this would be hard to do. The most
striking feature is the great staring eyes—which are said to be
larger than those of any other animal. They have been known to measure
eight inches in diameter. Think re
of two great eyes eight inches
across staring you in the face! Its®
eight arms are furnished with
little fleshy cups with shell-like
edges; these fasten to any object
coming within their reach and
cling so tightly that no victim can
escape the monster’s clasp until
its arms are cut off. Some kinds
of these fish have long feelers, or
tentacles, about three times the
length of the body of the fish. Its
width is nearly as great. Its
mouth is situated in the center of
the body and food is carried to it
by the arms, and it has not only
one but several rows of teeth. It
has a very funny way of moving;
instead of using its arms to help itself, as we would think, it breathes in large
quantities of water through its gills and then by a sudden motion Squirts the
water out of a tube near the head. This drives the fish backward like an
arrow. The Octopus is usually found in deep water, often-times among the
rocks on the bottom; although frequently found floating on the surface it seems
to prefer to live beneath the water. The color is black above and white be-
neath, though it possesses the strange power of changing its color so as to


appear like surrounding objects. When watching for prey it lies with arms rest-
ing and tenacles flying, looking much like sea-weed, but let a careless fish draw
near and it will be instantly dragged down by its terrible arms, which fold them-
selves about it and draw it to the central mouth, and all is over.

The Octopus has not been studied as carefully as many other sea mon-
sters. Living as it does in deep water it is not so easy to study. Many won-
derful stories are told by sailors of their lying upon the ocean looking like small
islands and of even taking hold of small ships and of drawing the vessel with
all its crew to the depthsbelow. Some of the smaller species have been driven
ashore even on our own coast. In theearly part of this century one was driven
ashore at the entrance of Delaware Bay and was so heavy as to require four
pair of oxen to bring it tothe shore. It was said to weigh about five tons, that
is, as much as ten good sized horses. It was seventeen feet long and eight-
teen feet wide. Its mouth was nearly three feet across. Do you wonder at its
strength?

During gales of wind, or in places where there is a small current, fishermen
often drive them into shallow water where they are usually captured, large
quantities of oil are then taken from their livers; so we see that even the
ugly devil fish, hideous as he is, may be made to serve the purpose of man.

Only five [M\inutes.

IVE minutes late and the table is| Five minutes late and school has begun,



spread, What are rules for, if you break every one?
~%| The children are seated and grace | Just as the scholars are seated and quiet
has been said; You hurry in with disturbance and riot.

Even the baby, all sparkling and rosy,

Sits in her chair by mamma, so Seay Five minutes late on this bright Sabbath
1ts 1n ’ .

morn;
Five minutes late and your hair all askew, All the good people to church have now

There is your chairand your tumbler and plate, Ah, when you stand at the Beautiful Gate,

Just as the comb was drawn hastily through. | gone.
Cold cheer for those who are five minutes late. What would you do if five minutes late?
: O)lga’s [P\armozets.

“BOVE all things keep the child amused,” said the Doctor ina
decided tone to Mrs. Wrangham, who had followed him out
of her little daughter’s sick-room to receive his latest directions.
“Good morning!’ and the busy doctor was down-stairs and driv-
ing away in his brougham before another word could be said.
af Poor Mrs. Wrangham! MHer’s was indeed a difficult task
She had but just lost [Byes cE Z

her husband, when her
only child, Olga, fell
ill, and as her malady
seemed to baffle the
country doctors she
was brought to the city
to beunderacelebrated
physician. He at once
pronounced the little
girl tobe suffering from
disease of the spine,
and whilst ordering her
very careful treatment,
he was most anxious,
as we have heard, that
she should have cheer-
ful surroundings.





“If only we were at
home,” sighed the poor
mother to herself, ‘I
couldthenasktheneigh-
bor’s children to look in
now and then. Theyare
always so good to Ol-
ga; but here I know
absolutely no one, and how can I amuse my poor child?”

She was tired out with grief and anxiety, and could no longer restrain her
tears, though she would gladly haveconcealed them, as she heard her landlady
tap at the door.
























































“Is the young lady worse, m’m?” asked the woman.

‘No, not exactly worse,” said Mrs. Wrangham; “but it will be a long case,
and the Doctor has just told me that my child must be amused, and I am
fairly puzzled to know how to doit.” She was nearly breaking down again.

“Don’t fret, m’m,” said the kind-hearted landlady. ‘Miss Olga is only a
child, and children are not difficult to amuse. Let me go and sit with her a little
bit, whilst you rest,” and without waiting for an answer she went up-stairs, and
Mrs. Wrangham gladly availed herself of the opportunity of washing away all-
traces of tears.

Olga was lying perfectly straight on her invalidcouch, but she looked wist-
fully up as the landlady entered the room. ‘‘Where’s mother?” she asked; “‘is
she with the Doctor still?”

“Doctor! Oh, dear, no; he’s been gone some time, Miss Olga. Your
mamma will be here ina minute, I’m sure, but she said I might come and see
you first, for I wanted to tell you about some queer pets my sailor nephew has
just brought me from Brazil—marmozets he calls them. Such soft, loving
little things—sort of monkeys they are, and I was wondering if you would like
to see them.”

“Oh, do bring them up here!” exclaimed Olga, eagerly. “I should so like
tosee them.” _

“Tl fetch them at once,” said the landlady good-naturedly; and in a few
minutes she was back again, and in her arms were two little marmozets, who
were uttering little shrieks something like the shrill singing of a bird. “They
always make that noise when they’re frightened,” explained the woman; “for
they are timid little creatures, but so loving and affectionate.”

“Oh, the little beauties!” cried Olga, her eyes beaming with delight. ‘Oh,
please let, me have them—put them here inthe shawl. Oh, see how they cud-
dle up tome! They are almost like tiny kittens, only they have monkey’s
faces, and such long, skinny hands, and very long tails. Oh, I do love these
dear little things!”

Mrs. Wrangham just.now entered the room, and could hardly believe it
was Olga who was speaking so eagerly and looking so interested—she who gen-
erally was,still and listless.

“See, mother!” cried: the: child, “look at the httle dears! What do you
give them to eat?” she asked, suddenly speaking to the landlady. ‘Woulda
bit of sponge-cake hurt them?”

“No, they’d enjoy that, and they like fruit, too. See here, Miss Olga! Let
me put them on the table here, and.if they may have a cherry or two off this
dish, you'll see how they'll eat.”
So some cherries and currants were put on the table that stood by Olga’s
couch, and the two little marmozets pounced hastily upon them, even throwing
down Olga’s delicate sponge-cakes in their anxiety to begin on the fruit.

In a minute or two, however, they again uttered their comical little cry of
terror, and, clinging together, they retreated against a pot of geraniums which
stood on the edge of the table.

“T see what's the matter,” cried Olga; “it’sthose wasps! They must have
come in by the window after the fruit. The marmozets are afraid of them;
drive them away, please, mother dear.”

Mrs. Wrangham and the landlady both got up to chase away the intruders,
but the wasps were loth to leave the fruit, and gave a great deal of trouble
before they were finally driven out of the window. Meanwhile, Olga lay back
on her pillows and fairly laughed out loud at all the fuss and bustle!

When the little animals were at last taken down-stairs again Olga asked
her mother for a book on natural history, and Mrs. Wrangham, only too glad
to gratify any wish of her child, at once borrowedone. It was, however, rather
a disappointment, for it said very little about marmozets, merely stating that
they were of the genus Hapale, from the Greek, meaning soft and gentle, and
that they were chiefly found in the forests of Brazil, where they lived on nuts
and fruit, and on fish and eels, which they could catch for themselves, for,
though small, they were very strong and active.

* * % & * * * * *

When, at the end of the month, the little girl was sufficiently recovered to
be able to return home, both little marmozets went with her, for the landlady

declared it would be a shame to separate such friends.
—E. AB,









4d
fifty Sears PAgo. .

~H, the battles we fought in
the olden times,
The snow-balls and bloody
noses,
As worthyto be rehearsed
in rhymes
Asthe Britishers’ “Wars of the Roses!”





How the weird, white, whizzing missiles flew,
Like shot from a Gatling gun;

As the battle fierce and fiercer grew—
Wa'n’t it fun!

At mornings, our baskets with ample supply
Of goodies, a plentiful store;

Doughnuts and sausage and pie—pumpkin

pie!

And when empty we all wanted more.

Then hurrah! for the sport and the glee;
The wrestle ring, tripping with heel and
with toe—
Now doubling, now twisting, now pinioned,
now free;
Now all in a heap in the snow,
Rough and tumble we go!

_ And do you remember the spelling school
bees, :
And Marshall’s old speller, our pride,
When “phthisic” and “heifer” and “victuals”
and “frieze”
Were the stunners so few could abide?
And so we went down on each side!

Then the bragging and betting and boasting,
Over sleds, in those old bygone days;

And the marvelous speed of the coasting
That would stir up a clamor or craze?

Down “iilside dashing,
Through snow spray flashing,

Into deep hollows crashing,

Midst the mealy snow banks splashing——
Gracious! how we sped!

A dozen on a sled.

The lusty shouting of the boys;
The half scared daring of the girls;
The grand, tumultuous, healthful joys,
The flash and flutter of wanton curls—
O,’twas fun! wa’n’t it,boys—wa’'n’t it, girls?
When plump into snowdrifts like lightning
we flew,
With a thug and a whirl;
And for three glorious minutes we none of
us knew
Which was boy; which was girl!
Aye, wa’n't it fun! .

But the “girls” are to grandmothers grown,
And we “boys” are grandfathers, too;
We bow to the marvel and own
The incredible true.

But there is something that never grows old
In the man who has acted his part;

In the woman who lives to unfold

The blossom God plants in her heart.

Full fifty years, and can it be!
Five rounded decades told;
Ploughed with the deeds of history,
And sown with seeds—-a hundredfold
Of glorious harvest yet to reap,
In coming decades, when
From graves where our great martyrs sleep
Shall grow a race of men
Whose lives shall make the state
And nation great,
From Plymouth Rock to Golden Gate.
Purging the land!


Gn |nquiring [D\ind.

ACN inquiring mind, they say, is a great blessing. Benedict was
blessed with more than the usual amount of curiosity gener-
ally attributed to the young Americans of every generation.





“3 o Wir] say “blessed,” but lam notsure but those who knew him
Ke le a would have said “cursed,” for it led him into all sorts of
“x Re mischief and trouble.

a his From his earliest lisp his life was to those around him one huge

Soy

Ct interrogation point—he must know the whys and wherefores of every-
thing. From the time he cried for the moon and could not be made to

understand why he could not have it, his PUEDE’ seemed formed to devote

all his energies to scientific research.

At a very tender age he had ruined his sister's large wax doll in the vain
attempt to discover the philosophy of its “crying” and “going to sleep,” had
smashed the best mirror to see how his reflection got between the glass and the
wooden back, had amputated the cat’s tail to see if another would grow and if
she really had nine, had helped a brood of chickens prematurely from their
shell, and the kittens to get their eyes open at a very early period of their
existence, and had carried out other devices fully as original.

He soon became a terror to his brothers and sisters, and to all his young
playmates. He never kept a toy fora day himself, nor allowed them to do
so. They must all be sacrificed to his propensity for finding out the mechan-
ism of everything.

On this account he never could be left at home alone, and must accompany
his parents everywhere, much to the annoyance of their friends. But his fond
parents would say that their Allan wes so ingenious, he was sure to be a great
philosopher or inventor some day. Had they tried, they at first might have
directed his “ingenuity” in the proper channel, but they feared to restrain it,
lest they should nip his future philosophical experimentsin the bud. But when
he ruined his father’s fine gold chronometer to see ‘‘what made the wheels go
‘round,” and his mother’s new sewing machine for the same purpose—the bud
nipped him.

‘But the halcyon time in Allen’s existence was the week between the winter
holidays. This was usually spent at some of the homes of numerous uncles
and aunts, or else at his grandparents’. There different surroundings opened
a new field to him, and the numerous holiday toys proved fresh food for
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which nearly terminated his earthly career, and certainly aided in shortening |
his philosophical one. His visit was almost over, to the secret delight of nota

few. He had already opened the old-fashioned bellows which hung near the

fire-place, to see where the wind came from, and how it got there, had alter-

nately fastened chairs to the weights of the ancient clock in the hall and taken

the weights entirely off to note the different effects; and when a housemaid had

unwisely told him that the old manin the clock would get after him if he didn't

leave it alone, he was found one morning fearlessly stirring the works up witha

poker to “let the old man out.”

The week had nearly exhausted his resources, when a happy thought
struck him in theshape of Uncle John’s powder-horn on the mantel. He won-
dered if it would go off like a gun if he threw it in the fire. He tried it. The
horn didn’t go off, but he did. The report that was heard was loudér than a
gun—groans and screams aroused the whole house.

He lay embalmed in lint and salve for two weeks, the burden of his con-
versation being that he would never meddle with another thing as long as he
lived. This closed the experimental career of the Benedict family’s great phi-
losopher and inventor, for when he arrived at the prime of life his only gift to
his country had been a troop of young Benedicts, in whom he had perpetrated
as much love for research as he himself had ever possessed.


©raeie’s [iission.

stood a hundred in spelling to-night,” said little Gracie Elwood, joy-
ously, as she ran lightly into the sitting-room after school. ‘But oh,
mamma! Carrie Olsen wrote every one of her words at her seat, all
right you know, and then just traced them over in the class. I didw? -
think she'd do such a thing as ¢hat, did you? The teacher knew it in
a minute. But I don’t believe she'll ever doit again. The teacher talked to
her, and she felt very badly about it.”

Mrs. Elwood’s mother-heart was stirred immediately. She knew Carrie
Olsen to be a timid, quiet, sensitive little foreigner, not quite ‘‘a stranger ina
strange land,” and yet not quite at home among her American playmates. She
knew, too, that Carrie was not naturally given to deception, and she wondered
—well, she wondered if children’s faults were ever dealt with quite as carefully
as they ought to be.

“Oh, lam so sorry!” she said to Gracie. ‘Doesn't Carrie study?”

“Yes, she studies. But shehasn’t any book. She has to take mine before
recess.”

“Can you not help her? Can you not hear her spell the words at noon or
recess?”

“IT don’t believe I could. She would want to play.”

“But why not play school and all spell your lessons?”

“Oh, the girls wouldn’t. They'd spell wrong just for fun.”

“If you said to them, ‘Please let us spell them right so as to learn them,’
wouldn’t they?”

“T’d rather let some oneelse be teacher, mamma; I teach so much,” said
Gracie, still shrinking from this which her mother wished her to do.

Mrs. Elwood divined that she did not like to assume any superiority over
her little mates, and respected the instinct. But she knew, too, that her wise,
womanly, warm-hearted little daughter was a favorite in school, and had much
power to wound or gladden those: about her; a power that carried with it re-
sponsibility for both mother and child.

“At any rate, Gracie, you will be good to her? She needs some one to be
good to her now. You will play with her, and help ‘her all you can?” .

“Oh, yes, mamma. I always do.”

And mamma knew that she always meant to be kind and loving toward all,
though doubtless she sometimes failed.
The day following, when school closed, Gracie went home more sedately,
though none the less happily.

“Mamma,” she said, with a slight touch of awe, “Mrs. Olsen called me up
to the gate, this morning, and asked me if I wouldn’t help Carrie get her lessons.

‘She said Carrie came home from school last night crying, and cried all
night, and she couldn’t find out what was the matter, I didn’t tell her, mam-
ma, I thought I wouldn’t. She said she-.guessed Carrie found some one to play
with in school, but Carrie doesn’t. She can’t learn quite so easily, that’s all.
I helped her to-day, though, andshe only missed one word to-night. Wont
her mother be glad! And I’m going to help her every day now.”

So, although she was not looking for it, and would never have called it by
that name, Gracie had found a “mission,” while Mrs. Elwood thanked God for
the trust reposed in her little daughter, and prayed for wisdom to guide the

child aright, that the trust might not be violated.
—MaRI0On LISLE.
, ee tee

Boy's \Manted Fhe @ittle @ad’s Answer.
RG

AAANTED—a boy.” How often we & UR little lad came in one day
These very common words may ©) With dusty shoes and tired feet—
see. SA His playtime had been hard and long
Wanted—a boy to errands run, Out in the summer’s noontide heat.



Wanted for everything under the sun.
All that the men to-day can do
‘To-morrow the boys will be doing too,
For the time is ever coming when
The boys must stand in place of men.

Wanted—the world wants boys to-day,
And she offers them all she has for pay.
Honor, wealth, position, fame,

A useful life and a deathless name.
Boys to shape the paths for men,

Boys to guide the plow and pen,

Boys to forward the tasks begun,

For the world’s great work is never done.

The world is anxious to employ

Not just one but every boy

Whose heart and brain will e’er be true
To work his hands shall find to do
Honest, faithful, earnest, kind;

To good awake, to evil blind;

Heart of gold without alloy,

Wanted: The world wants such a boy.

“I’m glad I’m home,” he cried, and hung
His torn straw hat up in the hall,
While in a corner by the door
He put away his bat and ball.

“I wonder why,” his auntie said,
“This little lad always comes here,
When there are many other homes
As nice as this, and quite as near.”
He stood a moment deep in thought,
Then, with the love-light in his eye,
He pointed where his mother sat,
And said, “She lives here, that is why!”

With beaming face the mother heard;
Her mother-heart was very glad.
A true, sweet answer, he had given—
That thoughtful, loving little lad.
And wellI know that hosts of lads
Are just as loving, true, and dear;
That they would answer ashe did,
“Tis home, for mother’s living here.”
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@n Gast |ndian Byome.

ET your map and perhaps you can find the island of New
Guinea. Ah, here itis, lying near the equator and extending
several hundred miles south of that. This island is worth our
study. It is about four times as large as the six New England
states. Of course, no frost is known in that region—the trees
» are always green, the flowers always blooming. Here we find
the banana, the palm, the cocoanut and fruits in abundance. Our picture
shows the banana tree in front and a couple of cocoanut trees in the rear.
These trees usually surround the homes of the East India man. They are
chosen not for ornament and shade but for their fruit. These fruits are not the
most abundant and cheapest in the island, yet almost any other could be gotten
along without much better than they.

The banana is to the East India people what bread is to the Americans.


The cocoanut not only furnishes them food but its oil is used for light and a
cooling, pleasant drinx is also obtained from it. The houses in that part of the
world are very much alike. The poorer class—and those include nearly all the
people —build entirely with bamboo and roof with palm leaves. No sound of
hammer is heard in building these houses; a saw and hatchet is all that is
. needed. The sawcuts the poles intoa required length. The hatchet splits
and dresses those that are to be used for siding and floor. The posts are set
firmly in the grounda few feet apart and some eight feet above the surface.
The first and only floor is laid a few feet above the ground; the rafters are set
at a moderate pitch. The poles and slats are tied together when necessary.
The palm leaf shingles that are then put upon them are fastened in the same
way. The leaves which are used for this purpose are from the mangrove; they
are long and narrow and while green are bent over a stick about three feet long,
so as to lie in courses. One of these leaf roofs, when laid well, will last from
eight to ten years without leaking. The houses have no windows. Upon one
side is a door that can be opened and shut at pleasure; this door is made of
basket work and serves to let in the light. The lower story of the house is
never enclosed. This is, they say, due toa fear of the overflow of rivers, the
fear of wild beasts and serpents and also the thought that sickness results from
living and sleeping onthe ground. It would seem that this mode of building is
rather a habit than anything else, as in every locality, even where there is no
danger of overflow from water or where are no serpents or wild beasts, the houses
are builtinthe sameway. If anativeis asked why the houses are built so high,
the usual answer is, ‘Our houses are frail and we build high to keep away from
robbers.” The door is reached by a light narrow ladder, which by night is
drawn up, and with the door tied the natives feel quite secure. No fire is ever
built in one of these dwellings; the cooking is done outside.. The furniture is
very meagre indeed; it seldom exceeds two or three grass mats, a couple of rush
pillows, a rice pot and frying pan of earthenware, a betel box and a spittoon.
The cost of these houses is not very great. They seldom exceed $12 or $15,
and one native reported to his employer, after an absence of four days, “that.
he had married a wife and built and furnished a house, all atan expense of $6.00.”
Not all the people of New Guinea are fortunate enough to have houses. Thou-
sands live, year in and year out, without a roof of their own to give them shelter,
with only the ground for their bed and the sky for covering. Nature has pro-
vided soabundantly for these people that they are but little disposed to provide
for themselves.


Ghe [®\issing Peneil-@ase.

R( TWAS an aluminum pencil-case, ‘warranted to wear like 18-carat
gold,” which George had bought for twenty-five cents of a jeweler
in Kingsthorpe who was selling off his surplus stock. Arthur was
@> much struck with the elegance and desirability of the purchase.

“T’ll swap with you for it!” he said. “I'll give you my two-
bladed knife and a big jew’s-harp.”

“Hah! Don’t you wish you may get it?” responded Geerge.

But undisguised admiration, with, perhaps, a covetousness—for
Iam not going to make out that Arthur Hewlet was perfection—
were visible in his cousin’s eyes as they lingeringly followed the return of the
pencil to George’s breast-pocket.

The two boys, with some companions, spent the greater part of that after-
noon, which was a half-holiday, in playing “rounders” on the common. George,
who in anything of this sort displayed tremendous energy, took off his jacket
and threw it on the grass, near at hand, that he might have the freer use of his
arms.

“Oh, I say!” he observed to his chum, Parkins, as they returned home;
“you haven’t seen what I bought in Kingsthorpe yesterday.”

He felt in his breast-pocket, but no pencil was there.

“]—what—why! Where's it gone?” he queried in consternation, standing
still that he might the better search in every one of his pockets. “Why, I’ve
never gone and lost it, surely!”

“Lost what?”

“A jolly nice gold pencil-case—or as good as gold—that I gave a shilling
for!” answered George. ‘Well, it’s gone, anvhow, as clean as a whistle! Well,
now, here’s a go!”

“Tt might have fallen out when you took your coat off,” suggested Parkins.
The others were far ahead by this time, and Arthur out of sight. ‘“Let’s go
back and see.”

They did so, searching the grass upon their hands and knees for a radius
of several yards from the place where the game had been played, and so nar-
rowly that nothing larger than a needle could have escaped their sharp eyes.
But nothing did they find but a button off Percy Powell’s waistcoat—he was
continually shedding his buttons wherever he went!—and as the spring twilight
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“It zsa rum thing!” quoth Parkins. ‘You say you had it in your hand,
showing it to Arthur, just before you came out?”

“Yes, And I’m positively certain I put it in my left-hand breast-pocket.
A jolly shame I call it!”

Something in George’s tone caused Parkins tu glance at him curiously, but
the latter made no remark.

At home George made a grand fuss about his loss and the ‘‘shame” it was,
making himself and everybody around him quite miserable over it. At school
he adopted a somewhat different tone, and, without saying anything openly,
contrived, by hints and ominous silences, to communicate to a chosen few his
suspicions concerning the matter, which were nothing less than that Arthur
had stolen the pencil-case out of the pocket of his coat while it lay on the
ground!

It was very shocking that George should be able to think such a thing of
his cousin, and did not speak very well for his own uprightness of character.

“But I know he’s a young sneak, with his smooth, soft ways!” he said to
himself.

Not many days after Percy Powell mysteriously beckoned George into a
nice quiet corner of the play-ground, alone.

“T say,” he began confidentially and with a knowing look, ‘‘young Arthur's
got a gold pencil-case just like the one you say you've lost!”

“Has he? How do you know?” George eagerly asked.

“Saw it! I had my eye on him when he didn’t think, and he brought the
thing out of his pocket and began fingering it. But he popped it away pretty
quick when he caught sight of me!”

“The young thief!” said George, savagely, between his teeth.

“Why don’t you tax him with it?” asked Percy.

“He'd be sure to make up some tarradiddle or other,” answered George,
who shrank from openly charging his cousin with theft and giving him a chance
to vindicate himself, which would at least have been a manly thing to do, though
he was cowardly enough to blacken his character in secret. ‘Besides, he’s
mother’s pet, you know, and as I’m living with them they can make things
precious hot for me if they like!”

Rapidly the poison spread. The boys eyed Arthur askance, and. ‘“‘cold-
shouldered” him, and daily sent him farther on his lonesome journey to
“Coventry.” The poor lad was troubled and puzzled enough at this strange
behavior, as may be supposed, but from no one could he get anything like a
satisfactory explanation.

About ten days from the date of George’s loss his birthday came round.
Among numerous presents from friends and relations was one from Arthur:
an aluminum pencil-case, as nearly as possible like the one that had disap-
peared! Not its exact counterpart, however, for the chasing in this case was in
perpendicular lines, whereas that on George’s choice was in a spiral form.

“Arthur had planned to get one for himself,” his aunt privately informed
him, “but seeing how you grieved about the loss of yours he bought it for you
instead.”

How red George turned, and how mean he felt!

lam glad to say that he took the earliest opportunity of telling this fact
to allthe boys whom he had caused to share his own unworthy and uncharitable
suspicions, and George was glad, too, when, shortly afterward, spring cleaning
revealed the missing pencil-case snugly concealed beneath the edge of the
dining-room carpet, and Aunt Annie’s careful scrutiny discovered a small hole
in the corner of her nephew’s left breast-pocket, which he had declared was
quite secure.




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Robbie's Sleigh-Ride.

OBBIE DAWSON did so hate to write compositions, and now
he must have one about ‘‘goats” ready to be handed in by the
next Thursday. It was Tuesday already, and he didn't know
any more about goats than he did the week before, when his
subject was given him. He told his Uncle Robert that all he

8 knew about them was that they were a very fine thing for a boy
to have, and he wished he had one to drive.

Finally a happy thought struck him. “I'll go and get Uncle Robert to
write it for me,” said he to himself. ‘“He’s going back to New York next
week, and it’s a pity if he can’t do a favor for a fellow before he goes.”

Uncle Robert was easily found but not so easily persuaded, as Robbie
found to his sorrow.

“Look here, Robbie, my boy,” said he, ‘“‘your schooling wont be of the
least benefit to you, as you will learn to your cost when it is too late to rectify,
if you are going to get some one else to do all the tasks set before you. You
are the one that needs the discipline, not I, but if I were to do it I would reap
all the benefits, and you would reap allthe harm. Besices, it would be cheating
your teacher. :

“But I'll tell you what I will do. Find out all you can about goats, their
home, nature, use, etc.; copy it neatly twice, once for me and once for your
teacher. Hand your teacher hers, and if she accepts hers I will mine, and will
send you a live specimen of the animal as soon as I get home, providing that
you promise hereafter to do all the tasks assigned you without seeking or re-
ceiving unlawful assistance.”

“Tt’s a bargain,” said Robbie, and off he rushed to the library for pencils,
papers, and book helps.

By Wednesday night two neatly written sheets of foolscap lay in his
desk, one addressed to his teacher, and the other to his Uncle Robert. They
were both delivered with great solemnity Thursday morning. Friday, at
close of school, the teacher returned hers so that he might practice for reading
it at the close of the term the next week. It was marked too per cent.

He took it home in high glee, and proudly showed it to his uncle, whe
seemed as much pleased as he.

Uncle Robert left the following morning for New York, and before another
week rolled round Robbie was in possession of not one goat, but two, labeled
Punch and Judy.