&&000 HARCOURT BRACE JOVANOVICH (1979) 7TH GRADE HBJ9797T.ASC LEVEL 13 -- EXPLORING PATHS Margaret Early et al Source: Hobart WS xerox scan edit by DPH February 13, 1993 &&111 =Edgar never married. Probably =Mary's was the closest friendship he ever had with a woman. When =Edgar had trouble finding the right model for his paintings, =Mary posed for him. =Mary never married either. Her art was her life. The two were friends for =forty years, though not without difficulty. Both had strong personalities, and they very often clashed. When they did, six months or more might go by without their seeing each other. But something always brought them back together again. =Mary =Cassatt's real introduction into the world of great art came with her representation in an =Impressionist show in =1879 in =Paris. She exhibited a painting called =La =Loge. It showed a girl in a box at the opera, smiling and holding a fan. The work was superb. The feeling and composition were of the highest quality. But the new =Impressionist movement was strange and laughable in most people's eyes. The =Paris critics blasted the show. They did, however, compliment the works of =Mary =Cassatt and =Edgar =Degas. At the next Impressionist show, artist =Paul =Gauguin remarked, =Mademoiselle =Cassatt has much charm, but she has more force. =Alice =Hamilton was born in =New =York in =1869. Quite early in her life, she became concerned with poverty, hunger, and sickness. In her was a need to serve. =Alice made up her mind to become a doctor. She studied medicine at the =University of =Michigan and later in =New =England. When =Northwestern =University offered her a job teaching pathology, she accepted. It was a chance to work in the field for which she had trained. She taught classes during the day on weekdays. Evenings, weekends, and summers, however, were spent at =Hull =House. Hull =House was a social settlement house in a =Chicago slum area. Dr =Hamilton worked on a number of medical projects there to help the poor. With =Julia =Lathrop, another =Hull =House resident, she went to visit a large Illinois hospital. The women were shocked by the bleak wards and the =hundreds of patients in rags. Together, they proposed a list of improvements for the hospital. Many of their ideas were accepted and carried out. =Alice then began a clinic for children at =Hull =House. Branching Out. =Hull =House's activities grew in size and number. =Alice =Hamilton's spare-time services grew, too. She worked in adult education courses. She helped many people find jobs. She looked into the causes of a dangerous outbreak of typhoid. Her medical work also moved ahead. While teaching at =Northwestern, she spent two days a week doing research. Although she liked research, something was missing. At =Hull =House, =Alice had a sense of service to people. In her laboratory work, people were far away. She thought it would be wonderful to do something in which she could use all her training and experience. A few years ago, =Virginia =Beach, =Virginia, was a flat, sandy city near the ocean. And like every other city, =Virginia =Beach had a problem: garbage disposal. It costs a lot of money to collect garbage, dump it, and then burn it. A dump full of burning waste looks ugly and smells bad. Its smoke pollutes the air. The waste does not burn entirely, and rats are attracted to it. The dump makes an ugly, useless scar on the land. So some people in =Virginia =Beach came up with an idea. Let's do something useful with our trash, they suggested. Let's pile it up, cover it with dirt, and make ourselves a mountain. Trying something new is always risky. It can be expensive to find out if an idea will work. Fortunately, Sometime later, =Carver was asked to speak about soil improvement at a new church near =Montgomery. He learned that the people of the community could not afford to buy paint for their church, and they were concerned that the coming rains would ruin the new wood. In a few days, a little wagon drew up in front of the church. =Carver and several students climbed down, unloaded pails of blue paint from the wagon, and went to work. By the next weekend, the community had a bright, newly painted church. And when the rains finally came, the paint neither cracked nor peeled. That spring the cotton was in full bloom. Many of the farmers had taken =Carver's advice. They had rested their acres with sweet potatoes or cowpeas. They had enriched their soil with fertilizer. Then they had planted their cotton, and they looked forward to the best harvest in many years. Money would at last be plentiful; good times had come to =Alabama. But when they arose one morning and looked out across their fields, they gasped in horror! In one night, the lovely blossoms had turned brown and were falling to the ground. The leaves had yellowed and the stalks drooped. The dreaded boll weevil had arrived, and the entire cotton crop was doomed. Nothing could drive out this terrible pest until it had its fill. =Billions of eggs would be left, which could only be flushed from the soil with the strongest of poisons. But these poisons would also kill the young cotton seeds. =Carver heard the cry that had gone up all around him. He had a few acres of cotton, but his peanut vines stood green and sturdy in the sun. The boll weevil hadn't touched them! Here was food for thought. Already, he knew much about the peanut. He organized his facts and took his findings into =Shirley was flabbergasted. She invited the woman inside the house. It isn't much, said the woman, handing =Shirley an envelope. We don't have much to give. But it's a beginning, and we're going to go out and collect more. Inside the envelope =Shirley found =$9'62, all in coins. She hugged the lady tightly. I know what this money means to you, she whispered. We'll make it together, you and I. After the woman had left, =Shirley carefully wrapped the envelope of coins in a handkerchief and put it away in the top drawer of her dresser. I'm going to keep this envelope always, she said to her husband =Conrad, just the way it is. I've been wondering when you were going to start thinking about that =Congressional seat, =Conrad replied. Oh, I've been thinking about it, all right. Your =Assembly =District is the heart of the new =Congressional =District, =Conrad pointed out. It seems to me that you'd be the logical choice of the party leaders. A few evenings later, =Conrad came home to find =Shirley poring over a set of large books. I see you wasted no time in getting hold of the election rolls, he said with a grin. It's fascinating, =Conrad. You can tell so much about a neighborhood just from looking at the names of the registered voters. You've always gotten along well with all kinds of people, said =Conrad, as he leafed through the pages. There's something else here, =Conrad. It appears that there are =thousands more women voters in this district than men. That is interesting, =Conrad agreed. The women voters have always been fierce about you, =Shirley. The =Twelfth =CD is looking better all the time. The following week, =Shirley =Chisholm announced that she was running for =Congress. Shortly afterward, another =Henson trotted beside his sledge, feeling a mounting excitement. His exhaustion, his frozen flesh, his sore eyes were all forgotten in the drama of each yard gained. In this fever of the final chase he also lost some of his judgment. There could be no other explanation of what was about to happen. =Henson came to the edge of the lead that had only recently frozen over with young ice. His team drew up and waited for his order. Normally he would have scouted east or west to find firmer ice, but he could not stand the thought of such a delay. He viewed the young ice and decided it would hold. =Huk! he cried, and he snapped the whip. After a few yards onto the ice it was clear they were in trouble. The thin sheet began to sag beneath their weight. The dogs crouched to their bellies and whimpered, but =Henson refused to turn back. =Huk! he cried. And as they advanced, he walked spread-legged to distribute his weight. A new sound came to his ears. He looked down to see that the sledge runners were cutting through the sheet of ice and throwing up a wet wake of bubbles. He cried out frantically to the dogs and threw his weight against the sledge in an effort to get it on firm ice. But his pressure was fatal. It broke the ice beneath his feet, and he went down. For a moment the furs kept him afloat. Then he felt the searing pain of the water pouring into his boots. He began striking out, clutching for something solid, but the thin ice broke beneath his flailing arms. The pain swept through his body. =Henson was filled with a wild anger against the fate that had brought him within a few miles of the =Pole, only then to destroy him. But there was nothing he could do. Suddenly, his descent was checked. Then, by some miracle, he began to rise in the water. He felt himself being lifted clear of the water and dropped down on firm ice, like a beached fish. He looked up into the calm, brown face of =Ootah, who still gripped him by the back of his fur jacket. Without a word the guide went methodically about the work to be done. He tied up the dogs and pulled off =Henson's boots to put his feet against his own warm, dry belly. Then he hear about my friends adventures or to run with them. I paid my money, got skates fitted, big enough to fit over the braces, and got out on the floor. I'd made it around once, using my crutches in ski-pole fashion. Then the owner came out and told me to leave! I was a hazard! That incident made me question whether I was doing the right thing, trying to be like everyone else. It was then that =Karen discovered wheelchair sports at =Camp =Courage. Wheelchair games are held by the =National =Wheelchair =Athletic =Association. The =NWAA includes paraplegics and amputees in just about all major track and field events, from racing to shotput. It also gave =Karen the chance to go to the championship games in =New =York =City, =Mexico, and =England. I don't care for field events. So, other than shotput I've stuck with track, says =Karen, who weighs =100 pounds and can lift a =150-pound weight. I was groomed for the =sixty-yard dash. I practiced by wheelchairing to school every day. But her specialty is swimming. Without the wheelchair, she quickly adds. Her laugh is easy. Karen swims without the use of her feet and legs. Her times are half as fast as those clocked in regular women's high school competition: =45'7 seconds compared to =29'5 seconds for the =fifty-yard freestyle. In =1947, the =US =Air =Force organized =Project =Blue =Book. A small group of people were assigned to record all =UFO reports and conduct investigations to gather as much information as they could. Project =Blue =Book checked out =thousands of =UFO sightings. In most cases, the objects could be identified. On one occasion, several people in six =Midwestern states saw flaming objects shoot through the sky. Later, a chunk of metal was discovered half buried in a street in =Wisconsin. Scientists identified it as a piece from the =Soviet satellite =Sputnik IV, which had broken apart in space and burned as it reentered the earth's atmosphere. Many =UFO's were discovered to be meteors. These are huge hunks of rock or metal that enter the earth's atmosphere from space. Others turned out to be weather balloons, comets, and the planet =Venus, which at certain times of the year is very bright. Quite often people have simply been fooled by mirages, tricks played on the eyes by odd conditions in the atmosphere. For example, a faraway mountain peak can seem to be floating in midair. This occurs when cold air near the ground has a layer of warmer air thing in its path, from a small fish to caves along the shoreline. Studies had shown that whenever =Nessie was picked up on the screen, all fish in the area disappeared. Whether they were frightened or eaten by =Nessie remains to be seen. When =Nessie disappeared from the screen, it was thought to have swum into a cave. We had no luck on my run. The following night, two team members were waiting on board the boat. Suddenly one of the underwater lights at the pier began to do a strange dance. Down, down the light went, then up, as if it were caught on something that was trying to shake it loose. Finally, the light came loose and floated to the surface. It had been ripped from its bracket. Had it been caught on =Nessie? The two men on the run were certain it had. Just what is =Nessie? There are several ideas. =Bob =Love believes that =Nessie is a very large eel. Eels The key that unlocked hieroglyphic writing and opened the door to =Egypt's long history was found in the =Nile =Delta in =1799. Near the village of =El =Rashid called =Rosetta by the =British , an =Arab worker discovered an oddly shaped stone. When it was cleaned, it was found to be covered with strange writing. The black slab, now known as the =Rosetta =Stone, was three feet, nine inches high and two feet, four inches wide. It was about eleven inches thick. On its polished surface were three wide bands of carved writing. The top band had fourteen lines of hieroglyphics. The =thirty-two-line middle band was not familiar. The bottom band of fifty-four lines was in =Greek. Parts of the stone were missing. &&000 RAND McNALLY (1978) 7T GRADE READER RAN9787T,ASC SIGHTINGS no name on this cover page Source: SNY Cortland xerox, scan edit by DPH February 3, 1993 &&111 plowed on to certain destruction. The story has been reviewed =thousands of times around railroad hot stoves. It boils down to the fact that while =Casey had reason to expect the north switch to be clear, all the rules of safety required him to make sure it was clear before he came barreling into town at that speed. Why he didn't see the flagman's lantern, or heed it, remains a mystery. Obviously he heard the torpedo; trainmen waiting at =Vaughan heard it. And what could be accomplished by staying with his doomed train, after setting the emergency brakes? He could, and did, wrestle over the stubborn =Johnson =Bar, reversing his engine; then the reopened throttle spun the wheels in the opposite direction, further slowing the train. But not enough. With blue and yellow sparks streaming like fireworks from all wheels, the =Fast =Mail ripped thunderously into the caboose and on through two boxcars and a flatcar. Steam and fire flashed explosively from the locomotive, and the wooden cars splintered as if they had been dynamited. They found =Casey thrown clear of the wreckage, when it was all over, down at the rail under his cab. The brave engineer was crushed and dead. Looking like a giant maul had battered her, =No =382 was on her side in the ditch, all outside apartment, near the opposite wall of which stood a line of =forty ladies, all dressed in rich attire, and each one apparently more beautiful than the rest. Waving his hand toward the line, the king said to the prince: There is your bride! Approach and lead her forth! But remember this: that if you attempt to take away one of the unmarried damsels of our court, your execution shall be instantaneous. Now, delay no longer. Step up and take your bride. The prince, as in a dream, walked slowly along the line of ladies, and then walked slowly back again. Nothing could he see about any one of them to indicate that she was more of a bride than the others. Their dresses were all similar, they all blushed, they all looked up and then looked down. They all had charming little hands. Not one spoke a word. Not one lifted a finger to make a sign. It was evident that the orders they had been given had been very strict. Why this delay? roared the king. If I had been married this day to one so fair as the lady who wedded you, I should not wait one second to claim her. The bewildered prince walked again up and down the line. And this time there was a slight change in the countenances of two of the ladies. One of the fairest gently smiled as he passed her. Another, just as beautiful, slightly frowned. Now, said the prince to himself, I am sure that it is one of those two ladies whom I have married. But which? One smiled. And would not any woman smile when she saw, in such a case, her husband coming toward her? Then again, on the other hand, would not any woman frown when she saw her husband come toward her and fail to claim her? Would she not cost him a longed-for job in the =Academy when he graduated. Two important events did occur during =Albert's student days in =Zurich. These events influenced his entire life: he became a =Swiss citizen, and he met =Mileva =Marec. =Mileva was a fellow student, a =Serbian girl who was a gifted mathematician. =Albert married her in =1901, the year after his graduation. For two years after he finished school young =Einstein alternated between unemployment and temporary teaching jobs. He had very little money, but he managed to eke out a living until =1902. Then through the influence of friends, he got what he had longed for, a steady job with a regular income. Most important of all, he now had time for study. His new work as a =Swiss patent examiner was painstaking, but it was easy, and =Albert managed to work secretly on his theories between patents. When he was still a student, he had begun his research into the basic problems of light, the ether, and gravitation. Now, for the first time, he was free to set his own course, to follow his own star. He pursued his studies eagerly. In =1905, when he was twenty-six, he published five important scientific papers, including his =Special =Theory of =Relativity. The first public recognition of =Einstein's work came in =1908, when he was invited to lecture on relativity before the =Congress of =Scientists at =Salzburg. =Einstein so impressed this official gathering that the =University of =Zurich appointed him to a professorship in =1909. But his genius still was Language is basic to our lives. Our laws, ideas, knowledge, art, and culture are so deeply rooted in longuage that their communication is necessary for survival. And for any living language to be effective, its users must make a number of agreements. If not, everyone would be speaking something different and little would be communicated. Therefore as change comes with time, people must watch for all new developments, tailoring their language to their specific needs. When the =Declaration of Independence states that all men are created equal, does that mean women, too? If so, then can a woman enter a restroom door marked men ? These are just some of the contradictions that arise in our everyday use of the =English language. Similarly, when the teacher addresses your class by saying Everyone hand in his paper now, does that mean all the girls get to keep their papers? Things can get even more confusing when your mother is a mailman or a fisherman or a congressman. Most of this confusion results from the different meanings attached to the word =rnan and the way we use it as a grammatical standard in determining some pronoun rules and the names of certain occupations. The =American =Heritage =Dictionary defines man as: 1 an adult male human being, 2 a human being or person, 3 mankind in general. Thus a woman is excluded from the first definition but included in the other two. According to these definitions, consider the following statements and what they mean: After winning =thirty-eight blue ribbons, seventeen first-place trophies, and =thirty one gold medals in her diving career, she began exploring the entire world of sports, the more dangerous an endeavor, the more irresistible it was to her. I guess I like danger, she told me, and thrills. But mostly I want always to have a goal, some dream that I can try for. She raced drag boats, top fuel dragsters and production sports cars. She tried sky diving, scuba diving and high-speed water skiing. In =1970, she set an official world's record as the fastest woman water skier, at a phenomenal =104'85 mph. She entered grueling off-road automobile and dune-buggy events such as the =Mint =400, the =Baja =500, and the =Mexican =1000, racing, and often winning, against such expert drivers as =Mickey =Thompson, =Malcom =Smith, and =Parnelli =Jones. Cross-country motorcycle racing looked challenging, so =Kitty studied the sport and then assaulted it. She soon achieved an =American =Motorcycle =Association =AMA expert rating. She is currently the only woman in the world to hold a professional license granted by the =Federation Internationale =Motrcyclite =FIM, the world governing body for motorcycle speed records , qualifying her for international motorcycle competition. In =1971, at a motorcycle meet in =Saddleback, =California, she met competitor =Duffy =Hambleton. The muscular =Hambleton, owner of =World =Wide =Enterprises, a shop that specializes in motion picture special effects rigging and equipment rentals, was immediately impressed with =Kitty =O'Neil. She was unbelievable, =Duffy said. I couldn't imagine being able to drive a motorcycle the way she could without hearing what gear the bike was in or knowing Even =Daedalus himself was once nearly lost there. King =Minos was delighted with =Daedalus' work and held him in highest favor. Yet =Daedalus was less than pleased, for he felt himself to be no better than a prisoner in =Crete. The =King was so afraid =Daedalus would reveal the secret of the =Labyrinth that he would not let him leave the island. And for that very reason =Daedalus yearned to go. With what envy he watched the birds winging their way through the sky! One day, as his eyes followed the graceful sea birds cleaving the ocean of air, an idea came to him. King =Minos may shut my way out by land and by sea, he thought, but he does not control the air. And he began to study the flight of birds and to observe how their wings are fashioned. He watched the little song birds fold and unfold their wings, watched how they rose from the ground, flew down from the trees, and went to and fro. He also my meat, but I did not hunt. It is known that the gods did not hunt as we do; they got their food from enchanted boxes and jars. Sometimes these are still found in the =Dead =Places. Once, when I was a child and foolish, I opened such a jar and tasted it and found the food sweet. But my father found out and punished me for it strictly; for, often, that food is death. Now, though, I had long gone past what was forbidden, and I entered the likeliest towers, looking for the food of the gods. I found it at last in the ruins of a great temple in the mid-city. A mighty temple it must have been, for the roof was painted like the sky at night with its stars, that much I could see, though the colors were faint and dim. It went down into great caves and tunnels, perhaps they kept their slaves there. But when I started to climb down, I heard the squeaking of rats, so I did not go. Rats are unclean, and there must have been many tribes of them, from the squeaking. But near there I found food, in the heart of a ruin, behind a door that still opened. I ate only the fruits from the jars; they had a very sweet taste. There was drink, too, in bottles of glass; the drink of the gods is strong and made my head swim. After I had eaten and drunk, I slept on the top of a stone, my bow at my side. When I woke, the sun was low. Looking down from where I lay, I saw a dog sitting on his haunches. His tongue hung out of his mouth; he looked as if he were laughing. He was a big dog with a gray-brown coat, as big as a wolf. I sprang up and shouted at him, but he did not move; he just sat there as if he were laughing. I did not like that. When I reached for a stone to throw, he moved swiftly out of the way of the stone. He was not afraid of me; he looked at me as The building right next door to us was a factory where they made walking dolls. It was a low building with a flat, tarred roof that had a parapet all around it about head high, and we'd found out a long time before that no one, not even the watchman, paid any attention to the roof because it was higher than any of the other buildings around. So my gang used the roof as a headquarters. We could get up there by crossing over to the fire escape from our own roof on a plank and then going on up. It was a secret place for us, where nobody else could go without our permission. I remember the day I first took =T.J. up there to meet the gang. He was a stocky, robust kid with a shock of white hair, nothing sissy about him except his voice, he talked in this slow, gentle voice like you never heard before. He talked different from any of us, and you noticed it right away. But I liked him, so I told him to come up. parapet: low wall around =8 roof to prevent people from falling off. One afternoon a big wolf waited in a dark forest for a little girl to come along carrying a basket of food to her grandmother. Finally a little girl did come along and she was carrying a basket of food. Are you carrying that basket to your grandmother? asked the wolf. The little girl said yes, she was. So the wolf asked her where her grandmother lived and the little girl told him and he disappeared into the wood. When the little girl opened the door of her grandmother's house she saw that there was somebody in bed with a nightcap and nightgown on. She had approached no nearer than =twenty-five feet from the bed when she saw that it was not her grandmother but the wolf, for even in a nightcap a wolf does not look any more like your grandmother than the =MetroGoldwyn lion looks like =Calvin =Coolidge. So the little girl took an automatic out of her basket and shot the wolf dead. Moral: It is not so easy to fool little girls nowadays as it used to be. The big rump tumbles from side to side as he goes along to find more bark. Unconcerned, the friend of all the bush moves away from the prism of glass that will lead to the killing of almost every living thing in the bush before twelve o'clock. The sun pours onto the bottle near the road. Half-past eight. The curve of glass bends the light to a slim, searing line across the dry leaves underneath. The edges of the leaves begin to curl. At the edge of his hole, the wombat lurches over a brown bush snake. The snake, knowing perhaps that the wombat's eyesight is not very good, slithers himself away. Everything likes a waddler. Ten o'clock. The base of the bottle cracks off with a sharp, small explosion. There is a brief flicker of flame. A flashing of a wagtail in the air. The wombat grunts, and the wagtail carries off his small beakful of fur. The wombat does not mind, and he backs himself against his tunnel wall to press the sand down. Then he is off with waddle and crump to find a stone. The thunder has begun! A eucalypt explodes and there is the first temple of flame. Flames spread through the undergrowth and send up blossoms of fine ash. On a distant farm, cocks crow at midday. The roaring startles rabbits, and they scamper to their burrows. The flames lash out at neighboring trees like the tails of angry cats. A mushroom of muddy smoke covers the sky. The sun is a far-off scarlet disk. Scalding sap splinters bark casings. A short, round thing of glass has wakened the terror of the ages. Eleven o'clock. It is one long bellow of fire! &&000 SCOTT, FORESMAN AND COMPANY (1972) 7TH GRADE SF19727T.ASC "ACCENT" (?) THE NAME OF THE BOOK GRADE 7 (provisionally--it does not say explicitly but in that region of texts SOURCE: U OF ROCHESTER XEROXED, SCANNED AND EDITED BY DPH 12-06-92 &&111 than his relief, that this man could see nothing unusual about the engine. Why, I bet he even lets a gas-station man check his oil for him, =Charlie thought. "Well,' said =Jellico finally, "you can never be sure just by looking. I'll have to test it." =He got behind the wheel. "But, sir =Charlie said. =Jellico fixed him with a hard look. "I might as well tell you, soldier, that I don't like you and I don't like your attitude. You've done a lot of unauthorized tampering with this machine. We're going from here to the =Second =Battalion and then to the front. and while I don't know what you've done to the engine, I don't intend to risk a breakdown and leave the general stranded up there. I'm going to satisfy myself that it's in running order.' The captain stepped on the starter and รน =Charlie had to admit from where he stood that the exhaust did have quite a growl. Should have put a truck muffler on it, he thought. He winced as =Jellico viciously ground the gears into low. =Ah-ha!' shouted =Jellico as he raced the engine and let out the clutch and the jeep shuddered in agony. "You've let the clutch burn out!" =Charlie could see there was nothing wrong with the clutch. The wheels, lacking traction from the lightened jeep and being propelled by at least three times the horsepower to which they were accustomed, simply spun futilely and dug into the frosted clay almost to their hubs. Then the tires hit bedrock and, with an upward surge and sidewise slew, the jeep sprang out from under =Captain =Jellico and left him sprawled on the ground. =Charlie raced after the runaway, which quickly slowed down with the pressure off its throttle, caught it as it was about to nose its way into the colonel's tent, and brought it back. The aide climbed gingerly into the rear seat. marathon months before, and so, the next afternoon, =Johnny told him he was going to use that entry and run this year's race by proxy and make the record an even twenty. Even now he could see the thin wan face brighten as his father lay there in bed with the pillows propping him up. You will? You'll take my place? he'd said. Honest, =Johnny? And then, thinking, the doubt had come. But that race in =New =York you've been talking about? That's the next day. The invitation mile? =Johnny had said. What's that? I've beaten all those guys before, one time or another. You could win that race, though. I'll win the marathon too. His father had laughed at that. You're crazy! I only won twice in nineteen years and I was better than most. Ah, you were never anything but a fair country runner. I could outrun you the best day you ever saw, his father had cracked, and =Johnny had jeered at him past the hardness in his throat because he saw how good it made his father feel. There had been but two weeks in which to train, and he had worked diligently, following the schedule his father mapped out, wanting to cry sometimes when he saw how thrilled and proud his father seemed when he listened to the nightly reports. Johnny had worked up to twenty miles the day before yesterday, and when his father heard the time he admitted that =Johnny might have a chance. Only don't try to win it, =Johnny, he said. This is no mile. You've been running races where only the first three places count. In this one the first =thirtyfive get listed in the papers. =Johnny hadn't argued then, nor had he told anyone the truth. He knew how the newspapers would =Since the year =1806 a cloak of red and yellow feathers has hung in the hallway of the =March house on the =Ridge, with a helmet made from the same plumage suspended above it. These two articles have always held the same position on the wall, except for such times as they have been put away in camphor to protect them from the moths. The cloak was brought there by =John =March and indicates very accurately the first venture of the =March ships in the fur and sandalwood trade with =China. It was hung there by =John =March when he returned as supercargo on the brig =Polly, =Moses =March, owner, and =Elihu' =Griggs, master. A single glance at that cloak in the shady, spacious hallway of that square =Federalist house is startling to anyone who is even remotely familiar with the curiosities of the =South =Seas. It hangs there, an alien object, and yet, through association, somehow strangely suitable to a house like the old =March house in a =New =England seaport town. Granted that its presence there is known proved their innocence to him before they even knew what they did? But whom had he not yet called on? Heads turned and necks crooked. =Simon =Hampstead looked up, smiling bleakly. Dame =Alice smiled too, frosty and secure in her rich cloak. Sarah =Hampstead, will you repeat the =Lord's=Prayer? =SarahHampstead stood up. Our, =Our =Father, she began tremulously, and broke off. Continue, he said evenly, if you can. Our =Father who art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name, gasped =Sarah. Through to the end she gasped it, and then sat down and began to cry quietly into the folds of her cloak. Thomas =Warne let his eyes wander about the hushed room. Then he turned to =Stephen =Reeve. Stephen rose and answered straightforwardly in a toneless voice. He recited the prayer without missing a syllable. Then he too sat down. =Simon =Hampstead! =Thomas called sharply. The miller stood up, scraping his rough boots on the pine floor. He looked boldly toward the pulpit, then lowered his head again like a bull about to charge. Our =Father who art in heaven Hallowed be Thy name. Thy kingdom come Thy will be done. =He rushed through the prayer without halt or error and threw himself back into his seat. And then =Thomas called on =Joan =Alder. =Joan stood up and curtsied, and smiled all about her. Our =Father who art in =Heaven, she chanted sweetly, piously, her brown eyes cast down demurely. And the accused witch gave the =Lord his own again, word for word. Then she smiled again, and dimpled toward the young man in the pulpit. She settled herself better condition, pushed ahead with their five wagons; with them went =Reed's teamsters, except for =Milt =Elliott. In the second section were the =Reeds, =Eddys, =Breens, and =Graveses, together with the =Murphy clan and the =Germans, a dozen Wagons in all. The forward section gained rapidly, and in less than a week was a good day's journey in advance. Everyone able was walking in order to lighten the loads. Most were short on rations, for game was not plentiful as it had been for a while. It was autumn now. Nights were colder and days shorter. The wild geese were going south, honking through the night. Petty disagreements grew more irksome. The company had been together for too long. By this time they should have been in =California, ready each to go his own way. As it was they plodded daily along the =Humboldt, which had become a scrawny stream. About noon on =October =5, the second section reached an unusually high and long sand hill, covered with rocks at the top. It was probably no worse then twenty others they had passed, but it was the final point of strain. The hill was difficult enough to call for doubling teams. Two of the =Graveses' wagons were got over in this way, and =John =Snyder. who drove the third, was next in line. Behind him was =Milt =Elliott driving the wagon shared by the =Reeds and =Eddys. =Milt decided to try to pass =Snyder. The way was narrow; the lead yoke became unruly and tangled with =Snyder's team. Sharp words passed between the drivers, and =Snyder, enraged, fell to beating the oxen violently over the head. Reed rushed forward protesting, and =Snyder's rage shifted. Cursing furiously and whip in hand, he threatened the owner of the oxen with a cowhiding, too. Soft words did not put him off, but instead he became so menacing that the fiery =Reed, who was ot a man to take a beating from anyone, drew his hunting knife. Alarmed in his turn, =Snyder suddenly reversed hiS whip nd struck out viciously with the butt. The blow caught =Reed cross the head, laying open a long gash, but as =Reed tried to dodge he struck back with hiS knife, driving it home just below =Snyder's collarbone. Mrs =Reed rushed between them, and =Snyder, still fighting, struck her once and =Reed twice more. The last blow felled =Reed to his knees. The encounter must have been only a matter of seconds, too Sudden and brief for any of the men to interfere. Snyder turned, and went a few steps up the hill, then staggered. Young =Billy =Graves caught him and eased him to the ground. Uncle =Patrick, I am dead, he spoke out as =Breen came hurrying up. of rain, he was showered with tiny lead pellets. The next morning, he interpreted his dream to mean that molten lead, falling through air, would harden into small spheres. Watt melted several pounds of lead and flung it from the bell tower of a church that had a water-filled moat at its base. Hastening down the stairs, he scooped tiny lead pellets from the bottom of the moat and revolutionized the lead-shot industry. =Robert =Louis =Stevenson discovered early in his life that he could dream complete stories and even go back to them on succeeding nights to change an unsatisfactory ending. Perhaps his most significant dream came one night when he pictured a fleeing criminal who drank a potion that changed his appearance. The dream became =The =Strange =Case of =Dr =Jekyll and Mr =Hyde. Other writers and poets, such as =Goethe, =William =Blake, =Leo =Tolstoy, and =Samuel =Taylor =Coleridge also used dream material in their poetry and prose. =Wolfgang =Amadeus =Mozart, =Robert =Schumann, =Camille =Saint-Saens, and =Vincent =d'lndy claimed that they first heard some of their music in dreams. These examples emphasize the role that dreams play in the life of the creative person. Some people remember their dreams more frequently than others, but this is related to variations in personality and situations, rather than to actual time spent dreaming. The creative thinker typically accepts and exploits his dreams and the creative elements of his inner experience. Oh. I remember having to move out of our house. My father had brought in a team of horses and wagon. We had always lived in that house, and we couldn't understand why we were moving out. When we got to the other house, it was a worse house, a poor house. That must have been around =1934 was about six years old. It's known as the =North =Gila =Valley, about =fifty miles north of =Yuma =My dad was being turned out of his small plot of land. He had inherited this from his father, who had homesteaded it. I saw my two, three other uncles also moving out. And for the same reason. The bank had foreclosed on the loan. If the local bank approved, the =Government would guarantee the loan and small farmers like my father would continue in business. It so happened the president of the bank was the guy who most wanted our land. We were surrounded by him: he owned all the land around us. Of course, he wouldn't pass the loan. One morning a giant tractor came in, like we had never seen before. My daddy used to do all his work with horses. So this huge tractor came in and began to knock down this corral, this small corral where my father kept his horses. We didn't understand why. In the matter of a week, the whole face of the land was changed. Ditches were dug, and it was different. I didn't like it as much. We all of us climbed into an old =Chevy that my dad had. And then we were in =California, and migratory workers. There were five kids, a small family by those standards. It must have been around =36 was about eight. Well, it was a strange life. We had been poor, but we knew every night there was a bed there, and that this was our room. There was a kitchen. It was sort of a settled life, and we had chickens and hogs, eggs and all those things. But that all of a sudden changed. When you're small, you can't figure these things out. You know something's not right and you don't like it, but you don't question it and you don't let that get you down. You sort of just continue to move. countless others before us, and made our way home as best we could. It was suddenly impossible to understand or even remember how I could have been so gullible. and I was on my feet, stumbling through the dark across the uneven floor, with some notion of getting to a phone and the police. The big barn door was heavier than I'd thought, but I slid it back, took a running step through it, then turned to shout back to the others to come along. You have seen how very much you can observe in the fractional instant of a lightning flash, an entire landscape sometimes. every detail etched on your memory, to be seen and studied in your mind for long moments afterward. As I turned back toward the opened door the inside of that barn came alight. Through every wide crack of its walls and ceiling and through the big dust-coated windows in its side streamed the light of an intensely brilliant blue and sunny sky, and the air pulling into my lungs as I opened my mouth to shout was sweeter than any I had ever tasted in my life. Dimly, through a wide, dust-smeared window of that barn, I looked, for less than the blink of an eye, down into a deep majestic of forest-covered slope, and I saw, tumbling through it, far below, a tiny stream, blue from the sky, and at that stream's edge between two low roofs, a yellow patch of sun-drenched beach. And then, that picture engraved on my mind forever, the heavy door slid shut, my fingernails rasping along the splintery wood in a desperate effort to stop it, and I was standing alone in a cold and rain-swept night. It took four or five seconds, no longer, fumbling at that door, to heave it open again, =But it was four or five seconds too long. The barn was empty, dark. There was nothing inside but a worn pine bench, and, in the flicker of the lighted match in my hand, tiny drifts of what looked like damp confetti on the floor. As my mind had known even as my hands scratched at the outside of that door. there was no one inside now; and I knew where they were, knew they were walking, laughing aloud in a sudden wonderful and eager ecstasy, down into that forest-green valley. toward home. I work in a bank, in a job I don't like; and I ride to and from it in the subway, reading the daily papers, the news they contain. I live in a rented room, and in the battered dresser under a pile of my folded handkerchiefs is a little rectangle of yellow cardboard. Printed on its face are the words, =Good, when validated, for one trip to =Verna. and stamped on the back is a date. But the date is gone, long since, the ticket void, punched in a pattern of tiny holes. I've been back to the =Acme =Travel =Bureau. The first time, the tall grayhaired man walked up to me and laid two five-dollar bills, a one, and seventeen cents in change before me. You left this on the counter last time you were here,' he said gravely. Looking me squarely in the eyes, he added bleakly, =I don't know why. =Then some customers came in, he turned to greet them, and there was nothing for me to do but leave. Walk in as though it were the ordinary agency it seems, you can find it, somewhere, in any city you try! Ask a few ordinary questions, about a trip you're planning, a vacation, anything you like. Then hint about =The =Folder a little, but don't mention it directly. Give him time to size you up and offer it himself. And if he does, if you're the type, if you can believe, then make up your mind and stick to it! Because you won't ever get a second chance. I know, because I've tried. And tried. And tried.