Chapter X: A Yard of Jungle 239 (7)

We had settled on our toes in another squatting-place--a dark aisle with only scattered flecks of light. The silence and breathlessness of the mooncraters could have been no more complete than that which enveloped us. My eye wandered from spot to spot, when suddenly I began to think of that great owl-like goatsucker, the "poor-me-one." We had shot one at Kalacoon a month before and no others had called since, and I had not thought of the species again. Quite without reason I began to think of the bird, of its wonderful markings, of the eyes which years ago in Trinidad I had made to glow like iridescent globes in the light of a flash, and then--a poor-me-one called behind us, not fifty feet away. Even this did not seem strange among these surroundings. It was an interesting happening, one which I have experienced many times in my life. It may have been just another coincidence. I am quite certain it was not. In any event it was a Dantesque touch, emphasized by the character of the call--the wail of a lost soul being as good a simile as any other. It started as a high, trembling wail, the final cry being lost in the depths of whispered woe:--

_Oo----ooh!
oh!
oh!
oh!
oh!
oh!_

Nupee never moved; only his lips formed the name by which he knew it--_halawoe_. Whatever else characterized the sounds of the jungle at night, none became monotonous or common. Five minutes later the great bird called to us from far, far away, as if from another round of purgatory--an eerie lure to enter still deeper into the jungle depths. We never heard it again.

Nature seems to have apportioned the voices of many of her creatures with sensitive regard for their environment. Somber voices seem fittingly to be associated with subdued light, and joyous notes with the blaze of sunlit twigs and open meadows. A bobolink's bubbling carol is unthinkable in a jungle, and the strain of a wood pewee on a sunny hillside would be like an organ playing dance music. This is even more pronounced in the tropics, where, quite aside from any mental association on my part, the voices and calls of the jungle reflect the qualities of that twilight world. The poor-me-one proves too much. He is the very essence of night, his wings edged with velvet silence, his plumage the mingled concentration of moss and lichens and dead wood.

I was about to rise and lead Nupee farther into the gloom when the jungle showed another mood--a silent whimsy, the humor of which I could not share with the little red man. Close to my face, so near that it startled me for a moment, over the curved length of a long narrow caladium leaf, there came suddenly two brilliant lights. Steadily they moved onward, coming up into view for all the world like two tiny headlights of a motor-car. They passed, and the broadside view of this great elater was still absurdly like the profile of a miniature tonneau with the top down. I laughingly thought to myself how perfect the illusion would be if a red tail-light should be shown, when to my amazement a rosy red light flashed out behind, and my bewildered eyes all but distinguished a number! Naught but a tropical forest could present such contrasts in such rapid succession as the poor-me-one and this parody of man's invention.

I captured the big beetle and slid him into a vial, where in his disgust he clicked sharply against the glass. The vial went into my pocket and we picked up our guns and crept on. As we traversed a dark patch, dull gleams like heat lightning flashed over the leaves, and, looking down, I saw that my khaki was aglow from the illuminated insect within. This betrayed every motion, so I wrapped the vial in several sheets of paper and rolled it up in my handkerchief. The glow was duller but almost as penetrating. At one time or another I have had to make use of all my garments, from topee to moccasins, in order to confine captives armed with stings, beaks, teeth, or fangs, but now I was at a complete loss. I tried a gun-barrel with a handkerchief stopper, and found I now carried an excellent, long-handled flashlight. Besides, I might have sudden use for the normal function of the gun. I had nothing sufficiently opaque to quench those flaring headlights, and I had to own myself beaten and release him. He spread his wings and flew swiftly away, his red light glowing derisively; and even in the flood of pure moonlight he moved within an aura which carried far through the jungle. I knew that killing him was of no use, for a week after death from chloroform I have seen the entire interior of a large insect box brilliantly lighted by the glow of these wonderful candles, still burning on the dead shoulders of the same kind of insect.

Twice, deeper in the jungle we squatted and listened, and twice the silence remained unbroken and the air unmoved. Happening to look up through a lofty, narrow canyon of dark foliage, I was startled as by some sudden sound by seeing a pure white cloud, moonlit, low down, pass rapidly across. It was first astounding, then unreal: a bit of exceedingly poor work on the part of the property man, who had mixed the hurricane scenery with that of the dog-days. Even the elements seemed to have been laved with magic. The zone of high wind with its swift flying clouds must have been flowing like a river just above the motionless foliage of the tree-tops.

This piece of ultra-unnaturalism seemed to break part of the spell and the magic silence was lifted. Two frogs boomed again, close at hand, and now all the hound similitude was gone, and in its place another, still more strange, when we think of the goggle-eyed author far up in the trees. The sound now was identical with the short cough or growl of a hungry lion, and though I have heard the frogs many times since that night, this resemblance never changed or weakened. It seemed as if the volume, the roaring outburst, could come only from the throat of some large, full-lunged mammal.

A sudden tearing rush from the trail-side, and ripping of vines and shrubs, was mingled with deep, hoarse snorts, and we knew that we had disturbed one of the big red deer--big only in comparison with the common tiny brown brockets. A few yards farther the leaves rustled high overhead, although no breath of wind had as yet touched the jungle. I began a slow, careful search with my flashlight, and, mingled with the splotches and specks of moonlight high overhead, I seemed to see scores of little eyes peering down. But at last my faint electric beam found its mark and evolved the first bit of real color which the jungle had shown--always excepting the ruby tail-light. Two tiny red globes gleamed down at us, and as they gleamed, moved without a sound, apparently unattached, slowly through the foliage. Then came a voice, as wandering, as impersonal as the eyes--a sharp, incisive _wheeeeeat!_ with a cat-like timbre; and from the eyes and voice I reconstructed a night monkey--a kinkajou.

Then another notch was slipped and the jungle for a time showed something of the exuberance of its life. A paca leaped from its meal of nuts and bounced away with quick, repeated pats; a beetle with wings tuned to the bass clef droned by; some giant tree-cricket tore the remaining intervals of silence to shreds with unmuted wing-fiddles, _cricks_ so shrill and high that they well-nigh passed beyond the upper register of my ear out again into silence. The roar of another frog was comforting to my eardrums.

Then silence descended again, and hours passed in our search for sound or smell of the animal we wished chiefest to find--the giant armadillo. These rare beings have a distinct odor. Months of work in the open had sharpened my nostrils so that on such a tramp as this they were not much inferior to those of Nupee. This sense gave me as keen pleasure as eye or ear, and furnished quite as much information. The odors of city and civilization seemed very far away: gasoline, paint, smoke, perfumery, leather--all these could hardly be recalled. And how absurd seemed society's unwritten taboo on discussion of this admirable, but pitifully degenerate sense! Why may you look at your friend's books, touch his collection of _netsukes_, listen to his music, yet dare sniff at naught but his blossoms!

In the open spaces of the earth, and more than anywhere in this conservatory of unblown odors, we come more and more to appreciate and to envy a dog's sensitive muzzle. Here we sniffed as naturally as we turned ear, and were able to recognize many of our nasal impressions, and even to follow a particularly strong scent to its source. Few yards of trail but had their distinguishable scent, whether violent, acrid smell or delectable fragrance. Long after a crab-jackal had passed, we noted the stinging, bitter taint in the air, and now and then the pungent wake of some big jungle-bug struck us like a tangible barrier.

The most tantalizing odors were the wonderfully delicate and penetrating ones from some great burst of blossoms, odors heavy with sweetness, which seeped down from vine or tree high overhead, wholly invisible from below even in broad daylight. These odors remained longest in memory, perhaps because they were so completely the product of a single sense. There were others too, which were unforgetable, because, like the voice of the frog, they stirred the memory a fraction before they excited curiosity. Such I found the powerful musk from the bed of leaves which a fawn had just left. For some reason this brought vividly to mind the fearful compound of smells arising from the decks of Chinese junks.

Along the moonlit trail there came wavering whiffs of orchids, ranging from attar of roses and carnations to the pungence of carrion, the latter doubtless distilled from as delicate and beautiful blossoms as the former. There were, besides, the myriad and bewildering smells of sap, crushed leaves, and decaying wood; acrid, sweet, spicy and suffocating, some like musty books, others recalling the paint on the Noah's Ark of one's nursery.

But the scent of the giant armadillo eluded us. When we waded through some new, strange odor I looked back at Nupee, hoping for some sign that it was the one we sought. But that night the great armored creatures went their way and we ours, and the two did not cross. Nupee showed me a track at the trail-side made long ago, as wide and deep as the spoor of a dinosaur, and I fingered it reverently as I would have touched the imprint of a recently alighted pterodactyl, taking care not to spoil the outlines of the huge claw-marks. All my search for him had been in vain thus far, though I had been so close upon his trail as to have seen fresh blood. I had made up my mind not to give up, but it seemed as if success must wait for another year.

We watched and called the ghostly kinkajous and held them fascinated with our stream of light; we roused unnamable creatures which squawked companionably at us and rustled the tree-top leaves; we listened to the whispered rush of passing vampires skimming our faces and were soothed by the hypnotic droning hum which beetles left in their swift wake. Finally we turned and circled through side trails so narrow and so dark that we walked with outstretched arms, feeling for the trunks and lianas, choosing a sloth's gait and the hope of new adventures rather than the glare of my flash on our path.

When we entered the Convict Trail, we headed toward home. Within sight of the first turn a great black limb of a tree had recently fallen across the trail in a patch of moonlight. Before we reached it, the branch had done something it should not have done--it had straightened slightly. We strained our eyes to the utmost but could not, in this eerie light, tell head from tail end of this great serpent. It moved very slowly, and with a motion which perfectly confounded our perception. Its progress seemed no faster than the hour hand of a watch, but we knew that it moved, yet so close to the white sand that the whole trail seemed to move with it. The eye refused to admit any motion except in sudden shifts, like widely separated films of a motion-picture. For minute after minute it seemed quiescent; then we would blink and realize that it was two feet higher up the bank. One thing we could see--a great thickening near the center of the snake: it had fed recently and to repletion, and slowly it was making its way to some hidden lair, perhaps to lie motionless until another moon should silver the jungle. Was there any stranger life in the world?

Whether it was a giant bushmaster or a constrictor, we could not tell in the diffused light. I allowed it to go unharmed, for the spell of silence and the jungle night was too strongly woven to be shattered again by the crash of gun or rifle. Nupee had been quite willing to remain behind, and now, as so often with my savage friends, he looked at me wonderingly. He did not understand and I could not explain. We were at one in the enjoyment of direct phenomena; we could have passed months of intimate companionship in the wilds as I had done with his predecessors; but at the touch of abstract things, of letting a deadly creature live for any reason except for lack of a gun--then they looked at me always with that puzzled look, that straining to grasp the something which they knew must be there. And at once always followed instant acceptance, unquestioning, without protest. The transition was smooth, direct, complete; the sahib had had opportunity to shoot; he had not done so; what did the sahib wish to do now--to squat longer or to go on?

We waited for many minutes at the edge of the small glade, and the event which seemed most significant to me was in actual spectacle one of the last of the night's happenings. I sat with chin on knees, coolie-fashion--a position which, when once mastered, and with muscles trained to withstand the unusual flexion for hour after hour, is one of the most valuable assets of the wilderness lover and the watcher of wild things. It enables one to spend long periods of time in the lowest of umbrella tents, or to rest on wet ground or sharp stones where actual sitting down would be impossible. Thus is one insulated from _betes rouges_ and enthusiastic ants whose sole motto is eternal preparedness. Thus, too, one slips as it were, under the visual guard of human-shy creatures, whose eyes are on the lookout for their enemy at human height. From such a position, a single upward leap prepares one instantly for advance or retreat, either of which manoeuvers is well within instant necessity at times. Then there were always the two positions to which one could change if occasion required--flat-footed, with arm-pits on knees, or on the balls of the feet with elbows on knees. Thus is every muscle shifted and relaxed.

Squatting is one of the many things which a white man may learn from watching his _shikarees_ and guides, and which, in the wilderness, he may adopt without losing caste. We are a chair-ridden people, and dare hardly even cross our knees in public. Yet how many of us enjoy sitting Buddha-fashion, or as near to it as we can attain, when the ban of society is lifted! A chairless people, however, does not necessarily mean a more simple, primitive type. The Japanese method of sitting is infinitely more difficult and complex than ours. The characters of our weak-thighed, neolithic forbears are as yet too pronounced in our own bodies for us to keep an upright position for long. Witness the admirable admittance of this anthropological fact by the architects of our subway cars, who know that only a tithe of their patrons will be fortunate enough to find room on the cane-barked seats which have come to take the place of the stumps and fallen logs of a hundred thousand years ago. So they have thoughtfully strung upper reaches of the cars with imitation branches and swaying lianas, to which the last-comers cling jealously, and swing with more or less of the grace of their distant forbears. Their fur, to be sure, is rubbed thinner; nuts and fruits have given place to newspapers and novels, and the roar and odors are not those of the wind among the leaves and blossoms. But the simile is amusing enough to end abruptly, and permit individual imagination to complete it.

When I see an overtired waiter or clerk swaying from foot to foot like a rocking elephant, I sometimes place the blame further back than immediate impatience for the striking of the closing hour. It were more true to blame the gentlemen whose habits were formed before caste, whose activities preceded speech.

We may be certain that chairs will never go out of fashion. We are at the end of bodily evolution in that direction. But to see a white-draped, lanky Hindu, or a red-cloaked lama of the hills, quietly fold up, no matter where he may be, is to witness the perfection of chairless rest. One can read or write or doze comfortably, swaying slightly with a bird's unconscious balance, or, as in my case at present, wholly disarm suspicion on the part of the wild creatures by sinking from the height of a man to that of a jungle deer. And still I had lost nothing of the insulation which my moccasins provided from all the inconveniences of the forest floor. Looking at Nupee after this rush of chaotic thoughts which came between jungle and happenings, I chuckled as I hugged my knees, for I knew that Nupee had noticed and silently considered my little accomplishment, and that he approved, and I knew that I had acquired merit in his sight. Thus may we revel in the approval of our super-servants, but they must never know it.

From this eulogy of squatting, my mind returned to the white light of the glade. I watched the motionless leaves about me, many of them drooping and rich maroon by daylight, for they were just unbudded. Reaching far into the dark mystery of the upper jungle stretched the air-roots, held so straight by gravity, so unheeding of the whirling of the planet through space. Only one mighty liana--a monkey-ladder--had revolted against this dominance of the earth's pull and writhed and looped upon itself in fantastic whorls, while along its length rippled ever the undulations which mark this uneasy growth, this crystallized Saint Vitus plant.

A momentary shiver of leaves drew our eyes to the left, and we began to destroy the optical images evolved by the moon-shadows and to seek for the small reality which we knew lived and breathed somewhere on that branch. Then a sharp crack like a rifle lost whatever it was to us forever, and we half leaped to our feet as something swept downward through the air and crashed length after length among the plants and fallen logs. The branches overhead rocked to and fro, and for many minutes, like the aftermath of a volcanic eruption, came a shower, first of twigs and swirling leaves, then of finer particles, and lastly of motes which gleamed like silver dust as they sifted down to the trail. When the air cleared I saw that the monkey-ladder had vanished and I knew that its yards upon yards of length lay coiled and crushed among the ferns and sprouting palms of the jungle floor. It seemed most fitting that the vegetable kingdom, whose silence and majesty gave to the jungle night its magic qualities, should have contributed this memorable climax.

Long before the first Spaniard sailed up the neighboring river, the monkey ladder had thrown its spirals aloft, and through all the centuries, all the years, it had seen no change wrought beneath it. The animal trail was trod now and then by Indian hunters, and lately we had passed several times. The sound of our guns was less than the crashing fall of an occasional forest tree. Now, with no leaf moved by the air, with only the two of us squatting in the moonlight for audience, the last cell had given way. The sap could no longer fight the decay which had entered its heart; and at the appointed moment, the moment set by the culmination of a greater nexus of forces than our human mind could ever hope to grasp, the last fiber parted and the massive growth fell.

In the last few minutes, as it hung suspended, gracefully spiraled in the moonlight, it had seemed as perfect as the new-sprouted _moras_ at my feet. As I slowly walked out of the jungle I saw in this the explanation of the simile of artificial scenery, of all the strange magic which had come to me as I entered. The alchemy of moonlight turned all the jungle to perfect growth, growth at rest. In the silvery light was no trace of gnawing worm, of ravening ant, or corroding fungus. The jungle was rejuvenated and made a place more wonderful than any fairyland of which I have read or which I have conceived. The jungle by day, as I have said--that, too, is wonderful. We may have two friends, quite unlike in character, whom we love each for his own personality, and yet it would be a hideous and unthinkable thing to see one transformed into the other.

So, with the mist settling down and tarnishing the great plaque of silver, I left the jungle, glad that I could be far away before the first hint of dawn came to mar the magic. Thus in memory I can always keep the dawn away until I return.

And some time in the future, when the lure of the full moon comes, and I answer, I shall be certain of finding the same silence, the same wonderful light, and the waiting trees and the magic. But Nupee may not be there. He will perhaps have slipped into memory, with Drojak and Aladdin. And if I find no one as silently friendly as Nupee, I shall have to watch alone through my jungle night.

INDEX

Abary, 99

agouti, 189

allamandas, 85, 182

Amazon, 240

anaquas, 115

anchor, observation from, 22, 23

anis, 47, 100, 118

antbirds, 249

ants, 183, 256, 258;
immunity from killing, 231;
silvery gray, 223;
"white," 233

army ants,
behavior in rain, 228, 229;
castes, 217;
eyes, 219;
leap, 212, 213, 223;
methods of transportation, 215, 229;
moving of nest, 235, 236;
tube, 227;
trail makers, 221, 222;
virility, 234;
weight lifted, 216

Barbados, 59-65

Bartica, 141

Basseterre, 45

bat, vampire, 104, 152

batrachian, 212

beach, 62, 63, 70, 74, 75

Beckett, Mr., 124

beena, 274

beetles, 211, 227, 234, 256, 277;
mimicry, 257;
tiger, 63

bell bird, 159

Berbice, 102, 103, 124

bete rouge, 243, 255

blackbirds, 98, 99

blackfish, 12

bougainvillea, 85

British Guiana, mission to, 67;
coast lands, 92-102

bunduri pimpler, 125

bunyahs, yellow-backed, 100

bushmaster,
noosing, 188-195;
protective coloration, 191, 192;
fangs, 194;
size, 195

butterflies,
on St. Thomas, 38;
on St. Kitts, 48;
migration of sulphur, 158

caciques, 100

cadouries, 146

callistes, 201, 249

_canella do matto_, 241

cashew, French, 197-200

caterpillars, aquatic, 128

catfish, armored, 112

cecropia, 182

centipedes, 152

cetaceans, 11

chachalacas, 157

churacas, 248

coal-carriers, St. Lucia, 55

convolvulus, 182

coolie,
trial, 80-84;
marriage, 163-176

cotton-birds, 88

crabs, 16;
land, 62

cricket, tree, 281

crows, carrion, 88

cuckoos, 212;
black, 88

Cuyuni, 144

dacnis, 201

daddy-long-legs, 215, 227

dance, Hindu, 170

debris, jungle, 253

deer, 280

dikes, 97

dogs, wild hunting, 273

dolphins, 44, 45

doves, ground, 48

ducks, Muscovy, 88

eclipse, in Barbados, 61

egrets, 88

elater, 277

Essequibo, 144, 148

falcons, laughing, 88

fireflies, cluster, 210

fish,
angel, 50, 56;
four-eyed, 128;
frog, 18;
photographing of flying, 23;
pipe, 18

flower, passion, 182

flycatchers, 249;
fork-tailed, 122, 159;
golden-crowned crested, 150;
streaked, 196

frangipani, 85

frog, 211, 212, 240, 273;
call, 240

gannets, 40

grass, bamboo, 183

grasshopper, 128, 212

grass-quits, 157

grass, razor, 179, 184

guide, for cutting trail, 187, 188

hanaquas, 119

hawks, 99

heliconias, 202;
color, 204;
Reds, 205;
sleeping glade, 205, 206;
sleeping position, 205;
Yellows, 205

herons,
Guiana green, 127;
tri-colored, 88

hoatzins, 118, 119;
call, 130;
food of young, 126;
home life, 123-139;
nest, 126, 129;
nestlings, 131;
odor, 129;
photographing young, 102, 103

honey creepers, 47, 252;
turquoise, 201

hummingbirds, 38, 113, 197, 198, 199, 200

ibis, scarlet, 122

jackal, crab, 282

jaguar, 186

jungle,
animals obtained from, 282;
trail through, 89;
yard of, 255

Kaburi trail, 148

Kalacoon, 142, 143

kingbirds, 47

kinkajous, 263, 281

kiskadees, 86, 104, 127, 157

kunama, 273;
habits, 274

laboratory, wilderness, 141-153

lianas, 246

library, New Amsterdam, 105, 110

lichens, 196

lizards,
in Barbados, 60;
method of capture, 41-43;
surrender of, 203;
trail, 202

lucannani, 157

maam, 189

Mafolie, 38

Mahaica, 99

manakins, 249, 252;
opal-crowned, 252

Martinique, 27-32, 49-54;
market, 49-51

martins, 69, 79, 158

Mazaruni, 144, 148

millipede, 38, 214

mimicry, 257

mites, 259

Monkey Hill, 47

monkeys, 48;
howling, 155-156

Mont Pelee, 27-32

moths, 256

mouse, 211

muckamucka, 125

New Amsterdam, 110, 124

nighthawk, call, 267;
gathering, 267

noctiluca, 65

nuts, 75

opossum, 73, 74

orioles, black-throated, 88;
yellow, nest of, 100

paca, 281

palms, cocoanut, 100

Para, 241

parrakeets, 250

peas, butterfly, 182

perai, 90

phosphorescence, 20, 65

phosphorescent animals, method of capturing, 20, 21

pigeons, 48
pits, 201;
number five, 211

Pomeroon, 89, 90

rain, tropical, 120, 121

rainbow, lunar, 58

roaches, wood, 277

Roosevelt, Colonel, 146-150

Roosevelt, Mrs., 147, 148

sandpiper, 47

sargasso weed,
animals associated with, 18;
fate of, 19;
method of grappling, 13-16;
origin, 16

scorpions, 152; pseudo, 259

sea-birds, 11
sea,
color of, 24;
swimming in, 45, 46

sea-horses, 18

second-growth, 180

seeds, 75

sharks, harmlessness of, 46

shrimps, 18

skimmers, 97

sloth, name of, 264

snails, 259

snake, 285;
green, 72;
water constrictor, 72

spiders, 259

spine-tail, 119

Station, Zooelogical, 141, 153;
Tropical Research, 67

St. Eustatius, 44

St. Kitts, 44-49

St. Lucia, 54-59;
coal-carriers, 55

St. Pierre, 30

St. Thomas, 35-44

Suddy, 70

swifts, Palm, 47, 159;
collared, 159

tamarind tree, 38

tanagers, 201, 249, 252

tapir, 90

tarantula, 152

termites, 258;
flight, 158;
immunity from attack, 233

tinamou, 189; eggs, 189

toads, 161, 213

tody-flycatchers, 127

toucans, 250, 251

trail,
Convict, 177-210;
Pomeroon, 84-91

trees,
silk cotton, 100;
sentinel, 196;
wild cinnamon, 241

trogons, 188

Trois Pitons, 58

tropic-bird, 37

trumpet tree, 182

warracabra tiger, 273

wasp, 63, 83

wharf, Dutch, 71

woodhewers, 249, 251

woodpeckers, 249, 251, 252

worm, inch, 229

wrens, 157, 250

Zooelogical Society, New York, 67

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GOURMONT, REMY DE A Virgin Heart 131

HARDY, THOMAS Jude the Obscure 135
HARDY, THOMAS The Mayor of Casterbridge 17
HARDY, THOMAS The Return of the Native 121
HAUPTMANN, GERHART The Heretic of Soana 149
HAWTHORNE, NATHANIEL The Scarlet Letter 93
HEARN, LAFCADIO Some Chinese Ghosts 130
HECHT, BEN Erik Dorn 29
HEMINGWAY, ERNEST The Sun Also Rises 170
HOMER The Iliad 166
HOMER The Odyssey 167
HUDSON, W. H. Green Mansions 89
HUDSON, W. H. The Purple Land 24
HUNEKER, JAMES G. Painted Veils 43
HUXLEY, ALDOUS A Virgin Heart 131

IBSEN, HENRIK A Doll's House, Ghosts, etc. 6
IBSEN, HENRIK Hedda Gabler, Pillars of Society,
The Master Builder 36
IBSEN, HENRIK The Wild Duck, Rosmersholm,
The League of Youth 54

JAMES, HENRY Daisy Miller, etc. 63
JAMES, HENRY The Turn of the Screw 169
JAMES, WILLIAM The Philosophy of William James 114
JOYCE, JAMES Dubliners 124
JOYCE, JAMES A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man 145

KIPLING, RUDYARD Soldiers Three 71
KOMROFF, MANUEL Oriental Romances 55

LAWRENCE, D. H. The Rainbow 128
LAWRENCE, D. H. Sons and Lovers 109
LEWISOHN, LUDWIG Upstream 123
LOTI, PIERRE Mme. Chrysantheme 94

MACY, JOHN The Spirit of American Literature 56
MAUPASSANT, GUY DE Love and Other Stories 72
MAUPASSANT, GUY DE Mademoiselle Fifi, and Twelve Other Stories 8
MAUPASSANT, GUY DE Une Vie 57
MENKEN, H. L. Selected Prejudices 107
MELVILLE, HERMAN Moby Dick 119
MEREDITH, GEORGE Diana of the Crossways 14
MEREDITH, GEORGE The Ordeal of Richard Feverel 134
MEREJKOWSKI, DMITRI The Death of the Gods 153
MEREJKOWSKI, DMITRI Peter and Alexis 175
MEREJKOWSKI, DMITRI The Romance of Leonardo da Vinci 138
MISCELLANEOUS An Anthology of American Negro Literature 163
A Modern Book of Criticism 81
Best Ghost Stories 73
Best American Humorous Short Stories 87
Best Russian Short Stories 18
Four Famous Greek Plays 158
Fourteen Great Detective Stories 144
Great Modern Short Stories 168
Edited by Grant Overton and including
stories by Joseph Conrad, D. H. Lawrence,
Katherine Mansfield, Sherwood Anderson,
Glenway Westcott, E. M. Forster, etc.
Outline of Abnormal Psychology 152
Outline of Psychoanalysis 66
MOLIERE Plays 78
MOORE, GEORGE Confessions of a Young Man 16
MORRISON, ARTHUR Tales of Mean Streets 100
NIETZSCHE, FRIEDRICH Beyond Good and Evil 20
NIETZSCHE, FRIEDRICH Ecce Homo and the Birth of Tragedy 68
NIETZSCHE, FRIEDRICH Genealogy of Morals 62
NIETZSCHE, FRIEDRICH Thus Spake Zarathustra 9

O'NEILL, EUGENE The Emperor Jones and The Straw 146
O'NEILL, EUGENE Seven Plays of the Sea 111

PAINE, THOMAS Writings 108
PATER, WALTER The Renaissance 86
PATER, WALTER Marius the Epicurean 90
PEPYS, SAMUEL Samuel Pepys' Diary 103
PETRONIUS ARBITER The Satyricon 156
POE, EDGAR ALLAN Best Tales 82
PREVOST, ANTOINE Manon Lescaut 85
PROUST, MARCEL Swann's Way 59
PROUST, MARCEL Within A Budding Grove 172

RABELAIS Gargantua and Pantagruel 4
RENAN, ERNEST The Life of Jesus 140

RODIN 64 Reproductions 41
ROSTAND, EDMOND Cyrano de Bergerac 154
RUSSELL, BERTRAND Selected Papers of Bertrand Russell 137

SALTUS, EDGAR The Imperial Orgy 139
SCHNITZLER, ARTHUR Anatol, Green Cockatoo, etc. 32
SCHNITZLER, ARTHUR Bertha Garlan 39
SCHOPENHAUER The Philosophy of Schopenhauer 52
SCHOPENHAUER Studies in Pessimism 12
SCHREINER, OLIVE The Story of an African Farm 132
SHAW, G. B. An Unsocial Socialist 15
SMOLLETT, TOBIAS Humphrey Clinker 159
SPINOZA The Philosophy of Spinoza 60
STENDHAL The Red and the Black 157
STERNE, LAURENCE Tristram Shandy 147
STRINDBERG, AUGUST Married 2
SUDERMANN, HERMANN Dame Care 33
SUDERMANN, HERMANN The Song of Songs 162
SWINBURNE, CHARLES Poems 23
SYMONDS, JOHN A. The Life of Michelangelo 49

TCHEKOV Rothschild's Fiddle, etc. 31
TCHEKOV Sea Gull, Cherry Orchard,
Three Sisters, etc. 171
THOMPSON, FRANCIS Complete Poems 38
TOLSTOY, LEO Anna Karenina 37
TOLSTOY, LEO Redemption and Other Plays 77
TOLSTOY, LEO The Death of Ivan Ilyitch and
Four Other Stories 64
TOMLINSON, H. M. The Sea and The Jungle 99
TURGENEV, IVAN Fathers and Sons 21
TURGENEV, IVAN Smoke 80

VAN LOON, HENDRIK W. Ancient Man 105
VAN VECHTEN, CARL Peter Whiffle 164
VILLON, FRANCOIS Poems 58
VOLTAIRE Candide 47

WELLS, H. G. Ann Veronica 27
WHISTLER, J. McNEIL The Art of Whistler with 32 Reproductions 150
WHITMAN, WALT Leaves of Grass 97
WILDE, OSCAR An Ideal Husband, A Woman of No Importance 84
WILDE, OSCAR De Profundis 117
WILDE, OSCAR Dorian Gray 1
WILDE, OSCAR Poems 19
WILDE, OSCAR Fairy Tales, Poems in Prose 61
WILDE, OSCAR Salome, The Importance of Being Earnest, etc. 83
WILDER, THORNTON The Cabala 155
WOOLF, VIRGINIA Mrs. Dalloway 96

YEATS, W. B. Irish Fairy and Folk Tales 44

ZOLA, EMILE Nana 142

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Spelling and punctuation inaccuracies were silently corrected.
Hyphenation and accented words were standardised.
Archaic and variable spelling is preserved.
Author's punctuation style is preserved.
Text in italics is denoted by _underscores_.

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