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    "title": "Records relating to Polar Exploration",
    "description": "This file includes poems, articles, and letters relating to Admiral Robert Peary, the ship Roosevelt, and North and South Pole expeditions.",
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    "ocrText": "930\nTHE CENTURY MAGAZINE\nOur velvet way his steel prepared.\nHe died without a curse or moan.\"\nThen bury him not here in city soil,\nWhere the cars grind and factories spill\nTheir acrid smoke on those who toil.\nBear him away to some high hill\nThat overlooks the mighty stream\nWhose thousand miles of pathway 'mid the corn\nBlazons his prowess. There let him dream,\nAnd wait God's resurrection morn.\nTHE SHUTTLE\nBY FRANCES HODGSON BURNETT\nAuthor of 'That Lass o' Lowrie's,\" The Dawn of a To-morrow,\" etc.\nXLI\namine and protect and lay restrictions;\nbut every one will manage to keep at a\nSHE WOULD DO SOMETHING\ndiscreet distance, and the thing will run\nS\nIR NIGEL'S face was not a good\nriot and do its worst. As far as one can\nthing to see when he appeared at the\nsee, there seems no reason why the whole\ndinner table in the evening. Until the\nplace should not be swept away. No\nsoup had been removed he scarcely spoke,\ndoubt Mount Dunstan has wisely taken\nmerely making curt replies to any casual\nto his heels already.\"\nremark.\n\"I think that, on the contrary, there\n\"Mount Dunstan is in a deucedly un-\nwould be much doubt of that,\" Betty\npleasant position,\" he condescended at\nsaid. \"He would stay and do what he\nlast. \"I should not care to stand in his\ncould.\"\nshoes.\"\nSir Nigel shrugged his shoulders.\nHe had not returned to the Court until\n\"Would he? I think you '11 find he\nlate in the afternoon, but having heard\nwould not.\"\nin the village the rumor of the outbreak\n\"Mrs. Brent tells me,\" Rosalie broke\nof fever, he had made inquiries and gath-\nin somewhat hurriedly, \"that the huts\nered detail.\nfor the hoppers are in the worst possible\n\"You are thinking of the outbreak of\ncondition. They are SO dilapidated that\ntyphoid among the hop-pickers,\" said\nthe rain pours into them. There is no\nLady Anstruthers. \"Mrs. Brent thinks\nproper shelter for the people who are ill,\nit threatens to be very serious.\"\nand Lord Mount Dunstan cannot afford to\n\"An epidemic without a doubt,\" he an-\ntake care of them.\"\nswered. \"In a wretched unsanitary place\n\"But he will-he will,\" broke forth\nlike Dunstan village the wretches will\nBetty. Her head lifted itself, and she\ndie like flies.\"\nspoke almost as if through her small shut\n\"What will be done?\" inquired Betty.\nteeth. A wave of intense belief, high,\nHe gave her one of his unpleasant\nproud, and obstinate, swept through her.\npersonal glances and laughed derisively.\nIt was a feeling SO strong and vibrant\n\"Done? The county authorities who\nthat she felt as if Mount Dunstan him-\ncall themselves Guardians' will be fright-\nself must be reached and upborne by it,\nened to death, and will potter about and\nas if he himself must hear her.\nfuss like old women, and profess to ex-\nRosalie looked at her half startled, and"
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