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Title: Mehalah
A Story of the Salt Marshes
Author: Sabine Baring-Gould
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MEHALAH
A STORY OF THE SALT MARSHES
BY
SABINE BARING-GOULD
AUTHOR OF 'JOHN HERRING' &c.
NEW EDITION
LONDON
SMITH, ELDER, & CO., 15 WATERLOO PLACE
1884
[All rights reserved]
CONTENTS.
CHAPTER
MEHALAH:
A STORY OF THE SALT MARSHES.
CHAPTER I.
THE RAY.
Between the mouths of the Blackwater and the Colne, on the east coast of Essex, lies an extensive marshy tract veined and freckled in every part with water. It is a wide waste of debatable ground contested by sea and land, subject to incessant incursions from the former, but stubbornly maintained by the latter. At high tide the appearance is that of a vast surface of moss or Sargasso weed floating on the sea, with rents and patches of shining water traversing and dappling it in all directions. The creeks, some of considerable length and breadth, extend many miles inland, and are arteries whence branches out a fibrous tissue of smaller channels, flushed with water twice in the twenty-four hours. At noon-tides, and especially at the equinoxes, the sea asserts its royalty over this vast region, and overflows the whole, leaving standing out of the flood only the long island of Mersea, and the lesser islet, called the Ray. This latter is a hill of gravel rising from the heart of the Marshes, crowned with ancient thorntrees, and possessing, what is denied the mainland, an unfailing spring of purest water. At ebb, the Ray can only be reached from the old Roman causeway, called the Strood, over which runs the road from Colchester to Mersea Isle, connecting formerly the city of the Trinobantes with the station of the count of the Saxon shore. But even at ebb, the Ray is not approachable by land unless the sun or east wind has parched the ooze into brick; and then the way is long, tedious and tortuous, among bitter pools and over shining creeks. It was perhaps because this ridge of high ground was so inaccessible, so well protected by nature, that the ancient inhabitants had erected on it a rath, or fortified camp of wooden logs, which left its name to the place long after the timber defences had rotted away.
A more desolate region can scarce be conceived, and yet it is not without beauty. In summer, the thrift mantles the marshes with shot satin, passing through all gradations of tint from maiden's blush to lily white. Thereafter a purple glow steals over the waste, as the sea lavender bursts into flower, and simultaneously every creek and pool is royally fringed with sea aster. A little later the glass-wort, that shot up green and transparent as emerald glass in the early spring, turns to every tinge of carmine.
When all vegetation ceases to live, and goes to sleep, the marshes are alive and wakeful with countless wild fowl. At all times they are haunted with sea mews and roysten crows, in winter they teem with wild duck and grey geese. The stately heron loves to wade in the pools, occasionally the whooper swan sounds his loud trumpet, and flashes a white reflection in the still blue waters of the fleets. The plaintive pipe of the curlew is familiar to those who frequent these marshes, and the barking of the brent geese as they return from their northern breeding places is heard in November.
At the close of last century there stood on the Ray a small farmhouse built of tarred wreckage timber, and roofed with red pan-tiles. The twisted thorntrees about it afforded some, but slight, shelter. Under the little cliff of gravel was a good beach, termed a 'hard.'
On an evening towards the close of September, a man stood in this farmhouse by the hearth, on which burnt a piece of wreckwood, opposite an old woman, who crouched shivering with ague in a chair on the other side. He was a strongly built man of about thirty-five, wearing fisherman's boots, a brown coat and a red plush waistcoat. His hair was black, raked over his brow. His cheekbones were high; his eyes dark, eager, intelligent, but fierce in expression. His nose was aquiline, and would have given a certain nobility to his countenance, had not his huge jaws and heavy chin contributed an animal cast to his face.
He leaned on his duck-gun, and glared from under his pent-house brows and thatch of black hair over the head of the old woman at a girl who stood behind, leaning on the back of her mother's chair, and who returned his stare with a look of defiance from her brown eyes.
The girl might have been taken for a sailor boy, as she leaned over the chairback, but for the profusion of her black hair. She wore a blue knitted guernsey covering body and arms, and across the breast, woven in red wool, was the name of the vessel, 'Gloriana.' The guernsey had been knitted for one of the crew of a ship of this name, but had come into the girl's possession. On her head she wore the scarlet woven cap of a boatman.
The one-pane window at the side of the fireplace faced the west, and the evening sun lit her brown gipsy face, burnt in her large eyes, and made coppery lights in her dark hair.
The old woman was shivering with the ague, and shook the chair on which her daughter leaned; a cold sweat ran off her brow, and every now and then she raised a white faltering hand to wipe the drops away that hung on her eyebrows like rain on thatching.
'I did not catch the chill here,' she said. 'I ketched it more than thirty years ago when I was on Mersea Isle, and it has stuck in my marrow ever since. But there is no ague on the Ray. This is the healthiest place in the world, Mehalah has never caught the ague on it. I do not wish ever to leave it, and to lay my bones elsewhere.'
'Then you will have to pay your rent punctually,' said the man in a dry tone, not looking at her, but at her daughter.
'Please the Lord so we shall, as we ever have done,' answered the woman; 'but when the chill comes on me——'
'Oh, curse the chill,' interrupted the man; 'who cares for that except perhaps Glory yonder, who has to work for both of you. Is it so, Glory?'
The girl thus addressed did not answer, but folded her arms on the chairback, and leaned her chin upon them. She seemed at that moment like a wary cat watching a threatening dog, and ready at a moment to show her claws and show desperate battle, not out of malice, but in self-defence.
'Why, but for you sitting there, sweating and jabbering, Glory would not be bound to this lone islet, but would go out and see the world, and taste life. She grows here like a mushroom, she does not live. Is it not so, Glory?'
The girl's face was no longer lit by the declining sun, which had glided further north-west, but the flames of the driftwood flickered in her large eyes that met those of the man, and the cap was still illumined by the evening glow, a scarlet blaze against the indigo gloom.

'Why do you not speak, Mehalah?' said the mother, turning her wan wet face aside, to catch a glimpse of her daughter.
'I've answered him fifty times,' said the girl.
'No,' protested the old woman feebly, 'you have not spoken a word to Master Rebow.'
'By God, she is right,' broke in the man. 'The little devil has a tongue in each eye, and she has been telling me with each a thousand times that she hates me. Eh, Glory?'
The girl rose erect, set her teeth, and turned her face aside, and looked out at the little window on the decaying light.
Rebow laughed aloud.
'She hated me before, and now she hates me worse, because I have become her landlord. I have bought the Ray for eight hundred pounds. The Ray is mine, I tell you. Mistress Sharland, you will henceforth have to pay me the rent, to me and to none other. I am your landlord, and Michaelmas is next week.'
'The rent shall be paid, Elijah!' said the widow.
'The Ray is mine,' pursued Rebow, swelling with pride. 'I have bought it with my own money—eight hundred pounds. I could stubb up the trees if I would. I could cart muck into the well and choke it if I would. I could pull down the stables and break them up for firewood if I chose. All here is mine, the Ray, the marshes, and the saltings,[1] the creeks, the fleets, the farm. That is mine,' said he, striking the wall with his gun, 'and that is mine,' dashing the butt end against the hearth; 'and you are mine, and Glory is mine.'
[1] A salting is land occasionally flooded, otherwise serving as pasturage. A marsh is a reclaimed salting, enclosed within a sea-wall.
'That never,' said the girl stepping forward, and confronting him with dauntless eye and firm lips and folded arms.
'Eh! Gloriana! have I roused you?' exclaimed Elijah Rebow, with a flash of exultation in his fierce eyes. 'I said that the house and the marshes, and the saltings are mine, I have bought them.
'But I say yes.'
'We are your tenants, Elijah,' observed the widow nervously interposing. 'Do not let Mehalah anger you. She has been reared here in solitude, and she does not know the ways of men. She means nothing by her manner.'
'I do,' said the girl, 'and he knows it.'
'She is a headlong child,' pursued the old woman, 'and when she fares to say or do a thing, there is no staying tongue or hand. Do not mind her, master.'
The man paid no heed to the woman's words, but fixed his attention on the girl. Neither spoke. It was as though a war of wills was proclaimed and begun. He sought to beat down her defences with the force of his resolve flung at her from his dark eyes, and she parried it dauntlessly with her pride.
'By God!' he said at last, 'I have never seen anywhere else a girl of your sort. There is none elsewhere.  'She is a right good girl at heart, true as steel, and as tough in fibre.'
'I have bought the house and the pasture, and the marshes and the saltings,' said Elijah sulkily, 'and all that thereon is. You are mine, Glory! You cannot escape me. Give me your hand.'
She remained motionless, with folded arms. He laid his heavy palm on her shoulder.
'Give me your hand, and mine is light; I will help you.  Escape it you cannot. This way or that. My hand will clasp or crush.'
She did not stir.
'The wild fowl that fly here are mine, the fish that swim in the fleets are mine,' he went on; 'I can shoot and net them.'
'So can I, and so can anyone,' said the girl haughtily.
'Let them try it on,' said Elijah; 'I am not one to be trifled with, as the world well knows. I will bear no poaching here. I have bought the Ray, and the fish are mine, and the fowl are mine, and you are mine also. Let him touch who dares.'
'The wild fowl are free for any man to shoot, the fish are free for any man to net,' said the girl scornfully.
'That is not my doctrine,' answered Elijah. 'What is on my soil and in my waters is mine, I may do with them what I will, and so also all that lives on my estate is mine.' Returning with doggedness to his point, 'As you live in my house and on my land, you are mine.'
'Mother,' said the girl, 'give him notice, and quit the Ray.'
'I could not do it, Mehalah, I could not do it,' answered the woman. 'I've lived all my life on the marshes, and I cannot quit them. But this is a healthy spot, and not like the marshes of Dairy House where once we were, and where I ketched the chill.'
'You cannot go till you have paid me the rent,' said Rebow.
'That,' answered Mehalah, 'we will do assuredly.'
'So you promise, Glory!' said Rebow.  I could pluck the clock, the heart of the house, out of it.  I could drive you both out without a cover into the whistling east wind and biting frost.'
[2] Cypress-chest.
'I tell you, we can and we will pay.'
'But should you not be able at any time, I warn you what to expect. I've a fancy for that jersey you wear with "Gloriana" right across the breast. I'll pull it off and draw it on myself.' He ground his teeth. 'I will have it, if only to wrap me in, in my grave.  This is better than money.  The red cap will not protect your skull from a tile, will it? And yet you say, I am not your master. You do not belong to me, as do the marshes and the saltings, and the wild duck.'
'I tell you we will pay,' repeated the girl passionately, as she wrenched her shoulder from his iron grip.
'You don't belong to me!' jeered Elijah. Then slapping the arm of the widow's chair, and pointing over his shoulder at Mehalah, he said scornfully: 'She says she does not belong to me, as though she believed it. But she does, and you do, and so does that chair, and the log that smoulders on the hearth, and the very hearth itself, with its heat, the hungry ever-devouring belly of the house. I've bought the Ray and all that is on it for eight hundred pounds. I saw it on the paper, it stands in writing and may not be broke through. Lawyers' scripture binds and looses as Bible scripture. I will stick to my rights, to every thread and breath of them. She is mine.'
'But, Elijah, be reasonable,' said the widow, lifting her hand appealingly. The fit of ague was passing away. 'We are in a Christian land. We are not slaves to be bought and sold like cattle.'
'If you cannot pay the rent, I can take everything from you.  I can take the crock and all the meat in it. I can take the bed on which you sleep. I can take the clothes off your back.' Turning suddenly round on the girl he glared, 'I will rip the jersey off her, and wear it till I rot. I will pull the red cap off her head and lay it on my heart to keep it warm. None shall say me nay. Tell me, mistress, what are you, what is she, without house and bed and clothing? I will take her gun, I will swamp her boat. I will trample down your garden.  You shall not shelter here, on my island, if you will not pay. I tell you, I have bought the Ray. I gave for it eight hundred pounds.'
'But Elijah,' protested the old woman, 'do not be so angry. We are sure to pay.'
'We will pay him, mother, and then he cannot open his mouth against us.' At that moment the door flew open, and two men entered, one young, the other old.
'There is the money,' said the girl, as the latter laid a canvas bag on the table.
'We've sold the sheep—at least Abraham has,' said the young man joyously, as he held out his hand. 'Sold them well, too, Glory!'
The girl's entire face was transformed. The cloud that had hung over it cleared, the hard eyes softened, and a kindly light beamed from them. The set lips became flexible and smiled. Elijah saw and noted the change, and his brow grew darker, his eye more threatening.
Mehalah strode forward, and held out her hand to clasp that offered her. Elijah swung his musket suddenly about, and unless she had hastily recoiled, the barrel would have struck, perhaps broken, her wrist.
'You refused my hand,' he said, 'although you are mine. I bought the Ray for eight hundred pounds.' Then turning to the young man with sullenness, he asked, 'George De Witt, what brings you here?'
'Why, cousin, I've a right to be here as well as you.'
'No, you have not. I have bought the Ray, and no man sets foot on this island against my will.'
The young man laughed good-humouredly.
'You won't keep me off your property then, Elijah, so long as Glory is here?'
Elijah made a motion as though he would speak angrily, but restrained himself with an effort. He said nothing, but his eyes followed every movement of Mehalah Sharland. She turned to him with an exultant splendour in her face, and pointing to the canvas bag on the table, said, 'There is the money. Will you take the rent at once, or wait till it is due?'
'It is not due till next Thursday.'
'We do not pay for a few weeks. Three weeks' grace we have been hitherto allowed.'
'I give no grace.'
'Then take your money at once.'
'I will not touch it till it is due. I will take it next Thursday. You will bring it me then to Red Hall.'
'Is the boat all right where I left her?' asked the young man.
'Yes, George!' answered the girl, 'she is on the hard where you anchored her this morning. What have you been getting in Colchester to-day?'
'I have bought some groceries for mother,' he said, 'and there is a present with me for you. But that I will not give up till by-and-bye. You will help me to thrust the boat off, will you not, Glory?'
'She is afloat now. However, I will come presently, I must give Abraham first his supper.'
'Thank ye,' said the old man. 'George de Witt and me stopped at the Rose and had a bite. I must go at once after the cows. You'll excuse me.' He went out.
'Will you stay and sup with us, George?' asked the widow. 'There is something in the pot will be ready directly.'
'Thank you all the same,' he replied, 'I want to be back as soon as I can, the night will be dark; besides, you and Glory have company.'
'Come along, Glory!' he called, abandoning the topic and the uncongenial speaker, and turning to the girl. 'Help me with my boat.'
'Don't be gone for long, Mehalah!' said her mother.
'I shall be back directly.'
Elijah Rebow kept his mouth closed. His face was as though cast in iron, but a living fire smouldered within and broke out through the eye-sockets, as lava will lie hard and cold, a rocky crust with a fiery fluid core within that at intervals glares out at fissures. He did not utter a word, but he watched Glory go out with De Witt, and then a grim smile curdled his rugged cheeks. He seated himself opposite the widow, and spread his great hands over the fire. He was pondering. The shadow of his strongly featured face and expanded hands was cast on the opposite wall; as the flame flickered, the shadow hands seemed to open and shut, to stretch and grasp.
The gold had died out of the sky and only a pearly twilight crept in at the window, the evening heaven seen through the pane was soft and cool in tone as the tints of the Glaucus gull. The old woman remained silent. She was afraid of the new landlord. She had long known him, longer known of him, she had never liked him, and she liked less to have him now in a place of power over her.
Presently Rebow rose, slowly, from his seat, and laying aside his gun said, 'I too have brought a present, but not for Glory. She must know nothing of this, it is for you. I put the keg outside the door under the whitethorn. I knew a drop of spirits was good for the ague. We get spirits cheap, or I would not give you any.' He was unable to do a gracious act without marring its merit by an ungracious word. 'I will fetch it in. May it comfort you in the chills.'
He went out of the house and returned with a little keg under his arm. 'Where is it to go?' he asked.
'Oh, Master Rebow! this is good of you, and I am thankful. My ague does pull me down sorely.'
'Damn your ague, who cares about it!' he said surlily. 'Where is the keg to go?'
'Let me roll it in,' said the old woman, jumping up. 'There are better cellars and storeplaces here than anywhere between this and Tiptree Heath.'
'Saving mine at Red Hall, and those at Salcot Rising Sun,' interjected the man.
'You see, Rebow, in times gone by, a great many smuggled goods were stowed away here; but much does not come this way now,' with a sigh.
'It goes to Red Hall instead,' said Rebow. 'Ah! if you were there, your life would be a merry one. There! take the keg. I have had trouble enough bringing it here. You stow it away where you like, yourself; and draw me a glass, I am dry.'
He flung himself in the chair again, and let the old woman take up and hug the keg, and carry it off to some secure hiding-place where in days gone by many much larger barrels of brandy and wine had been stored away. She soon returned.
'I have not tapped this,' she said. 'The liquor will be muddy. I have drawn a little from the other that you gave me.'
Elijah took the glass from her hand and tossed it off. He was chuckling to himself.
'You will say a word for me to Glory.'
'Rely on me, Elijah. None has been so good to me as you. None has given me anything for my chill but you. But Mehalah will find it out, I reckon; she suspects already.'
He paid no heed to her words.
'So she is not mine, nor the house, nor the marshes, nor the saltings, nor the fish and fowl!' he muttered derisively to himself.
'I paid eight hundred pounds for the Ray and all that therein is,' he continued, 'let alone what I paid the lawyer.' He rubbed his hands. Then he rose again, and took his gun.
'I'm off,' he said, and strode to the door.
At the same moment Mehalah appeared at it, her face clear and smiling. She looked handsomer than ever.
'Well!' snarled Rebow, arresting her, 'what did he give you?'
'That is no concern of yours,' answered the girl, and she tried to pass. He put his fowling piece across the door and barred the way.
'What did he give you?' he asked in his dogged manner.
'I might refuse to answer,' she said carelessly, 'but I do not mind your knowing; the whole Ray and Mersea, and the world outside may know. This!' She produced an Indian red silk kerchief, which she flung over her shoulders and knotted under her chin. With her rich complexion, hazel eyes, dark hair and scarlet cap, lit by the red fire flames, she looked a gipsy, and splendid in her beauty. Rebow dropped his gun, thrust her aside with a sort of mad fury, and flung himself out of the door.

Rebow put his head in again. His lips were drawn back and his white teeth glistened.
'You will pay the rent next Thursday. I give no grace.'

CHAPTER II.
THE RHYN.
'Mother,' said Mehalah, 'are you better now?'
'Yes, the fit is off me, but I am left terribly weak.'
'Mother, will you give me the medal?'
'What? Your grandmother's charm? You cannot want it!'
'It brings luck, and saves from sudden death. I wish to give it to George.'
'No, Mehalah! This will not do. You must keep it yourself.'
'It is mine, is it not?'
'No, child; it is promised you, but it is not yours yet. You shall have it some future day.'
'I want it at once, that I may give it to George. He has made me a present of this red kerchief for my neck, and he has given me many another remembrance, but I have made him no return. I have nothing that I can give him save that medal. Let me have it.'
'It must not go out of the family, Mehalah.'
'It will not. You know what is between George and me.'
The old woman hesitated and excused herself, but was so much in the habit of yielding to her daughter, that she was unable in this matter to maintain her opposition. She submitted reluctantly, and crept out of the room to fetch the article demanded of her.
When she returned, she found Mehalah standing before the fire with her back to the embers, and her hands knitted behind her, looking at the floor, lost in thought.
'There it is,' grumbled the old woman. 'But I don't like to part with it; and it must not go out of the family. Keep it yourself, Mehalah, and give it away to none.'
The girl took the coin. It was a large silver token, the size of a crown, bearing on the face a figure of Mars in armour, with shield and brandished sword, between the zodiacal signs of the Ram and the Scorpion.
The reverse was gilt, and represented a square divided into five-and-twenty smaller squares, each containing a number, so that the sum in each row, taken either vertically or horizontally, was sixty-five. The medal was undoubtedly foreign. Theophrastus Paracelsus, in his 'Archidoxa,' published in the year 1572, describes some such talisman, gives instructions for its casting, and says: 'This seal or token gives him who carries it about him strength and security and victory in all battles, protection in all perils. It enables him to overcome his enemies and counteract their plots.'
The medal held by the girl belonged to the sixteenth century. Neither she nor her mother had ever heard of Paracelsus, and knew nothing of his 'Archidoxa.' The figures on the face passed their comprehension. The mystery of the square on the reverse had never been discovered by them. They knew only that the token was a charm, and that family tradition held it to secure the wearer against sudden death by violence.
A hole was drilled through the piece, and a strong silver ring inserted. A broad silk riband of faded blue passed through the ring, so that the medal might be worn about the neck. For a few moments Mehalah studied the mysterious figures by the fire-light, then flung the riband round her neck, and hid the coin and its perplexing symbols in her bosom.
'I must light a candle,' she said; then she stopped by the table on her way across the room, and took up the glass upon it.
'Mother,' she said sharply; 'who has been drinking here?'
The old woman pretended not to hear the question, and began to poke the fire.
'Mother, has Elijah Rebow been drinking spirits out of this glass?'
'To be sure, Mehalah, he did just take a drop.'
'Whence did he get it?'
'Don't you think it probable that such a man as he, out much on the marshes, should carry a bottle about with him? Most men go provided against the chill who can afford to do so.'
'Mother,' said the girl impatiently, 'you are deceiving me. I know he got the spirits here, and that you have had them here for some time. I insist on being told how you came by them.'
The old woman made feeble and futile attempts to evade answering her daughter directly; but was at last forced to confess that on two occasions, of which this evening was one, Elijah Rebow had brought her a small keg of rum.
'You do not grudge it me, Mehalah, do you? It does me good when I am low after my fits.'
'I do not grudge it you,' answered the girl; 'but I do not choose you should receive favours from that man.  Why does he come here?' She looked full in her mother's face. 'Why does he give you these spirits? He, a man who never did a good action but asked a return in fourfold measure. I promise you, mother, if he brings here any more, that I will stave in the cask and let the liquor you so value waste away.'
The widow made piteous protest, but her daughter remained firm.
'Now,' said the girl, 'this point is settled between us. Be sure I will not go back from my word. I will in nothing be behoven to the man I abhor. Now let me count the money.' She caught up the bag, then put it down again. She lit a candle at the hearth, drew her chair to the table, seated herself at it, untied the string knotted about the neck of the pouch, and poured the contents upon the board.
She sprang to her feet with a cry; she stood as though petrified, with one hand to her head, the other holding the bag. Her eyes, wide open with dismay, were fixed on the little heap she had emptied on the table—a heap of shot, great and small, some penny-pieces, and a few bullets.
'What is the matter with you, Mehalah? What has happened?'
The girl was speechless. The old woman moved to the table and looked.
'What is this, Mehalah?'
'Look here! Lead, not gold.'
'There has been a mistake,' said the widow, nervously, 'call Abraham; he has given you the wrong sack.'
'There has been no mistake. This is the right bag. He had no other. We have been robbed.'
The old woman was about to put her hand on the heap, but Mehalah arrested it.
'Do not touch anything here,' she said, 'let all remain as it is till I bring Abraham. I must ascertain who has robbed us.'
She leaned her elbows on the table; she platted her fingers over her brow, and sat thinking. What could have become of the money? Where could it have been withdrawn? Who could have been the thief?
Abraham Dowsing, the shepherd, was a simple surly old man, honest but not intelligent, selfish but trustworthy. He was a fair specimen of the East Saxon peasant, a man of small reasoning power, moving like a machine, very slow, muddy in mind, only slightly advanced in the scale of beings above the dumb beasts; with instinct just awaking into intelligence, but not sufficiently awake to know its powers; more unhappy and helpless than the brute, for instinct is exhausted in the transformation process; not happy as a man, for he is encumbered with the new gift, not illumined and assisted by it. He is distrustful of its power, inapt to appreciate it, detesting the exercise of it.
On the fidelity of Abraham Dowsing, Mehalah felt assured she might rely. He was guiltless of the abstraction. She relied on him to sell the sheep to the best advantage, for, like everyone of low mental organisation, he was grasping and keen to drive a bargain. But when he had the money she knew that less confidence could be reposed on him. He could think of but one thing at a time, and if he fell into company, his mind would be occupied by his jug of beer, his bread and cheese, or his companion. He would not have attention at command for anything beside.
The rustic brain has neither agility nor flexibility. It cannot shift its focus nor change its point of sight. The educated mind will peer through a needlehole in a sheet of paper, and see through it the entire horizon and all the sky.  When the oyster spat falls on mud in a tidal estuary, it gets buried in mud deeper with every tide, two films each twenty-four hours, and becomes a fossil if it becomes anything. Mind in the rustic is like oyster spat, unformed, the protoplasm of mind but not mind itself, daily, annually deeper buried in the mud of coarse routine. It never thinks, it scarce lives, and dies in unconsciousness that it ever possessed life.

The money must have been abstracted either in Colchester or on the way home. The old man had said that he stopped and tarried at the Rose inn on the way. Had the theft been there committed? Who had been his associates in that tavern?
'Mother,' said Mehalah suddenly, 'has the canvas bag been on the table untouched since Abraham brought it here?'
'To be sure it has.'
'You have been in the room, in your seat all the while?'
'Of course I have. There was no one here but Rebow. You do not suspect him, do you?'
Mehalah shook her head.
'No, I have no reason to do so. You were here all the while?'
'Yes.'
 What was to be done? It was in vain to question Abraham.  Like a savage, the peasant when questioned will equivocate, and rather than speak the truth invent a lie from a dim fear lest the truth should hurt him. The lie is to him what his shell is to the snail, his place of natural refuge; he retreats to it not only from danger, but from observation.
He does not desire to mislead the querist, but to baffle observation. He accumulates deception, equivocation, falsehood about him just as he allows dirt to clot his person, for his own warmth and comfort, not to offend others.
The girl stood up.
'Mother, I must go after George De Witt at once. He was with Abraham on the road home, and he will tell us the truth. It is of no use questioning the old man, he will grow suspicious, and think we are accusing him. The tide is at flood, I shall be able to catch George on the Mersea hard.'
'Take the lanthorn with you.'
'I will. The evening is becoming dark, and there will be ebb as I come back. I must land in the saltings.'
Mehalah unhung a lanthorn from the ceiling and kindled a candle end in it, at the light upon the table. She opened the drawer of the table and took out a pistol. She looked at the priming, and then thrust it through a leather belt she wore under her guernsey.
On that coast, haunted by smugglers and other lawless characters, a girl might well go armed. By the roadside to Colchester where cross ways met, was growing an oak that had been planted as an acorn in the mouth of a pirate of Rowhedge, not many years before, who had there been hung in chains for men murdered and maids carried off. Nearly every man carried a gun in hopes of bringing home wild fowl, and when Mehalah was in her boat, she usually took her gun with her for the same purpose. But men bore firearms not only for the sake of bringing home game; self-protection demanded it.
At this period, the mouth of the Blackwater was a great centre of the smuggling trade; the number and intricacy of the channels made it a safe harbour for those who lived on contraband traffic. It was easy for those who knew the creeks to elude the revenue boats, and every farm and tavern was ready to give cellarage to run goods and harbour to smugglers.
Between Mersea and the Blackwater were several flat holms or islands, some under water at high-tides, others only just standing above it, and between these the winding waterways formed a labyrinth in which it was easy to evade pursuit and entangle the pursuers. The traffic was therefore here carried on with an audacity and openness scarce paralleled elsewhere. Although there was a coastguard station at the mouth of the estuary, on Mersea 'Hard,' yet goods were run even in open day under the very eyes of the revenue men. Each public-house on the island and on the mainland near a creek obtained its entire supply of wine and spirits from contraband vessels. Whether the coastguard were bought to shut their eyes or were baffled by the adroitness of the smugglers, cannot be said, but certain it was, that the taverns found no difficulty in obtaining their supplies as often and as abundant as they desired.
The villages of Virley and Salcot were the chief landing-places, and there horses and donkeys were kept in large numbers for the conveyance of the spirits, wine, tobacco and silk to Tiptree Heath, the scene of Boadicaea's great battle with the legions of Suetonius, which was the emporium of the trade. There a constant fair or auction of contraband articles went on, and thence they were distributed to Maldon, Colchester, Chelmsford, and even London. Tiptree Heath was a permanent camping ground of gipsies, and squatters ran up there rude hovels; these were all engaged in the distribution of the goods brought from the sea.
But though the taverns were able to supply themselves with illicit spirits, unchecked, the coastguard were ready to arrest and detain run goods not destined for their cellars. Deeds of violence were not rare, and many a revenue officer fell a victim to his zeal. On Sunken Island off Mersea, the story went, that a whole boat's crew were found with their throats cut; they were transported thence to the churchyard, there buried, and their boat turned keel upwards over them.
The gipsies were thought to pursue over-conscientious and successful officers on the mainland, and remove them with a bullet should they escape the smugglers on the water.
The whole population of this region was more or less mixed up with, and interested in, this illicit traffic, and with defiance of the officers of the law, from the parson who allowed his nag and cart to be taken from his stable at night, left unbolted for the purpose, and received a keg now and then as repayment, to the vagabonds who dealt at the door far inland in silks and tobacco obtained free of duty on the coast.
What was rare elsewhere was by no means uncommon here, gipsies intermarried with the people, and settled on the coast. The life of adventure, danger, and impermanence was sufficiently attractive to them to induce them to abandon for it their roving habits; perhaps the difference of life was not so marked as to make the change distasteful. Thus a strain of wild, restless, law-defying gipsy blood entered the veins of the Essex marshland populations, and galvanised into new life the sluggish and slimy liquid that trickled through the East Saxon arteries. Adventurers from the Low Countries, from France, even from Italy and Spain—originally smugglers, settled on the coast, generally as publicans, in league with the owners of the contraband vessels, married and left issue. There were neither landed gentry nor resident incumbents in this district, to civilise and restrain. The land was held by yeomen farmers, and by squatters who had seized on and enclosed waste land, no man saying them nay. At the revocation of the Edict of Nantes a large number of Huguenot French families had settled in the 'Hundreds' and the marshes, and for full a century in several of the churches divine service was performed alternately in French and English. To the energy of these colonists perhaps are due the long-extended sea-walls enclosing vast tracts of pasture from the tide.
Those Huguenots not only infused their Gallic blood into the veins of the people, but also their Puritanic bitterness and Calvinistic partiality for Old Testament names. Thus the most frequent Christian names met with are those of patriarchs, prophets and Judaic kings, and the sire-names are foreign, often greatly corrupted.
Yet, in spite of this infusion of strange ichor from all sides, the agricultural peasant on the land remains unaltered, stamped out of the old unleavened dough of Saxon stolidity, forming a class apart from that of the farmers and that of the seamen, in intelligence, temperament, and gravitation. All he has derived from the French element which has washed about him has been a nasal twang in his pronunciation of English. Yet his dogged adherence to one letter, which was jeopardised by the Gallic invasion, has reacted, and imposed on the invaders, and the v is universally replaced on the Essex coast by a w.
In the plaster and oak cottages away from the sea, by stagnant pools, the hatching places of clouds of mosquitos, whence rises with the night the haunting spirit of tertian ague, the hag that rides on, and takes the life out of the sturdiest men and women, and shakes and wastes the vital nerves of the children, live the old East Saxon slow moving, never thinking, day labourers. In the tarred wreck-timber cabins by the sea just above the reach of the tide, beside the shingle beach, swarms a yeasty, turbulent, race of mixed-breeds, engaged in the fishery and in the contraband trade.
Mehalah went to the boat. It was floating. She placed the lanthorn in the bows, cast loose, and began to row. She would need the light on her return, perhaps, as with the falling tide she would be unable to reach the landing-place under the farmhouse, and be forced to anchor at the end of the island, and walk home across the saltings. To cross these without a light on a dark night is not safe even to one knowing the lie of the land.
A little light still lingered in the sky. There was a yellow grey glow in the west over the Bradwell shore. Its fringe of trees, and old barn chapel standing across the walls of the buried city Othona, stood sombre against the light, as though dabbed in pitch on a faded golden ground. The water was still, as no wind was blowing, and it reflected the sky and the stars that stole out, with such distinctness that the boat seemed to be swimming in the sky, among black tatters of clouds, these being the streaks of land that broke the horizon and the reflection.
Gulls were screaming, and curlew uttered their mournful cry. Mehalah rowed swiftly down the Rhyn, as the channel was called that divided the Ray from the mainland, and that led to the 'hard' by the Rose inn, and formed the highway by which it drew its supplies, and from which every farm in the parish of Peldon carried its casks of strong liquor. To the west extended a vast marsh from which the tide was excluded by a dyke many miles in length. Against the northern horizon rose the hill of Wigborough crowned by a church and a great tumulus, and some trees that served as landmarks to the vessels entering the Blackwater. In ancient days the hill had been a beacon station, and it was reconverted to this purpose in time of war. A man was placed by order of Government in the tower, to light a crescet on the summit, in answer to a similar beacon at Mersea, in the event of a hostile fleet being seen in the offing.
Now and then the boat—it was a flat-bottomed punt—hissed among the asters, as Mehalah shot over tracts usually dry, but now submerged; she skirted next a bed of bulrushes. These reeds are only patient of occasional flushes with salt water, and where they grow it is at the opening of a land drain, or mark a fresh spring. Suddenly as she was cutting the flood, the punt was jarred and arrested. She looked round. A boat was across her bows. It had shot out of the rushes and stopped her.
'Whither are you going, Glory?'
The voice was that of Elijah Rebow, the last man Mehalah wished to meet at night, when alone on the water.
'That is my affair, not yours,' she answered. 'I am in haste, let me pass.'
'I will not. I will not be treated like this, Glory. I have shot you a couple of curlew, and here they are.'
He flung the birds into her boat. Mehalah threw them back again.
'Let it be an understood thing between us, Elijah, that we will accept none of your presents. You have brought my mother a keg of rum, and I have sworn to beat in the head of the next you give her. She will take nothing from you.'
'There you are mistaken, Glory; she will take as much as I will give her. You mean that you will not. I understand your pride, Glory! and I love you for it.'
'I care nothing for your love or your hate. We are naught to each other.'
'Yes we are, I am your landlord. We shall see how that sentiment of yours will stand next Thursday.'
'What do you mean?' asked Mehalah hastily.
'What do I mean? Why, I suppose I am intelligible enough in what I say for you to understand me without explanation. When you come to pay the rent to me next Thursday, you will not be able to say we are naught to each other.
The brave girl's heart failed for a moment. She had not the money. What would Elijah say and do when he discovered that she and her mother were defaulters? However, she put a bold face on the matter now, and thrusting off the boat with her oar, she said impatiently, 'You are causing me to waste precious time.  'It is not safe for a young girl like you to be about on the water after nightfall with ruffians of all sorts poaching on my saltings and up and down my creeks.'
'I am going to Mersea City,' said Mehalah.
'You are going to George De Witt.'
'What if I am? That is no concern of yours.'
'He is my cousin.'
'I wish he were a cousin very far removed from you.'
'Oh Glory! you are jesting.' He caught the side of the punt with his hand, for she made an effort to push past him. 'I shall not detain you long. Take these curlew. They are plump birds; your mother will relish them. Take them, and be damned to your pride. I shot them for you.'
'I will not have them, Elijah.'
'Then I will not either,' and he flung the dead birds into the water.
She seized the opportunity, and dipping her oars in the tide, strained at them, and shot away. She heard him curse, for his boat had grounded and he could not follow.
She laughed in reply.
In twenty minutes Mehalah ran her punt on Mersea beach. Here a little above high-water mark stood a cluster of wooden houses and an old inn, pretentiously called the 'City,' a hive of smugglers. On the shore, somewhat east, and away from the city, lay a dismasted vessel, fastened upright by chains, the keel sunk in the shingle. She had been carried to this point at spring flood and stranded, and was touched, not lifted by the ordinary tides. Mehalah's punt, drawing no draught, floated under the side of this vessel, and she caught the ladder by which access was obtained to the deck.
'Who is there?' asked George De Witt, looking over the side.
'I am come after you, George,' answered Mehalah.
'Why, Glory! what is the matter?'
'There is something very serious the matter.  She is all right. But I cannot explain the circumstances now. Come at once and with me.'
'I will get the boat out directly.'
'Never mind the boat. Come in the punt with me. You cannot return by water to-night. The ebb will prevent that. You will be obliged to go round by the Strood. Tell your mother not to expect you.'
'But what is the matter, Glory?'
'I will tell you when we are afloat.'
'I shall be back directly, but I do not know how the old woman will take it.' He swung himself down into the cabin, and announced to his mother that he was going to the Ray, and would return on foot by the Strood.
A gurgle of objurgations rose from the hatchway, and followed the young man as he made his escape.
'I wouldn't have done it for another,' said he; 'the old lady is put out, and will not forgive me. It will be bad walking by the Strood, Glory! Can't you put me across to the Fresh Marsh?'
'If there is water enough I will do so. Be quick now. There is no time to spare.'
He came down the ladder and stepped into the punt.
'Give me the oars, Glory. You sit in the stern and take the lanthorn.'
'It is in the bows.'
'I know that. But can you not understand, Glory, that when I am rowing, I like to see you. Hold the lanthorn so that I may get a peep of your face now and then.'
'Do not be foolish, George,' said Mehalah. However, she did as he asked, and the yellow dull light fell on her face, red handkerchief and cap.
'You look like a witch,' laughed De Witt.
'I will steer, row as hard as you can, George,' said the girl; then abruptly she exclaimed, 'I have something for you. Take it now, and look at it afterwards.'
She drew the medal from her bosom, and passing the riband over her head, leaned forward, and tossed the loop across his shoulders.
'Don't upset the boat, Glory! Sit still; a punt is an unsteady vessel, and won't bear dancing in. What is it that you have given me?'
'A keepsake.'
'I shall always keep it, Glory, for the sake of the girl I love best in the world. Now tell me; am I to row up Mersea channel or the Rhyn?'
'There is water enough in the Rhyn, though we shall not be able to reach our hard. You row on, and do not trouble yourself about the direction, I will steer. We shall land on the Saltings. That is why I have brought the lanthorn with me.'
'What are you doing with the light?'
'I must put it behind me. With the blaze in my eyes I cannot see where to steer.' She did as she said.
'Now tell me, Glory, what you have hung round my neck.'
'It is a medal, George.'
'Whatever it be, it comes from you, and is worth more than gold.'
'It is worth a great deal. It is a certain charm.'
'Indeed!'
'It preserves him who wears it from death by violence.'
At the word a flash shot out of the rushes, and a bullet whizzed past the stern.
George De Witt paused on his oars, startled, confounded.
'The bullet was meant for you or me,' said Mehalah in a low voice. 'Had the lanthorn been in the bows and not in the stern it would have struck you.'
Then she sprang up and held the lanthorn aloft, above her head.
'Coward, whoever you are, skulking in the reeds. Show a light, if you are a man. Show a light as I do. and give me a mark in return.'
'For heaven's sake, Glory, put out the candle,' exclaimed De Witt in agitation.
'Coward! show a light, that I may have a shot at you,' she cried again, without noticing what George said. In his alarm for her and for himself, he raised his oar and dashed the lanthorn out of her hand. It fell, and went out in the water.
Mehalah drew her pistol from her belt, and cocked it. She was standing, without trembling, immovable in the punt, her eye fixed unflinching on the reeds.
'George,' she said, 'dip the oars. Don't let her float away.'
He hesitated.
Presently a slight click was audible, then a feeble flash, as from flint struck with steel in the pitch blackness of the shore.
Then a small red spark burned steadily.
Not a sound, save the ripple of the retreating tide.
Mehalah's pistol was levelled at the spark. She fired, and the spark disappeared.
She and George held their breath.
'I have hit,' she said. 'Now run the punt in where the light was visible.'
'No, Glory; this will not do. I am not going to run you and myself into fresh danger.' He struck out.
'George, you are rowing away! Give me the oars. I will find out who it was that fired at us.'
'This is foolhardiness,' he said, but obeyed. A couple of strokes ran the punt among the reeds. Nothing was to be seen or heard. The night was dark on the water, it was black as ink among the rushes. Several times De Witt stayed his hand and listened, but there was not a sound save the gurgle of the water, and the song of the night wind among the tassels and harsh leaves of the bulrushes.
'She is aground,' said De Witt.
'We must back into the channel, and push on to the Ray,' said Mehalah.
The young man jumped into the water among the roots of the reeds, and drew the punt out till she floated; then he stepped in and resumed the oars.
'Hist!' whispered De Witt.
Both heard the click of a lock.
'Down!' he whispered, and threw himself in the bottom of the punt.


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The Flexible Box Module, usually referred to as flexbox, was designed as a one-dimensional layout model, and as a method that could offer space distribution between items in an interface and powerful alignment capabilities. This article gives an outline of the main features of flexbox, which we will be exploring in more detail in the rest of these guides.
Introduction
Why Flexbox?
For a long time, the only reliable cross browser-compatible tools available for creating CSS layouts were things like floats and positioning. These are fine and they work, but in some ways they are also rather limiting and frustrating.
The following simple layout requirements are either difficult or impossible to achieve with such tools, in any kind of convenient, flexible way:
- Vertically centering a block of content inside its parent.
- Making all the children of a container take up an equal amount of the available width/height, regardless of how much width/height is available.
- Making all columns in a multiple column layout adopt the same height even if they contain a different amount of content.
As you'll see in subsequent sections, flexbox makes a lot of layout tasks much easier. Let's dig in!
Simple flexbox example
In the following example a container has been set to display: flex, which means that the three child items become flex items. The value of justify-content has been set to space-between in order to space the items out evenly on the main axis. An equal amount of space is placed between each item with the left and right items being flush with the edges of the flex container. You can also see that the items are stretching on the cross axis, due to the default value of align-items being stretch. The items stretch to the height of the flex container, making them each appear as tall as the tallest item.
.container {
display:flex;/* or inline-flex */
}
So, this single declaration gives us everything we need — incredible, right? We have our multiple column layout with equal sized columns, and the columns are all the same height. This is because the default values given to flex items (the children of the flex container) are set up to solve common problems such as this. More on those later.
The two axes of flexbox
When working with flexbox you need to think in terms of two axes — the main axis and the cross axis. The main axis is defined by the flex-direction property, and the cross axis runs perpendicular to it. Everything we do with flexbox refers back to these axes, so it is worth understanding how they work from the outset.
The main axis
The main axis is defined by flex-direction, which has four possible values:
- row (default): left to right in ltr; right to left in rtl
- row-reverse: right to left in ltr; left to right in rtl
- column: same as row but top to bottom
- column-reverse:same as row-reverse but bottom to top
Should you choose row or row-reverse, your main axis will run along the row in the inline direction.
Choose column or column-reverse and your main axis will run from the top of the page to the bottom — in the block direction
The cross axis
The cross axis runs perpendicular to the main axis, therefore if your flex-direction (main axis) is set to row or row-reverse the cross axis runs down the columns.
If your main axis is column or column-reverse then the cross axis runs along the rows.
Understanding which axis is which is important when we start to look at aligning and justifying flex items; flexbox features properties that align and justify content along one axis or the other.
Justify Content
The CSS justify-content property defines how the browser distributes space between and around content items along the main-axis of a flex container, and the inline axis of a grid container.
.container {
display:flex;
Justify content:flex-start | flex-end | center | space-between | space-around | space-evenly
}
Align Items
The CSS align-items property sets the align-self value on all direct children as a group. The align-self property sets the alignment of an item within its containing block. In Flexbox it controls the alignment of items on the Cross Axis, in Grid Layout it controls the alignment of items on the Block Axis within their grid area.
.container {
display:flex;
align-items: flex-start | flex-end | center | baseline | stretch;
}
Align Self
The align-self CSS property aligns flex items of the current flex line overriding the align-items value. If any of the item's cross-axis margin is set to auto, then align-self is ignored. In Grid layout align-self aligns the item inside the grid area.
.item {
align-self: auto | flex-start | flex-end | center | baseline | stretch
}
Align Content
The CSS align-content property sets how the browser distributes space between and around content items along the cross-axis of a flexbox container, and the main-axis of a grid container.
.container {
display:flex;
align-content: flex-start | flex-end | center | space-between | space-around | stretch;
}


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"""
This module deals with job related manipulations. In expresso, job is
understood as a subtask which needs to be performed to get expected result.
Job config is a file which gives you complete information related to this
subtask.
"""
import dag
from . import common
from . import job_parser
from google.protobuf import text_format
from ..proto import expresso_pb2
[docs]def validate_dag(schedule_graph):
"""
It validates the attributes of Graph and also looks into the cyclic
dependencies in it. It raises an exception in case of DAG Validation Faliure.
Args:
schedule_graph: ScheduleGraph Protobuf Message Object
"""
pass
[docs]def create_dag(expresso_root=None,project_path=None):
"""
It creates a Schedule Graph Object which consists of Job's execution related information.
Args:
expresso_root (str): Path of expresso's installation location. Mostly it is '/usr/share/expresso'
project_path (str): Path of the project folder. It consists of job related subfolders in it.
Returns:
schedule_graph (protobuf msg): Parsed Protobuf message capturing all jobs in
project with its dependency.
"""
schedule_graph=expresso_pb2.ScheduleGraph()
project_name=project_path.strip().split('/')[-1];
if project_name == '':
raise Exception('Project path is not present')
schedule_graph.name=project_name #Name of project
folder_list=common.get_folders(project_path)
for elem in folder_list:
schedule_job=expresso_pb2.ScheduleJob()
schedule_job.name=elem
schedule_job.job=job_parser.get_job(expresso_root=expresso_root,
job_config_path=expresso_root+'/'
+elem+'/main.prototxt')
schedule_job.depends_on=schedule_job.job.depends_on
validate_dag(schedule_graph)
return schedule_graph
[docs]def graph_to_json(schedule_graph):
"""
Args:
schedule_graph: ScheduleGraph Protobuf Message Object
Returns:
schedule_graph_json: ScheduleGraph's JSON object
"""
print schedule_graph
#graph_to_json()


'We won’t be stopped!': Celtic fans target Europa League trophy after historic table-topping performance
by James CopleyCeltic defeated Rennes 3-1 last night to top Group E and advance to the last 32 in the Europa League last night.
Neil Lennon's side are now unbeaten in five Europa League games and top the group with a game still left to play, meaning Celtic will avoid the Champions League dropouts in the next round.
Ex-St Mirren and Sunderland loanee Lewis Morgan's second Celtic goal and a Ryan Christie strike catapulted the hosts into a commanding half-time lead before Mikey Johnston added to the tally with a superb one-two finish.
Adrien Hunou's glancing header provided a late consolation for the French side but that did nothing to dampen Celtic fans' spirits, with scores of fans taking to Twitter to express their delight at their team.
@Dec92316: "When was the last time 3 Scottish players scored for Celtic in a European game?"
@carol2244m: "Best team in Scotland by far."
@14__morrow: "We are Glasgow Celtic and we won’t be stopped."
@hughie3266: "Absolutely fantastic now sort things out with the GB so we can get back to being 1 big happy Celtic family."
@Andygall1: "Is this not one of Celtic's best performances in the Europa league if not the best?"
@dpdjp90: "Fantastic. Congratulations to Neil and the players. Exemplary season so far. Trophy number 1 incoming..."
@buff_egan: "Best Celtic team in Europe. Since the times of Larrson."
@hctelfih: "We’re actually winning the entire competition."
@67shadesofgreen: "Delighted for Lewis Morgan!"
@ChrisStewartCS: "Never thought I’d see the day a Celtic team could take their foot off the gas in Europe so they could stay fresh for Ross County. What a time to be alive!"
@StateAidLoon: "Delighted for Morgan, the boy put a shift in the night."


SensePi is available with either a narrow or wide Field of View (FoV) lens. Use the narrow angle lens to get a shot of an animal right in front of the unit with the best in class range. Want to get a sequence of pictures or a video of an animal entering the frame? Get the wide angle SensePi.
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With gokrazy, you can deploy your Go programs as appliances to a Raspberry Pi or PC (→ supported platforms).
For a long time, we were unhappy about having to spend so much time on each of our various Raspberry Pis, taking care of security updates and other general Linux distribution maintenance.
Then, we had a crazy idea: what if we massively reduced the overall system complexity by getting rid of all software we don’t strictly need, and instead built up a minimal system from scratch entirely in Go, a memory safe programming language?
Turns out this is feasible. gokrazy is the result. See it in action in this first installation demo video:
What’s appealing about building an appliance entirely in Go? You get the same advantages you get when building Go software elsewhere:
gok run
command allows for a fast
edit-run loop.On a regular Linux distribution, we’d largely use systemctl’s start, stop, restart and status verbs to manage our applications. gokrazy comes with a convenient web interface for seeing process status and stopping/restarting processes.
Sometimes, an interactive busybox
session or a quick
tcpdump
run are invaluable. breakglass allows
you to temporarily enable SSH/SCP-based authenticated remote code
execution: scp your statically compiled binary, then run it
interactively via ssh.
Due to no C runtime environment being present, your code must compile
with the environment variable CGO_ENABLED=0
. To
cross-compile for the Raspberry Pi 3 or 4,
use GOARCH=arm64
. If your program still builds, you’re
good to go!
After building a new gokrazy image on your computer, you can easily
update an existing gokrazy installation in-place thanks to the A/B
partitioning scheme we use. Just use the gok update
command.
A tiny amount of configuration is built into the images (e.g. hostname, password, serial console behavior). In general, we prefer auto-configuration (e.g. DHCP) over config files. If you need more configurability, you may need to replace some of our programs.


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as an argument in memoize
(#998)auto
dependency checking fails (#994)pause
in queue
with concurrency enabled (#946)while
and until
now pass the final result to callback (#963)auto
will properly handle concurrency when there is no callback (#966)auto
will now properly stop execution when an error occurs (#988, #993)transform
, analogous to _.transform
(#892)map
now returns an object when an object is passed in, rather than array with non-numeric keys. map
will begin always returning an array with numeric indexes in the next major release. (#873)auto
now accepts an optional concurrency
argument to limit the number of running tasks (#637)queue#workersList()
, to retrieve the list of currently running tasks. (#891)detectLimit
method (#866)asyncify
now supports promises (#840)Limit
versions of filter
and reject
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versions of detect
, some
and every
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and detect
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now gets called with arguments from iterator (#824)New Features:
constant
asyncify
/wrapSync
for making sync functions work with callbacks. (#671, #806)during
and doDuring
, which are like whilst
with an async truth test. (#800)retry
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parameter to specify a delay between retries. (#793)async
should work better in Web Workers due to better root
detection (#804)whilst
, doWhilst
, until
, and doUntil
(#642)Bug Fixes:
cargo
now exposes the payload
size, and cargo.payload
can be changed on the fly after the cargo
is created. (#740, #744, #783)Bug Fix:
eachSeries
with a 1-element array. Before 1.1.0, eachSeries
's callback was called on the same tick, which this patch restores. In 2.0.0, it will be called on the next tick. (#782)New Features:
timesLimit
(#743)concurrency
can be changed after initialization in queue
by setting q.concurrency
. The new concurrency will be reflected the next time a task is processed. (#747, #772)Bug Fixes:
each
and family with empty arrays that have additional properties. (#775, #777)Bug Fix:
eachSeries
with a 1-element array. Before 1.1.0, eachSeries
's callback was called on the same tick, which this patch restores. In 2.0.0, it will be called on the next tick. (#782) New Features:
cargo
now supports all of the same methods and event callbacks as queue
.ensureAsync
- A wrapper that ensures an async function calls its callback on a later tick. (#769)map
, eachOf
, and waterfall
families of functionsnull
or undefined
array to map
, each
, parallel
and families will be treated as an empty array (#667).compose
and seq
. (#618)nyc
and coveralls
(#768)Bug Fixes:
forever
will no longer stack overflow with a synchronous iterator (#622)eachLimit
and other limit functions will stop iterating once an error occurs (#754)null
in callbacks when there is no error (#439)drain()
after pushing an empty data set to a queue (#668)each
and family will properly handle an empty array (#578)eachSeries
and family will finish if the underlying array is modified during execution (#557)queue
will throw if a non-function is passed to q.push()
(#593)No known breaking changes, we are simply complying with semver from here on out.
Changes:
forEachOf
for iterating over Objects (or to iterate Arrays with indexes available) (#168 #704 #321)auto
(#663)0
(#714)queue.resume()
(#758)setImmediate
(#609 #611)_each
, _map
and _keys
functions.


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Week Two - Proposal
Momentary Madness
For the 1st Project Proposal, I started my process with brainstorming all the ideas that I'm passionate about or feel strongly towards, and wanted to represent in a political, social, or personal manner in order to depict time.
I settled towards focusing on something extremely personal: anxiety. In today's world, everyone is exposed to a wide range of stress factors. From the moment we wake up to the sound of the ever annoying alarm clock, our thoughts and fears come rushing in regarding our day. Suddenly, we're stuck in traffic on our way to work/study, are faced with extremely demanding work loads, our responsibilities demanding our constant attention, and just when we think we can't take it anymore, our worst fears and anxieties come rushing in.
Keeping those moments of panic into consideration, I thought it would be interesting to explore the exact moment the fear of failure starts to creep in.
For example, taking all the symptoms of a panic attack and merging them into an animation that seeks to make sense of the panic. A visualization of the madness that is a combination of rapid breathing, heart palpitations, blurry vision, to name a few, and merge them into a synchronized almost melodious motion graphic.
Below are some images of my brainstorming process plus an image describing my proposed process for the animation. I also attached a few images as part of my "mood board" in order to help show how sounds such as rapid breathing or vibrations resulting from heart palpitations could be visualized.
Needless to say, I'm extremely excited about this Project, and really looking forward to try and illustrate the "Moment of Madness" as something soothing and maybe even harmonious.
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There are four separate components:
HMMemitter is an abstract class. The actual emitter class used in a specific HMM must be an extension of HMMemitter. Two such extensions are currently implemented, BasicHMMemitter and WordFeatureHMMemitter.
Every state has a name. Every HMM should have a state named "start" and a state named "end". The HMM always begins in the start state, and always ends in the end state. The start and end states do not emit tokens; therefore, a sequence of n+2 states, including the start and end states, generates a sequence of n tokens.
An example of a simple file which matches a sequence of "oink"s and "quacks" is:
STATE start
ARC TO middle
STATE middle
EMIT quack 1
EMIT oink 2
ARC TO middle 2
ARC TO end 1
STATE end
HMM h = new HMM();The latter approach is particularly useful for large, regular HMMs, such as ergodic HMMs.
HMMstate start = new HMMstate("start", "", BasicHMMemitter.class);
start.addArc( new HMMarc("middle", 0));
h.addState(start);
HMMstate middle = new HMMstate("middle", "personTag", BasicHMMemitter.class);
middle.addArc(new HMMarc("middle",0));
middle.addArc(new HMMarc("end", 0));
h.addState(middle);
HMMstate end = new HMMstate("end", "", BasicHMMemitter.class);
h.addState(end);
h.resolveNames();
One of the properties of an HMMstate is its tag. The tag is used to establish the correspondence between the HMM state and the annotations; all states with the same tag are considered equivalent for annotation purposes. (In simple cases, we will set the tag of a state equal to its name, but having names and tags separate allows for greater flexibility.)
The most important property of an HMMannotator is its tagTable. The tag table is of type String[][4]. Each row of the tag table is a quadruple:
{annotation-type, annotation-attribute, annotation-value, tag}This row says that tag tag corresponds to having an annotation of type annotation-type with attribute annotation-attribute with value annotation-value. For example,
{"namex", "type", "person", "personTag"}indicates that the state with tag personTag corresponds to an annotation on the document of <namex type=person> ... </namex>. This means that, if we analyze a document with an HMM, and in the most likely analysis the word "Anastasia" is matched by state "middle" which has tag "middleTag", then we will add an annotation <namex type=person>Anastasia</namex>. The tag table can be read from a file, one row per line, by the readTagTable method.
This doesn't completely define the correspondence, however. Suppose the document contains the words "Albert Anastasia", and both tokens "Albert" and "Anastasia" are matched by the same state, with tag middleTag. Should we generate one namex annotation covering both words, or two separate annotations? If the property annotateEachToken is true, then a separate annotation is produced for each token; this is appropriate, for example, for part-of-speech tagging, where each token should be separately tagged. If this property is false, then a single annotation is generated for one or more consecutive states with the same tag; this is appropriate whenever we need to tag multi-token items.
This is not quite sufficient, because we may have two consecutive multi-word names, as in the sentence "By accident, I called Albert Anastasia Fred Smith.", which we would like to annotate as "By accident, I called <namex type=person>Albert Anastasia</namex> <namex type=person>Fred Smith</namex>." To handle such cases, we must distinguish the state which start a person name from the state which continues a person name. This is done with the BItag property. If BItag is false, correspondences are as previously described. If BItag is true, and the tag table is as given above, then the state corresponding to the first token of a name must have tag B-personTag, while the state corresponding to the continuation of a name must have tag I-personTag.
To build an annotator based on an HMM, we first create the HMM (as described in the previous section),
HMM h = new HMM();then create an annotator using this HMM,
HMMannotator annotator = new HMMannotator (h);and finally set the properties of this annotator, using
annnotator.setTagTable (...)or
annotator.readTagTable (...)
Jet.Tipster.Collection col = new Jet.Tipster.Collection(...);HMMannotator.train applies the HMM separately to each sentence (sequence of tokens marked with an S annotation) in the document. This can be changed by using the zoneToTag property of the annotator.
annotator.train (col);
h.computeProbabilities();


Responsive Menu With Children
This demo includes support for child pages (one level deep). This approach can be used if both the parent page and the child pages are links to separate pages. In this example the desktop sub menu is displayed on hover.
Note this uses JQuery to toggle sub pages on mobile but it will work still function with JavaScript disabled. Yey progressive enhancement.
Readme for usage and support.
Or take a look at some really cute kittensVersion History
- Version 2.2 Reworking the demo3 CSS/JQuery
- Version 2.1 Added SVG Support, fixed menu height bug and added variables to menu.js
- Version 2.0 Restructured CSS and added support for child pages
- Version 1.2.1 Added bug fix for older Android browser pre 4.3
- Version 1.2 Added function to force close the menu after clicking a menu link.
- Version 1.1 removed CSS transation because of lag and fixed menu to be hidden on refresh with JQuery
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#include <SetRecordReliablePdu.h>
Public Member Functions | |
| SetRecordReliablePdu () | |
| virtual | ~SetRecordReliablePdu () |
| virtual void | marshal (DataStream &dataStream) const |
| virtual void | unmarshal (DataStream &dataStream) |
| unsigned int | getRequestID () const |
| void | setRequestID (unsigned int pX) |
| unsigned char | getRequiredReliabilityService () const |
| void | setRequiredReliabilityService (unsigned char pX) |
| unsigned short | getPad1 () const |
| void | setPad1 (unsigned short pX) |
| unsigned char | getPad2 () const |
| void | setPad2 (unsigned char pX) |
| unsigned int | getNumberOfRecordSets () const |
| std::vector< RecordSet > & | getRecordSets () |
| const std::vector< RecordSet > & | getRecordSets () const |
| void | setRecordSets (const std::vector< RecordSet > &pX) |
| virtual int | getMarshalledSize () const |
| bool | operator== (const SetRecordReliablePdu &rhs) const |
Protected Attributes | |
| unsigned int | _requestID |
| unsigned char | _requiredReliabilityService |
| unsigned short | _pad1 |
| unsigned char | _pad2 |
| unsigned int | _numberOfRecordSets |
| std::vector< RecordSet > | _recordSets |
Copyright (c) 2007-2009, MOVES Institute, Naval Postgraduate School. All rights reserved.
| SetRecordReliablePdu::SetRecordReliablePdu | ( | ) |
| SetRecordReliablePdu::~SetRecordReliablePdu | ( | ) | [virtual] |
| int SetRecordReliablePdu::getMarshalledSize | ( | ) | const [virtual] |
Reimplemented from DIS::SimulationManagementWithReliabilityFamilyPdu.
| unsigned int SetRecordReliablePdu::getNumberOfRecordSets | ( | ) | const |
| unsigned short SetRecordReliablePdu::getPad1 | ( | ) | const |
| unsigned char SetRecordReliablePdu::getPad2 | ( | ) | const |
| const std::vector< RecordSet > & SetRecordReliablePdu::getRecordSets | ( | ) | const |
| std::vector< RecordSet > & SetRecordReliablePdu::getRecordSets | ( | ) |
| unsigned int SetRecordReliablePdu::getRequestID | ( | ) | const |
| unsigned char SetRecordReliablePdu::getRequiredReliabilityService | ( | ) | const |
| void SetRecordReliablePdu::marshal | ( | DataStream & | dataStream | ) | const [virtual] |
Reimplemented from DIS::SimulationManagementWithReliabilityFamilyPdu.
| bool SetRecordReliablePdu::operator== | ( | const SetRecordReliablePdu & | rhs | ) | const |
| void SetRecordReliablePdu::setPad1 | ( | unsigned short | pX | ) |
| void SetRecordReliablePdu::setPad2 | ( | unsigned char | pX | ) |
| void SetRecordReliablePdu::setRecordSets | ( | const std::vector< RecordSet > & | pX | ) |
| void SetRecordReliablePdu::setRequestID | ( | unsigned int | pX | ) |
| void SetRecordReliablePdu::setRequiredReliabilityService | ( | unsigned char | pX | ) |
| void SetRecordReliablePdu::unmarshal | ( | DataStream & | dataStream | ) | [virtual] |
Reimplemented from DIS::SimulationManagementWithReliabilityFamilyPdu.
unsigned int DIS::SetRecordReliablePdu::_numberOfRecordSets [protected] |
Number of record sets in list
unsigned short DIS::SetRecordReliablePdu::_pad1 [protected] |
padding. The spec is unclear and contradictory here.
unsigned char DIS::SetRecordReliablePdu::_pad2 [protected] |
padding
std::vector<RecordSet> DIS::SetRecordReliablePdu::_recordSets [protected] |
record sets
unsigned int DIS::SetRecordReliablePdu::_requestID [protected] |
request ID
unsigned char DIS::SetRecordReliablePdu::_requiredReliabilityService [protected] |
level of reliability service used for this transaction


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THE BIG HIT (1998)
Directed by Kirk Wong Starring Mark Wahlberg, Lou Diamond-Phillips, Christina Applegate.
review by Kevin Troy
absolute zero out of four possible stars (the money scale: don't go see it even if it's free)
_The Big Hit_ is absolutely awful. It's supposed to be a spoof of Hong Kong shoot-em-up movies like _The Killer_, only it's not funny, and the action scenes are boring.
Here's an example of the movie's humor: it opens with Melvin (Marky Mark) helping a friend out by storing a dead man, contained in two garbage bags, while this friend goes out of town for the weekend. They're hitmen, you see. It's supposed to remind you of Marvin in _Pulp Fiction_, only it's neither funny, gross, nor bizarre. An extended scene follows wherein Melvin drops the corpse off at his girlfriend's. There's a lot of "they're so casual around corpses" jokes, none of which work.
Here's an example of the action: a hit scene in a hotel, wherein the hotshot pro killers Melvin works with turn out to be the three stooges (only not funny). There's lots of Executive Producer John Woo ballet gunfight attempts, but it really doesn't stack up. The cinematographer uses so many effects that you just get lost. It's a nice scene, but it doesn't measure up to recent displays of this action style, such as _Replacement Killers_ or _Face/Off_, nor does it come close to a similarly plotted hit at the beginning of _The Professional_.
The other action scenes in the movie don't make use of the special effects in the first one, which is fine, but they're also very boring.
Characters seem to be motivated by a perverse sense of camp possessed by director Kirk Wong and screenwriter Ben Ramsey. For example, an early scene has the kidnapee-- did I mention this is a kidnapping spoof? except it's not funny?-- mouthing off to the bumbling hitmen who have captured her. She's not scared, even when one of the professionals waves a gun around like he's never held one. Another scene has Lou Diamond-Philips talking at cross-purposes with his boss-- it would be funny, except it's so unrealistic that you can see the screenwriter saying, "It'll be funny because...!"
Racial stereotype jokes, of the "it's so obviously a self-parody of stereotypes, it has to be funny!" sort are not funny, especially in this movie. _Flirting with Disaster_, maybe, but not here.

The soundtrack beats your ears like a Spew sampler version of the _Amistad_ score.
Aerial cinematography is bumpy. They probably thought it would add a hip, bouncy tone to the various aerial transition scenes, but it just looks like the poor guy didn't know how to shoot.
The color schemes seem to be lifted from a Joel Schumacher Batman flick. They aren't funny, either.
_The Big Hit_ is so bad that its badness extends beyond the theater and into everyday human relations. If anyone you know recommends you see this movie, even on video or something, do not trust this person with your wallet, children, or personal information. If your dentist mentions this movie while cleaning your teeth, go to the other side of town for that filling. Please, believe me. If you want a hip, witty contract-killer movie, go see _Gross Point Blank_ or _The Professional_.
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US, China trade talks to continue Friday: US commerce chief
WASHINGTON: US-China trade talks are set to continue with a telephone call on Friday (Nov 15) as both sides seek to hammer out a phase one trade pact, US Commerce Secretary Wilbur Ross said, adding that progress was being made on the agreement's details.
Ross, in an interview on Fox Business Network, also said there was a very high probability that the United States would reach a final agreement on a phase one trade deal with China.
But, he added that it was unclear when the initial agreement would be finalised after a potential deadline this month evaporated with the cancellation of an international summit in Chile and with upcoming US tariffs on Chinese imports looming next month.
"We're down to the last details now," Ross said.
More US tariffs on imported Chinese goods are set to go into effect Dec 15. Asked if the goal was to get a deal before then, Ross did not say.
"Maybe we get disappointed again now and, if we do, the president has made quite clear he's happy to live with the situation where we impose tariffs," he said, adding that President Donald Trump has not yet indicated any change to the upcoming tariff increase.
"There's plenty of time between now and the 15th," Ross said.


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