For miſerie doth braueſt mindes abate, / And make them ſeeke for that they wont to ſcorne, / Of fortune and of hope at once forlorne.

His shadowed eyes prowled the young dancers. These, he said. Psht. He spat. They'll never know. He downed his beer […]

A printed copy of this Declaration of Independency came accidentally to our hands a few days after the dispatch of the Mercury packet, and we have the honor to enclose it.

Somewhat like people in the ancient and medieval world, who imagined semihuman creatures standing between animal life and civilization, modern observers often assume Pygmies are Stone Age relics who exist as social fossils in the deep recesses of the equatorial forests.