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To Olga : an appreciation in verse.
No full textPoetic appreciation of Mrs. Olga Hunter, wife of the author. Bound in cream card covers with applied cover label
Kephart the Hunter
No full textThis article, pages 5 to 19, is titled, “Kephart the Hunter.” It appears in the January 1914 issue of The Berea Quarterly. On page 2 is a photograph taken from Kephart’s book “Our Southern Highlanders.” Horace Kephart (1862-1931) was a noted naturalist, woodsman, journalist, and author. In 1904, he left St. Louis and permanently moved to western North Carolina. Living and working in a cabin on Hazel Creek in Swain County, Kephart began to document life in the Great Smoky Mountains. “Our Southern Highlanders” was first published in 1913 and revised in 1922
Single I would be and single I'd remain,
No full textvoiceCollected by Max Hunter (H—10)
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by D. J. Ingenthron
Forsyth, Missouri
July 15, 1958
Reel 253-54, Item 5
The Drunken Man
(I Wish I Mas a Single Girl Again)
A drunken man leads a l i fe of his own,
And who could it be but a drunkard alone,
And it's Oh, I wish I was a single girl again.
Chorus:
Single I would be and single I'd remain,
I'd never be controlled by a drunkard again,
And it's Oh, I wish I was a single girl again.
Three little childred I must entertain,
And not n'ery one big enough to do a thing,
And it's Oh, I wish I was a single girl again.
(Chorus)
To card and to spin is obliged to be done,
Sweep out the house and go to the spring,
And it's Oh, I wish I was a single girl again.
(Chorus)
From midnight to morning the drunkard comes home;
He comes to your bed with a curse and a damn,
And wish you all dead and he had another dram.
And it's Oh, I wish I was a single girl again.
(Chorus)Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
A drunken man leads a life of his own
No full textvoiceCollected by Max Hunter (H—10)
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by D. J. Ingenthron
Forsyth, Missouri
July 15, 1958
Reel 253-54, Item 5
The Drunken Man
(I Wish I Mas a Single Girl Again)
A drunken man leads a l i fe of his own,
And who could it be but a drunkard alone,
And it's Oh, I wish I was a single girl again.
Chorus:
Single I would be and single I'd remain,
I'd never be controlled by a drunkard again,
And it's Oh, I wish I was a single girl again.
Three little childred I must entertain,
And not n'ery one big enough to do a thing,
And it's Oh, I wish I was a single girl again.
(Chorus)
To card and to spin is obliged to be done,
Sweep out the house and go to the spring,
And it's Oh, I wish I was a single girl again.
(Chorus)
From midnight to morning the drunkard comes home;
He comes to your bed with a curse and a damn,
And wish you all dead and he had another dram.
And it's Oh, I wish I was a single girl again.
(Chorus)Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
Applicability of Phase-Function Normalization Techniques for Radiation Transfer Computation
No full textThe applicability of recently-developed four phase-function (PF) normalization techniques for modeling radiation transfer in strongly anisotropic scattering media is intensively examined using the discrete-ordinate method. The three simple techniques via normalization of only the forward- and/or backward-scattering directions were shown to reduce normalization complexity whilst retaining diffuse radiation computation accuracy for Henyey-Greenstein (HG) PFs. For Legendre PFs, however, such simple techniques are found to result in unphysical negative PF value at one or few correction direction in some cases. Additionally, negative PF values can occur for these simple techniques for ballistic radiation transfer for both HG and Legendre PF types. If negative-intensity correction is applied, however, radiative heat transfer calculation can still converge regardless of the appearance of negative PF values. The relatively complex Hunter and Guo 2012 technique, in which normalization is realized through a correction matrix covering all discrete directions, is shown to be applicable for diffuse and ballistic radiation for both PF types.Peer reviewed
Trips in the Smokies 1929
No full text“Trips in the Smokies” is a 4-page brochure written by Horace Kephart (1862-1931), author of “Camping and Woodcraft” (1906) and “Our Southern Highlanders” (1913). In this 2-page essay, Kephart provides advice about traveling into the Great Smoky Mountains. He notes that the region is not yet well mapped and suggests traveling with a guide. He suggests times to travel, routes to take, and lists camping equipment to take along. The brochure was the personal property of Kephart and was stamped as such, before being transferred to Hunter Library
Down by the shores of the sounding sea
No full textvoiceCollected by Max Hunter (H-10)
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by D. J. Ingenthron
Forsythe, Missouri
July 15, 1958
Reel 253-54, Item 4
Lily Lee
Down by the shores of the sounding sea
Was the humble home of my Lily Lee,
And over the deep and the far away
Was a sailor lover, bright and gay.
To gather diamonds, to gather gold,
Over the waters so clear and cold,
His future to God he dare not trust,
But he wanted it down in golden dust.
So with a kiss and a parting thrill,
He changed his heart to an iron drill;
He bent his back to an oaken oar,
And he sailed away from the sounding shore.
He sailed away, away, away,
Farther, father, day by day,
Thinking only of his diamonds and gold,
And all the joys they'd bring him when he got old.
She stood on the bank with a quivering lip;
She watched and she wept for the sailing ship;
She watched and she sighed till it faded away
Into a bank of desolate gray.
He sailed away, away, away,
Farther, farther, day by day.
Oftimes in visions dreamed at night,
He say a terrible ghastly light,
A coffin floating about on the sea,
And on it the name of Lily Lee.
But why need such vision, trouble in mind,
When safe she's walking the shore behind?
It never could have been such misfortune or mistake
That corpses would have been in such a state.
Lily Lee (Cont'd)
Reel 253- 54, Item 4 (Cont'd)
After many long years of tossing about,
This good old ship takes a homeward route,
Saying nothing about the infant glee,
But I'm bound for the home of my Lily Lee.
Once more again the strife is o'er,
For rich he steps on the sounding shore;
He soars away to his love's cot,
But he finds it alone in a desolate spot.
The stones of the wall was scattered and black,
The door off the hinges, roof all rack;
The owl and the bat wing swift by near,
With a hooting and screeching, not here, not here.
Pleasant churchyard lying in his way,
All covered with flowers in the month of May;
Just twenty graves he'd already passed,
When suddenly stopped with an eye on gaze.
He fell to his knees with a hollowing mourn
As he saw one name on a marble stone.
He wiped his eyes from a single tear,
But still those letters, they were there;
He read them again , but what could he see
But sweet remembrance of Lily Lee?Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
James H. Cathey Author of "Genesis of Lincoln"
No full textThis undated photograph showing James H. Cathey (1866-1929) is part of the William E. Bird Collection. On the back of the photograph is written “James H Cathey Senator from Jackson, Transylvania, Haywood, Swain. Author of ‘Genesis of Lincoln.’” William Ernest Bird (1890-1975) was born in the Qualla community of Jackson County, NC. Bird served Western Carolina University in various capacities during his long career. Bird’s roles at WCU included head of the English Department, Dean of Men, Acting President, and President. In 1963, he published The History of Western Carolina College: The Progress of an Idea. He was married to Myrtle Wells (1891-1983)
When I was a cowboy I rode upon the line;
No full textvoiceCollected by Max Hunter (H-10)
For Mary C. Parler
Transcribed by Frances Majors
Sung by D. J. Ingenthron
Forsyth, Missouri
July 15, 1958
Reel 253-54, Item 6
Huntsville Jail
When I was a cowboy
I rode upon the line;
I always coined the money,
But I didn't dress so fine.
I rode upon the prairies;
I learned to rob and steal,
And when I'd rob a fellow,
How jolly I would feel.
I wore a broad brimmed high hat,
Rode horse and saddle fine,
And when I courted a pretty girl,
I always called her mine.
I courted them for beauty,
For love was all in vain,
Till they took me down to Huntsville
To wear the ball and chain.
The other night while sleeping,
I had a pleasant dream;
I dreamed I was in Texas
Down by a running stream.
But my true love was beside me,
She's there to go my bail,
And I woke up broken-hearted
Down in the county jail.
In stepped the jailer
About eleven o'clock,
A bunch of keys a-carrying,
My cell door to unlock.
Cheer-up, down-hearted cowboy,
I heard those judges say
That you would go to Huntsville
For ten long years to stay.
The Huntsville Jail (Cont'd)
Reel 253-54, Item 6 (Cont'd)
But in stepped my true love,
Ten dollars in her hand;
Says, give this to my Willie Boy,
That's all that I command.
Says, take this, darling, with you,
And think of olden times,
And don't forget the pretty girl
You left so far behind.
Heaven may smile upon you
Whereever you may be,
And lightening strike the jury
That taken you from me.Funding for digitization provided by the Arkansas Humanities Council and the Happy Hollow Foundation
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