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The Ghost of Mohammed Din
The Ghost of Mohammed Din (1910)
by Clark Ashton Smith
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18937The Ghost of Mohammed DinClark Ashton Smith1910
"I'll wager a hundred rupees that you won't stay there over-night," said Nicholson.
It was late in the afternoon, and we were seated on the veranda of my friend's bungalow in the Begum suburb at Hyderabad. Our conversation had turned to ghosts, on which subject I was, at the time, rather skeptical, and Nicholson, after relating a number of blood-curdling stories, had finished by remarking that a nearby house, which was said to be haunted, would give me an excellent chance to put the matter to the test.
"Done!" I answered, laughing.
"It's no joking matter," said my friend, seriously. "However, if you really wish to encounter the ghost, I can easily secure you the necessary permission. The house, a six-roomed bungalow, owned by one Yussuf Ali Borah, is tenanted only by the spirit who appears to regard it as his exclusive property.
"Two years ago it was occupied by a Moslem merchant named Mohammed Din, and his family and servants. One morning they found the merchant dead — stabbed through the heart, and no trace of his murderer, whose identity still remains unrevealed.
"Mohammed Din's people left, and the place was let to a Parsee up from Bombay on business. He vacated the premises abruptly about midnight, and told a wild tale the next morning of having encountered a number of disembodied spirits, describing the chief one as Mohammed Din.
"Several other people took the place in turn, but their occupancy was generally of short duration. All told tales similar to the Parsee's. Gradually it acquired a bad reputation, and the finding of tenants became impossible."
"Have you ever seen the ghost yourself ?" I asked.
"Yes; I spent a night, or rather part of one, there, for I went out of the window about one o'clock. My nerves were not strong enough to stand it any longer. I wouldn't enter the place again for almost any sum of money."
Nicholson's story only confirmed my intention of occupying the haunted house. Armed with a firm disbelief in the supernatural, and a still firmer intention to prove it all rot, I felt myself equal to all the ghosts, native and otherwise, in India. Of my ability to solve the mystery, if there were any, I was quite assured.
"My friend," said Nicholson to Yussuf Ali Borah an hour later, "wishes to spend a night in your haunted bungalow."
The person addressed, a fat little Moslem gentleman, looked at me curiously.
"The house is at your service, Sahib," he said, "I presume that Nicholson Sahib has told you the experiences of the previous tenants ?"
I replied that he had. "If the whole thing is not a trumped-up story, there is doubtless some trickery afoot," said I, "and I warn you that the trickster will not come off unharmed. I have a loaded revolver, and shall not hesitate to use it if I meet any disembodied spirits."
Yussuf's only answer was to shrug his shoulders.
He gave us the keys, and we set out for the bungalow, which was only a few minutes' walk distant. Night had fallen when we reached it. Nicholson unlocked the door and we entered, and lighting a lamp I had brought with me, set out on a tour of inspection. The furniture consisted chiefly of two charpoys, three tabourets, an old divan quite innocent of cushions, a broken punkah, a three-legged chair and a dilapidated rug. Everything was covered with dust; the shutters rattled disconsolately, and all the doors creaked. The other rooms were meagrely furnished. I could hear rats running about in the dark. There was a compound adjoining, filled with rank reed and a solitary pipal tree. Nicholson said that the ghost generally appeared in one of the rooms opening upon it, and this I selected as the one in which to spend the night. It was a fitting place for ghosts to haunt. The ceiling sagged listlessly, and the one charpoy which it contained had a wobbly look.
"Sleep well," said Nicholson. "You will find the atmosphere of this spirit-ridden place most conducive to slumber."
"Rats!" said I.
"Yes, there are plenty of rats here," he answered as he went out.
Placing the lamp on a tabouret, I lay down, with some misgivings as to its stability, on the charpoy. Happily, these proved unfounded, and laying my revolver close at hand, I took out a newspaper and began to read.
Several hours passed and nothing unusual happened. The ghost failed to materialize, and about eleven, with my fine skepticism greatly strengthened, and feeling a trifle ashamed concerning the hundred rupees which my friend would have to hand over the next morning, I lay down and tried to go to sleep. I had no doubt that my threat about the revolver to Yussuf Ali Borah had checked any plans for scaring me that might have been entertained.
Scarcely were my eyes closed when all the doors and windows, which had been creaking and rattling all evening, took on renewed activity. A light breeze had sprung up, and one shutter, which hung only by a single hinge, began to drum a tune on the wall. The rats scuttled about with redoubled energy, and a particularly industrious fellow gnawed something in the further corner for about an hour. It was manifestly impossible to sleep. I seemed to hear whisperings in the air, and once thought that I detected faint footsteps going and coming through the empty rooms. A vague feeling of eeriness crept upon me, and it required a very strong mental effort to convince myself that these sounds were entirely due to imagination.
Finally the breeze died down, the loose shutter ceased to bang, the rat stopped gnawing, and comparative quiet being restored, I fell asleep. Two hours later I woke, and taking out my watch, saw, though the lamp had begun to burn dimly, that the hands pointed to two o'clock. I was about to turn over, when again I heard the mysterious footsteps, this time quite audibly. They seemed to approach my room, but when I judged them to be in the next apartment, ceased abruptly. I waited five minutes in a dead silence, with my nerves on edge and my scalp tingling.
Then I became aware that there was something between me and the opposite wall. At first it was a dim shadow, but as I watched, it darkened into a body. A sort of phosphorescent light emanated from it, surrounding it with pale radiance.
The lamp flared up and went out, but the figure was still visible. It was that of a tall native dressed in flowing white robes and a blue turban. He wore a bushy beard and had eyes like burning coals of fire. His gaze was directed intently upon me, and I felt cold shivers running up and down my spine. I wanted to shriek, but my tongue seemed glued to the roof of my mouth. The figure stepped forward and I noticed that the robe was red at the breast as though with blood.
This, then, was the ghost of Mohammed Din. Nicholson's story was true, and for a moment my conviction that the supernatural was all nonsense went completely to pieces. Only momentarily, however, for I remembered that I had a revolver, and the thought gave me courage. Perhaps it was a trick after all, and anger arose in me, and a resolve not to let the trickster escape unscathed.
I raised the weapon with a quick movement and fired. The figure being not over five paces distant, it was impossible to miss, but when the smoke had cleared it had not changed its position.
It began to advance, making no sound, and in a few moments was beside the charpoy. With one remaining vestige of courage I raised my revolver and pulled the trigger three times in succession, but without visible effect. I hurled the weapon at the figure's head, and heard it crash against the opposite wall an instant later. The apparition, though visible, was without tangibility.
Now it began to disappear. Very slowly at first it faded, then more rapidly until I could make out only the bare outlines. Another instant and all was gone but the outline of one hand, which hung motionless in the air. I got up and made a step towards it, then stopped abruptly, for the outlines again began to fill in, the hand to darken and solidify. Now I noticed something I had not before seen — a heavy gold ring set with some green gem, probably an emerald, appeared to be on the middle finger.
The hand began to move slowly past me towards the door opening into the next apartment. Lighting the lamp, I followed, all fear being thrown aside and desiring to find the explanation of the phenomenon. I could hear faint footfalls beneath the hand, as though the owner, though invisible, were still present. I followed it through the adjoining apartment and into the next, where it again stopped and hung motionless. One finger was pointed toward the further corner, where stood a tabouret, or stand.
Impelled, I think, by some force other than my own volition, I went over and lifting the tabouret, found a small wooden box, covered with dust, beneath.
Turning about I saw that the hand had disappeared.
Taking the box with me, I returned to my room. The thing was made of very hard wood and in size was perhaps ten inches in length by eight in width and four in height. It was light, and the contents rustled when I shook it. I guessed them to be letters or papers, but having nothing to pry the box open with, I concluded to wait until morning before trying to.
Strange as it may seem I soon fell asleep. You would naturally think that a man would not feel inclined to slumber immediately after encountering a disembodied spirit. I can give no explanation of it.
The sun was streaming through the window when I awoke, and so cheerful and matter-of-fact was the broad daylight that I wondered if the events of the night were not all a dream. The presence of the box, however, convinced me that they were not.
Nicholson came in and appeared much surprised and a trifle discomfited to find me still in possession.
"Well," he inquired, "what happened? What did you see ?"
I told him what had occurred and produced the box as proof.
An hour afterwards, Nicholson, with a short native sword and considerable profanity, was trying to pry the thing open. He finally succeeded. Within were a number of closely-written sheets of paper and some letters, most of which were addressed to Mohammed Din.
The papers were mostly in the form of memoranda and business accounts such as would be made by a merchant. They were written in execrable Urdu, hopelessly jumbled together, and though all were dated, it was no small task to sort them out. The letters were mostly regarding business affairs, but several, which were written in a very fair hand, were from a cousin of Mohammed Din's, one Ali Bagh, an Agra horse-trader. These, too, with one exception, were commonplace enough. Nicholson knitted his brows as he read it, and then handed it to me. The greater part, being of little interest, has escaped my memory, but I recollect that the last paragraph ran thus:
"I do not understand how you came by the knowledge, nor why you wish to use it to ruin me. It is all true. If you have any love for me, forbear."
"What does that mean ?" asked Nicholson. "What secret did Mohammed Din possess that he could have used to ruin his cousin ?"
We went through the memoranda carefully, and near the bottom found the following, dated April 21, 1881, according to our notation:
"To-day I found the letters which I have long been seeking. They are ample proof of what I have long known, but have hitherto been unable to substantiate, that Ali Bagh is a counterfeiter, the chief of a large band. I have but to turn them over to the police, and he will be dragged away to jail, there to serve a term of many years. It will be good revenge — part compensation, at least, for the injuries he has done me.
"That explains Ali Bagh's letter," said Nicholson. "Mohammed Din was boastful enough to write to him, telling him that he knew of his guilt and intended to prove it."
Next were several sheets in a different hand and signed "Mallek Khan." Mallek Khan, it seemed, was a friend of Ali Bagh's, and the sheets were in the form of a letter. But being without fold, it was quite evident they had not been posted.
The communication related to certain counterfeiting schemes, and the names of a number of men implicated appeared. This, plainly, was the proof alluded to by Mohammed Din, and which he had threatened his cousin to turn over to the police.
There was nothing else of interest save the following in Mohammed Din's hand, dated April 17th, 1881:
"To-morrow I shall give the papers to the authorities. I have delayed too long, and was very foolish to write to Ali Bagh.
"I passed a man in the street today who bore a resemblance to my cousin. . . . I could not be sure . . . But if he is here, then may Allah help me, for he will hesitate at nothing. . . ."
What followed was illegible.
"On the night of April 21st," said Nicholson, "Mohammed Din was killed by a person or persons unknown." He paused and then went on: "This Ali Bagh is a man with whom I have had some dealings in horses, and an especially vicious crook it was that he got three hundred rupees out of me for. He has a bad reputation as a horse-dealer, and the Agra police have long been patiently seeking evidence of his implication in several bold counterfeiting schemes. Mallek Khan, one of his accomplices, was arrested, tried and sentenced to fifteen years' imprisonment, but refused to turn State's evidence on Ali Bagh. The police are convinced that Ali Bagh was as much, if not more implicated, than Mallek Khan, but they can do nothing for lack of proof. The turning over of these papers, however, as poor Mohammed Din would have done had he lived, will lead to his arrest and conviction.
"It was Ali Bagh who killed Mohammed Din, I am morally convinced, his motive, of course, being to prevent the disclosure of his guilt. Your extraordinary experience last night and the murdered man's papers point to it. Yet we can prove nothing, and your tale would be laughed at in court."
Some blank sheets remained in the bottom of the box, and my friend tilted them out as he spoke. They fluttered to the veranda and something rolled out from amongst them and lay glittering in the sunshine. It was a heavy gold ring set with an emerald — the very same that I had seen upon the apparition's finger several hours before.
A week or so later, as the result of the papers that Nicholson sent to the Agra police, accompanied by an explanatory note, one Ali Bagh, horse-trader, found himself on trial, charged with counterfeiting. It was a very short trial, his character and reputation going badly against him, and it being proven that he was the leader of the gang of which Mallek Khan was thought to be a member, he was sentenced to a somewhat longer term in jail than his accomplice.
This work is in the public domain in the United States because it was published before January 1, 1924.
The author died in 1961, so this work is also in the public domain in countries and areas where the copyright term is the author's life plus 50 years or less. This work may also be in the public domain in countries and areas with longer native copyright terms that apply the rule of the shorter term to foreign works.
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A: In your first relative layout, try removing
android:layout_marginTop="410dp"

and add this
android:layout_gravity="bottom"

Reason : the relative layout takes up the space for the imageview since you have hardcoded layout_marginTop attribute of relative layout

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Mmm..... I had better define myself as semi-regular then, given that I've only been a member for 10 days! But I did bring a friend with me!!
Thanks! Not entirely original but my kids always call me the Scrappazzi when I have my camera out so it just kinda stuck!
so you others aren't regulars then????
hmm does that make me a regular???
Yep certainly a regular here. Just had a busy day today.
So what's all this about then Charm?
I reckon you might be able to call me a regular. Maybe not so much during the last 2 months tho, but hopefully that will improve soon.
That does not make you a regular... i think it makes you a super stalker, if this was a compatition YOU WIN YAY!!!
OOOOOOOOOOO Yes i am a Everydayer!!!!
I'm an irregular regular, does that count?
Treens..... i think we have a serious problem lmao we are on more often then boss lady does this call for scrappers anonymous?????
definatly dont want to give up!!!!!!!!!!!!


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Birmingham Mayor Randall Woodfin, members of the Kiwanis Club of Birmingham and other dignitaries held a ribbon-cutting ceremony for Kiwanis Centennial Park and Kiwanis Vulcan Trail -- two components of a $5.8 million expansion of Vulcan Park and Museum -- on the afternoon of Tuesday, March 20.
The ceremony, attended by about 125 people, began in a cold rain on the north side of Vulcan Park.
The trail is now open, and the park will be open soon, according to a spokesperson at Vulcan.
The project was created to help the Kiwanis Club of Birmingham, formed in 1917, celebrate 100 years of service in the Magic City.
Spearheaded by the 550-plus members of the club, in cooperation with Vulcan Park and Museum and Freshwater Land Trust, the centennial project has three components.
The north side of Vulcan Park, once in disrepair, has been transformed into Kiwanis Centennial Park, a new park and events space with a plaza, fountain and steps leading up to the statue.
Kiwanis Vulcan Trail is a 2.2-mile jogging and biking trail extending to Green Springs Highway.
The third component, a multi-colored light show to be projected onto Vulcan each night, will be complete in August, according to Tom Thagard, the club's immediate past president.
Darlene Negrotto, Vulcan's executive director, stood under a umbrella and offered brief remarks on the new plaza before the ribbon cutting as many attendees huddled in a small tent or under umbrellas.
The north side of the park was once a "warm, inviting place" but was neglected for about 50 years, Negrotto said.
The efforts of the KCB have once again made the area "a beautiful gathering place with connections to the community and a beautiful view" of the Vulcan statue, she said.
Thagard credited Gail Vaughan, Kiwanis Club of Birmingham executive director, for having the idea a few years ago that the club should do some large community project to commemorate its upcoming centennial.
It then took a lot of brainstorming and winnowing through about 40 ideas to arrive at the combination of the Vulcan Trail and the restoration of the north side of Vulcan, according to Thagard.
The project was meant to be "something that would have a major impact on downtown Birmingham both now and in the future," he said.
The members of the club "stepped up unhesitatingly" and donated about $1.6 million in pledges, Thagard said.
They also went into the community and raised another $3.2 million from private and corporate donors, according to Thagard, who said he was "blown away" by the "almost instantaneous" support they received.
He said they have $1 million left to raise for the $5.8 million project.
Thagard reminded attendees that it was the Kiwanis Club that helped create Vulcan Park in the 1930s and moved the statue from the state fairgrounds.
"We have reconnected Vulcan to its WPA roots and to the people of downtown Birmingham," he said, referring to some of the work done at the park during the Depression by the federal Works Progress Administration.
In August, they will unveil the "world-class" light show at Vulcan that will cement the statue as "Birmingham's icon" and help spread the image of a vibrant new Birmingham nationally and internationally, he said.
Libba Vaughan, the executive director of Freshwater Land Trust, said that Vulcan Trail will be the "central backbone" of the 750-mile Red Rock Ridge and Valley Trail System.
She talked about the work that went into putting the trail together and praised the five landowners along the route who helped make it possible.
"They were incredibly enthusiastic and supportive of this trail," Vaughan said.
Vaughan also celebrated the way that the Vulcan Trail and the other trails it connects to in the Red Rock system, as well as other greenspace, will be important to the future of the city in spurring economic development, improving health and attracting and retaining residents.
He noted that parks and greenspace are critical to livability and said that he is proud of the project as a Kiwanian.
And he has another, more basic reason to celebrate the opening of the trail.
"Personally, I look forward to riding my bike, " he said.
Among the other attendees were Birmingham City Council President Valerie Abbott – celebrated by Thagard as a long-time advocate of the trail – as well as council members Darrell O'Quinn and Jay Roberson.


Let the mining begin... what does everyone think of the significance of Princess Irulan's various writings that begin every chapter of the first novel? Later books use quotes from different people and books, but the first one only uses her writings. What do these epigraphs do to the reader and how do they shape the reader's understanding of the chapter that follows each saying?
* "A Child's History of Muad'Dib"
* "The Humanity of Muad'Dib"
* "Collected Sayings of Muad'Dib"
* "In My Father's House"
* "Private Reflections on Muad'Dib"
* "The Wisdom of Muad'Dib"
* "Count Fenring: A Profile"
* "Muad'Dib: The Religious Issues"
* "Muad'Dib: The 99 Wonders of the Universe"
* "Collected Legends Of Arrakis"
Sometimes they have something to do with the proceeding chapter, sometimes the preceeding, sometimes they don't seem to relate chronologically. I do believe they were meant to add to the context of the story, allthough I'm not sure there's any significance that they are all by her in Dune other than another point-of-view as the court historian.
They are all included in the Reading Group, by the way. I'd like to encourage members, while reading, to comment on how the epighraphs relate to each chapter or the story in general, if you please.
Having Irulan write the epigraphs was probably the logical thing to do; same as having most if not all of the epigraphs in God Emperor of Dune by Leto.
It's also interesting to note that the epigraphs, as written by Frank, are interesting, relevant, and a pleasure to read. I always look forward to them whenever I do a re-reading.
The epigraphs, as attempted by Hacky and BoBo, are shallow, meaningless, and puerile. They are a pathetic attempt at sounding important, and they fail on every level.
Freakzilla wrote: Sometimes they have something to do with the proceeding chapter, sometimes the preceeding, sometimes they don't seem to relate chronologically. I do believe they were meant to add to the context of the story, allthough I'm not sure there's any significance that they are all by her in Dune other than another point-of-view as the court historian.
I think they almost never relate chronologically, instead being a commentary to the matter at hand, not exactly about the actions and happenings on the chapter, but about it's allegorical purport.
By chronologically, I meant in order of the chapters, I guess "sequential" would have been a better choice of words.
I always figured other books and historical figures were used in later books because Messiah gave Irulan a chance for active agency in the plot instead of constantly being present only in her writings as means to put Jessica's final point at the end of Dune more weight: How Chani and Jessica would be seen as wives in history and Irulan only arrived in the plot as a means fo Paul's own ambitions. Apologies if these points have already been mentioned, but I feel her passages were mentioned to make the path of Maid'Dib feel more historically 'real', to give it weight in showing he'd shake the foundation of the universe, along with the added emphasis on Chani's larger historical significance.