Of the sons of Uzziel; Amminadab the chief, and his brethren an hundred and twelve.

Sepia Delft tiles surrounded the fireplace, their crudely drawn Biblical scenes in faded cyclamen blending with the pinkish pine, while above them, instead of a mantelshelf, there was an archway high enough to form a balcony with slender balusters and a tapestry-hung wall behind.

The Krikavas' farm was auctioned off in pieces. . . . Kevin Krikava, 29, now works as a hired hand on another farm.

The fantasies of blood libel that Bosnian Serbs retailed about Bosnian Muslims were the fantasies that Rhinelanders had centuries earlier retailed about the Jews they had murdered.