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+% This file is public domain.
+%
+% Test double columns with headlines, single-column material, and a
+% \topinsert.
+\ifx\undefined\eplain \input eplain \fi
+%\catcode`@=11
+%\input gcol
+%\catcode`@=12
+
+\gutter = 1pc
+\hyphenation{pour-ed}
+
+\headline = {This is the headline \hfil}
+
+{\center
+ A test file for eplain
+ Karl\footnote\dag{Credit in a footnote. Longer than one column. %
+ Longer longer longer.}
+}
+
+\topinsert
+This should appear at the top of the page, since it's a topinsert. It's
+also longer than one column.
+\endinsert
+
+Here is a six-and-a-half-inch long rule.
+
+\hrule width 6.5in
+
+\doublecolumns
+
+Here the main document starts. It should be in double columns until
+further notice. It's all one paragraph. I am going to use Wuthering
+Heights, as usual. With that concluding word, the whole assembly,
+exalting their pilgrim's staves, rushed round me in a body; and I,
+having no weapon to raise in self-defence, commenced grappling with
+Joseph, my nearest and most ferocious assailant, for his. In the
+confluence of the multitude several clubs crossed; blows aimed at me
+fell on other sconces. Presently the whole chapel resounded with
+rappings and counter-rappings. Every man's hand was against his
+neighbour; and Branderham, unwilling to remain idle, pour\-ed forth his
+zeal in a shower of loud taps on the boards of the pulpit, which
+responded so smartly that at last, to my unspeakable relief, they woke
+me. And what was it that had suggested the tremendous tumult? What had
+played Jabes's part in the row? Merely the branch of a fir-tree that
+touched my lattice, as the blast wailed by, and rattled its dry cones
+against the panes! I listened doubtingly an instant, detected the
+disturber, then turned and dozed, and dreamt again---if possible, still
+more disagreeably than before. This time I remembered I was lying in
+the oak closet, and I heard distinctly the gusty wind and the driving of
+the snow. I heard also the fir-bough repeat its teasing sound, and
+ascribed it to the right cause. But it annoyed me so much that I
+resolved to silence it, if possible; and I thought I rose and
+endeavoured to unhasp the casement. The hook was soldered into the
+staple---a circumstance observed by me when awake, but forgotten. ``I
+must stop it, nevertheless!'' I muttered, knocking my knuckles through
+the glass, and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch;
+instead of which, my fingers closed on the fingers of a little, icecold
+hand!
+
+The intense horror of nightmare came over me. I tried to draw
+back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice
+sobbed, ``Let me in---let me in!'' ``Who are you?'' I asked, struggling,
+meanwhile, to disengage myself. ``Catherine Linton,'' it replied
+shiveringly. (Why did I think of Linton? I had read Earnshaw twenty
+times for Linton.) ``I'm come home. I'd lost my way on the moor.'' As
+it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the
+window. Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking
+the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed
+it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes. Still
+it wailed, ``Let me in!'' and maintained its tenacious gripe, almost
+maddening me with fear. ``How can I?'' I said at length. ``Let me go,
+if you want me to let you in!''
+
+With that concluding word, the whole assembly,
+exalting their pilgrim's staves, rushed round me in a body; and I,
+having no weapon to raise in self-defence, commenced grappling with
+Joseph, my nearest and most ferocious assailant, for his. In the
+confluence of the multitude several clubs crossed; blows aimed at me
+fell on other sconces. Presently the whole chapel resounded with
+rappings and counter-rappings. Every man's hand was against his
+neighbour; and Branderham, unwilling to remain idle, pour\-ed forth his
+zeal in a shower of loud taps on the boards of the pulpit, which
+responded so smartly that at last, to my unspeakable relief, they woke
+me. And what was it that had suggested the tremendous tumult? What had
+played Jabes's part in the row? Merely the branch of a fir-tree that
+touched my lattice, as the blast wailed by, and rattled its dry cones
+against the panes! I listened doubtingly an instant, detected the
+disturber, then turned and dozed, and dreamt again---if possible, still
+more disagreeably than before. This time I remembered I was lying in
+the oak closet, and I heard distinctly the gusty wind and the driving of
+the snow. I heard also the fir-bough repeat its teasing sound, and
+ascribed it to the right cause. But it annoyed me so much that I
+resolved to silence it, if possible; and I thought I rose and
+endeavoured to unhasp the casement. The hook was soldered into the
+staple---a circumstance observed by me when awake, but forgotten. ``I
+must stop it, nevertheless!'' I muttered, knocking my knuckles through
+the glass, and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch;
+instead of which, my fingers closed on the fingers of a little, icecold
+hand!
+
+The intense horror of nightmare came over me. I tried to draw
+back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice
+sobbed, ``Let me in---let me in!'' ``Who are you?'' I asked, struggling,
+meanwhile, to disengage myself. ``Catherine Linton,'' it replied
+shiveringly. (Why did I think of Linton? I had read Earnshaw twenty
+times for Linton.) ``I'm come home. I'd lost my way on the moor.'' As
+it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the
+window. Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking
+the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed
+it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes. Still
+it wailed, ``Let me in!'' and maintained its tenacious gripe, almost
+maddening me with fear. ``How can I?'' I said at length. ``Let me go,
+if you want me to let you in!''
+
+With that concluding word, the whole assembly,
+exalting their pilgrim's staves, rushed round me in a body; and I,
+having no weapon to raise in self-defence, commenced grappling with
+Joseph, my nearest and most ferocious assailant, for his. In the
+confluence of the multitude several clubs crossed; blows aimed at me
+fell on other sconces. Presently the whole chapel resounded with
+rappings and counter-rappings. Every man's hand was against his
+neighbour; and Branderham, unwilling to remain idle, re forth his
+zeal in a shower of loud taps on the boards of the pulpit, which
+responded so smartly that at last, to my unspeakable relief, they woke
+me. And what was it that had suggested the tremendous tumult? What had
+played Jabes's part in the row? Merely the branch of a fir-tree that
+touched my lattice, as the blast wailed by, and rattled its dry cones
+against the panes! I listened doubtingly an instant, detected the
+disturber, then turned and dozed, and dreamt again---if possible, still
+more disagreeably than before. This time I remembered I was lying in
+the oak closet, and I heard distinctly the gusty wind and the driving of
+the snow. I heard also the fir-bough repeat its teasing sound, and
+ascribed it to the right cause. But it annoyed me so much that I
+resolved to silence it, if possible; and I thought I rose and
+endeavoured to unhasp the casement. The hook was soldered into the
+staple---a circumstance observed by me when awake, but forgotten. ``I
+must stop it, nevertheless!'' I muttered, knocking my knuckles through
+the glass, and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch;
+instead of which, my fingers closed on the fingers of a little, icecold
+hand!
+
+The intense horror of nightmare came over me. I tried to draw
+back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice
+sobbed, ``Let me in---let me in!'' ``Who are you?'' I asked, struggling,
+meanwhile, to disengage myself. ``Catherine Linton,'' it replied
+shiveringly. (Why did I think of Linton? I had read Earnshaw twenty
+times for Linton.) ``I'm come home. I'd lost my way on the moor.'' As
+it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the
+window. Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking
+the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed
+it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes. Still
+it wailed, ``Let me in!'' and maintained its tenacious gripe, almost
+maddening me with fear. ``How can I?'' I said at length. ``Let me go,
+if you want me to let you in!''
+
+With that concluding word, the whole assembly,
+exalting their pilgrim's staves, rushed round me in a body; and I,
+having no weapon to raise in self-defence, commenced grappling with
+Joseph, my nearest and most ferocious assailant, for his. In the
+confluence of the multitude several clubs crossed; blows aimed at me
+fell on other sconces. Presently the whole chapel resounded with
+rappings and counter-rappings. Every man's hand was against his
+neighbour; and Branderham, unwilling to remain idle, re forth his
+zeal in a shower of loud taps on the boards of the pulpit, which
+responded so smartly that at last, to my unspeakable relief, they woke
+me. And what was it that had suggested the tremendous tumult? What had
+played Jabes's part in the row? Merely the branch of a fir-tree that
+touched my lattice, as the blast wailed by, and rattled its dry cones
+against the panes! I listened doubtingly an instant, detected the
+disturber, then turned and dozed, and dreamt again---if possible, still
+more disagreeably than before. This time I remembered I was lying in
+the oak closet, and I heard distinctly the gusty wind and the driving of
+the snow. I heard also the fir-bough repeat its teasing sound, and
+ascribed it to the right cause. But it annoyed me so much that I
+resolved to silence it, if possible; and I thought I rose and
+endeavoured to unhasp the casement. The hook was soldered into the
+staple---a circumstance observed by me when awake, but forgotten. ``I
+must stop it, nevertheless!'' I muttered, knocking my knuckles through
+the glass, and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch;
+instead of which, my fingers closed on the fingers of a little, icecold
+hand!
+
+The intense horror of nightmare came over me. I tried to draw
+back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice
+sobbed, ``Let me in---let me in!'' ``Who are you?'' I asked, struggling,
+meanwhile, to disengage myself. ``Catherine Linton,'' it replied
+shiveringly. (Why did I think of Linton? I had read Earnshaw twenty
+times for Linton.) ``I'm come home. I'd lost my way on the moor.'' As
+it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the
+window. Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking
+the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed
+it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes. Still
+it wailed, ``Let me in!'' and maintained its tenacious gripe, almost
+maddening me with fear. ``How can I?'' I said at length. ``Let me go,
+if you want me to let you in!''
+
+\singlecolumn
+Now we should be typesetting in a single column, i.e., normally. The
+fingers relaxed; I snatched mine through the hole, hurriedly piled the
+books up in a pyramid against it, and stopped my ears to exclude the
+lamentable prayer. I seemed to keep them closed above a quarter of an
+hour; yet the instant I listened again, there was the doleful cry
+moaning on! ``Begone!'' I shouted; ``I'll never let you in---not if you
+beg for twenty years.'' ``It is twenty years,'' mourned the
+voice---``twenty years. I've been a waif for twenty years!'' Thereat
+began a feeble scratching outside, and the pile of books moved as if
+thrust forward. I tried to jump up, but could not stir a limb, and so
+yelled aloud in a frenzy of fright. To my confusion, I discovered the
+yell was not ideal. Hasty footsteps approached my chamber door; somebody
+pushed it open with a vigorous hand, and a light glimmered through the
+squares at the top of the bed. I sat shuddering yet, and wiping the
+perspiration from my forehead. The intruder appeared to hesitate, and
+muttered to himself. At last he said in a half-whisper, plainly not
+expecting an answer, ``Is any one here?'' I considered it best to
+confess my presence, for I knew Heathcliff's accents, and feared he
+might search further if I kept quiet. With this intention I turned and
+opened the panels. I shall not soon forget the effect my action
+produced. Heathcliff stood near the entrance, in his shirt and
+trousers, with a candle dripping over his fingers, and his face as white
+as the wall behind him. The first creak of the oak startled him like an
+electric shock. The light leaped from his hold to a distance of some
+feet, and his agitation was so extreme that he could hardly pick it up.
+``It is only your guest, sir,'' I called out, desirous to spare him the
+humiliation of exposing his cowardice further. ``I had the misfortune
+to scream in my sleep, owing to a frightful nightmare. I'm sorry I
+disturbed you.''
+\end