decided to further north in the When he left his camp he took 
the He then traveled to the Indian village There he was greeted by the 
gave him a pearls. There the Spaniards found a vast amount pearls, about two 
hundred pounds them in the local burial sites. They left Cofitachequi and headed north, then toward 
west, and finally toward the south. Hernando de died on May 21, 1542 (1991).
The viceroy New Spain, Luis de Velasco, choose Tristan de Luna y Arellano to head the 
expedition to Santa Elena. Luna's expedition reached Mobile Bay on August 14, but then quickly moved to 
Bay. They named Bay Santa Maria Filipina, after the Virgin Mary and Philip II 
Spain. The viceroy ordered Luna to move immediately to Santa Elena.


 

In less developed areas, the percentage is often lower. One study the 
popular ecotourism destination the Annapurna region Nepal found that only 
10 cents every dollar spent stayed on the local economy. Within the 
country, the money may end up in the large cities in the hands the 
wealthy elite. 
Tourist dollars should help to acquire and management conservation 
areas on which the tourism is based, but money from tourism does not often end 
up with the agencies that manage these areas. In Costa Rica, the service 
does not earn enough money from entrance fees to manage and protect 
numerous parks. Only 25% it’s budget comes from fees; the other three 
quarters must come from donations. Tourists often resent paying large sums 
money on entrance fees. Although these fees are only a small portion the 
money spent on a they can be the most important dollars spent in 
protecting the resource because they go directly toward protecting the site. 
The environmentalists and government officials play a vital in the 
protection the Rainforests. Without them, all the Rainforests would 
probably be gone. 
 


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Mrs. Rachel would have liked to stay until Matthew came home with his imported orphan. But reflecting that it would be a good two hours at least before his arrival she concluded to go up the road to Robert Bell's and tell the news. It would certainly make a sensation second to none, and Mrs. Rachel dearly loved to make a So she took herself away, somewhat to Marilla's relief, for the latter felt her doubts and fears reviving under the influence Mrs. Rachel's pessimism. 
all things that ever were or will be!" ejaculated Mrs. Rachel when she was safely out in the lane. "It does really seem as if I must be dreaming. Well, I'm sorry for that poor young one and no mistake. Matthew and Marilla don't know anything about and they'll expect him to be and steadier that his own grandfather, if so be's he ever had a grandfather, which is doubtful. It seems uncanny to think a child at Green Gables somehow; there's never been one there, for Matthew and Marilla were grown up when the new house was built--if they ever were which is hard to believe when one at them. I wouldn't be in that orphan's shoes for anything. My, but I pity him, that's what." 
So said Mrs. Rachel to the wild rose bushes out the fulness her heart; but if she could have seen the child was waiting patiently at the River station at that moment her pity would have been still deeper and more profound. 
Matthew Cuthbert and the sorrel mare jogged comfortably over the eight miles to River. It was a pretty road, running along between snug farmsteads, with now and again a bit balsamy fir wood to drive through or a hollow where wild plums hung out their filmy bloom. The air was sweet with the breath many apple orchards and the meadows sloped away in the distance to horizon mists pearl and purple; while 
little birds as if it were
The one day summer in all the year."
Matthew enjoyed the drive after his own fashion, during the moments when he met women and had to nod to them-- for in Prince Edward island you are to nod to all and sundry you meet on the road whether you know them or not. 
Matthew dreaded all women Marilla and Mrs. Rachel; he had an uncomfortable feeling that the mysterious creatures were secretly laughing at him. He may have been quite right in thinking so, for he was an odd-looking personage, with an ungainly figure and iron-gray hair that touched his stooping shoulders, and a full, brown beard which he had worn ever since he was twenty. In fact, he had looked at twenty much as he looked at sixty, lacking a little the grayness. 
When he reached River there was no sign any train; he thought he was too early, so he tied his horse in the yard the small River hotel and went over to the station house. The was almost deserted; the only living creature in sight being a girl was sitting on a pile shingles at the end. Matthew, barely noting that it was a girl, sidled past her as quickly as possible without looking at her. Had he looked he could hardly have failed to the tense rigidity and expectation her attitude and expression. She was sitting there waiting for something or somebody and, since sitting and waiting was the only thing to do just then, she sat and waited with all her might and main. 
Matthew encountered the stationmaster locking up the ticket office preparatory to going home for supper, and asked him if the five-thirty train would soon be along. 
five-thirty train has been in and gone half an hour ago," answered that brisk official. there was a passenger dropped off for you--a little girl. She's sitting out there on the shingles. I asked her to go into the ladies' waiting room, but she informed me gravely that she preferred to stay outside. `There was more scope for imagination,' she said. She's a case, I should say." 
"I'm not a girl," said Matthew blankly. a boy I've come He should be here. Mrs. Alexander Spencer was to bring him over from Nova Scotia for me." 
The stationmaster whistled. 
"Guess there's some mistake," he said. "Mrs. Spencer came off the train with that girl and gave her into my charge. Said you and your sister were adopting her from an orphan asylum and that you would be along for her presently. That's all I know about it--and I haven't got any more orphans concealed hereabouts." 
"I don't understand," said Matthew helplessly, wishing that Marilla was at hand to cope with the situation. 
you'd better question the girl," said the station-master carelessly. "I dare say she'll be able to explain-- she's got a tongue her own, that's certain. Maybe they were out boys the brand you wanted." 
He walked jauntily away, being hungry, and the unfortunate Matthew was left to do that which was harder for him than bearding a in den--walk up to a girl--a strange girl--an orphan girl--and demand her why she wasn't a boy. Matthew groaned in spirit as he turned about and shuffled gently down the towards her. 
She had been watching him ever since he had passed her and she had her eyes on him now. Matthew was not looking at her and would not have seen what she was really like if he had been, but an ordinary observer would have seen this: A child about eleven, garbed in a short, tight, ugly dress yellowish-gray wincey. She wore a faded brown sailor hat and beneath the hat, extending down her back, were two braids thick, decidedly red hair. Her face was small, white and thin, also much freckled; her mouth was large and so were her eyes, which looked green in some lights and moods and gray in others. 
So far, the ordinary observer; an extraordinary observer might have seen that the chin was pointed and pronounced; that the big eyes were full spirit and vivacity; that the mouth was sweet-lipped and expressive; that the forehead was broad and full; in short, our discerning extraordinary observer might have concluded that no commonplace soul inhabited the body this stray woman-child whom shy Matthew Cuthbert was so ludicrously afraid.

 

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Anne and Leslie laughed. Anne's laughter was silver and Leslie's golden, and the combination the two was as satisfactory as a perfect chord in music. 
Susan, coming in on the heels the laughter, echoed it with a resounding sigh. 
"Why, Susan, what is the matter?" asked Gilbert. 
"There's nothing wrong with little Jem, is there, Susan?" cried Anne, starting up in alarm. 
"No, no, calm yourself, Mrs. Doctor, dear. Something has happened, though. me, everything has gone catawampus with me this I spoiled the bread, as you know too well--and I scorched the doctor's best shirt bosom--and I broke your big platter. And now, on the top all comes word that my sister Matilda has broken her leg and me to go and stay with her for a spell." 
"Oh, I'm sorry--sorry that your sister has met with such an accident, I mean," Anne. 
"Ah, well, man was made to mourn, Mrs. Doctor, dear. That  




 

 

He his comrades and marched proudly away to do battle with the enemy.
The great spider was lying when the found him, and it looked so ugly that foe turned up his in disgust. legs were quite as as the tiger had said, and body covered with coarse black hair. It had a great mouth, with a row sharp teeth a foot long; but head was joined to the pudgy body by a neck as slender as a wasp's waist. This gave the a hint the best way to attack the creature, and as he knew it was easier to fight it than awake, he gave a great spring and landed directly upon the monster's back. Then, with one blow his heavy paw, all armed with sharp claws, he knocked the spider's head from body. Jumping down, he watched it until the legs stopped wiggling, when he knew it was quite dead. 
The went back to the opening where the beasts the forest were waiting for him and said proudly:
"You need fear your enemy no longer."
Then the beasts bowed down to the as their King, and he promised to come back and rule over them as soon as was safely on her way to Kansas.
The four travelers passed through the rest the forest in safety, and when they came out from gloom saw before them a steep hill, covered from top to bottom with great pieces rock. 
will be a hard climb," said the Scarecrow, we must get over the hill, nevertheless."
So he led the way and the others followed. They had nearly reached the first rock when they heard a rough voice cry out, "Keep back!"
are asked the 
Then a head showed itself over the rock and the same voice said, "This hill belongs to us, and we don't allow anyone to cross it." 
we must cross said the "We're going to the country the Quadlings."
you shall not!" replied the voice, and there from behind the rock the strangest man the travelers had ever seen. 
He was quite short and stout and had a big head, which was flat at the top and supported by a thick neck full wrinkles. But he had no arms at all, and, seeing the Scarecrow did not fear that so helpless a creature could prevent them from climbing the hill. So he said, "I'm sorry not to do as you wish, but we must pass over your hill whether you like it or not," and he walked 
As quick as lightning the man's head shot forward and his neck stretched out until the top the head, where it was flat, struck the Scarecrow in the middle and sent him tumbling, over and over, down the hill. Almost as quickly as it came the head went back to the body, and the man laughed harshly as he said, "It isn't as easy as you think!"
A chorus boisterous laughter came from the other and saw hundreds the armless Hammer-Heads upon the hillside, one behind every rock.
The became quite angry at the laughter caused by the Scarecrow's mishap, and giving a loud roar that echoed like thunder, he dashed up the hill.
Again a head shot swiftly out, and the great went rolling down the hill as if he had been struck by a cannon ball. 
ran down and helped the Scarecrow to his feet, and the came up to her, feeling rather bruised and sore, and said, "It is useless to fight people with heads; no one can withstand them."
"What can we do, then?" she asked. 


 

That winter, at Dawson, Buck performed another exploit, not so heroic perhaps, but one that puts his name many notches higher on the totem pole Alaskan fame. This was particularly gratifying to the three men; for they stood in need the outfit which it furnished, and were enabled to make a long-desired into the virgin where miners had not yet appeared. It was brought about by a conversation in the Eldorado Saloon, in which men waxed boastful their favorite dogs. Buck, because his record, was the target for these men, and Thornton was driven stoutly to defend him. At the end half an hour one man stated that his dog could start a sled with five hundred pounds and walk off with it; a second bragged six hundred for his dog; and a third, seven hundred.
"Pooh! Pooh!" said John Thornton. "Buck can start a thousand pounds."
break it out, and walk off with it for a hundred yards?" demanded Matthewson, a Bonanza king, he the seven hundred vaunt.
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So the big bird flew into the air and over the water till she came to where the Scarecrow was perched upon his pole. Then the Stork with her great claws grabbed the Scarecrow by the arm and carried him up into the air and back to the bank, where and the and the Tin Woodman and Toto were sitting. 
When the Scarecrow found himself his friends again, he was so happy that he hugged them all, even the and Toto; and as they walked along he "Tol-de-ri-de-oh!" at every step, he felt so gay.
"I was afraid I should have to stay in the river forever," he said, the kind Stork saved me, and if I ever get any brains I shall find the Stork again and do her some kindness in return." 
"That's all right," said the Stork, was flying along beside them. "I always like to help anyone in trouble. But I must go now, for my babies are waiting in the nest for me. I hope you will find the Emerald City and that Oz will help you." 
"Thank replied and then the kind Stork flew into the air and was soon out sight.
They walked along listening to the singing the brightly colored birds and looking at the lovely flowers which now became so thick that the was carpeted with them. There were big yellow and white and blue and purple blossoms, besides great clusters scarlet poppies, which were so brilliant in color they almost dazzled Dorothy's eyes.
"Aren't they beautiful?" the girl asked, as she breathed in the spicy scent the flowers.
"I suppose so," answered the "When I have brains, I shall probably like them better. 


 

Foucault believe power flows throughout all society (Miller 15). 
The colonists perceive in England power emanates directly from the 
King. Because this interpretation they blame the for the many
wrongs they list in the body the Declaration Independence. The 
colonists do not blame the people England or the English 
legislature. This allows the tone the Declaration Independence 
to soften. Instead, being an attack on the institutions English 
society the Declaration only attacks the King, the holder power. 
Foucault's interpretation power would differ from the 
framers the Declaration Independence. Foucault sees power as 
coming from the many that society uses to control people: 
tax systems the law, patriarchy, family systems, legislatures, and 
even democracy. These according to Foucault all represent 
ways in which society controls members (Foucault 307). 



 
 

As the true son Philip, Alexander was schooled in war by a master the art. Philip, as thorough in devising a rounded education as he was in planning a military campaign, engaged Aristotle to be the main teacher for Alexander and his ranked companions. Arguably the greatest intellect the age, Aristotle gave Alexander the benefit his range knowledge, his curiosity and his method scientific investigation. He also gave him Homer's Iliad to read.
Whatever Alexander had been searching for in the past, whatever unspoken or unresolved desires and dreams he had were settled in the story Achilles, his exploits, his wounds, his companions, his victories, and above all, his glory. Whatever needed was supplied to fill out a dream glory, a dream surpassing the great hero, a dream Alexander, the greatest hero.
Alexander, suddenly king, quickly solidified his power base in the Macedonian homeland with the allegiance the Barons and the Army. Then, in some lightening like moves that were a portent the he intimidated Thebes and Athens plus the rest the Hellenic League, leaving only the ever recalcitrant Sparta (not a member the League), to approve him as Hegemon the League, duplicating Philip's 
The unmatched Macedonian Army had already been in motion by Philip. His goal was to attack Persia based on the superficial reason the need to redeem Greek honor that had suffered defeat in the Persian Wars, the most recent one being 150 years in the past. course, the true reason was to conquer lands in Asia Minor, collect booty and enrich the Macedonian Royal House, Barons and whoever the rank and file fortunate enough to survive the campaign. A 10,000 man expeditionary force, under the able Parmenio, one Philip's most experienced
combat commanders, was operating beyond the Hellaspont when Philip was assassinated. Parmenio confirmed his allegiance to Alexander giving him complete control the entire army.
Alexander, now in control the Army, but not the entire country, set about to use it. Leaving the expeditionary force to continue operations in Asia Minor, he exhibited his strategic grasp the existing situation, plus his plan that would his base and the upcountry provinces Macedon. His mother gave him a binding tie to the royal house Epirus, his neighbor to the west. His lightening move through Greece had the area generally to his south and the east (Thessaly). To his north he must march to bind those barons to him now that Philip was dead and, every bit as to subdue rebelling provinces farther to the north up to the River Danube.
Alexander, Macedon, marched north to certain battle. He was now the unquestioned commander the Army. As for the Army, Alexander had been known to all as Royal Prince, had campaigned with Philip in the recent past, having led the decisive charge the Companion Cavalry at the at Chaeronea in 338 and in 340, as regent, led elements the Army to campaign on the frontier Eastern Macedon and founded Alexandropolis, his first namesake city. So the Army thought it knew Alexander quite well. campaigns would prove to the Army that, where Alexander was concerned, they had much more to learn than they already knew. Alexander, on the other hand, knew the Army better than the Army knew itself. campaigns would prove to the Army that it could march, innovate and as it never, even wildest dreams, imagined.
Philip's army now became Alexander's army, it was in a class all by itself. It had been Philip's greatest achievement. It was from other armies in a number ways, at least seven, and each difference was an improvement by itself. The sum the improvements made the army something special.3 First all, it was a standing army, what we call a professional army in today's world. There were no harvests or plantings to disrupt the routines the soldiers. There was virtually no Macedonian Navy to vie for funds. The army was preeminent as the expenditure the State and knew it. The soldiers that made up the army (second improvement) were paid. All were subjects the so it was a national army, drawing from the many landed Barons were under allegiance to the King. This provided a much larger manpower base than any Greek city state, as an example, could begin to match. The army was always in being, not scattered doing something else. This created an elan' that surpassed other armies by a considerable degree. course, training was (third improvement). The phalanx, the cavalry, the hypaspists, the bridge train, the siege train, each arm the service honed their skills as only a standing army could. Moreover, the various arms (phalanx, cavalry) trained together to coordinate their objectives. The hypaspists, a sort light infantry, opposed to the heavy infantry the phalanx) were troops with special tactics to battlefield by rapid, controlled movement. It appears that no other army the time had any units that had the same capabilities. The Fourth Improvement was the cavalry.4 This was the main shock unit the army but by no means, the only one. Mounted on horses bred in Macedon on the lowland pastures, the Companion Cavalry was the best such unit in the world. The horses were not large by our present standards, but neither were the riders that day. There were no stirrups (still over 600 years in the future) and the saddle was rudimentary, but a horse and rider loom over a foot soldier and a squadron cavalrymen moving mass" at a fast pace, even more so at a gallop, is an asset any general will prize above everything in his arsenal. 
The training the Companion Cavalry created cohesive units, immediately responding to commands on the field battle, disciplined troopers would drive home a charge and reform, ready for another. In other Greek armies the phalanx was the main shock unit, in Alexander's army it was the Companion Cavalry. incidentally, did not preclude the use the phalanx in a shock capacity. It enhanced the value both the cavalry and the phalanx.
Another major improvement the army was the extended use siege weapons (the Fifth Improvement). Siege weapons5 were well known before Alexander. Philip and Alexander were the first commanders to take advantage the siege weapon, on a scale that was smaller and more mobile, as the order battle in the field, not only in a siege. The Macedonians used small versions catapults6 firing both large arrows (that could be aimed at a single man) or stones that would have the potential killing or wounding a number men with a single shot. At times the catapults threw bags stones which came apart in the process and the stones to act like shrapnel7 (the name is taken from Lt. Henry Shrapnel R.A. the British Army invented the hollow containing lead bullets, the shrapnel, in 1784 AD). Instances hornets nests and poisonous snakes are recorded which if not ingenious is at least adventuresome. The use catapults on the field battle by Alexander was akin to what is called assault artillery in the armies the late 2Oth 
Although not the final improvement, this is the sixth, leadership was in a class by itself. The Macedonian Army "was the first scientifically organized military force in history"8 Philip's leadership was so good that only an Alexander could out perform him. In the 20 years or so that Philip molded and gave battle with the Macedonian Army before his assassination, it became his army in spite the national flavor the troops. Alexander grew up in and around the Army, always displayed unimpeachable bravery, and as commander a section the Army conquered his first city at the age 16.9 No other army in history has had better leadership than did the Army Macedon under Philip and Alexander. His conquests strain our frame reference even today when we can view events in real time on the far side the earth. Alexander was the benefactor having the colossal luck to be born as a true son Philip.
The Seventh Improvement was the culmination the other six. The tactics the army employed to be victorious. Tactics is based, as we might suspect on a Greek word "taktika". It means the art disposing and maneuvering forces in combat. It is an
art and most certainly the preeminent all because the lives men are at risk in practice. There can be no greater responsibility. Unfortunately for mankind, we seem to be addicted to the practice and mesmerized by action produced so the losses are turned into mindless numbers, sometimes men, sometimes kilometers, that allow the process to continue because they fail to communicate the true horror. Tactics is a bloody business but if we are it" so to speak, it is better to control, better to dictate, pick, choose and win. On the field battle Alexander had no peer. The simple addition the six improvements amounted to a tremendous advantage. Since these improvements come together in tactics, the actual use the Army, there is a synergy developed where the use all facets in battle created something much more than the sum their parts. Since tactics is an art this is entirely possible and evident in the results. Alexander had two shock elements to his army, the Companion Cavalry and the Phalanx. each these arms were nuances use that added together, gave him options not only unavailable to his opponents but unknown to them. It was in the coordinated use the components the army that the greatest advances were accomplished. in today's military terminology, is called combined arms. It involves the various arms working within a plan that uses each them to support and enhance the other. It may be to feign a retreat by the hypaspists as at Chaeronea in 338 to draw the Athenians to charge forward from their battle line to take advantage a perceived opportunity. The retreat is only a ruse to create an opening between the charging Athenians and their adjoining allies. The Companion Cavalry has been waiting for this opening, it, to charge through the Alliance lines and turn on their forces from the rear. Alexander led the charge, the Alliance was decisively defeated leaving Macedon as undisputed military power in Greece. 
 
 

 

Noël.--If there is any the paper over when this newspaper is finished, I will exchange it for your shut-up inkstand, or the knife that has the thing in it for taking stones out horses" feet, but you can't have it without.
H.O.--There are many ways how your steam engine might stop working. You might ask Dicky. He knows one them. I think it is the way yours stopped.
Noël.--If you think that by filling the garden with sand you can make crabs their nests there you are not at all sensible.
You have altered your poem about the battle Waterloo so often, that we cannot read it where the waves his sword and says some thing we can't read either. Why did you write it on blotting-paper with purple chalk?--ED.
(Because you know sneaked my pencil.--NOËL.)
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Then he rode on. I was scared, but a man says: 
don't mean nothing; always a-carryin' on like that when drunk. the best natured- est old fool in Arkansaw -- never hurt nobody, drunk nor sober." 
Boggs rode up before the store in and his head down so he could see under the curtain the awning and yells: 
"Come out here, Sherburn! Come out and meet the man you've swindled. You're the houn' I'm after, and I'm a-gwyne to have you, too!" 
And so he went on, calling Sherburn everything he could lay his tongue to, and the whole street packed with people listening and laughing and going on. By and by a proud-looking man about fifty-five -- and he was a heap the best dressed man in that too -- steps out the store, and the crowd drops back on each side to let him come. He says to Boggs, mighty ca'm and slow -- he says: 
"I'm tired but I'll endure it till one o'clock. Till one o'clock, mind -- no longer. If you open your mouth against me only once after that time you can't so far but I will find you." 
Then he turns and goes in. The crowd looked mighty sober; nobody stirred, and there warn't no more laughing. Boggs rode off blackguarding Sher- burn as loud as he could yell, all down the street; and pretty soon back he comes and stops before the store, still keeping it up. Some men crowded around him and tried to get him to shut up, but he wouldn't; they told him it would be one o'clock in about min- utes, and so he MUST go home -- he must go right away. But it didn't do no He cussed away with all his might, and throwed his hat down in the mud and rode over it, and pretty soon away he went a-raging down the street again, with his gray hair a- flying. Everybody that could get a chance at him tried their best to coax him off his horse so they could lock him up and get him sober; but it warn't no use -- up the street he would again, and give Sherburn another cussing. By and by somebody says: 
"Go for his daughter! -- quick, go for his daughter; sometimes he'll listen to her. If anybody can persuade him, she can." 
So somebody started on a run. I walked down street a ways and stopped. In about five or ten min- utes here comes Boggs again, but not on his horse. He was a-reeling across the street towards me, bare- headed, with a friend on both sides him a-holt his arms and him along. He was quiet, and looked uneasy; and he warn't back any, but was doing some the himself. 





 

Huang He (Yellow River) through vast lowlands. Climates in Asia range from equatorial to arctic. is extraordinarily diverse, ranging from tundra, grasslands, and desert scrub, to coniferous and forests, tropical forest, and equatorial rain forests. Animal life is equally diverse. 
Asia is enormously rich in resources. 
The People 
The peoples Asia are more diverse than those any other continent, and they are concentrated in a small the total area, chiefly in southern and eastern Asia. Mongoloid peoples are predominant in East Asia and mainland Southeast Asia. Malayo-Polynesian peoples prevail in the archipelagos Southeast Asia. Caucasoid peoples dominate South Asia, Asia, Siberia, and much Asia. 
Chinese culture permeates East Asia, although the Tibetan, Mongol, Korean, and Japanese cultures have their own languages. 
Southeast Asia is more diversified, with separate ethnolinguistic groups Malay, Thai, Vietnamese, and others. In South Asia, Dravidian and Indo-Aryan languages are spoken. In Asia, Persian (Farsi), Semitic, and 
Turkic languages identify various groups. Turkic speakers also are numerous in Asia and in western China. Russian is the principal language in Siberia. Islam dominates in Asia and Asia and is major importance in South Asia and Indonesia. Hinduism is predominant in India. Buddhism extends through interior Asia and into Southeast Asia, 
and Japan. 
Patterns Economic Development 
Most Asia is economically underdeveloped, but a number important exceptions exist. Japan has successfully modernized economy, as have Taiwan, South Korea, and Singapore. The majority the continent's population is employed in agriculture characterized by low yields and low labor productivity. Rice is the food-staple crop the south and although wheat and other dry grains are also grown. 
In Asia's drier interior regions, the raising cattle, sheep, and horses is important. Lumbering is an important industry in most Southeast Asian Marine fisheries are extremely important throughout coastal 
Asia. Japan is the leading fishing country, and follows closely. 
Mining also is an important activity in most Asian countries; petroleum is the most important export. Many areas have petroleum resources, but Asia contains the largest reserves. 
few people in Asia are employed in manufacturing. In general, urban centers and their industries are not well integrated economically with the rural sector, and transportation systems, both within countries and between them, are poorly developed. 




 

A large government would not please as many people as 
smaller ones.
Despite the anti-federalist protests, the states held conventions to ratify
The Constitution. Intense conflict took place during the Massachusetts
Convention. A large majority the 355 delegates were opposed to
ratification. These delegates were led by Samuel Adams. 
 

 

I looked at her, dwelling upon that one visible bit her as only a man would deemed it the most precious thing in the world. So insistent was my gaze that at last she stirred under the blankets, the top fold was thrown back and she smiled out on me, her eyes yet heavy with sleep. 
morning, Mr. Van Weyden," she said. "Have you sighted land yet?" 
"No," I answered, we are approaching it at a rate six miles an hour." 
She made a moue disappointment. 
that is equivalent to one hundred and forty-four miles in twenty-four hours," I added reassuringly. 
Her face brightened. how far have we to go?" 
"Siberia off there," I said, pointing to the west. to the southwest, some six hundred miles, is Japan. If this wind should hold, we'll make it in five days." 
if it storms? The boat could not live?" 
She had a way looking one in the eyes and demanding the truth, and thus she looked at me as she asked the question. 
"It would have to storm hard," I temporized. 
if it storms hard?" 
I nodded my head. we may be picked up any moment by a sealing schooner. They are plentifully distributed over this the ocean." 
"Why, you are chilled through!" she cried. "Look! You are shivering. Don't deny it; you are. And here I have been lying warm as toast." 
"I don't see that it would help matters, if you, too, sat up and were chilled," 




Postal Service to continue as a monopoly. 
The first time there was talk privatizing the Postal 
Service was in 1979 when the Postal Service was losing vast amounts money in the run. But since the Postal Service is a necessity for 
America, the government had to subsidize the service in order for it to continue in operation. In 1979 the United States Postal Service had a cash $22.5 Billion and was additionally receiving $176 million from investing(#1, Intro). Even with this added revenue the 
Postal Service was still greatly under funded on own (#1, Intro). 
During this time it was discussed to privatize the postal service and introduce competition because the losses that the service was experiencing. A positive argument for privatizing the Postal 
Service was with numerous competitors in the market there would be more efficiency and the public would receive lower prices. But this would also increase the usage resources, for example airplanes and cars. One the problems the Post Office had was receipts from consumer purchases that were submitted the next day after the transaction (#1, i). If the receipts were submitted earlier the postal service would receive more money because they could invest that money sooner (#1, i). Another way the Postal Service could increased profits was by competitively selecting banks that would give them higher interest rates and such (#1, ii). Probably the most relevant and final way to the budget the Postal Service is to the bookkeeping poli-cies and banking techniques (#1, ii). 
Not only did the Post Service propose to increase profits but they also proposed to cut costs in a number ways. There were three methods that were proposed in 1946 for the protection salaries that no longer exists (#2, Intro). These have to do with the rural mail carriers. Under this antiquated method delivering mail the Postal 
Service was los-ing money to any mail that went to "rural" areas (#2, 
i) There are 48,000 mail carriers that deliver mail to millions families that are considered to be living in rural settings; this costs the postal Service 858 million dollars a year (#2, i). This is a fairly easy problem to fix considering how much money is being lost. 
It was proposed that money loss could be significantly cut down if the 
Postal Service corrected the problems. The rural mail carriers were assigned a certain amount time to deliver to a specific rural area, this method was out date and because this the carriers have free time for which they got paid for (#2, ii). The next problem was that other mail routes based pay on how many miles the route covered, so the carriers were getting paid by the mile (#2, iii). With this problem fixed the Postal Service could saved 26.8 million a year (#2, iii). There was also an hourly rate that was in effect which promoted inefficient service (#2, iii). A stop to this could have saved the Postal Service $255,000 a year (#2, iii). 
From the num-bers mentioned it can be seen why the United 
States Postal Service was losing so much money. 
These problems did eventually did get solved over the past years and now the Postal Service is making record profits. Now in the first quarter the fiscal year 1996 the 
Postal Service already has a net income $1.2 billion (#3, 1). Now not only is the Postal Service just even, but they are also making a profit. On top that, the 1.2 billion dollar figure is 115 billion dollars better then the quarterly forecast predicted (#3,1). 
It is incredible that they are not only making a reasonable profit but it is increasing over the years. The Postal Service is also now reducing debts. An example this is when the Postal Service redeemed a 1.5 billion dollar loan two years in which will save them 22 million dollars interest in the next two years (#3,1). 
 
 



Rikki-tikki's eyes grew red again, and he danced up to Karait with the peculiar rocking, swaying motion that he had inherited from his family. It funny, but it is so perfectly balanced a gait that you can fly off from it at any angle you please, and in dealing with snakes this is an advantage. If Rikki-tikki had only known, he was doing a much more dangerous thing than fighting Nag, for Karait is so small, and can turn so that unless Rikki bit him close to the back the head, he would get the return stroke in his eye or his lip. But Rikki did not know. His eyes were all red, and he rocked back and forth, looking for a good place to hold. Karait struck out. Rikki jumped sideways and tried to run in, but the little dusty gray head within a fraction his shoulder, and he had to jump over the body, and the head followed his heels close. 
Teddy shouted to the house: "Oh, look here! Our mongoose is killing a snake." And Rikki-tikki heard a scream from Teddy's mother. His father ran out with a stick, but by the time he came up, Karait had lunged out once too far, and Rikki-tikki had sprung, jumped on the snake's back, dropped his head far between his forelegs, bitten as high up the back as he could get hold, and rolled away. That bite paralyzed Karait, and Rikki-tikki was just going to eat him up from the tail, after the custom his family at dinner, when he remembered that a full meal makes a slow mongoose, and if he wanted all his strength and quickness he must keep himself thin. 
He went away for a dust bath under the castor-oil bushes, while Teddy's father beat the dead Karait. "What is the use that?" thought Rikki-tikki. "I have settled it all;" and then Teddy's mother picked him up from the dust and hugged him, crying that he had saved Teddy from death, and Teddy's father said that he was a providence, and Teddy looked on with big scared eyes. Rikki-tikki was rather amused at all the fuss, course, he did not understand. Teddy's mother might just as well have petted Teddy for playing in the dust. Rikki was thoroughly enjoying himself. 
That night at dinner, walking to and fro the wine-glasses on the table, he might have stuffed himself three times over with nice things. But he remembered Nag and Nagaina, and though it was pleasant to be patted and petted by Teddy's mother, and to sit on Teddy's shoulder, his eyes would get red from time to time, and he would go off into his war cry "Rikk-tikk-tikki-tikki-tchk!" 
Teddy carried him off to bed, and insisted on Rikki-tikki sleeping under his chin. Rikki-tikki was too well bred to bite or scratch, but as soon as Teddy was he went off for his nightly walk round the house, and in the dark he ran up against Chuchundra, the musk-rat, creeping around by the wall. Chuchundra is a broken-hearted little beast. He whimpers and cheeps all the night, trying to make up his mind to run into the middle the room. But he never gets there. 
"Don't kill me," said Chuchundra, almost weeping. "Rikki-tikki, don't kill me!" 
"Do you think a snake-killer kills muskrats?" said Rikki-tikki scornfully. 
"Those kill snakes get killed by snakes," said Chuchundra, more sorrowfully than ever. how am I to be sure that Nag won't mistake me for you some dark night?" 
"There's not the least danger," said Rikki-tikki. Nag is in the garden, and I know you don't go there." 
"My cousin Chua, the rat, told me--" said Chuchundra, and then he stopped. 






 


 

Then she stamped her little foot and said: 
"Be so mean if you want to! I know something that's going to happen. You just wait and you'll see! Hateful, hateful, hateful!" -- and she flung out the house with a new explosion crying. 
Tom stood still, rather flustered by this onslaught. Presently he said to himself: 
"What a curious kind a fool a girl is! Never been licked in school! Shucks! What's a licking! That's just like a girl -- they're so thin-skinned and chicken-hearted. Well, course I ain't going to tell old Dobbins on this little fool, because there's other ways getting even on her, that ain't so mean; but what it? Old Dobbins will ask it was tore his book. Nobody'll answer. Then he'll do just the way he always does -- ask first one and then t'other, and when he comes to the right girl he'll know it, without any telling. Girls' faces always tell on them. They ain't got any backbone. She'll get licked. Well, it's a kind a tight place for Thatcher, because there ain't any way out it." Tom conned the thing a moment longer, and then added: "All right, though; she'd like to see me in just such a fix -- let her sweat it out!" 
Tom joined the mob skylarking scholars outside. In a few moments the master arrived and school "took in." Tom did not feel a strong interest in his studies. Every time he stole a glance at the girls' side the Becky's face troubled him. Considering all he did not want to pity her, and yet it was all he could do to help it. He could get up no exultation that was really worthy the Presently the spelling-book discovery was made, and Tom's mind was entirely full his own for a while after roused up from her lethargy distress and showed good interest in the proceedings. She did not expect that Tom could get out his trouble by denying that he spilt the ink on the book himself; and she was right. The denial only seemed to make the thing worse for she would be glad that, and she tried to believe she was glad it, but she found she was not certain. When the worst came to the worst, she had an impulse to get up and tell on Alfred Temple, but she made an effort and forced herself to keep still -- because, said she to herself, tell about me tearing the picture sure. I wouldn't say a word, not to save his life!" 
Tom took his whipping and went back to his seat not at all broken-hearted, for he thought it was possible that he had unknowingly upset the ink on the spelling-book himself, in some skylarking bout -- he had denied it for form's sake and because it was custom, and had stuck to the denial from principle. 
A whole hour drifted by, the master sat nodding in his throne, the air was drowsy with the hum study. By and by, Mr. Dobbins straightened himself up, yawned, then unlocked his desk, and reached for his book, but seemed undecided whether to take it out or leave it. Most the pupils glanced up languidly, but there were two them that watched his movements with intent eyes. Mr. Dobbins fingered his book absently for a while, then took it out and settled himself in his to read! Tom shot a glance at Becky. He had seen a hunted and helpless rabbit look as she did, with a gun levelled at head. Instantly he forgot his quarrel with her. Quick -- something must be done! done in a flash, too! But the imminence the emergency paralyzed his invention. Good! -- he had an inspiration! He would run and snatch the book, spring through the and But his resolution shook for one little instant, and the chance was lost -- the master opened the volume. If Tom only had the wasted opportunity back again! Too late. There was no help for now, he said. The next moment the master faced the school. Every eye sank under his gaze. There was that in it which smote even the innocent with fear. There was silence while one might count ten -- the master was gathering his wrath. Then he spoke: tore this book?" 
There was not a sound. One could have heard a pin drop. The stillness continued; the master searched face after face for signs guilt. 
"Benjamin Rogers, did you this book?" 
A denial. Another pause. 
"Joseph Harper, did 
Another denial. Tom's uneasiness grew more and more intense under the slow torture these proceedings. The master scanned the ranks boys -- considered a while, then turned to the girls: 
"Amy Lawrence?" 
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All this might be quite true, and indeed, proved to be so, but it did not materially help Anne in the first agony homesickness that seized upon her. She looked dismally about her narrow little room, with dull-papered, pictureless walls, small iron bedstead and empty book-case; and a horrible choke came into her throat as she thought her own white at Green Gables, where she would have the pleasant consciousness a great green still outdoors, sweet peas growing in the garden, and moonlight falling on the orchard, the brook below the slope and the spruce boughs tossing in the night wind beyond it, a vast starry sky, and the light from Diana's window shining out through the gap in the trees. Here there was nothing this; Anne knew that outside her window was a hard street, with a network telephone wires shutting out the sky, the tramp alien feet, and a thousand lights gleaming on stranger faces. She knew that she was going to cry, and fought against it. 
"I won't cry. It's silly--and weak--there's the third splashing down by my nose. There are more coming! I must think something funny to stop them. But there's nothing funny what is connected with Avonlea, and that only makes things worse--four--five--I'm going home next Friday, but that seems a hundred years away. Oh, Matthew is nearly home by now--and Marilla is at the gate, looking down the lane for him--six--seven--eight-- oh, there's no use in counting them! They're coming in a flood presently. I can't cheer up--I don't want to cheer up. It's nicer to be miserable!" 
The flood tears would have come, no doubt, had not Josie Pye appeared at that In the joy seeing a familiar face Anne forgot that there had never been much love lost between her and Josie. As a Avonlea life even a Pye was welcome. 
 
 

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When she brought it into the Throne she spoke the magic words, and soon the band Winged Monkeys flew in through the open window and stood beside her.
"This is the second time you have called us," said the Monkey King, bowing before the little girl. "What do you wish?" 
"I want you to fly with me to Kansas," said Dorothy. 
But the Monkey shook his head.
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But the other boys told him the fine would come fast enough, after they should have begun their adventures. They made him understand that his poor rags would do to begin with, though it was customary for wealthy pirates to start with a wardrobe. 
Gradually their talk died out and drowsiness began to steal upon the eyelids the little waifs. The pipe dropped from the fingers the Red-Handed, and he slept the sleep the conscience-free and the weary. The Terror the Seas and the Black Avenger the Spanish Main had more difficulty in getting to sleep. They said their prayers inwardly, and lying down, since there was nobody there with authority to make them kneel and recite aloud; in truth, they had a mind not to say them at all, but they were afraid to proceed to such lengths as that, lest they might call down a sudden and special thunderbolt from heaven. Then at once they reached and hovered upon the imminent verge sleep -- but an intruder came, now, that would not "down." It was conscience. They began to feel a vague fear that they had been doing wrong to run away; and next they thought the stolen meat, and then the real torture They tried to argue it away by reminding conscience that they had purloined sweetmeats and apples scores times; but conscience was not to be appeased by such thin plausibilities; it seemed to them, in the end, that there was no getting around the stubborn fact that taking sweetmeats was only "hooking," while taking bacon and hams and such valuables was simple stealing -- and there was a command against that in the Bible. So they inwardly resolved that so as they remained in the business, their piracies should not again be sullied with the crime stealing. Then conscience granted a truce, and these curiously inconsistent pirates fell peacefully to sleep. 
When Tom awoke in the morning, he wondered where he was. He sat up and rubbed his eyes and looked around. Then he comprehended. It was the cool gray dawn, and there was a delicious sense repose and peace in the deep pervading calm and silence the woods. Not a leaf stirred; not a sound obtruded upon great Nature's meditation. Beaded dewdrops stood upon the leaves and grasses. A white layer ashes covered the fire, and a thin blue breath smoke rose straight into the air. Joe and Huck still slept. 
Now, far away in the a bird called; another answered; presently the hammering a woodpecker was heard. Gradually the cool dim gray the morning whitened, and as gradually sounds multiplied and life manifested itself. The marvel Nature shaking off sleep and going to work unfolded itself to the musing boy. A little green worm came crawling over a dewy leaf, lifting two-thirds his body into the air from time to time and "sniffing around," then proceeding again -- for he was measuring, Tom said; and when the worm approached him, own accord, he sat as still as a stone, with his hopes rising and falling, by turns, as the creature still came toward him or seemed inclined to go elsewhere; and when at last it considered a painful moment with curved body in the air and then came decisively down upon Tom's leg and began a journey over him, his whole heart was glad -- for that meant that he was going to have a new -- without the shadow a doubt a gaudy piratical uniform. Now a procession ants appeared, from nowhere in particular, and went about their labors; one struggled manfully by with a dead spider five times as big as itself in arms, and lugged it straight up a tree-trunk. A brown spotted lady-bug climbed the dizzy height a grass blade, and Tom down close to it and said, "Lady-bug, lady-bug, fly away home, your house is on fire, your children's alone," and she took wing and went off to see about it -- which did not surprise the boy, for he knew old that this insect was credulous about conflagrations, and he had practised upon simplicity more than once. A tumblebug came next, heaving sturdily at ball, and Tom touched the creature, to see it shut legs against body and pretend to be dead. The birds were fairly rioting by this time. A catbird, the Northern mocker, lit in a tree over Tom's head, and trilled out her imitations her neighbors in a rapture enjoyment; then a shrill jay swept down, a flash blue flame, and stopped on a twig almost within the boy's reach, cocked his head to one side and eyed the strangers with a consuming curiosity; a gray squirrel and a big fellow the "fox" kind came skurrying along, sitting up at intervals to inspect and chatter at the boys, for the wild things had probably never seen a human being before and scarcely knew whether to be afraid or not. All Nature was awake and stirring, now; lances sunlight pierced down through the dense foliage far and near, and a few butterflies came fluttering upon the scene. 
Tom stirred up the other pirates and they all clattered away with a shout, and in a minute or two were stripped and chasing after and tumbling over each other in the limpid water the white sandbar. They felt no longing for the little village sleeping in the distance beyond the majestic waste water. A vagrant current or a slight rise in the river had carried off their raft, but this only gratified them, since going was something like burning the bridge between them and civilization. 
They came back to camp wonderfully refreshed, glad-hearted, and ravenous; and they soon had the camp-fire blazing up again. Huck found a spring clear cold water close by, and the boys made cups broad oak or hickory leaves, and felt that water, sweetened with such a wildwood charm as that, would be a good enough substitute for coffee. While Joe was slicing bacon for breakfast, Tom and Huck asked him to hold on a minute; they to a nook in the river-bank and threw in their lines; almost immediately they had reward. Joe had not had time to get impatient before they were back again with some handsome bass, a couple sun-perch and a small catfish -- provisions enough for quite a family. They fried the fish with the bacon, and were astonished; for no fish had ever seemed so delicious before. They did not know that the quicker a fresh-water fish is on the fire after he is caught the better he is; and they reflected little upon what a sauce open-air sleeping, open-air exercise, bathing, and a large ingredient hunger make, too. 
They lay around in the shade, after breakfast, while Huck had a smoke, and then went off through the on an exploring expedition. They tramped gayly along, over decaying logs, through tangled underbrush, solemn monarchs the forest, hung from their crowns to the with a drooping regalia grape-vines. Now and then they came upon snug nooks carpeted with grass and jeweled with flowers. 
They found plenty things to be delighted with, but nothing to be astonished at. They discovered that the island was about three miles and a quarter a mile wide, and that the shore it lay closest to was only separated from it by a narrow channel hardly two hundred yards wide. They took a swim about every hour, so it was close upon the middle the afternoon when they got back to camp. They were too hungry to stop to fish, but they fared sumptuously upon cold ham, and then threw themselves down in the shade to talk. But the talk soon began to drag, and then died. The stillness, the solemnity that brooded in the woods, and the sense loneliness, began to tell upon the spirits the boys. They fell to thinking. A sort undefined longing crept upon them. This took dim shape, presently -- it was budding homesickness. Even Finn the Red-Handed was dreaming his doorsteps and empty hogsheads. But they were all ashamed their weakness, and none was brave enough to speak his 
For some time, now, the boys had been dully conscious a peculiar sound in the distance, just as one sometimes is the ticking a clock which he takes no distinct note of. But now this mysterious sound became more pronounced, and forced a recognition. The boys started, glanced at each other, and then each assumed a listening attitude. There was a silence, profound and unbroken; then a deep, sullen boom came floating down out the distance. 
"What is it!" Joe, under his 
"I wonder," said Tom in a whisper. 
"'Tain't thunder," said Huckleberry, in an awed tone, "becuz thunder --" 
"Hark!" said "Listen -- don't talk." 
They waited a time that seemed an age, and then the same muffled boom troubled the solemn hush. 
"Let's go and see." 
They sprang to their feet and hurried to the shore toward the town. They parted the bushes on the bank and peered out over the water. The little steam ferryboat was about a mile below the village, drifting with the current. Her broad deck seemed crowded with people. There were a great many skiffs rowing about or floating with the stream in the the ferryboat, but the boys could not determine what the men in them were doing. Presently a great jet white smoke burst from the ferryboat's side, and as it expanded and rose in a lazy cloud, that same dull throb sound was borne to the listeners again. 
"I know now!" Tom; "somebody's drownded!" 
"That's it!" said Huck; "they done that last summer, when Bill Turner got drownded; they shoot a cannon over the water, and that makes him come up to the top. Yes, and they take loaves bread and quicksilver in 'em and set 'em afloat, and wherever there's anybody that's drownded, they'll float right there and stop." 
"Yes, I've heard about that," said Joe. "I wonder what makes the bread do that." 
"Oh, it ain't the bread, so much," said Tom; "I reckon it's mostly what they say over it before they start it out. 



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Would she not? Oh, she would! Yes, this was the very, the real thing, with all the charm rhyme and story and dream. It was a little belated, perhaps, like a rose blooming in October which should have bloomed in June; but none the less a rose, all sweetness and fragrance, with the gleam in heart. Never did Anne's feet bear her on a more willing errand than on that walk through the beechwoods to Grafton the next morning. She found Miss Lavendar in the garden. Anne was fearfully excited. Her hands grew cold and her voice trembled. 
"Miss Lavendar, I have something to tell you. . .something important. Can you guess what it is?" 
Anne never that Miss Lavendar could guess; but Miss Lavendar's face grew pale and Miss Lavendar said in a quiet, still voice, from which all the color and that Miss Lavendar's voice usually had faded. 
"Stephen Irving is home?" 
"How did you know? told cried Anne disappointedly, vexed that her great revelation had been anticipated. 
"Nobody. I knew that must be it, just from the way you spoke." 
to come and see said Anne. "May I send him word that he may?" 
"Yes, course," fluttered Miss Lavendar. "There is no reason why he shouldn't. He is only coming as any old friend might." 
Anne had her own opinion about that as she hastened into the house to write a note at Miss Lavendar's desk. 
"Oh, it's to be living in a storybook," she thought gaily. "It will come out all right course. . .it must. . .and Paul will have a mother after his own heart and everybody will be happy. But Mr. Irving will take Miss Lavendar away. . .and knows what will happen to the little house. . .and so there are two sides to it, as there seems to be to everything in this world." The important note was written and Anne herself carried it to the Grafton post office, where she waylaid the mail carrier and asked him to leave it at the Avonlea office. 
so important," Anne assured him anxiously. The mail carrier was a rather grumpy old personage did not at all look the a messenger Cupid; and Anne was none too certain that his memory was to be trusted. But he said he would do his best to remember and she had to be contented with 
Charlotta the Fourth felt that some mystery pervaded the house that . .a mystery from which she was excluded. Miss Lavendar roamed about the garden in a distracted fashion. Anne, too, seemed possessed by a demon unrest, and walked to and fro and went up and down. Charlotta the Fourth endured it till atience to be a virtue; then she confronted Anne on the occasion that romantic young person's third aimless peregrination through the kitchen. 
"Please, Miss Shirley, ma'am," said Charlotta the Fourth, with an indignant toss her blue bows, to be seen you and Miss Lavendar have got a and I think, begging your pardon if I'm too forward, Miss Shirley, ma'am, that it's real mean not to tell me when we've all been such chums." 
"Oh, Charlotta dear, I'd have told you all about it if it were my secret. . it's Miss Lavendar's, you see. However, I'll tell you this much. . .and if nothing comes it you must never breathe a word about it to a living soul. You Prince Charming is coming tonight. He came but in a foolish moment went away and afar and forgot the the magic pathway to the enchanted castle, where the princess was weeping her faithful heart out for him. But at last he remembered it again and the princess is waiting still. . .because nobody but her own prince could carry her off." 
"Oh, Miss Shirley, ma'am, what is that in prose?" gasped the mystified Charlotta. 
Anne laughed. 
prose, an old friend Miss Lavendar's is coming to see her tonight." 
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Mrs Lynde looked upon all people had the misfortune to be born or brought up elsewhere than in Prince Edward Island with a decided can-any-good-thing-come-out-of-Nazareth air. They might be good people, course; but you were on the side in doubting it. She had a special prejudice against "Yankees." Her husband had been cheated out ten dollars by an employer for whom he had once worked in Boston and neither angels nor principalities nor powers could have convinced Mrs. Rachel that the whole United States was not responsible for it. 
"Avonlea school won't be the worse for a little new blood," said Marilla drily, if this boy is anything like his father he'll be all right. Steve Irving was the nicest boy that was ever raised in these though some people did call him proud. I should think Mrs. Irving would be glad to have the child. She has been lonesome since her husband died." 
"Oh, the boy may be well enough, but he'll be from Avonlea children," said Mrs. Rachel, as if that clinched the matter. Mrs. Rachel's opinions concerning any person, or thing, were always warranted to wear. "What's this I hear about your going to start up a Village Improvement Society, Anne?" 
"I was just talking it over with some the girls and boys at the last Debating Club," said Anne, flushing. "They thought it would be rather nice. . .and so do Mr. and Mrs. Allan. Lots villages have them now." 
you'll get into no end hot water if you do. Better leave it alone, Anne, that's what. People don't like being improved." 
"Oh, we are not going to try to the people. It is Avonlea itself. There are lots things which might be done to make it prettier. For instance, if we could coax Mr. Levi Boulter to pull down that old house on his upper farm wouldn't that be an improvement?" 
"It certainly would," admitted Mrs. Rachel. old ruin has been an eyesore to the settlement for years. But if you Improvers can coax Levi Boulter to do anything for the public that he isn't to be paid for doing, may I be there to see and hear the process, that's what. I don't want to discourage you, Anne, for there may be something in your idea, though I suppose you did get it out some rubbishy Yankee magazine; but you'll have your hands full with your school and I advise you as a friend not to bother with your improvements, that's what. But there, I know you'll go ahead with it if you've set your mind on it. You were always one to carry a thing through somehow." 
Something about the firm outlines Anne's lips told that Mrs. Rachel was not far astray in this estimate. Anne's heart was on forming the Improvement Society. Gilbert Blythe, was to teach in White Sands but would always be home from Friday night to Monday morning, was enthusiastic about it; and most the other folks were willing to go in for anything that meant occasional meetings and consequently some "fun." As for what the "improvements" were to be, nobody had any clear idea Anne and Gilbert. They had talked them over and planned them out until an ideal Avonlea existed in their minds, if nowhere else. 
Mrs. Rachel had still another item news. 
"They've given the Carmody school to a Priscilla Grant. 




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She half started back. 
"No, not 
"Then what should I do? Kill myself?" 
"You speak in purely materialistic terms," she objected. "There is such a thing as moral courage, and moral is never without effect." 
"Ah," I smiled, "you advise me to kill neither him nor myself, but to let him kill me." I held up my hand as she was about to speak. "For moral is a worthless asset on this little floating world. Leach, one the men were murdered, had moral to an unusual degree. So had the other man, Johnson. Not only did it not stand them in good stead, but it destroyed them. And so with me if I should exercise what little moral I may possess. 
"You must understand, Miss Brewster, and understand clearly, that this man is a monster. He is without conscience. Nothing is sacred to him, nothing is too terrible for him to do. It was due to his whim that I was detained aboard in the first place. It is due to his whim that I am still alive. I do nothing, can do nothing, because I am a slave to this monster, as you are now a slave to because I desire to live, as you will desire to live; because I cannot fight and overcome him, just as you will not be able to fight and overcome 
She waited for me to go on. 
"What remains? Mine is the r”le the weak. I remain silent and suffer ignominy, as you will remain silent and suffer ignominy. And it is well. It is the best we can do if we wish to live. The battle is not always to the strong. We have not the strength with which to fight this we must dissimulate, and win, if we can, by craft. If you will be advised by me, this is what you will do. I know my position is perilous, and I may say frankly that yours is even more perilous. We must stand together, without appearing to do so, in alliance. shall not be able to side with you openly, and, no what indignities may be upon me, you are to remain likewise silent. We must provoke no scenes with this man, nor cross his will. And we must keep smiling faces and be friendly with him no how repulsive it may be." 
She brushed her hand across her forehead in a puzzled way, saying, "Still I do not understand." 
"You must do as I say," I interrupted authoritatively, for saw Wolf Larsen's gaze wandering toward us from where he paced up and down with Latimer amidships. "Do as I say, and ere you will find am right." 
"What shall I do, then?" she asked, detecting the glance I had shot at the object our conversation, and impressed, flatter myself, with the earnestness my manner. 
"Dispense with all the moral you can," I said briskly. "Don't arouse this man's animosity. Be quite friendly with him, talk with him, discuss literature and art with him -- he is fond such things. You will find him an listener and no fool. And for your own sake try to avoid witnessing, as much as you can, the brutalities the It will make it easier for you to act your part." 
"I am to lie," she said in steady, rebellious tones, "by speech and action to lie." 
Wolf Larsen had separated from Latimer and was coming toward us. I was desperate. 
"Please, please understand me," I said hurriedly, lowering my voice. "All your experience men and things is worthless here. You must begin over again. I know, -- I can see it, -- you have, other ways, been used to managing people with your eyes, letting your moral speak out through them, as it You have already managed me with your eyes, commanded me with them. But don't try it on Wolf Larsen. You could as easily control a lion, while he would make a mock you. He would -- I have always been proud the fact that discovered him," I said, turning the conversation as Wolf Larsen on the poop and joined us. editors were afraid him and the publishers would have none him. But I and his genius and my judgment were vindicated when he made that magnificent hit with his `Forge. 







Tom got out his chiefest jewel, a brass knob from the top an andiron, and passed it around her so that she could see it, and said: 
"Please, Becky, won't you take it?" 
She struck it to the floor. Then Tom marched out the house and over the and far away, to return to school no more that day. Presently began to suspect. She ran to the door; he was not in sight; she flew around to the play-yard; he was not there. Then she called: 
"Tom! Come back, Tom!" 
She listened intently, but there was no answer. She had no companions but silence and loneliness. So she sat down to cry again and herself; and by this time the scholars began to gather again, and she had to hide her griefs and still her broken heart and take up the cross a long, dreary, afternoon, with none the strangers about her to exchange sorrows with. 
Tom dodged hither and thither through lanes until he was well out the track returning scholars, and then fell into a moody jog. He crossed a small "branch" two or three times, because a prevailing juvenile superstition that to cross water baffled pursuit. Half an hour later he was disappearing behind the Douglas mansion on the summit Cardiff Hill, and the school-house was hardly distinguishable away off in the valley behind him. He entered a dense wood, picked his pathless way to the centre it, and sat down on a mossy under a spreading oak. There was not even a zephyr stirring; the dead noonday heat had even stilled the songs the birds; nature lay in a trance that was broken by no sound but the occasional far-off hammering a woodpecker, and this seemed to render the pervading silence and sense loneliness the more profound. The boy's soul was steeped in melancholy; his were in happy accord with his surroundings. He sat with his elbows on his knees and his chin in his hands, meditating. It seemed to him that life was but a trouble, at best, and he more than half envied Jimmy Hodges, so lately released; it must be peaceful, he thought, to and slumber and dream forever and ever, with the wind whispering through the trees and caressing the grass and the flowers over the grave, and nothing to bother and grieve about, ever any more. If he only had a clean Sunday-school record he could be willing to go, and be done with it all. Now as to this girl. What had he done? Nothing. He had meant the best in the world, and been treated like a dog -- like a dog. She would be sorry some day -- maybe when it was too late. Ah, if he could only die temporarily! 
But the elastic heart youth cannot be compressed into one constrained shape at a time. Tom presently began to drift insensibly back into the concerns this life again. What if he turned his back, now, and disappeared mysteriously? What if he went away -- ever so far away, into unknown countries beyond the seas -- and never came back any more! How would she feel then! The idea being a clown recurred to him now, only to fill him with disgust. For frivolity and jokes and spotted tights were an offense, when they intruded themselves upon a spirit that was exalted into the vague august realm the romantic. No, he would be a soldier, and return after years, all war-worn and illustrious. No -- better still, he would join the Indians, and hunt buffaloes and go on the warpath in the ranges and the trackless great plains the Far West, and away in the come back a great chief, bristling with feathers, hideous with paint, and prance into Sunday-school, some drowsy summer morning, with a war-whoop, and sear the eyeballs all his companions with unappeasable envy. But no, there was something gaudier even than He would be a pirate! That was it! Now his lay before him, and glowing with unimaginable splendor. How his name would fill the world, and make people shudder! How gloriously he would go plowing the dancing seas, in his long, low, black-hulled racer, the Spirit the Storm, with his grisly flag flying at the fore! And at the zenith his fame, how he would suddenly appear at the old village and stalk into church, brown and weather-beaten, in his black velvet doublet and trunks, his great jack-boots, his crimson sash, his belt bristling with horse-pistols, his crime-rusted cutlass at his side, his slouch hat with waving plumes, his black flag unfurled, with the skull and crossbones on it, and hear with swelling ecstasy the whisperings, Tom Sawyer the Pirate! -- the Black Avenger the Spanish Main!" 
Yes, it was settled; his career was determined. He would run away from home and upon it. He would start the next morning. Therefore he must now begin to get He would collect his resources together. He went to a rotten log near at hand and began to dig under one end it with his Barlow knife. He soon struck wood that sounded hollow. He his hand there and uttered this incantation impressively: 
"What hasn't come here, come! What's here, stay here!" 
Then he scraped away the dirt, and exposed a pine shingle. He took it up and disclosed a shapely little treasure-house whose bottom and sides were shingles. In it lay a marble. Tom's astonishment was boundless! He scratched his head with a air, and said: 
that beats anything!" 
Then he tossed the away and stood cogitating. The truth was, that a superstition his had failed, here, which he and all his comrades had always looked upon as infallible. If you buried a with certain necessary incantations, and left it alone a fortnight, and then opened the place with the incantation he had just used, you would find that all the marbles you had ever lost had gathered themselves together there, meantime, no how they had been separated. But now, this thing had actually and unquestionably failed. Tom's whole structure faith was shaken to foundations. He had many a time heard this thing succeeding but never failing before. It did not occur to him that he had tried it times before, himself, but could never find the hiding-places afterward. He puzzled over the some time, and finally decided that some had interfered and broken the charm. He thought he would satisfy himself on that point; so he searched around till he found a small sandy with a little funnel-shaped depression in it. He laid himself down and his mouth close to this depression and called -- 
"Doodle-bug, doodle-bug, tell me what I want to know! Doodle-bug, doodle-bug, tell me what I want to know!" 
The sand began to work, and presently a small black bug appeared for a second and then darted under again in a fright. 
dasn't tell! So it was a that done it. I just knowed it." 
He well knew the futility trying to contend against witches, so he gave up discouraged. But it occurred to him that he might as well have the he had just thrown away, and therefore he went and made a patient for it. But he could not find it. Now he went back to his treasure-house and carefully placed himself just as he had been standing when he tossed the away; then he took another from his pocket and tossed it in the same way, saying: 
"Brother, go find your brother!" 
He watched where it stopped, and went there and looked. But it must have fallen short or gone too far; so he tried twice more. The last repetition was successful. The two marbles lay within a foot each other. 
Just here the blast a toy tin trumpet came faintly down the green aisles the forest. Tom flung off his jacket and trousers, turned a suspender into a belt, raked away some brush behind the rotten log, disclosing a rude bow and arrow, a lath sword and a tin trumpet, and in a moment had seized these things and bounded away, barelegged, with fluttering shirt. He presently halted under a great elm, blew an answering blast, and then began to tiptoe and look warily out, this way and  
 



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door, and he was frightened until he saw we 
"Surrender!" hissed Oswald, in a desperate-sounding voice, as he caught the arm the Unwary. And Albert-next-door said, "All right! I'm surrendering as hard as I can. You needn't pull my arm off."
We explained to him that resistance was useless, and I think he saw that from the first. We held him tight by both arms, and we marched him home down the hill in a hollow square five.
He wanted to tell us about the guy, but we made him see that it was not for prisoners to talk to the guard, especially about guys that the prisoner had been told not to go after because his cold.
When we got to where we live he said, "All right, I don't want to tell you. You'll wish I had afterwards. You never saw such a guy."
"I can see you!" said H.O. It was rude, and Oswald told him so at once, because it is his as an elder brother. But H.O. is young and does not know better yet, and besides it wasn't bad for H.O. 
 



 
 

Okay, I Now, where is she? 
A shark darted to my left. Beyond it was a large octopus. There. Her ragged yellow dress stuck out from behind a boulder.
I fired three times through the boulder and then rolled behind a large, pink fan coral. Just before I got there, I saw the bag lady fall, hold her head a moment and then straighten up. I might not be stopping her but she'd have a whale a headache, I thought, firing another three shots. 
I made a dash for where I hoped the couch was. A rain needles followed me and licked through the heel my right shoe. Finding the couch by feel, I dropped behind it, for a After taking a deep breath, I peered around the now invisible couch and fired two more rounds at the bag lady was standing in sight on the ocean floor. She stumbled as both bullets hit her. I took careful aim and placed two more hits on her face and saw a bit her mask break away.
I held my breath and watched as she again fell. Then she struggled to get up again. 
She was one tough old battle-ax.
I crouched out her sight and realized the slide on my Beretta was locked open. Empty. I'm sure glad I have a box shells out in the van, I thought grimly.
I peeked around the couch again. The bag lady was slowly rising to her feet once again.
Escape out the door? Maybe. But where was it? I looked in the direction where I knew it must be, but could see only endless ocean with a small saucer sub in the distance. I turned back and--
There she was standing over me, the muzzle her smoking weapon trained right over my chest.
I froze. 
Her broken plastic ballistic mask fell away as she tugged at it to reveal a leathery, wrinkled face with a number red welts and a cut where my bullets had hit her mask. She didn't look at all happy. Her rifle moved up from my heart to my face in her rock-steady hands. 
At least it will be quick, I She suddenly got a funny, twitchy grin and her whole face contorted into a smile. 
I waited for a swarm needles to rip off my face. 
Instead, her head rolled off her shoulders. Her decapitated body stood for a moment, spurting blood, then crumpled. It didn't look like she was having any fun at all.
"What the... ?" I muttered.
The ocean faded out and I was again in the living with a grinning, scared head at my feet. I back as the old lady's blood soaked into the thick carpeting.
"Sorry I took so long," Nikki said, trying not to look at the body. 



 


It is easy to pity Lear in this play, it is harder, however, to understand why he did what he did. 
Certainly, at the least, he was a foolish old man, thought the idea dividing his kingdom up 
his three daughters according to said she loved him most would flatter his ego. Ironically it 
was Gloucester was blinded physically, when in reality Lear was just as blind figuratively. All around 
him for the entire play were people loved him more than life itself, yet his passion and the madness 
created by that passion would not let him see. Lear's undying love is seen most all when we are given 
this extremely vivid mental picture a despondent father carrying his dead daughter in his arms, tears 
streaming down his face. 
We see what Lear is like in the end his life, and he is a sympathetic character, but the 
King's character in the beginning is all about his personal power and ultimate control. His exrtremely 
arrogant pride provides him the strength and confidence to defend and rule a feudal kingdom, but at the 
same time blinds him from recognizing true love and loyalty. 




The dawn was beginning to break when Mowgli went down the hillside alone, to meet those mysterious things that are called men. 
All that is told here some time before Mowgli was turned out the Seeonee Wolf Pack, or revenged himself on Shere Khan the tiger. It was in the days when Baloo was teaching him the Law the Jungle. The big, serious, old brown bear was delighted to have so quick a pupil, for the young wolves will only learn as much the Law the Jungle as applies to their own pack and tribe, and run away as soon as they can repeat the Hunting Verse --"Feet that make no noise; eyes that can see in the dark; ears that can hear the winds in their lairs, and sharp white teeth, all these things are the marks our brothers Tabaqui the Jackal and the Hyaena whom we hate." But Mowgli, as a man-cub, had to learn a great deal more than Sometimes Bagheera the Black Panther would come lounging through the jungle to see how his pet was getting on, and would purr with his head against a tree while Mowgli recited the day's to Baloo. The boy could climb almost as well as he could swim, and swim almost as well as he could run. So Baloo, the Teacher the Law, taught him the Wood and Water Laws: how to tell a rotten branch from a sound how to speak politely to the wild bees when he came upon a hive them fifty feet above ground; what to say to Mang the Bat when he disturbed him in the branches at midday; and how to warn the water-snakes in the pools before he splashed down them. None the Jungle People like being disturbed, and all are ready to fly at an intruder. Then, too, Mowgli was taught the Strangers' Hunting Call, which must be repeated aloud till it is answered, whenever one the Jungle-People hunts outside his own grounds. It means, translated, "Give me leave to hunt here because I am hungry." And the answer is, "Hunt then for food, but not for pleasure." 
All this will show you how much Mowgli had to learn by heart, and he grew tired saying the same thing over a hundred times. But, as Baloo said to Bagheera, one day when Mowgli had been cuffed and run off in a temper, "A man's cub is a man's cub, and he must learn all the Law the Jungle." 
think how small he is," said the Black Panther, would have spoiled Mowgli if he had had his own way. "How can his little head carry all thy talk?" 
"Is there anything in the jungle too little to be killed? No. That is why I teach him these and that is why I hit him, softly, when he forgets." 
"Softly! What dost thou know softness, old Iron-feet?" Bagheera grunted. "His face is all bruised today by thy-- softness. Ugh." 
"Better he should be bruised from head to foot by me love him than that he should come to harm through ignorance," Baloo answered earnestly. "I am now teaching him the Master Words the Jungle that shall protect him with the birds and the Snake People, and all that hunt on four feet, his own pack. He can now claim protection, if he will only remember the words, from all in the jungle. Is not that worth a little beating?" 
look to it then that thou dost not kill the man-cub. He is no tree trunk to sharpen thy blunt claws upon. But what are those Master Words? I am more likely to give help than to ask it" --Bagheera stretched out one paw and admired the steel-blue, ripping-chisel talons at the end it--"still I should like to know." 
"I will call Mowgli and he shall say them--if he will. Come, Little Brother!" 
"My head is ringing like a bee tree," said a sullen little voice over their heads, and Mowgli slid down a tree trunk angry and indignant, adding as he reached the ground: "I come for Bagheera and not for thee, old Baloo!" 
is all one to me," said Baloo, though he was hurt and grieved. Bagheera, then, the Master Words the Jungle that I have taught thee this day." 
"Master Words for which people?" said Mowgli, delighted to show off. jungle has many tongues. I know them all." 
"A little thou knowest, but not much. O Bagheera, they never thank their teacher. Not one small wolfling has ever come back to thank old Baloo for his teachings. Say the word for the Hunting-People, then--great scholar." 
be one blood, ye and I," said Mowgli, giving the words the Bear accent which all the Hunting People use. 
"Good. Now for the birds." 
Mowgli repeated, with the Kite's whistle at the end the sentence. 
"Now for the Snake-People," said Bagheera. 
The answer was a perfectly indescribable hiss, and Mowgli kicked up his feet behind, clapped his hands together to applaud himself, and jumped on to Bagheera's back, where he sat sideways, drumming with his heels on the glossy skin and making the worst faces he could think at Baloo. 
"There--there! That was worth a little bruise," said the brown bear tenderly. "Some day thou wilt remember me." Then he turned aside to tell Bagheera how he had begged the Master Words from Hathi the Wild Elephant, knows all about these and how Hathi had taken Mowgli down to a pool to get the Snake Word from a water-snake, because Baloo could not pronounce it, and how Mowgli was now reasonably against all accidents in the jungle, because neither snake, bird, nor beast would hurt him. 
one then is to be feared," Baloo wound up, patting his big furry stomach with pride. 




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In the fictitious novel Tale Two Cities, the author, Charles Dickens, 
lays out a brilliant plot. Charles Dickens was born in England on February 
7, 1812 near the south coast. His family moved to London when he was ten 
years old and quickly went into debt. To help support himself, Charles went 
to work at a blacking warehouse when he was twelve. His father was soon 
imprisoned for debt and shortly thereafter the rest the family split 
apart. Charles continued to work at the blacking warehouse even after his 
father inherited some money and got out prison. When he was thirteen, 
Dickens went back to school for two years. He later learned shorthand and 
became a freelance court reporter. He started out as a journalist at the 
age twenty and later wrote his first novel, The Pickwick Papers. He went 
on to write many other novels, including Tale Two Cities in 1859. 
Tale Two Cities takes place in France and England during the troubled 
times the French Revolution. There are travels by the characters between 
the countries, but most the action takes place in Paris, France. The 
wineshop in Paris is the hot for the French revolutionists, mostly 
because the wineshop owner, Ernest Defarge, and his wife, Madame Defarge, 
are key leaders and officials the revolution. 
 
 






  

 

Profound silence; silence so deep that even their breathings were conspicuous in the hush. Tom shouted. The call went echoing down the empty aisles and died out in the distance in a faint sound that resembled a ripple mocking laughter. 
"Oh, don't do it again, Tom, it is too horrid," said Becky. 
"It is horrid, but I better, Becky; they might hear us, you know," and he shouted again. 
The "might" was even a chillier horror than the ghostly laughter, it so confessed a perishing hope. The stood still and listened; but there was no result. Tom turned upon the back track at once, and hurried his steps. It was but a little while before a certain indecision in his manner revealed another fearful fact to -- he could not find his way back! 
"Oh, Tom, you didn't make any marks!" 
"Becky, I was such a fool! Such a fool! I never thought we might want to come back! No -- I can't find the way. It's all up." 
"Tom, Tom, we're lost! we're lost! We never can get out this place! Oh, why did we ever leave the others!" 
She sank to the and burst into such a frenzy crying that Tom was appalled with the idea that she might die, or lose her reason. He sat down by her and his arms around her; she buried her face in his bosom, she clung to him, she poured out her terrors, her unavailing regrets, and the far echoes turned them all to jeering laughter. Tom begged her to pluck up hope again, and she said she could not. He fell to blaming and abusing himself for getting her into this miserable situation; this had a better effect. She said she would try to hope again, she would get up and follow wherever he might lead if only he would not talk like that any more. For he was no more to blame than she, she said. 
So they moved on again -- aimlessly -- simply at random -- all they could do was to move, keep moving. For a little while, hope made a show reviving -- not with any reason to back it, but only because it is nature to revive when the spring has not been taken out it by age and familiarity with failure. 
By-and-by Tom took Becky's candle and blew it out. This economy meant so much! Words were not needed. and her hope died again. She knew that Tom had a whole candle and three or four pieces in his pockets -- yet he must economize. 
By-and-by, fatigue began to assert claims; the tried to pay attention, for it was to think sitting down when time was grown to be so precious, moving, in some direction, in any direction, was at least progress and might bear fruit; but to sit down was to invite death and shorten pursuit. 
At last Becky's frail limbs refused to carry her farther. She sat down. Tom rested with her, and they talked home, and the friends there, and the comfortable beds and, above all, the light! and Tom tried to think some way comforting her, but all his encouragements were grown threadbare with use, and sounded like sarcasms. Fatigue bore so heavily upon that she drowsed off to sleep. Tom was grateful. He sat looking into her drawn face and saw it grow smooth and under the influence pleasant dreams; and by-and-by a smile dawned and rested there. The peaceful face reflected somewhat peace and healing into his own spirit, and his thoughts away to bygone times and dreamy memories. While he was deep in his musings, woke up with a breezy little laugh -- but it was stricken dead upon her lips, and a groan followed it. 
"Oh, how could I sleep! I wish I never, never had waked! No! No, I don't, Tom! Don't look so! I won't say it again." 
"I'm glad you've slept, Becky; you'll feel rested, now, and we'll find the way out." 
can try, Tom; but I've seen such a beautiful country in my dream. I reckon we are going there." 
"Maybe not, maybe not. Cheer up, Becky, and let's go on trying. 




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Homer: "Don't worry Lisa, if I'm wrong, I'll repent on my death bed." (Meyer) 
The Simpsons is not just an enemy Christianity, though. In one episode, where Krusty the Clown is reunited with his father, a rabbi, almost the entire episode is spent making fun Judaism. Lisa asks Bart, "Do you know what a rabbi's most valued possession is?" 
Bart replied, "I dunno, those stupid little hats." Hinduism is constantly joked with by using East Indian, Kwik-E-Mart clerk, Apu 
Mahasapeemapitalon. Apu is once asked if he is Hindu. He replied, 
"By the thousand arms Bishna, I swear it is a lie." Once Homer was in the Kwik-E-Mart: Homer: "Hey Apu. No offense, but when they were handing out religions, you must have been on the can." 
Apu: "Mr. Simpson, please take your jerky and get out and come again!" (Meyer) 
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The Christians were angry because the Jews crucified Christ. The Jews were angry because the Christians took their religion, changed some ideas and principles, and called the outcome Christianity. The Jews and Christians were never friendly after the Crucifixion Jesus 
Christ, and this was just the climax their hate for each other. 



 

Haiti from 1889 to 1891. He died on February 29, 1895. He was honored as the nation's greatest black 
leader.
all the scientists to emerge from the nineteenth and twentieth centuries there is one whose name is known by 
almost all living people. While most these do not understand this man's work, everyone knows that impact on 
the world is astonishing. Yes, many have heard Einstein's General Theory relativity, but few 
know about the intriguing life that led this to discover what some have greatest single 
achievement human thought." 
Einstein was born in Ulm, Germany on March 14, 1874. Before his first birthday, his family had moved to Munich 
where young Albert's father, Hermann Einstein, and uncle set up a small electro-chemical business. 


 

Community Development Program, which has the entire country into community development blocks, averaging about a hundred villages each. 
Village-level workers within each are the chief links between the government and the villagers. They bring news to the villagers developments that might benefit them and report back the sentiments the people (Concise). 
The artistic and literary heritage India is exceptionally rich. Probably most renowned are the country's architectural masterpieces. These date from many ages. The ancient Buddhist domed stupa, or shrine, at Sanchi was probably begun by the emperor Asoka in the mid-3rd BC. The Kailasa Temple at Ellora was carved out solid rock in the 8th The enormous, elaborately sculptured 
Sun Temple at Konarak dates from the 13th century, and the Minakshi Temple in Madurai, with striking outer towers and inner Hall 1,000 Pillars, from the 16th The sublime Taj Mahal at Agra was built in the 17th by the Mughal emperor Shah Jahan as a mausoleum for his favorite wife. Every major region and religious group India has produced works extraordinary merit. Hindu and Jaina temples are usually richly embellished by sculpture. Because the Islamic opposition to representative art, mosques are comparatively austere and rely for adornment largely on inlaid stonework, decorative tiles, geometric designs in stone, plaster, or wood, and ornate calligraphy (Compton's). 
Painting is less developed, and much the work the past has fallen victim to weather. However, the well-preserved, sensuous cave paintings at Ajanta, dating from the 
1st BC to the 7th AD, demonstrate great technical proficiency at an early date. Altogether is the lyric and romantic style the various schools miniature painting that flourished in the courts the Mughals and the Rajput princes in the 16th and subsequent centuries. 
Modern painting, inspired by both European and Far Eastern models, has had internationally recognized exponents. 
Classical Indian music, dance, and drama are linked. Their roots go back nearly 2,000 years. Their mastery calls for great discipline and intensive practice. Each has a conventionalized"language" that demands considerable sophistication on the the audience. As with architecture, a number regional styles have developed. 
Folk music and also show regional variations (Compton's). 
The literature India covers many fields knowledge, but religious and philosophical texts are particularly numerous. 
 
 

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Holes FAQ). Though the equations are valid, wormholes most assuredly do not exist. If they did it 
would probably send shivers up the fiction community’s spine. 
In the book, Speaking, the Author, Eric Chaisson says, “The world is 
littered with mathematically elegant theories that apparently have no basis in reality” (182). Although 
black holes have not been conclusively proven to exist, there is strong evidence, in the observable 
universe, that they do. Black holes are important to the world cosmology. 


 

Let us draw the curtain charity over the rest the scene. 
About half-past ten the cracked bell the small church began to ring, and presently the people began to gather for the morning sermon. The Sunday-school distributed themselves about the house and pews with their parents, so as to be under supervision. Aunt Polly came, and Tom and Sid and Mary sat with her -- Tom being placed next the aisle, in order that he might be as far away from the open window and the seductive outside summer scenes as possible. The crowd filed up the aisles: the aged and needy postmaster, had seen better days; the mayor and his -- for they had a mayor there, other unnecessaries; the justice the peace; the widow Douglass, smart, and forty, a generous, good-hearted soul and well-to-do, her hill mansion the only palace in the and the most hospitable and much the most lavish in the festivities that St. Petersburg could boast; the and venerable Major and Mrs. Ward; lawyer Riverson, the new notable from a distance; next the belle the village, followed by a troop lawn-clad and ribbon-decked young heart-breakers; then all the young clerks in in a body -- for they had stood in the vestibule sucking their cane-heads, a circling wall oiled and simpering admirers, till the last girl had run their gantlet; and last all came the Model Boy, Willie Mufferson, taking as heedful care his mother as if she were cut glass. He always brought his mother to church, and was the pride all the matrons. The boys all hated him, he was so And besides, he had been "thrown up to them" so much. His white handkerchief was out his pocket behind, as usual on Sundays -- accidentally. Tom had no handkerchief, and he looked upon boys had as snobs. 
The congregation being fully assembled, now, the bell rang once more, to warn laggards and stragglers, and then a solemn hush fell upon the church which was only broken by the tittering and whispering the choir in the gallery. The choir always tittered and whispered all through service. There was once a church choir that was not ill-bred, but I have forgotten where it was, now. It was a great many years and I can scarcely remember anything about it, but I think it was in some foreign country. 
The minister gave out the hymn, and read it through with a relish, in a peculiar style which was much admired in that the country. His voice began on a medium key and climbed steadily up till it reached a certain point, where it bore with strong emphasis upon the topmost word and then plunged down as if from a spring-board: 
Shall I be car-ri-ed toe the skies, on flow'ry beds
ease,
Whilst others fight to the prize, and sail thro' bloody seas?
He was regarded as a wonderful reader. At church "sociables" he was always called upon to read poetry; and when he was through, the ladies would lift up their hands and let them fall helplessly in their laps, and "wall" their eyes, and shake their heads, as much as to say, "Words cannot it; it is too beautiful, too beautiful for this mortal earth." 
After the hymn had been sung, the Rev. Mr. Sprague turned himself into a bulletin-board, and read off "notices" meetings and societies and things till it seemed that the list would stretch out to the crack doom -- a queer custom which is still kept up in America, even in cities, away here in this age newspapers. Often, the less there is to justify a traditional custom, the harder it is to get rid it. 
And now the minister prayed. A good, generous prayer it was, and went into details: it pleaded for the church, and the little the church; for the other churches the village; for the village itself; for the county; for the State; for the State officers; for the United States; for the churches the United States; for Congress; for the President; for the officers the Government; for poor sailors, tossed by stormy seas; for the oppressed millions groaning under the heel European monarchies and Oriental despotisms; for such as have the light and the good tidings, and yet have not eyes to see nor ears to hear withal; for the heathen in the far islands the sea; and with a supplication that the words he was about to speak might find grace and favor, and be as seed sown in fertile ground, yielding in time a grateful harvest Amen. 
There was a rustling dresses, and the standing congregation sat down. The boy whose history this book relates did not enjoy the prayer, he only endured it -- if he even did that much. He was restive all through it; he kept tally the details the prayer, unconsciously -- for he was not listening, but he knew the old, and the clergyman's regular route over it -- and when a little trifle new was interlarded, his ear detected it and his whole nature resented it; he considered additions unfair, and scoundrelly. In the midst the prayer a fly had lit on the back the pew in front him and tortured his spirit by calmly rubbing hands together, embracing head with arms, and polishing it so vigorously that it seemed to almost company with the body, and the slender thread a neck was exposed to view; scraping wings with hind legs and smoothing them to body as if they had been coat-tails; going through whole toilet as tranquilly as if it knew it was perfectly safe. As it was; for as sorely as Tom's hands itched to grab for it they did not dare -- he believed his soul would be instantly destroyed if he did such a thing while the prayer was going on. But with the closing sentence his hand began to curve and steal forward; and the instant the "Amen" was out the fly was a prisoner war. His aunt detected the act and made him let it go. 
The minister gave out his text and droned along monotonously through an argument that was so prosy that many a head by and by began to nod -- and yet it was an argument that dealt in limitless fire and brimstone and thinned the predestined elect down to a company so small as to be hardly worth the saving. Tom counted the pages the sermon; after church he always knew how many pages there had been, but he seldom knew anything else about the discourse. However, this time he was really for a little while. The minister made a and moving picture the assembling together the hosts at the millennium when the and the lamb should down together and a little child should lead them. But the pathos, the lesson, the moral the great spectacle were lost upon the boy; he only thought the conspicuousness the principal character before the on-looking nations; his face lit with the thought, and he said to himself that he wished he could be that child, if it was a tame 
Now he lapsed into suffering again, as the dry argument was resumed. Presently he bethought him a treasure he had and got it out. It was a large black beetle with formidable jaws -- a "pinchbug," he called it. It was in a percussion-cap box. The first thing the beetle did was to take him by the finger. A fillip followed, the beetle went floundering into the aisle and lit on back, and the hurt finger went into the boy's mouth. The beetle lay there working helpless legs, unable to turn over. Tom eyed it, and longed for it; but it was out his reach. Other people uninterested in the sermon found relief in the beetle, and they eyed it too. Presently a vagrant poodle dog came idling along, sad at heart, lazy with the summer softness and the quiet, weary captivity, sighing for change. He spied the beetle; the drooping tail lifted and wagged. He surveyed the prize; walked around it; smelt at it from a distance; walked around it again; grew bolder, and took a closer smell; then lifted his lip and made a gingerly snatch at it, just missing it; made another, and another; began to enjoy the diversion; subsided to his stomach with the beetle between his paws, and continued his experiments; grew weary at last, and then indifferent and absent-minded. His head nodded, and little by little his chin descended and touched the enemy, seized it. There was a sharp yelp, a flirt the poodle's head, and the beetle fell a couple yards away, and lit on back once more. The neighboring spectators shook with a gentle inward faces went behind fans and handkerchiefs, and Tom was entirely happy. The dog looked foolish, and probably felt so; but there was resentment in his heart, too, and a craving for revenge. So he went to the beetle and began a wary attack on it again; jumping at it from every point a circle, lighting with his fore-paws within an inch the creature, making even closer snatches at it with his teeth, and jerking his head till his ears flapped again. But he grew tired once more, after a while; tried to amuse himself with a fly but found no relief; followed an ant around, with his close to the floor, and quickly wearied that; yawned, sighed, forgot the beetle entirely, and sat down on it. Then there was a wild yelp agony and the poodle went sailing up the aisle; the yelps continued, and so did the dog; he crossed the house in front the altar; he flew down the other aisle; he crossed before the doors; he clamored up the home-stretch; his anguish grew with his progress, till presently he was but a woolly comet moving in orbit with the gleam and the speed light. At last the frantic sufferer sheered from course, and sprang into master's lap; he flung it out the window, and the voice distress quickly thinned away and died in the distance. 





Paul, however wrote back, saying regretfully that he could not come that year. He was going abroad for two year's study. 
"When I return I'll come to Four Winds, Teacher," he wrote. 
meanwhile, Captain Jim is growing old," said Anne, sorrowfully, there is nobody to write his life-book." 
The ice in the harbor grew black and rotten in the March suns; in April there were blue waters and a windy, white-capped gulf again; and again the Four Winds light begemmed the twilights. 
"I'm so glad to see it once more," said Anne, on the first evening reappearance. "I've missed it so all winter. The northwestern sky has seemed blank and lonely without it." 
The land was tender with brand-new, golden-green, baby leaves. There was an emerald mist on the beyond the Glen. The seaward valleys were full fairy mists at dawn. 
Vibrant winds came and went with salt foam in their The sea laughed and flashed and preened and allured, like a beautiful, coquettish woman. The herring schooled and the fishing village woke to life. The harbor was alive with white sails making for the channel. The ships began to sail outward and inward again. 
a spring day like this," said Anne, "I know exactly what my soul will feel like on the resurrection morning." 
"There are times in spring when I sorter feel that I might have been a poet if I'd been caught young," remarked Captain Jim. "I catch myself conning over old lines and verses I heard the schoolmaster reciting years ago. They don't trouble me at other times. Now I feel as if I had to get out on the or the fields or the water and spout them." 
Captain Jim had come up that afternoon to bring Anne a load shells for her garden, and a little bunch sweet-grass which he had found in a ramble over the sand dunes. 
getting real scarce along this shore now," he said. "When I was a boy there was a-plenty it. But now it's only once in a while you'll find a plot--and never when you're looking for it. You jest have to stumble on it--you're walking along on the sand never thinking sweet-grass--and all at once the air is full sweetness-- and there's the grass under your feet. I favor the smell sweet-grass. It always makes me think my mother." 
"She was fond it?" asked Anne. 
"Not that I knows on. Dunno's she ever saw any sweet-grass. No, it's because it has a kind motherly perfume--not too young, you understand--something kind seasoned and wholesome and dependable--jest like a mother. The schoolmaster's bride always kept it her handkerchiefs. You might that little bunch yours, Mistress Blythe. I don't like these boughten scents-- but a whiff sweet-grass belongs a lady does." 
Anne had not been especially enthusiastic over the idea surrounding her flower beds with quahog shells; as a decoration they did not appeal to her on first But she would not have hurt Captain Jim's for anything; so she assumed a virtue she did not at first feel, and thanked him heartily. And when Captain Jim had proudly encircled every bed with a rim the big, milk-white shells, Anne found to her surprise that she liked the effect. On a lawn, or even up at the Glen, they would not have been in keeping, but here, in the old-fashioned, sea-bound garden the little house dreams, they belonged. 
"They do look nice," she said sincerely. 
schoolmaster's bride always had cowhawks round her beds," said Captain Jim. "She was a master hand with flowers. She looked at 'em--and touched 'em--so--and they grew like mad. Some folks have that knack--I reckon you have it, too, Mistress Blythe." 
"Oh, I don't know--but I love my garden, and I love working in it. To potter with green, growing watching each day to see the dear, new sprouts come up, is like taking a hand in creation, I think. Just now my garden is like faith--the substance things hoped But bide a wee." 
"It always amazes me to look at the little, wrinkled brown seeds and think the rainbows in 'em," said  



 
 

Also, she uses simple wording, narration and a somewhat comic anecdote her experiences, effectively leading the reader into drawing negative conclusions about the new consumer oriented computer. She does not truly attempt to be objective but gives that illusion by shortly stating in the first paragraph: ''a reasonable, professional choice in a world where Microsoft platforms are everywhere''. This was a reasonably good that inspires in the reader to believe that Ellen Ullman is waying the good and the bad. 
Further more, once finished, the reader can only conclude that there where so many more bad things than good things about Microsoft that it most likely a bad product hinged on reducing our freedom. This conclusion is course the only one possible to anyone how reads the essay. she made it this way but without actually this opinion herself, she is merle telling a story littered with an unfavourable tone that seeped out the text by her choice wording: "My computer. I've always hated this icon''. 
Ullman infintilizes windows in order to ridicule it in order to further convince the reader the negativity these sorts programs. Ullman's purpose in writing her essay was to warn the reader the dangers that may insue from the over simplification such a complex machine, the title she chose conveys her convictions well. But as she her misfortunes with Windows she makes usage certain terms and that not just any one can understand, she wrote this essay for an audience others such computer fans that she try’s to convince the perils forgetting how a computer really works, not just how the operating system works. 
In conclusions, 
Ellen Ullman's ultimate goal was that Corporate America saw the complex computer as a wild beast inaccessible to most, so they tinkered with to finally made it the new user-friendly computer system, man's new best friend. 
But in doing so they destroyed it's instincts. Her vision the industry is most obviously a personal one and through her essay she ultimately succeeds in persuading the reader that her convictions are almost fact. This is a good example how one's opinions can be successfully diffused to others. 
During the past decade, our society has become based solely on the ability to move large amounts information across large distances quickly. Computerization has influenced everyone's life. The evolution computers and this need for ultra-fast communications has caused a global network interconnected computers to develop. This global net allows a person to send E-mail across the world in mere fractions a second, and enables even the common person to access information world-wide. With advances such as software that allows users with a sound card to use the Internet as a carrier for distance voice calls and video conferencing, this network is key to the the knowledge society. At present, this net is the epitome the first amendment: free speech. 
It is a place where people can speak their mind without being reprimanded for what they say, or how they choose to say it. 
The key to the world-wide success the 
Internet is protection free speech, not only in America, but in other countries where free speech is not by a constitution. To be found on the Internet is a huge collection obscene graphics, 
Anarchists' cookbooks and countless other things that offend some people. With over 
30 million Internet users in the U.S. alone (only 3 million which surf the net from home), everything is bound to offend someone. 
The newest wave laws floating through law making bodies around the world threatens to stifle this area spontaneity. Recently, Congress has been considering passing laws that will make it a crime punishable by jail to send "vulgar" language over the net, and to export software. No how small, any attempt at government intervention in the Internet will stifle the greatest innovation this The government to maintain control over this new form communication, and they are trying to use the protection as a smoke screen to pass laws that will allow them to regulate and censor the Internet, while banning techniques that could eliminate the need for regulation. 
Censorship the Internet threatens to destroy freelance atmosphere, while spread could help prevent the need for government intervention. 
The current body laws existing today in America does not well to the 
Internet. Is the Internet like a bookstore, where servers cannot be expected to review every title? Is it like a phone company must ignore what it carries because privacy? Is it like a broadcasting medium, where the government monitors what is broadcast? The trouble is that the Internet can be all or none these things depending on how it's used. 
The Internet cannot be viewed as one type transfer medium under current broadcast definitions. 
The Internet differs from broadcasting media in that one cannot just happen upon a vulgar without first entering a complicated or a link from another source. Internet is much more like going into a book store and choosing to look at adult magazines." (Miller 75). 
Jim Exon, a democratic senator from Nebraska, to pass a decency bill regulating the Internet. If the bill passes, certain commercial servers that post pictures unclad beings, like those run by Penthouse or Playboy, would course be shut down immediately or risk prosecution. 
 
 

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Many people living outside rainforests went to help protect the Indigenous 
people’s culture. They understand that Indigenous people have much to teach us 
about rainforests. Since we (the US and other countries) have been working 
with the Indigenous People and other rainforest protection agencies, we have 
learned many things about the forest, including it’s ecology, medicinal plants, 
food and other products. It has also showed us how it is for the 
Indigenous people the rainforest to continue their daily and traditional 
activities because their importance in the cycle if the rainforest. It has 
us that they have the right to practice their own lifestyle, and live 
upon the land where there ancestors have lived before them. (2) 
One such example a invasion the Ingenious people’s privacy is a new so 
called “emergency” called the Cofan Emergency. This dispute is about an 
Indigenous tribe called the Cofan. Historically, the Cofan some half 
a million acres rainforest along the Aguarico River in the Ecuadorian 
Amazon. Because their traditional territory has been significantly reduced 
through invasions by oil companies such as Texaco, the Cofan now live in five 
small, discontinuous communities. However, they still and protect a 
region about 250,000 acres, including two reserves in the Amazon. 
 
 


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And then we quite forgot where we were, leaving Wolf Larsen stranded and silent in the midst our flood gossip. The hunters left the table and went on deck, and still we talked. Wolf Larsen alone remained. Suddenly I became aware him, back from the table and listening curiously to our alien speech a world he did not know. 
I broke short off in the middle a sentence. The present, with all perils and anxieties, upon me with stunning force. It smote Miss Brewster likewise, a vague and nameless terror rushing into her eyes as she regarded Wolf Larsen. 
 


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There are some things I must tell before I begin to tell about the treasure-seeking, because I have read books myself, and I know how beastly it is when a story begins, "'Alas!' said Hildegarde with a deep sigh, 'we must look our last on this ancestral home'"--and then some one else says something--and you don't know for pages and pages where the home is, or Hildegarde is, or anything about it. Our ancestral home is in the Lewisham Road. It is semi-detached 
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and has a garden, not a large one. We are the Bastables. There are six us besides Father. Our Mother is dead, and if you think we don't care because I don't tell you much about her you only show that you do not understand people at all. Dora is the eldest. Then Oswald--and then Dicky. Oswald won the Latin prize at his preparatory school--and Dicky is good at sums. Alice and Noël are twins: they are ten, and Horace Octavius is my youngest brother. It is one us that tells this story--but I shall not tell you which: only at the end perhaps I will. While the story is going on you may be trying to guess, only I bet you don't.
It was Oswald first thought looking for treasure. Oswald often thinks interesting things. And directly he thought it he did not keep it to himself, as some boys would have done, but he told the others, and said--
tell you what, we must go and seek for treasure: it is always what you do to restore the fallen fortunes your House."
Dora said it was all well. She often says She was trying to mend a large hole in one Noël's stockings. He tore it on a nail when we were playing shipwrecked 
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mariners on top the chicken-house the day H.O. fell off and cut his chin: he has the scar still. Dora is the only one us ever tries to mend anything. Alice tries to make things sometimes. Once she knitted a red scarf for Noël because his chest is delicate, but it was much wider at one end than the other, and he wouldn't it. So we used it as a pennon, and it did well, because most our things are black or grey since Mother died; and scarlet was a nice change. Father does not like you to ask for new things. That was one way we had knowing that the fortunes the ancient House Bastable were really fallen. Another way was that there was no more pocket-money--except a penny now and then to the little ones, and people did not come to dinner any more, like they used to, with pretty dresses, driving up in cabs--and the carpets got holes in them--and when the legs came off things they were not sent to be mended, and we gave up having the gardener for the front garden, and not that often. And the silver in the big oak plate-chest that is lined with green baize all went away to the shop to have the dents and scratches taken out it, and it never came back. We think Father 
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hadn't enough money to pay the silver man for taking out the dents and scratches. The new spoons and forks were yellowy-white, and not so heavy as the old ones, and they never shone after the first day or two.
Father was ill after Mother died; and while he was ill his business-partner went to Spain--and there was never much money afterwards. I don't know why. Then the servants left and there was only a General. A great deal your comfort and happiness depends on having a good General. The last but one was nice: she used to make good currant puddings for us, and let us have the dish on the floor and pretend it was a wild boar we were killing with our forks. But the General we have now nearly always makes sago puddings, and they are the watery kind, and you cannot pretend anything with them, not even islands, like you do with porridge.
Then we left off going to school, and Father said we should go to a good school as soon as he could manage it. He said a holiday would do us all We thought he was right, but we wished he had told us he couldn't afford it. For course we knew. 


 

Anne flew up, to find Mrs. Allan standing by her bed, surveying her with laughing eyes. 
"My little girl, you musn't cry like this," she said, genuinely disturbed by Anne's tragic face. "Why, it's all just a funny mistake that anybody might make." 
"Oh, no, it takes me to make such a mistake," said Anne forlornly. I wanted to have that cake so nice for you, Mrs. Allan." 
"Yes, I know, dear. And I assure you I appreciate your kindness and thoughtfulness just as much as if it had turned out all right. Now, you mustn't cry any more, but come down with me and show me your flower garden. Miss Cuthbert tells me you have a little plot all your own. I want to see it, for I'm much in flowers." 
Anne permitted herself to be led down and comforted, reflecting that it was really providential that Mrs. Allan was a kindred spirit. Nothing more was said about the liniment cake, and when the guests went away Anne found that she had enjoyed the evening more than could have been expected, considering that terrible incident. Nevertheless, she sighed deeply. 
"Marilla, isn't it nice to think that tomorrow is a new day with no mistakes in it yet?" 
warrant you'll make plenty in said Marilla. "I never saw your beat for making mistakes, Anne." 
"Yes, and well I know admitted Anne mournfully. have you ever noticed one encouraging thing about me, Marilla? I never make the same mistake twice." 
"I don't know as that's much benefit when you're always making new ones." 
"Oh, don't you Marilla? There must be a limit to the mistakes one person can make, and when I get to the end them, then I'll be through with them. That's a comforting thought." 
you'd better go and give that cake to the pigs," said Marilla. "It isn't fit for any human to eat, not even Jerry Boute." 
what are your eyes popping out your head about. Now?" asked Marilla, when Anne had just come in from a run to the post office. "Have you discovered another kindred spirit?" Excitement hung around Anne like a garment, shone in her eyes, kindled in every feature. She had come dancing up the lane, like a wind-blown sprite, through the mellow sunshine and lazy shadows the August 
"No, Marilla, but oh, what do you think? I am invited to tea at the manse tomorrow afternoon! Mrs. Allan left the letter for me at the post office. Just look at it, Marilla. `Miss Anne Shirley, Green Gables.' That is the first time I was ever called `Miss.' Such a thrill as it gave me! I shall cherish it forever my choicest treasures." 
"Mrs. Allan told me she meant to have all the members her Sunday-school class to tea in turn," said Marilla, regarding the wonderful coolly. "You needn't get in such a fever over it. Do learn to take things calmly, child." 
For Anne to take things calmly would have been to change her nature. All "spirit and fire and dew," as she was, the pleasures and pains life came to her with trebled intensity. Marilla felt this and was vaguely troubled over it, realizing that the ups and downs existence would probably bear hardly on this impulsive soul and not sufficiently understanding that the equally great capacity for delight might more than compensate. Therefore Marilla conceived it to be her to drill Anne into a tranquil uniformity disposition as impossible and alien to her as to a dancing sunbeam in one the brook shallows. She did not make much headway, as she sorrowfully admitted to The downfall some hope or plan plunged Anne into "deeps affliction." The fulfillment thereof exalted her to dizzy realms delight. Marilla had almost begun to despair ever fashioning this waif the world into her model little girl demure manners and prim deportment. Neither would she have believed that she really liked Anne much better as she was. 
Anne went to bed that night speechless with misery because Matthew had said the wind was round northeast and he feared it would be a rainy day tomorrow. The rustle the poplar leaves about the house worried her, it sounded so like pattering raindrops, and the full, faraway roar the gulf, to which she listened delightedly at other times, loving strange, sonorous, haunting rhythm, now seemed like a prophecy storm and disaster to a small maiden particularly wanted a fine day. Anne thought that the morning would never come. 
But all things have an end, even nights before the day on which you are invited to take tea at the manse. The morning, in spite Matthew's predictions, was fine and Anne's spirits soared to their highest. "Oh, Marilla, there is something in me today that makes me just love everybody I see," she as she washed the breakfast dishes. "You don't know how good I feel! Wouldn't it be nice if it could last? I believe I could be a model child if I were just invited out to tea every day. But oh, Marilla, it's a solemn occasion too. I feel so anxious. What if I shouldn't behave properly? You know I never had tea at a manse before, and I'm not sure that I know all the rules etiquette, although I've been studying the rules given in the Etiquette Department the Family Herald ever since I came here. I'm so afraid I'll do something silly or forget to do something I should do. Would it be good manners to take a second helping anything if you wanted to much?" 
trouble with you, Anne, is that you're thinking too much about yourself. You should just think Mrs. Allan and what would be nicest and most agreeable to said Marilla, hitting for once in her life on a sound and pithy piece advice. Anne instantly realized 
"You are right, Marilla. I'll try not to think about myself at all. 




permission was required for all marriages. One was the confarreatio, which was a religious ceremony. The bride and groom would eat cake. 
The second type marriage was coemptio, which means purchase. The last type marriage was called usus. Women could never be totally independent. If she wasn’t under the authority a husband, then she was owned by her father. "Divorces were common." 
Rome was a advanced city. It was also strong. Even though it was strong and advanced, it wasn’t good to live there. They had many problems. We know this from survived writings about Rome. Writers Horace and Juvenal didn’t think that the city was pleasant. Writings about Alexandria and Antioch, smaller cities, made the cities seem like a more pleasant and quieter place than Rome. 
The way life in Greek city-states remained mostly the same for a time. Depending on their wealth, people in the urban lived in low apartment buildings or single-family homes. Homes, public and temples were where people gathered for conversation and to buy food and crafts at daily markets. Citizens also lived in small villages or farmhouses scattered around the city-state's countryside. In 
Athens, more people lived outside the city's wall than 
Houses were simple, containing bedrooms, storage rooms, and a kitchen around a small inner courtyard, but no bathrooms. 
Waste was dumped in a pit outside the and then collected for disposal in the countryside. Most families consisted and their but generally no other relatives. Fathers were responsible for supporting the family by work or by investments in land and commerce. were responsible for managing the household's supplies and overseeing the slaves, fetched water in jugs from public fountains, cooked, cleaned, and looked after babies. Light came from olive oil lamps, heat from smoky charcoal braziers. Furniture was simple and sparse, usually consisting wooden chairs, tables, and beds. 
Food was simple too; they grew olives, grapes, figs, and some grains, like wheat and barley, and kept goats to provide milk and cheese. Bakeries sold fresh bread daily, and small stands offered snacks. Most people also raised chickens and ate eggs regularly. 
Although the soil was poor for growing many grains, olive trees and grapes grew quite well in Greece and they still do today. Fish, seafood, and wine diluted with water were popular food items. In some the larger Greek city-states, could be purchased in cook shops. 
was rarely eaten, and was used mostly for religious sacrifices. 
Men kept fit by exercising daily to be ready for military service. Every city-state had at least one gymnasium, a combination exercise running track, bathing facility, lecture hall, and park, open only to males. Men lived in the city went there for training, ball games, gambling, and relaxation. Women themselves by visiting friends and attending public festivals. 
City-state festivals provided the most exciting entertainment. were honored with competitions in music, dance, drama, and poetry. Athens boasted holding a festival nearly every other day. The huge Panhellenic festivals held at Olympia, Delphi, Nemea, and 
Isthmia spectators and professional contestants from throughout the Greek world. Athletes and musicians won competitions became rich and famous. The most spectacular was chariot racing, which required excellent horses. 
In the beginning the industrial age, cities were expanding and railroads were growing, but people couldn't get messages or news to other people fast enough. There were some electrical communications, but all were to slow or to complicating. Railroads were growing to fast, they were cities to each other, and there needed some form some sort fast enough to past messages around. 
That is what Morse system telegraphy did. 
In the early 19th century, all the essential components necessary to construct an electrical system had been discovered. The most important these were the battery by Volta, the relationship between electric current and magnetism by Oersted, and the electromagnet by Henry. It now remained for someone to find a practical method to combine these into a working system. 
Some commercial electrical communications systems existed in Europe as early as the 183Os. A classic example this is the English "Needle Telegraph". The telegraph required two or more lines to form a complete circuit. It was also slow and the design the transmitting and receiving instruments was complex. Something simple and efficient was needed. 


 

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So he a mournful song that he made up on the spur the minute, and just as he got to the most touching part, the grass quivered again, and Rikki-tikki, covered with dirt, dragged himself out the hole leg by leg, licking his whiskers. Darzee stopped with a little shout. Rikki-tikki shook some the dust out his and sneezed. "It is all over," he said. widow will never come out again." And the red ants that live between the grass stems heard him, and began to troop down one after another to see if he had spoken the truth. 
Rikki-tikki curled himself up in the grass and slept where he was--slept and slept till it was late in the afternoon, for he had done a hard day's work. 
he said, when he awoke, "I will go back to the house. Tell the Coppersmith, Darzee, and he will tell the garden that Nagaina is dead." 
The Coppersmith is a bird makes a noise exactly like the beating a little hammer on a copper pot; and the reason he is always making it is because he is the crier to every Indian garden, and tells all the news to everybody cares to listen. As Rikki-tikki went up the path, he heard his "attention" notes like a tiny dinner gong, and then the steady "Ding-dong-tock! Nag is dead--dong! Nagaina is dead! Ding-dong-tock!" That set all the birds in the garden singing, and the frogs croaking, for Nag and Nagaina used to eat frogs as well as little birds. 
When Rikki got to the house, Teddy and Teddy's mother (she looked white still, for she had been fainting) and Teddy's father came out and almost cried over and that night he ate all that was given him till he could eat no more, and went to bed on Teddy's shoulder, where Teddy's mother saw him when she came to look late at night. 
saved our lives and Teddy's life," she said to her husband. "Just think, he saved all our lives." 
Rikki-tikki woke up with a jump, for the mongooses are light sleepers. 
"Oh, it's said "What are you bothering for? All the cobras are dead. And if they weren't, I'm here." 
Rikki-tikki had a right to be proud himself. But he did not grow too proud, and he kept that garden as a mongoose should keep it, with tooth and jump and spring and bite, till never a cobra show head the walls. 
Next chapter: Darzee's Chant 
Kala Nag, which means Black Snake, had served the Indian Government in every way that an elephant could it for forty-seven years, and as he was fully twenty years old when he was caught, that makes him nearly seventy--a ripe age for an elephant. He remembered pushing, with a big leather pad on his forehead, at a gun stuck in deep mud, and that was before the Afghan War 1842, and he had not then come to his full strength. 
His mother Radha Pyari,--Radha the darling,--who had been caught in the same drive with Kala Nag, told him, before his little milk tusks had dropped out, that elephants were afraid always got Kala Nag knew that that advice was good, for the first time that he saw a burst he backed, screaming, into a stand piled rifles, and the bayonets pricked him in all his softest places. So, before he was twenty-five, he gave up being afraid, and so he was the best-loved and the best-looked-after elephant in the service the Government India. He had carried tents, twelve hundred pounds' weight tents, on the march in Upper India. He had been hoisted into a ship at the end a steam crane and taken for days across the water, and made to carry a mortar on his back in a strange and rocky country far from India, and had seen the Emperor Theodore lying dead in Magdala, and had come back again in the steamer entitled, so the soldiers said, to the Abyssinian War medal. He had seen his fellow elephants die cold and epilepsy and starvation and sunstroke up at a place called Ali Musjid, ten years later; and he had been sent down thousands miles south to haul and pile big balks teak in the timberyards at Moulmein. There he had half killed an insubordinate young elephant was shirking his work. 
After that he was taken off timber-hauling, and employed, with a few score other elephants were trained to the business, in helping to catch wild elephants the Garo hills. Elephants are strictly preserved by the Indian Government. There is one whole department which does nothing else but hunt them, and catch them, and break them in, and send them up and down the country as they are needed for work. 
Kala Nag stood ten feet at the shoulders, and his tusks had been cut off short at five feet, and bound round the ends, to prevent them splitting, with bands copper; but he could do more with those stumps than any untrained elephant could do with the real sharpened ones. When, after weeks and weeks cautious driving scattered elephants across the the forty or fifty wild monsters were driven into the last stockade, and the big drop gate, made tree trunks together, jarred down behind them, Kala Nag, at the word command, would go into that flaring, trumpeting pandemonium (generally at night, when the flicker the torches made it difficult to judge distances), and, picking out the and wildest tusker the mob, would hammer him and hustle him into quiet while the men on the backs the other elephants roped and tied the smaller ones. 
There was nothing in the way fighting that Kala Nag, the old wise Black Snake, did not know, for he had stood up more than once in his time to the charge the wounded tiger, and, curling up his trunk to be out harm's way, had knocked the springing brute sideways in mid-air with a quick sickle cut his head, that he had invented all by himself; had knocked him over, and kneeled upon him with his huge knees till the life went out with a gasp and a howl, and there was only a fluffy striped thing on the for Kala Nag to pull by the tail. 
"Yes," said Big Toomai, his driver, the son Black Toomai had taken him to Abyssinia, and grandson Toomai the Elephants had seen him caught, "there is nothing that the Black Snake fears me. He has seen three generations us feed him and groom him, and he will live to see four." 
is afraid me also," said Little Toomai, standing up to his full height four feet, with only one upon him. He was ten years old, the eldest son Big Toomai, and, according to custom, he would take his father's place on Kala Nag's neck when he grew up, and would handle the heavy iron ankus, the elephant goad, that had been worn smooth by his father, and his grandfather, and his great-grandfather. 
He knew what he was talking of; for he had been born under Kala Nag's shadow, had played with the end his trunk before he could walk, had taken him down to water as soon as he could walk, and Kala Nag would no more have dreamed disobeying his shrill little orders than he would have dreamed killing him on that day when Big Toomai carried the little brown baby under Kala Nag's tusks, and told him to salute his master that was to be. 
"Yes," said Little Toomai, is afraid me," and he took strides up to Kala Nag, called him a old pig, and made him lift up his feet one after the other. 
"Wah!" said Little Toomai, "thou art a big elephant," and he wagged his fluffy head, quoting his father. Government may pay for elephants, but they belong to us mahouts. When thou art old, Kala Nag, there will come some rich rajah, and he will buy thee from the Government, on account thy size and thy manners, and then thou wilt have nothing to do but to carry earrings in thy ears, and a howdah on thy back, and a red cloth covered with on thy sides, and walk at the head the processions the King. Then I shall sit on thy neck, O Kala Nag, with a silver ankus, and men will run before us with golden sticks, crying, `Room for the King's elephant!' That will be good, Kala Nag, but not so good as this hunting in the jungles. 
 



 

It will smell," I said, it will keep in the heat and keep out the rain and snow." 
We were surveying the sealskin roof. 
"It is clumsy, but it will the purpose, and that is the main thing," I went on, yearning for her praise. 
And she clapped her hands and declared that she was hugely pleased. 
it is dark in here," she said the next moment, her shoulders shrinking with a little involuntary shiver. 
"You might have a window when the walls were going up," I said. "It was for you, and you should have seen the need a window." 
I never do see the obvious, you know," she laughed back. besides, you can knock a hole in the wall at any time." 
"Quite true; I had not thought I replied, wagging my head sagely. have you thought ordering the window-glass? Just call up the firm, -- Red, 4451, I think it is, -- and tell them what size and kind glass you wish." 
means -- " she began. 
window." 
It was a dark and evil-appearing thing, that hut, not fit for aught better than swine in a civilized land; but for us, had known the misery the open boat, it was a snug little habitation. the housewarming, which was accomplished by means seal-oil and a wick made from cotton calking, came the hunting for our winter's and the the second hut. It was a simple affair, now, to go forth in the morning and return by noon with a boat-load seals. And then, while I worked at the hut, Maud tried out the oil from the blubber and kept a slow fire under the frames meat. I had heard jerking beef on the plains, and our seal-meat, cut in thin strips and hung in the smoke, cured excellently. 
The second hut was easier to erect, for I built it against the first, and only three walls were required. But it was work, hard work, all it. Maud and I worked from dawn till dark, to the limit our strength, so that when night came we crawled stiffly to bed and slept the animal-like sleep exhaustion. And yet Maud declared that she had never felt better or stronger in her life. I knew this was true myself, but hers was such a lily strength that I feared she would break down. Often and often, her last reserve force gone, I have seen her stretched flat on her back on the sand in the way she had resting and recuperating. And then she would be up on her feet and toiling hard as ever. Where she obtained this strength was the marvel to me. 
"Think the rest this winter," was her reply to my remonstrances. "Why, we'll be clamorous for something to do." 
We held a housewarming in my hut the night it was roofed. It was the end the third day a fierce storm which had swung around the compass from the southeast to the northwest, and which was then blowing directly in upon us. The beaches the outer cove were thundering with the surf, and even in our land-locked inner cove a respectable sea was breaking. No high backbone island sheltered us from the wind, and it whistled and bellowed about the hut till at times I feared for the strength the walls. The skin roof, stretched tightly as a drum-head I had thought, sagged and bellied with every gust; and innumerable interstices in the walls, not so tightly stuffed with moss as Maud had supposed, disclosed themselves. Yet the seal-oil burned brightly and we were warm and comfortable. 
It was a pleasant evening indeed, and we voted that as a social function on Endeavor Island it had not yet been eclipsed. Our minds were at ease. Not only had we resigned ourselves to the bitter winter, but we were prepared for it. The seals could depart on their mysterious journey into the south at any time, now, for all we cared; and the storms held no terror for us. Not only were we sure being dry and warm and sheltered from the wind, but we had the softest and most luxurious mattresses that could be made from moss. This had been Maud's idea, and she had herself jealously gathered all the moss. This was to be my first night on the mattress, and I knew I should sleep the sweeter because she had made it. 
 


 

Tom mentally ran over the days the week, and then quickly lifted his eyes with a startled look in them -- 
"My! I never once thought it, Huck!" 
I didn't neither, but all at once it popped onto me that it was Friday." 
"Blame it, a body can't be too careful, Huck. We might 'a' got into an scrape, tackling such a thing on a Friday." 
"Might! Better say we would! There's some lucky days, maybe, but Friday ain't." 
"Any fool knows I don't reckon you was the first that found it out, Huck." 
I never said I was, did I? And Friday ain't all, neither. I had a rotten bad dream last night -- dreampt about rats." 
"No! Sure sign trouble. Did they fight?" 
"No." 
that's good, Huck. When they don't fight it's only a sign that there's trouble around, you know. All we got to do is to look mighty sharp and keep out it. We'll drop this thing for to-day, and play. Do you know Robin Hood, Huck?" 
"No. Who's Robin Hood?" 
"Why, he was one the greatest men that was ever in England -- and the best. He was a robber. 
 
 



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One day when decides to go back to Rodolphe, she passes passed by Bines, knew that she 
had nothing to look for over that side because Rodolphe's house was the last one there 
he knew that she wasn't to be there, so she just made a story and she hoped that he 
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it was just again related to her so called illness. 
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him to, he himself a book about how to and finds it really 
interesting. He has this friend called Hippolyte and he has a club-foot, so he decides to give 
it a try on him. But it miserabely and he fears for his good reputation. Another doctor 
later has to be called in to amputate Hippolyte's leg. 
Madame Bovary is in real money problems now, and because she can't take it 
all any more and because she really loves Rodolphe much, she to 
run away with him. Rodoplhe isn't too sure about this and tries to first 
make her think decently about it and when she says that she's curtain, he 
decides to stretch the date that they are planning to leave as much as 
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