Dumas

Seeing this, the gentleman drew his sword, and sprang upon D'Artagnan; but he had too strong an adversary. In three seconds D'Artagnan had wounded him three times, exclaiming at each thrust,''One for Athos; one for Porthos; and one for Aramis!''
At the third hit the gentleman fell like a log. D'Artagnan believed him to be dead, or at least insensible, and went towards him for the purpose of taking the order; but the moment he extended his hand to search for it, the wounded man, who had not dropped his sword, plunged the point into his breast, crying, ''One for you!''
''And one for me,--the best for last!'' cried D'Artagnan, furious, nailing him to the earth with a fourth thrust through his body.



Why is when people are about or are doing something to something else, they always say something. I do think it is funny how he repeats the man, ''And one for me.'' Like he did feel left out. My dad one time was about to shoot an elk, right before he did he said ''Over here.'' The out come was that his shot was off, so he chased for another four hours longer before he got it. He said from them on, shot then talk.

Dumas

A Don Quixote clothed in a woolen doublet, the blue color of which had faded into a nameless shade between lees of wine and a heavenly azure; face long and brown; high cheek-bones, a sign of sagacity; the maxillary muscles enormously developed, an infallible sign by which a Gascon may always be detected, even without his cap.





I thought the was Dumas worded the adj, and adv was neat. Some we here all the time, some we don't. Like nameless, infallible faded. Adjectives like woolen and blue only make scene. If you herd clothed in a tin foil doublet then you would wonder. It this paragraph, adjectives are important for vividness.

vivid.

Brown trout. color: body; brownish with large scales. Back; almost black. Belly; almost white. Fin's; bottom have white edges. Sides; red and black spots surrounded with lighter rings.
Average weight one pound.


deer. Body; reddish brown in summer. Grey in the winter. Rare if is white or black. Nose black. Horns greenish velvety in spring. Brown or reddish, or black rest of year. Belly and bottom of tail white.

The living REED.

Such shouts went up that the Chief of police rose from his seat and went to the door and made himself stiff and straight and hoped thereby to frighten them into silence. Far from this, they shouted more loudly than ever. He hesitated a moment and then shouted back at them, whereupon they shouted still more so that he could not be heard. He hesitated and then turned back into the room.


That had to be loud clamor. The crowd was mad enough to do an act of compulsion. this part is about a wife how was mistaken and was afflicted with being beat. And the crowd new her and was trying to stop it. Which in the end they did.

Don Quijote.

''Oh, flower of knighthood, why should one blow from a stick end such a well-spent life! Oh, honer of all your Noble ancestors, honor and glory of all La Mancha, and of the entire known world, which will now have to do without you and so will be full of evil-doers, unafraid of being punished for their wicked deeds! Oh, more generous than any Alexander, because for only eight months of service you would have given me the best island the seas encircle and the waves wash upon.



To me, that was a good friend. Or one who really needed him for his own benefit, that was and never did happen. He really can give a good complement, after the he thought Don Quijote was dead, but in fact woke up happy with his squire. That is the kind of friend I want around me, Only I would prefer having them give me complements like that when I am a live.

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Don Quijote.

The ox-cart driver yoked up his animals and made a place for Don Quijote on a bundle of hay, and then they plodded slowly along as usual, in the direction the priest pointed out, until after six days they arrived at Don Quote's village, which they reached just at midday, and as it happened on a Sunday, so that everyone was out in the middle of it. All the people came over to see who was in the cart, and were astonished to see their neighbor; a small boy ran to tell the knight's niece and his housekeeper that their uncle and master was coming home, weak and pale, stretched out on a pile of hay and traveling in an ox cart. It was pitiful, hearing the two good ladies' screaming and crying, and seeing how they slapped their own faces and, once they'd seen Don Quijote coming through the gate, they hurled new curses at all wicked books of chivalry.



The ox cart owner made a spot for Don Quijote and they left falling the priest orders, after six days they came in to town on Sunday, when all the people were in the village square.Then a small boy ran to tell the knights niece. When the niece saw him she screamed curses at books of chivalry.

Captain from castile

It was only by luck that De Vargas, glancing at the door a moment later, observed that the wicket had been once more slid back. But why should the man want to spy on him while he was eating? He could have remained inside and watched for all Pedro cared.
Then, as if from nowhere, a shadow of suspicion crossed De Vargas's mind. It was queer about the Alcante: men of the jailer's stripe were not apt to turn down a good drink. The fellow had made a point of praising the wine. It was still queerer about the wicket. Pedro remembered his father's estimate of the turnkey. Why not put it to the test?


The writer wrote this in 1945. So he uses a lot of words most writers do not use now days. Or would use a different word for the same meaning. Like some of the words the writer used in this passage are: wicket, queer, apt,turnkey and jailer's stripe. These are words I do not remember coming across in any other book's I have read. But I like writers using older phrases.

Captain from castile

The mountains of gold which Cortes and other pro-molters of the expedition had promised were there-or, at least, if not mountains, high stacks of gold bars, each stamped with its value, into which grains, nuggets, and Aztec works of art alike had been melted down. There were boxes, too, containing turquoises, emeralds, jade, opals, moonstones, chalchuites, trinkets of mosaic. There were mantles of gorgeous feather work in heaps, precious objects of shell or silver richly engraved.

Yes, dreams had come true with a vengeance, dreams which had launched the ships in Cuba, which had led the adventures from Spain, which had imposed the hardships of voyage, march and battle. For many, the object of their lives lay now within grasp, to be snatched, embraced, stuffed into wallets and bags, wrapped into bundles. Hunger, thirst, wounds, impending dangers, were forgotten in this delirious moment. The prize of life being attained here and now, what more could life give?






The only more life can give is life itself. Later in the story nine tenths of the people die; or give up the gold to be sacrificed. Gold does not hep you run. But the passage is true. Money now and then can bring some people fame, fortune and knowledge. But money can not bring you lasting happiness. It sounds weird to people, they think '' if you by a car you will be happy.'' True but not for long. Most of the rich people I talk to say that it leaves you a empty felling after a while.
It left those Spaniards a empty felling. But that might of been because they lost there heart, literally. It would be nice to own a solid gold bar thought.

Don Quijote.

While Don Quijote looked through the note book, Sancho-- moved to rapture by the gold pieces he'd found, of which there were more than a hundred-- was looking through the suitcase, poking into every corner, and into the cushion, too, peering and prying, even pulling seams apart, unraveling every single thread, to make sure he had overlooked nothing and done every thing he could. And even though he found no more, he would have sworn, now, that is was worth it-- the blanket-tossing, the vomiting up his master's balm, the blessings pounded into him by cudgels, the mule drivers; punches, the loss of his saddlebags, his stolen overcoat and all the hunger, thirst, and weariness he;d experienced in his grace Don Quijote service. It all seamed to him more than sufficiently repaid, now that he;d been rewarded with this treasure.




That seams like a lot to go through for a hundred gold peaces one might ask? Now days that would be like finding a thousand dollars in twenties, laying on the ground. Sancho in the rest of the story, did his best to keep that money. He did not want to part with it. Lucky for him so far he has not had to do anything with it. He also really wanted to make sure he did not miss any thing else that could of been in that suitcase. I can't say I blame him thought if you went through what he did.

Don Quijote.

''What the devil kind of revenge are we going to take?" answered Sancho, "when there are more than twenty of them, and no more than two of us-- and ma by we're only one and a half?''
"I'm worth a hundred,'' replied Don Quijote.
And without any more talk, he took hold of his sword and attacked the mule drivers, and Sancho Panza joined him, led on and excited by his master's example. And to start with, Don Quijote gave one of them such a stroke that he sliced open a leather coat the fellow was wearing, and a good part of his shoulder, too.
But the mule drivers, seeing they were being abused by only two men, while they themselves were far more numerous, took up there cudgels and, surrounding Don Quijote and Sancho, began to whack away at them, eagerly and passionately. The second blow, truth to tell, laid Sancho on the ground, and then the same thing happened to his master, all of Don Quijote skill and courage proving worthless.





Wow the man really is crazy. And aperantly not worth a hundred. Maby not worth one, OK one since he got one.I also thought his friend ''Sancho was a wimp, a loser and a idiot. But then I realized he was not waring armor. And being hit with a cudgel (a thick stick) would heart. Especially if the only thing you had on was clothes. I also like the way the writer words some sentences. Like in stead of saying '' to tell the truth'' he said ''truth to tell''.

Captain from castile

''Holy saint peter,'' he smiled to him self on the way home, ''there are my three deeds! I've befriended a pagan heretic, saved the virtue of a barmaid, and given comfort to a murder. If this was thy will, hold me excused, for I am only a fool.''

Those do not sound like the most Nobel three deeds to me. Most people try to make there deeds saving some one important, like saving a king. Or making a name for themselves. How he befriended a ''heretic'' is by giving a run away slave money to get back to his home. He rescued a barmaid from men try to murder her. And he comforted a man who 16 years earlier got drunk and killed a man.

Outdoor life

In a life or death situations, human instinct usually takes us down one of two roads. We either fight back with everything we got or we run--fast. However,''If you're in an extreme fight of flight situation, and neither will work, then another option is to admit defeat.


I only believe this to an extant. I know people who will keep fighting even after death if they got an attacked form an animal .Then I know people who will fly away if they get the chance. I think I am the first if I have a gun and lots of amino. It just counts on the person.

KHE

In Europe, tea and coffee were becoming fashionable, and this led to a huge demand for sugar to sweeten them. Sugar grew well in the climate of the west indies, but its cultivation needed many workers.Local labor could not be found, because many of the original islanders had died, and so the colonist imported slaves from west Africa.

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They filled boats as much as they could with slaves. Because of this two thirds died. Both from the boats and being slave driven. A lot of time they were literally worked to death. What a sad time in history.

KHE

The holy roman Empire was neither particularly holy,nor roman.Founded by Charlemagne in 800, it was concerned with the power of kings and it was German.

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When I herd it was called the holy roman empire, I was thinking that it was holy and even roman, not German. Otto 1, who was one of the best ruler's it had, was German. As he was ruler, he kept in control by having people owe him there allegiance.

Outdoor life.

In April 2008, when Chicago law enforcement authorities shot and killed a young male lion that had been reported roaming the streets of the city for several weeks,the event and the accompanying photographs of the dead cougar generated a buzz across the country and around the world.

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This is very true. Cougars, becoming more and more, are showing up in city's.I have had a couple of experiences with cougars. One of which is when me and my dad were hiking when we came a pond a cave where one lived.The hair on the back of my neck went up, and it stunk with pee. So I made us leave although My dad had a tag and wanted to fill it.

The Bhagavad-gita.

When the family is ruined,
the timeless laws of family duty
perish; and when duty is lost,
chaos overwhelms the family.


Are family is always in chaos. We even all do are own duty's. When that happens you still got to keep going.

Outdoor Life.

As for performance at the bench, the M83 delivers everything you could expect. Using eight types of factory ammo, five-shot groups averaged 1.330 inches at 50 yards, the smallest one measuring .368 inches. And at 100 yards, it had no trouble keeping its shots within the 8-inch bull of a slow-fire target while shooting from field positions, which is plenty accurate for deer.

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I so wish I could get a M83. If I were to get one I would have to get in 50 Wyoming express or 454 casull. 454 casull is $20 a box of 20 compared to $43 a box of 20. Makes it a lot cheaper to shoot.But could you imagine having a M83 with 6 rounds in it of 50 Wyoming express.It would not really matter where you shot it in the chest. Because the odds are it is going to die.

Kim

''As soon as may be. I follow the places of His life till I come to the River of the arrow. There is, moreover, a written paper of the hours of the trains that go south.''
''And for food?'' Lamas, as a rule, have good store of money some-where about them, but the curator wished to make sure.


The lama they are talking about is not a real lama. It would be weird having a lama talk. It is a lama, a person trying to be like Buddha. The river is also suppose to stand for a place where every thing is balanced. Like not to much food, not to less, just enough.

Patrick F Mcmanus.

I enjoy killing a big fat housefly that keeps buzzing around my head at night when I'm in bed trying to sleep or read. I leap out of bed, roll up a magazine, and take off after him, trying for wing shots, knocking over lamps,lunging, leaping, diving, trying to get in a mortal wound on my adversary, by which I mean Turing him in to an amorphous blotch. My wife says she really hates the maniacal laugh that bursts from my drooling and panting lips when I have at last dispatched the cursed fly.

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That sounds so much like my dad, who hates fly's, its sad.We have a camping spot that in the summer, all you hear is buzzing of fly's. I really hate it when there is so much bugs( like mosquitoes) that your eye sight is bleary.

Patrick F Mcmanus.

''Who, look at that one!'' the modern angler exclamis, staring at the blip. ''It's dang near a inch long. I bet that blip would go five pounds!''
Many anglers now consider a day's fishing successful if they've seen a few large blips. Soon, anglers will start mounting their biggest blips and hanging them on den walls.''I tied into that blip up on lake weege,'' the angler will brag.''Biggest blip ever recorded at Weegee.''

green is words of the month.

I have put some pensive thought in to this, and I agree. I think fish finders are help full, but getting that much involved is futile. I love to fish the old fashion way. That probably why I do not catch any thing. I think the lakes are becoming more desolate.

Patrick F mcmanus.

Indeed, hunters very often go through the following sequence to improve on the difficulty of their hunts.First they switch from modern rifle to the muzzle loader. With the exception of some exceedingly fast hunters, this limits them to one shot at any game. Then black-powder rifles also become too easy, and so they move on to bow hunting. Eventually, they go after even large and dangerous game with only their bow and an arrow, which essentially amounts to two sticks and a piece of string.


This vary true. My dad did this only he went straight to bow, skipped muzzle loader. He clams if was for he got more time to hunt. He is rifle hunting now, and has less time then the last time he rifle hunted. I think he is doing this because he did not get any thing the last couple years he bow hunted. When I get older I hope I am good enulf to go through the stages.

Captain blood.

It may be that he was justified of his gallant confidence, and that he would that day have put an end to the wild career of Don Miguel de Espinosa, but that a lucky shot from the Milagrosa got among some powder stored in his forecastle, and blew up half his ship almost before the fight started. How the powder came there will never now be known, and the gallant Captain himself did not survive to enquire into it.

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I might be wrong, but I do not think it matters where the powder is.( assuming it is gunpowder) I have never herd of gunpowder exploding before on its own. When it is lighted it only burns. Like in the cowboy day, They put gunpowder in line to a pile of explosives. It would be stupid to light gun powder if was going to explode right there and kill them.

Patrick F Mcmanus

Even know you probably are aware or this, I should explain that I wasn't trying to wrest the life preserver from you, and I'm sorry if I gave you that impression. I was merely attempting to assist you in putting it on. I tried to tell you this at the time, but the roar of the rapids and Zumbo's screaming, ''We're all gonna die! We're all gonna die!'' probably drowned--unfortunate word that--out of my voice, or mabe even caused you to think I had actually shouted something like''Give me that, you---!''


That one way to impress your boss. I prefer to be nice, mabe stay late and help with extra stuff. Do you word hard and fast. But I gess taking the only life preserver away from your boss works too.

captain bood

It was almost as if with relish, as if gratifying some feral instinct of cruelty, that he now lashed his victim about head and shoulders.Soon his cane was reduced to splinters by there violence. You know, perhaps , the sting of a flexible bamboo cane when it is whole.But do you realize its murderous quality when it has been split into several long lithe blades, each with an edge that of the keenness of a knife.

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Man that would hurt. I think no matter how bad it hurt, I would not let him trodden on me like that. I would have assert myself. I would of took en the bamboo cane and said the saying ''I going to beat you like a red headed stepchild'' then used on him and his stewards.

Patrick F Mcmanus

I told Hal about a great shot I had made on a huge elk in Montana a few years back. Even with the Boone and Crockett system,that elk would have scored 380 points.

''Well,'' Hal said, ''you should have taken it in to an official Boone and Crockett scorer.''
''How could I do that?'' I said. ''I missed the elk. But only by an inch. So now you tell me I can't be in the Boone and Crockett because of one lousy inch! that's what I mean, Hal--you B and C guys are just too fussy.''





This vary true, this has happen to my dad many times. I think that the record would be in the 1000s though. I will a mite one thing is that Boone and Crockett scoring is off. One of my friends got a scoring guide and he on a elk scored 402. The Boone and Crockett scored 160s. There way off!

shaw

Steward. Oh, sir:you always give my most innocent words such a turn!

Robert. No: not oh sir, oh sir, but no sir, no sir. My three Barbary hens and the black are the best layers in Champagne.
And you come and tell me that there are no eggs! Who stole them? Tell me that, before I kick you out though the castle gate for a liar and a seller of my goods to the thieves. The milk was short yesterday, too: do not forget that.

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Sir and mam is a thing you earn. Just like respect. There are some people (who I respect a lot) That I call sir or mam. Then there is some people that I have no respect what so ever for so call them by there name. Like with Friend you call them in a nice way, ma by a nick name, but you have to earn that.

Patrick F mcmanus

''What are the odds,'' Quagmire said, his eyes brimming with tears. ''that you will have two flats on the same trip into the the mountains, particularly when you haven't a flat tire in twenty years!''
In my opinion, the odds are much better than you might think. Quagmire's faulty reasoning was such, however , that because he had come this far, he certainly wasn't going to stop three miles shot of Desolation Ridge. He drove on.




My dad has had that happen. I only had to WALK 12.5 miles out of the woods. But what I really hate is when you are stuck in snow with no shovel. So you use your hands. Then they get blue and fall off so you have to thaw them in the truck tell they get warm be for you put them on and use them a gain.

SHAW.

ROBERT Now listen to me, you.
STEWARD Yes, sir.
ROBERT What am I?
STEWARD What are you, sir.
ROBERT Yes: what am I? Am I Robert, squire of Baudricourt and captain of this castle of Vaucouleurs; or am I a cowboy.

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Trying to be funny, I like Shaw way of writing better then Twain's. Twain is trying to set the picture in your head that Joan is a young beautiful girl on a white horse, who was wearing white armor. She was brave and a saint. Shaw makes it more realistic to me. He even said no man in her camp called her prettyTo me Shaw is a lot more interesting. Come on, there was no cowboy in those days.

Patrick F Mcmanus

Patrick's ''Uh/oh!'' and other things Guides shouldn't say.

''Remember, don't look down. They almost always go away when they get bored.''

''Boy I never heard a sound like that before. Weird!''

''This could be bad. The sun is setting in the east.''

''Look, I said I'd come back for you, and I mean it.''

''Stop complaining. When I said I had eight percent success rate, I was referring to the number of clients I get back to camp with.''

Here are my thing I do not like to hear.

''Just close your eyes, and it will go away.''

''I will be frank with you, If you do not run hard enough you will not prevail.''

''Now stop talking, and run around in disarray.''

''I will quit screaming when I feel like it.''

''Shoot it!'' ''Shoot it!''

A glorious age in Africa

Iron Ore was -and still is- plentiful in many parts of West Africa. It was easier to obtain then some of the metals used earlier, such as copper or bronze. Tools made of Iron were harder and more useful then copper, tools, farming reached new levels of productivity in West Africa.



We still use Iron in farming today. It is just a little different. Now days the farming tools manly way 10 to 50 tons. You put some gas in them, turn a key and they Moe with a 10 feet wide mower. And it does 25 miles per hour. Gets the job done a lot faster. But it is still fun to put in a garden.

Patrick F Mcmanus

That evening , as retch and I were hauling Quagmire's deer into Axle's Meat Cutters, neither of us talked much. Finally, Retch said,''I don't understand what beautiful women see in Quagmire.''

''I don't either,'' I said. ''He's handsome, rich, intelligent and charming, but otherwise, nothing.''

''Yeah,'' Retch said. ''I guess he's just lucky.''



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I have a friend who is vary unlucky. He breaks things or get hurt all the time. I am not lucky but some how I counter dict him. Walking down a trail my friend Waylon would trip over a rock, hit his head and most likely knock himself cold. When I am there he would trip and land on me on a bunch of sharp rocks. One time I went to Waylon's house and he had built a 3 wheeled cart. So we went for a ride. We were riding a long when we realized we were heading for a bout a 5 foot drop. Not supper big, but would hurt in a 3 wheeled cart. I tell Waylon ''hit the brakes.'' He response ''there is none.'' So I yell ''BAIL.'' He bails on to a patch of grass with some rocks. I bail right into a patch of blackberry bush's. Some people are not lucky.