Robert Mills

I was on hall duty one morning, and a quiet kid I'd never met came up and said he heard I was a trapper and he wanted to learn. Basically, it was because of him that I approached the Principal about starting the Conservation Club. At first, I mostly gave seminars on hunting and trapping. Then we started doing projects on a 30-acre piece of wetlands on the school property, and all the local habitat work took off from there.




A lot of stuff starts or happens by simple things, as in business. One kid asked him something, and he got a business going off of it. This man helps kids learn to fish and trap. He mainly helps disabled kids. He helps about one hundred and seventy kids a year. They fish, hunt birds, and do forest clean up. After twenty- five years he is now retiring.

Michael Strogoff

At last, with a spring he drove his sword full at Michael's breast. An imperceptible movement of the blind man's knife turned aside the blow. Michael had not been touched, and coolly he awaited a second attack.

Cold drops stood on Ogareff's brow. He drew a step , then again leaped for-ward. But as had the first, this second attempt failed. The knife had simply parried the blow from the traitor's useless sword.



The man heart froze. Right behind him, not fifteen yards was the massive cat. Being six feet long, 250 pounds of pure mean muscle. He slowly reached for his 1911 .45. He always kept a round in the chamber for this day. Suddenly the cat jumped. '' Bam, bam bam, bam ,bam ,bam bam, bam. Relode. Bam , bam ,bam bam ,bam bam ,bam bam. The cat was dead on the first two shots, but he wanted to make sure. He thought to him self, ''hm mm, cat for dinner.''

Michael Strogoff

But before it fell a powerful hand stopped the tartar's arm. Michael was there. He had leapt forward at this horrible scene. If at the relay at Ichim he had restrained himself when Ogareff's whip had struck him, here before his mother, who was about to be struck, he could not do so. Ivan Ogareff had succeeded.

''Michael Strogoff!'' cried he. Then advancing, ''Ah, the man of Ichim?''

''Himself!'' said Michael. And raising the knout he struck Ogareff a sharp blow across the face. ''Blow for blow!'' said he.

''Well repaid!'' cried a voice concealed by the tumult.





If that was me, I would be come a running man. Or a flying man. I would most likely think I was to become a dieing man. That's what happens when family gets involved. You give your life for them. That was a good repay, for Ivan did the same thing to him a few days back. He let him do it , because he was trying to hide his identity. The extra voice was a friend of his that had watched it happen to him. But he got A blow for a blow.


green is participles, in present tense.

Michael Strogoff

Peter Strogoff had, however, passed the fatal number without even a scratch. From that time, his son Michael, aged eleven years, never failed to accompany him to the hunt, carrying the ragatina or spear to aid his father, who was armed only with the knife. When he was fourteen, Micheal Strogoff had killed his first bear, quite alone-- Thea was nothing; but after stripping it he dragged the gigantic animal's skin to his father house, many versts distant, exhibiting remarkable strength in a boy so young.


Wow. He consecutively right after his dad. I do not think he modified much when he got older. He must of been vary brave, or stupid.And vary strong. It counts on how big the bear is, but most animals around a thousand pounds has a hide some where around a hundred pounds. There no way at fourteen I would do anything like that. Especially hunt bear with out a vary large gun. No wonder latter they have a hard time trying to restrained him.

The three musketeers.

Rochefort passed at a gallop.
''Adieu, Brother!'' cried Milady.
The chevalier raised his head, saw the two young women, and without stopping, waved his hand in a friendly way to Milady.
''The good George!'' said she, closing the window with an expresion of countenance full of affection and melancholy. And she resumed her seat, as if plunged in reflections entirely personal.
''Dear lady,'' said Madame Bonacieux, ''pardon me for interrupting you; but what do you advise me to do?


She advise her to drink poison. Well not realty advise her just made her. She and her ''brother'', not really, are the evil people of the who book. Mostly her. She was going to kill D'artagnan, Bonaciux lover, but instead kill's her. Later she get what she she needed. One lost head.


green prepositional phrases.