So, some people went to see what the noise was. I fell back asleep and when we woke up I was told that Greeb and Frok were badly injured by a dire wolf attack, so we needed to stay in the huts for the day. I went down to the river and ate some dried rabbit, then grabbed my arrow to find more. My dog Bork was able to sniff six out, so the supply did not go dry. I saw something in the distance watching us, but it walked away, so I went to camp and went to bed.…
The Americans came, we were told that the land is no longer ours. This is due to a law called andrew Jackson's Indian Removal Policy. I do not know who Andrew is, I already do not like him.The Americans have gave us nothing.The Americans had told us that we are going on a trail to a new land, we can have the land their.We did not have time to pack, and we did not have room to bring much.Once we started walking on the trail I could tell it was going to be a long walk, it was just one of these feelings. We walked for miles at a time without stopping for breaks.To be honest diary I do not believe the elders are going to make it, they keep slowing down and stopping. After about en miles I could no longer see the elders, I hope they are fine.We…
Reading through Dennis Johnson’s Train Dreams, it quickly becomes evident that this book isn’t just a novella on the life of a man who loses his wife and daughter to a forest fire, but instead something much greater. Throughout the novel and even on its cover art, Train Dreams hints at how “…the cataclysmic changes wrought by twentieth century” led to “…the disappearance of a certain kind of American life”. In this novella, Robert Grainer is a man whose life is caught up in the middle of America’s modernization; more importantly than watching wooden bridges turn into iron bridges, Robert is able to witness the “death” of the old American West culture.…
The essays, “My Kiowa Grandmother,” by N. Scott Momaday and “Take My Saddle from the Wall: A Valediction,” by Larry McMurtry, both seek to understand the values and traditions of an old way of life that has been lost to the trials and tribulations of time. By reaching back into history through their families, both authors achieve the same effect, while using starkly contrasting narrative structure; they show the characteristics that have been lost to younger generations.…
between 1863 and 1869 across the western United States to connect the Pacific coast at…
1) As the White settlers began to populate the Great West, the Indians, caught in the middle, increasingly turned against each other, were infected with White man’s diseases, and were stuck battling to hunt the few remaining bison…
The white-tailed deer, one of the most prized large game animals in the world. But how is it so prized? As you sit in the stand to wait on such a magnificent creature you begin to wonder why it is so prized. The white-tailed deer is nothing out of the ordinary, with its common colors such as: khaki-tan fur such as that of dress pants, the antlers that seem to stand out like tree branches, and the white beard that can stretch from the jaw down to his chest. You sit all day and hear nothing. You contemplate whether you should pack your things and leave every second, but you decide to stay. It almost seems as though the white-tailed deer is a ghost in the day. You can sometimes hear them travel through the woods but never be seen or never hear…
buffalo on horseback and fiercely resisted white encroachment on their land and way of life. But as the whites’…
As I stepped into the mud colored cattle car, just the sight of it had made me wince. As I entered, it was like the other passengers were staring at me with shame, since if you were in the cattle car you had to of done something bad. I quickly put my head down. I could just feel the sticky wretched smell of feces and body odor in the car. My mother and I put our suitcases on the shelves, heaving them with all our strength to the very top shelf. We waited hours for in the dark, crammed, and smelly car before we started moving.…
Train industry was one of the most important industries in the modern human culture since it was a very useful way to transport goods and people, which was the concern of many scientists in the last 2000 years. Matthew Murray and George Stephenson made great contributions in the train industry. Matthew invented the first steam powered locomotive train while George came up with the idea of coal transporting trains. Old trains were depending on steam for power. In 1829, the Rocket was the first steam locomotive train built and it carried passengers between Liverpool and Manchester in England. In 1940s, another steam train was built but with very strong engines that it could pull freight trains with hundreds of cars of cargo across the United…
Buffalo men, they called them, and talked slowly to the prisoners scooping mush and tapping away at their chains. Nobody from a box in Alfred, Georgia, cared about the illness the Cherokee warned them about, so they stayed, all forty-six, resting, planning their next move. Paul D had no idea of what to do and knew less than anybody, it seemed. He heard his co-convicts talk knowledgeably of rivers and states, towns and territories. Heard Cherokee men describe the beginning of the world and its end. Listened to tales of other Buffalo men they knew — three of whom were in the healthy camp a few miles away. Hi Man wanted to join them; others wanted to join him. Some wanted to leave; some to stay on. Weeks later Paul D was the only Buffalo man left — without a plan. All he could think of was tracking dogs, although Hi Man said the rain they left in gave that no chance of success. Alone, the last man with buffalo hair among the ailing Cherokee, Paul D finally woke up and, admitting his ignorance, asked how he might get North. Free North. Magical North. Welcoming, benevolent North. The Cherokee smiled and looked around. The flood rains of a month ago had turned everything to steam and blossoms.…
When I was skimming pages when I saw this big painting the one that caught my eye right away. "The Tube Train" by Cyril E.Powers about 1934 (pg.203). I was so fascinated with this image, the urban theme and the nice colors. I notice the use of complementary colors; most of the picture is done in yellows and dark violets and reds which are all on opposite sides of the color wheel.…
John Hope Franklin an African-American Scholar who wrote a story that impacted people emotionally with his different claims of value, consequence and policy. Franklin’s parents decided to name him after a prominent educator, John Hope, who was the first African-American president of Atlanta University. Franklin presents many arguable content throughout the short story. Many of those include how racial segregation has affected the people.…
We set up and went to bed early. I could hardly sleep. The whole night is kind of a blur, but the next morning around 5:00, my dad woke me up and we all set out into the darkness. Hiking up to the area where we thought the elk would be, we saw a huge, 8 point bull elk, but it was before shooting light and we had to let him run off. After this, my dad and I found a small meadow in and sat down to wait for shooting light. As the meadow filled with light, we heard tons of shots all around, but mostly down the hill below us, we saw nothing, so after an hour or so, we moved on. After a while trekking through some thick brush, we found a clearing. The cycle of hiking, waiting, and seeing nothing repeated itself a few times. Then, in the closing minutes of daylight, we came across Kotchwar, who had downed a cow elk an hour before. We all headed back to the spike camp. Kotchwar headed back to the main camp, and my dad and me felt some disappointment watching him leave, but this had happened before and my dad had gotten an elk, so we had hope. We made these horrible MRE like things for dinner and went to bed, feeling optimistic for the coming…
Of course, it's only when you know what was there before that the loss is more keenly felt: the herds of elephants, giraffes and gazelles that not so long ago quietly moved across the plains and amongst the acacia trees, the heart-stopping sound of lions roaring on the still air at dusk and dawn. All deathly silent now."…