'Timber!'; and with a crash the mighty oak hit the ground.
There was never a tree too big or a job too tough for Woody. He
enjoyed his job as a lumberjack and with good reason. The pay
was good, he had always liked the outdoors and he was good at
what he did. In fact, some say he was the best. His friends in the
city however said he was crazy for moving away. They said there
are so many opportunities in the city, but Woody never wanted
opportunities, he just wanted to be a lumberjack.
So far this job was running smoothly. They were on schedule
and there was an abundance of trees in British Columbia to keep
them busy for the next while. It seemed so simple at first. Woody
and his crew would cut down the trees and they would be shipped
to a nearby river where they would be floated downstream to the
new lumber mill. At least this was what was supposed to happen.
After the first couple loads, there came reports that the logs
weren't reaching their destination. Some of the men started talking
about how they were logging on uncharted territory and this was
a bad omen. Woody just laughed and said, 'Uncharted territory or
not, we have a job to do and I'm not going to let some little thing
like this ruin my reputation. I'll go see what the problem is.'; And
so Woody packed a bag with supplies and sailed off down the river
to find the missing logs. It wasn't long before the lush green
landscape of trees he saw around him became a bare region of
stumps and small brush. It was almost as if another logging crew
had been here before him. He was amazed at the number of trees
that had been cut down. It would have taken his entire crew at least
a week and yet all of the stumps looked freshly cut. Woody had to
find out what was happening. A bit further down the river he found
his answer. There in front of him were all of the missing logs.
They had became jammed at the base of the biggest beaver dam he
had ever seen. He gazed up at it in awe of it's shear size. The river
itself was quite wide and this dam covered it from shore to shore.
Barry opens by contrasting the views of other credible intellectuals in stating his fascination with the mechanics of the river. His initial two paragraphs fail to identify the Mississippi River itself, but hint at the rivers magnificence by mentioning its “turbulent effects” and “river hydraulics.” Barry continues to awe his audience with extensive discussion of all its velocities
war often, for the sake of his country, but when he did he put in a
From 1888-1891 a portion of London England known as Whitechapel was terrorized by a rash of murders. In total eleven women were murdered, five of those are thought to be the victim of one of the most well-known serial killers whom was never identified, Jack the Ripper. Out of the murders committed in the two year period, the five had like backgrounds, they lived in boarding houses and were prostitutes, alcoholics, or both. The women were found with their bodies lying on their backs with the legs spread apart. The victims were also found to have been murdered in like fashion with their throats had been slit and their bodies mutilated. This gave Jack the Ripper a specific modus operandi narrowing down the field of likely victims from the original total. Those five murders also took place in a time span of ten months.
Jack The Ripper 1. From looking at the newspaper article on source A, I can determine the following information regarding the murder of Polly Nichols. Firstly, I can ascertain that it was the second of the Whitechapel murders. I can draw this conclusion from the first few words 'the two murders which have so startled London'.
Jack the Ripper is one of the most well-known serial killers of the ages. Although everyone knows the name, “Jack the Ripper,” nobody really knows of his true identity. When the murder victims were found the press and the detectives could never put a name with the crime.
Jack the Ripper was an infamous serial killer who killed at least five London female prostitutes in 1888. Never captured, his identity is one of English's most famous unsolved mysteries. Today, Jack the Ripper is one of the most, if not the most, famous serial killer ever. There are many theories on who Jack the Ripper is, and why he killed, but none of these theories were ever proven. Jack the Ripper is simply a lone assassin who “officially” killed four prostitutes and got away without ever being caught and convicted of his crimes.
so that this informs us that the killer may not have had a motive, but
"Eventually the watcher joined the river, and there was only one of us. I believe it was the river." The river that Norman Maclean speaks of in A River Runs Through It works as a connection, a tie, holding together the relationships between Norman and his acquaintances in this remote society. Though "It" is never outwardly defined in the novella there is definite evidence "It" is the personality of the people and that the river is running through each individual personality acting as the simple thread connecting this diverse group of people.
politician, war hero, and a leader he put his heart into it. Sure he may have made a
Once he was able to differentiate his public perception to whom he actually is as an individual it enabled
won millions to his cause. Even though he said that at his death he was "...the
leader. He won the hearts of people because he could relate to them and their
...large step towards world peace, thus this is way I believe he was an effective visionary leader.
The first thing to see, looking away over the water, was a kind of dull line - that was the woods on t'other side; you couldn't make nothing else out; then a pale place in the sky; then more paleness spreading around; then the river softened up away off, and warn't black any more, but gray; you could see little dark spots drifting along ever so far away-trading-scows, and such things; and long black streaks-rafts ... and by and by you could see a streak on the water which you know by the look of the streak that there's a snag there in a swift current which breaks on it and makes that streak look that way; and you see the mist curl up off of the water, and the east reddens up.
It all started in the East End of London in 1888, from August 7 till November 10.