Teeth bared and crouching low, the dogs drew a tight net of chomping ivory around the great stag. “Bloody dogs” Mormont growled through the gravel of his throat. “Well that’s if you can call them dogs” he said. Unobstructed by sparse sky the rays scorching the dead ground made Mormont’s point evident to see. All the creatures’ hair had fallen away revealing skin so bruised, irradiated and starved; it looked like the flesh of a flayed man. Their bodies so lean, bones protruded and jutted at painful angles leaving their beady eyes sunken further into their sockets. Mormont was right, with their skeletal frame and coatless hides they looked more like monstrous rats than dogs. The pack leader ventured closer to the Stag for the kill shot. Will …show more content…
Standing atop the highway they take in all the Badlands has to offer, but all it can offer is desolation. The land hard and sodden with moisture, the trees blackened and barren, so dry with age they seemed to be rusted into the ground. Littered amongst them; thousands of steel boxes of every shape, size and colour. Someone had once told me they were called “Kars”. “A broken world” Will muttered to myself without knowing why. A lone house stood slanted far in the distance. Two stories high, tiles caving in the ceiling of the upper floor. A stripe of paint tells me the house once had a different colour than its current meek brown. My father always told me “the world was the place of green”. “Well at least before the bombs fell”. “If you’re done sightseeing, can we get this show on the road” called Mormont. “In case you’ve forgotten, we still got to drag this sack of shit fifty miles east before we get paid and I can find a nice hole to get rotten in”. Will nodded and prepared to put one foot in front of the …show more content…
Will opened his eyes and saw the large man’s eyes wide with horror. A fraction of a second later; Will saw that same face explode to pieces of flying flesh. In the corner of his eye, Will spied the remaining man fumbling for his weapon. Will picked up his dropped rifle and emptied the magazine into the man without remorse. A time later Mormont appeared at his side. He looked at Will for a moment and said gently “C’mon. I left the prisoner chained to the building. Don’t want him to get lonely”. Slowly, they trudged back down the ridge in
If I were to be one of these wagon train emigrants travelling through, I would have been becoming more and more frustrated and maybe even have said what some of the men said to the Mormons, with even if what the emigrants said were true, they didn’t deserve to die for. The rising tensions between the emigrants and the Mormons continued to grow, which as I know set the tone and helped lead up to the
Next, The Narrator is keen to emphasise to the hitchhiker “Hogs die hard.” Most murders would not carry such compassion toward a typicaly vulgar and horrid animal; however this man is a clear sympathiser for what seems to be only his hogs. Outside reasoning, the hitchhiker, challenges the Narrator by asserting “Never noticed, Shot and stuck them pretty quick, do right smart jerkin around but there dead by then;” the Narrator, awestruck by the now seemingly rude hitchhiker restated his original comment “Hogs die hard.” This momentary outburst from the hitchhiker shows how the man is set into believing how tough these animals of his are; even though they may not actually be tough at all. This book even hints that the hogs are nothing but symbolism for the man himself being a hog, to which stands to reason that the man believes he is much tougher than he actually is.
The clinging to the death garments- The rigid embrace of the narrow house- The blackness of absolute night- The silence like a sea that overwhelms- The unseen presence of the conqueror worm. 2.
But by comparing the Trojans to hunter’s hounds instead of cattle, it shows the fluctuation of the Trojans between predator and
Blues burst from the shadows of the buildings, contrasting with the vermillion glow from the nearby windows, while sickly greens still lurked in the curtains, illuminating his whole being. Clinging to the curtain in the middles of the chaos, he looks toward his apartment, not in fear, but in euphoria. I first saw Conrad Felixmüller’s Death of the Poet Walter Rheiner near the end of my sophomore year of high school. The past year and a half had been hard for me. Freshman year I struggled in AP World History.
In his 1995 essay “The Trouble with Wilderness,” William Cronon declares that “the time has come to rethink wilderness” (69). From the practice of agriculture to masculine frontier fantasies, Cronon argues that Americans have historically defined wilderness as an “island,” separate from their polluted urban industrial homes (69). He traces the idea of wilderness throughout American history, asserting that the idea of untouched, pristine wilderness is a harmful fantasy. By idealizing wilderness from a distance, he argues that people justify the destruction of less sublime landscapes and aggravate environmental conflict.
Throughout Jon Krakauer’s Into the Wild, there are many details that help give the reader a deeper, more profound, meaning of the book 's intended purpose. Krakauer is one of the most renowned American writers, publishing many books specifically focused on nature, and people’s struggles with nature. Through much of the book, Krakauer incorporates many literary techniques, such as connotation, diction, ethos, pathos, logos, imagery, and syntax, to help each reader grasp the essence of the book. These aspects are utilized many times throughout each chapter in his book. By using a wide range of literary techniques, Krakauer is able to communicate the events that transpired during the book, in a way that pertains to each
In Edward Abbey writings he talks his descriptive encounters with nature in the deserts mostly about the snakes that he is watching. Abbey has a love for the deserts and this is why he writes about “The Serpents of Paradise”. In this story he used a lot of detail to make it feel like you know what is constantly going on, it almost felt like I was their and could imagine in my mind every moment I read. The way Abbey writes only makes me want to just keep reading. Abbey uses his senses to describe what he is seeing like the greasy wings of the ravens and what they sound like pretending to talk to him.
You could finally smell the morning's dew and the aroma of exhaust fumes. Our home away from home was finally moving deeper into germany slowly but steadily. It was the fall all the leaves were turning yellow and brown and the ground was frozen solid but it wasn't enough to keep our home from leaving its mark. Our tanks was a dark green color with hints of orangish yellowish rust and the fall leaves covered our tank.
Although there are varied opinions on Chris McCandless, we may never get to know the full truth. He was a young man straight out of college who decided to drop everything he had to live a life on the road that would eventually lead him to the Alaskan wilderness. Many say he was reckless and naïve, while others applaud him for the journey he took, showing his bravery and courage. Much like Jon Krakauer, author of Into the Wild, I agree with the latter group. However, I don't think what he did was one-hundred percent responsible, instead I respect his vision to find himself and to get out.
week’s lesson we read, “Unearthing the Hidden Histories of a Borderlands Rebellion”, an essay by Benjamin Johnson. This essay starts off by describing the Plan of San Diego revolt that started in the summer of 1915. The plan was modeled to create a “liberating army of all races”, to create an “army” of Mexicans, Blacks, and Indians to in order to kill all white males. The Plan of San Diego revolt also called for this army to coup the United States government in Texas, Colorado, New Mexico, and California. Johnson believes that the coming of the railroad in 1904 was the critical local event that started this plan.
“The house stood alone in a city of rubble and ashes. This was the one house left standing. At night the ruined city gave off a radioactive glow which could be seen for miles . . . Here the silhouette in paint of a man mowing a lawn. Here, as in a photograph, a woman bent to pick flowers.
Tan introduces the text with a serene environment, illustrating the red, earthy tones and deep blue sky, with the image mirroring the text ‘The ancestors came many grandparents ago’. However, as European invasion progresses, the vibrant tones fade out to dull, dark colours symbolising the harm colonisers caused through the use of technology and vehicles along with the negativity and devastation they inflicted upon Indigenous people. Throughout the text, white was a frequently used colour which portrayed the invasion and multiplication of the rabbits in their land e.g. ‘Rabbits, Rabbits, Rabbits, Millions and millions of rabbits, Everywhere we looked there were rabbits’. Tan finalises the tone of the last page through the use of dark, dirty brown colours and the strong use of adjectives within repeating rhetorical questions about what is to come in the future “Where is the rich dark earth, brown and moist? Where is the smell of rain dripping from the gum trees’, ‘Who will save us from the rabbits?’
The evidence identifies the Butler of the Iowa soldiers’ account as Robert J. Butler whose plantation sat upon the aptly named Butler’s Hill. This land is now the City of North Augusta in Aiken County, South Carolina. In 1865, it would have sat within the southwestern corner Edgefield District, a region known for its fine homes and political power players. In the northwest section of the district lived another Butler family, of distant if any relation, which had become one of the state’s wealthiest families and bonified political dynasty producing two Congressman, a Senator, and a Governor of the South Carolina in the first sixty years of the republic. They were members of ruling planter class in the least democratic state in the nation.
As the narrator and a few others go to check a well that is by the house, they discover many remains at the bottom of it after which the “colour” begins to pour out and spread across the land before eventually returning to the