It was kind of lazy and jolly, laying off comfortable all day, smoking and fishing, and no books nor study. Two months or more run along, and my clothes got to be all rags and dirt, and I didn’t see how I’d ever got to like it so well at the widow’s, where you had to wash, and eat on a
After we were done there we went back to fishing and again he didn’t catch a fish neither did I but we had a fun time. While, I stayed the night with him and at exactly 1:41 PM we snuck out the house and snuck into a pond. We were fishing and then someone pulled up so I whistled and he ran towards me and I told him stay down, the guy shined his lights and seen us, we had to run all the way back home about 1 mile and a half. We lost the guy after about 50 yards he was an older guy maybe 62. Then we went back to his house and laughed for about 10 minutes about how we almost got
The next day, as I mentioned before we ate the same thing from the previous day, I am not complaining, because gave their food to us. And I really appreciated it. If perhaps you were wondering, there were no bathrooms, no showers; the bathroom was the jungle, and the shower the river, so we into in the river and we managed to refresh a little. We took our backpacks and we entered the jungle again, I was still astonished to see the jungle, I was never tired of watching it, of thinking that I was in the lung of the world. This time we walked to the pier, it was about an hour walk from the maloca to the pier, on the
I had been visiting the park every day for a week and a half, sitting on the same bench, three crossings from the entrance, due east. I had seen him before, his beard was short stubbled and grey, yet the hair on top of his head seemed to have held onto its color, ever since his youth. It was brown and thick. His face held many wrinkles, yet they were shallow, allowing me to get an easy impression of how he might have looked decades ago. He had never
Our trailer, with poor 1970’s insulation and paper thin aluminum tin exterior, was practically a refrigerator during winter. We had no heating, nor electricity, so much of my time I spent at school, which kept me warm and fed Monday through Friday. It had been this way for years. My dad was unemployed, had health issues, and no formal education. My mother wasn’t around, and most of my family either lived in El Salvador or Bolivia.
It has been 5 full days since I last embraced sunlight. 4 of us - Scott, Nathan, Barry and I, were all worn down after staying in this gloomy and hollow cave. Our head-torches have all ran out of battery, limited light was provided with boxes of matches we brought with us in the expedition. Not all of us were in good condition, not to say perfect, since we fell in this cave after a merciless avalanche few days ago. Nathan suffered from hypothermia, while Scott broke his right ankle, making him immobilized.
“The green and open spaces of his days on a golf course in Minnesota are gone, replaced by the constricting, cold, gray cement and steel skyscraper” (Flibbert). Dexter used to work as a caddy and would always be in the warm sun on the green grass where he was happiest at. But, since he moved to New York, there isn’t any bright colors or many green golf courses. Green represents hope and the color gray represents dull and emotionless. “The gates were closed, the sun was gone down, and there was no beauty, but the grey beauty of steel that withstands all time” (Fitzgerald).
As Eliot stated out “While I was fishing in the dull canal” (Eliot 28), “The river bears no empty bottles, sandwich papers, Silk handkerchiefs, cardboard boxes, cigarette ends Or other testimony of summer nights. The nymphs are departed.” (Eliot 27), in another word, the river is lethargy and lifeless. The raindrop of spring did not get inside to the river nor the “last fingers of leaf” (Eliot 27). The only thing that closes to the water is the song and speech from Eliot “Sweet Thames, run softly till I end my song, Sweet Thames, run softly, for I speak not loud or long.” (Eliot 28) and the river did not answer to Eliot, as the scene of the funeral, the relatives sing and speak to the remaining without any replies. The flow of the river did not cut off by anything, it is just missing those summer night’s testimony (Eliot 27), happens before the war.
“This is going to be torture” Complaining to my dad as we were driving to Fort Peck Lake. “There is no signal and there will be nothing to do for the three days we will be there.” I knew that the normal things I did each day I could not do there. In addition to no cell service, there was also only public bathrooms, no showers, all of the water had to be brought in, and worst of all, there was no available electricity. This was backwater country even for Montana. The minute I reached the lake I felt a sense of isolation as I realized that I would be stuck in this unappealing country.
There were thirteen hundred Dakota still in captivity at Fort Snelling. Those remaining were taken by steamboat to the Crow Creek reservation in May 1863. The reservation was a land with no lakes, drought stricken desolation, with little to no timber. Shultz writes, “Nothing grew there. Nothing could grow there.
I was baffled how warm the water was it must of raised at least a few degrees from the last time I was here. Subsequently to what occurred I must continue to help the coral and animals after quite a storm. After an hour or so I noticed the lack of sea life, years ago there would of been many Sea Turtles, the Blue Whale and a few Dugongs in which these are all extinct
At night, we slept almost naked and the temperature was thirty below. We were collecting corpses by the budreds every day"(Wiesel 70). Many things can contribute to your health being good or bad. People in the concentration camps didnt get any water which lead to dyhydration and hydration is deadly. They slept almost every night in temperatures below thirty degrees, they also slept naked with no blankets.
On the other hand, they also help out by a ton. Here is how the zebra mussels destroyed and helped the river. Zebra mussels are small, bivalve mussels originally from the lakes and rivers located in Eastern Europe and in the western parts of Russia, which includes the Caspian Sea. Macalester.edu states that “they are filter feeders, pulling nutrients directly from the water.” They are about the size of your fingernail and can grow up to two inches long. They most likely came over to America “in the ballast water of ocean-going ships entering the Great Lakes.
“Yep, pretty much.” Jackson said. “The world no longer has any form of government or order, and the population of the world has been significantly reduced. In fact, you’re the first person I’ve talked to since the bombs dropped.” “The first person? So that must mean none of your friends or family survived?” asked Olympia. “Most likely, my home was even closer to the bomb than your house was.” Jackson said as he stoked the fire.