I think this is just can-do spirit. Another scene which impressed me most was that Cogburn’s saving Mattie. Because Mattie was bite by a poisonous snake. At the beginning, they rode the horse, but later, the horse was tired to death. So Cogburn had nothing to do take Mattie and run.
Then somewhere in the woods Cronic found a batch of yellow and purple mushrooms. And Cronic loved mushrooms especially in a stew. But he was too hungry and he started to eat them right there. About an hour after he ate and gathered all the mushrooms he could. Cronic started to notice a weird feeling he had and that all the trees were changing colors.
With the working bow, he could catch and kill fish and birds to eat their meat and make feathered arrows. Later, a tornado hits close to Brian’s shelter and destroys his shelter and puts out his fire. It also throws his tools into the lake. He immediately works on making a new fire, knowing that fire is needed to survive in the wilderness: “He worked slowly, but even so, with his new skill he had a fire going in less than an hour” (Paulsen 150). With fire, he is protected from animals.
At this tribe, “[Jack is] going to be chief” (136) and is located on the other end of the island. Jack’s tribe focuses on hunting pigs “and forget the beast” but “leave some of the kill for it” (136) so it does not bother his tribe. Jack’s tribe seems to be enjoying themselves, but they “wore the damp darkness of the forest like [their] old clothes” (137) showing how savage they have become. Their savageness turns into the murder of Simon and gets called an “accident” (160) because the bigguns do not want to scare the littluns or themselves, but leads to the death of Piggy and the attempted killing of Ralph. Jack not only creates his own tribe but also causes the island to become very
If Jack and his hunters would have been taking care of all of their responsibilities instead of just hunting all day, if they would have just been watching the fire they could have gotten off the island before anybody could get hurt, before it was a game of life and death. Hunting continually distracts the boys from their responsibilities, and it distracts them from what should be their main priority, getting off of the island. “‘There was a ship.’… Ralph brought his arm down, fist clenched, and his voice shook. ‘There was a ship. Out there.
Without the illumination of the fire on the island the boys wouldn’t have been rescued, or without it they would of not had anything to eat but fruit. Ralph uses the fire to find a way to get rescued. Instead jack uses it for something more savage, to smoke out the pigs and ralph. His objective was to kill them by using fire but was useful to get themselves rescued. The last symbol that changes life on the island in a dramatic way is piggy’s glasses.
When his “young fire” lit up, his first thought was to rub his feet to warm it up but he couldn’t. And now everything quickly become worse, he had to hold the matches on the tip of the fingers, clutched the match between his forefinger and his thumb, but in scratching the match he dropped it on the snow and couldn’t pick it up. We have another picture of the same Tom Vincent, a totally different new Tom because at the beginning of the journey he was carefree mind and happy but now in such circumstance like this we just see a lonely Tom trying in building a fire. He again set a fire to the remaining fragment of birch bark and he again quenched his “tiny flame” as his body was so chilled and his hands were shaking as he added the first twig to the flame. His first “young fire” was gone due to the snow, but now his “tiny flame” was quenched due to his losing control over his hands.
It is barbaric, awful and a terrible waste of human life. The rain is constantly flooding the trenches and turning the floor into mud, it is so bad that many of the men are getting open sores on their feet, they call it trench foot and they can hardly walk because of the pain. Life here is gruesome. Yesterday I saw my friend, Michael Phellps, die right in front of me because he had lost his gas mask and the enemy's gas was everywhere in the air. We couldn't do anything but watch him die, screaming for help.
| | | MODERN HUNTING | The American Way | | William Wallace | DeVry University Modern Hunting: The American Way Martin and his best friend Chris had unloaded the last boxes out of the moving van. Although it had been a long arduous day, the gratification of completing the move into Martin’s new house lessened the overwhelming impact of fatigue and weariness of their bodies and minds. Martin chose this area to live in because his new house bordered a wooded area of state-owned land that was prime hunting grounds. As they both surveyed the property and the woods beyond, Chris spotted movement at the edge of the tree line. A white tailed buck with an ‘eight point rack’ appeared out of the deep green underbrush meandering
Every now and again I would see a golfer in the woods looking for the missing ball and I would help them try to find out, sometime we would find it but other times we had no luck. Though some days I would get lucky and find a lot of balls. After doing this for several weeks I had quite the collection of golf balls. So I decided it was time to turn my collection into a business. When I first started my business I would sell the balls for $0.30 a ball.