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MANY a man has suffered untold privations, and many more have lost their lives, while surrounded with food and

all the necessities of life, merely through ignorance of the woods and wild life, or through inability to wrest a

livelihood from nature.

 

There are few places in the north where a man can not manage to exist for months when deprived of every aid of

civilization, provided he is skilled in woodcraft, possesses self reliance and determines not to be beaten. Of course

no one goes into the woods or to camp expecting to be stranded without food, garments or the ordinary necessities

of life, but an upset canoe, a fire, or any one of a dozen other accidents, may leave a camper in such a plight and

for that reason one should ever be prepared for any eventuality. Not only should you know how to find your way,

how to signal and follow a trail, how to build a fire without matches and how to make a good camp, but in addition,

you should be capable of getting a living from the woods and streams; you should know how to trap and fish, how to

tan skins and how to make rude but warm and serviceable garments from the hides of the creatures you kill.

 

A man or boy who is really skilled in woodcraft should be able to go into the wilderness with nothing but the

garments he wears, a knife and his brains and yet live safely, even in comparative comfort, for at least a year.

Several men and a few women have done more than this and have entered the forest naked and without a single

tool, implement or appliance of any sort and yet have lived for months and have come forth to civilization, well,

strong, clad in warm garments and armed with effective weapons.

 

Few men are proficient enough to accomplish such feats, however, and seldom will it be necessary under ordinary

conditions; but the more you can rely upon yourself and the more capable you are of winning a livelihood from the

woods the more you will enjoy your camping experiences and the less will be the chances of any serious casualty

occurring.

 

Even if you are not obliged to use the skins of animals for garments or footwear they may often be used to good

advantage when camping out and every camper should learn how to tan hides and skins and how to make

moccasins.

 

Of course, if you merely wish to preserve the skins of any creatures you catch or kill, it is only necessary to skin the

animals and dry the hides in the shade, for they can be sent to a tannery to be tanned and made into rugs, etc.,

when you return to the city. But it is much more satisfactory to tan your own skins, and by so doing you will have

added to your knowledge of woodcraft, for woodcraft in its broadest sense should always include the ability to wrest

a livelihood, and make oneself comfortable, in the woods.

 

For ordinary use the easiest and simplest way to skin any animal is to cut a straight line down the under side from

chin to tail, with connecting incisions extending from this line to the sole of each of the four feet, and then peel off

the skin. If the hide is intended for a rug or a trophy the feet and head should be carefully skinned and the claws

and lips left on the hide. The skull should then be separated from the neck, carefully cleaned and scraped and

dried so that, later on, it may be used in preparing the hide with mounted head.

 

The skin should then be stretched smoothly on a door, board or wall, with the skin side out, — or it may be

stretched on a frame of poles lashed together, — and should be rubbed with a mixture of salt and alum, after which

it should be dried in the shade. If the skins are valuable and are to be sold or used as furs they should be "cased.''

In other words, one incision should be made from the sole of one hind foot down the inside of the leg, and across

the abdomen and up the other hind leg to the foot. The body should then be removed through this cut, turning the

skin inside out like a glove, and the skin should be slipped (still inside out) over a board or shingle whittled down to

the proper size to fit the skin snugly and of somewhat tapered, oblong form. After the hide is stretched on the board

it should be hung in the shade to dry without anything being rubbed upon it. On the other hand, if you expect to tan

your skins and wish them soft and pliable you should be prepared to use plenty of time and elbow grease, for the

secret of tanning a skin soft is to roll, rub, beat, work and scrape it while drying until thoroughly soft and pliable.

 

There are many different ways of tanning skins and every tanner has his own favorite, — and often secret, —

methods and liquors, but a skin may be tanned by merely rubbing with brains, grease or butter and working and

rubbing until soft. This is a favorite Indian method which is followed by smoking, but it is far easier to use chemicals

of some sort. The old fashioned alum, salt and salt-peter solution; the improved liquor of salt, alum and sulphuric

acid and the various extracts of oak, sumac, mangrove, etc., are all good; but they all require care and time and a

bulky supply of chemicals or liquor. Quite recently I accidentally discovered an entirely new and far better process.

 

This consists of simply soaking the raw, freshly removed skin in a 10% to 15% solution of formalin. This will

thoroughly tan a small deer skin in twelve hours and all fat, grease, bits of flesh, etc., may easily be removed after

soaking. As soon as the skin turns white and leathery, rinse and wash it thoroughly in fresh water; let it drain;

scrape and pull off the bits of meat and grease; work the skin dry by stretching first one way and then another by

rolling and beating, and you will have a beautifully soft, kid-like piece of leather. If you do not wish to spend the time

and labor to work the hide dry you can let it dry flat and will have no difficulty in making it flexible by working it and

pounding it afterwards.

 

Even old dried skins may be tanned to perfection in this way if first softened by soaking in water. Moreover, skins

tanned in this way are quite free from attacks by moths and other pests; they never become stiff or hard from

wetting, and the method is equally good for hides with the hair on or with the hair removed. As a small bottle of full

strength formalin will make enough solution to tan a large number of good sized skins, one may always go prepared

to tan any hides obtained.

 

If you should wish to tan skins without the hair on you must first remove the hair by soaking the fresh skins in a

solution of wood ashes and water, or by burying them in mud for a few hours. As soon as the hair starts to come

away, rinse the skins in fresh water, lay them over a log or rounded beam and with a smooth-edged piece of

hardwood, or the back of a large knife, scrape off all the hair. Then wash and tan as described.

 

Of course many skins obtained by hunting or trapping are useless for garments or footwear, but there are many

others which make excellent leggings, pouches, belts and moccasins. Deer and woodchuck, all the carnivorous

animals, and squirrels, have tough skins which make strong leather, but only the larger species furnish enough

leather to make moccasins or garments of any sort, unless a number of skins are sewed together. If you ever find

yourself in such a predicament that it is necessary to fashion skin garments you will have to use your own ingenuity

and get along as best you may, for it is impossible to describe the method of making clothing from skins in a volume

of this size.

 

On the other hand, it is a very different matter to make moccasins and as these are the easiest and most useful of

footgear for the woods I advise every camper to practice until proficient in the art of making moccasins for himself.

It's far cheaper and more satisfactory than buying them, even if you have to purchase the leather or buckskin, and

are not fortunate enough to have hides obtained and tanned by your own hands.

 

Among the Indians, every tribe had its own distinctive form of moccasin, but many of these were so similar that they

were scarcely more than variations of a common type. To describe them all would require a treatise, but there are

three distinct types which are all good and are easily made and each of which is best adapted to certain localities

and purposes. For convenience these may be called the Algonquin Moccasin, the Sioux Moccasin and the

Seminole Moccasin, for the three forms were distinctive of these tribes, although other tribes used moccasins of

very similar appearance and construction.

 

As these three nations lived in widely separated parts of the country, and under very different conditions, the three

types of moccasins offer a choice of footgear suited to almost any portion of the United States and to almost any

purpose, for you may be sure the Red man, through countless ages of primitive life and experience, has evolved

the moccasin best adapted to his surroundings and purposes.

 

Thus the Algonquin moccasin is soft and flexible and is high cut and is specially adapted to use in the woods and in

canoes, for trailing and stalking game and, if well made, is almost waterproof except by long immersion and is warm

in winter or cool in summer, depending upon whether it is made of thin or thick hide, or of hide with or without hair

left on it.

 

The Sioux moccasin, on the other hand, is low cut with a stout hard sole and is just the sort of footgear one would

expect to find among a race inhabiting the plains and mountains of the west, where sharp pebbles, sand and rough

rocks necessitate a protection for the soles of the wearer's feet, but where silent stalking in forests, the use of

canoes and the necessity of waterproof moccasins are unknown.

 

Very different from either of the above are the moccasins of the Seminoles, a tribe whose hunting grounds and

homes were the deep swamps and everglades of Florida ; a tribe whose journeys were nearly all made by dug-out

canoes and where cold winters were unknown. To make moccasins which would remain dry after continual soaking

in the Florida swamps was impossible; the only requisite was protection for the feet. Warmth was unnecessary, and,

as a result, the Seminoles evolved moccasins of thin, soft leather; high cut and close fitting as a glove; in effect, an

extra thickness of skin to guard against thorns, sawgrass, insect and snake bites; but not intended to withstand long

tramping nor to keep the feet dry.

 

For the white man, however, either or all of these three types of moccasins will be found useful. The Algonquin is

very neat, it is comfortable and is simple to make; the Sioux requires more time in making, but has the advantage of

a thick sole to protect your feet, while the Seminole is made from a single piece of leather; it may be made without

tools of any sort, other than a knife, and it is the simplest of all. An Indian can make a pair of Seminole moccasins in

less than half an hour, but you will find a great deal of practice necessary before you can make a pair readily and

quickly and yet secure a good fit.

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1. He had a job defending his country

2. When he gets blood on the little girl, he becomes frantic to protect her from her own fears that she's been hurt

3. Punching the driver who is insulting the old lady (defending the vulnerable and elderly)

4. Desperate to have a meaningful role in the lives of his wife and daughter (since he's a man, this pretty much resolves to defending them from the world)

5. Killing the Nazi - not necessary, but by doing it he defends Jews, black people and women from the Nazi's hatred

6. When the thugs accost him early on, we find he's got the baseball bat concealed behind his briefcase; if it was in plain view, he wouldn't have been able to use it, so he was obviously thinking of self-defence even when he sat down to read the newspaper!

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Silent Hill Collection

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wood pigeon

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Of course, such a revelation did not quell her determination to be accompanied by a constant buzz as long as she felt the need to remain here.

Which was basically until the prudes felt a need to cut her off or until she felt her social obligation had been met. Though she suspected none would dare go as far as to openly cut her off. It might show some sign of intolerance towards one of their very wealthy, and very absent, benefactors.

As it was, she didn't show any sign of being intoxicated.

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Hitler was trying to save his great country and make it better

he was trying to save his race and his history that is the Nordic gods

so if you think that one mans love is a f***et up think then you should be shot.

to be open mined is not to be gay being open mined is to be knowing to every think to know what is right and to know what is wrong. its up to you if you love your race or not. i want my kids to look like an Aryan

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Supremo Burrito.

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[[WMG: Ponies are Programs]] Equestria's world is a node in a Reboot/Tron universe inside a computer. That's why ponies have to move the sun and the moon, control the weather and generally micromanage their entire environment. But unlike Reboot or Tron, they don't know it.

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Some guys have all the luck

Some guys have all the pain

Some guys get all the breaks

Some guys do nothing but complain

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The streets at night were dangerous… downright deadly lately, but Jane Sommersby could not stay inside. She needed to keep working. She needed the money for liquor and food and rent. She knew the order of that was muddled, but the addiction held her tight.

So, despite what had happened to her friend Polly and to Anne Chapman, Jane found herself out on the street making a living. It had been several weeks since the Anne Chapman murder, making the street a little less tense. Jane did not jump every time someone approached her.

 

What were the odds that she would be the next victim? He was like the boogeyman… just a warning.

 

The man in the top hat and the long black cloak moved toward her. She could tell by a glance that this man was of good stock. He was not the Jew butcher or the demon that the papers speculated was the Ripper, and Jane needed the work. She smiled at the Dandy Dan as he moved toward her.

 

It did not take many words for Jane to accompany him. She knew this man was too high brow to be a slasher. This was just business now. Jane was unprepared when he grabbed her by the arm, in the alleyway just off Dutfield's Yard past Berner Street.

 

“Jane Sommersby, we need not go any farther,” he said, a cold, murderous stare highlighting his face.

 

“How did you know my name?” she said in a whisper. It was a preferred tactic to use a fake name in her line of business. Whores couldn’t be too careful.

 

The shining blade of the knife flashed before her face, slashing a slice across her pallid shoulder. Pain flooded her mind. She grasped at the cut, trying to keep the blood from spurting out. A blow from the brunt of the knife sent the whore back into the sewage in the street. Blackness was all she knew. Her last thought was that she would finally be reunited with her love.

 

Jack the Ripper towered over the fallen whore, knife held tightly in his grasp, his pulse racing and adrenaline exploding in his chest. In his warped mind, he pictured the whore whose fault it was for the Ripper’s reign of terror. Florence Maybrick… every time he dispatched one of these dirty creatures, he saw her face. And his anger was released. He moved toward Jane’s unconscious body for the tête-à-tête… to take out his frustrations.

 

The flash of smoke and fire above the woman’s body surprised the killer. The blue demon with the long tail stood over the fallen whore, a quick backhand knocking the Ripper away. With the surprise assault, Kurt Wagner held the injured woman in his arms, and they both disappeared.

 

The Ripper regained his footing, refusing to brush the dirt from his clothes, his eyes darting around the alley. There was no sign of the whore or her rescuer. The anger swelled within him, unable to release his pent up chagrin because of the hindrance of the hero. His wail broke the silence of the night.

 

“Are you alright, sir?” said Elizabeth Stride, an unfortunate lady of the night entering the alley. The single slice across her neck sent her crumbling to the ground. Wrong place, wrong time. But the timing was wrong for him. He could not finish the rest of his… needs…without being caught. But… he would not be done. Not tonight.

 

Kurt tenderly laid the woman down on the bed in the room above Murdock’s law firm. Matt had given Kurt this room to stay and hide out from the crowd until he decided what to do. Kurt did not have much. He had the Bible and a few items that were in the room already. His recent discovery of his strange ability… this ability to disappear and reappear in a different place… was disconcerting. Out in the night, Kurt Wagner was seeing the limits of this ability.

 

Seeing the attack, Kurt decided that he could not stand by and watch the woman be slaughtered. The Nightcrawler intervened.

 

Jane’s eyes slowly opened, her last memory was an expectation of not opening them again. The blue face was the last thing she expected.

 

“Am I in Hell?” she asked, calm, as if it was what she expected.

 

“Nein, fraulein, you are alive and well,” Kurt said.

 

The fear began to well up inside Jane, now not sure where she was or what had happened. She found herself too scared to scream. This night had gone from strange to surreal.

 

“Where am I?” she asked.

 

“You are safe, at the office of mein freund,” Kurt said. “My name is Kurt Wagner. You were in some distress, I am afraid. I was able to get you away from the fiend. I returned to the scene, but unfortunately, it appeared that I was not able to prevent another tragedy,” he said.

 

“Someone else? He killed someone else?”

 

“Ja, I am afraid that is so,” Kurt said. “It is a dangerous time.”

 

“He knew my name,” said Jane. “My real name…”

 

“You are safe here…” Kurt pauses. He realized that he did not know her name.

 

“Jane,” she said.

 

“You are safe here, Jane. I will not let anyone harm you. Lay your head back… close your eyes… secure in the knowledge that no one will threaten you tonight,” said Kurt.

 

Jane placed her head back on the pillow. Something in his voice made her believe that she truly was safe. His kind, smiling face a stark opposite to the evil she had seen earlier. Yet, this Kurt Wagner looked like a monster and the other man looked like a gentleman. The irony was not lost on Jane as she faded into the arms of the sandman knowing that the demon would protect her.

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"Captain! Captain! Come quick!" The voice of the one legged runt, Korik, broke through Roth's thoughts. Roth slammed his fist down on his heavy wooden map table and stormed out of the cabin bent on tearing the other leg from the pigglet's body. When Korik saw the expression upon Roth's face he back-peddled quickly. Unfortunately he was not able to move quite quick enough and really started to sweat when Roth grabbed hold of him by the throat. He could see the murderous intent in his captain's eyes. That was until Roth noticed the small riot on his deck. he promptly dropped Korik and swaggered over to the writhing crowd of men.

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