In Africa Hunting Adventures in the Big Game Country
Amazon Reader Review (I downloaded this one thanks to this review): Some of the best things about In Africa Hunting Adventures in the Big Game Country aren’t just what McCutcheon writes, but the pictures that he formed in my mind about what it was really like to go on such an adventure in the early days of the 20th century.
It is so easy to get trapped in our present view where travel involves packing a bag and getting on an airplane, only to arrive anywhere in the world within 24 hours. During the flight, we use our vast electronic resources to learn (we think) everything about our destination.
This wasn’t the Africa that John McCutcheon knew. His Africa was largely un-mapped, the game species were only loosely documented, and even getting there was an adventure.
What a joy it was to ready McCutcheon’s description as he opens the book with a the description of the massive logistical effort that needed to be undertaken just to get to Africa in the early 1900s. Add to that, his fantastic description of going to the British Museum during his stop in London with his safari companions so that they could review the appearance and anatomy of animals that they had never seen before, but intended to hunt. It’s fascinating to think about a time that really wasn’t all that long ago, yet many species of animals in Africa had yet to be photographed.
History buffs will also be held captive by his descriptions of the unease that existed on the final leg of his voyage from Italy to Africa. His descriptions of the tension that existed on-board ship between the British and German passengers sent a chill up my spine. It was almost although there was a sense of foreboding borne by the sea air on that voyage. They seemed already resigned the inevitability of a Great War that was still hidden over the horizon.
Once in Africa, the danger was very real. Not just the obvious danger, from the animals. McCutcheon references several times the pains they took to avoid areas that were thought to harbor “fevers”. Again, from our modern world that keeps us wrapped in an antibiotic safety blanket, it’s startling to think of just how big of a risk a safari was in terms of dying from illnesses that are now easily preventable and curable. It’s with this danger factor in mind that I found parts of the story became even more thrilling. For example, when McCutcheon attempted to head off a giraffe on horseback by running at a full gallop across a grassy plain. On any stride, the horses hooves could have found a hole and McCutcheon would be seriously injured or (if lucky) killed outright.
It seems fashionable for some readers of these accounts of safaris to preface their comments with the fact that they are against shooting animals. Especially in Africa. John McCutcheon explains in detail his views on why it is justifiable. If you read his accounts of the extreme danger and utter fairness involved in hunting elephants they way they did it–on foot and on the ground, up close and personal–it’s hard to see McCutcheon in unfavorable terms. He was a sportsman of his day and of a time when the vast numbers of animals in Africa meant that the sportsman had no impact whatsoever on the health of the species.
Except, perhaps, that it was the sportsmen that were increasingly raising the alarm as settlers increasingly killed off game in order to protect crops and cattle.
A very entertaining, sometimes thrilling, and often thought-provoking read that shows the modern reader the details of what it was really like to go there. It was interesting for me to think about the concept of courage. Would any of us these days have the courage to travel and then to hunt dangerous game in the time, place and in the world that McCutcheon lived in?
Camp and Trail
For a free book on the Kindle the value is astronomical.
The people saying this book is dated are right, you’re not going to be wearing moccasins. Waterproof boots are less of a gimmick with the advent of goretex In fact the outdoors-man has an astounding number of gear options since the author’s lifetime 1873-1946. This book isn’t going to tell you what kind of treaking poles you should use, or the technological wonder that is a spandex polyester blend long underwear. Its also not going to tell you how to build a campfire or tie a knot, or a number of other things that a man was just expected to know in the early 1900′s.
What you are going to get by reading this book is how the author approached his gear philosophically and practically. You’ll learn what he used and more importantly why he used it… you’ll also understand how his gear and approach changed after more hours outdoors then most modern folks will ever see. I think by reading this book you’ll understand how the author would choose his gear in modern times. You’ll come to understand that the needs of a human being haven’t changed that much, nor has the debate on how to fulfill them.
What I found most valuable: an easy to follow method on deciding what is necessary and what is unnecessary gear. How to avoid dangers of being over-encumbered, while still avoiding the dangers of being under equipped is the key to enjoying the outdoors. It was also refreshing to see that gear selection was situation dependent (some modern folks seem to be stuck on having a one size fits all solution to their outdoors kit)
I just liked the sound of this title:
The Amateur Poacher
It’s also at Gutenberg, and it’s very lovely nature writing:
A dreamy, slumberous place, where the sedges slept, and the green flags bowed their pointed heads. Under the bushes in the distant nook the moorhen, reassured by the silence, came out from the grey-green grass and the rushes. Surely Calypso’s cave could not be far distant, where she
with work and song the time divides,
And through, the loom the golden shuttle guides.
For the Immortals are hiding somewhere still in the woods; even now I do not weary searching for them.
But as we rested a shadow fell from a cloud that covered the sun, and immediately a faint sigh arose from among the sedges and the reeds, and two pale yellow leaves fell from the willows on the water. A gentle breeze followed the cloud, chasing its shadow. Orion touched his rod meaningly. So I stepped ashore with the gun to see if a channel could be found into the open water, and pushed through the bush. Briar and bramble choked the path, and hollow willow stoles; but, holding the gun upright, it was possible to force through, till, pushing between a belt of reeds and round an elder thicket, I came suddenly on a deep, clear pool—all but walking into it. Up rose a large bird out of the water with a bustling of wings and splashing, compelled to ‘rocket’ by the thick bushes and willow poles. There was no time to aim; but the old gun touched the shoulder and went off without conscious volition on my part.
The bird flew over the willows, but the next moment there was a heavy splash somewhere beyond out of sight. Then came an echo of the report sent back from the woods adjoining, and another, and a third and fourth, as the sound rolled along the side of the hill, caught in the coombes and thrown to and fro like a ball in a tennis-court. Wild with anxiety, we forced the punt at the bulrushes, in the corner where it looked most open, and with all our might heaved it over the weeds and the mud, and so round the islet into the next pool, and thence into the open water. It was a wild duck, and was speedily on board.
Stepping the mast and hoisting the sail, we drifted before the faint breath of air that now just curled the surface, steering straight across the open for the stony barren islands at the mouth of the bay. The chart drawn in pencil—what labour it cost us!—said that there, a few yards from the steep shore, was a shoal with deep water round it. For some reason there always seemed a slight movement or current—a set of the water there, as if it flowed into the little bay.
In swimming we often came suddenly out of a cold into a stratum of warm water (at the surface); and perhaps the difference in the temperature may have caused the drift, for the bay was in shadow half the day. Now, wherever there is motion there will fish assemble; so as the punt approached the shoal the sail was doused, and at twenty yards’ distance I put the anchor into the water—not dropping it, to avoid the splash—and let it slip gently to the bottom.
Life of Frederick Courtenay Selous, D.S.O. Capt. 25th Royal Fusiliers
Random chapter excerpt (taken from Gutenberg):
The years 1872-1874 were undoubtedly the most strenuous of Selous’ life, for after his return to South Africa in 1876 he used the horse in the greater part of his journeys in the interior, except on such trips as he made into the “fly,” when he seldom met with elephants. He landed again at Algoa Bay on March 15th, 1876, and at once organized another trip into the interior, taking four months before he reached the Matabele country by bullock waggon. Here he met his old friend Dorehill, Lieutenant Grandy, R.N., and a Mr. Horner, and as it was too late to make an extensive trip after elephants the party spent the remainder of the year in short hunting trips down the Tati, Shashi, and Ramokwebani rivers. Much of this time was spent in hunting giraffes, and he gives many lively accounts of this exhilarating sport, also of hunting buffaloes and the larger antelopes. One day on the Ramokwebani Selous and his friends had a thrilling hunt after an old male lion which gave much trouble. Selous broke the animal’s shoulder with the first shot and then followed into thick bush in which the lion kept retreating. For that evening he was lost as night came on, but next day Selous tried his dogs, which seemed disinclined to face the quarry. The lion, however, was soon found, as a wet night had made “spooring” easy, and he kept up a continuous roaring, which is unusual. Grandy and Horner had shots, after which the lion continued his retreat from one thicket to another, but roaring at intervals.
“As it was, however, I was peering about into the bush to try and catch sight of him, holding my rifle advanced in front of me, and on full cock, when I became aware that he was coming at me through the bush. The next instant out he burst. I was so close that I had not even time to take a sight, but, stepping a pace backwards, got the rifle to my shoulder, and, when his head was close upon the muzzle, pulled the trigger and jumped to one side. The lion fell almost at my very feet, certainly not six feet from the muzzle of the rifle. Grandy and Horner, who had a good view of the charge, say that he just dropped in his tracks when I fired, which I could not see for the smoke. One thing, however, I had time to notice, and that was that he did not come at me in bounds, but with a rush along the ground. Perhaps it was his broken shoulder that hindered him from springing, but for all that he came at a very great rate, and with his mouth open. Seeing him on the ground, I thought that I must have shattered his skull and killed him, when, as we were advancing towards him, he stood up again. Dorehill at once fired with a Martini-Henry rifle, and shot him through the thigh. On this he fell down again, and, rolling over on to his side, lay gasping. We now went up to him, but, as he still continued to open his mouth, Horner gave him a shot in the head. I now examined my prize with great satisfaction. He was an average-sized lion, his pegged-out skin measuring 10 ft. 3 in. from nose to tip of tail, sleek, and in fine condition, and his teeth long and perfect.
Warwick Woodlands Things as they Were There Twenty Years Ago
Also at Gutenberg.
Intro: It was a fine October evening when I was sitting on the back stoop of his cheerful little bachelor’s establishment in Mercer street, with my old friend and comrade, Henry Archer. Many a frown of fortune had we two weathered out together; in many of her brightest smiles had we two reveled–never was there a stauncher friend, a merrier companion, a keener sportsman, or a better fellow, than this said Harry; and here had we two met, three thousand miles from home, after almost ten years of separation, just the same careless, happy, dare-all do-no-goods that we were when we parted in St. James’s street,–he for the West, I for the Eastern World–he to fell trees, and build log huts in the backwoods of Canada,–I to shoot tigers and drink arrack punch in the Carnatic. The world had wagged with us as with most others: now up, now down, and laid us to, at last, far enough from the goal for which we started–so that, as I have said already, on landing in New York, having heard nothing of him for ten years, whom the deuce should I tumble on but that same worthy, snugly housed, with a neat bachelor’s menage, and every thing ship-shape about him?–So, in the natural course of things, we were at once inseparables.
Well–as I said before, it was a bright October evening, with the clear sky, rich sunshine, and brisk breezy freshness, which indicate that loveliest of the American months,–dinner was over, and with a pitcher of the liquid ruby of Latour, a brace of half-pint beakers, and a score –my contribution–of those most exquisite of smokables, the true old Manila cheroots, we were consoling the inward man in a way that would have opened the eyes, with abhorrent admiration, of any advocate of that coldest of comforts–cold water–who should have got a chance peep at our snuggery.
Random excerpt from the middlish section: Luncheon was soon discussed, a noble cold quail pie and a spiced round of beef, which formed the most essential parts thereof, displaying in their rapidly diminished bulk ocular evidence of the extent of sportmen’s appetites; a single glass of shrub and water followed, cheroots were lighted, and forth the comrades sallied, the Commodore inquiring as they went what were the prospects of success.
“You fellows,” he concluded, “have, I suppose, swept the ground completely.”
“That you shall see directly,” answered Archer; “I shall make you no promises. But see how evidently Grouse recollects those dogs of mine, though it is nearly a year since they have met; don’t you think so, A—?”
“To be sure I do,” replied the Commodore; “I saw it the first moment you came up–had they been strangers he would have tackled them upon the instant; and instead of that he began wagging his tail, and wriggling about, and playing with them. Oh! depend upon it, dogs think, and remember, and reflect far more than we imagine–”
“Oh! run back, Timothy–run back!” here Archer interrupted him–”we don’t want you this afternoon. Harness the nags and pack the wagon, and put them to, at five–we shall be at home by then, for we intend to be at Tom’s to-night. Now look out, Frank, those three last quail we marked in from the hill dropped in the next field, where the ragwort stands so thick; and five to one, as there is a thin growth of brushwood all down this wall side, they will have run down hither. Why, man alive! you’ve got no copper caps on!”
“By George! no more I have–I took them off when I laid down my gun in the house, and forgot to replace them.”
“And a very dangerous thing you did in taking them off, permit me to assure you. Any one but a fool, or a very young child, knows at once that a gun with caps on is loaded. You leave yours on the table without caps, and in comes some meddling chap or other, puts on one to try the locks, or to frighten his sweetheart, or for some other no less sapient purpose, and off it goes! and if it kill no one, it’s God’s mercy! Never do that again, Frank!”
Meanwhile they had arrived within ten yards of the low rickety stone wall, skirted by a thin fringe of saplings, in which Archer expected to find game–Grouse, never in what might be called exact command, had disappeared beyond it.
“Hold up, good dogs!” cried Harry, and as he spoke away went Shot and Chase–the red dog, some three yards ahead, jumped on the wall, and, in the act of bounding over it, saw Grouse at point beyond. Rigid as stone he stood upon that tottering ridge, one hind foot drawn up in the act of pointing, for both the fore were occupied in clinging to some trivial inequalities of the rough coping, his feathery flag erect, his black eye fixed, and his lip slavering; for so hot was the scent that it reached his exquisitely fashioned organs, though Grouse was many feet advanced between him and the game. Shot backed at the wall-foot, seeing the red dog only, and utterly unconscious that the pointer had made the game beyond.
“By Jove! but that is beautiful!” exclaimed the Commodore. “That is a perfect picture!–the very perfection of steadiness and breaking.”
Round About a Great Estate
The only spot about the Chace where the wind-anemones grew was in a small detached copse of ash-poles nearly a mile from the great woods. Between the stoles, which were rather far apart, the ground was quite covered in spring with dark-green vegetation, so that it was impossible to walk there without treading down the leaves of bluebells, anemones, and similar woodland plants. But if you wished to see the anemones in their full beauty it was necessary to visit the copse frequently; for if you forgot it, or delayed a fortnight, very likely upon returning you would find that their fleeting loveliness was over. Their slender red stems rise but a few inches, and are surrounded with three leaves; the six white petals of the cup-shaped flower droop a little and have a golden centre. Under the petal is a tinge of purple, which is sometimes faintly visible through it. The leaves are not only three in number, but are each cut deeply thrice; they are hardy, but the flower extremely delicate.
On the banks dividing the copse from the meadows around it the blue dog-violets, which have no perfume, often opened so large and wide as to resemble pansies. They do not appear like this till just as their flowering time is almost over. The meadows by the copse were small, not more than two or three acres each. One which was marshy was white for weeks together with the lady’s-smock or cuckoo-flower. The petals of these flowers are silvery white in some places, in others tinted with lilac. The hues of wild flowers vary with their situation: in shady woodlands the toadflax or butter-and-eggs is often pale—a sulphur colour; upon the Downs it is a deep and beautiful yellow. In a ditch, of this marshy meadow was a great bunch of woodruff, above whose green whorls the white flowers were lifted. Over them the brambles arched, their leaves growing in fives, and each leaf prickly. The bramble-shoots, as they touch the ground, take root and rise again, and thus would soon cross a field were they not cut down.
Pheasants were fond of visiting this copse, following the hedgerows to it from the Chace, and they always had one or more nests in it. A green woodpecker took it in his route, though he did not stay long, there not being many trees. These birds seem to have their regular rounds; there are some copses where they are scarcely ever heard. They prefer old trees; where there is much large and decaying timber, there the woodpeckers come. Such little meadows as these about the copse are the favourite resort of birds and the very home of flowers—more so than extensive woods like the Chace, or the open pastures and arable fields. Thick hedgerows attract birds, and behind such cover their motions may be watched. There is, too, more variety of bush and tree.
In one such hedgerow leading from the copse the maple-bushes in spring were hung with the green flowers which, though they depend in their season from so many trees, as the oak, are perhaps rarely observed. The elder-bushes in full white bloom scented the air for yards around both by night and day; the white bloom shows on the darkest evening. Besides several crab-stoles—the buds of the crab might be mistaken for thorns growing pointed at the extreme end of the twigs—there was a large crab tree, which bore a plentiful crop. The lads sharpen their knives by drawing the blade slowly to and fro through a crab-apple; the acid of the fruit eats the steel like aquafortis. They hide stores of these crabs in holes in the hayricks, supposing them to improve by keeping. There, too, they conceal quantities of the apples from the old orchards, for the fruit in them is often almost as hard and not much superior in flavour to the crab. These apples certainly become more mellow after several months in the warm hay.
Organic Composting Made Easy: How To Create Natural Fertilizer At Home
Just ten chapters.
In this day and age it’s difficult to know what is really in your food, even vegetables labeled as “organic” can contain artificial substances and are often grown in fertilizers that can harm both the earth and the plants themselves.
Compost has been made from organic matter that has decomposed; it is the best, most environmentally friendly fertilizer for your plants.
Whether you want to have an organic farm so that you know exactly where your fruits and vegetables come from or you want a thriving garden, composting is the way to go and this book will help you along the way.
Ketogenic Diet: A Low Carb Approach to Lose Weight, Beat Disease, and Feel Amazing (Ketogenic Diet for Weight Loss – Your Ultimate Plan for Optimal Health)
This book, Ketogenic Diet: A Low Carb Approach to Lose Weight, Beat Disease, and Feel Amazing (Ketogenic Diet for Weight Loss – Your Ultimate Plan for Optimal Health), is a very well written and indeed very thoughtful book. The book is divided into What is the Ketogenic Diet? – In the most general terms, a Ketogenic Diet is any diet that causes ketone figures to be transformed by the liver, moving the body’s digestion system far from glucose usage and towards fat usage, What is Ketosis? – The point when perusing or catching wind of low-carb diets, you may have heard the expression “Ketogenic Diet”. Progressively, individuals have addressed about this. Are all low-carb diets Ketogenic? Is that a great thing or a bad thing? What constitutes a Ketogenic Diet? What are the preferences and hindrances of a Ketogenic Diet?, What are the Benefits of the Ketogenic Diet? – Certain people will react differently to different diets, and so you need to make sure that you know exactly what you’re getting into, Are there any Risk to the Ketogenic Diet – Like with every diet that you may consider, there are definitely a handful of negatives that may occur as a result of going on the Ketogenic Diet. When making the decision as to whether or not you’re going to go on the Ketogenic Diet, you need to keep the following potential issues in mind as well. Of course, as you will see, some of these problems may not affect you, So, What Does Ketogenic Diet Look Like? – Of course, we’ve been sitting here talking about all of the different benefits and potential risks that are associated with the diet, but what does the diet look like? As we’ve said in other sections, a Ketogenic Diet is a lot different than a standard low-carb diet, because there are a number of changes that you have to make in order to make sure that the diet works correctly for you and your body, Sample 3 Day Meal Plan for Ketogenic Diet – If you are looking to start a Ketogenic Diet Plan, it’s good to have an idea of what you’re supposed to be eating on a regular basis. A basic meal plan can give you an idea of everything that you want to schedule and arrange, Recipes to Use while on the Ketogenic Diet – When you are on a Ketogenic Diet, you are likely wondering about recipes that you can try? Just eating random foods can get boring. If you want to liven up your Ketogenic Diet and make dishes that your whole family can enjoy, take a look at these recipes and try them for yourself.
The Boundless Chemistry textbook is a college-level, introductory textbook that covers the exciting subject of Chemistry, a discipline foundational to many areas of scientific study. Boundless works with subject matter experts to select the best open educational resources available on the web, review the content for quality, and create introductory, college-level textbooks designed to meet the study needs of university students.
This textbook covers:
Chemistry — Overview of Chemistry, Classification of Matter, Physical and Chemical Properties of Matter, Units of Measurement, Measurement Uncertainty, Dimensional Analysis
Atoms, Molecules, and Ions — History of Atomic Structure, Discoveries Leading to Nuclear Atom Model, The Structure of the Atom, The Periodic Table, Types of Chemical Bonds, Chemical Formulas, Naming Compounds, Organic Compounds
Mass Relationships and Chemical Equations — Atomic Mass, Molar Mass, Compound Composition, Experimental Data and Empirical Formulas, Reaction Stoichiometry
Aqueous Reactions — Types of Aqueous Solutions, Precipitation Reactions, Acid-Base Reactions, Oxidation-Reduction Reactions, Solution Concentration
Gases — Properties of Gases, Gas Laws, The Ideal Gas Law, Gas Stoichiometry, Partial Pressure, Kinetic Molecular Theory, Deviation of Gas from Ideal Behavior
Thermochemistry — Energy, Thermodynamics, Enthalpy, Calorimetry, Standard Enthalpy of Formation and Reaction, Energy Use and the Environment
Quantum Theory — The Nature of Light, Bohr’s Theory, Quantum Mechanical Description of the Atomic Orbital, Orbital Shapes
Periodic Properties — The History of the Periodic Table, Electron Configuration, Periodic Trends, Variation in Chemical Properties
Basic Concepts of Chemical Bonding — Lewis Dot Symbols and Lewis Structures, The Ionic Bond, The Covalent Bond, Electronegativity, Formal Charge and Resonance, Exceptions to the Octet Rule, Bond Energy and Enthalpy
Advanced Concepts of Chemical Bonding — VESPR Model, Molecular Geometry, Molecular Shape and Polarity, Valence Bond Theory, Molecular Orbital Theory
Liquids and Solids — Kinetic Molecular Theory of Liquids and Solids, Intermolecular Forces, Liquid Properties, Solid Properties, Types of Crystals, Crystals and Band Theory, Amorphous Solids, Phase Changes, Phase Diagrams
Solutions — Properties of Solutions, Concentration Units, Factors Affecting Solubility, Colligative Properties of Nonelectrolyte Solutions, Colligative Properties of Electrolyte Solutions, Colloids
Chemical Kinetics — Reaction Rates, The Rate Law: Concentration and Time, Activation Energy and Temperature Dependence, Reaction Mechanisms, Catalysis
Chemical Equilibrium — Equilibrium, Writing Equilibrium Constant Expressions, Calculating the Equilibrium Constant, Factors that Affect Chemical Equilibrium
Acids and Bases — Acids and Bases, The pH Scale, Strength of Acids, Strength of Bases, Diprotic and Polyprotic Acids, Acid Strength and Molecular Structure, Acid-Base Properties of Salts, Acid-Base Properties of Oxides, Lewis Acids and Bases
Acid-Base Equilibria — Homogeneous versus Heterogeneous Solution Equilibria, Buffer Solutions, Buffer Effectiveness, Acid-Base Titrations, Solubility Equilibria, Complex Ion Equilibria and Solubility, Qualitative Chemical Analysis
Thermodynamics — The Laws of Thermodynamics, Entropy, Gibbs Free Energy, Free Energy and Chemical Equilibrium
Electrochemistry — Oxidation-Reduction Equations, Electrochemical Cells, Standard Reduction Potentials, Cell Potentials, Batteries, Electrolysis, Corrosion
Nuclear Chemistry — Radioactivity, Nuclear Reactions, Nuclear Transmutation, Nuclear Fission, Nuclear Fusion, Use of Isotopes, Effects of Radiation on Life
Metals — Occurrence and Properties of Metals, Metallurgic Processes, Band Theory of Electrical Conductivity, Alloys, Metals, Some 3d Transition Metals
Nonmetallic Elements — Properties of Nonmetals, Hydrogen, Silicates, Carbon, Nitrogen and Phosphorous, Boron, Oxygen, Sulfur, Halogens
Transition Metals — Properties of Transition Metals, Chemistry of Selected Transition Metals, Coordination Compounds, Bonding in Coordination Compounds: Valence Bond Theory, Bonding in Coordination Compounds: Crystal Field Theory, Reactions and Applications of Coordination Compounds
Organic Chemistry — Classes of Organic Compounds, Allphatic Hydrocarbons, Alkenes and Alkynes, Aromatic Hydrocarbons, Functional Group Names, Properties, and Reactions
The following chapters are also included:
Chemistry and The Real World
Reader Review: The lesson that most students never learn is that all text books are really the same. And if you really want to learn something, it’s the effort you put into your mastery of the subject that matters, not the price of the book.
This is a perfectly servicable text book for analytical chemistry I and II.
Part of a new series, if you’re interested in other textbooks (all free right now), look for Boundless.
For instance: Physics
(for a motivated beginner with some background- reader review)
The Bible, Genesis & Geology
Most people believe the seven days of Genesis to be some enigmatic description of the Earth’s geologic history, but Scripture does not support this. There is a time gap between the first two verses of Genesis. In this book you will learn about a literal interpretation of the Genesis narrative that does not contradict the scientific evidence for an Old Earth. The Gap Theory or Ruin-Reconstruction interpretation is a theological doctrine much older than Darwin’s Theory of Evolution. It is based on the Scriptural fact that in the second verse of Genesis, the Holy Bible simply and clearly states that the planet Earth was already here in a ruined state before the creative process of the seven days begins. The Bible itself provides insight into a great mystery in Earth’s natural history at what is known as the Pleistocene – Holocene boundary. Science remains at a loss to definitively explain the Ice Age and the anomaly of the mysterious mega fauna extinctions across the face of the Earth about 13,000 to 10,000 Radio Carbon years ago. Geologic evidence from that period indicates extraordinary global massive volcanism, gigantic tidal waves, seismic activity on a vast scale, and extreme temperature swings on the Earth over a geologically brief period of time. It is no coincidence that the Bible in Genesis 1:2 describes the Earth as flooded, desolate, and in darkness in the time frame closely corresponding to these catastrophic events in the Earth’s natural history. Clearly, these two mysteries are linked. The Earth has an ancient natural history that can be deciphered from the geologic record, but it also has an equally important ancient spiritual history that can only be deciphered by rightly dividing the Holy Bible.
Understanding the Times
by Ken Ham- Ken Ham is the president/CEO and founder of Answers in Genesis – U.S. and the highly acclaimed Creation Museum.
Not free, but only a dollar, and WOW:
The Answer to the Atheist’s Handbook
Rev. Wurmbrand languished for fourteen years in Communist prisons. Though beaten and starved, he never broke. Having passed through hell on earth, this courageous Romanian pastor emerged with a burning love for God and his fellow man.
In this remarkable book, conceived while he was in solitary confinement, Wurmbrand demolishes the arguments for atheism as presented by the Soviet Academy of Science in its Atheist’s Handbook.
Throughout the Communist world, people who wanted to get ahead had to master The Atheist’s Handbook. Its teachings were drilled into children at school. But Wurmbrand demonstrates that the atheist creed leaves more questions unanswered than it professes to settle. On the positive side, he marshals the testimony of artists, musicians, writers, philosophers, scientists, statesmen, and saints–all of whom bear eloquent witness to the reality of God.
With the sparkling sense of humor that helped sustain him through unspeakable sufferings, Wurmbrand tells the story of God’s love for us in language anyone can understand. Is there a God? Does He care about man? Can we trust what the Scriptures tell us about Him? Yes, says Rev. Richard Wurmbrand, in a ringing affirmation of faith that comes from the heart–and from the head.
The Descent of Man
“With savages, the weak in body or mind are soon eliminated; and those that survive commonly exhibit a vigorous state of health. We civilized men, on the other hand, do our utmost to check the process of elimination; we build asylums for the imbecile, the maimed, and the sick: we institute poor-laws; and our medical men exert their utmost skill to save the life of every one to the last moment. There is a reason to believe that vaccination has preserved thousands, who from a weak constitution would formerly have succumbed to small-pox. Thus the weak members of civilized societies propagate their kind. No one who has attended to the breeding of domestic animals will doubt that this must be highly injurious to the race of man. It is surprising how soon a want of care, or care wrongly directed, leads to the degeneration of a domestic race; but excepting in the case of man himself, hardly any one is so ignorant as to allow his worst animals to breed”
Why you should read this.
Darwin does get blamed for a lot of things he didn’t say or that are misunderstood (the title of his first book, for example, includes the term ‘favoured races,’ but it’s wrong to claim he was talking about human races there). Be sure you know which is which.
Fight Now: Eat & Live Proactively Against Breast Cancer
Dr. Tabor’s FIGHT NOW book provides information on lifestyle choices that might improve breast health and overall health. The purpose of Dr. Tabor’s medical research is to empower you to become proactive against breast cancer now with specific food and lifestyle choices. We can make specific food and lifestyle choices to lower the risk of getting breast cancer, risk of recurrence, and risk of dying from breast cancer. The only alternative is to be reactive after you get breast cancer or have a recurrence of breast cancer. The choice is clear.
Whether you are currently fighting breast cancer; are a survivor; or, simply trying to lower your risk, Dr. Tabor’s FIGHT NOW book will give you concise, critical information that you can start using today. You don’t have to read hundreds of pages, or have a medical degree to reduce your cancer risk. Spend just a few hours reading this book and you will be empowered to Fight Now.
CK-12 Middle School Math Grade 6, Volume 1 Of 2
John Muir books-
Travels in Alaska
The Story of My Boyhood and Youth
John Muir (1838-1914) was born and raised in Dunbar, East Lothian. When his family emigrated to Wisconsin in 1849, young John was bought up to hard labour on his father’s homestead. A natural inventor, he first discovered the joys of walking, and writing, after an industrial accident nearly blinded him. His journals, articles and lectures helped to develop international awareness of the need to preserve and protect the environment, and led to the foundation of the General Grant, Sequoia and Yosemite national parks in the US, as well as important conservation areas in his native East Lothian. John Muir has been honoured ever since as the father of the modern environment movement.
Steep Trails California, Utah, Nevada, Washington, Oregon, the Grand Canyon
John Muir, the most passionate naturalist in print. Without his
writing and political activism back in the l800′s we’d not have
the Sierra Club, Yosemite National Park, etc. etc.
Our nation owes this wonderful man a great deal of gratitude.
He writes like an angel. I am reading several of his books. Check also
into one of the greatest dog stories I’ve ever read: Stickeen.
Also read: The Mountains of California. Read everything he wrote.
He is poetic, he is a brilliant botantist, he is profoundly spiritual.
Read his boyhood biography. He memorized the whole New Testament by the
time he was 13…word for word!
His Dad was always beating him so he retreated to the wilderness
and watched the birds, learned the latin names of the flowers, and
hiked the mountains with a hard roll, no jacket, and no sleeping bag….
Someone should make a movie about him.
Read any of his books and become a John Muir fan.
I camped in Yosemite many times in my 20′s and discovered his writings
then. Its a joy to read them again and be as thrilled 40 years later!