Thursday, April 30, 2009

Wednesday, April 29, 2009


We have about made up our minds to return to camp, when a steady splash! splash! is heard, as of some large animal walking in the water. Our ears catch the direction, and we look, eagerly expecting the animal to come in sight around the bend of the stream. The splashing continues, and, to our surprise, an enormous bull moose comes in sight, the water dripping from his ill-shaped nose and mouth, and a long piece of pond-lily root dangling down, upon one end of which he is chewing. 
As the animal comes in sight he stops, pricks up his ears, and looks intently in our direction. 
As the wind is drawing slowly toward the animal, we do not hesitate to shoot. We draw the sights low down on his shoulder and press the trigger. As the reports of the smooth bore and rifle ring out simultaneously, the bull makes a great leap and disappears into the bushes that fringe the stream. 
We hasten to the spot and find the tracks in the soft moss. We follow them for a short distance and are finally rewarded by a sight of blood upon the leaves. As we proceed, the trail of blood is more easily followed, and here, where the poor beast stood still for a short time, there is quite a pool of clotted blood. 
Evidently the animal is badly hurt, and we resolve to return to the canoe and skin our beaver, and leave the moose to succumb to his wounds, rather than to follow too hastily and again start him while he has sufficient strength to run. …

There is the spot where we stopped following the tracks and trail of blood. Although the moss has fluffed out some in the tracks, and as a consequence these are not so distinct as at first, still, with the aid of the blood spots, we have no difficulty in keeping on the right track. Here is a spot where the moose lay down to rest for a time, until the pain from the wounds became too severe. And see this great pool of clotted blood in the centre of the bed! See where he crashed through that pile of brus.h instead of going around it! The spots of blood on the trail are now less and less frequent, the blood having probably clotted and dried over the wound and prevented its flow. As we continue to follow on the trail a strange odour suddenly smites our nostrils, and we at once know that we are close to the animal. 
Bull moose at this season have a strong odour, and if the wind is right this may be detected for quite a distance. We now proceed cautiously, with guns cocked and ready, expecting the moose to jump at every step. There he lies beside that moss-covered log. A closer inspection assures us that another shot is unnecessary, as the beast lies prone upon his side, dead.

As the fact dawns upon us that this huge beast is really ours, the forest echoes with our yells of delight. 
And what a mighty pair of antlers!—and all secured through the blindest luck. 

We sit down upon a log and congratulate ourselves upon our phenomenal luck.
The art of taxidermy, by John Rowley. Link…

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Swiss Posters

From the 1800s to the present. Link…

Monday, April 27, 2009

Alsatian Traveller

I've posted from this site before but here's another gem from the Virtual Manuscript Library of Switzerland "The travel diary ("Reisebuch") of Alsatian world traveler Georg Franz Müller (1646-1723). Müller was employed by the East India-Holland Company between 1669 and 1682 as a soldier in the Indonesian archipelago. In the "Reisebuch" he sketched people, animals and plants that he encountered during his voyage (via South Africa) to Indonesia and his travels in Indonesia. He also composed simple verses, some of them in doggerel, about all these people, animals and plants, and wrote them out in his idiosyncratic, difficult to read script." Link…

Thursday, April 23, 2009

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Women in Bed

Pulp fiction cover art. Link…

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Monday, April 20, 2009

Celtic Inscribed Stones Project

Worthyvale [Also: Slaughterbridge]
There is some confusion about the exact history of this stone as it appears to have occasionally been mixed-up with a second, probably uninscribed stone which now lies in the stream.
Okasha/1993, 333--334, records that the stone was first mentioned in 1602. By 1754 it had been used as a footbridge and then as part of a early 18th landscape folly. The stone is unlikely to have moved since at least 1799.
Stone associated with King Arthur because of a misreading of the inscription to include the word ATRY.

Macalister/1945, 421: 'According to Morris's note, this stone stood 'on the roadside by Mr. William Lewis's house, called Bwlch of Clawdd', in the parish of Maenclochog, where Lewis Morris discovered the inscription. Later, but before 1776, it was removed to 'the lawn of Capt. Lewis's house in Carmarthenshire,' according to the Gentleman's Magazine of that year. In 1894, before the publication of Lewis's notes, it is stated that the stone `originally' stood in a field called Parc y Maen Llwyd (the Field of the Grey Stone') near Cenarth Church, and was taken by the owner of Gelli Dywell farm, to be placed as a headstone over a favourite horse. (In 1876 this is mentioned as a mere piece of folklore). In 1896 it was removed by direction of the Earl of Cawdor to Cenarth churchyard for safe keeping, where it now stands'.

i) 1540 it was 1 mile from Castledore, and 2.5 or more miles from Fowey.
ii) Between 1540--1711 (probably before 1602) it was to be found on the roadside about 1 mile from Fowey.
iii) c. 1742 it had been dumped in a ditch a short distance from the cross-road along the Castledore road.
iv) Between 1803--1817 the stone was set upright at same spot (near Newton).
v) A short while before 1894, it was moved to the 'centre of the highway outside Menabilly Lodge gates'.
vi) 1971 stone had been moved a few metres to present position.

CISP is a very cool database. Tons of interesting history. Link…

Saturday, April 18, 2009

Why Bother?

A serious waste of time when you come down to it.