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See what Amanda did in full article > > If you wish to be removed from these updatesplease tell us now Ellen Nieland, 800 N Walnut St Effingham Il 62401-2172No longer receive messages regarding this matter when you inform usFairy Nieland | 219 Chris St Fairmont Wv 26554-9397 You see, Mr. Brute MacNair, she said, I have kept my word. I toldyou I would invade your kingdomand here I am. MacNair did not reply, but stood leaning upon his rifle. His attitudeangered her. Well, she said, what are you going to do about it Still the mandid not answer, and, stooping, plucked a tiny weed from among theblades of grass. The s eyes followed his movements. She startedand looked searchingly into his face. For the first time she noticedthat the mound was a grave. CHAPTER X AN INTERVIEW Oh, forgive me Chloe cried, II did not know that I was intrudinguponsacred ground There was real concern in her voice, and thelines of Bob MacNairs face softened. It is no matter, he said. She who sleeps here will not bedisturbed. The unlooked for gentleness of the mans tone, the simple dignity ofhis words, went straight to Chloe Ellistons heart. She felt suddenlyashamed of her air of flippant defiance, felt mean, and small, andselfconscious. She forgot for the moment that this big, quiet man whostood before her was rough, even boorish in his manner, and that he wasthe oppressor and debaucher of Indians. Aa womans grave faltered the . My mothers. Did she live here, on Snare Lake Chloe asked in surprise, as herglance swept the barren cliffs of its shore. MacNair answered with the same softness of tone that somehow dispelledall thought of his uncouthness. No. She lived at Fort Norman, overon the Mackenziethat is, she died there. Her home, I think, was inthe Southland. My father used to tell me how she feared theNorthits snows and bitter cold, its roaring, foaming rivers, itswild, fierce storms, and its windlashed lakes. She hated its ruggedcliffs and hills, its treeless barrens and its mean, scrubby timber. She loved the warm, long summers, and the cities and people, and hepaused, knitting his browsand whatever there is to love in your landof civilization. But she loved my father more than thesemore thanshe feared the North. My father was the factor at Fort Norman, so shestayed in the Northand the North killed her. To live in the North, one must love the North. She died calling for the green grass of herSouthland. He ceased speaking and unconsciously stooped and plucked a few spearsof grass which he held in his palm and examined intently. Why should one die calling for the sight of grass he asked abruptly, gazing into Chloes eyes with a puzzled look. The gazed directly, searchingly into MacNairs eyes. The naivefrankness of himhis utter simplicityastounded her. Oh she cried, impulsively stepping forward. It wasnt thegrassit wasoh cant you see The man regarded herwonderingly and shook his head. No, he answered gravely. I can not see. It waseverything Lifefriendshome The grass was only thesymbolthe tangible emblem that stood for life MacNair nodded, but, by the look in his eye, Chloe knew that he did not understand and thatpride and a certain natural reserve sealed his lips from furtherquestioning. It is far to the Mackenzie, ventured the . Aye, far. After my father died I brought her here. You Brought her here she exclaimed, staring in surprise into thestrong emotionless face. The man nodded slowly. In the winter it wasand I camealonedragging her body upon a sled But why Because I think she would have wished it so. If one hated the wild, rugged cliffs and the rocktossed rapids, would one wish to lie upon acliff with the rapids roaring, for ever and ever I do not think that, so I brought her hereaway from the grey hills and the ceaseless roarof the rapids. But the grass I brought that from the Southland. I failed many times before I founda kind that would grow. It is little I can do for her, and she doesnot know, but, somehow, it has made me feeleasierI cannot tell youexactly. I come here often. I think she does know, said Chloe softly, and brushed hot tearsfrom her eyes. Could this be the man whose crimes against the poor, ignorant savages were the common knowledge of the North Could this behe whom men called Brutethis simplespoken, straightforward, ishman who had endured hardships and spared no effort, that the mother hehad never known might lie in her eternal rest beneath the green sod ofher native land, far from the sights, and sounds that, in life, hadbecome a torture to her soul, and worn her, at last, to the grave Mr. MacNair. The hard notethe note of uncompromisingantagonismhad gone from her voice, and the man looked at her insurprise. It was the first time she had addressed him withoutprefixing the name Brute and emphasizing the prefix. He stood, regarding her calmly, waiting for her to proceed. Somehow, Chloe foundthat it had become very difficult for her to speak to say the thingsto this man that she had intended to say. I cannot understandyouyour viewpoint. Why should you try I ask no one to understand me. I care not whatpeople think. About the Indians, I mean The Indians What do you know of my viewpoint in regard to theIndians The mans face had hardened at her mention of the Indians. I know this exclaimed the . That you are trading them whiskeyWith my own eyes I saw Mr. Lapierre smash your kegsthe kegs that werecunningly disguised as bales of freight and marked with your name, andI saw the whiskey spilled out upon the ground. She paused, expecting a denial, but MacNair remained silent and againshe saw the peculiar twinkle in his eye as he waited for her toproceed. And Iyou, yourself told me that you would kill some of Mr. Lapierres Indians Do you call that justiceto kill men because theyhappen to be in the employ of a rival traderone who has as much rightto trade in the Northland as you have Again she paused, but the man ignored her question. Go on, he said shortly. --------------70418684839250182150396 Content-Type: text/html; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit

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Cornell University Student Does Something Shocking

May 25 2017 |  Felix Sparks

Amanda Haughman full story

She came into college completely-obese but within her freshmen year looks incredible now while eating dorm food and never-working out.

See what Amanda did in full article > >


 

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You see, Mr. Brute MacNair, she said, I have kept my word. I toldyou I would invade your kingdomand here I am. MacNair did not reply, but stood leaning upon his rifle. His attitudeangered her. Well, she said, what are you going to do about it Still the mandid not answer, and, stooping, plucked a tiny weed from among theblades of grass. The s eyes followed his movements. She startedand looked searchingly into his face. For the first time she noticedthat the mound was a grave. CHAPTER X AN INTERVIEW Oh, forgive me Chloe cried, II did not know that I was intrudinguponsacred ground There was real concern in her voice, and thelines of Bob MacNairs face softened. It is no matter, he said. She who sleeps here will not bedisturbed. The unlooked for gentleness of the mans tone, the simple dignity ofhis words, went straight to Chloe Ellistons heart. She felt suddenlyashamed of her air of flippant defiance, felt mean, and small, andselfconscious. She forgot for the moment that this big, quiet man whostood before her was rough, even boorish in his manner, and that he wasthe oppressor and debaucher of Indians. Aa womans grave faltered the . My mothers. Did she live here, on Snare Lake Chloe asked in surprise, as herglance swept the barren cliffs of its shore. MacNair answered with the same softness of tone that somehow dispelledall thought of his uncouthness. No. She lived at Fort Norman, overon the Mackenziethat is, she died there. Her home, I think, was inthe Southland. My father used to tell me how she feared theNorthits snows and bitter cold, its roaring, foaming rivers, itswild, fierce storms, and its windlashed lakes. She hated its ruggedcliffs and hills, its treeless barrens and its mean, scrubby timber. She loved the warm, long summers, and the cities and people, and hepaused, knitting his browsand whatever there is to love in your landof civilization. But she loved my father more than thesemore thanshe feared the North. My father was the factor at Fort Norman, so shestayed in the Northand the North killed her. To live in the North, one must love the North. She died calling for the green grass of herSouthland. He ceased speaking and unconsciously stooped and plucked a few spearsof grass which he held in his palm and examined intently. Why should one die calling for the sight of grass he asked abruptly, gazing into Chloes eyes with a puzzled look. The gazed directly, searchingly into MacNairs eyes. The naivefrankness of himhis utter simplicityastounded her. Oh she cried, impulsively stepping forward. It wasnt thegrassit wasoh cant you see The man regarded herwonderingly and shook his head. No, he answered gravely. I can not see. It waseverything Lifefriendshome The grass was only thesymbolthe tangible emblem that stood for life MacNair nodded, but, by the look in his eye, Chloe knew that he did not understand and thatpride and a certain natural reserve sealed his lips from furtherquestioning. It is far to the Mackenzie, ventured the . Aye, far. After my father died I brought her here. You Brought her here she exclaimed, staring in surprise into thestrong emotionless face. The man nodded slowly. In the winter it wasand I camealonedragging her body upon a sled But why Because I think she would have wished it so. If one hated the wild, rugged cliffs and the rocktossed rapids, would one wish to lie upon acliff with the rapids roaring, for ever and ever I do not think that, so I brought her hereaway from the grey hills and the ceaseless roarof the rapids. But the grass I brought that from the Southland. I failed many times before I founda kind that would grow. It is little I can do for her, and she doesnot know, but, somehow, it has made me feeleasierI cannot tell youexactly. I come here often. I think she does know, said Chloe softly, and brushed hot tearsfrom her eyes. Could this be the man whose crimes against the poor, ignorant savages were the common knowledge of the North Could this behe whom men called Brutethis simplespoken, straightforward, ishman who had endured hardships and spared no effort, that the mother hehad never known might lie in her eternal rest beneath the green sod ofher native land, far from the sights, and sounds that, in life, hadbecome a torture to her soul, and worn her, at last, to the grave Mr. MacNair. The hard notethe note of uncompromisingantagonismhad gone from her voice, and the man looked at her insurprise. It was the first time she had addressed him withoutprefixing the name Brute and emphasizing the prefix. He stood, regarding her calmly, waiting for her to proceed. Somehow, Chloe foundthat it had become very difficult for her to speak to say the thingsto this man that she had intended to say. I cannot understandyouyour viewpoint. Why should you try I ask no one to understand me. I care not whatpeople think. About the Indians, I mean The Indians What do you know of my viewpoint in regard to theIndians The mans face had hardened at her mention of the Indians. I know this exclaimed the . That you are trading them whiskeyWith my own eyes I saw Mr. Lapierre smash your kegsthe kegs that werecunningly disguised as bales of freight and marked with your name, andI saw the whiskey spilled out upon the ground. She paused, expecting a denial, but MacNair remained silent and againshe saw the peculiar twinkle in his eye as he waited for her toproceed. And Iyou, yourself told me that you would kill some of Mr. Lapierres Indians Do you call that justiceto kill men because theyhappen to be in the employ of a rival traderone who has as much rightto trade in the Northland as you have Again she paused, but the man ignored her question. Go on, he said shortly.

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