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How does a child make sense of her world? Every day, children are exposed to a
plethora of stimulation, only little of which has apparent structure. Take visual
stimulation, for example: With every motion of the eyes, the head, or the body, the
retinal image changes – at least to some extent.
To one who has been an eye-witness of the wonderful achievements of American medical science in the
conquest of acute communicable and pestilential diseases in those regions of the earth where they were
supposed to be impregnably entrenched, there is the strongest possible appeal in the present rapidly growing
movement for the improvement of physical efficiency and the conquest of chronic diseases of the vital organs.
In these ten volumes the aim has been to present striking accounts of ten great epochs in the history of the
United States, from the landing of Columbus to the building of the Panama Canal. In large part, events
composing each epoch are described by men who participated in them, or were personal eye-witnesses of
Columbus, for example, described his own first voyage; Washington, the defeat of Braddock; Gen. "Sam"
Houston the battle of San Jacinto; General Robert E.
If the Merit of a Natural History depends upon the Truth of the Facts which are brought to support it, then an unprejudiced Eye-Witness is more proper to write it, than any other Person; and I dare even flatter myself, that this will not be disagreeable to the Publick notwithstanding its Resemblance to the particular Treatises of Colmenero (1), Dufour (2), and several others who have wrote upon the same Subject. Upon examination, so great a Difference will appear, that no one can justly accuse me of having borrow’d any thing from these Writers....
IN 1837 I was a resident in Galata, one of the faubourgs of Constantinople, sufficiently near the scenes of death caused by the ravages of the plague to be thoroughly acquainted with them, and yet to be separated from the Turkish part of the population of that immense city. It is not material to the present sketch to dwell upon the subject of my previous life, or the causes which had induced me to visit the capital of the East at such a period of mortality; and I will therefore only add, that circumstances of a peculiarly painful nature...
More than twenty-five years have passed since I began to collect the materials from which this pamphlet has
been evolved. As a substantial basis, to begin with, I was an eye-witness of all the fighting in the vicinity of
Spring Hill, that amounted to anything, from the time Forrest attacked the 64th Ohio on the skirmish line until
Cleburne's Division recoiled from the fire of the battery posted at the village.
Since I began collecting I have neglected no opportunity to increase my stock of information by conversation,
reading or correspondence. I have twice revisited the battlefield.
The four-year period (1095-1099) between the call for crusade by Pope Urban II at the Council of Claremont
and the capture of Jerusalem produced a remarkable amount of historiography, both in Western Europe and in
The Metamorphosis. The Transformation. The Makeover.
From fairy tales to Walt Disney cartoons to diet pill ads to home improvement television shows, we all
have a natural interest in witnessing change taking place before our eyes. The ugly duckling becomes the
swan. The neglected step-sister is transformed into a gorgeous beauty at the prince’s ball. The rundown
house is made over into the jewel of the neighborhood. When we see these metamorphoses happening to
others, we are inspired to emulate these same kinds of changes in our lives.
Our debt to Sophie Oliver defies description. With good humor and a saintly tolerance for our so-called wit and attempts to corrupt, she herded this project through from a glimmer in the eye to print on the page.
The Throg task force struck the Terran Survey camp a few minutes after
dawn, without warning, and with a deadly precision which argued that
the aliens had fully reconnoitered and prepared that attack. Eye-searing
lances of energy lashed back and forth across the base with methodical
accuracy. And a single cowering witness, flattened on a ledge in the
heights above, knew that when the last of those yellow-red bolts fell,
nothing human would be left alive down there.