Taraness

Many people would find it easy to sympathize with the conservation of the natural, magnificent wilderness and all of its glory; and Subhankar Banerjee, the author of Arctic National Wildlife Refuge: Seasons of Life and Land, A Photographic Journey, uses that sympathy to gain the reader’s support in his claims. While his article does offer a very compassionate viewpoint with vivid imagery to capture the reader’s attention, it lacks strong logos arguments to back up his claims and falls victim to a few major logical fallacy points that injure his stance.

Many people describe life as one big rollercoaster ride. Eudora Welty represents life as a worn path through the woods. As old lady Phoenix makes her way on a quest for her grandson’s medicine, she encounters many obstacles reminiscent of hardships she experienced in her past. Each piece of the setting is a symbol of life in some way. In “A Worn Path” Eudora Welty uses the natural trials and challenges of a day trip set in the woods to symbolize Phoenix’s harsh walk down the path of her life.

She was no more than nine years old, a tiny, fragile creature. She wore what appeared to be rags sewn together, and they were no protection against the biting wind. She huddled up against a tree, seeking warmth that wasn’t there, and her teeth began to chatter. It was a foreign sound to the wolf.

“Oh, we have all kinds of animals out here, deer, moose, bears, coyotes, cougars, panthers, and more.” Answered this elder lady who just came out of the cabin, whom I was assuming was Ms. White, the owner of the property, “HI, I’m Ms. White, call me Mary.” As she was shaking my hand.

Almost all of the Łutsel K’e elders and hunters in discussions have emphasized the importance of respect and have postulated a lack of respect as a reason for changes in caribou behaviour and migration. Elders say that people need to respect the caribou so that they will continue to return. Failure to do so would result in the caribou deviating from their usual migration routes and becoming unavailable to the hunters for a number of years (Kendrick 2003:183-184). Denesųłiné hold that there is a mutual reciprocity between caribou and people. This reciprocity can break down if harvesters do not maintain cultural rules of use (Wray 2011:93). Denesųłiné emphasize this relationship in the legend “His Grandmother Raised Him” (Lowie 1912:182-183; Goddard 1912:50; Petitot 1886:385-398). Goddard (1912:50)

Cougar grabbed the wood, which had burned down, and dashed down the mountain through the trees. The surprised Fire Being screeched again, its breath crackling with heat and anger. Cougar bolted, as the Fire Being came closer, until the trees thinned and a meadow began. There, Antelope waited.

All in all, Tara is a sixteen year old African-American female who lives in a youth home. She has had issues at home, that she is not comfortable talking about which involve being sexually abused by her older brother. She has an aunt she is close with, but her aunt has too many medical conditions to be able to take care of Tara. She also has a relationship with her brother and talks with him over the phone. She has set up three goals to help her succeed when she turns eighteen and is out of the system. Those goals include, passing the tenth grade, working out her anger, and learning independent life skills. Tara has both strengths and weaknesses within herself as well as in her environment. She does have a boyfriend who is nine years older

…The dim leafy cone swelled and diminished, its fine top thinning into an extremity of pure sky. Gracie knew of the leaves, of the pencil-thin peak and of the void beyond, but she gazed at the trunk of the tree, at its perfect smoothness and roundness and she felt a shudder of urgency pin her to the earth as if an arrow from directly above her had passed through her body and her feet and pierced the earth below with a long thin electrical thrill. …She thought, I must walk to the tree, and in doing so I shall make a vow which will dedicate me and alter my whole life, so that I will be given and will never belong to myself again ever. …She began to take off her clothes, her dress fell from her. She stood there white and light as a boy, compact and dense, an arrow, a flame… (344-345).

The first howls rang through the prairie at midnight. The night was unbearably bleak, but it was better here than up North. Before, we would barely catch a scrap of dead rabbit if we were successful. Sometimes, we even had to resort to gnawing the bark off of trees just to stop the aching hunger pains for one second. A light flickered wearily through the blizzard, emanating from a small house in the distance. This was our chance.

Therefore, the timber wolf proceeded forward without consequence; thus, behind her a trail of dust emerged leaving small particles in the air sparkling as the sun rays penetrated through them. The wolf proceeded through rivers filled with salmon, however, she did not stop to enjoy another quick snack. Next, she traveled through rough terrain of rocks and mud, nothing would be able to stop her from reaching her destination. The female pushed herself up the hills and through the valleys, through the dark moist caves and thorn thickets. Finally, she had reached the outskirts of the forest and the rocky edges of the fallen boulders of the mountains. Ultimately, she had reached not only her goal, but her dreams of starting a new life. She examined

Mother loved watching the tree as the rays of the sun would shine through the leaves, giving the world a warm, green glow. It was even more beautiful when it would slowly turn orange and red in the fall and tumble to the ground where a little girl with long brown braids and jean overalls and her mother would rake them up in piles and spend hours laughing and playing. Squirrels darted to and from the hordes of acorns they collected from the trees in the yard, and woodpeckers hammered at old oaks in the woods. When spring came around the yard was a beautiful home to many new baby animals. And spring was a great time for picnics. Mom ‘s heart was stirred as she recollected all the picnics she had shared with her family under

‘Almost there! Hang in there Mathias, we’ve almost got a few deer down, so you’ll finally be able to have a proper meal. Then you won’t have to be cooped up in the dens all the time’ She thought, as she, Mahlah, Tarra, Asta, Bella, Asher, and Aeron sprinted after a twelve point buck and a meaty doe. Aeron took a sharp right into the clans’ forest, and soon cut in front of the deer, making them turn different directions, and attempt to escape. They would’ve if the others hadn’t have caught onto her plan, and quickly surrounded the deer. Tarra and the feline leapt swiftly onto the deer and broke their necks, well, tried to, Tarra did. “I got you Eclipse!” Asta called out, tackling the doe, and attacking the nape, spewing blood onto herself and

These are the Western Arctic, Porcupine, Bluenose, Bathurst, Beverly, Qamanirjuaq and George River herds (Gunn, Russel and Eamer 2011:5; Kendrick 2003:166). Caribou herds can be defined as an aggregate of caribou at “one time and in more or less one place” (Burch and Blehr 1991:440), or as a breeding population. Biologists well understand caribou ecology (BQCMB 1999:1-35). The range extends across the barrenlands and northern boreal forest (BQCMB 1999:1). Their extensive migration routes are recorded (Parker 1972:24-53). Still with the available collected scientific knowledge, caribou remain unpredictable. This uncertainty is partly due to seasonal variations in weather, and due to perceived impacts to calving grounds (BQCMB 2004:5), and the impact of forest fire management plans of caribou migration and population (BQCMB 1994a:2-4,

Martha walks out into the woods with her hunting rifle ready to go. She loved the smell of the dew covered grass. She felt one with nature. Martha looked up at the trees for direction. They bent in the way of her next meal. She thanked them. Martha continued North in search of a beautiful buck. The bushes told Martha that she had a long distance to travel before she would find it. The grass and vines wrapped around her feet and carried her through the forest. She felt the warm air rush past her whispering encouraging words as she was carried. Soon the vines released her near a family of deer. There was a buck, a doe and two small fawns. Martha reached up to a tree with large branches. The tree lowered itself for her to climb on and raised her

The path of natural evolution is not easy for the land or for Alexandra Bergson. The land must accept the changes created by mankind in order to become prominent. Nature endures the “sharp crack from the gun” (96) as man becomes the predator of all animals. The key to evolution is held by Alexandra, and the key is to preserve the beautiful nature rather than defiling it. Alexandra preserves the life of her hogs by building “a shed to give them shade, get them off the old stinking ground, and give them only grain and clean feed” (34). This attracts criticism from the society as many homesteaders are close-minded and don’t believe in Alexandra. It is tough for Alexandra because she lacks the necessary support of her older brother, Lou and Oscar