Author: American Geographical Society of New York
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Latin America
Languages : en
Pages : 190
Book Description
Index to Map of Hispanic America
Argentina
Author: United States. Office of Geography
Publisher: Washington : Office of Geography, Department of the Interior
ISBN:
Category : Argentina
Languages : en
Pages : 724
Book Description
Publisher: Washington : Office of Geography, Department of the Interior
ISBN:
Category : Argentina
Languages : en
Pages : 724
Book Description
Oil and Gas Field Code Master List
Author:
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Gas reservoirs
Languages : en
Pages : 556
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Gas reservoirs
Languages : en
Pages : 556
Book Description
1 Under the Bridge
Author: James Richard Langston
Publisher: AuthorHouse
ISBN: 147729399X
Category : Poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 308
Book Description
Cherokee Teardrops 1985 By James Richard Langston Cherokee teardrops, Soft, dark and deep, Shed by Cherokee women, Every time they weep. The tears of Cherokee women, Rolled down their cheeks, They cried for their nation, Their braves lay at their feet. Their homes all in ashes, Their children standing bare, They wiped Cherokee teardrops, With their long raven hair. A defeated Cherokee nation, Submitting to their fate, Were moved to Oklahoma, In the winter of thirty eight. Proud Cherokee teardrops, Shed on every hand, All because the white man, Found gold on Cherokee land. Cherokee teardrops, From southern mountains grand, Spread across this nation, To a wasted, dusty land. Cherokee teardrops, Falling on two stones, Left a trail of sadness, From their southern mountain homes.
Publisher: AuthorHouse
ISBN: 147729399X
Category : Poetry
Languages : en
Pages : 308
Book Description
Cherokee Teardrops 1985 By James Richard Langston Cherokee teardrops, Soft, dark and deep, Shed by Cherokee women, Every time they weep. The tears of Cherokee women, Rolled down their cheeks, They cried for their nation, Their braves lay at their feet. Their homes all in ashes, Their children standing bare, They wiped Cherokee teardrops, With their long raven hair. A defeated Cherokee nation, Submitting to their fate, Were moved to Oklahoma, In the winter of thirty eight. Proud Cherokee teardrops, Shed on every hand, All because the white man, Found gold on Cherokee land. Cherokee teardrops, From southern mountains grand, Spread across this nation, To a wasted, dusty land. Cherokee teardrops, Falling on two stones, Left a trail of sadness, From their southern mountain homes.
Trail to Vallecitos
Author: James Richard Langston
Publisher: AuthorHouse
ISBN: 1477253939
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 212
Book Description
The whistle of the train sounded, bringing his thoughts back to the present. He turned to see if the sound of the whistle had disturbed any of the other passengers. The only one that seemed to be awake was the woman with PC sown on her luggage. He still didnt know what the initials stood for. "Are you restless too?" she asked. A polite smile was written on her lips. Jim tried to warm up a smile and send it back, but he only managed to put one kink in the corner of his mouth. It wasnt that he was not attracted to her; just the sight of her burned him to the core. It was just not the time and, mainly the, place to vent the heat. "If a man wasn't restless every now and then, he said, he would never get anything done, that is, anything worth doing." Well said, Ive always heard that if something is worth doing, it is worth doing well, she said, again with that fantastic smile that penetrated Jims very soul. Is that your aim, to do what you do well, I mean? If it gets done at all, I intend to do it the best that I can, he said. This time, he managed to stretch a smile all the way across his lean face. She smiled again, very small, then turned away to continue her fruitless effort to sleep. She turned once more to glance the man. He looked tight and strangely savage in a gentle way. Pamela Cross was confused. Something about this man disturbed her as if they were destined to meet again. She watched as he went to the door, rubbed the fog from the glass and peered out into the darkness. Then he returned to his seat for a time and sat with his saddlebags and .44-.40 Winchester lying across his lap. The train was in an easy run to the springs. He listened to the chugging sound of the engine as it did its work; looked at the woman and felt a strong stirring in his loins.
Publisher: AuthorHouse
ISBN: 1477253939
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 212
Book Description
The whistle of the train sounded, bringing his thoughts back to the present. He turned to see if the sound of the whistle had disturbed any of the other passengers. The only one that seemed to be awake was the woman with PC sown on her luggage. He still didnt know what the initials stood for. "Are you restless too?" she asked. A polite smile was written on her lips. Jim tried to warm up a smile and send it back, but he only managed to put one kink in the corner of his mouth. It wasnt that he was not attracted to her; just the sight of her burned him to the core. It was just not the time and, mainly the, place to vent the heat. "If a man wasn't restless every now and then, he said, he would never get anything done, that is, anything worth doing." Well said, Ive always heard that if something is worth doing, it is worth doing well, she said, again with that fantastic smile that penetrated Jims very soul. Is that your aim, to do what you do well, I mean? If it gets done at all, I intend to do it the best that I can, he said. This time, he managed to stretch a smile all the way across his lean face. She smiled again, very small, then turned away to continue her fruitless effort to sleep. She turned once more to glance the man. He looked tight and strangely savage in a gentle way. Pamela Cross was confused. Something about this man disturbed her as if they were destined to meet again. She watched as he went to the door, rubbed the fog from the glass and peered out into the darkness. Then he returned to his seat for a time and sat with his saddlebags and .44-.40 Winchester lying across his lap. The train was in an easy run to the springs. He listened to the chugging sound of the engine as it did its work; looked at the woman and felt a strong stirring in his loins.
Gazetteer - United States Board on Geographic Names
Author: United States Board on Geographic Names
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Names, Geographical
Languages : en
Pages : 288
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Names, Geographical
Languages : en
Pages : 288
Book Description
Paraguay
Author: United States. Office of Geography
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Geography
Languages : en
Pages : 38
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category : Geography
Languages : en
Pages : 38
Book Description
Therapy as Discourse
Author: Olga Smoliak
Publisher: Springer
ISBN: 3319930672
Category : Psychology
Languages : en
Pages : 245
Book Description
This book addresses the premise that therapy can be understood, practiced, and researched as a discursive activity. Using varied forms of discourse analysis, it examines the cultural, institutional, and face-to-face communications that shape, and occur within, therapies that are discursively understood and practiced. By first providing an overview of commonalities across discursive therapies and research approaches, the authors discursively examine general aspects of therapy. Topics explored include subjectivity, psychological terms, institutional influences, therapeutic relationships, therapists’ ways of talking and questioning, discursive ethics, and assessment of therapeutic processes and outcomes. This book offers a macro-analysis of the conversational practices of a discursively informed approach to therapy; as well as a micro-analysis of the ways in which language shapes and is used in a discursively informed approach to therapy. This book will interest practitioners seeking to better understand therapy as a discursive process, and discourse analysts wanting to understand therapy as discursive therapists might practice it.
Publisher: Springer
ISBN: 3319930672
Category : Psychology
Languages : en
Pages : 245
Book Description
This book addresses the premise that therapy can be understood, practiced, and researched as a discursive activity. Using varied forms of discourse analysis, it examines the cultural, institutional, and face-to-face communications that shape, and occur within, therapies that are discursively understood and practiced. By first providing an overview of commonalities across discursive therapies and research approaches, the authors discursively examine general aspects of therapy. Topics explored include subjectivity, psychological terms, institutional influences, therapeutic relationships, therapists’ ways of talking and questioning, discursive ethics, and assessment of therapeutic processes and outcomes. This book offers a macro-analysis of the conversational practices of a discursively informed approach to therapy; as well as a micro-analysis of the ways in which language shapes and is used in a discursively informed approach to therapy. This book will interest practitioners seeking to better understand therapy as a discursive process, and discourse analysts wanting to understand therapy as discursive therapists might practice it.
One Bullet More
Author: James Richard Langston
Publisher: AuthorHouse
ISBN: 1456744984
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 178
Book Description
Hey, saddle tramp, said Vernon. I dont think I like a bum like you coming in here to drink with us men. Matt turned to face Guthry, spread his feet shoulder wide with his gun hand thumb still hooked in his belt, still three fingers from his .44. The men that stood along the bar, drifted to one side, out of the line of fire. The room grew deadly quiet. Ive had just about all the crap Im going to take from a local loudmouth like you, Matt said. There was a deadly chill to his voice and Vernon shivered slightly from the feel of it. All of a sudden, he realized that he might be biting off a little more than he could chew. Being the braggart that he was, he couldnt back down from the step he had taken. He crouched and went for his pistol. Realization that he didnt even have his gun half way out of leather, and was already looking into the black hole of a barrel, that looked three inches in diameter, he froze and in no time at all he felt the sting of salty sweat in his eyes from the large beads that had popped out on his forehead and trickled down. He swallowed hard, his Adams apple moved up and down but the lump in his throat was just about to choke him and he couldnt swallow it. He lost control of his bladder and pissed down his leg, the warm fluid trickling into his left boot. Dawning on him that he had just pissed in his own whiskey, he sucked in a mountain of air and said with a high pitched, fine toothed comb, squeak, Ohooo, shit. .
Publisher: AuthorHouse
ISBN: 1456744984
Category : Fiction
Languages : en
Pages : 178
Book Description
Hey, saddle tramp, said Vernon. I dont think I like a bum like you coming in here to drink with us men. Matt turned to face Guthry, spread his feet shoulder wide with his gun hand thumb still hooked in his belt, still three fingers from his .44. The men that stood along the bar, drifted to one side, out of the line of fire. The room grew deadly quiet. Ive had just about all the crap Im going to take from a local loudmouth like you, Matt said. There was a deadly chill to his voice and Vernon shivered slightly from the feel of it. All of a sudden, he realized that he might be biting off a little more than he could chew. Being the braggart that he was, he couldnt back down from the step he had taken. He crouched and went for his pistol. Realization that he didnt even have his gun half way out of leather, and was already looking into the black hole of a barrel, that looked three inches in diameter, he froze and in no time at all he felt the sting of salty sweat in his eyes from the large beads that had popped out on his forehead and trickled down. He swallowed hard, his Adams apple moved up and down but the lump in his throat was just about to choke him and he couldnt swallow it. He lost control of his bladder and pissed down his leg, the warm fluid trickling into his left boot. Dawning on him that he had just pissed in his own whiskey, he sucked in a mountain of air and said with a high pitched, fine toothed comb, squeak, Ohooo, shit. .
The American Hereford Record and Hereford Herd Book
Author: American Hereford Cattle Breeders' Association
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 916
Book Description
Publisher:
ISBN:
Category :
Languages : en
Pages : 916
Book Description