Thursday, May 19, 2022

Don't gripe

     It was not in me to complain of what had happened. A man shares his days with hunger, thirst, and cold, with the good times and the bad, and the first part of being a man is to understand that. Leastways, I had two hands, two feet and two eyes, and there were some that lacked these things.

(from Galloway, by Louis L'Amour)

Tuesday, May 17, 2022


     How much can a man endure? How long could a man continue? These things I asked myself, for I am a questioning man, yet even as I asked the answers were there before me. If he be a man indeed, he must always go on, he must always endure. Death is an end to torture, to struggle, to suffering, but it i also an end to warmth, light, the beauty of a running horse, the smell of damp leaves, of gunpowder, the walk of a woman when she knows someone watches - these things, too, are gone.

(from Galloway, by Louis L'Amour)

Sunday, May 15, 2022

Keep moving

     Yet I was facing the same thing that faced every hunting the food-gathering people. Soon a man has eaten all that's available close by and the game grows wary. Until men learned to plant crops and herd animals for food they had of necessity to move on . . . and on.

(from Galloway, by Louis L'Amour)

Thursday, May 12, 2022

Keep swinging

    One thing we learned. To make a start and keep plugging. When I had fights at school, the little while I went, I just bowed my neck and kept swinging until something hit the dirt. Sometimes it was me, but I always got up. 

(from Galloway, by Louis L'Amour)

Friday, April 29, 2022

Smelling signs

     They could smell the blood from my feet and maybe the festering that was there. One of the wolves had gone over where I'd been lying and was smelling around to see what his hillside newspaper would tell him. I could guess he was reading a lot out there that I wished he didn't know.

(from Galloway, by Louis L'Amour)

Tuesday, April 19, 2022

Write in the way you can

     "These are my world," he said. "Had I been born in another time or to another way of life I should have been a scholar. My father had this place and he needed sons to carry on, so I came back from Spain to this place. It has been good to me. I have seen my crops grow and my herds increase, and if I have not written words upon paper as I should like to have done, I have written large upon the page of life that was left open or me."

(from The Lonely Men, by Louis L'Amour)

Monday, April 04, 2022

Rainy days and Mondays

     Monday's don't make all that much difference, but I have long preferred sunny days to rainy days, except during times of drought. Rain means the grass is going to grow, and that means that I will have to be mowing the grass. Not fun!