26. In the summer of 1846 the wild and lonely banks of the upper Arkansas beheld for the first time the passage of an army. General Carney, on his march to Santa Fe, adopted this route in preference to the old trail of the Samaran. When we came down the main body of the troops had already passed on. Price's Missouri regiment, however, was still on the way, having left the frontier much later than the rest, and about this time we began to meet them moving along the trail, one or two companies at a time. No man ever embarked upon a military expedition with a greater love for the work before them than the Missourians, but if discipline and subordination be the criterion of merit, these soldiers were worthless indeed. Yet when their exploits have wrung through all America, it would be absurd to deny that they were excellent irregular troops. Their victories were gained in the teeth of every established precedent of warfare. They were owing to a singular combination of military qualities in the men themselves. Without discipline or a spirit of subordination they knew how to keep their ranks and act as one man. Donovan's regiment marched through New Mexico more like a band of free companions than like the paid soldiers of a modern government. When General Taylor complimented Donovan on his success at Sacramento and elsewhere, the Colonel's reply very well illustrates the relations which subsisted between the officers and men of his command. I don't know anything of the maneuvers. The boys kept coming to me to let them charge, and when I saw a good opportunity I told them they might go. They were off like a shot, and that's all I know about it. The backwood's lawyer was better fitted to conciliate the goodwill than to command the obedience of his men. There were many serving under him who both from character and education could better have held command than he. At the Battle of Sacramento his frontiersmen fought under every possible disadvantage. The Mexicans had chosen their own position. They were drawn up across the valley that led to their native city of Chihuahua. Their whole front was covered by entrenchments and defended by batteries of heavy cannon. They outnumbered the invaders five to one. An eagle flew over the Americans, and a deep murmur rose along their lines. The enemy's batteries opened, long they remained under fire, but when at length the word was given they shouted and ran forward. In one of the divisions, when midway to the enemy, a drunken officer ordered a halt. The exasperated men hesitated to obey. Forward boys cried a private from the ranks, and the Americans, rushing like tigers upon the enemy, bounded over the breastwork. Four hundred Mexicans were slain upon the spot, and the rest fled, scattering over the plain like sheep. The standards, cannon, and baggage were taken, and among the rest a wagon laden with cords, with which the Mexicans, in the fullness of their confidence, had made ready for tying the American prisoners. Donovan's volunteers who gained this victory passed up with the main army, but Price's soldiers whom we now met were men from the same neighborhood, precisely similar in character, manner, and appearance. One for noon, as we were descending upon a very wide meadow, where we meant to rest for an hour or two, we saw a dark body of horsemen approaching at a distance. In order to find water, we were obliged to turn aside to the riverbank, a full half mile from the trail. Here we put up a kind of awning, and spreading buffalo robes on the ground, Shaw and I sat down to smoke beneath it. We're going to catch it now, said Shaw. Look at those fellows. There'll be no peace for us here. And in good truth about half the volunteers had straggled away from the line of march, and were riding over the meadow toward us. How are you? said the first man who came up, alighting from his horse and throwing himself upon the ground. The rest followed close, and a score of them soon gathered about us, some lying at full length and some sitting on horseback. They all belonged to a company raised in St. Louis. There were some ruffian faces among them, and some haggard with debauchery, but on the whole they were extremely good-looking men, superior beyond measure to the ordinary rank and file of an army. Except that they were booted to the knees, they wore their belts and military trappings over the ordinary dress of citizens. Besides their swords and holster pistols, they carried slung from their saddles the excellent Springfield carbines loaded at the breach. They inquired the character of our party, and were anxious to know the prospect of killing Buffalo and the chance that their horses would stand the journey to Santa Fe. All this was well enough, but a moment after a worse visitation came upon us. How are you, strangers? Where are you going, and where are you from? said a fellow, who came trotting up with an old straw hat on his head. He was dressed in the coarsest brown homespun cloth. His face was rather sallow from fever and ague, and his tall figure, though strong in sinewy, was quite thin, and had besides an angular look, which, together with his boorish seat on horseback, gave him an appearance anything but graceful. Plenty more of the same stamp were close behind him. Their company was raised in one of the frontier counties, and we soon had abundant evidence of their rustic breeding. Dozens of them came crowding round, pushing between our first visitors and staring at us with unabashed faces. Are you the captain? asked one fellow. What's your business out here? asked another. Who already alive when you're at home? said a third. I reckon you are traitors, surmised a fourth, and to crown the whole, one of them came confidentially to my side and inquired in a low voice. What's your partner's name? As each newcomer repeated the same questions, the nuisance became intolerable. Our military visitors were soon disgusted at the concise nature of our replies, and we could overhear the muttering curses against us. While we sat smoking, not in the best imaginable humor, Tete Rouge's tongue was never idle. He never forgot his military character, and during the whole interview he was incessantly busy among his fellow soldiers. At length we placed him on the ground before us and told him that he might play the part of spokesman for the whole. Tete Rouge was delighted, and we soon had the satisfaction of seeing him talk and gavel at such a rate that the torrent of questions was in a great measure diverted from us. A little while after, to our amazement, we saw a large cannon with four horses come lumbering up behind the crowd, and the driver, who was perched on one of the animals, stretching his neck so as to look over the rest of the men, called out, Worry you from, and what's your business? The captain of one of the companies was among our visitors, drawn by the same curiosity that had attracted his men. Unless their faces belied them, not a few in the crowd might with great advantage have changed places with their commander. Well, men said he, lazily rising from the ground where he had been lounging. It's getting late. I reckon we had better be moving.  Don't be in a hurry, captain, added the lieutenant. Well, have it your own way. We'll wait a while longer, replied the obsequious commander. At length, however, our visitors went straggling away as they had come, and we, to our great relief, were left alone again. No one can deny the intrepid bravery of these men, their intelligence, and the bold frankness of their character, free from all that is mean and sorted, yet for the moment the extreme roughness of their manners half inclines one to forget their heroic qualities. Most of them seem without the least perception of delicacy or propriety, though among them individuals may be found in whose manners there is a plain courtesy, while their features bespeak a gallant spirit equal to any enterprise. No one was more relieved than delirious by the departure of the volunteers, for dinner was getting colder every moment.  Ted Houges, with his usual alacrity on such occasions, was the first to take his seat. In his former capacity of steamboat clerk he had learned to prefix the honorary Mr. to everybody's name, whether of high or low degree. So Jim Gurney was Mr. Gurney, Henry was Mr. Henry, and even DeLaurier, for the first time in his life, heard himself addressed as Mr. DeLaurier. This did not prevent him conceiving a violent enmity against Ted Houges, who, in his futile though praiseworthy attempts to make himself useful, used always to inter-medal with cooking the dinners. DeLaurier's disposition knew no medium between smiles and sunshine and a downright tornado of wrath. He said nothing to Ted Houges, but his wrongs rankled in his breast. Ted Houges had taken his place at dinner. It was his happiest moment. He sat enveloped in the old buffalo coat, sleeves turned up in preparation for the work, and his short legs crossed on the grass before him.  DeLaurier sat just opposite to him, and the rest of us by this time had taken our seats. How is this, DeLaurier? You haven't given us bread enough. At this DeLaurier's placid face flew instantly into a paroxysm of contortions. He grinned with wrath, chattered, gesticulated, and hurled forth a volley of incoherent words in broken English of the astonished Ted Houges. It was just possible to make out that he was accusing him of having stolen and eaten four large cakes which had been laid by for dinner.  At last he found speech and protested that the accusation was false, and that he could not conceive how he had offended Mr. DeLaurier, or provoked him to use such un-gentlemanly expressions. The tempest of words raged with such fury that nothing else could be heard. But Ted Houges, from his greater command of English, had a manifest advantage over DeLaurier, who, after sputtering and grimacing for a while, found his words quite inadequate to the expression of his wrath. He jumped up and vanished, jerking out between his teeth one furious sac en fontigras, a Canadian title of honour, made doubly emphatic by being usually applied together with a cut of the whip to refractory mules and horses. The next morning we saw an old buffalo escorting his cow with two small calves over the prairie. Close behind came four or five large white wolves, sneaking stealthily through the long meadow grass and watching for the moment when one of the children should chance to lag behind his parents. The old bull kept well on his guard and faced about now and then to keep the prowling ruffians at a distance. As we approached our nooning place, we saw five or six buffalo standing at the very summit of a tall bluff. Trotting forward to the spot where we meant to stop, I flung off my saddle and turned my horse loose. By making a circuit under cover of some rising ground, I reached the foot of the bluff unnoticed and climbed up its steep side. Lying under the brow of the declivity, I prepared to fire at the buffalo, who stood on the flat surface, not five yards distant. Perhaps I was too hasty, for the gleaming rifle barrel leveled over the edge caught their notice. They turned and ran. Close as they were, it was impossible to kill them when in that position, and stepping upon the summit, I pursued them over the high arid table land. It was extremely rugged and broken. A great sandy ravine was channeled through it with smaller ravines entering on each side like tributary streams. The buffalo scattered, and I soon lost sight of most of them as they scuttled away through the sandy chasms. A bull and a cow alone kept in view. For a while they ran along the edge of the great ravine, appearing and disappearing as they dived into some chasm and again emerged from it. At last they stretched out upon the broad prairie, a plain nearly flat and almost devoid of verdure, for every short grass blade was dried and shriveled by the glaring sun. Now and then the old bull would face toward me. Whenever he did so I fell to the ground and lay motionless. In this manner I chased them for about two miles, until at length I heard in front a deep horse bellowing. A moment after, a band of about a hundred bulls before hidden by a slight swell of a plane came at once into view. The fugitives ran toward them. Instead of mingling with the band as I expected they passed directly through and continued their flight. At this I gave up the chase, and kneeling down crawled to within gunshot of the bulls, and with panting breath and trickling brow sat down on the ground to watch them. My presence did not disturb them in the least. They were not feeding, for indeed there was nothing to eat, but they seemed to have chosen the parched and scorching desert as the scene of their amusements. Some were rolling on the ground amid a cloud of dust. Others, with a horse-rumbling bellow, were butting their large heads together, while many stood motionless as if quite inanimate. Except their monstrous growth of tangled grizzly mane they had no hair, for their old coat had fallen off in the spring and their new one had not as yet appeared.  Then he would turn and butt his next neighbor, then he would lie down and roll over in the dirt, kicking his hoofs in the air.  He would stand with his beard touching the ground in an attitude of profound abstraction, as if reflecting on his plural conduct.  The rest were not at all discomposed at this. They kept on bellowing and budding and rolling on the ground as before. Henry's shadow-lon always cautioned us to keep perfectly quiet in the presence of a wounded buffalo, for any movement is apt to excite him to make an attack. So I sat still upon the ground, loading and firing with as little motion as possible. While I was thus employed, a spectator made his appearance. A little antelope came running up with remarkable gentleness to within fifty yards, and there it stood, its slender neck arched, its small horns thrown back, and its large dark eyes gazing on me with a look of eager curiosity. By the side of the shaggy and brutish monsters before me, it seemed like some lovely young girl wandering near a den of robbers, or a nest of bearded pirates. The buffalo looked uglier than ever. Here goes for another of you, thought I, feeling in my pouch for a percussion cap. Not a percussion cap was there. My good rifle was useless as an old iron bar. One of the wounded bulls had not yet fallen, and I waited for some time, hoping every moment that his strength would fail him. He still stood firm, looking grimly at me, and disregarding Henry's advice, I rose and walked away. Many of the bulls turned and looked at me, but the wounded brute made no attack. I soon came upon a deep ravine which would give me shelter in case of emergency, so I turned round and threw a stone at the bulls. They received it with the utmost indifference. Feeling myself insulted at their refusal to be frightened, I swung my hat, shouted, and made a show of running toward them.  As I moved toward the camp, I saw the last survivor totter and fall dead. My speed in returning was wonderfully quickened by the reflection that the Pawnees were abroad, and that I was defenseless in case of meeting with an enemy. I saw no living thing, however, except two or three squalid old bulls scrambling among the sandhills that flanked the great ravine. When I reached camp, the party was nearly ready for the afternoon move. We encamped that evening at a short distance from the riverbank. About midnight, as we all lay asleep on the ground, the man near us to me gently reaching out his hand, touched my shoulder, and cautioned me at the same time not to move. It was bright starlight. Opening my eyes and slightly turning, I saw a large white wolf moving stealthily around the embers of our fire, with his nose close to the ground. Disengaging my hand from the blanket, I drew the cover from my rifle which lay close at my side. The motion alarmed the wolf, and with long leaps he bounded out of the camp. Jumping up, I fired after him when he was about thirty yards distant. The melancholy hum of the bullet sounded far away through the night. At the sharp report, so suddenly breaking upon the stillness, all the men sprang up. You've killed them, said one of them. No, I haven't, said I. There he goes, running along the river. Then there's two of them. Don't you see that one lying out yonder? We went to it, and instead of a dead white wolf found the bleached skull of a buffalo. I had missed my mark, and what was worse, had grossly violated a standing law of the prairie. When in a dangerous part of the country it is considered highly imprudent to fire a gun after and camping, lest the report should reach the ears of the Indians. The horses were saddled in the morning, and the last man had lighted his pipe at the dying ashes of the fire. The beauty of the day enlivened us all. Even Ellis felt its influence, and occasionally made a remark as we rode along. And Jim Gurney told endless stories of his cruisings in the United States service. The buffalo were abundant, and at length a large band of them went running up the hills on the left. Do you see them buffalo, said Ellis?  And leaving his horse to follow on with the party, he strode up the hill after them.  As soon as he was out of sight, we rode up the hill after him, and waited behind a little ridge till we heard the report of the unfailing Yeager. Mounting to the top, we saw Ellis clutching his favorite weapon with both hands, and staring after the buffalo, who one and all were galloping off at full speed. As we descended the hill, we saw the party straggling along the trail below. When we joined them, another scene of amateur hunting awaited us. I forgot to say that when we met the volunteers, Ted Rouge had obtained a horse from one of them in exchange for his mule, whom he feared and detested. The horse, he christened James. James, though not worth so much as the mule, was a large and strong animal. Ted Rouge was very proud of his new acquisition, and suddenly became ambitious to run a buffalo with him. At his request, I lent him my pistols, though not without great misgivings, since when Ted Rouge hunted buffalo the pursuer was in more danger than the pursued. He hung the holsters at his saddlebow, and now, as we passed along, a band of bulls left their grazing in the meadow, and galloped in a long file across the trail in front. Now is your chance, Ted. Come, let's see you kill a bull. Thus urged, the hunter cried, Get up! and James, obedient to the signal, cantered deliberately forward at an abominably uneasy gait. Ted Rouge, as we contemplated him from behind, made a most remarkable figure. He still wore the old buffalo coat. His blanket, which was tied in a loose bundle behind his saddle, went jolting from one side to the other, and a large tin canteen half full of water which hung from his pommel was jerked about his leg in a manner which greatly embarrassed him. Let out your horse, man, lay on your whip, we called out to him. The buffalo were getting farther off at every instant. James, being ambitious to mend his pace, tugged hard at the rain, and one of his rider's boots escaped from the stirrup. Whoa! I say, whoa! cried Ted Rouge in great perturbation, and after much effort James' progress was arrested. The hunter came trotting back to the party, disgusted with buffalo running, and he was received with overwhelming congratulations. Two got a chance to lose, said Shaw, pointing to another band of bulls on the left. We lashed our horses and galloped upon them. Shaw killed one with each barrel of his gun. I separated another from the herd and shot him. The small bullet of the rifled pistol, striking too far back, did not immediately take effect, and the bull ran on with unabated speed. Again and again I snapped the remaining pistol at him. I primed it afresh three or four times, and each time it missed fire, for the touch-hole was clogged up. Returning it to the holster, I began to load the empty pistol, still galloping by the side of the bull. By this time he was grown desperate. The foam flew from his jaws and his tongue lulled out. Before the pistol was loaded, he sprang upon me and followed up his attack with a furious rush. The only alternative was to run away or be killed. I took to flight, and the bull bristling with fury pursued me closely. The pistol was soon ready, and then looking back I saw his head five or six yards behind my horse's tail. To fire at it would be useless, for a bullet flattens against the adamantine skull of a buffalo bull. Inclining my body to the left, I turned my horse in that direction as sharply as his speed would permit. The bull rushing blindly on with great force and weight did not turn so quickly. As I looked back, his neck and shoulders were exposed to view. Turning in the saddle, I shot a bullet through them obliquely into his vitals. He gave over the chase, and soon fell to the ground. An English tourist represents a situation like this as one of imminent danger. This is a great mistake. The bull never pursues long, and the horse must be wretched indeed that cannot keep out of his way for two or three minutes. We were now come to a part of the country where we were bound in common prudence to use every possible precaution. We mounted guard at night, each man standing in his turn, and no one ever slept without drawing his rifle close to his side or folding it with him in his blanket. One morning our vigilance was stimulated by our finding traces of a large Comanche encampment. Fortunately for us, however, it had been abandoned nearly a week. On the next evening we found the ashes of a recent fire, which gave us at the time some uneasiness. At length we reached the caches, a place of dangerous repute, and it had a most dangerous appearance, consisting of sand hills everywhere broken by ravines and deep chasms. Here we found the grave of Swan killed at this place, probably by the Pawnees two or three weeks before. His remains, more than once violated by the Indians and the wolves, were suffered at length to remain undisturbed in their wild burial place. For several days we met detached companies of Price's Regiment. Horses would often break loose at night from their camps. One afternoon we picked up three of these stragglers quietly grazing along the river. After we came to camp that evening, Jim Gurney brought news that more of them were in sight. It was nearly dark, and a cold drizzling rain had set in. But we all turned out, and after an hour's chase, nine horses were caught and brought in. One of them was equipped with saddle and bridle. Pistols were hanging at the pommel of the saddle, a carbine was slung at its side, and a blanket rolled up behind it. In the morning, glorying in our valuable prize, we resumed our journey, and our cavalcade presented a much more imposing appearance than ever before. We kept on till the afternoon, when, far behind, three horsemen appeared on the horizon. Coming on at a hand gallop, they soon overtook us, and claimed all the horses as belonging to themselves and others in their company. They were, of course, given up, very much to the mortification of Ellis and Jim Gurney. Our own horses now showed signs of fatigue, and we resolved to give them half a day's rest. We stopped at noon at a grassy spot by the river. After dinner, Shaw and Henry went out to hunt, and while the men lounged about the camp, I lay down to read in the shadow of the cart. Looking up, I saw a bull grazing alone on the prairie more than a mile distant. I was tired of reading, and taking my rifle, I walked toward him. As I came near, I crawled upon the ground until I approached to within a hundred yards. Here I sat down upon the grass, and waited till he should turn himself into a proper position to receive his death wound. He was a grim old veteran. His loves and his battles were over for that season, and now, gaunt and war-worn, he had withdrawn from the herd to graze by himself and recruit his exhausted strength. He was miserably emaciated. His mane was all in tatters. His hide was bare and rough as an elephant's, and covered with dried patches of the mud in which he had been wallowing. He showed all his ribs whenever he moved. He looked like some grisly old ruffian grown gray in blood and violence, and scowling on all the world from his misanthropic seclusion. The old savage looked up when I first approached, and gave me a fierce stare. Then he fell to grazing again, with an air of contemptuous indifference. The moment after, as if suddenly recollecting himself, he threw up his head, faced quickly about, and to my amazement came at a rapid trot directly toward me. I was strongly impelled to get up and run, but this would have been very dangerous. Sitting quite still, I aimed as he came on at the thin part of the skull above the nose. After he had passed over about three quarters of the distance between us, I was on the point of firing when, to my great satisfaction, he stopped short. I had full opportunity of studying his countenance. His whole front was covered with a huge mass of coarse matted hair, which hung so low that nothing but his two forefeet were visible beneath it.  It seemed to me that he stood there motionless for a full quarter of an hour, looking at me through the tangled locks of his mane. For my part, I remained as quiet as he, and looked quite as hard. I felt greatly inclined to come to term with him.  At length he seemed to have abandoned any hostile design. Very slowly and deliberately he began to turn about. Little by little his side came into view, all be plastered with mud. It was a tempting sight. I forgot my prudent intentions and fired my rifle. A pistol would have served at that distance. Round spun old bull like a top, and away he galloped over the prairie. He ran some distance and even ascended a considerable hill before he lay down and died. After shooting another bull among the hills, I went back to camp. At noon on the fourteenth of September, a very large Santa Fe caravan came up. The plane was covered with the long files of their white-topped wagons, the close black carriages in which the traders travel and sleep, large droves of animals, and men on horseback and on foot. They all stopped on the meadow near us. Our diminutive cart and handful of men made but an insignificant figure by the side of their wide and bustling camp. Ted Gouge went over to visit them, and soon came back with half a dozen biscuits in one hand and a bottle of brandy in the other. I inquired where he got them. Oh, said Ted Gouge, I know some of the traders. Dr. Dobbs is there besides. I asked who Dr. Dobbs might be. One of our St. Louis doctors, replied Ted Gouge. For two days past I had been severely attacked by the same disorder which had so greatly reduced my strength when at the mountains. At this time I was suffering not a little from the sudden pain and weakness which had occasioned. Ted Gouge, in answer to my inquiries, declared that Dr. Dobbs was a physician of the first standing. Without at all believing him, I resolved to consult this eminent practitioner. Walking over to the camp I found him lying sound asleep under one of the wagons.  His hat had fallen off and his yellow hair was all in disorder. One of his arms supplied the place of a pillow. His pantaloons were wrinkled halfway up to his knees, and he was covered with little bits of grass and straw upon which he had rolled in his uneasy slumber. A Mexican stood near, and I made him a sign that he should touch the doctor. Upspraying the learned Dobbs and sitting upright rubbed his eyes and looked about him in great bewilderment. I regretted the necessity of disturbing him, and said I had come to ask professional advice.  I inquired what might be the particular species of disorder. Evidently a morbid action of the liver, replied the medical man, I will give you a prescription. Repairing to the back of one of the covered wagons, he scrambled in. For a moment I could see nothing of him but his boots. At length he produced a box which he had extracted from some dark recess within, and opening it he presented me with a folded paper of some size. What is it, said I? Calomel, said the doctor. Under the circumstances I would have taken almost anything. There was not enough to do me much harm, and it might possibly do good. So at camp that night I took the poison instead of supper. That camp is worthy of notice. The traders warned us not to follow the main trail along the river, unless, as one of them observed, you want to have your throats cut. The river at this place makes a bend, and a smaller trail known as the ridge path leads directly across the prairie from point to point, a distance of 60 or 70 miles. We followed this trail, and after traveling seven or eight miles we came to a small stream where we encamped. Our position was not chosen with much forethought or military skill. The water was in a deep hollow with steep high banks. On the grassy bottom of this hollow we picketed our horses while we ourselves encamped upon the barren prairie just above. The opportunity was admirable either for driving off our horses or attacking us. After dark, as Ted Hooge was sitting at supper, we observed him pointing with a face of speechless horror over the shoulder of Henry, who was opposite to him. A loop amid the darkness appeared a gigantic black apparition solemnly swaying to and fro. It advanced steadily upon us. Henry, half vexed and half amused, jumped up, spread out his arms, and shouted. The invader was an old buffalo bull, who, with characteristic stupidity, was walking directly into camp. It cost some shouting and swinging of hats before we could bring him first to a halt and then to a rapid retreat. That night the moon was full and bright, but as the black clouds chased rapidly over it we were at one moment in light and the next in darkness. As the evening advanced a thunderstorm came up. It struck us with such violence that the tent would have been blown over if we had not interposed the cart to break the force of the wind. At length it subsided to a steady rain. I lay awake through nearly the whole night, listening to its dull patter upon the canvas above. The moisture which filled the tent and trickled from everything in it did not add to the comfort of the situation. About twelve o'clock Shaw went out to stand guard amid the rain and pitch darkness. Monroe, the most vigilant as well as one of the bravest among us, was also on the alert. When about two hours had passed Shaw came silently in, and touching Henry called him in a low-quick voice to come out. What is it, I asked? Indians, I believe, whispered Shaw, but lie still. I'll call you if there's a fight. He and Henry went out together. I took the cover from my rifle, put a fresh percussion cap upon it, and then, being in much pain, lay down again. In about five minutes Shaw came in again. All right, he said, as he lay down to sleep. Henry was now standing guard in his place. He told me in the morning the particulars of the alarm. Monroe's watchful eye discovered some dark objects down in the hollow among the horses, like men creeping on all fours. Lying flat on their faces, he and Shaw crawled to the edge of the bank, and were soon convinced that what they saw were Indians. Shaw silently withdrew to call Henry, and they all lay watching in the same position. Henry's eye is of the best on the prairie. He detected after a while the true nature of the moving objects. There were nothing but wolves creeping among the horses. It is very singular that when picketed near a camp horses seldom show any fear of such an intrusion. The wolves appear to have no other object than that of gnawing the trail ropes of rawhide by which the animals are secured. Several times in the course of the journey my horse's trail rope was bitten in two by these nocturnal visitors. END OF CHAPTER XXVII The next day was extremely hot, and we rode from morning till night without seeing a tree or a bush or a drop of water. Our horses and mules suffered much more than we, but as sunset approached they pricked up their ears and mended their pace. Water was not far off. When we came to the descent of the broad shadowy valley where it lay, an unlooked foresight awaited us. The stream glistened at the bottom, and along its banks were pitched a multitude of tents while hundreds of cattle were feeding over the meadows. Bodies of troops, both horse and foot, and long trains of wagons with men, women and children, were moving over the opposite ridge and descending the broad declivity in front. These were the Mormon battalion, in the service of government, together with a considerable number of Missouri volunteers. The Mormons were to be paid off in California, and they were allowed to bring with them their families and property. There was something very striking in the half-military, half-patriarchal appearance of these armed fanatics, thus on their way with their wives and children, to found, if might be, a Mormon empire in California. We were much more astonished than pleased at the sight before us. In order to find an unoccupied camping ground, we were obliged to pass a quarter of a mile up the stream, and here we were soon beset by a swarm of Mormons and Missourians. The United States officer in command of the whole came also to visit us and remained some time at our camp. In the morning the country was covered with mist. We were always early risers, but before we were ready the voices of men driving in the cattle sounded all around us. As we passed above their camp we saw through the obscurity that the tents were falling, and the ranks rapidly forming, and mingled with the cries of women and children, the rolling of the Mormon drums and the clear blast of their trumpets sounded through the mist. From that time to the journey's end we met almost every day long trains of government wagons laden with stores for the troops and crawling at a snail's pace towards Santa Fe. Ted Rouge had a mortal antipathy to danger, but on a foraging expedition one evening he achieved an adventure more perilous than had yet befallen any man in the party. The night after we left the ridge path we encamped close to the river. At sunset we saw a train of wagons encamping on the trail about three miles off, and though we saw them distinctly our little cart as it afterward proved entirely escaped their view. For some days Ted Rouge had been longing eagerly after a dram of whiskey, so resolving to improve the present opportunity he mounted his horse James, slung his canteen over his shoulder, and set forth in search of his favorite liquor. Some hours passed without his returning. We thought that he was lost, or perhaps that some stray Indian had snapped him up. While the rest fell asleep I remained on guard. Late at night a tremulous voice saluted me from the darkness, and Ted Rouge and James soon became visible advancing toward the camp. Ted Rouge was in much agitation and big with some important tidings. Sitting down on the shaft of the cart he told the following story. When he left the camp he had no idea he said how late it was. By the time he approached the wagoners it was perfectly dark, and as he saw them all sitting around their fires within the circle of wagons, their guns laid by their sides, he thought he might as well give warning of his approach in order to prevent a disagreeable mistake. Raising his voice to the highest pitch, he screamed out in prolonged accents, Camp Ahoy! This eccentric salutation produced anything but the desired result. Hearing such hideous sounds proceeding from the outer darkness, the wagoners thought that the whole Pawnee Nation were about to break in and take their scalps, up they sprang, staring with terror. Each man snatched his gun, some stood behind the wagon, some threw themselves flat on the ground, and in an instant twenty cocked muskets were leveled full at the horrified Ted Rouge, who just then began to be visible through the darkness. There they come, cried the master wagoner. Fire, fire, shoot that feller. No, no, scream, Ted Rouge, in an ecstasy of fright. Don't fire, don't! I am a friend, I am an American citizen.  Then what are you yelling out there for, like a wild engine? Come along up here, if you're a man. Keep your guns pointed at him, added the master wagoner.  He succeeded at last in explaining his character and situation, and the Missourians admitted him into camp. He got no whiskey, but as he represented himself as a great invalid and suffering much from coarse fare, they made up a contribution for him of rice, biscuit, and sugar from their own rations. In the morning and breakfast, Ted Rouge once more related this story. We hardly knew how much of it to believe, though after some cross-questioning we failed to discover any flaw in the narrative. Passing by the wagoner's camp, they confirmed Ted Rouge's account in every particular. I wouldn't have been in that feller's place, said one of them, for the biggest heap of money in Missouri. To Ted Rouge's great wrath, they expressed a firm conviction that he was crazy. We left them, after giving them the advice not to trouble themselves about war-woops in the future, since they would be apt to feel an Indian's arrow before they heard his voice. A day or two after, we had an adventure of another sort with a party of wagoners. Henry and I rode forward to hunt. After that day there was no probability that we should meet with Buffalo, and we were anxious to kill one for the sake of fresh meat. They were so wild that we hunted all the morning in vain, but at noon as we approached Cow Creek, we saw a large band feeding near its margin. Cow Creek is densely lined with trees which intercept the view beyond, and it runs as we afterward found at the bottom of a deep trench. We approached by riding along the bottom of a ravine. When we were near enough, I held the horses while Henry crept toward the Buffalo. I saw him take his seat within shooting distance, prepare his rifle, and look about to select his victim. The death of a fat cow was certain, when, suddenly, a great smoke arose from the bed of the creek with a rattling volley of musketry. A score of long-legged Missourians leaped out from among the trees and ran after the Buffalo, who one and all took to their heels and vanished. These fellows had crawled up the bed of the creek to within a hundred yards of the Buffalo. Never was there a fairer chance for a shot. They were good marksmen, all cracked away at once, and yet not a Buffalo fell. In fact, the animal is so tenacious of life that it requires no little knowledge of anatomy to kill it, and it is very seldom that a novice succeeds in his first attempt at approaching. The balked Missourians were excessively mortified, especially when Henry told them, if they had kept quiet he would have killed me enough in ten minutes to feed their whole party. Our friends, who were at no great distance, hearing such a formidable fusillade, thought the Indians had fired the volley for our benefit. Shaw came galloping on to reconnoiter and learn if we were yet in the land of the living. At Cow Creek we found the very welcome novelty of ripe grapes and plums, which grew there in abundance. At the little ark and saw not much farther on we saw the last Buffalo, a miserable old bull roaming over the prairie alone and melancholy. From this time forward the character of the country was changing every day. We had left behind us the great arid deserts meagrely covered by the tufted Buffalo grass, with its pale green hue and its short shriveled blades. The plains before us were carpeted with rich and verdant herbage sprinkled with flowers. In place of Buffalo we found plenty of prairie hens, and we bagged them by dozens without leaving the trail. In three or four days we saw before us the broad woods and the emerald meadows of Council Grove, a scene of striking luxuriance and beauty. It seemed like a new sensation as we rode beneath the resounding arches of these noble woods. The trees were ash, oak, elm, maple, and hickory, their mighty limbs deeply overshadowing the path, while enormous grapevines were entwined among them purple with fruit. The shouts of our scattered party, and now and then a report of a rifle, rang amid the breathing stillness of the forest. We rode forth again with regret into the broad light of the open prairie. Little more than a hundred miles now separated us from the frontier settlements. The whole intervening country was a succession of verdant prairies, rising in broad swells, and relieved by trees clustering like an oasis around some spring, or following the course of a stream along some fertile hollow. These are the prairies of the poet and the novelist. We had left danger behind us. Nothing was to be feared from the Indians of this region, the Sacks and Foxes, the Kansas and the Osages. We had met with signal good fortune. Although for five months we had been traveling with an insufficient force through a country where we were at any moment liable to depredation, not a single animal had been stolen from us, and our only loss had been one old mule bitten to death by a rattlesnake. Three weeks after we reached the frontier, the Ponies and the Comanches began a regular series of hostilities on the Arkansas Trail, killing men and driving off horses. They attacked without exception every party large or small that passed during the next six months. Diamond, Spring, Rock Creek, Elder Grove, and other camping places besides were passed all in quick succession. At Rock Creek we found a train of government provision wagons under the charge of an emaciated old man in his 71st year. Some restless American devil had driven him into the wilderness at a time when he should have been seated at his fireside with his grandchildren on his knees. I am convinced that he never returned. He was complaining that night of a disease, the wasting effects of which upon a younger and stronger man I myself had proved from severe experience. Long ere this, no doubt, the wolves have howled their moonlight carnival over the old man's attenuated remains. Not long after we came to a small trail leading to Fort Leavenworth, distant but one day's journey. Ted Rouge here took leave of us. He was anxious to go to the fort in order to receive payment for his valuable military services, so he and his horse James, after bidding an affectionate farewell, set out together, taking with them as much provision as they could conveniently carry, including a large quantity of brown sugar. On a cheerless rainy evening we came to our last and camping ground. Some pigs belonging to a Shawnee farmer were grunting and rooting at the edge of the grove. I wonder how fresh pork tastes, murmured one of the party, and more than one voice murmured in response. The fiat went forth. That pig must die, and a rifle was leveled forthwith at the countenance of the plumpest porker. Just then a wagon-train with some twenty Missourians came out from among the trees. The marksman suspended his aim, deeming it inexpedient under the circumstances to consummate the deed of blood. In the morning we made our toilet as well as circumstances would permit, and that is saying but very little. In spite of the dreary rain of yesterday, there never was a brighter and gayer autumnal morning than that on which we returned to the settlements. We were passing through the country of the half-civilized Shawanos. It was a beautiful alternation of fertile plains and groves, whose foliage was just changed with the hues of autumn, while close beneath them rested the neat log houses of the Indian farmers. Every field and meadow bespoke the exuberant fertility of the soil. The maze stood rustling in the wind, matured and dry, its shining yellow ears thrust out between the gaping husks. Squashes and enormous yellow pumpkins lay basking in the sun in the midst of their brown and shriveled leaves. Robins and blackbirds flew about the fences, and everything in short betokened our near approach to home and civilization. The forests that border on the Missouri soon rose before us, and we entered the wide tract of shrubbery which forms their outskirts. We had passed the same road on our outward journey in the spring, but its aspect was totally changed. The young wild apple trees, then flushed with their fragrant blossoms, were now hung thickly with ruddy fruit. Tall grass flourished by the roadside in place of the tender shoots just peeping from the warm and oozy soil. The vines were laden with dark purple grapes, and the slender twigs of the maple then tassled with their clusters of small red flowers, now hung out a gorgeous display of leaves stained by the frost with burning crimson. On every side we saw the tokens of maturity and decay where all had before been fresh and beautiful. We entered the forest, and ourselves and our horses were checkered as we passed along by the bright spots of sunlight that fell between the opening boughs. On either side the dark rich masses of foliage almost excluded the sun, though here and there its rays could find their way down, striking through the broad leaves and lighting them with a pure transparent green. Squirrels barked at us from the trees, covies of young partridges ran rustling over the leaves below, and the golden aureole, the blue jay, and the flaming red bird darted among the shadowy branches. We hailed these sights and sounds of beauty by no means with an unmingled pleasure. Many and powerful as were the attractions which drew us toward the settlements, we looked back even at that moment with an eager longing toward the wilderness of prairies and mountains behind us. For myself I had suffered more that summer from illness than ever before in my life, and yet to this hour I cannot recall those savage scenes and savage men without a strong desire again to visit them. At length, for the first time during about half a year, we saw the roof of a white man's dwelling between the opening trees. A few moments after we were riding over the miserable log bridge that leads into the center of Westport. Westport had beheld strange scenes, but a rougher looking troop than ours with our worn equipments and broken down horses was never seen even there. We passed the well-remembered tavern, Boone's Grocery, and Old Vogel's Dram Shop, and encamped on a meadow beyond. Here we were soon visited by a number of people who came to purchase our horses and equipage. This matter disposed of, we hired a wagon and drove on to Kansas Landing. Here we were again received under the hospital roof of our old Fran Colonel Chick, and seated on his porch we looked down once more on the eddies of the Missouri. Deloria made his appearance in the morning, strangely transformed by the assistance of a hat, a coat, and a razor. His little log house was among the woods not far off. It seemed he had meditated, giving a ball on the occasion of his return, and had consulted Henry Châtalon as to whether it would do to invite his bourgeois. Henry expressed his entire conviction that we would not take it amiss, and the invitation was now proffered accordingly. Deloria adding as a special inducement that Antoine Lejeunesse was to play the fiddle. We told him we would certainly come, but before the evening arrived a steamboat which came down from Fort Leavenworth prevented our being present at the expected festivities. Deloria was on the rock at the landing place, waiting to take leave of us.  When you go another time to the Rocky Montagne, I will go with you. Yes, I will go. He accompanied this patronizing assurance by jumping about, swinging his hat, and grinning from ear to ear. As the boat rounded a distant point, the last object that met our eyes was Deloria still lifting his hat and skipping about the rock. We had taken leave of Monroe and Jim Gurney at Westport, and Henry Châtalon went down in the boat with us. The passage to St. Louis occupied eight days, during about a third of which we were fast aground on sandbars. We passed the steamer Amelia crowded with a roaring crew of disbanded volunteers, swearing, drinking, gambling, and fighting. At length one evening we reached the crowded levee of St. Louis. Repairing to the planter's house, we caused diligent search to be made for our trunks, which after some time were discovered stowed away in the farthest corner of the storeroom. In the morning we hardly recognized each other. A frock of broadcloth had supplanted the frock of buckskin, well-fitted pantaloons took the place of the Indian leggings, and polished boots were substituted for the gaudy moccasins. After we had been several days at St. Louis, we heard news of Tete Rouge. He had contrived to reach Fort Leavenworth, where he had found the paymaster and received his money. As a boat was just ready to start for St. Louis, he went on board and engaged his passage. This done he immediately got drunk on shore, and the boat went off without him. It was some days before another opportunity occurred, and meanwhile the subtler's stores furnished him with the abundant means of keeping up his spirits. Another steamboat came at last, the clerk of which happened to be a friend of his, and by the advice of some charitable person on shore he persuaded Tete Rouge to remain on board, intending to detain him there until the boat should leave the fort. At first Tete Rouge was well contented with this arrangement, but on applying for a dram the barkeeper at the clerk's instigation refused to let him have it. Finding them both inflexible in spite of his entreaties, he became desperate and made his escape from the boat. The clerk found him after a long search in one of the barracks. A circle of dragoon stood contemplating him as he lay on the floor, modeling drunk and crying dismally. With the help of one of them the clerk pushed him on board, and our informant, who came down in the same boat, declares that he remained in great despondency during the whole passage. As we left St. Louis soon after his arrival, we did not see the worthless, good-natured little vagabond again. On the evening before our departure Henry Châtalon came to our rooms at the planter's house to take leave of us. No one who met him in the streets of St. Louis would have taken him for a hunter fresh from the rocky mountains. He was very neatly and simply dressed in a suit of dark cloth. For although since his sixteenth year he had scarcely been for a month together among the abodes of men, he had a native good taste and a sense of propriety, which always led him to pay great attention to his personal appearance. His tall athletic figure, with its easy, flexible motions, appeared to advantage in his present dress, and his fine face, though roughened by a thousand storms, was not at all out of keeping with it. We took leave of him with much regret, and unless his changing features as he shook us by the hand belied him, the feeling on his part was no less than on ours. Shaw had given him a horse at Westport. My rifle, which he had always been fond of using as it was an excellent piece, much better than his own, is now in his hands, and perhaps at this moment its sharp voice is startling the echoes of the rocky mountains. On the next morning we left town, and after a fortnight of railroads and steamboat, we saw once more the familiar features of home. End of Chapter 27 End of the Oregon Trail by Francis Parkman Jr.


Hello and welcome to this course on Graphics with STM32. The course objectives are first to understand what is required to manage a graphical user interface on a microcontroller, then to understand how the STM32 can contribute to your graphic user interface, determine which STM32 microcontroller is best suited for your graphic design, and finally discover how to benefit from the STM32's unique graphic accelerators. This training starts with some theoretical presentations. The first one sets a common language for the entire course by defining some key graphic concepts, such as bitmap, frame buffer, blending, but in a platform-independent way. The second one focuses on display interfaces and their impact on, for example, the number of required wires, the required memory bandwidth, etc. and how the STM32 family supports the various ways of connecting and controlling a display. The second part of the course is a more practical one, with first representation of the STM32 ecosystem in the graphic context, and then a hands-on session during which a basic graphical user interface will be created using the STM32 ecosystem tools and flashed on the STM32F469 discovery device. You will find the prerequisite as well as the input files needed for the hands-on session in the corresponding nature external resources.


Good afternoon everyone and welcome. This is Melissa Arma with the stocks. What should I'm reviewing Alta? This was the play of the day on Friday and called a few options trades in this too. They were all puts they all worked But this is this is something where when you when you look at it and you look to do it You have to be very very specific for the entry because I'm just gonna pull this up here This this really collapsed. I mean Honestly, I saw this the night before it was Thursday evening when it reported close the night before 337 45 Geez and open at 250 281. It was even lower than that at one point In in the morning. This was Friday morning then it had a little bit of a rally, but it still dropped and broke and You know with a holiday week I think that people could have taken profits on this on Friday But I did call the puts out for quite some time and this definitely can break further I would say that this might have some rest days in in the in the coming week But if if you're still in the puts if anybody on the newsletter is still in the puts and wants to hold it through This could potentially go to I originally said 225 220 215 210 even 200. It's just a question of timing. Is it gonna go straight down there? Is it gonna take a couple of weeks? I mean in this market anything can happen But I definitely think that this was a devastating devastating move for the stock And I would be shocked if this recovers anytime soon. And so again The stock was at previous highs back here right before the earnings. This was just in July 368 83 and this has been a very strong chart Very strong chart, but this chart is now in a downtrend So, you know just like that and that is as quick as it can happen This is exactly what happened with this and the market was weak on Friday But this really was weak on Friday And you can even see here that it hardly moved and rallied at all at any point in the afternoon Once it finally broke in the morning, which was still early still early in the morning This based out and basically just fell and pittered out the entire afternoon I mean, I I don't know if this gaps down on Tuesday or not, but I guess it could I guess it could It just had such a big move from Thursday to Friday I'm talking about from Thursday night into the close on Friday that I believe that people could have taken all of the Profits out from the puts that I call them Friday and just been done with it into the Halloween week But I mean the chart looks lower to me now because it's broken that will happen Occasionally you will get these very sizable gaps. They could happen up. They could happen down Alta was one that definitely was a short Again, we called it in the day trading room as an equity short and you could have done puts in it I called a bunch of different strikes and again They all worked and it's just a question of watching them for bigger moves or you can exit with profits But I I think all too was just there was a devastating gap So it was very very important though in this market for people to take profits, so Never gonna fault anyone for doing that Everybody get out of every one of the trades in Friday before the close I think that was perfectly fine because of the three-day weekend have a great great weekend everyone If you need anything email me at Melissa the stocks wish calm if you want to sign up for the gap options newsletter Can email me at Melissa at the stocks wish calm


What's up guys welcome to today's video super excited to have all of you guys here with me today I'm going to be going over full step-by-step Layered haircut for you guys, so let's get started Okay, grab some clips and what is the FSE digital haircutting system sectioning? It's very very simple a focus on the curve of the head and that's how we section it out We're going to go straight down the center and this doesn't matter if my guest has a center part or not I'm still going to section it this way. So we're going to work through it From the bridge of the nose up And I'm going to draw a line straight back to the crown And we'll work that through And then we're going to go from the high point of the head and I'm going to draw from this high point right here These are the things you need to look for when you're sectioning out your client So I work through here. I go straight down the center that separates left and right Now I want to separate front and back the way that I separate front and back is I work from this high point here and I go down And I aim for The hairline here. So the hairline allows me to grab a hold of what would be the back density So from here Up and all the way back is the same density all the way to the other side everything from this point forward Here is the same density So that separates front and back and then I know when I go to layer the hair That every section I'm holding in my hand has the same density So I comb this forward and I'll slide a clip up underneath and keep the front separated Okay, now we're going to do the same thing on the opposite side. All right high point down To the hairline got a little bit far there So I'm just going to recomb and adjust Sectioning like this for every single haircut that I ever do allows me to be aware Especially let's say I'm cutting a bob to not cut too far into the side without being aware of it Slide the clip up underneath And hold it in place. So now again This density all the way around to the back is the same and this density All the way from the front is the same now What we need to determine is through consultation what our guest wants So I can section this before I even know what she wants because this is just the standard sectioning Get through it Normally I'd be having my my consultation while I'm putting this sectioning in and then I can execute right as soon as I'm done sectioning now where you start Is going to be determined in the consultation I want to do a long haircut with long layers because I want to do long layers I want to start from the inside out I want to go interior to exterior why I want to do that is because I want to know How long this piece is going to be I can always blend it into the bottom But if you start in the bottom and you start layering up and then all of a sudden the layers are shorter than you wanted Then you've you've messed up your execution what you wanted to do the next thing we need to break down I know I'm going to go long layers. So I know I want to start inside out now I need to know my horizontal line. So we talk about our vertical How long do we want this to be how much layering do we want to do? And now where do I want to move the weight side to side? Do we want her to have Rounded looking layers that go around the face that are around the head this way Do we want it to be more balanced in the back like this? Do I want to pull everything back and have it Cut into a line in the back that would give me weight towards the edges towards the corners here Those are really the two things that I think about in this scenario Do we want to have weight in the corners is the question? I Don't want to have weight in the corners for this cut So we're going to be moving in a circular motion around the head shape And we're going to work pie shape sections till we get to the corner here same thing one to two to three to four And we're going to work layering out from the head. This is where Hair cutting gets broken down into such a simple form where there's literally two things to think about There's how much do we want to graduate or layer? So graduation is anything below 90 degrees So if I've got this held out from the head shape here, I'm at 90 degrees All this is layering if I lift the hair higher and higher It's going to get more layered right, but it's going to get more layered And shorter as we go unless we decide that we want this length here I lift it up and then we can start to concave or collapse The rest of the hair here, but hold on to that length where we want it to be cut or You've got the hair out like this. This is 90 degrees here anything below that we drop it just one degree We start building weight on the head shape a lot of people will cut layers And not be aware that the head shape is curving and you're working on a round surface So they're not aware that they're actually at 89 85 75 whatever it is doesn't matter But it's below 90 and they're not aware that some of the section they're holding Like if i'm holding all of this in my hand I might think i'm coming out and i'm cutting this all layered I'm layering it all but i'm not layering it all because this part here This is actually at almost 45 degrees. This is 90 Then here Is almost 45 degrees 90 is here. So I need to be up here with this section In order to not build extra weight on the back end of of that cut So if I take this section up And I cut it here when I drop that I've got a heavy little bit of a heavy shelf Building up because that's the weight. That's the graduation on the top end of that section. That makes sense So we are going to start with the vertical section in the back I'm cutting this down to the occipital bone. There's not going to be much hair underneath here to cut past the occipital bone But i'm just going to continue my line. See there's nothing really there if there is hair there you continue that line This is one thing I want you guys to think about when I cut this My top point of my section is at 90 this line that I cut. I want to continue that line Straight out till it hits the floor. So everything that I bring out from the head is going to follow that line That's the line that I chose for this haircut And that's where I pull everything up too and cut it and then when I rotate I'm going to rotate this horizontally into a the next pie shape section. So section one We're now going to travel. This was section one So I'm going to pivot here grab section two and I'm going to bring section one Over to section two. So I bring this up. I've got that entire section one in my hand and I come across and I cut I'm combing The old section the guide Toward the new section that will just ensure that I'm pushing the guide in the right place If I were to pull the hair I'd be pulling the new hair towards the guideline And I'd never have that guideline where I wanted it to be we're going to go to My uber driver analogy here. So imagine section one Is an uber driver or uh, let's see other one lift a lift driver and So section one goes over to section two's place picks them up cuts them That's not nice Section one over to section two's place you cut section two drop them off At home section two then Brick goes over to section three's place and section one gets dropped off. So here section one Stays back now section two goes to pick up section three So we bring section two over to section three's house We go through and we cut and now I'll recomb to then grab tension again Now we drop section two off at its home and three Goes over to fours. So at this point you should be basically right behind the ear over top of your section And continuing that line that line stays the same angle. So that is the left side And we've kept all the length think about your guests that comes in And they're like, I don't want to lose a lot of length, but I need my layers cleaned up You now have cleaned up their interior and now you just do a little exterior trim same thing on the other side So we're going to grab section one again, and I'll grab two in my hand We've already cut one and we're going to bring section one over to section two So we got some layers going you can see this kind of beautiful nice shape that we have Obviously, this is long a little bit stringy towards the bottom I'm going to clean it up now. Then I can determine what I want that outer perimeter line to be now Cutting the front We're going to do a little connection today because I don't always connect the front and back But I feel like you guys like when I connect it and for this cut I can this is The portion in the back that we already cut when you look at that you should see a little rounded edge That's because it followed the round. I'm going to do condensed cutting So I'm going to take this entire right side and I'm going to comb it up in my hand And this is such a good technique because of where I'm at on the head There's not a lot of curve to play with but I also know that when I look at this section I know that this is 90 degrees So as long as I'm 90 degrees Then the rest of this section everything from this point over as long as I'm 90 degrees on this point The rest of this will all be above 90 degrees.  I'm going to grab a piece from the back as my guide that will connect it together for you guys But see all this hair bunched up at the bottom You really want to work that up first all the hair up into your hand. I got my piece as the guide I'm over top of the parting And I cut across now. What is this? Cutting it across like this is cutting it balanced on the side It's all about the angle So if you didn't pull it over top of the parting enough you'll get a shelf and you don't want that When I look at this now, I've now layered this entire side And I'll do the same thing on the opposite side I just want to wet this down a little bit to Clean up the baseline So we've now cut the entire Interior of this haircut and this little face frame I'll actually cut into it a little bit more once I blow dry the hair and I get to see it All right, so now we're going to blow dry We're going to use Paul Mitchell Clean beauty volumizing liquid Just a couple pumps of that and work this through the hair Look at all those layers Ooh, that's nice So Paul Mitchell narrow lift So once I get the product in the hair, I like to blow dry To get it about 80% dry before I start round brushing and there's no sense in over working a round brush Over and over again to try to get the section dry then smooth.  So she doesn't have a body so I'm gonna have to I'm gonna have to help her out a little bit But I have her flip her hair back Then I'd work it forward and start to get that volume going It's cool about this cut is that it really keeps the length in there


Hey, everyone. Hope you guys are having a wonderful day. So today we're going to talk about how to get your accent's account approved as soon as possible. So in general, accent takes at least 14 days to get your account approved. But sometimes it can be faster if your website has been approved before or you're just trying to add a new website. I have a lot of clients who had a really difficult time getting their sites approved in Google Actions. So here are my tips that will definitely give you a 99% accuracy of getting your accent's account approved. So number one is you have to choose a really, really good WordPress theme. There are a lot of themes on the market. One of my favorite is actually called Astra. They are provided.  They have a really good theme. And one of the main feature of the theme is actually the speed. Astra, I have used to this theme. 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There are a couple of hosting service that I can recommend. One is called Nameship. I've been using this for the last five years. Really good company. We have a VPS with them. It's pretty good. Another one is HostGator. They're a little bit expensive, but you'll get what you're asking for. If possible, try to get Amazon AWS or Google Cloud Platform. They give you one year for free if you're more into technical side.  Then definitely go for Nameship. I hope you guys like the music that's going on the background. So number three is create a menu bar and post category. So when you're creating the header panel of a theme, make sure to put the categories of your post in the menu bar, the first header. And on the footer, make sure that you're giving the legal pages that are required in accents. For example, about us, privacy policy, terms and conditions, and other type of legal posts. And create these pages for your future references. Make sure before submitting your site for AdSense, you have these pages about us. Privacy policy, terms and conditions, and contact us. On the about us section, make sure that you fool what's your goal, how many people are working on this website, what this website is all about, and everything related to your company on the about us section. Recently, AdSense is actually looking through the core of the company and website. So make sure that everything is proper. On the contact us page, use an embedded contact us form and also give your Gmail address on the contact us from any possible. Give your office PO number or office location. If you don't have office and you use a home like me as an office overseas, use your home address but don't exactly keep your home address. Just give the country or locality that you're living. And the number five one is kind of like the optional, but it doesn't harm you to add is the GDPR. GDPR attribution is something like you're asking your users or the website visitors if they want to adapt the cookie policy that you have. Just add that, I think it's pretty solid. Google may look into it, but it actually worked for us. And number six, which is actually the most important one in this whole video, I saved the best for the last is to create at least 20 high quality 600 word articles which are actually optimized. So do not copy paste from anybody. Do not redact things from anybody. Make sure that your title is unique. You're working on a specific niche. So to get your absence approved in a very easy way is I recommend creating 20 articles on recipes. That's a really good way to start. And if you have, also you can actually write 20 articles on health that actually works like diet planning and stuff. Do not write based on, you know, based on like your, okay, diet items and stuff. And you can write other legal stuff. Education purposes are really good that help us too, but the most one is actually the recipe articles. And if your website is a news website, just put like 200 words to 400 words news article, at least like 30 or 40 from the very beginning. So that you don't have to like delete those 20 articles that you have wrote, just do. So the rule of the thumb is to create really good high quality content from the very beginning. And that's it. That's actually the secret of getting your absence approved as soon as possible. And number seven is a little bit of optional, but I recommend is to submit your sitemap on Google search console. It helps Google to understand your sitemap better and see if it's already been enlisted in the Google search console. And that said, I hope you guys find this tips pretty good. And I will bring new video every day. And by the way, if you guys are new, do subscribe on the YouTube channel. I really appreciate that. 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