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2023.06.01 17:30 AmyInTB Should I start over?

Should I start over?
Hope I can get input from someone who has successfully installed a moss garden.
Late last summer and into the fall I harvested and installed some moss. I have climacium from the house out about a foot, polytricum around the gravel river, and the space between filled with a variety of sheet and clumping mosses.
When the snow disappeared I hit it with a leaf blower and—disaster! Most of the sheet moss and a lot of the climacium had not attached. I didn’t do a good job of misting it and stepping on it until just before it snowed, so I’m doing that now: 1 minute of sprinkler water every 4 hrs and me stepping on it with Crocks several times a day.
But it’s not looking great. Some of the moss is brownish—dead?—and I’m wondering if I should just hit it with the leaf blower and replace whatever flies away.
Also, the polytrichum is clearly unhappy, and I’m not sure why.
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2023.05.31 01:34 landaroo24 [Buying Advice] 2015 x304 with Attachments

Hey there, would appreciate any input. Buyer asking 4k, think I might offer 3.5k. Has 800 hours
Details: (see pics here) ~2015 x304 (Doesn't recall the last year) with 800 hours Dual Bagger System (Deere) Original Tractor Cab Hard Top Cab Enclosure (Deere) 44 inch Snow Blower (Deere) 38 inch Thatcher attachment (Deere)
Older gentleman who is selling because moving out of state to be closer to family for care. Said it comes with lots of air filters, oil, and extra blades.
Any help would be greatly appreciated. Would you buy this knowing all information? Good deal or pass?
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2023.05.31 01:33 landaroo24 [Buying Advice] 2015 x304 with Attachments

Hey there, would appreciate any input. Buyer asking 4k, think I might offer 3.5k. Has 800 hours
Details: (see pics here) ~2015 x304 (Doesn't recall the last year) with 800 hours Dual Bagger System (Deere) Original Tractor Cab Hard Top Cab Enclosure (Deere) 44 inch Snow Blower (Deere) 38 inch Thatcher attachment (Deere)
Older gentleman who is selling because moving out of state to be closer to family for care. Said it comes with lots of air filters, oil, and extra blades.
Any help would be greatly appreciated. Would you buy this knowing all information? Good deal or pass?
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2023.05.28 19:10 jep004 Garden shed base

Looking at a 8x10ish garden shed for winter tires, lawn equipment, snow blower. For a base am I able to get away with a pea gravel base, or is a concrete pad required?
Pea gravel for the box suffice?
Concrete, is a dry poor strong enough or pre mixed required?

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2023.05.27 18:22 Lopsided-Turtle28 My neighbor’s lawn obsession is making global warming worse

My next door neighbor, Joe, is like 80 something and I swear to god has a lawn fetish. He mows or leaf blows his lawn almost every day. Literally 4-5 days a week for HOURS when he has maybe an acre of land with no trees.
Not only does the noise piss me and my family off but leaf blowers are like the biggest polluter for machines their size and my guy is just warming the planet so he can push around 5 leaves for a couple hours. I wish I could report him to somewhere. The cops do nothing because it’s within reasonable hours (mowing your tiny lawn from 8am to 2pm daily shouldn’t be considered reasonable…)
I wanna throw rocks at his head
Edit: yes, we’ve tried being civil and asking him to chill out but he’s straight up an asshole. My mom had surgery once and was trying to sleep, she asked him to stop cause he’d already been going for 3 hours, and he said no because he’d only been out there an hour (blatant lies) and he had to get the leaves gone before the snow fall (it was Septembeearly October).
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2023.05.27 07:39 jvc72 Thermon Group Holdings Inc[NYSE:THR] Financials FY/2023



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2023.05.26 23:42 JoshAsdvgi Trail of Tears

Trail of Tears

In 1830, at President Andrew Jackson’s urging, Congress passed the Indian Removal Act in order to free up land for the nation’s expanding white population.
The act granted the president the power to negotiate treaties with Native American tribes to relinquish their lands east of the Mississippi River in exchange for unsettled lands west of the river.
While some Indians complied peacefully, the Cherokee, among other tribes, resisted. In 1838, U.S. troops rounded up the Cherokees from their traditional lands in the southern Appalachians, held them in camps then forced them to relocate to Indian Territory, in present-day Oklahoma.
An estimated 15,000 to 16,000 Cherokee people made the grueling journey west, following one of several routes that collectively became known as the Trail of Tears. Along the way, some 3,000 to 4,000 of them died from disease, malnutrition and exposure.
Check out seven facts about this infamous chapter in American history.
Davy Crockett objected to Indian removal.
Frontiersman Davy Crockett, whose grandparents were killed by Creeks and Cherokees, was a scout for Andrew Jackson during the Creek War (1813-14). However, while serving as a U.S. congressman from Tennessee, Crockett broke with President Jackson over the Indian Removal Act, calling it unjust. Despite warnings that his opposition to Indian removal would cost him his seat in Congress, where he’d served since 1827, Crockett said, “I would sooner be honestly and politically damned than hypocritically immortalized.” The year after the act’s 1830 passage, Crockett lost his bid for reelection. After being voted back into office in 1833, he continued to express his opposition to Jackson’s policy and wrote that he would leave the U.S. for the “wildes of Texas” if Martin Van Buren, Jackson’s vice president, succeeded him in the White House. After Crockett was again defeated for reelection, in 1835, he did go to Texas, where he died fighting at the Alamo in March 1836.
Renegade Cherokees signed a treaty selling all tribal lands.
John Ross, who was of Scottish and Cherokee ancestry and became the tribe’s principal chief in 1828, was strongly opposed to giving up the Cherokees’ ancestral lands, as were the majority of the Cherokee people. However, a small group within the tribe believed it was inevitable that white settlers would keep encroaching on their lands and therefore the only way to preserve Cherokee culture and survive as a tribe was to move west. In 1835, while Ross was away, this minority faction signed a treaty at New Echota, the Cherokee Nation capital (located in Georgia), agreeing to sell the U.S. government all tribal lands in the East in exchange for $5 million and new land in the West. As part of the agreement, the government was supposed help cover the Cherokees’ moving costs and pay to support them during their first year in Indian Territory. When Ross found out about the treaty, he argued it had been made illegally. Nevertheless, in 1836 it was ratified by a single vote in the U.S. Senate and signed by President Jackson. The treaty gave the Cherokees two years to vacate their lands. In June 1839, after the Cherokees had been forced to relocate to Indian Territory, several leaders of the so-called Treaty Party, who’d advocated for the New Echota agreement, were assassinated by tribe members who’d opposed removal to the west.
Martin Van Buren ordered the roundup of the Cherokees.
During his two terms in the White House, from 1829 to 1837, Andrew Jackson was responsible for putting Indian removal policies in place; however, he left office before the 1838 deadline for the Cherokees to surrender their lands in the East. It was Jackson’s presidential successor, Martin Van Buren, who ordered General Winfield Scott to forcibly evict the Cherokees. Scott’s troops rounded up thousands of Cherokees and then imprisoned them in forts in Georgia, Tennessee, North Carolina and Alabama. During these roundups, the Indians weren’t given time to pack and family members, including children, sometimes got left behind if they weren’t home when the soldiers showed up. The Indians were transferred from the forts to detention camps, most of them in Tennessee, to await deportation. At both the forts and camps, living conditions were bleak and diseases rampant, and an unknown number of Cherokees died.
The Trail of Tears wasn’t just one route.
The first group of Cherokees departed Tennessee in June 1838 and headed to Indian Territory by boat, a journey that took them along the Tennessee, Ohio, Mississippi and Arkansas rivers. Heat and extended drought soon made travel along this water route impractical, so that fall and winter thousands more Cherokees were forced to trek from Tennessee to present-day Oklahoma via one of several overland routes. Federal officials allowed Chief John Ross to take charge of these overland removals, and he organized the Indians into 13 groups, each comprised of nearly a thousand people. Although there were some wagons and horses, most people had to walk.
The route followed by the largest number of Cherokees—12,000 people or more, according to some estimates—was the northern route, a distance of more than 800 miles through Tennessee, Kentucky, Illinois, Missouri, Arkansas and into Indian Territory. The last groups of Cherokees made it to Indian Territory in March 1839. A century later, Route 66, the iconic highway established in 1926, overlapped with part of this route, from Rolla to Springfield, Missouri.

Not all Cherokees left the Southeast.
A small group of Cherokee people managed to remain in North Carolina, either as a result of an 1819 agreement that enabled them to stay on their land there, or because they hid in the mountains from the U.S. soldiers sent to capture them. The group, which also included people who walked back from Indian Territory, became known as the Eastern Band of Cherokee Indians. Today, the group has approximately 12,500 members, who live primarily in western North Carolina on the 57,000-acre Qualla Boundary.

The Cherokees rebuilt in Indian Territory.
In the first years after their arrival in Indian Territory, life was difficult for many Cherokees. However, under the leadership of Chief Ross the tribe rebuilt in the 1840s and 1850s, establishing businesses and a public school system and publishing what was then America’s only tribal newspaper. When the U.S. Civil War broke out, the Cherokee Nation found itself politically divided. Ross initially believed the Cherokees should remain neutral in the conflict, but there was a faction who supported the South so the chief made an alliance with the Confederacy, in part to try to keep the Cherokees united. Ross soon grew disillusioned with the Confederates, who had abandoned their promises of protection and supplies to the Indians. Ross spent the rest of the war in Philadelphia, where his second wife had a home (his first wife died while walking the Trail of Tears) and Washington, D.C., trying to convince President Abraham Lincoln that the Cherokees were loyal to the Union. Ross died of illness on August 1, 1866, having served as principal chief for nearly 40 years.
The U.S. apologized to Native American groups in 2009.
In December 2009, President Barack Obama signed a bill that included an official apology to all American Indian tribes for past injustices. U.S. Senators Sam Brownback of Kansas and Byron Dorgan of North Dakota led a bipartisan effort to pass the resolution, which stated: “the United States, acting through Congress…recognizes that there have been years of official depredations, ill-conceived policies, and the breaking of covenants by the Federal Government regarding Indian tribes.” However, the resolution did not call for reparations and included a disclaimer that it wasn’t meant to support any legal claims against the United States.

At the beginning of the 1830s, nearly 125,000 Native Americans lived on millions of acres of land in Georgia, Tennessee, Alabama, North Carolina and Florida–land their ancestors had occupied and cultivated for generations.
By the end of the decade, very few natives remained anywhere in the southeastern United States.
Working on behalf of white settlers who wanted to grow cotton on the Indians’ land, the federal government forced them to leave their homelands and walk thousands of miles to a specially designated “Indian territory” across the Mississippi River.
This difficult and sometimes deadly journey is known as the Trail of Tears.
White Americans, particularly those who lived on the western frontier, often feared and resented the Native Americans they encountered:
To them, American Indians seemed to be an unfamiliar, alien people who occupied land that white settlers wanted (and believed they deserved).
Some officials in the early years of the American republic, such as President George Washington, believed that the best way to solve this “Indian problem” was simply to “civilize” the Native Americans.
The goal of this civilization campaign was to make Native Americans as much like white Americans as possible by encouraging them convert to Christianity, learn to speak and read English, and adopt European-style economic practices such as the individual ownership of land and other property (including, in some instances in the South, African slaves).
In the southeastern United States, many Choctaw, Chickasaw, Seminole, Creek and Cherokee people embraced these customs and became known as the “Five Civilized Tribes.”
Indian removal took place in the Northern states as well.
In Illinois and Wisconsin, for example, the bloody Black Hawk War in 1832 opened to white settlement millions of acres of land that had belonged to the Sauk, Fox and other native nations.
But their land, located in parts of Georgia, Alabama, North Carolina, Florida and Tennessee, was valuable, and it grew to be more coveted as white settlers flooded the region.
Many of these whites yearned to make their fortunes by growing cotton, and they did not care how “civilized” their native neighbors were:
They wanted that land and they would do almost anything to get it.
They stole livestock; burned and looted houses and towns;, and squatted on land that did not belong to them.
State governments joined in this effort to drive Native Americans out of the South.
Several states passed laws limiting Native American sovereignty and rights and encroaching on their territory. In a few cases, such as Cherokee Nation v. Georgia (1831) and Worcester v. Georgia (1832), the U.S. Supreme Court objected to these practices and affirmed that native nations were sovereign nations “in which the laws of Georgia [and other states] can have no force.”
Even so, the maltreatment continued.
As President Andrew Jackson noted in 1832, if no one intended to enforce the Supreme Court’s rulings (which he certainly did not), then the decisions would “[fall]…still born.” Southern states were determined to take ownership of Indian lands and would go to great lengths to secure this territory.
Andrew Jackson had long been an advocate of what he called “Indian removal.”
As an Army general, he had spent years leading brutal campaigns against the Creeks in Georgia and Alabama and the Seminoles in Florida–campaigns that resulted in the transfer of hundreds of thousands of acres of land from Indian nations to white farmers.
As president, he continued this crusade.
In 1830, he signed the Indian Removal Act, which gave the federal government the power to exchange Native-held land in the cotton kingdom east of the Mississippi for land to the west, in the “Indian colonization zone” that the United States had acquired as part of the Louisiana Purchase.
(This “Indian territory” was located in present-day Oklahoma.)
The law required the government to negotiate removal treaties fairly, voluntarily and peacefully: It did not permit the president or anyone else to coerce Native nations into giving up their land.
However, President Jackson and his government frequently ignored the letter of the law and forced Native Americans to vacate lands they had lived on for generations.
In the winter of 1831, under threat of invasion by the U.S. Army, the Choctaw became the first nation to be expelled from its land altogether.
They made the journey to Indian territory on foot (some “bound in chains and marched double file,” one historian writes) and without any food, supplies or other help from the government.
Thousands of people died along the way.
It was, one Choctaw leader told an Alabama newspaper, a “trail of tears and death.”
The Indian-removal process continued. In 1836, the federal government drove the Creeks from their land for the last time: 3,500 of the 15,000 Creeks who set out for Oklahoma did not survive the trip.
The Cherokee people were divided:
What was the best way to handle the government’s determination to get its hands on their territory?
Some wanted to stay and fight.
Others thought it was more pragmatic to agree to leave in exchange for money and other concessions.
In 1835, a few self-appointed representatives of the Cherokee nation negotiated the Treaty of New Echota, which traded all Cherokee land east of the Mississippi for $5 million, relocation assistance and compensation for lost property.
To the federal government, the treaty was a done deal, but many of the Cherokee felt betrayed:
After all, the negotiators did not represent the tribal government or anyone else.
“The instrument in question is not the act of our nation,” wrote the nation’s principal chief, John Ross, in a letter to the U.S. Senate protesting the treaty.
“We are not parties to its covenants; it has not received the sanction of our people.”
Nearly 16,000 Cherokees signed Ross’s petition, but Congress approved the treaty anyway.
By 1838, only about 2,000 Cherokees had left their Georgia homeland for Indian territory. President Martin Van Buren sent General Winfield Scott and 7,000 soldiers to expedite the removal process.
Scott and his troops forced the Cherokee into stockades at bayonet point while whites looted their homes and belongings.
Then, they marched the Indians more than 1,200 miles to Indian territory.
Whooping cough, typhus, dysentery, cholera and starvation were epidemic along the way, and historians estimate that more than 5,000 Cherokee died as a result of the journey.
By 1840, tens of thousands of Native Americans had been driven off of their land in the southeastern states and forced to move across the Mississippi to Indian territory.
The federal government promised that their new land would remain unmolested forever, but as the line of white settlement pushed westward, “Indian country” shrank and shrank.
In 1907, Oklahoma became a state and Indian territory was gone for good.

Trail of Tears

"I saw the helpless Cherokees arrested and dragged from their homes, and driven at the bayonet point into the stockades. And in the chill of a drizzling rain on an October morning I saw them loaded like cattle or sheep into six hundred and forty-five wagons and started toward the west....On the morning of November the 17th we encountered a terrific sleet and snow storm with freezing temperatures and from that day until we reached the end of the fateful journey on March the 26th 1839, the sufferings of the Cherokees were awful. The trail of the exiles was a trail of death. They had to sleep in the wagons and on the ground without fire. And I have known as many as twenty-two of them to die in one night of pneumonia due to ill treatment, cold and exposure..."

Private John G. Burnett, Captain Abraham McClellan's Company, 2nRegiment, 2nd Brigade, Mounted Infantry, Cherokee Indian Removal, 1838-39

1700- Settlers continued to increase their number by birth and by immigration. There wasn’t enough land to go around so the settlers moved ever westward. More land was needed for tobacco plantations, as England demanded ever mote taxes. The Cherokees would leave a hunting territory for a few seasons to allow the wildlife to recover. When they returned they found the forest cut, dozens of cabins, and no wildlife in sight. The Cherokees would try to scare the settlers away, but the settlers had guns. When the settlers won, they called it an Indian war. When the Indians won, the white men called it a massacre.

1750 - The King of England made treaties with the Indians and gave them ‘King’s Grants’ to the land they claimed. The British sent soldiers to protect the boundaries and to regulate the fur trade between the Indians and the colonies. Soldiers took Indian wives and began calling the children after their own family names. Traders and Indian Agents caught smallpox in the settlements and rapidly spread it to the Indians who had no immunity. Within a few short years, the Indian population was reduced to about one-tenth of its original size.
The traders offered guns for furs. The Indians slaughtered hundreds of animals for furs to trade, and when they looked for game to eat, it had been nearly wiped out. The Cherokees would leave an area to let the game recover, and the settlers took this as a sign that the Indians had abandoned the land, and move in.

1775 – During the Revolutionary war, the Cherokees took the side of the British and attacked white settlements in their territory. After the war, many British soldiers decided to stay in the Cherokee Nation with their families. The new American government refused to honor the earlier ‘King’s Grants’ and sent the American Army to force the Cherokees to sign new treaties, which required them to give up more land.

By 1800, the Cherokee Nation had shrunk to less than ¼ of it’s original size. Most Cherokees had retreated to lands in northern Georgia and eastern Tennessee. Many had adopted white ways. The US government and the State of Georgia adopted anti-Indian policies, and used soldiers to enforce the new laws.

1812 – General Andrew Jackson wanted to drive out the Indians, but they were too strong for his army. He settled on a policy of divide and conquer. He started the French and Indian War of 1812 with the help of the Cherokees, they thought that by helping Andy Jackson drive out the Creek Indians, they would be given special treatment and left alone by the whites. Chief Tecumseh, of the Shawnee, tried to unify the remaining Indian Nations in a last ditch stand to resist the white invasion. In 1813, Chief Tecumseh died in battle and his dreams of a unified Indian Nation died with him.

1815 – The US government forced or tricked many Cherokees into signing treaties to trade their lands for land in Arkansas and Oklahoma. About half of the Cherokees left for the New Territories and became known as the Old Settlers.

1828 – Andrew Jackson was elected president, and Gold was discovered in Georgia. The US government was split as to protect the Cherokees land claims, or to let Georgia drive them out. Gold fever swept the south. Miners and get rich quick scam artists invaded Cherokee Territory murdering, raping, and burning. Chief James Vann, a district judge for the Cherokees, captured, tried and hung the criminals. Georgia threatened war over the outrage of Cherokees hanging white men. The Cherokees sent lawyers and statesmen to court to argue their case. The federal government had given them treaties for the land and they should be protected from the citizens and army of Georgia. Georgia governor, George Gilmore stated, “Treaties were a means by which ignorant, intractable, and savage people were induced to yield what Civilized Peoples had a right to possess.”

1830 – The US Supreme Court decided in favor of protecting the Cherokees land rights. President Andrew Jackson defied the Supreme Court and sent the army to Georgia to drive out the Cherokees. Jackson proclaimed, “Justice John Marshall has rendered his decision, now let him enforce it.” President Jackson signed the ‘Indian Removal Act’, which required the forced removal of all Indians east of the Mississippi River to the new ‘vacant’ land obtained in the “Louisiana Purchase, to be guaranteed to the Indian tribes for as long as they shall occupy it”. Between 1830 and 1839, hundreds of Cherokee families fled the district, to Tennessee, Alabama, and North Carolina. Even while these cases were being argued in court, the state of Georgia organized a land lottery to divide up the Cherokee Nation into farms and gold claims.

1831 – The Choctaws were driven from their homes in Alabama, Mississippi and Louisiana. The federal government had agreed to pay to feed and clothe the Indians on their journey, but the money never came.

1836 – The Creeks were driven out at the point of a gun, put in chains and forced-marched by the US Army. Some 3,500 men women and children died of hunger and exposure along the way.

1837 – The Chickasaw loaded their belongings on wagons and headed west. The Seminoles chose to fight. After a long bloody war, the survivors were herded like cattle into any boat that would float and taken across the Gulf of Mexico and up the Mississippi.

1838 – Seven thousand federal troops, under the command of General Winfield Scott, were dispatched to the Cherokee Nation. Without warning, the troops broke down doors and drug people away to stockades. Those that moved too slowly were prodded with bayonets. In October, the Cherokees were herded into wooden stockades with no food, water, blankets, or sanitation. Most of them were barefoot and had no coats or blankets, yet they were forced to cross rivers in sub-zero weather.

They were forced-marched, with army guards, as far north as Indiana, on their way to Oklahoma. Thousands of men, women, and children froze to death, died of starvation and disease. The soldiers forced the Cherokees to abandon their dead at the side of the road. What few pitiful possessions they owned, had to be dropped at the side of the road in order to carry the sick and dying. Soldiers and settlers plundered the ancient Cherokee burial grounds for buried treasure. Family possessions left behind were plundered and burned. Of the 22,000 Cherokees who started this death-march, some 5,500 died on the way. One thousand six hundred Freedmen walked the Trail of Tears along with the rest of Cherokee.

At the plantation of Spring Place, the Georgia Guard threw a burning log onto the stairs to smoke out the people that lived there. The man who had won the house in the Georgia state lottery was there, urging the soldiers on to get ‘those people’ out of ‘his’ house. The Georgia Guard drove the missionaries out of their homes and school nearby, and turned it into a brothel for the army.

The witnesses

A guard (some years later) wrote, “I fought through the War (Civil War), and I saw men shot to pieces and slaughtered by the thousands, but the Cherokee Removal was the cruelest work I ever knew.”

A traveler from Maine wrote “Aging females, apparently nearly ready to drop into the grave, were traveling with heavy burdens attached to their backs – on frozen ground with no covering for their feet except what nature had given them. We learned from the inhabitants of the road where the Indians passed that they buried fourteen or fifteen at each stopping place.”

John G Burnett, a soldier who participated in the Removal wrote, “Men working in fields were arrested and driven into stockades. Women were dragged from their homes, by soldiers whose language they did not understand. Children were separated from their parents and driven into stockades with the sky for a blanket and the earth for a pillow. The old and infirm were prodded with bayonets to hasten them to the stockades. In one home, death had come during the night, a sad faced little child had died and was lying on a bear skin couch and some women were preparing the little boy for burial. All were arrested and driven out, leaving the dead child in the cabin. I don’t know who buried the body.
In another home was a frail mother, apparently a widow and three small children, one just a baby. When told that she must go, the mother gathered the children at her feet, prayed a humble prayer in her native tongue, patted the old family dog on the head, told the faithful creature goodbye, with a baby strapped on her back and leading a child with each hand, started on her exile. But the task was too great for the frail mother. A stroke of heart failure relieved her suffering. She sunk and died with her baby on her back, and her other two children clinging to her hands”

The survivors

Butrick: Butrick crossed the Ohio on Dec. 15, 1838, he didn't see the Mississippi River until Jan. 25. Even then, it took three more weeks to get all the people in his contingent crossed. From the time the first contingent crossed the Ohio in November to the last part of Butrick's group in February, The Cherokees spent three months in Southern Illinois.
According to Butrick's diary, by Dec. 29, 1838, the detachments were spread out across the region. "One detachment stopped at the Ohio River, two at the Mississippi, one four miles this side, one 16 miles this side, one 18 miles, and one 13 miles behind us. In all these detachments, comprising about 8,000 souls, there is now a vast amount of sickness, and many deaths," wrote Butrick who himself was suffering from fever and a cough.

Quatie Ross: Although suffering from a cold, Quatie Ross, the Chief John Ross wife, gave her only blanket to a child. "Long time we travel on way to new land. People feel bad when they leave Old Nation. Women cry and make sad wails, Children cry and many men cry...but they say nothing and just put heads down and keep on go towards West. Many days pass and people die very much." She died of pneumonia at Little Rock. Some drank stagnant water and succumbed to disease. One survivor told how his father got sick and died; then, his mother; then, one by one, his five brothers and sisters. "One each day. Then all are gone."

Samuel Cloud: Samuel Cloud turned 9 years old on the Trail of Tears. Samuel's Memory is told by his great-great grandson, Micheal Rutledge, in his paper Forgiveness in the Age of Forgetfulness. Micheal, a citizen of the Cherokee Nation of Oklahoma, is a law student at Arizona State University.

It is Spring. The leaves are on the trees. I am playing with my friends when white men in uniforms ride up to our home. My mother calls me. I can tell by her voice that something is wrong. Some of the men ride off. My mother tells me to gather my things, but the men don't allow us time to get anything. They enter our home and begin knocking over pottery and looking into everything. My mother and I are taken by several men to where their horses are and are held there at gun point. The men who rode off return with my father, Elijah. They have taken his rifle and he is walking toward us.
I can feel his anger and frustration. There is nothing he can do. From my mother I feel fear. I am filled with fear, too. What is going on? I was just playing, but now my family and my friends' families are gathered together and told to walk at the point of a bayonet.
We walk a long ways. My mother does not let me get far from her. My father is walking by the other men, talking in low, angry tones. The soldiers look weary, as though they'd rather be anywhere else but here.

They lead us to a stockade. They herd us into this pen like we are cattle. No one was given time to gather any possessions. The nights are still cold in the mountains and we do not have enough blankets to go around. My mother holds me at night to keep me warm. That is the only time I feel safe. I feel her pull me to her tightly. I feel her warm breath in my hair. I feel her softness as I fall asleep at night.

As the days pass, more and more of our people are herded into the stockade. I see other members of my clan. We children try to play, but the elders around us are anxious and we do not know what to think. I often sit and watch the others around me. I observe the guards. I try not to think about my hunger. I am cold.

Several months have passed and still we are in the stockades. My father looks tired. He talks with the other men, but no one seems to know what to do or what is going to happen. We hear that white men have moved into our homes and are farming our fields. What will happen to us? We are to march west to join the Western Cherokees. I don't want to leave these mountains.
My mother, my aunts and uncles take me aside one day. "Your father died last night," they tell me. My mother and my father's clan members are crying, but I do not understand what this means. I saw him yesterday. He was sick, but still alive. It doesn't seem real. Nothing seems real. I don't know what any of this means. It seems like yesterday, I was playing with my friends.
It is now Fall. It seems like forever since I was clean. The stockade is nothing but mud. In the morning it is stiff with frost. By mid-afternoon, it is soft and we are all covered in it. The soldiers suddenly tell us we are to follow them. We are led out of the stockade. The guards all have guns and are watching us closely. We walk. My mother keeps me close to her. I am allowed to walk with my uncle or an aunt, occasionally.

We walk across the frozen earth. Nothing seems right anymore. The cold seeps through my clothes. I wish I had my blanket. I remember last winter I had a blanket, when I was warm. I don't feel like I'll ever be warm again. I remember my father's smile. It seems like so long ago.
We walked for many days. I don't know how long it has been since we left our home, but the mountains are behind us. Each day, we start walking a little later. They bury the dead in shallow graves, because the ground is frozen. As we walk past white towns, the whites come out to watch us pass. No words are spoken to them. No words are said to us. Still, I wish they would stop staring. I wish it were them walking in this misery and I were watching them. It is because of them that we are walking. I don't understand why, but I know that much. They made us leave our homes. They made us walk to this new place we are heading in the middle of winter. I do not like these people. Still, they stare at me as I walk past.

My mother is coughing now. She looks worn. Her hands and face are burning hot. My aunts and uncles try to take care of me, so she can get better. I don't want to leave her alone. I just want to sit with her. I want her to stroke my hair, like she used to do. My aunts try to get me to sleep by them, but at night, I creep to her side. She coughs and it wracks her whole body. When she feels me by her side, she opens her blanket and lets me in. I nestle against her feverish body. I can make it another day, I know, because she is here.

When I went to sleep last night, my mother was hot and coughing worse than usual. When I woke up, she was cold. I tried to wake her up, but she lay there. The soft warmth she once was, she is no more. I kept touching her, as hot tears stream down my face. She couldn't leave me. She wouldn't leave me.

I hear myself call her name, softly, then louder. She does not answer. My aunt and uncle come over to me to see what is wrong. My aunt looks at my mother. My uncle pulls me from her. My aunt begins to wail. I will never forget that wail. I did not understand when my father died. My mother's death I do not understand, but I suddenly know that I am alone. My clan will take care of me, but I will be forever denied her warmth, the soft fingers in my hair, her gentle breath as we slept. I am alone. I want to cry. I want to scream in rage. I can do nothing.

We bury her in a shallow grave by the road. I will never forget that lonesome hill of stone that is her final bed, as it fades from my sight. I tread softly by my uncle, my hand in his. I walk with my head turned, watching that small hill as it fades from my sight. The soldiers make us continue walking. My uncle talks to me, trying to comfort me. I walk in loneliness.

I know what it is to hate. I hate those white soldiers who took us from our home. I hate the soldiers who make us keep walking through the snow and ice toward this new home that none of us ever wanted. I hate the people who killed my father and mother.

I hate the white people who lined the roads in their woolen clothes that kept them warm, watching us pass. None of those white people are here to say they are sorry that I am alone. None of them care about me or my people. All they ever saw was the color of our skin. All I see is the color of theirs and I hate them.
There were ten million Native Americans on this continent when the first non-Indians arrived. Over the next 300 years, 90% of all Native American original population was either wiped out by disease, famine, or warfare imported by the whites.
By 1840 all the eastern tribes had been subdued, annihilated or forcibly removed to Indian Territory west of the Mississippi.
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2023.05.26 22:27 Dramatic-Succotash62 Small Engine Knowledge?

I bought a wood chipper that ran at the guys house. Brought it home and I can’t get it to stay running for more than a minute without stalling out.
Anybody out here available to take a look?
I replaced the carburetor but unfortunately don’t have any experience with these engines.
Can pay with wood chips or beer.
MTD Yard Machine w/ 10hp Tecumseh engine
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2023.05.25 17:28 Shiver_with_antici First Venture into Poly OLD - FEELD Profile Review Please

I just so happened to stumble across all my past poly partners in the wild, but I'm at a point now where I'd like to actively put effort into dating/seeking new connections. I haven't used an online dating platform in more than a decade, so I'm looking for input on what I've drafted so far to bring it into the 2020's. I think it's wordy, but I don't know what I should cut out that won't lose the messages I'm trying to convey. Thanks in advance all!!
Draft FEELD profile:
I'm solo poly, and emotionally available to develop deep connections and relationships. I'm looking for a poly guy I connect with emotionally, romantically and sexually. I consider myself new-ish to poly having only had a couple of poly relationships, so I am actively working on my communication and knowledge.
I come complete with intermediate-level adulting skills including a work-life balanced career, live on my own, a variety of solid friendships, fulfilling hobbies, and an appetite for exploration. I'm childfree and not interested in having kids of my own.
In warm weather I hike, hide in air conditioned coffee shops playing board games, day trip to scenic locales, fish, pick away at house projects and lawn mowing while cursing the weeds in my gardens, periodically create glass art and scuba dive.
In cold weather I'm found on the ice curling, fussing over my uncooperative snow blower, and hiding in heated coffee shops playing board games.
I like to feed the ones I care about year-round, most often with cheese and meaty dishes.
Submissive, sensual bottom who occasionally dabbles in masochism and shibari.
Lightly nerdy in my own way. Not a huge watcher of tv and movies, but my current project is working through and studying up on Star Trek and Star Wars in depth to decide once and for all which camp I fall into. Stargate is presently in the lead.
Quadruple vaxxed, regularly STI tested. Non-smoker, not a frequent drinker or 420 partaker.
Desires: Dates, kink, poly, bdsm, bondage, solo poly, open to LTR
Interests: Curling, coffee, cheese, making stuff, eating stuff, hiking, kink, local parks, impact play, nature, shibari, travel
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2023.05.25 10:48 jonilajono The Most Useful Attachments to Use with the Bobcat Hired By You

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2023.05.25 04:24 galjer10n My tractor family

My tractor family
Just some of my toys for around my homestead/hobby farm. We love playing outside with our these machines! Wish I had more land to do more on!
2023 Mahindra 2638 2010 Mahindra 2216 1930s(?) Ford 9n 1980's bolens eliminator 1400 ( with front mount snow blower and rear mount tiller )
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2023.05.25 00:37 comicidiot Heisenberg LawnMeister IP Dispute

Heisenberg LawnMeister IP Dispute

Kickstarter Campaign Page
LawnMeister launched on February 28th. While the product shared similarities to Yarbo, they deviated quite heavily on price. Almost a month after a successful campaign, LawnMeister is the focus of an IP dispute per a Kickstarter email to backers sent out today. Heisenberg's Lawn Meister was slated for an August 2023 delivery, though Yarbo backers are all too familiar with lack of communication, delays and missed deadlines.
Kickstarter Email
It’s currently unclear where the dispute has originated from but an online search shows a small business with a similar name that operated from 2004 to 2012, using the owners last name. The business owner opened up a different business a year later using his last name once again, though not in yard care.
I did find other search results that seem to have indexed an advertisement on page 20 of a digitized newspaper from 2013. This is in Wisconsin while the Lawn Meister company above was out of Oklahoma. Searches for the Wisconsin phone number turn up no further results.
I was able to find two trademarks for Lawn Meister, and surprisingly one of them lists “Snow Blower” as a goods and service under the trademark; looks like Yarbo could have some multi-season competition if LawnMeister is able to put this dispute behind them. I am unable to directly link to results, or searches, so here's a link to the US Trademark Search system.
Other backers have had with similar projects end up with disputes and backers are not likely to get refunds from the project creator, mostly because Kickstarter is not a store but a marketplace to fund ideas. If those ideas fail, even if “guaranteed”, that’s not Kickstarters problem.
Though Intellectual Property can be more than just a copyrighted name, it can be:
  • Design
  • Function
  • Patents
  • Etc
The above companies may have nothing to do with this dispute as it could be a patent Heisenberg didn’t license properly. If more develops I'll be sure to update.
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2023.05.24 04:42 curveswithmoves Top Best Oil For Snow Blowers Of 2023: 10 Best Picks Reviewed

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2023.05.23 23:16 jbittn028 Calvin can sure shovel it...

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2023.05.23 22:02 Sir-Paperbag My Best Friend Is A Deathworlder - Part 44: On The Road

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MBFD Part 44 - On The Road

Fredrick and Kro’gnuar race across the vast plains of white, with clear skies above and the rhythmic hum of both jet engines and the massive electric blowers to keep them company.
When he first saw this giant monstrosity born of metal and a healthy dose of redneck-engineering, Fredrick didn’t expect it to be this fast.The lack of any real points of reference may belie the actual speeds they are hurtling themselves across the packed snow, but the whole vehicle creaks and shakes when they cross any surface irregularities.
He would like to claim he has gotten used to it by now, but he has not.
The way the Scraploader’s frame shudders from those tiny impacts simply feels wrong to him.
Kro’gnuar, on the other hand, could not seem more carefree and relaxed than he does right now.
Sure, he might be kind of hard to read to begin with, but Fredrick is 100% sure that the probably-more-crazy-than-initially-assumed reptilian is actually bored right now.
“So... what is plan when we arrive?” Fredrick speaks up, trying to distract himself from his queasiness.
Kro’gnuar keeps looking ahead, smart enough, or simply not bothering, to face him.
“Glad you mention it, I wanted to ask you for your opinion on my idea.”
“Sure, go in front.”
“As you probably already know, I had to spend some money to get the coordinates and the rights to that wreck - and the thing about your, what was it, pohd?”
“Yup.” Fredrick nods.
“Your pohd, then- I would like to scrap it.”
“Okay.” Fredrick shrugs nonchalantly, his eyes slowly wandering back to the vast plains outside.
That baffles the old reptilian.
“Really?” he asks him, not sure if he heard him right.
“Yeah, not much useful for me, right?” he laughs “You can have. But I want few thing from inside.”
“That sounds good to me.” Kro’gnuar rumbles contentedly.
“Then it official.” Fredrick nods, holding out his right hand.
Still focused on driving, Kro’gnuar takes a moment to notice him doing so.After spotting it, he glances back and forth between the way ahead and the outstretched grasper.
“Fredrik? What are you doing?” he asks him, a bit perplexed.
“I am hitting a trade with you. Give me claw.”
“A trade? Why would you need my claw for that?”
"I will show you. Take my hand in claw.”
“Like that?” Kro’gnuar asks him, awkwardly reaching out next to him and taking the comparatively tiny grasper with his claw while still keeping his eyes peeled on the horizon.
“Perfect.” Fredrick agrees, weirdly enthusiastic about the gesture “And now we shake hend.”
Kro’gnuar does not understand the meaning of the truly alien gesture they are doing, but he is honestly surprised by Fredrick’s strength. The grip on his finger is much firmer than he expected from such a bony and fragile looking ‘hand’, and the lemurian does not seem to be lacking strength in his arms either.
Fredrick scoots back into his seat after they are done shaking hend, nodding to himself.
“Now deal is made, cannot undone.” he explains to him.
“Because we shook claws?”
Kro'gnuar ponders for a moment while the whole vehicle shakes again as it hits another snowdrift, lifting both of them ever so slightly out of their seats.
“You are a weird people.” he finally states.
We get that a lot.” Fredrick thinks aloud in English, staring out of the window, his breath fogging up the window “But weird is good, right? Weird is not boring.”
Kro’gnuar chuckles “That certainly is true.”
It gets quiet again, both of them keeping a comfortable silence.
Kro’gnuar simply keeps following the instructions of the navigation computer and Fredrick stares out into the near endless expanses of ice and snow, a thoughtful look on his face.
After a while, neither of them sure whether it has been mere minutes or hours since they last talked, Kro’gnuar ‘gently taps’ the Nav-comp to get rid of some weird static on its screen, snapping Fredrick out of his thoughts.
“Hey, Krownuar?” Fredrick breaks the silence, something weighing on his mind.
“I do not know if thing is okay of me to say, but Kirri tell me you are warrior. Is true?” he cautiously asks.
<[It seems she has already told him, then. Interesting.]>
He would have thought it would take her a good bit longer.
“Yes.” he responds with a tangible weight to his answer.
It gets silent again for a few moments.
“Are you scared when fight?” the young man suddenly asks him, his wavering voice betraying his calm exterior.
“Scared, me?” Kro’gnuar thinks aloud, humming in thought. “I would say so, yes.”
“Really?!” Fredrick exclaims, scrambling to get up into a proper seating position as he turns to the old man.
“Of course I do. Everyone is scared of fighting.” he chuckles “Even me.”
After a moment of silence from Frederick, Kro’gnuar picks the conversation back up.
“Why did you ask? Is there something on your mind?”
“Oh, I just, you know...”
The old warrior grins slyly, momentarily closing his eyes. Knowingly.
“This is about your time out in the Beastlands, is it not?”
“... Yeah.” Fredrick replies in a whisper.
“Sorry, I did not hear that. What?” Kro’gnuar lies.
“Yeah.” Fredrick repeats himself, this time loud and clearly.
“I see.” Kro’gnuar nods sagely “And you think that is a bad thing, yes?”
“Is not?”
“I would not say so, no.”
“As I already said- everyone is scared of fighting.” he emphasizes “There are a few too prideful or ashamed to admit it, of course, confusing their actions with courage.An empty attempt at bravado, if you ask me.You, on the other hand? You are truly strong of heart.”
He knows the look Fredrick is giving him right now, causing him to explain further.
“In that moment, you did not only fight against that beast, but also your own fear. At the same time.You won against both of them, Fredrik. You can be proud of that.”
His words hit right where they were aimed at, and Fredrick turns his face away from Kro’gnuar, his eyes watering from looking at all the snow.
“Thank you very lot.” he thanks him sincerely after a moment of silence.
“No problem. The time of fighting is behind you, now comes the time for healing. Trust me.I have known plenty of brothers with fight-sickness.”
Looking back to the far horizon, Kro’gnuar is able to spot something looking awfully similar to what they are looking for.
“I think we have arrived at our destination.” he announces, pulling the yoke closer, slowing the vehicle down.
"Guess who's back, back again?" -Confuzius, 57AD
It's way too late into the evening and I'm dead tired from work, I basically have to wrestle with all of my five still funtional brain cells just to write this little note.
Reddit is still acting up btw, and apparently some (or all) of you don't get notified when I upload a chapter? Things have been weird these past weeks.
Oh, and I messed up the title of the last chapter, using the abbreviated form instead of the whole name. Oopsie. "^__^
Gonna go to sleep now. zZZ
-Paperbag out.
Fun science fact #33: Depending on which hemisphere of Earth you are on, water will go down the drain either clockwise, or counter-clockwise.
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2023.05.23 15:44 HedgeFundManager647 Calvin can sure shovel it...

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2023.05.23 09:30 Salt-Cheesecake9832 Professional Snow Removal Services in Billings MT

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2023.05.23 05:13 curveswithmoves The 10 Best Snow Blower For Wet Heavy Snow Of 2023: Our Review And Comparison

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2023.05.22 23:59 enoutnos Assuming everything works, is this a good deal?

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2023.05.22 20:19 poussaywashington Would it kill my mother to be proud of me?

I (25f) have 2 kids of my own, I became a mother at 14. My Nmom and Edad have been abusive, manipulative, and negligent of me my entire life.
Against all odds having been a teen mom and a high school drop out (just like them) I managed to make something of myself.
I spent 4 years saving up every extra penny I had, hiding it from my mom (my dad's advice,told me if she knew I had money she'd steal it or find a way to make it hers) while paying rent to them and buying all the groceries for the house as a thank you for letting me and my kids live here.
I managed to save up almost $20,000 by myself, without my mom knowing. My boyfriend and I decided to buy a house. My mom was in obvious shock as she thought I was broke.
The house we bought is nothing special, it's definitely a "starter house" but it has 3 bedrooms so it's perfect for our family of 4. It's 1600 Sq ft so it's spacious. (It is bigger than my parents house of 1200sq ft)
Since buying it and living here for over a year now, my mom constantly has nasty things to say about it. My parents lent us a snow blower in November (it was broken, never worked) they were supposed to come get it within a week. I finally put my foot down and said they need to come get it out of my driveway or I'll have to put it to the curb bc it's been an eye soar for 6+ months now. I don't have a garage otherwise I wouldn't care. My mom made a snarky comment saying she was "surprised nobody wandered up by now and took it"
This isn't the first time she's implied that I live in a shitty neighborhood.(which is literally 10 minutes from her) when I first moved in, her and my dad came over. My dad, boyfriend and I were having a nice chat discussing the house and within 2 minutes of them being at our home, my mom interrupted and said "oh honey we should go, I left my purse out in the car I don't want anyone to steal it" then quickly left.
Another time, my sister was at my house and while she was outside, an ambulance showed up for the house across the street. They came out with my elderly neighbor helping her walk to the ambulance. My sister told my mom what happened, and it translated to my neighbor being a drug addicted pill seeker for calling an ambulance.
You'd think they'd be proud of me for buying a decent house in a good neighborhood at 24 years old despite them teaching me nothing. I want to go NC soooo bad but my kids love them, and my mom loves to weaponize them. I wish I had normal parents
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2023.05.22 04:49 curveswithmoves Top 7 Best Small Snow Blowers Of 2023: Which Is Right For You? Our Review.

Get the best value for your money with our reviews and comparisons of the top Best Small Snow Blowers of 2023. Our experts have evaluated the top 7 picks to help you find the perfect option for your budget.
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2023.05.21 04:23 flyart This old Atheist loves helping people because it feels good not because my good works will matter to a god.

My Dad worked his ass off for the church. He was poor, had 8 kids, a calling and was always helping out his neighbors, especially his home teaching assignments. He was rarely home and when he was he was working or sleeping. I think this is partially to blame for his early demise.
I love helping my neighbors and community because it makes me feel good. Just a couple of examples. This last winter was brutal in Montana. My 2 neighbors would have been snowed in at least twice if I hadn't fired up the snow blower. I recently figured out that my one neighbor's husband had left her. Her yard was a disaster, so I spent 6 hours today trimming, weeding and mowing and setting up her sprinkler system. There are a lot of other things I do, but I do them because it's the right thing to do, not because of an assignment or an eternal reward. I invite all of you to partake. Return and report.
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