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...pouring vessel heavily inlaid with carved golden animals. One of the creatures has a human body, with a bird's wings and two animal heads. In its outstretched arms it holds two winged lions. On another part of the vessel a golden lion attacks a golden deer, Dr. Negahban suspects that these symbols are religious...
...plum pudding and frosty trees. In the German immigrant towns of Wisconsin, the old men drank cognac and Löwenbräu and listened damp-eyed to old recordings of long-gone Rhineland carillons. In Georgia, the holiday mornings began with bacon, eggs, red-eye gravy, biscuits, grits, deer sausage, fried catfish, cornbread, buttermilk, waffles, French toast, hotcakes and heaps of fruit. In the afternoon the womenfolk gathered in the big kitchen to prepare scalloped oysters and smoked turkey, fried chicken and black-eyed peas (cooked 24 hours), pot roast and cracklin' bread. The men strolled outside with...
...world of childhood has been wonderfully pacified and cleaned up since he first heard those Grimm stories or Gulliver made his horrible travels. In The Happy Hunter (Lothrop, Lee & Shepard; $2.75), for example, Roger Duvoisin writes and draws about a Mr. Bobbin, a hunter who never shot any foxes, deer, raccoons, woodchucks, squirrel or quail. Duvoisin has the blessing of the Christian Science Monitor on the book's blurb, but it is going to be a traumatic moment for the Duvoisin reader when he graduates to Gunsmoke and learns that people shoot not only animals but other people. Then...
Despite the swarming hunters, there are so many deer (in some areas 30 per sq. mi.) that there are roughly only three hunters for every legal buck (one with antlers at least 3 in. long). All are looking for the "big horse," a stag weighing over 200 Ibs. with a ten-point rack...
...deer season lasts for eight days; in the first four, Wisconsin counted four hunters dead of gunshot wounds, six of heart attacks. At season's end, the hunters and their red shirts disappear abruptly from Hurley's streets, vanishing southward into workaday anonymity. The girls drift away, and Hurley reverts to its somnolent tween-season existence as an iron-mining town...