<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476859506565534034</id><updated>2024-09-28T13:00:45.221-07:00</updated><category term="book"/><category term="homeschool"/><category term="larkin"/><category term="reviews"/><category term="sunlight"/><category term="Moccasin Trail"/><category term="Sing Down the Moon"/><category term="William Wilberforce God&#39;s Politician"/><category term="american history.sunlight"/><category term="blog"/><category term="larkins blog"/><category term="the perilous road reviews"/><category term="Old yeller"/><title type='text'>larkin&#39;s blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Larkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524399237117941016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>15</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476859506565534034.post-1283044180969327847</id><published>2010-04-30T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T10:23:34.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Helen Keller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51kSkpLfxIL._SL500_.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 500px;&quot; src=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51kSkpLfxIL._SL500_.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                               3/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Helen Keller grew up blind, she a had fever when she was a baby and she lost her sight and hearing.Helen did whatever she wanted as a child that is until her parents got a teacher for the blind and deaf her name was Annie Sullivan. annie decided to teach her what the things she touch meant. after Hellen learns annie takes her to the school for the blind and deaf Hellen liked to read the raised letter and braille books at the school . Helen grew up to be a fine lady, she attended collage. on october 19 1936 Annie Sullivan died Helen said a part of her heart died that day too . in 1938 helen was asked to visit world war 2 infantry that has been deafened and blinded. Helen grew old and weak, she returned to home. Every morning at 5 she got up to make breakfast and take a walk around her land, there was wires around the land so she could get home. on june 1 1968 she died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;end&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/feeds/1283044180969327847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/04/helen-keller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/1283044180969327847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/1283044180969327847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/04/helen-keller.html' title='Helen Keller'/><author><name>Larkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524399237117941016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476859506565534034.post-2488786548816322044</id><published>2010-04-27T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T11:23:01.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Terrible Wave</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.conferencecart.com/jaha/images/items/B012.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 232px;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.conferencecart.com/jaha/images/items/B012.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;          4/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this book is about megan maxwell. the daughter of a wealthy general store owner.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Megan and her brother were sitting in the attic watching it rain, Suddenly it starts flooding all over, Her dad runs home from work to get every one to the biggest hill in town. but Megan cant make it. She is swept away with the current on a bed mattress, Megan is saved from drowning by a old man, after regaining her senses she is in a cabin at a house where all the refuges are staying. she and some other people go to look for family and friends, she looks every where and even goes as far as climbing in a upside down house. finaly she finds her family and they start to rebuild the whole town.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;END&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/feeds/2488786548816322044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/04/terrible-wave.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/2488786548816322044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/2488786548816322044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/04/terrible-wave.html' title='The Terrible Wave'/><author><name>Larkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524399237117941016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476859506565534034.post-939514783369103939</id><published>2010-04-26T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T10:21:15.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the monitor and the merrimac</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51FPwr69yPL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;&quot; src=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51FPwr69yPL._BO2,204,203,200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click,TopRight,35,-76_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                5/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this book was about the two &quot;iron clad&quot; ships of the civil war&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first ship was the merrimac a confederate iron clad and had guns on both sides.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the second was the moniter and had 1 gun on a turret that swiveled and could shoot anywhere.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;these ships were to fight like gladiators in an arena. in the end the moniter with less to shoot , won!.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;end&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/feeds/939514783369103939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/04/55-this-book-was-about-two-iron-clad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/939514783369103939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/939514783369103939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/04/55-this-book-was-about-two-iron-clad.html' title='the monitor and the merrimac'/><author><name>Larkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524399237117941016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476859506565534034.post-7483242199957577688</id><published>2010-04-26T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T12:19:05.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The story of Thomas Alva Edison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0590424033.01._SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 140px; height: 213px;&quot; src=&quot;http://images.amazon.com/images/P/0590424033.01._SX140_SY225_SCLZZZZZZZ_.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;           4/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book was a great read!, The story about the phonograph, light bulb and the projector. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;he was semi-deaf. He wasnt always so smart, As a kid thomas asked alot of questions and he never went to school after age 7.  After working most of his childhood he bought a factory, Not the kind that produces things in mass quantities, His kind of factory was the kind that invented stuff, he invented as said before the Phonograph, Light bulb and the Projector, in his later years his original factory burned down but he still built a new one at 67 years of age. now tom was 84 years old. he knew he was dying and retired, news reporters didnt bother mr Edison, but Edison&#39;s wife told them that she would turn his bedroom light off when he died. In the morning of October 18, 1931, His light went out.&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/feeds/7483242199957577688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/04/story-of-thomas-alva-edison.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/7483242199957577688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/7483242199957577688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/04/story-of-thomas-alva-edison.html' title='The story of Thomas Alva Edison'/><author><name>Larkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524399237117941016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476859506565534034.post-596932244954958367</id><published>2010-02-10T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T18:28:48.554-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Old yeller"/><title type='text'>Old Yeller</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://www.aasd.k12.wi.us/staff/boldtkatherine/images/oldyeller.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 648px;&quot; src=&quot;http://www.aasd.k12.wi.us/staff/boldtkatherine/images/oldyeller.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                         4/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is about a dog named Old yeller and a boy named Travis, And they live in the texas frontier. We start with his dad leaving for a cattle drive to Abilene, Kansas, With his dad gone Travis has to look after the corn crop and the cows, But most of all his mom and little brother. One day Travis finds a stray old &quot;yeller&quot; dog. His younger brother keeps him and names him &quot;old yeller&quot;. The dog was a great help for Travis with keeping vermin away from the corn at night, One day they find that drought has brought rabies to wolfs,cows,dogs,bulls, many animals. They have a milking cow and a bull that has rabies so they shoot them and burn their bodies. one night they find their dog fighting a wolf that has rabies, Travis shoots the wolf but the dog gets bitten and contracts rabies, In the end Travis has to shoot the dog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the end&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/feeds/596932244954958367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/02/old-yeller.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/596932244954958367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/596932244954958367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/02/old-yeller.html' title='Old Yeller'/><author><name>Larkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524399237117941016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476859506565534034.post-3800919133428858977</id><published>2010-02-01T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T11:20:22.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shades Of Gray</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://ebooks-imgs.connect.com/product/400/000/000/000/000/092/509/400000000000000092509_s4.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 500px;&quot; src=&quot;http://ebooks-imgs.connect.com/product/400/000/000/000/000/092/509/400000000000000092509_s4.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                4/5&lt;br /&gt;This book is about a boy name Will Page. Will Page is orphaned at a young age and goes to his aunt and uncle&#39;s house. His uncle refused to fight in the war and Will hates him for that. As Will gains more respect for the decision his uncle made. he gets a letter from a friend saying that he wanted him to live with them, Will makes a hard decision whether to stay at his aunt and uncle&#39;s or go and live with his friend. In the end Will decided to stay at his aunt&#39;s.&lt;br /&gt;The end</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/feeds/3800919133428858977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/02/shades-of-gray.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/3800919133428858977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/3800919133428858977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/02/shades-of-gray.html' title='Shades Of Gray'/><author><name>Larkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524399237117941016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476859506565534034.post-7552850826511836253</id><published>2010-01-26T09:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T09:19:40.686-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="american history.sunlight"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homeschool"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="larkin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="larkins blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moccasin Trail"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sing Down the Moon"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sunlight"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the perilous road reviews"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="William Wilberforce God&#39;s Politician"/><title type='text'>Turn Homeward, Hannale</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Z5DFXBFHL.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 475px;&quot; src=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Z5DFXBFHL.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                              3/4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is about a young girl named Hannale.Hannale is a bobin girl at a mill in Roswell,Georgia. One day the yankee army comes and takes all the mill workers on a train to be sold as workers as mill hands,maids and farm workers. Hannale makes a plan to get back to Georgia. Hannale earns 3 dollars a month working as a maid, She saves it all for getting back home. After she gets 9 dollars she uses it do run buy a train ticket to Nashvile, from Nashvile she walks all the way to Georgia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is not all but some of this good book,it is very interesting.  &lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/feeds/7552850826511836253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/01/turn-homeward-hannale.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/7552850826511836253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/7552850826511836253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/01/turn-homeward-hannale.html' title='Turn Homeward, Hannale'/><author><name>Larkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524399237117941016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476859506565534034.post-8926350806785934047</id><published>2010-01-07T16:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T09:04:31.462-08:00</updated><title type='text'>behind rebel lines</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51CCCXHATNL.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 305px; height: 475px;&quot; src=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51CCCXHATNL.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;This Story is about a girl name emma edmonds. emma was a canadian girl, she moved to flint Michigan.She cut her hair short and joined the union army under the name of Franklin Thompson as a nurse.Asked to go on a special mission for the union. she disguised herself as a slave and worked to build walls and quaker cannons (fake wooden cannons)she too notes and put them in her shoe and ran back to the headquarters.Days later she is asked again to go behind rebel lines this time as a irish peddler she found out about the plans and that a trader was actually a spy for the rebel army, relaying this after relaying this to McClellan she goes back to be a nurse.The next time she has to go spying she goes as a slave but as a woman.She finds that they are planning a attack and tells McClellan. after this she becomes sick and after the union declines leave she runs away Franklin Thopson in declared AWOL.After the war she goes to court to receive a veteran pension of 11 dollars a month.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;the end &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/feeds/8926350806785934047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/01/behind-rebel-lines.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/8926350806785934047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/8926350806785934047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/01/behind-rebel-lines.html' title='behind rebel lines'/><author><name>Larkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524399237117941016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476859506565534034.post-1370957494187442885</id><published>2010-01-07T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T15:58:07.022-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="american history.sunlight"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homeschool"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="larkin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="larkins blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moccasin Trail"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sing Down the Moon"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sunlight"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="the perilous road reviews"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="William Wilberforce God&#39;s Politician"/><title type='text'>The Perilous Road</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://images.contentreserve.com/ImageType-100/0482-1/%7B18A1F01D-2DD0-4B10-99EF-5CCFE56C53E9%7DImg100.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 500px;&quot; src=&quot;http://images.contentreserve.com/ImageType-100/0482-1/%7B18A1F01D-2DD0-4B10-99EF-5CCFE56C53E9%7DImg100.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                                        3/5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This book is about a young boy named chris,Chris lives in the tennessee woods with his family.chris becomes a &quot;spy&quot; for the confederate army and tells his friend Silas about a wagon train and his brother was a wagon driver for the rebels, after telling Silas about this Silas leaves &quot;to tell the confederates&quot;. After telling Silas Chris goes to see if his brother.he keeps asking every one he see if they know his brother but they all say no.He ends up falling asleep and waking up to a battle, he starts to run home when a confederate soldier calls out to him for help and after talking to him he finds out that his brother would still be in training.after getting come he finds out that Silas isnt a spy but was playing a trick on Chris. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The End&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/feeds/1370957494187442885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/01/perilous-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/1370957494187442885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/1370957494187442885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2010/01/perilous-road.html' title='The Perilous Road'/><author><name>Larkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524399237117941016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476859506565534034.post-4880113182381024604</id><published>2009-11-25T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T12:01:42.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Freedom Train: The Story of Harriet Tubman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51DZ5WGKC7L._SS500_.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 500px; height: 500px;&quot; src=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51DZ5WGKC7L._SS500_.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                   3/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style=&quot;text-align: left;&quot;&gt;   Harriet Tubman was a southern slave, her destiny to work the rest of her life. This all changed when she ran away on the underground railroad, run by Quakers and fellow freed slaves. She walked by night and slept in the day. After reaching the north, she goes back to the south to save her fellow slaves. She saves her family, and then she joins the military fight against the southern&lt;br /&gt;army. She survived the war and died of old age in 1913.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/feeds/4880113182381024604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2009/11/freedom-train-story-of-harriet-tubman.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/4880113182381024604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/4880113182381024604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2009/11/freedom-train-story-of-harriet-tubman.html' title='Freedom Train: The Story of Harriet Tubman'/><author><name>Larkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524399237117941016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476859506565534034.post-4838456310310281070</id><published>2009-10-02T13:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T14:16:25.054-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="american history.sunlight"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homeschool"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="larkins blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Moccasin Trail"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews"/><title type='text'>Moccasin Trail</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB1JQs92W-2cpT9wA0uEdFFtXlapl0RfTerSCCbZsf31jO37PAJfqQwUk_XbMz_1ziYZbmuxKhT669pD8V3J92nkKkJX1cTPpM1JkBN4n5IhKlgi4WtyYiiaZRhwRj2CqJ8kW7_v1OfVOS/s1600-h/mt.jpeg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB1JQs92W-2cpT9wA0uEdFFtXlapl0RfTerSCCbZsf31jO37PAJfqQwUk_XbMz_1ziYZbmuxKhT669pD8V3J92nkKkJX1cTPpM1JkBN4n5IhKlgi4WtyYiiaZRhwRj2CqJ8kW7_v1OfVOS/s320/mt.jpeg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388099678466256418&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                     5/5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is about a boy who ran away from home as a young boy to be a trapper like his uncle .&lt;br /&gt;He was mauled by a bear very badly and was taken in by the crows so he spent 6 years as a Indian.he went back to trapping beaver.One day he got a letter but he could not read it because he had forgotten how to.So he went to a town to find help,he had someone who knew his uncle t0 read it to him,it said that his younger brother needed help.So he went to find his brother,his brother said he needed his help for claiming land in Oregon  (he wasn&#39;t 18).He helped him.While in Oregon he struggled whether he really a Indian or a white man,in the end he decided he was white.&lt;br /&gt;THE END&lt;br /&gt;this book was a great read and i recommend this to everyone</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/feeds/4838456310310281070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2009/10/moccasin-trail.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/4838456310310281070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/4838456310310281070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2009/10/moccasin-trail.html' title='Moccasin Trail'/><author><name>Larkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524399237117941016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhB1JQs92W-2cpT9wA0uEdFFtXlapl0RfTerSCCbZsf31jO37PAJfqQwUk_XbMz_1ziYZbmuxKhT669pD8V3J92nkKkJX1cTPpM1JkBN4n5IhKlgi4WtyYiiaZRhwRj2CqJ8kW7_v1OfVOS/s72-c/mt.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476859506565534034.post-1956627769414087284</id><published>2009-09-21T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:34:19.044-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="blog"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homeschool"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="larkin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sunlight"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="William Wilberforce God&#39;s Politician"/><title type='text'>William Wilberforce God&#39;s Politician</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWNLSJaUMNkrVxYGn5lvRjfYH1jDJDiM91humheeGjgOCzUJYjyN77D1v4In8_H6G_bV8wN27IM6qXGTN7rP0I8SX_84cGFgKt0XqR1VLQ8E3up-KxIDfO2WLYADDd0LfVlzg2pHXEn5BG/s1600-h/williams.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWNLSJaUMNkrVxYGn5lvRjfYH1jDJDiM91humheeGjgOCzUJYjyN77D1v4In8_H6G_bV8wN27IM6qXGTN7rP0I8SX_84cGFgKt0XqR1VLQ8E3up-KxIDfO2WLYADDd0LfVlzg2pHXEn5BG/s320/williams.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383961007236103362&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                4/5&lt;br /&gt; William Wilberforce was a British politician of the 1780s-1830s.&lt;br /&gt;He was a abolitionist and he led the movement against slavery in Britain and its colonies.&lt;br /&gt;He devoted his life to demolishing slavery because of his religious beliefs.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/feeds/1956627769414087284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2009/09/william-wilberforce-gods-politician.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/1956627769414087284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/1956627769414087284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2009/09/william-wilberforce-gods-politician.html' title='William Wilberforce God&#39;s Politician'/><author><name>Larkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524399237117941016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiWNLSJaUMNkrVxYGn5lvRjfYH1jDJDiM91humheeGjgOCzUJYjyN77D1v4In8_H6G_bV8wN27IM6qXGTN7rP0I8SX_84cGFgKt0XqR1VLQ8E3up-KxIDfO2WLYADDd0LfVlzg2pHXEn5BG/s72-c/williams.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476859506565534034.post-7134108062906255059</id><published>2009-09-17T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T09:32:37.586-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="book"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="homeschool"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="larkin"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="reviews"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Sing Down the Moon"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="sunlight"/><title type='text'>Sing Down the Moon</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src=&quot;http://www.scottodell.com/covers/moonsc.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;Sing Down the Moon&quot; width=&quot;316&quot; height=&quot;455&quot; /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3/5&lt;br /&gt;This book starts with a young N&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_0&quot;&gt;avaho&lt;/span&gt; girl, Bright Morning, tending her sheep. As she is tending them, she is captured by the Spanish slaves and taken to a village several days away. She and two other slaves escape. Once she gets back to Canyon de Chelly, her family is very happy to see her. Early one winter morning the &quot;long knives&quot; (American soldiers Fort Defiance) came and told them they needed to leave. When they didn&#39;t leave, the solders ruined the N&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_1&quot;&gt;avaho&#39;s&lt;/span&gt; crops and capture them. The N&lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-error&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_2&quot;&gt;avahos&lt;/span&gt; are taken to their new home (Fort Sumner). Along the way, they meet up with more &lt;span class=&quot;blsp-spelling-corrected&quot; id=&quot;SPELLING_ERROR_4&quot;&gt;Indians&lt;/span&gt; who are going to the same place. Once they get to Fort Sumner, they are told to plant crops, and the long knives give them flour for food. The next two harvests failed and they started to run out of food, so Bright Morning and her husband run back to Canyon de Chelly. They escape from long knives for now.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;THE END&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/feeds/7134108062906255059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2009/09/sing-down-moon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/7134108062906255059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/7134108062906255059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2009/09/sing-down-moon.html' title='Sing Down the Moon'/><author><name>Larkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524399237117941016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476859506565534034.post-1754852468416708628</id><published>2009-09-04T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T09:58:28.601-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas History</title><content type='html'>This summer i read Texas history . I read :A Paradise Called Texas , I Remeber the Alamo, Poli, All for Texas, two of my favorites were A Paradise Called Texas and All for Texas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51KTSDTR0KL._SS500_.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51KTSDTR0KL._SS500_.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51BBSXP6GXL._SL500_AA240_.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 240px;&quot; src=&quot;http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51BBSXP6GXL._SL500_AA240_.jpg&quot; alt=&quot;&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  var dc_UnitID = 14;&lt;br /&gt;  var dc_PublisherID = 112718;&lt;br /&gt;  var dc_AdLinkColor = &#39;blue&#39;;&lt;br /&gt;  var dc_adprod=&#39;ADL&#39;;&lt;br /&gt;  var dc_open_new_win = &#39;yes&#39;; &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;script src=&quot;http://kona.kontera.com/javascript/lib/KonaLibInline.js&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recemend them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                           5/5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Paradise Called Texas is about a young girl that lives in germany who wants to go and live in texas.they pay the baron for sea fare and some land.they get on the ship and once they get to indian point there is hundreds of people they stay at  indian point untill January.there is a family coming from the german colonies wanting to go back to germany.they buy the wagon they have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they start the trip to new braunfel,they stop in victoria to get food and contuine on their journy .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All for Texas is about a boy who moves from kentucky to texas and he and his best freind fight in the revolution his dad and freind die,its A very sad book but the storyline makes up for the sad parts.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/feeds/1754852468416708628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2009/09/texas-hystoriy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/1754852468416708628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/1754852468416708628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2009/09/texas-hystoriy.html' title='Texas History'/><author><name>Larkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524399237117941016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8476859506565534034.post-4873445965722607175</id><published>2009-09-04T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T09:16:27.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>By the great horn spoon!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur=&quot;try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}&quot; href=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL7I8nn6Lj3rX3NQ9X3YOplyYrTW7kr9hJXWx_96K5D8O7zr37Z8_yAC8vnycAe65CAyIxqDVi9c66egk3q3dng2eqy5cwrH1_n_DHPtXDWL0KLwJy_sLoKn-P612rxWiT6dIrh1uuw2Fr/s1600-h/by+the+great+horn+spoon.jpg&quot;&gt;&lt;img style=&quot;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 215px; height: 320px;&quot; src=&quot;https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL7I8nn6Lj3rX3NQ9X3YOplyYrTW7kr9hJXWx_96K5D8O7zr37Z8_yAC8vnycAe65CAyIxqDVi9c66egk3q3dng2eqy5cwrH1_n_DHPtXDWL0KLwJy_sLoKn-P612rxWiT6dIrh1uuw2Fr/s320/by+the+great+horn+spoon.jpg&quot; border=&quot;0&quot; alt=&quot;&quot;id=&quot;BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377640005915458898&quot; /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I give this book a 3/5 rating becuse it ended diffrent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it was also a very cool book i recommend this book,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spoiler alert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ditto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this  book starts out with a boy and butler in 2 barrels as stowawayson a ship bound for California. The year is 1849.  They are going for the gold rush and their money is stolen when they try to buy tickets.  So they make a deal with a trader to hide them in 2 barrels next to 16 other barrels of potatoes.  After afew days they come out and tell the captain that they are stowaways. The captain gets mad and makes them work shoveling coal, but they tell them about how someonestole their cash and is probably on the ship. They make a plan to expose him. They tell the captain and they go on with the plain.  They get all the people to line up and they tell the people they have a magic pig that will squeal when a thief touches it.  They turn off the lights and coat the pig with coal dust.  They let all the people touch it and then turn on the lights again.  They have everyone hold up their hands.  The one who dosent have coal dust on their hands is the thief, so they find him and punish them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five months later they finally arrive in California, and they are out of money to pay for the trip to the gold fields. (It is early in the gold rush stage so there are no mines yet, just spots where people are digging). They go to a hotel and buy a room.  Then they go and try to make some money. Someone tells them that miners have golddust in their hair. They start offering free hair cuts for the gold dust to pay for their trip to the fields. They get the money and go to the fields. They meet a miner who teaches them how to sift gold and how to mark a claim; eventualy they make their own claim and stirke it rich (200+ pounds of gold).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  var dc_UnitID = 14;&lt;br /&gt;  var dc_PublisherID = 112718;&lt;br /&gt;  var dc_AdLinkColor = &#39;blue&#39;;&lt;br /&gt;  var dc_adprod=&#39;ADL&#39;;&lt;br /&gt;  var dc_open_new_win = &#39;yes&#39;; &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;script src=&quot;http://kona.kontera.com/javascript/lib/KonaLibInline.js&quot; type=&quot;text/javascript&quot;&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are on their way back to California on a steamboat, but the steamboat is trying to break a steam record and it blows up.  Their gold starts sinking and they will have to go home empty handed, but when they get to San Francisco, the butler&#39;s mistress, the boy&#39;s aunt, is there, so they dont have to go home afterall.  They stay in California and keep on mining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                        THE END.</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/feeds/4873445965722607175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2009/09/by-great-horn-spoon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/4873445965722607175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8476859506565534034/posts/default/4873445965722607175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://larkinwc.blogspot.com/2009/09/by-great-horn-spoon.html' title='By the great horn spoon!'/><author><name>Larkin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09524399237117941016</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgL7I8nn6Lj3rX3NQ9X3YOplyYrTW7kr9hJXWx_96K5D8O7zr37Z8_yAC8vnycAe65CAyIxqDVi9c66egk3q3dng2eqy5cwrH1_n_DHPtXDWL0KLwJy_sLoKn-P612rxWiT6dIrh1uuw2Fr/s72-c/by+the+great+horn+spoon.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>