Tuesday, February 28, 2017

Notes from the Resistance: A Column on Language and Power

Notes from the Resistance: A Column on Language and Power

Summer Brennan, In Defense of Linguistic Infrastructure

December 9, 2016  By Summer Brennan


It is a bright cold day in December, and the clocks are striking thirteen. To the past or to the future, to an age when thought is free, from the age of Trump, from the age of Wikileaks, from a dead woman, greetings.
This is to be a column about language, but before I get to that, and why, we’ll need to get a few things straight.
In George Orwell’s 1984, the first act of rebellion undertaken by Winston, the protagonist, is to acquire a blank book and begin to write down his thoughts and memories. He does so despite the glare of a Big Brother poster, and under the watchful eye and keen ear of the two-way telescreen.
I write to you now from my laptop with its two-way listening and seeing devices. I have a smartphone in my bag that does the same thing. I use these instruments to watch and listen and in return people can watch and listen to me. I operate under the impression that it is I who chooses which people can and can’t do this, but we all know it is already legal for that not to be the case.
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We already know that in America you can be arrested for suspected petty theft and wind up imprisoned, untried, for years. We already know that in America you can be pulled over for a burned out taillight and wind up dead at the hands of police. In America you can be raped and the odds are overwhelmingly high that your rapist will walk free. These things shouldn’t happen, and yet they do. These things don’t affect you personally, until they do. You might think that these things happen because you are the wrong color, or the wrong gender, or the wrong religion. But right now in America the boundaries of right and wrong are shifting dangerously.
Are you listening now? Good.
It is not an exaggeration to say that we are witnessing the rise of fascism in America. With the election of a demagogue one month ago, this has moved beyond ideas of liberal or conservative, Republican or Democrat. Something different is happening. We are undergoing an assault on our democratic norms and the freedom of our press, without which a democracy cannot function.
The assertion that Trump is spoiling to rule America as a dictator—an authoritarian, an autocrat, a tyrant—has been made across the political spectrum, from liberal magazine editors to conservative former presidential candidates. In a recent New York Times opinion piece, a Republican elector from Texas likened his refusal to cast his electoral vote for Trump to defending America after 9/11:
Fifteen years ago, as a firefighter, I was part of the response to the Sept. 11 attacks against our nation. That attack and this year’s election may seem unrelated, but for me the relationship becomes clearer every day.
Trump is telling big, consequential lies: that the election he won was not legitimate, that millions of illegal votes were cast, but that the results should stand anyway; that the protestors protesting against him were paid; that the New York Times is losing subscribers; that “the media” is lying; that the president of Taiwan had just called to congratulate him, when in fact the call was set up months ago (an affront to the Chinese government); that flag-burners should be stripped of citizenship. Lies and threats like this, from someone as powerful as Trump is now, aren’t just words. They are language, weaponized.
Aside from Trump’s shock-and-awe untruths, there is also an equally dangerous seep of something else, like poison in the groundwater. Major newspapers are calling white supremacists “dapper.” The Congressional Science Committee is tweeting out stories by climate change deniers. Trump takes advice from a conspiracy theorist who suggested that the copiously documented massacre of small children was faked. A US general and his son, who was given a “.gov” transition team email address, spread a fake story that resulted in an armed man firing shots in a pizza restaurant. A CNN chyron read “are Jews people?” and pundits floated the idea of concentration camps in America on national television, citing Japanese internment as a legal precedent. A Trump surrogate said “there’s no such thing, unfortunately, anymore, as facts.”
This is not a drill. This is fascism and it is here, poised to take over the American government. Trump poses an existential threat to our country. It isn’t alarmist to say these things, it is simply true.
Orwell wrote that freedom is the freedom to say that two plus two equals four. He wrote that he who controls the past controls the future, and that he who controls the present controls the past. If you can colonize the minds of a population with untruths and confusion, you forcibly re-write reality. This is done with stories. It’s done with language. How we speak about the world is a reflection of how we see it.
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Trump, himself a man with a strikingly limited vocabulary, has launched an assault on the American psyche, and already our linguistic infrastructure is beginning to shift and crumble. Less familiar words have been pushed to the fore, or have taken on new meaning: contrarian, snowflake, gaslighting, normalization, nationalist, rigged, hacked, resist, emolument.
We have been beset with dangerous euphemisms. A neo-nazi becomes “an economic populist.” A lie becomes “a claim.” A propagandist becomes “a maverick” or “a provocateur.” Equality becomes “identity politics.” A public school privatizer becomes “a school reformer.A climate change denier becomes “a climate contrarian” and a climate scientist “a climate alarmist.” Journalists are being called “presstitutes” or “lügenpress,” which is German for “lying press,” a term adopted by the Third Reich. There has been a kind of doublespeak silencing on social media in which those speaking out against white supremacists are themselves called “racists,” and those pointing out misogyny are called “sexist.” A protestor becomes “an economic terrorist.” White people become “the working class.”
Words have power.
We fight back by correctly labeling; by calling a white supremacist a white supremacist, a fascist a fascist, a sexual assault a sexual assault. We name what is happening or about to happen around us: kleptocracy, kakistocracy, authoritarianism, fraud, corruption, embezzlement. We can creatively add to the taxonomy of tyranny even as we feel ourselves buried alive by it: idiocracy, dystocracy, misogynocracy.
We in America are already being told that two plus two equals five. In time, just like Winston in 1984, we may even come to believe it. Or we may cease to care whether we believe it or not. Under the cover of that uncaring darkness, any number of atrocities may occur.
No one person can defend everything in America that will need defending in the age of Trump. What we must do, instead, is to find our particular hills to defend, and th                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                     n to defend them as if our freedom depended on it. Even if these battles are lost, the very act of writing down the progression of that loss, as Winston did, is an act of resistance. The hijacking of public language, as is happening now, is a way to shift perception—to bend and control thought—and must be resisted.
I would like to invite readers to join me in doing this. Get a diary or journal and write down as many words as you can that relate to the things that you value. Fascism favors sameness; it represents a desertification of language and thinking. You can fight sameness with diversity. Inside this thought-desert, we must learn to be jungle oases. If you plan to defend nature, write down the names of birds and landscape as a start. Write phoebe, warbler, wren, heron, starling, swift, swallow. Write dale, dell, coppice, coomb, swale, swarth. Let your language soar and spread. Get closer and write root, leaf, stem, stamen, stigma, filament, sepal, pistil, petal. Write down how the world and words around you change.
We all need our hills to defend. As I intend to chronicle in this twice-monthly column, language will be mine. I’ll be here, wielding pen or laptop under the eye of Big Brother, repeating that two plus two equals four.

cross the heartland, Trump voters are a bit confused as to what the hell they voted for



We didn't think he'd do the things he said he'd do. We just wanted him to do things that were different from the current things.
The Washington Post decided to spare us a weeks-long series examining the minds of Trump voters by lumping a whole bunch of them together in a single story. Here's the union-member Iowa Democrat who voted for Trump as agent of disruption, but who now is alarmed at all the disruption.
“It seems almost like a dictatorship at times. He’s got a lot of controversial stuff going on and rather than thinking it through, I’m afraid that he’s jumping into the frying pan with both feet.”
And now everybody's twitchy that the man that promised trade wars and repealing Obamacare is going to do those things.
Many Iowans worry Trump might cut support for wind-energy and ethanol programs; that his trade policies could hurt farms that export their crops; that mass deportations would empty the state’s factories and meat-packing plants; and that a repeal of the Affordable Care Act would yank health insurance away from thousands.
Yeah, well, you're all boned. That's exactly what he said he was going to do, and if you were feeling so pleased with the shouting and insults and penis references that you missed the actual details of his plans then surprise! But what can explain this? How th' mighty, coal-rolling hell could all these people have been so enamored of Trump as agent of change and yet so unconcerned about where that chaos would lead?
“He’s doing what he said he was going to do, that’s the biggest thing,” said Tyler Schurbon, 23, who describes himself as a “progressive Republican” who falls asleep watching Fox News each night.
Ah. Yeah, that might do it. And the stories roll on and on.
Surprise: a bucketload of them involve racism. Surprise, a bunch of them think what Trump is doing is horrible and wrong—but are still angry that other Americans are resisting him because golly, that just seems so rude. People who didn't vote for either Clinton or Trump because they were both equally bad are now left contemplating things they would not be goddamn contemplating if the fascist manchild and his white nationalist subordinates weren't now in charge:
Her [Muslim] husband is in the process of becoming a citizen, and they have discussed what they might do if they need to flee the country.
Flee America, that is. The Iowa family is discussing what they need to do if their family needs to flee America.
Over in Illinois, the New York Times looks at a different community, one that's now stupefied after the arrest and detention of an undocumented immigrant who for a decade has been one of the best and most-liked damn people in the town. And now a bunch of not-racists who backed Trump's notions of rounding up millions of people by an overwhelming margin—because they were going to get the coal mines back in return, so screw all those millions—are all twitchy because they don't want this "good man" and "role model" included.
How one night last fall, when the Fire Department was battling a two-alarm blaze, Mr. Hernandez suddenly appeared with meals for the firefighters. How he hosted a Law Enforcement Appreciation Day at the restaurant last summer as police officers were facing criticism around the country. How he took part in just about every community committee or charity effort — the Rotary Club, cancer fund-raisers, cleanup days, even scholarships for the Redbirds, the high school sports teams, which are the pride of this city.
While it's not clear that the people who want Hernandez to stay represent a majority of the community—at least, not if local newspaper comment threads are any indication—the story is presented as a bit of a conundrum, a complexity that the community somehow never thought of and is now working through. This is an overly charitable interpretation. Of course the people who voted for the man promising to deport millions were aware that a great many among those millions would be "good people" and "role models," and they didn't give a flying damn back then.
Now that it's happening to someone they personally know, suddenly the empathy gene kicks back in because if someone they know and like gets detained, everyone gets a bad feeling in the pit of their stomach as they realize that yes indeed, this is exactly what they voted for and they bear personal responsibility.
Tim Grigsby, who owns a local printing shop and considers Mr. Hernandez one of his closest friends, has been helping to lead the efforts to bring Mr. Hernandez back to West Frankfort. [...] Mr. Grigsby said he still would vote for Mr. Trump. One never agrees with everything a politician does, “but maybe this should all be more on a per-case basis,” he said. “It’s hard to be black and white on this because there may be people like Carlos.”
Sorry, closest friend. Your pal hasn't changed his mind about voting for the racist lout who promised to deport millions, but he'll help you out, personally, to make up for it. Everyone else had just better hope they made some white Illinois friends too, ones who will help get their stories in the New York Times after they get carted off to the detention centers. That's how we'll be doing things in the Trump era.
How are we all feeling, then? Do we all properly understand Trump voters yet? If not, don't worry. By tomorrow there will be another piece profiling still more of them. By the time Trump gets impeached or resigns to spend more time with his money we’ll have met every last one of them.

Monday, February 27, 2017

Immigration advocates tell Dreamers to steer clear of Obama's deferred action program under Trump

As immigration agents brag that their jobs are "fun" again, immigration advocates are dissuading young undocumented immigrants from enrolling in the deferred-deportation program that requires them to provide their personal information to get temporary work permits. The anxiety follows new directives from Homeland Security secretary John Kelly that have resulted in sweeping raids across the country. David Nakamura writes:
Kelly’s directives do not overturn the program known as Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA), which has granted renewable, two-year work permits to more than 750,000 immigrants who came to the country illegally as children. But lawyers said that the broad expansion of the Department of Homeland Security’s enforcement powers has heightened the risk for immigrants who have registered with the agency.
Under the program, applicants are required to present proof of their identity, such as a passport or birth certificate, and show documentation of where they go to school or work.
“The main risk is bringing attention to yourself,” said Gregory Chen, advocacy director for the 14,000-member American Immigration Lawyers Association, which is advising people not to enroll. “Our reading of the DHS memos, and we’ve looked carefully at the language that creates an exception for and retains DACA, is that they really are cold comfort to anyone concerned about the viability of their immigration status.”
DHS spokeswoman Gillian Christensen said the agency is still processing DACA applications, just as they had during the Obama administration. “We don’t want there to be fear or panic,” she said.
Right. DHS also initially denied that the Trump raids were a departure from business as usual. Meanwhile, here's the assessment of federal immigration agents reflecting on their new orders from out in the field:
“Before, we used to be told, ‘You can’t arrest those people,’ and we’d be disciplined for being insubordinate if we did,” said a 10-year veteran of the agency who took part in the operation. “Now those people are priorities again. And there are a lot of them here.”
Interviews with 17 agents and officials across the country, including in Florida, Alabama, Texas, Arizona, Washington and California, demonstrated how quickly a new atmosphere in the agency had taken hold. Since they are forbidden to talk to the press, they requested anonymity out of concern for losing their jobs.
The White House press secretary, Sean Spicer, said on Tuesday that the president wanted to “take the shackles off” of agents, an expression the officers themselves used time and again in interviews to describe their newfound freedom.
Many of those “priorities” have no criminal records. In other words, they’re not actual safety concerns, many are just hard workers and parents of U.S.-born children who got unlucky. If you’re interested in knowing what it’s like to have your father or mother deported, here’s a piece that’s worth the read.

How Can You Learn About God?

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NEW WORLD TRANSLATION OF THE HOLY SCRIPTURES (2013 REVISION)


 QUESTION 2

How Can You Learn About God?


“This book of the Law should not depart from your mouth, and you must read it in an undertone day and night, in order to observe carefully all that is written in it; for then your way will be successful and then you will act wisely.”
“They continued reading aloud from the book, from the Law of the true God, clearly explaining it and putting meaning into it; so they helped the people to understand what was being read.”
“Happy is the man who does not walk according to the advice of the wicked . . . , but his delight is in the law of Jehovah, and he reads His law in an undertone day and night. . . . Everything he does will succeed.”
“Philip ran alongside and heard him reading aloud Isaiah the prophet, and he said: ‘Do you actually know what you are reading?’ He said: ‘Really, how could I ever do so unless someone guided me?’”
 “His invisible qualities are clearly seen from the world’s creation onward, because they are perceived by the things made, even his eternal power and Godship, so that they are inexcusable.”
“Ponder over these things; be absorbed in them, so that your advancement may be plainly seen by all people.”
“Let us consider one another so as to incite to love and fine works, not forsaking our meeting together.”
“If any one of you is lacking in wisdom, let him keep asking God, for he gives generously to all and without reproaching, and it will be given him.”

Who Wrote the Bible?

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 QUESTION 3

Who Wrote the Bible?


“Moses wrote down all the words of Jehovah.”
“Daniel saw a dream and visions of his head as he lay on his bed. Then he wrote down the dream; he recorded a complete account of the matters.”
“When you received God’s word, which you heard from us, you accepted it not as the word of men but, just as it truthfully is, as the word of God.”
“All Scripture is inspired of God and beneficial for teaching.”
“Prophecy was at no time brought by man’s will, but men spoke from God as they were moved by holy spirit.”

Is the Bible Scientifically Accurate?


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 QUESTION 4

Is the Bible Scientifically Accurate?



The earth and sky
“He stretches out the northern sky over empty space, suspending the earth upon nothing.”
“All the streams flow into the sea, yet the sea is not full. To the place from which the streams flow, there they return so as to flow again.”
“There is One who dwells above the circle of the earth.”

Who Is God?

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 QUESTION 1

Who Is God?




A man looks toward heaven
“May people know that you, whose name is Jehovah, you alone are the Most High over all the earth.”
“Know that Jehovah is God. He is the one who made us, and we belong to him.”
“I am Jehovah. That is my name; I give my glory to no one else, nor my praise to graven images.”
“Everyone who calls on the name of Jehovah will be saved.”
“Of course, every house is constructed by someone, but the one who constructed all things is God.”
 “Lift up your eyes to heaven and see. Who has created these things? It is the One who brings out their army by number; he calls them all by name. Because of his vast dynamic energy and his awe-inspiring power, not one of them is missing.”

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Does God Have a Name?

God has many titles, including Almighty, Creator, and Lord. But God’s personal name is used some 7,000 times in the Bible.

Faith by itself, without works, is dead.—Jas. 2:17.

Monday, February 27 Faith by itself, without works, is dead.—Jas. 2:17.
If you have strong conviction, it is reasonable to expect that you will show it by your actions. Young ones must also manifest “holy acts of conduct.” (2 Pet. 3:11) To do so, you must be morally clean. How are you doing in that regard? For exam- ple, think about the past six months. How have you demon- strated that your “powers of dis- cernment” have been trained to dis- tinguish right from wrong? (Heb. 5: 14) Can you think of specific occa- sions when you resisted temptation or peer pressure? Does your con- duct at school speak well of your faith? Do you stand up for your faith rather than try to blend in with your classmates just to avoid ridicule? (1 Pet. 4:3, 4) Admittedly, no one is perfect. Even longtime servants of Jehovah may at times feel timid about taking a public stand for their faith. However, a person who is dedicated to Jehovah will right- ly be proud to bear God’s name, and he shows this by his conduct. w16.03 2:10, 11

The Nature Fix: Why Nature Makes us Happier, Healthier, and More Creative 1st Edition by Florence Williams





An intrepid investigation into nature’s restorative benefits by a prize-winning author.
For centuries, poets and philosophers extolled the benefits of a walk in the woods: Beethoven drew inspiration from rocks and trees; Wordsworth composed while tromping over the heath; and Nikola Tesla conceived the electric motor while visiting a park. Intrigued by our storied renewal in the natural world, Florence Williams set out to uncover the science behind nature’s positive effects on the brain.
In this informative and entertaining account, Williams investigates cutting-edge research as she travels to fragrant cypress forests in Korea to meet the                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   rangers who administer “forest healing programs,” to the green hills of Scotland and its “ecotherapeutic” approach to caring for the mentally ill, to a river trip in Idaho with Iraqi vets suffering from PTSD, to the West Virginia mountains where she discovers how being outside helps children with ADHD. The Nature Fix demonstrates that our connection to nature is much more important to our cognition than we think and that even small amounts of exposure to the living world can improve our creativity and enhance our mood. In prose that is incisive, witty, and urgent, Williams shows how time in nature is not a luxury but is in fact essential to our humanity. As our modern lives shift dramatically indoors, these ideas―and the answers they yield―are more urgent than ever.


The Nature Fix is a beautifully written, thoroughly enjoyable exposition of a major principle of human life now supported by evidence in biology, psychology, and medicine.” (Edward O. Wilson, University Research Professor Emeritus, Harvard University)


“I’m no tree hugger, but The Nature Fix made me want to run outside and embrace the nearest oak. Not for the tree’s sake but mine. Florence Williams makes a compelling, and elegant, case that nature is not only beautiful but also good for us. If Thoreau were steeped in modern neuroscience and possessed an endearingly self-deprecating sense of humor, the result would be the book you hold in your hands.” (Eric Weiner, New York Times best-selling author of The Geography of Genius)

 “Florence Williams, keen observer, deft writer, creates a fascinating mosaic here. What are the costs―to us!―of humanity’s increasing disconnection from nature? What are the likely benefits―to us!―of retaining that threatened connection?…Large.” (David Quammen, New York Times best-selling author of Spillover)


 

About the Author

Florence Williams is a journalist and contributing editor to Outside magazine. Her work has appeared in the New York Times, the New York Times Magazine, and National Geographic among others. Her first book, Breasts: A Natural and Unnatural History, was a New York Times Notable Book of 2012 and the winner of the Los Angeles Times Book Prize in Science and Technology. Williams lives in Washington, DC.


Sunday, February 26, 2017

keeping a simple eye


15. How can followers of Jesus demonstrate that they are keeping a simple eye, and why is this the course of wisdom?
15 Followers of Jesus today see the wisdom of keeping a simple eye. They therefore avoid weighing themselves down with unnecessary debt and with mundane pursuits that consume too much attention and energy. (1 Timothy 6:9, 10) Many have taken steps to simplify their lifestyle so that they can devote more time to the Christian ministry, perhaps even serving as full-time Kingdom proclaimers. There could hardly be a wiser course to pursue, for keeping Kingdom interests in their rightful place results in the greatest happiness and satisfaction.Matthew 6:33.


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Keeping Our Life Simple Helps Us Praise God

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Today, it is easy to complicate our lives with many things. Time and energy are required to shop for, pay for, use, maintain, and safeguard possessions. Jesus lived a simple life so that material possessions would not needlessly pull him away from his ministry.Mt 8:20.
A couple at a meeting of Jehovah’s Witnesses
How could you simplify your life so that you can do more in the ministry? With some adjustments, could someone in your household join the pioneer ranks? Even if you are currently in full-time service, have you gradually allowed material things to complicate your life? A simple life in Jehovah’s service is a happy, contented life.1Ti 6:7-9.
 For we have brought nothing into the world, and neither can we carry anything out.  So, having food and clothing, we will be content with these things.  But those who are determined to be rich fall into temptation and a snare and many senseless and harmful desires that plunge men into destruction and ruin.
Write down ways that you can simplify your life.


\The Bible associates wisdom with modesty, which includes being aware of our limitations. (Proverbs 11:2) Jesus was modest and realistic in what he expected of himself. He knew that he was not going to convert everyone who heard his message. (Matthew 10:32-39) He also realized that there was a limit to the number of people that he would personally be able to reach. So he wisely entrusted the disciple-making work to his followers. (Matthew 28:18-20) He modestly acknowledged that they would “do works greater than” his own, for they would reach more people over a greater area and for a longer period of time. (John 14:12) Jesus also recognized that he was not beyond needing help. He accepted the aid of the angels who came to minister to him in the wilderness and of the angel who came to strengthen him in Gethsemane. In his moment of greatest need, the Son of God cried out for help.
17 We too need to be modest and realistic in what we expect of ourselves. We certainly want to work whole-souled and to exert ourselves vigorously in the preaching and disciple-making work. (Luke 13:24; Colossians 3:23) At the same time, we need to remember that Jehovah does not compare us with one another, nor should we. (Galatians 6:4) Practical wisdom will help us to set realistic goals in accord with our abilities and circumstances. In addition, wisdom will guide those in positions of responsibility to acknowledge that they have limitations and that they need help and support from time to time. Modesty will enable such ones to accept the help graciously, recognizing that Jehovah may well use a fellow believer to become “a strengthening aid” to them.Colossians 4:11.
 

The Coming David Osborne


Excerpt

The Coming

David Osborne

February 23, 2017 
The following is from David Osborne’s novel, The Coming. Osborne is the co-author of five nonfiction books: The Price of Government, The Reinventor's Fieldbook, Banishing Bureaucracy, Reinventing Government, and Laboratories of Democracy. He writing appears in Washington Post, The Atlantic, The New York Times Magazine, Harper's, The New Republic, Governing, Education Week, U.S. News, and other publications.
September 1805
William Clark tucked his head down as the rain dripped off his hat. He was a large-boned man, with a long, reddish face and nose and a high brow. It was a rough face but confident, accustomed to command. He rode at the head of a long procession—31 men, one woman, and one child—snaking its way up a steep, forested slope. Clark’s horse slipped on the mud-slick trail, and those on foot stopped every few minutes, breathing hard, while the packhorses strained under their loads, snorting and blowing.
Would they ever make it over these godforsaken mountains? Clark though back to the day, less than a month ago, when he had first reached the Divide. It had been a warm afternoon, and he had been sweating from the climb, his heart pounding in his chest. Lewis had warned him, but when the view finally opened up, he had stopped dead. Spread out before him were range after range of immense, snowcapped peaks, as far as the eye could see. He counted five ridges, all higher than any mountains he had ever beheld.
The wooded trail they now ascended had settled on top of a ridge that rose from south to north, no more than ten feet wide. Much of the timber on the high points had been burned and blown down, so they had to pick their way around and over a jumble of fallen trees. As Clark wound his way off the ridge around a downed spruce, the bay mare that carried his trunk and writing desk slipped and rolled. He watched as she slid for 40 yards before the desk slammed into a tree and splintered. “Son of a bitch,” he muttered.
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He dismounted, grabbed a rope that lay coiled against his saddle, and walked back to where a knot of men had gathered. He threw one end of his rope to Peter Weiser: “Tie this to a tree.” When it was secure, he let himself down the slope until he reached the mare, which shied from him. He spoke to her in a low voice, standing quite still, until she gentled enough for him to get close. He cut off the broken desk and trunk, then tied the rope to the trunk so the men could haul it up. He would leave the desk. When they threw the rope back down, he tied it to the mare’s lead. He stepped back and gave her a swat on the hindquarters; Collins, Weiser, and York heaved on the rope, and the mare struggled up the slope.
Clark started up behind her but slipped and fell to his hands and knees in the mud. “God damn this mountain to hell!” He wiped his hands on his wet leggings and got to his feet. Collins threw him the rope, and the men slowly pulled him back up.
The trail grew steeper as they fought their way upward. Two other horses fell and rolled. It took ten men to get one of them back up on the ridge; the other came up so lame, they had to shoot it. They unpacked its load of cooking pots and utensils and parceled them out to other horses.
“We should butcher that animal,” young Shannon told Clark. “You volunteerin’ to carry the meat?”
“No sir. But . . .”
“You think these other horses can carry more weight?”
“No sir,” the 19-year-old admitted. “But couldn’t we cook it?”
“We stop to cook now, we’ll never get up this mountain.” They left the dead horse where it lay.
At noon the land flattened out a bit. Old Toby, their Shoshone guide, found a spring hidden amongst a thick stand of tall pines, their bases choked with huckleberry. Stop here, eat, he signed. Clark nodded, directed Collins to light a fire and heat up some parched corn and portable soup—a vile mixture Lewis had procured in Philadelphia in powdered form. As the men straggled in, they took the soup and corn silently, too spent to do more than grumble.
The rain had stopped now and the clouds had begun to lift. Lewis sat down beside Clark, a bowl in one hand, his spyglass in the other. He raised the glass, trained it on the mountains to the south, their peaks like a wall of teeth bared against a foe.
“Did it snow up there again?” Clark asked. Yesterday, at a stony summit they’d crossed before descending to the river, it had snowed for two hours. Lewis lowered the glass and nodded. Lewis had an odd combination of a gentleman’s face—serious gray eyes, long black lashes, small, tight-lipped mouth—atop a woodsman’s frame. “We’re five days in, and Toby said the Pierced-Nose Indians do it in six days.”
“You think we’re traveling as fast as Indians?”
“I do.”
“We don’t even know if we’re on the right trail.”
Lewis gazed at him. “We will not spend a second winter east of these mountains.”
Clark remembered the day they had met, a decade ago, when the younger man had reported to his command at Fort Greenville—stiff, bowlegged, standing so straight as he saluted it seemed he would fall over backward. He was the most determined man Clark had ever encountered.
When they started back up, Clark’s horse proved fatigued beyond all endurance. He had little choice but to proceed on foot, though his left leg still ached from a fall he’d taken exploring Lewis’s River.
Behind him, two more horses hell and rolled until they wedged against downed trees, but only one had to be left behind. Though the rain held off, the temperature was dropping.
Near the top of the trail wound around immense granite knobs that erupted out of the mountainside. Finally they intersected a ridge running east-west, where the real trail appeared, some five feet wide and clear as day. Drouillard and Colter lay supine on a fallen pine, waiting for them. As they rose to their feet, Clark and Toby stood mute, completely spent. As far as they could see, in every direction, lay mountains, the highest peaks frosted in white.
The hunters had killed but two pheasants; up this high, they said, game was scarce.
“Ain’t much of a Northwest Passage, is it?” Colter muttered.
Toby led them west along the narrow ridge. The rest of them spread out, searching the hillside for any sign of a spring. As dusk came on, Toby stopped where a bank of old snow lay protected on the northern edge of the ridge. Melt for water, he signed.
Clark felt as if they were at the top of the world, exposed to anything Mother Nature should choose to inflict upon the. There was not flat spot to camp but right on the ridge.
When the first cook arrived, Clark ordered him to broil the remains of the colt they had killed the day before. The rest of the men trudged in through the dark: the Field brothers together; Cruzatte limping; Labiche swearing in French. Charbonneau staggered in the last and collapsed, his ample girth flat on the ground. They devoured what little was left of the horsemeat, along with the pheasants and portable soup, but it was not enough.
Clark sat by the fire to record the day in his journal, as he did every evening. Lewis lowered himself onto a log beside him. “I trust you have confidence we’re on the correct trail now?
Clark nodded. “But we’re traveling half as fast as the Indians do.”
“How would you know what?”
“Old Toby.”
“He hadn’t got us lost, we wouldn’t have had that climb today.”
The truth of it weighed on Clark. Yesterday, when Toby confessed that he had missed where the trail turned north, in the snow, Sacagawea had let her disgust show. When Clark took her aside, she told him Toby hadn’t been on this trail since he was a boy. Clark kicked himself for not consulting her sooner.
A few days earlier, she had explained that had they simply bought horses from the Mandans, they could have reached the head of the trail in four days’ ride from the Great Falls. Intead, they had spent two months struggling southward up the Missouri, trading with her people for horses, carrying their goods across the Divide, then riding back north for two weeks. Whey had it not occurred to them that the girl might know the upper Missouri country? If they were to reach the Pacific, they could not afford another such mistake.
“We’re nowhere near the end of these mountains,” Clark finally said.
Lewis met his gaze. “Have faith, my friend. One way or another, we’ll make it.”
“If we don’t starve first.”
“When the colts run out, we’ll eat horses.”
“And carry our goods on our backs?”
Lewis’s face knit in exasperation. “Do we have a choice?”
“We could go back, winter in the valley, with the Flatheads.”
  ur pairs of the men’s moccasins. But they had secured the corps from want, then sold the captain 11 horses. And their women. Clark had not enjoyed the nightly company of a woman since Fort Mandan, and he should not have partaken, he knew. Julia—pale, dark-haired Julia—was waiting in Virgina for his return, becoming a woman herself. But when these Indian women came to him he could never resist—their brown skin, brown breasts, so lovely, their unself-conscious pleasure unlike anything he could imagine in a white woman.
“You just want another winter with loose women.”
“I want to survive.”
He turned to Lewis. “What happens when it snows again, Meriwether? We’re high enough we’ll be in the gut of it. What happens if it doesn’t stop? If we can’t find the trail?”
Lewis glared. “We winter on the Pacific.”


From THE COMING.  Used with permission of Bloomsbury. Copyright © 2017 by David Osborne.

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