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Par Gary Eliézer
Le sélectionneur national, Marc Collat a remis ce jeudi une pré-liste de 31 joueurs à la fédération Haïtienne de football pour les deux matchs contre la Jamaïque et le Costa Rica, comptant pour la 4e phase des éliminatoires et on retrouve Jeff Louis et Jean Jacques Pierre parmi les convoqués.
Après la 3e phase des éliminatoires contre la Grenade, plus d’un se demandait si ces deux joueurs qui ont abandonné la sélection Haïtienne lors de la Gold Cup alors que les Grenadiers avaient un match important, seraient convoqués sous les commandes de Marc Collat. Eh bien c’est le sélectionneur qui a répondu à la question à l’émission ‘’Grande Gueule’’ sur radio Galaxie en annonçant que Jeff et Jean Jacques sont bel et bien dans sa liste élargie.
Après des ajustements, cette pré-liste sera rendue publique très prochainement.
Par Gary Eliézer
Grâce à un Sony Nordé royal, double passeur décisif, Mumbai City FC a enregistré sa première victoire dans l’Indian Super League (ISL) en s’imposant contre Delhi Dynamos FC (2-0) mercredi lors de la 5e journée.
Après 2 défaites et un nul, Mumbai City a enfin fait le spectacle et a gagné ses premiers trois points dans le championnat Indien avec un très bon Sony Nordé. L’international haïtien s’est montré très généreux en délivrant les deux passes décisives du match à Sunil Chhetri 13e et 74e et donne le sourire jusqu’aux oreilles aux fans du club qui regardaient leur équipe pour la 4e fois.
L’autre Haïtien de cette équipe, Frantz Bertin a été gardé sur le banc des remplaçants. C’est pour la première fois depuis le commencement de la saison que le défenseur de 32 ans n’a pas été titularisé.
Grâce à ce premier succès, Mumbai City FC quitte la dernière place et se positionne désormais en 7e position avec 4 points derrière Kerala Blasters, également 4 unités.
Par Gary Eliézer
Non-retenu lors du match face à Lens (1-1) comptant pour la 11e journée de la Ligue 2, Duckens Nazon fait son retour dans le groupe du Stade Lavallois pour la réception de Tours FC vendredi (2heures PM) pour la 12e journée du championnat Français de deuxième division.
L’international haïtien (11 sélections, 4 buts) qui a un temps de jeu moyen (16.25 minutes par match) depuis le début de la saison avec le Stade Lavallois, a joué sa dernière rencontre le 22 septembre lors de la 8e journée, à cette occasion il a passé 29 minutes sur le terrain.
Contre Tours FC, les coéquipiers de Golazon Duckalme auront du pain sur la planche puisque les deux équipes comptent 15 points avec une différence de (+2) pour l’adversaire et de (-2) pour Laval.
Le groupe Lavallois :
Gardiens : Maxime Hautbois, Lionel Cappone
Défenseurs : Kévin Perrot, Erwan Quintin, Djibril Konaté, Fouad Chafik, Adrien Monfray, Nordi Mukiele.
Milieux de terrain : Romain Habran, Hassane Alla, César Zeoula, Anthony Gonçalves, Chris Malonga, Alassane N’Diaye.
Attaquants : Duckens Nazon, Julien Viale, Rachid Alioui.
Par Gary Eliézer
Le ministère de l’économie et des finances, le ministère de la jeunesse des sports et de l’action civique (MJSAC) ont signé mercredi dans les locaux du MEF un protocole d’accord avec la fédération haïtienne de football (FHF) destiné à appuyer financièrement le football haïtien.
Ce protocole d’accord signé par le ministre des sports, Jimmy Albert, le ministre de l’économie et des finances, Wilson Laleau et le président de la Fédération Haïtienne de Football, Yves Jean Bart, engage l’Etat haïtien et la primature à aider le football dans son ensemble : la sélection nationale, les clubs (masculin et féminin) et prévoit la réalisation de 50 académies de football dans le pays.
Quelques dirigeants de club
‘’Comme nous l’avions annoncé lors de la réunion avec les clubs au Stade Sylvio Cator, l’Etat haïtien était prêt à offrir un accompagnement financier aux différentes fédérations et associations sportives du pays et vous le savez, dans le budget 2015-2016, le gouvernement dispose d’un fonds qui est alloué au sport. Les raisons sont évidentes puisque nous avons une sélection qui peut aller loin dans les séries éliminatoires du mondial 2018 et qui a besoin de support, de nos jours, nos clubs sont à bout de souffle et ne pourraient pas prendre en charge les joueurs donc on a jugé bon d’aider les entités sportives avec la signature de ce protocole d’accord qui va pérenniser les échanges,’’ déclare le ministre de l’économie et des finances, Wilson Laleau.
Parallèlement, le ministre de la jeunesse des sports, Jimmy Albert croit que ce protocole d’accord est un pas en avant pour le développement du football et c’est le monde sportif qui a grandement contribué
‘’C’était le signal fort que le monde sportif avait envoyé lors de la marche du 15 mars 2015, et à travers la signature de ce protocole d’accord je crois qu’il y a un pas en avant,’’ dit-il.
Le président de la FHF, Yves Jean Bart s’est réjoui de ce partenariat qu’il qualifie même de plan Marshall pour le football qui va développer sa discipline sportive.
‘’Aujourd’hui c’est l’an 1 de l’indépendance du football car depuis l’existence de la fédération on a jamais reçu un support de ce genre, plusieurs gouvernements sont passés et nous a aidé mais pas dans un cadre institutionnel, désormais c’est le cas et on peut travailler la tête tranquille pour faire avancer le foot.’’
Selon ce protocole d’accord, l’Etat haïtien s’engage à verser sur les 12 prochains mois une somme de 800 000 gourdes, aux clubs masculins de la D1, 500 000 gourdes pour ceux de la D2. 200 000 et 100 000 gourdes respectivement pour les clubs de la première et de la deuxième division féminine. Un montant de 40 000 000 de gourdes est prévu pour la préparation de la sélection Haïtienne et 10 000 000 de gourdes pour la valorisation des installations sportives afin de construire 50 académies de sport.
Pour recevoir cette somme, les clubs doivent présenter un exemplaire de leurs statuts de standard de la FIFA, affilier à la fédération, avoir un compte bancaire, un matricule fiscal et un comité directeur élu non-contesté.
Noter qu’un deuxième partenariat sera signé avec le comité olympique haïtien pour les autres fédérations.
Par Guerby Meyer
La sélection nationale féminine des moins de 20 ans s’est qualifiée pour la grande finale du tournoi caribéen mercredi en battant en ½ finales l’équipe de Trinité & Tobago (2-0) au Stade Sylvio Cator avec des réalisations de Sabine Chandler (33e) et Nerilia Mondesir (52e).
Batcheba Louis et Nerilia Mondesir
Dans un Stade Sylvio Cator clairsemé, la sélection nationale féminine des moins de 20 ans, emmenée par un trio d’attaque composé de Nerilia Mondesir, Sabine Chandler, et Batcheba Louis, a validé son billet pour la grande finale. Les jeunes Grenadières, très confiantes, ont maitrisé les premières minutes de la rencontre, elles ont réalisé la première action dangereuse par Batcheba Louis à la 8e minute après un centre venu côté gauche de Sabine Chandler mais le tir de l’attaquante de l’AS Tigresse a passé hors-cadre.
Titularisée encore à la pointe de l’attaque haïtienne, Sabine Chandler a lancé les hostilités de fort belle manière à la 33e minute de jeu en éliminant plusieurs joueuses adverse avant de tromper la portière Trinidadienne, Rebecca Almandoz (1-0) pour le score à la mi –temps.
Jennifer Limage #3 ,Phiseline Michel # 14 , Sabine Chandler # 17.
Au retour des vestiaires, les coéquipières de Soveline Beaubrun maintiennent la pression et à la 52e minute, elles ont corsé l’addition par Nerilia Mondesir, son 4e but dans le tournoi sur coup franc direct après une faute du capitaine Trinidadienne, Renée Mike sur Sabine Chandler.
Malgré plusieurs changements côté Trinité & Tobago, le score reste le même et Haiti s’impose logiquement.
Notons que, dans l’autre ½ finale, la Jamaïque s’est imposée (2-0) face à l’équipe Portoricaine.
La formation de l’équipe haïtienne :
Jonie Gabriel ( GK ) # 1 , Soveline Beaubrun # 2 , Jennifer Limage #3 , Verlene Estime # 4 , Phiseline Michel # 14 , Catrina Lamour # 15 , Kensia Destinvil # 10 , Roseline Eloissaint # 19 , Batcheba Louis # 7 , Nerilia Mondesir # 9 , Sabine Chandler # 17.
Par Keke Vieri
A la faveur de sa victoire face au Trou du Nord, dimanche en clôture de la 13e journée de la D2 (1-0), le Real du Cap a pris les commandes du groupe Nord (I).
Les résultats des rencontres de la 13e journée du championnat d’ascension.
Nord I
Accolade GM – AS Dessalines 2-0
Réal du Cap – Trou du Nord 1-0
Port-de-Paix FC – Eclair AC 0-0
AS l’Estère -ASSL 0-0
Raymond FC -Limbe FC (discontinué)
Classement
1-Real du Cap 25pts (+10)
2-Port-de-Paix FC 25pts (+7)
3-Limbé FC 20pts (?)
4-Eclair AC 19pts
5-Accolade de Gros-Morne 17pts
6-ASSL 17pts
7-Raymond FC 16pts (?)
8-AS l’Estère 14pts
9-AS Trou du Nord 12pts
10- AS Dessalines 9pts
Nord II
Panthère Noire -AS Cange 1-0
AS Verrettes -US Papaye 2-1
AS Borel -JSR 1-1
Vision de Hinche -AS Villard 2-0
Mercredi 21 octobre 2015
ASR – Triomphe FC
Classement
1-ASR 32 pts
2-AS Verrettes 25 pts
3-Vision de Hinche 18 pts
4- AS Borel 17 pts
5- Panthère Noire 15 pts
6-AS Villard 13 pts
7-Triomphe 12 pts
8-US Papaye 12 pts
9-AS Cange 8 pts
10-JSR 8 pts
Sud I
Roulado SM -Barcelone FC 0-0
Club St Louis – Exafoot 3-0
Acadafoot -Lascahobas 0-0
Mercredi 21 octobre 2015
Amateur CS – Lionceaux de Pernier
Classement
1-Lionceaux 22 pts
2- Roulado SM 20 pts
3-Laschaobas 18 pts (-1match)
4- Club St Louis 17 pts
5- Barcelone 17 pts
6- Exafoot 16 pts (- 1 match)
7- Acadafoot 15 pts
8- US Archaie 11 pts
9- Amateur de Cité Soleil 11 pts (-4)
10- Ynion Cité Soleil 10 pts
Sud II
Ouragan FC – Akolad FN 2-1
Rangers FC – Juventus FC 2-0
ASGG -ASVA 3-0
AS Jacmel – US Dufort 0-0.
As Aquin -Eclair FC 2-0
Classement:
1- Ouragan 25 pts (+9)
2- Juventus 22 pts (+4)
3- – ASGG 20 pts (+4)
4- Eclair de PG 18 pts (0)
5- AS Jacmel 15 pts (0)
6- AS Aquin 15 pts (-2)
7- ASVA 12 pts -6
8- Akolad FN 11 pts (-3)
9- Rangers 11 pts (-3)
10- US Dufort 10 pts (-1)
Devenue coach-assistante des sélections nationales Haïtienne pour épauler Shek Borkowski, Mariana Brito, ancienne joueuse professionnelle Brésilienne, nous a accordé une interview dans laquelle elle nous parle de son début dans le domaine du coaching, ses modèles, son plan pour les Grenadières et sa collaboration avec l’entraineur principal depuis tantôt une semaine.
Actuellement en compétition avec l’équipe haïtienne féminine des moins de 20 ans qui, dispute la coupe caraïbe de cette catégorie au Stade Sylvio Cator, la nouvelle entraîneur-adjointe du bicolore national s’est dit impressionnée par les compétences tactiques des jeunes Haïtiennes et pense que l’avenir du football féminin est assuré.
HT : Pour commencer cet entretien, pouvez-vous vous présenter en quelques mots?
MB: Mon nom est Mariana Brito, je suis née et j’ai grandi au Brésil où le football n’est pas seulement un jeu, mais aussi une religion. Alors, naturellement, je trouvais la balle à mes pieds depuis mon plus jeune âge (11 ans). Je jouais jour et nuit avec mes voisins dans les rues. Ma carrière a progressé et j’ai eu l’occasion de jouer au football professionnel au Brésil.
HT : Comment avez-vous débuté dans le domaine du coaching?
MB: J’adore regarder le football et en tant que joueuse je voulais acquérir plus de connaissances sur le plan tactique, je cherchais toujours mes entraîneurs pour des conseils sur des phases de jeu. J’ai eu des entraîneurs incroyables qui ont compris ce beau jeu et qui m’ont inspirée à devenir coach.
HT : Qui sont vos modèles?
MB: Mes entraîneurs préférés sont Carlos Osorio (Mexique) et Sampaoli (Chili) je les aime pour leur sens de l’innovation et leur potentiel. Ils ne cessent jamais d’étudier le jeu.
HT : Comment sont vos relations avec Shek et le reste du staff technique?
MB : Je suis très heureuse de travailler avec Shek, c’est un coach génial. Il ne nous enseigne pas comment jouer au football, mais comment jouer en équipe. Je suis vraiment honorée d’avoir l’opportunité d’y contribuer.
HT : Quels défis aimez-vous relever à ce nouveau poste?
MB: Il est toujours difficile pour les entraîneurs de faire jouer une équipe la façon dont ils veulent ; cependant, j’ai confiance en moi et mon staff pour relever ce défi.
HT : Vous êtes avec l’équipe depuis une semaine, quelles sont vos impressions jusque-là sur les joueuses?
MB: J’ai été surprise de leurs compétences tactiques. L’avenir du football féminin haïtien est assuré. Elles sont fières de représenter leur pays sur le terrain. En tant que coach, c’est étonnant de voir ça, ces filles sont des combattantes.
HT : Aucune d’entre elles ne vous impressionne jusqu’à maintenant ?
MB: J’ai des joueuses incroyables, chacune joue un rôle important dans cette équipe, on ne cherche pas des stars mais un jeu collectif. Personne n’est supérieur au reste du groupe.
HT : Avez-vous des conseils pour celles qui veulent devenir coach comme vous?
MB: Mon conseil serait de garder l’amour pour le jeu et le reste suivra. Gagner n’est pas tout, mais aussi le développement des joueurs (ses).
HT : Merci beaucoup Mariana !
MB : Merci !
(Propos recueillis par Benson Petit-Clair pour testing.haititempo.com)
He’s the face of Blue Jays baseball, front and center in every poster around Toronto. He’s a six-time All-Star who regularly engages with fans from his robust social media following.
« I’m not lately, » Bautista said during batting practice before Game 3 of the ALCS. « But, it doesn’t bother me. I know who I am, and I’m enjoying the game. I’m not going to let outside voices affect me. »
Maybe that’s because Bautista’s actions are doing the talking for him. In the ALDS clincher against the Rangers, Bautsita hit a three-run shot to send the Blue Jays to the next round. The emotion of the moment wasn’t lost on anyone, particularly Bautista, as he chucked his bat in the air toward the opposing team’s dugout. It was the bat flip heard round the world, and it drew plenty of criticism. But not everyone in baseball had a problem with it.
« I would have loved to see where it landed, » Royals center fielder Lorenzo Cainsaid. « I thought it was hilarious. I laughed at it. When emotions are riding that high, you feel like you can do anything out there. »
During this period my thoughts were continually upon Dian the Beautiful. I was, of course, glad that she had escaped the Mahars, and the fate that had been suggested by the Sagoth who had threatened to purchase her upon our arrival at Phutra. I often wondered if the little party of fugitives had been overtaken by the guards who had returned to search for them. Sometimes I was not so sure but that I should have been more contented to know that Dian was here in Phutra, than to think of her at the mercy of Hooja the Sly One. Ghak, Perry, and I often talked together of possible escape, but the Sarian was so steeped in his lifelong belief that no one could escape from the Mahars except by a miracle, that he was not much aid to us—his attitude was of one who waits for the miracle to come to him.
At my suggestion Perry and I fashioned some swords of scraps of iron which we discovered among some rubbish in the cells where we slept, for we were permitted almost unrestrained freedom of action within the limits of the building to which we had been assigned. So great were the number of slaves who waited upon the inhabitants of Phutra that none of us was apt to be overburdened with work, nor were our masters unkind to us.
He told Ghak that he had not seen Dian or the others after releasing them within the dark grotto.
We hid our new weapons beneath the skins which formed our beds, and then Perry conceived the idea of making bows and arrows—weapons apparently unknown within Pellucidar. Next came shields; but these I found it easier to steal from the walls of the outer guardroom of the building.
Going to his heavy grego, or wrapall, or dreadnaught
We were permitted almost unrestrained
We had completed these arrangements for our protection after leaving Phutra when the Sagoths who had been sent to recapture the escaped prisoners returned with four of them, of whom Hooja was one. Dian and two others had eluded them. It so happened that Hooja was confined in the same building with us. He told Ghak that he had not seen Dian or the others after releasing them within the dark grotto. What had become of them he had not the faintest conception—they might be wandering yet, lost within the labyrinthine tunnel, if not dead from starvation.
I was now still further apprehensive as to the fate of Dian, and at this time, I imagine, came the first realization that my affection for the girl might be prompted by more than friendship. During my waking hours she was constantly the subject of my thoughts, and when I slept her dear face haunted my dreams. More than ever was I determined to escape the Mahars.
We are committed to remaining by his side as a family for our champion.
At Liverpool, Klopp should get time to fix this team and replace parts to build his own side. Winning this season, however, would be the best advertisement for bringing in quality players over the summer. Qualifying for the Champions League would certainly help the cause.
On the pitch, though, Liverpool is further behind than the six points between it and league leader Manchester City or the three points separating the Reds from the final Champions League position. However, if Klopp manages to surpass expectations and snag a league title sooner rather than later, the « King of the Kop » would hardly be considered a « normal guy. »
I now screwed my eyes hard towards the half hidden image, feeling but ill at ease meantime—to see what was next to follow. First he takes about a double handful of shavings out of his grego pocket, and places them carefully before the idol; then laying a bit of ship biscuit on top and applying the flame from the lamp, he kindled the shavings into a sacrificial blaze. Presently, after many hasty snatches into the fire, and still hastier withdrawals of his fingers (whereby he seemed to be scorching them badly), he at last succeeded in drawing out the biscuit; then blowing off the heat and ashes a little, he made a polite offer of it to the little negro. But the little devil did not seem to fancy such dry sort of fare at all; he never moved his lips. All these strange antics were accompanied by still stranger guttural noises from the devotee, who seemed to be praying in a sing-song or else singing some pagan psalmody or other, during which his face twitched about in the most unnatural manner. At last extinguishing the fire, he took the idol up very unceremoniously, and bagged it again in his grego pocket as carelessly as if he were a sportsman bagging a dead woodcock.
The Chicago Cubs added yet another signature play to their morbid postseason history when reliever Trevor Cahill bounced in a curveball which escaped catcher.
It happened in the sixth inning, and while the Mets scored two more runs in the seventh who knows what direction the game goes if not for the third consecutive curveball thrown in the dirt which Montero had to block. He didn’t block it, as Yoenis Cespedes waltzed home to break a 2-2 tie. The play might not be in the « Bartman » category, but it was bad enough.
“It’s not a bad pitch,” Montero said after the 5-2 loss. “It seems so easy from the outside. ‘You have to block that ball.’ Yeah I know I have to block it. It’s not as easy as it looks.
“It hurts. How many blocks did I have previous to that? That one got by and it really, really bothered me. I can’t change that. It’s over. I have to move on.”
Whisper it not, and I will tell; with a treacherous hook and line, as the fowl floated on the sea.
And then the moonlight flooded the cave, and there before me lay my own body as it had been lying all these hours, with the eyes staring toward the open ledge and the hands resting limply upon the ground. I looked first at my lifeless clay there upon the floor of the cave and then down at myself in utter bewilderment; for there I lay clothed, and yet here I stood but naked as at the minute of my birth.
The transition had been so sudden and so unexpected that it left me for a moment forgetful of aught else than my strange metamorphosis. My first thought was, is this then death! Have I indeed passed over forever into that other life! But I could not well believe this, as I could feel my heart pounding against my ribs from the exertion of my efforts to release myself from the anaesthesis which had held me. My breath was coming in quick, short gasps, cold sweat stood out from every pore of my body, and the ancient experiment of pinching revealed the fact that I was anything other than a wraith.
Again was I suddenly recalled to my immediate surroundings by a repetition of the weird moan from the depths of the cave. Naked and unarmed as I was, I had no desire to face the unseen thing which menaced me.
My revolvers were strapped to my lifeless body which, for some unfathomable reason, I could not bring myself to touch. My carbine was in its boot, strapped to my saddle, and as my horse had wandered off I was left without means of defense.
Unable longer to resist the temptation to escape
This horrible place I leaped quickly
The crisp, fresh mountain air outside the cave acted as an immediate tonic and I felt new life and new courage coursing through me. Pausing upon the brink of the ledge I upbraided myself for what now seemed to me wholly unwarranted apprehension. I reasoned with myself that I had lain helpless for many hours within the cave, yet nothing had molested me, and my better judgment, when permitted the direction of clear and logical reasoning, convinced me that the noises I had heard must have resulted from purely natural and harmless causes; probably the conformation of the cave was such that a slight breeze had caused the sounds I heard.
I decided to investigate, but first I lifted my head to fill my lungs with the pure, invigorating night air of the mountains. As I did so I saw stretching far below me the beautiful vista of rocky gorge, and level, cacti-studded flat, wrought by the moonlight into a miracle of soft splendor and wondrous enchantment.
Few western wonders are more inspiring than the beauties of an Arizona moonlit landscape; the silvered mountains in the distance, the strange lights and shadows upon hog back and arroyo, and the grotesque details of the stiff, yet beautiful cacti form a picture at once enchanting and inspiring; as though one were catching for the first time a glimpse of some dead and forgotten world, so different is it from the aspect of any other spot upon our earth.
I decided to investigate, but first I lifted my head
Unable longer to resist the temptation to escape this horrible place I leaped quickly through the opening into the starlight of a clear Arizona night. The crisp, fresh mountain air outside the cave acted as an immediate tonic and I felt new life and new courage coursing through me. Pausing upon the brink of the ledge I upbraided myself for what now seemed to me wholly unwarranted apprehension.
Phutra when the Sagoths who had been sent to recapture.
I reasoned with myself that I had lain helpless for many hours within the cave, yet nothing had molested me, and my better judgment, when permitted the direction of clear and logical reasoning, convinced me that the noises I had heard must have resulted from purely natural and harmless causes; probably the conformation of the cave was such that a slight breeze had caused the sounds I heard.
I decided to investigate, but first I lifted my head to fill my lungs with the pure, invigorating night air of the mountains. As I did so I saw stretching far below me the beautiful vista of rocky gorge, and level, cacti-studded flat, wrought by the moonlight into a miracle of soft splendor and wondrous enchantment.
Few western wonders are more inspiring than the beauties of an Arizona moonlit landscape; the silvered mountains in the distance, the strange lights and shadows upon hog back and arroyo, and the grotesque details of the stiff, yet beautiful cacti form a picture at once enchanting and inspiring; as though one were catching for the first time a glimpse of some dead and forgotten world, so different is it from the aspect of any other spot upon our earth.
As I stood thus meditating, I turned my gaze from the landscape to the heavens where the myriad stars formed a gorgeous and fitting canopy for the wonders of the earthly scene. My attention was quickly riveted by a large red star close to the distant horizon. As I gazed upon it I felt a spell of overpowering fascination—it was Mars, the god of war, and for me, the fighting man, it had always held the power of irresistible enchantment. As I gazed at it on that far-gone night it seemed to call across the unthinkable void, to lure me to it, to draw me as the lodestone attracts a particle of iron.
The internal skeleton of every architectural wonder is a rarely seen yet necessary element, supplying the broad shoulders where the grand facade can rest.
That internal skeleton for the Kansas City Royals is with its bullpen, a group not only strong enough to help prop up the rest of the team, but talented and deep enough that even a straightforward manager like Ned Yost will adjust his sometimes rigid style to accommodate it.
Throughout these playoffs Yost has made nary a lineup change and when it’s time to go the bullpen, it’s usually to give his guys a full inning each. His talent pool dictates that a four-out save or a situational reliever is rarely necessary.
On Tuesday in Game 4 of the American League Championship Series, though, Yost showed a sense of urgency when his team had the potential to move one victory away from a second-consecutive World Series berth.
Thanks to five innings of underrated mop-up work from Kris Medlen during Monday’s 11-8 defeat to the Toronto Blue Jays, Yost had all of his late-inning arms lined up in a row, ready to back up starter Chris Young, who had not started since Oct. 2.
Browne Sanders made up her allegations against Thomas
The Money Quotes via Ben Golliver
I think they perceived that nothing was to be done for the present, and had gone away to breakfast at Henderson’s house. There were four or five boys sitting on the edge of the Pit, with their feet dangling, and amusing themselves–until I stopped them–by throwing stones at the giant mass. After I had spoken to them about it, they began playing at « touch » in and out of the group of bystanders. Among these were a couple of cyclists, a jobbing gardener I employed sometimes, a girl carrying a baby, Gregg the butcher and his little boy, and two or three loafers and golf caddies who were accustomed to hang about the railway station. There was very little talking. Few of the common people in England had anything but the vaguest astronomical ideas in those days. Most of them were staring quietly at the big table like end of the cylinder, which was still as Ogilvy and Henderson had left it.
I fancy the popular expectation of a heap of charred corpses was disappointed at this inanimate bulk. Some went away while I was there, and other people came. I clambered into the pit and fancied I heard a faint movement under my feet.
Our prime purpose in this life is to help others. And if you can’t help them, at least don’t hurt them.
It was only when I got thus close to it that the strangeness of this object was at all evident to me. At the first glance it was really no more exciting than an overturned carriage or a tree blown across the road. Not so much so, indeed. It looked like a rusty gas float. It required a certain amount of scientific education to perceive that the grey scale of the Thing was no common oxide, that the yellowish-white metal that gleamed in the crack between the lid and the cylinder had an unfamiliar hue.
Soon the crew came on board in two
Dorothy’s life became very sad as she grew to understand that it would be harder than ever to get back to Kansas and Aunt Em again. Sometimes she would cry bitterly for hours, with Toto sitting at her feet and looking into her face, whining dismally to show how sorry he was for his little mistress. Toto did not really care whether he was in Kansas or the Land of Oz so long as Dorothy was with him; but he knew the little girl was unhappy, and that made him unhappy too.
Now the Wicked Witch had a great longing to have for her own the Silver Shoes which the girl always wore. Her bees and her crows and her wolves were lying in heaps and drying up, and she had used up all the power of the Golden Cap; but if she could only get hold of the Silver Shoes, they would give her more power than all the other things she had lost. She watched Dorothy carefully, to see if she ever took off her shoes, thinking she might steal them. But the child was so proud of her pretty shoes that she never took them off except at night and when she took her bath. The Witch was too much afraid of the dark to dare go in Dorothy’s room at night to take the shoes, and her dread of water was greater than her fear of the dark, so she never came near when Dorothy was bathing. Indeed, the old Witch never touched water, nor ever let water touch her in any way.
But the wicked creature was very cunning, and she finally thought of a trick that would give her what she wanted. She placed a bar of iron in the middle of the kitchen floor, and then by her magic arts made the iron invisible to human eyes. So that when Dorothy walked across the floor she stumbled over the bar, not being able to see it, and fell at full length. She was not much hurt, but in her fall one of the Silver Shoes came off; and before she could reach it, the Witch had snatched it away and put it on her own skinny foot.
She waited for some time without hearing anything more: at last came a rumbling of little cartwheels, and the sound of a good many voices all talking together: she made out the words: ‘Where’s the other ladder?—Why, I hadn’t to bring but one; Bill’s got the other—Bill! fetch it here, lad!—Here, put ’em up at this corner. No, tie ’em together first—they don’t reach half high enough yet—Oh! they’ll do well enough; don’t be particular—Here, Bill! catch hold of this rope—Will the roof bear?—Mind that loose slate—Oh, it’s coming down! Heads below!’ (a loud crash)—’Now, who did that?—It was Bill, I fancy—Who’s to go down the chimney?—Nay, I shan’t! YOU do it!—That I won’t, then!—Bill’s to go down—Here, Bill! the master says you’re to go down the chimney!’
‘Oh! So Bill’s got to come down the chimney, has he?’ said Alice to herself. ‘Shy, they seem to put everything upon Bill! I wouldn’t be in Bill’s place for a good deal: this fireplace is narrow, to be sure; but I THINK I can kick a little!’
She drew her foot as far down the chimney as she could, and waited till she heard a little animal (she couldn’t guess of what sort it was) scratching and scrambling about in the chimney close above her: then, saying to herself ‘This is Bill,’ she gave one sharp kick, and waited to see what would happen next.
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