Bow and arrow

Do they have to be used to maintain their quality?

No. No. Bows are crazy.

It's one of the, maybe the only piece of woodcraft where the craftsman has to work at the edge of the wood's ability to stay together.

So when you're making a chair, you know your chair is gonna sit there and needs to hold the wood on it, but it's not gonna change proportions.

Yeah.

Why didn't you tell me to get him with Bow Range? You're the hunter that's supposed to know about waiting for animals to bed down.

Dude, you told me you had to have the patience.

Instead, Cliff was like, oh,

The wafting winds so winsome urged their way, as though the smiling heavens dear friends defended, serene the welkin and the lucid day dawned sans a cloud nor aught of risk pretended.

Astern the leek-green point of Proson lay An olden name where Ethiop coast extended When ocean, opening broad, a vista showed Of islets fondled by the circling flood Vasco da Gama, valiant capitain For daring do the noblest volunteer Of notable courage and of noble strain Whom smile of constant fortune loved to cheer Seeth no reason why he should remain Where shows the shore like desert, dark and drear Once more determined he to tempt the sea But as he willed, fortune nil'd it be For look! appeareth a flotilla yonder Mosquito craft that cleave the rolling tide And with their flowing sails the surges sunder From the small island next the continent side The crews rejoicing, in their hope and wonder Could gaze on nought save what their hearts had joyed "Who may be these?" each asked him in amaze "What lobby theirs, what ruler, what their ways?" The boats appeared in a manner new Long-built and narrow-beamed, for swiftness planned Masts were the wings wherewith they lightly flew From certain palm-fronds wove by cunning hand The people wore that veritable hue Phaeton's boon to many a burning land When worked his rashness on the world such ills So Patus' nose and Lampethusa fields They come costumed all in cotton gear Of hues contrasting, striped, checked and white One zone-girt cloth around the waist they wear Other they throw on back in airy plight Above the waistband each brown form is bare Dak-targe and match-et are their arms of fight School-cap on head, and, as they wend their way Shriek shrilly shawms and harsh-voiced trumpets bray Waving their raiment and their hands they signed The Lusitanian folk to wait a while But are like proors their course had now inclined To strike where sheltered by the nearest isle Soldiers and sailors in one toil conjoined As though were here the period of their toil They take in sail, and strike the lofty spear And ocean, anchorsmid, froths high in air Nor had they anchored when the stranger race The shrouds up-swarming, ready footing gained Joyous they clustered, glad of jasmin face Our captain gracious greetings gives unfeigned He bids, incontinent, the board to grace With vinous liquor, firstly nails drained They crown the crystal cups, the proffered wine Phaeton's scorched folk nowise decline A-feasting cheery all the guests inquired In Arab language whence had come their hosts Who were they, where their land, what they desired What seas their keels had cut, and conned what coasts The valiant Lucians answered with required Discretion and eschewing foolish boasts "We are the Occidental Portuguese And seeking Orient lands we sail the seas We now have coasted, running ocean o'er Callisto's arctic and the antarctic lands Our course hath circled Afric's winding shore Strange skies exploring and yet stranger strands Ours is a potent king, loved evermore And we so prize his praise and his commands With mean ride joyful, not the sea and sky But even Acheron lake we dare defy And wend we seeking, by his royal will Where farthest Indus watereth Eastern plain For him through wild wide waves we hoist the sail Where ugly seals and orcs deform the main But reason tells us that ye may not fail To answer, and of truth your souls befeign Who are ye, what this land wherein ye won And sign of India is to you beknown?" "We live," an island man thus answering said "Aliens in land and law and eke in blood Where native races are by nature bred A lawless, loutish and unreasoned brood We hold his certain law, that holy seed Springing from Abrant's loins who hath subdued The nations subject to his signory true By sire a Gentile and by mother Jew This little island where we now abide Of all this seaboard is the one sure place For every merchantman that stems the tide From Quiloa or Sofala or Mombaz Here, as tis necessary, long we've tried To house and home us like its proper race And fine, to find you with the facts you seek Man calls our little island Mozambique And, as far-faring now ye come to view Indic Hiddaspus and his burning bour Hence ye shall bear a pilot, sure and true Whose skill the safest guidance shall afford 'Twere also well, ere you your toils renew Victual to ship, and let our island lord Who governeth this island, his guests behold And stock with needed store each empty hold." His speech thus spake the Moor, and took his leave He and his mini where the battle'd lay Formal farewells to chief and crews he gave Exchanging congees with due courtesy Now weary Phoebus in the western wave Had stalled the crystal chariot of the day And gave his bright-brow'd sister charge to loom The vast of earth while lasted nightly bloom Aboard the wayworn fleet blithe sped the night In careless joyance recking nought of fear For the far land which long had scaped their sight At length gave tidings, and at last lay near Now to take notice 'gins each curious wight Of the strange people's manners, ways and gear And much they marvelled how the sect misguided Where earth's broad surface far and wide abided Reigned Luna's radiance shedding rutalent showers O'er Neptune's wavelets tipped with silver sheen And like the May-mead flagged with daisy flowers Sprent with its sparkling stars the sky was seen The blustering storm-wind slept in distant bowers Entres obscure in regions peregrine Yet on D'Armada's decks a weapon guard Kept as so long they wont good watch and ward But when Aurora with her marquetry 'Gains threw the glorious honours of her head O'er the clear heavens and ope the ruddy way To bright Hyperion rising from his bed Leaf is the fleet to dress in brave array Of flags and goodly awnings gay to spread That all may greet with holiday and hail That island lord who came with flowing sail He came right merrily o'er the main And sought to view our nimble Lusitanian fleet Bringing his country-cates, for 'twas his thought In the fierce foreigner perchance to meet The race inhuman which have ever fought To change its Caspian caves for happier seat In Asian continent, and, by will divine Of rule imperial robbed Constantine With glad reception our commander meets The Moorish chieftain and his whole convoy Whom with a gift of richest gear he greets Whereof a store was shipped for such employ He gives him rich conserves, he gives rare treats The liquors hot which fill man's heart with joy Good be the gifts the Moor contented thinks But more the sweetmeats prizes, most the drinks The sailor people, sprung from Lusa's blood In wondering clusters to the red line clung Noting the stranger's novel mode and mood With his so barbarous and perplexed tongue Some time the wily Moor confused stood Eyeing the garb, the hue, the fleet, the throng And asked, with questions manifold assailing If they from Turkey land perchance were hailing He further tells them how he longs to see What books their credence, law and faith contain If these conforming with his own agree Or were, as well he weened, of Christian grain Nay more, that hidden nought from him may be He prayed the captain would be pleased t'ordain That be displayed every poise and arm Wherewith the foreigners work their foemen harm To this the doughty chieftain deals reply Through wounded obscure jargon knowing well Illustrious signor, I fain will try All of ourselves, our arms are creed to tell Nor of the country kith or kin am I Of irksome races that in Turkey dwell My home is warlike Europe and I wend Seeking the far-famed lands or farthest ind I hold the law of one by worlds obeyed By visible things and things invisible He who the hemispheres from nought hath made With sentient things and things insensible Who with vituperate foul reproach arrayed Was doomed to suffer death insufferable And who in fine by heaven to earth was given That men through him might rise from earth to heaven Of this God-man most highest, infinite The books thou wouldst behold I have not brought We stand excused of bringing what men write On paper when in sprites is written wrought But an with weapons wouldst refresh thy sight As thou hast asked, I deny thee not Of friend to friends I show them and I vow Ne'er wouldst be shown their temper as my foe This said, he bids his armourers diligent Bring arms and armour for the Moorman viewer Come sheeny harness, corselets lucident The fine-wove mail-coat and plate-armour sure Shields decorated with scutcheons different Bullets and spingards, vice-brooks temper pure Bows, quivers furnished with the grinded pile The sharp-edged partisan, the good brown bill Brought are the fiery bombs while they prepare Sulphurous stink-pots and grenades afire But then of Vulcan biddeth he to spare Their dread artillery belching flames in ire Naught they that gentle generous spirit care With fear the few and fearful folk to inspire And right his reasoning, 'twere both too cheap To play the lion on the silly sheep But from whate'er the observant Moorman heard And from whate'er his prying glance could see A settled deadly hate his spirit stirred And evil crave of treacherous cowardry No sign of change he showed in jest or word But with a gay and gallant feigning he Vowed in looks and words to treat them fair Till deeds his daring purpose could declare The captain prayed him pilots to purvey His squadron far as Indian shore to guide So should with wealthy hire and worthy pay The labour's toil and moil be gratified Promised the Moorman sorely led astray By venomous heart and with such poison pride That death in place of pilot at that hour His hand had given and it had the power So hot that hatred, sharp that enmity Wherewith his spirit 'gainst his guests was fraught That knew them followers of that verity By the seed of David to our fathers taught O darkling secret of eternity Whereof man's judgment may encompass nought Why should they never lack perfidious foe Whose such fair symbols of thy friendship show At length surrounded by his crafty crew The treacherous Moorman from our ships took leave An all-bestowing belaquoil and true With fair glad phrase designed to deceive Soon o'er the narrow wave his barquements flew, And landing safely from Neptunian wave, The Moor man, whom his suit of sepulchres greet, Regained his homestead and his wonted seed.

From either's radiant seat, Thebes' mighty son, The god to mothered, sprung from father die, Seeing the Lucian host had straight begun The Moor man's hate and horror to defy, Fixed every project some foul feet upon By which the stranger host might surely die.

And while the plot his spirit importuned, Thus in soliloquy the god communed.