Do Seek Their Meet From God

There are many things to things to think about in the short story “Do Seek Their Meet from God”, by Sir Charles G.D.  The author writes from two points of view in the story; the perspective the man, and the perspective of the panthers. It is easy to sympathize with the man and the boy, as chances are if you can read the story, you are human. In the perspective of the boy and the man, the panthers are savage beasts who are about to kill a child. This naturally makes them the villains in the story. However, since the panthers are only satisfying their hunger and have hungry cubs to feed, it is also easy to be sympathetic to their cause. In the Bible, humans are held above all other creatures by God, and killing a family of panthers is nothing compared to a human life. In my opinion, since both the humans and the panthers live in the forest and depend solely on the forest for survival, I would have preferred for the son of the man to get killed and feed a whole family, than spare one child and have the panther parents die and their cubs starve to death. Even though they are panthers and not humans, they are creatures nature just like the humans in this story, and their lives should not be less important than that of one weak little boy.

Love

Love

The warm summer breeze brings forth the aroma of pine needles and sap

It wafts over me and fills my lungs with pristine, wonderfully fresh air

Gulping in the scent selfishly, I try to enjoy the moment and make it last

Everything is in slow motion; nothing matters but the sound of wind rustling the leaves

The sun’s radiance warms the skin and puts me in a happy stupor

A drawn out loon call carries through the air, the echoes dispersing across the wilderness

The sound of the water rushing over rocks adds a joyous repetition that puts me in a trance

The sun sets over the hills, and the for a short time the sky is alit with a red glow

The chirping of crickets announces the arrival of night

An infinite amount of stars illuminate the sky, every single one seen clearly through the non-polluted atmosphere

A natural calm settles over me and the world is all quiet, save for the sound of crickets

I stay in this happy, uninterrupted bliss for hours on end, feeling perfect down to the very core

I feel so small, overlooking the moon and the countless stars

The world seems so beautiful and so vast, that it’s funny to think of all the trivial things that take up my time in the city

It’s better to just lie here and admire nature

My love of nature has always been with me even when I was young

Nature’s call is powerful and I am constantly drawn towards it

Nothing beats nature’s sights, sounds, and smells which continue to be destroyed by humanity

Too few places now have the mystical power that continues to draw myself and countless others back towards nature’s warm embrace

One thing is for certain

Nature is my true love

  

 

The Physical Side Of Life

Being active and physical are things that are very important to me. I haven't always been like this however as I was very lazy as a child. I had a mostly sedentary existence apart from an hour a week of soccer which was not nearly enough to be fit and healthy. I would sit inside, watching tv or reading a book more often than not; with no inclination of going outside. I had a very sedentary upbringing as none of my family did any sports or was active in any way. I am still to this day angry that my parents didn't sign me up for enough sports. I was an overweight, lazy kid. I was very involved in singing and I read lots of books, but sports didn't really interest me all that much. This trend would continue until I moved to Vancouver and discovered tennis at the age of 12. Not surprisingly, I discovered tennis while watching tv. I was instantly taken by watching the professional tennis players play on tv, and I wanted to try this sport for myself. My parents signed me up for lessons and I loved it every time I went. It was at this time that I made the transition from a sedentary to a physical person. I suddenly longed for the  outdoors, playing with my friends outside and playing lots of sports. When it rained, I would play tennis indoors and enjoy the thrill of physical exertion. My love of physical activity and the outdoors blossomed with each coming day. I went on canoe trips during the summer that pushed my endurance to the limit and went to summer camp each summer. I continue to enjoy the physical side of life more than ever. It's so much more rewarding to come through a hard two hours of tennis than to stay home and go on the computer or watch tv. I must admit I still do a fair bit of that, but I enjoy being physically active much more than being sedentary. When I'm sitting in a math class bored out of my wits, I yearn for freedom of the outdoors. I wish I could just run until I'm spent and escape the prison of the math classroom. I have made a huge transformation as I've grown up by being more physical, and I much prefer this to a sedentary existence. It's a very important part of my life and I hope others will discover the wonders of physical activity and the outdoors, just as I have.

Journal #10

            School once again started and life seemed dull in the confines of the classroom. I missed Dill and the fun Dill, Jem and I used to have before the trial. Jem and I still walked past Radley place every day to catch glimpses of the mysterious Boo, unfortunately to no avail. Bob Ewell lost his job and seemed to blame everyone involved in the trial for his misfortunes. He broke into Judge Tailor’s house and started tormenting the widow of Tom Robinson. He stopped after being threatened that he would be arrested for his bad behaviour, but he was still not to be trusted.

            In the meantime, the town organised a Halloween party and Jem and I went. We were walking home after the party when Jem heard a noise behind us. A man started running toward us and I fell down while running. The attacker broke Jem’s arm and was about to hurt me when he was pulled away. I ran home and saw that Jem was alright but that the attacker, Bob Ewell was dead. It turns out that Boo saved us from Mr. Ewell but stabbed him in the process. To save Boo from being convicted, the sheriff pretended that Ewell had slipped on his own knife. I realised that Boo was not an evil monster but a kind soul who only wanted to help. The death of Bob Ewell marked the end to the aftermaths of the trial and we could finally get on with our lives.

Journal #9

            All Spirits were low the morning after the trial. Dried tears were still visible on Jem’s cheeks and everyone was in a sour mood. My spirits were heightened when a spectacular amount of food was taken into the house by Maycomb’s community. They were thanking Atticus for what he did for them but yet the hurt of losing the trial was still vivid in the memories of everyone in the household.

            That morning, Bob Ewell spat on Atticus and swore revenge because he felt like they disgraced his family. Everyone was scared about what Bob Ewell would do to them except for Atticus who thought that Ewell had got it all out of his system after he confronted him. That was unfortunately not the case. Atticus said that if Robinson lost his case, he would likely go to the electric chair. There was still the slight chance that Tom Robinson would be pardoned but that might have been too much to hope for in the south.

            Later in August, things got even worse. Atticus broke the horrible news to everyone in the household that Tom Robinson had tried to escape from prison and was shot seventeen times. This was so sad because now there was no hope of Mr. Robinson ever returning to his family. This was the gossip of the town for several days until Maycomb returned to its quiet, slow moving ways. The death of Mr. Robinson marked the end to quite an emotionally trying summer with much drama.

Journal #8

            We had quite the scare when Atticus was standing watch at the town jail. A group of men drove up in cars and confronted Atticus. They demanded that Atticus open the door to the jail but Atticus refused. Sensing that Atticus was in danger, I ran out with Jem and Dill from where we were previously hiding to come to Atticus’s aid. Atticus told us to go home but Jem wouldn’t budge. I recognised Mr. Cunningham in the crowd and I asked him how he was and to say Hey to his son for me. Hearing my voice and knowing that I was his son’s friend must have made him have a change of heart because he told all the men to go away and the men reluctantly left. I felt proud that I was able to help Atticus.

            The trial started several days later and people from all over the county showed up. Jem, Dill and I waited until most people were seated so we could sneak into the courtroom without Atticus noticing. We came to late however so the only place left was the balcony where the black people had to sit. This turned out to be very good because we could see the entire courtroom from the balcony. We watched the trial and with each statement Atticus’s defense seemed stronger and stronger. There was almost no physical evidence against the black man Tom Robinson and much more evidence to support that Bob Ewell had beat his daughter. Nevertheless, the case continued for many long hours. I was sure that Atticus would win the trial since Tom Robinson was clearly innocent but still the case went on. I listened on the balcony to what Mr. Ewell had to say and he seemed like the most unpleasant of characters. When it was finally time for Tom Robinson to speak, his story seemed much more truthful than that of the Ewells. To my disbelief, Mr. Gilmer accused Tom Robinson of lying about everything. Atticus discovered that we were in the courtroom so he sent us home before the verdict was read. We found out later that Tom had been called guilty and Jem, Dill and I were devastated.

            

Journal #7

          Jem has been more and more annoying lately. We used to spend time together at school but now at twelve he told me to stop pestering him and to spend time with the people my age. I was very taken aback by this as we have always spent time together but I guess He just got tired of having his kid sister around. To make things worse, Dill wrote to say that he won’t be coming to Macomb this summer as he said he would be spending time with his new father and his family.

            Atticus had to travel to the state capital this week because of some type of new law or legislature or something, I’m not quite sure about these things. Calpurnia took us to her church which was very different from Maycomb’s town church but still very interesting. I learned that Bob Ewell had accused Tom Robinson and I didn’t know why anyone would listen to the Ewells. When Jem and I returned home, we discovered Dill hiding under the bed. He ran away from home because his parents weren’t paying enough attention to him. I would never run away from home but then again Dill is very adventurous. Naturally I was very happy that Dill came to Maycomb since we hadn’t seen him for a long time. We had to tell Atticus that Dill was at the house but Atticus was very reasonable and let Dill stay.

Journal #6

            Atticus made me promise that I would not fight on his behalf but my temper did get the better of me when I was talking with Francis. He called Atticus a Nigger lover and I couldn’t hold back my rage so I hit him. It’s just not fair that no one has supported Atticus. He did the right thing by taking on Mr. Robinson’s case but because Atticus has chosen to support a black man, the whole town has forgotten that Atticus is a prominent and well respected member of the town. I heard Atticus talking to Uncle Jack and he said that Tom Robinson was innocent but doomed because of the colour of his skin. When I heard that I felt confused because I didn’t understand how he could be made guilty if the black man was innocent. I hope that Atticus will win the case. He is the best Lawyer in the county after all!

            Atticus may be older than a lot of fathers in Maycomb, and he may not be able to fish and hunt, but Atticus really surprised us the other day. There was a mad dog in Maycomb and when it passed near our house, Atticus borrowed a gun from the sheriff and shot it point blank. I never knew that Atticus could do anything else but read and be philosophical until that incident with the dog. Jem wanted to brag to the whole town!  

Journal #5

            Summer ended and it was once again time for school to dampen my days. Dill departed Maycomb and it was back to the slow moving, boredom filled days of school. Second grade started just as I had expected and instead of learning new and exciting things it was back to the basics, again. One day after school, Jem and I decided to swing by the knot hole again. We discovered another gift by whom we expected was none other than Boo Radley.

            The gifts kept on coming. First we got a ball of twine, than two soap sculptures that resembled me and Jem, followed by chewing gum, a spelling bee medal, and a pocket watch. I thought there was no end to these gifts until Jem and I discovered one day that the hole had been cemented shut. Upon further inquiry, we discerned that the hole was filled by Nathan Radley, who said he had done so because the tree was dying.

            There were many important events that winter. One, it snowed in Maycomb. This was great fun because school was closed and Jem and I got to play in the snow. The second event was not fun at all. Miss Maudie’s house burned down. I was woken up by Atticus the night of the fire and we all went outside. While looking at the roaring flames and the remains of Miss Maudie’s house, I felt someone drape a blanket over my shoulders. I didn’t think much of it at the time but Jem figured out that it must have been Boo. I was terrified that Boo was standing so close behind me without my knowledge.

            Something that really changed our family and how people thought of us was when Atticus was asked to defend a black man by the name of Tom Robinson. The black man was accused of raping a white woman but there was very little evidence to support this. I asked Atticus why he needed to take the case after I was being bullied at school because of the trial and he said that he must defend the black to uphold his sense of justice and self-respect.   

Journal #4

            We had quite a scare Dill, Jem and I, when we snuck onto the Radley property. We snuck around the outside of the house, peering in windows as we went. We nearly jumped strait out of our skins when we saw a shadow of a man with a hat from the other side of the shutters. We ran like our tails were set ablaze and we heard the sound of gunfire not far behind us. We slid under the fence but Jem’s pants got stuck and he was forced to leave them behind. Jem didn’t really care at that time seeing as he nearly fainted at the sight of that shadow. We booked it all the way home.

 Jem had to lie to Atticus about why his pants were gone, saying that he’d lost them in a game of strip poker. The neighbours all believed that the gunshots were those of Nathan Radley shooting at a Negro on his lawn but little did they know he was shooting at us. Ashamed that his pants were gone and to get back into Atticus’s good books, Jem returned to get his pants that night, only to find that they had been mended and lay folded on the fence. Jem was so terrified he was pale for the next day and hardly spoke. We figured out later that it must have been Boo who mended the pants and the thought of that sent chills down my spine. Boo was the most mysterious entity in Maycomb and this was proof that he existed. My curiosity about Boo Radley only heightened after this revelation. 

             

Journal #3

            I spoke to Atticus about how I hated school and that he should teach me instead. I thought this was a grand idea but unfortunately Atticus didn’t think the same. He said that it was law that I go to school but I argued that the Ewells didn’t go to school so why should I? Atticus would not budge however so I’m stuck at school for the next few years of my life. The first day felt like an eternity and I didn’t know how I could bear much more of it. Atticus did say that he would continue reading to me as long as Miss Caroline wasn’t aware of it so at least there was a silver lining to my predicament.

            Atticus continued his teachings, but this was just a small comfort compared to the horror of school. School went by sluggishly, the curriculum much too easy for me. I was far more literate than most of my classmates and we crept through the year at what I felt to be a snail’s pace. One day after school I discovered a knothole covered in tin foil in one of the Radley’s Oak trees. I discovered 2 pieces of chewing gum, in relatively good condition. I eagerly popped them in my mouth and they tasted alright, despite the belief that most things at the Radley place were poisonous. When I told Jem of my delicious treat and where I found it he was horrified and made me spit it out. The flavour in the gum was long gone by this point so I wasn’t all that angry.

            School ended at last and Jem and I returned to the knothole. We were surprised to find two Indian head pennies under the foil and with the expression, “finders’ keepers” implanted in our minds, we snatched the pennies. Dill returned to Maycomb several days later and we gladly resumed our games together. Dill had an obsession with Boo Radley and Radley place. Despite the prodding of Atticus to stop sending Boo messages and disturbing the man, Dill was set on peeking through the shutters of the mysterious house. Dill, Jem and I have decided to accompany him and we are planning to go tomorrow on Dill’s last day in Maycomb.

Scout’s Journal #2

This summer had been one of the greatest summers ever! Jem, Dill and I had been acting out plays and having a good all time for many weeks. Acting out plays were always fun when Jem and I did them but Dill made it even more fun. It was great having a third person for the plays and Dill is an excellent actor. Well summer was fantastic and positively breezed by but I was even more excited for my first day of school. Jem had told me all about it and it sounded fantastic. Atticus had been teaching me for years now but now I could finally unlock my potential and learn with people my age. I loved to read and school seemed to be the perfect place for me. I couldn’t wait for school to start.

 My dreams were unfortunately dashed when I entered the classroom for the first time. My teacher wasn’t from around these parts and didn’t know the ways of the town. At lunch time, the teacher insisted that Walter Cunningham borrow money from her when she saw he didn’t have a lunch. She didn’t understand that the Cunninghams were poor and didn’t borrow money from nobody. When I explained this to her she was very angry and I didn’t know why. I was just trying to help. To make things worse, she was also angry that I knew how to read. Atticus had been reading to me for a long time now and of course I had picked up a few things.

My teacher insisted that she be the one to teach us and that Atticus was not a teacher and didn’t know how to teach. Not only did she not want me to display all my skills in class, she also forbade from learning from Atticus. Atticus reading to me was one of my favourite pass times and I was furious that he could no longer teach me. Jem says that my teacher is trying to teach in a new way and that this teaching system is spreading throughout the school. Well I certainly don’t like her teaching and my resolution is to ask Atticus’s advice.

Scout’s Journal #1

 Hi, my name is Scout. I’m gonna be keeping a journal from now on. Atticus says that it’s that writing down your experiences is good so you can remember them later in the future. Atticus says that he wishes that he had done so because he doesn’t remember that much about his childhood. I’m not old like him so I don’t have to worry about forgetting too much but I have forgotten some things. For example I don’t remember much about my mother. Atticus doesn’t like to talk about her too much and Jem finds it painful to do so as well. I wish I could remember more about her but I was very young when she died. I feel sad that she’s not here with Atticus, Jem and I. Oh well I guess I’ve got Calpurnia. But she is terribly bossy!

Anyway, I’ve been very bored this summer but today finally something interesting happened. Jem and I were just outside when we saw a little boy in the bushes. He introduced himself as Dill. He’s come to stay with his Aunt Miss Rachel for the summer. He seems nice enough. Dill’s funny, likes acting, and has all kinds of stories from the outside world! He’s seen all kinds of shows and movie pictures, even Dracula! Dill lives next door so Jem and I have someone new to play with. The summer is gonna be much more fun now that Dill’s here. I can’t wait!