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Title
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Scottsbluff Narratives, 1936_032
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Alternative Title
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1936 Scottsbluff Narratives
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Date
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1936
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Creator
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Frank Shoemaker
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Description
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Frank Shoemaker - Sandhills Narratives
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Identifier
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321301
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Transcription
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5 laced knee-boots on occasion; socks, shirts, extra trousers, a dozen handkerchiefs, a rubber blanket to protect photographic destructibles if rain comes; shaving equipment (for I loathe whiskers, and most folk who wear them); lotions for sunburn, cuts, bruises, poison ivy; a first-aid kit with a dozen components; formalin, alcohol, glycerine, chloretone, for various collecting, and a score of varied bottles ; potassium permanganate for the long- sought snake-bite, and a sterilized blade to slice myself with; potassium cyanide for collecting tiger-beetles and butterflies, with boxes for their transport and a net for their capture; thermometer, compass, steel measuring tape, tweezers, scalpels, needles and thread, 1-100th inch calipers; notebooks, maps, pages and pages of data; hunting knife, screw driver (for the camera) , pencils, color-key showing 1100 kinds of complexion! And plenty else; the full list would wabble you on your foundation! - The damned things (and I use the mildest descriptive term) weighs over 20 30 pounds. I swing it over my right shoulder (my left won't work! it simply goes along, for an outing!) - and the belts cut notches in my skeleton. Lordy, how I hate it! But I may need every ounce which punishes me. My right shoulder goes black-and-blue, and aches a heap but, as the New State of Things is continuous, the next day adds to the upset. The third day finds me battered and blistered - of woozy mental state - using all the bad words gleaned on three coasts and two borders! . . . But that is the crisis; after a week, I am immune; even a doubling of the load wouldn't matter much - provided that I were allowed to crab about it! I end a thirty-mile day happy and relatively human, instead of inclined to gnaw the bones of any bystander ! Me - poor oaf - elected to mostly indoors instead of a nomadic life (why wasn't I hatched a Cheyenne, I dunno?) - me, after a week of punishment - ivy poisoning, bee stings, mosquito bites, the harassment of deer-flies and gnats, perhaps too ardent sun-kiss on a limb exposed beyond reason to the ultra-
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Rights
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To inquire about usage, please contact Archives & Special Collections, University of Nebraska-Lincoln Libraries. These images are for educational use only. Not all images are available for publication.
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