[76414] in Daily_Rumour
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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (TedsWoodWork)
Sat Dec 9 12:49:30 2023
Date: Sat, 9 Dec 2023 11:49:25 -0600
From: "TedsWoodWork" <tedswoodwork@prosperforum.digital>
Reply-To: "TedsSheds" <tedswoodwork@prosperforum.digital>
To: <rumour-mtg@bloom-picayune.mit.edu>
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<p>I screwed up.</p>
<p>Yesterday, I sent an email telling you about <a href="http://prosperforum.digital/ttNxzCAEDytmeax3XXtNvld1n05pJnIKG3l8H3FZsIOfzH0"> <b>TedsWoodworking collection of 16,000 plans</b></a></p>
<p>Bad news is, I must have underestimated the amount of people who wanted to get in ... because Ted's server actually fell over.</p>
<p>So to those who wanted to sign up (but couldn't) ... I am very sorry you got a '404 page error'.</p>
<p>This is due to an overload of traffic to the webpage that caused it to go down...</p>
<p>However as his way of apologizing, Ted has informed me that he will extend the offer for 1 more day.</p>
<p>For those of you who missed out,<a href="http://prosperforum.digital/ttNxzCAEDytmeax3XXtNvld1n05pJnIKG3l8H3FZsIOfzH0"> <b> click here to access TedsWoodworking now </b></a></p>
<p>Again, this offer will end at midnight tonight.</p>
<p><a href="http://prosperforum.digital/ttNxzCAEDytmeax3XXtNvld1n05pJnIKG3l8H3FZsIOfzH0"><img src="http://prosperforum.digital/c49e0d8d49ad93dd8a.jpg" /></a></p>
<p>If you really want to get your hands on 16,000 projects (and I'm guessing you do or you wouldn't have even visited the site), then you should grab it right now.</p>
<p>Remember, not only will it give you step by step instructions on whatever you're working on, but it will also give you tons of ideas for your next woodworking project.</p>
<p>=><a href="http://prosperforum.digital/ttNxzCAEDytmeax3XXtNvld1n05pJnIKG3l8H3FZsIOfzH0"> <b> So order NOW before the discount expires tonight.</b></a></p>
<p>Thank you for your time and patience. Fingers crossed my servers hold up this time : )</p>
<p>Best regards,<br />
Peter Kessler</p>
<p>P.S: This is your last chance to grab all 16,000 plans at this discount price. I've been told that Ted will only extend this offer until midnight tonight and this offer will NOT be repeated again.</p>
<p>No pressure or anything but if you miss this out, you'll have to pay full price in future.</p>
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<td><span style=" padding:0px; padding:0px;color:#ffffff; font-size:11px; line-height:-1px">slashed him and got away. Then Buck took to rushing, as though for the throat, when, suddenly drawing back his head and curving in from the side, he would drive his shoulder at the shoulder of Spitz, as a ram by which to overthrow him. But instead, Buck’s shoulder was slashed down each time as Spitz leaped lightly away. Spitz was untouched, while Buck was streaming with blood and panting hard. The fight was growing desperate. And all the while the silent and wolfish circle waited to finish off whichever dog went down. As Buck grew winded, Spitz took to rushing, and he kept him staggering for footing. Once Buck went over, and the whole circle of sixty dogs started up; but he recovered himself, almost in mid air, and the circle sank down again and waited. But Buck possessed a quality that made for greatness—imagination. He fought by instinct, but he could fight by head as well. He rushed, as though</span><br />
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<span style=" padding:0px; padding:0px;color:#ffffff; font-size:11px; line-height:-1px">attempting the old shoulder trick, but at the last instant swept low to the snow and in. His teeth closed on Spitz’s left fore leg. There was a crunch of breaking bone, and the white dog faced him on three legs. Thrice he tried to knock him over, then repeated the trick and broke the right fore leg. Despite the pain and helplessness, Spitz struggled madly to keep up. He saw the silent circle, with gleaming eyes, lolling tongues, and silvery breaths drifting upward, closing in upon him as he had seen similar circles close in upon beaten antagonists in the past. Only this time he was the one who was beaten. There was no hope for him. Buck was inexorable. Mercy was a thing reserved for gentler climes. He manœuvred for the final rush. The circle had tightened till he could feel the breaths of the huskies on his flanks. He could see them, beyond Spitz and to either side, half crouching for the spring, their eyes fixed upon him. </span><br />
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<span style=" padding:0px; padding:0px;color:#ffffff; font-size:11px; line-height:-1px">A pause seemed to fall. Every animal was motionless as though turned to stone. Only Spitz quivered and bristled as he staggered back and forth, snarling with horrible menace, as though to frighten off impending death. Then Buck sprang in and out; but while he was in, shoulder had at last squarely met shoulder. The dark circle became a dot on the moon-flooded snow as Spitz disappeared from view. Buck stood and looked on, the successful champion, the dominant primordial beast who had made his kill and found it good. Chapter IV. Who Has Won to Mastership “Eh? Wot I say? I spik true w’en I say dat Buck two devils.” This was François’s speech next morning when he discovered Spitz missing and Buck covered with wounds. He drew him to the fire and by its light pointed them out. “Dat Spitz fight lak hell,” said Perrault, as he surveyed the gaping rips and cuts. </span><br />
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<span style=" padding:0px; padding:0px;color:#ffffff; font-size:11px; line-height:-1px">“An’ dat Buck fight lak two hells,” was François’s answer. “An’ now we make good time. No more Spitz, no more trouble, sure.” While Perrault packed the camp outfit and loaded the sled, the dog-driver proceeded to harness the dogs. Buck trotted up to the place Spitz would have occupied as leader; but François, not noticing him, brought Sol-leks to the coveted position. In his judgment, Sol-leks was the best lead-dog left. Buck sprang upon Sol-leks in a fury, driving him back and standing in his place. “Eh? eh?” François cried, slapping his thighs gleefully. “Look at dat Buck. Heem keel dat Spitz, heem t’ink to take de job.” “Go ’way, Chook!” he cried, but Buck refused to budge. He took Buck by the scruff of the neck, and though the dog growled threateningly, dragged him to one side and replaced Sol-leks. The old dog did not like it, and showed plainly that he was afraid of Buck. François was obdurate, but when he turned his back Buck again displaced Sol-leks, who was not at all unwilling to go. </span><br />
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<span style=" padding:0px; padding:0px;color:#ffffff; font-size:11px; line-height:-1px">Spitz was a practised fighter. From Spitzbergen through the Arctic, and across Canada and the Barrens, he had held his own with all manner of dogs and achieved to mastery over them. Bitter rage was his, but never blind rage. In passion to rend and destroy, he never forgot that his enemy was in like passion to rend and destroy. He never rushed till he was prepared to receive a rush; never attacked till he had first defended that attack. In vain Buck strove to sink his teeth in the neck of the big white dog. Wherever his fangs struck for the softer flesh, they were countered by the fangs of Spitz. Fang clashed fang, and lips were cut and bleeding, but Buck could not penetrate his enemy’s guard. Then he warmed up and enveloped Spitz in a whirlwind of rushes. Time and time again he tried for the snow-white throat, where life bubbled near to the surface, and each time and every time Spitz </span><br />
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