The Book of Archery: Being the Complete History and Practice of the Art, Ancient and Modern...

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H. G. Bohn, 1841 - HISTORY - 456 pages
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In the Paleolithic era, over 250,000 years ago, archery was invented. With bows and arrows made from wood (mostly pine), archery was presumably used only for hunting. As technology advanced, stone arrowheads were fashioned on the ends of arrows, making them more effective. Archery arrived in the Americas around 2,500 BC. While archery was mostly used for hunting, the tribes of the Southern United States created a game that involved shooting arrows into a moving hoop. The Indian tribes of the Great Plains were the first to become adept at archery on horseback. During the Iron Age, Babylonians and Assyrians used archery in warfare. Just as Native American tribes learned to perfect archery on horses, these peoples became skilled in archery on moving war chariots. Into the Middle Ages, European warfare relied heavily on both skilled and unskilled archers. Implementing mass archery tactics during the Crusades, the English invented their own bow, the English long bow, one of the most popular styles to this day. Today, archery is an Olympic sporting event, a skill used in recreational hunting, and somewhat of a lost art. Recently, archery has become a bit of a fad in America and the United Kingdom because of the rise in popular culture of archers like Robin Hood, Green Arrow and The Hunger Games' Katniss Everdeen.
 

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Page 202 - They now to fight are gone, Armour on armour shone, Drum now to drum did groan, To hear was wonder ; That with the cries they make, The very earth did shake, Trumpet to trumpet spake, Thunder to thunder.
Page 201 - Which he neglects the while As from a nation vile, Yet with an angry smile Their fall portending. And turning to his men, Quoth our brave Henry then, ' Though they to one be ten, Be not amazed. Yet have we well begun, Battles so bravely won Have ever to the sun By fame been raised. And for myself...
Page 203 - And forth their bilbos drew, And on the French they flew, Not one was tardy; Arms were from shoulders sent, Scalps to the teeth were rent, Down the French peasants went; Our men were hardy. This while our noble King, His broad sword brandishing, 90 Down the French host did ding As to o'erwhelm it ; And many a deep wound lent, His arms with blood besprent, And many a cruel dent Bruised his helmet. Gloster...
Page 202 - Armour on armour shone ; Drum now to drum did groan ; To hear was wonder ; That with the cries they make The very earth did shake ; Trumpet to trumpet spake, Thunder to thunder. Well it thine age became, O noble Erpingham ! Which did the signal aim To our hid forces ; When, from a meadow by, Like a storm, suddenly, The English archery Struck the French horses With Spanish yew so strong, Arrows a cloth-yard long, That like to serpents stung, Piercing the weather : None from his fellow starts, But,...
Page xii - A strange fish! Were I in England now, as once I was, and had but this fish painted, not a holiday fool there but would give a piece of silver. There would this monster make a man. Any strange beast there makes a man. When they will not give a doit to relieve a lame beggar, they will lay out ten to see a dead Indian.
Page 285 - They say he is already in the Forest of Arden, and a many merry men with him ; and there they live like the old Robin Hood of England. They say many young gentlemen flock to him every day, and fleet the time carelessly, as they did in the golden world.
Page 239 - What have you done to me?" replied coolly the prisoner: "you killed with your own hands my father, and my two brothers; and you intended to have hanged myself...
Page 374 - The noble earl was slain. He had a bow bent in his hand, Made of a trusty tree ; An arrow of a cloth-yard long Up to the head drew he...
Page 11 - I never hurt fair maid in all my time, Nor at my end shall it be ; But give me my bent bow in my hand, And a broad arrow I'll let flee ; And where this arrow is taken up, There shall my grave digg'd be.
Page 427 - Apollo's altars in his native town. Now with full force the yielding horn he bends, Drawn to an arch, and joins the doubling ends ; Close to his breast he strains the nerve below, Till the barb'd point approach the circling bow ; The impatient weapon whizzes on the wing ; Sounds the tough horn, and twangs the quivering string.

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