Word: herdsmen
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Dates: during 1980-1989
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...matter what happens this week in Lausanne, the elephant will still be in some peril. Even if the ivory trade winds down, the elephant will face increasing encroachment from Africa's fast-growing human populations. African farmers or herdsmen trying to eke out a living covet the vast habitats set aside for animals and cannot understand why scarce financial resources go to protect elephants while people go hungry. To many Africans, the elephant is a five-ton nuisance that can trample a season's maize in seconds. As long as they feel that way, they will turn a blind...
Just a few months ago, Wuer was a handsome college freshman who listened to Beethoven, read classic Chinese novels and thought there was no greater adventure than riding horseback with cossack herdsmen in the cool mountains of his beloved Xinjiang autonomous region...
...poet Qu Yuan. Wuer began to write poetry, and took part in school affairs. He helped edit the school newspaper, an experience friends believe developed his interest in freedom of the press. In the summers he went on school field trips into the mountains to stay with the cossack herdsmen. That too left an impression. "He could tell the difference between the life of the ordinary people and the life of the leaders, and he got ideas from these people," said a friend. In 1988 he entered Beijing Normal University. He told friends he wanted to study Chinese literature...
...midmorning the Masai pause. The cows graze, and the herdsmen shelter lazily under a grove of olive trees. Moses and Olentwala joke in Ol' Maa. The visitor stretches out and makes notes: "Moses has killed six lions, more than 60 buffalo. A buffalo wounded his brother last year, and he wants to kill lots of buffalo. He points to a buff. skull on the forest floor and says he killed that one there several months ago. Cows grazing all around me now. M. shows me a 'buffalo's house' -- a hollowed out space among the olive trees where the buffalo...
...goods on their heads. Along the way, dead cows and birds dotted the hills. Some refugees tucked cotton in their nostrils to dampen the sickening stench of decomposing animals. The surviving white Brahman cattle lumbered dumbly at the sides of the columns, responding sleepily to the harried urgings of herdsmen carrying long, thick sticks...