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Prestigious and authoritative, this fully updated fourteenth edition of Simpson's Forensic Medicine remains a classic; one of the world's leading introductory texts in the field of forensic medicine.
It presents all that the generalist or student needs to know about the interface between medicine and the law.
Unlike some other reproductions of classic texts (1) We have not
used OCR(Optical Character Recognition), as this leads to bad
quality books with introduced typos. (2) In books where there are
images such as portraits, maps, sketches etc We have endeavoured to
keep the quality of these images, so they represent accurately the
original artefact. Although occasionally there may be certain
imperfections with these old texts, we feel they deserve to be made
available for future generations to enjoy.
Unlike some other reproductions of classic texts (1) We have not
used OCR(Optical Character Recognition), as this leads to bad
quality books with introduced typos. (2) In books where there are
images such as portraits, maps, sketches etc We have endeavoured to
keep the quality of these images, so they represent accurately the
original artefact. Although occasionally there may be certain
imperfections with these old texts, we feel they deserve to be made
available for future generations to enjoy.
Unlike some other reproductions of classic texts (1) We have not
used OCR(Optical Character Recognition), as this leads to bad
quality books with introduced typos. (2) In books where there are
images such as portraits, maps, sketches etc We have endeavoured to
keep the quality of these images, so they represent accurately the
original artefact. Although occasionally there may be certain
imperfections with these old texts, we feel they deserve to be made
available for future generations to enjoy.
Unlike some other reproductions of classic texts (1) We have not
used OCR(Optical Character Recognition), as this leads to bad
quality books with introduced typos. (2) In books where there are
images such as portraits, maps, sketches etc We have endeavoured to
keep the quality of these images, so they represent accurately the
original artefact. Although occasionally there may be certain
imperfections with these old texts, we feel they deserve to be made
available for future generations to enjoy.
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The Cane Ridge Meeting-House
James Richard Rogers, Barton Warren Stone, William Rogers
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R836
Discovery Miles 8 360
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Ships in 10 - 17 working days
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The Life of the Virgin Mary - Ancestors, Essenes, Parents, Conception, Birth, Temple Life, Wedding, Annunciation, Visitation, Shepherds, Three Kings, Egypt, Last Years, Death, Assumption, Mystical Virgin (Hardcover)
Anne Catherine Emmerich, James Richard Wetmore
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R890
Discovery Miles 8 900
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Ships in 10 - 17 working days
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Cherokee Teardrops 1985 By James Richard Langston Cherokee
teardrops, Soft, dark and deep, Shed by Cherokee women, Every time
they weep. The tears of Cherokee women, Rolled down their cheeks,
They cried for their nation, Their braves lay at their feet. Their
homes all in ashes, Their children standing bare, They wiped
Cherokee teardrops, With their long raven hair. A defeated Cherokee
nation, Submitting to their fate, Were moved to Oklahoma, In the
winter of thirty eight. Proud Cherokee teardrops, Shed on every
hand, All because the white man, Found gold on Cherokee land.
Cherokee teardrops, From southern mountains grand, Spread across
this nation, To a wasted, dusty land. Cherokee teardrops, Falling
on two stones, Left a trail of sadness, From their southern
mountain homes.
"Hey, saddle tramp," said Vernon. "I don't think I like a bum like
you coming in here to drink with us men." Matt turned to face
Guthry, spread his feet shoulder wide with his gun hand thumb still
hooked in his belt, still three fingers from his .44. The men that
stood along the bar, drifted to one side, out of the line of fire.
The room grew deadly quiet. "I've had just about all the crap I'm
going to take from a local loudmouth like you," Matt said. There
was a deadly chill to his voice and Vernon shivered slightly from
the feel of it. All of a sudden, he realized that he might be
biting off a little more than he could chew. Being the braggart
that he was, he couldn't back down from the step he had taken. He
crouched and went for his pistol. Realization that he didn't even
have his gun half way out of leather, and was already looking into
the black hole of a barrel, that looked three inches in diameter,
he froze and in no time at all he felt the sting of salty sweat in
his eyes from the large beads that had popped out on his forehead
and trickled down. He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple moved up and
down but the lump in his throat was just about to choke him and he
couldn't swallow it. He lost control of his bladder and pissed down
his leg, the warm fluid trickling into his left boot. Dawning on
him that he had just pissed in his own whiskey, he sucked in a
mountain of air and said with a high pitched, fine toothed comb,
squeak, "Ohooo, shit." .
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