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Think Sociology Canadian 2nd Edition Carl Solutions Manual
Think Sociology Canadian 2nd Edition Carl Solutions Manual
Think Sociology Canadian 2nd Edition Carl Solutions Manual
Essay question: What are some of the challenges in conducting social science research?
Chapter Outline
1. WHAT ARE RESEARCH METHODS?
A. Objectivity
B. Scientific Method: What Are the Six Steps of Social Research?
a. Decide on a Topic
b. Review the Literature
c. Develop a Hypothesis
i. Variables
ii. Concepts and Operationalizing Variables
iii. Cause and Correlation
d. Collect Data
i. Comparative, Cross-Sectional, and Longitudinal Studies
ii. Quantitative and Qualitative Data
iii. Populations
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iv. Samples
v. Surveys
Make Connections: Country Music and Suicide
Go Global: Serious Pot Problems: North America versus Europe
i. Selection Effects and Samples of Convenience
ii. Experiments
Think Sociologically: Milgram Obedience Study
i. Hawthorne Effect
ii. Field Research
iii. Participant Observation
iv. Case Studies
v. Ethnography
vi. Secondary Data Analysis
vii. Evaluating Web Sources
viii. Triangulation
b. Analyze Results
i. Measures of Central Tendency
ii. Mean
iii. Median
iv. Mode
c. Evaluating Data
i. How to Read a Table
d. Share and Publish Results
i. Ethical Concerns
ii. Research Ethics in Operation
2. HOW DO SOCIOLOGISTS USE RESEARCH METHODS?
A. Research Methods and the Four Paradigms
3. HOW IS RESEARCH INVOLVED IN SOCIAL POLICY?
A. Social Policy and Statistics
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Chapter 2: Sociological Research
Chapter Overview
Research methods are the scientific procedures that sociologists use to conduct
research and develop knowledge about a particular topic. The first step in thinking like a
sociologist involves understanding certain terms and research methods. It is important for
researchers to use objectivity when studying social groups. Weber used the term
verstehen to describe the act of understanding the meaning of action from the actor’s
point of view. Sociological researchers need to understand variables, cause and
correlation. They also use the six steps of the scientific method for social research.
Researchers use many types of research methods. A survey is an investigation of the
opinions or experience of a group of people by asking them questions. In experiments,
researchers hope to control variables to test causes and effects. Field research is
conducted in a natural setting. Examples of field research include participant observation,
case studies, and ethnographies. Some research involves secondary data analysis.
Common measures of central tendency are the mean, median and mode. Ethics is a
system of values or principles that guide one's behaviour. In Canada, the Tri-Council
Policy Statement is the primary guideline for social science research.
Qualitative data includes words, pictures, photos, or any other type of information
that comes to the researcher in a non-numeric form. A common qualitative research
method is content analysis, a type of research in which the sociologist looks for common
words or themes in newspapers, books, or structured interviews. Data based on numbers
is called quantitative data. Sociologists use both qualitative and quantitative methods.
No single research method applies only to functionalism, conflict theory, symbolic
interactionism, or feminist theory. But these theoretical frameworks do lend themselves
to using types of data in different ways. Triangulation helps researchers use the strengths
of one approach to compensate for the weaknesses in another. Social research helps in the
development of social policy.
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insensible. This thick white powder continued to fall so fast that our
persons, the deck, the guns, the rigging, masts, and yards, speedily
became as if coated with flour; and the entire ship, in all her details,
assumed a phantom-like aspect, as she glided on amid this terrific glare,
which for nearly ten minutes overspread the ocean, and made it resemble
a sea of flame.
Anon the light sank slowly down; the radiance faded away, and then
we heard the angry and hollow roaring of the sea as it was sucked down
into the mighty depth of some submarine crater or vortex, the physical
construction of which was beyond our conception; but the reflux of the
water boiled in hot and seething foam around us, while the spray that
flew over the ship to leeward was warm, and became crusted salt in a
moment, on the guns, booms, and shrouds.
* In 1720 a column of fire sprang from the sea near Tercera, when an island
arose above the surface; and in February, 1811, similar events occurred at the
western extremity of the island of St. Michael, when the flames are said to
have "risen into the air like a host of sky-rockets, with the usual
accompaniments of smoke, ashes, and noise."
The wind soon freed us from the sulphureous ashes which covered
our persons and the ship, but the crystalline salt of the spray lay thick
and white as hoar frost upon the deck, the gunnels, and studding-sail
booms alongside.
"What do you make it out to be?" I asked Stanley, who was gazing
anxiously through his telescope.
"The birds lay their eggs in the sand. It is rendered a dangerous place
by the number of rocks about; a whole French fleet was wrecked there
under the Admiral d'Estres. I have seen old guns lying on the rocks,
when off the island in the Adder's boats. Keep her away a point or so to
the eastward,—call the watch and stand by to stow the main-sail and
jib."
As the louring day wore on, Stanley became more anxious, and ere
long he took the wheel himself, for he was a good seaman as well as a
brave young officer. The rocks of Avis soon vanished into the grey
obscurity astern, and then I heard Stanley, after assuming his speaking-
trumpet, bellow through the gathering gale,—
Amid the furious flapping of the canvas and the roaring of the wind, I
heard the voices of the seamen aloft, encouraging each other cheerily as
they fulfilled their orders with all the speed and readiness of regular
men-of-war's-men.
The pumps were sounded every half-hour; but the vessel proved
tight, and no greater quantity of water than usual was found in them. As
the twilight deepened, finding that she began to lurch and roll like a
water-logged ship, and that the gale seemed rather to increase than abate,
I roused Stanley, who was exhausted and lay under the recess of the
poop-deck, asleep. Just as he rose, a mighty wave struck the ship. The
volume of dark and foaming water burst in thunder on her starboard
quarter, and tearing the boat which hung there from its davits, swept it
like a cork away into the trough of the sea.
The gale was now approaching to a hurricane; but as the Etna sailed
bravely, she was hauled to the wind on the port tack.
"Double reef the fore and main-topsail, and lower the yards down on
the cap!" was now the order of Stanley.
In a minute after this she gave a mighty lurch, and rolled right over
on her beam-ends to starboard, and thus she lay helplessly, with her
mast-heads in the sea, the waves of which were roaring, bellowing, and
foaming, as if each was rivalling the other in efforts to sink or rend her to
pieces.
Clinging to the larboard side of the poop, I got upon the mizen
rattlins, which were still a few feet above the sea, and there, though
drenched with the spray which flew in showers over me, I had time to
breathe—-to utter a few pious invocations—to collect my thoughts and
look about me.
I beheld, so far as the darkness, the drifting spray, and the incessant
motion of the foundering ship permitted me, a scene of horror, such as I
had often read of—often imagined—but never expected to witness or
experience. Shrieks to God for aid, mingled with the hollow bellowing of
the wind and the roar of the destroying waves, as man after man was torn
from the rattlins, the yards, or timber-heads, as the death-clutch failed,
and he was swept away into the waste of water, or was dashed again and
again by succeeding waves against the wreck. All this when viewed
through the darkness of a tempestuous night was terrible—beyond all
description terrible!
and ere long I found myself alone—alone on that surging sea and
shattered wreck.
Men toil and struggle bravely, when love, when liberty, and, more
than all, when life is at stake. So struggled I on that night of terror.
Then I found, as the dashing of the waves became less, that I was
among some of those gigantic plants which grow from the bottom of the
sea in these regions, being like prodigious water-docks, with stems
eighty or a hundred feet long, and mighty leaves covered with brown
slime; and under these the blue shark glides ever in search of prey. If
aught could increase the horror of my situation, it was being swept here
and there among these giant weeds, with the incessant dread of being
snapped in two by the teeth of the monster fish.
CHAPTER LII.
Behind me rose steep black rocks, covered with green waving woods
that fringed their summits, and close by lay the spar, by clinging to
which my life had probably been saved. A few tortoises were crawling
near it, on the shingle. After pausing to rally thought and power of
action, I started to my feet, and looked around me. My clothes, a uniform
coat and blue pantaloons with Hessian boots, were still moist with my
recent immersion; but the saline property of the sea water prevented it
from causing ague or other illness.
The rays were scorching now, and they shone with a glitter and
brilliance upon the grey rocks and palmetto groves above me, and with a
transparency, which, by making them appear to vibrate, gave an idea of
the heat being almost visible. At a little distance, some monkeys of the
smallest size with long bushy tails were skipping about, and I saw the
gaily-pinioned flamingoes flitting from branch to branch; but near me
there was no sound, save the gurgling ripple on the beach—not even the
hum of the smallest insect.
Far away to the vast circle of the horizon, stretched the ocean in
profound calm. Its waters were of the lightest blue, and no spot or sail
appeared upon their glassy and glowing surface.
Thirst now oppressed me, but I drank greedily of a pure, cool spring,
that trickled down a chasm in the rocks, and then thought of looking
about for the nearest habitation, I cared not whether it proved French or
English; though I had some dread of falling among the revolted slaves of
either nation, or the wild Caribs, the aborigines of the Indian isles.
I found myself in a kind of creek, from which there was no way of
egress, but by climbing up the cliffs inland, as the rocks descended sheer
into the water, like ramparts of basalt; so grasping the mangroves, the
wild gourds, vines, and other luxuriant creepers which covered the face
of the cliffs, I began to ascend from the shore.
Here I looked round, and must leave my friend the reader to conceive
the horror that survey caused within me. On every side I beheld the
girdling sea, but not a vestige of a human habitation. I was cast upon an
island, about twelve miles in circumference, desert, lonely, and though
fertile and densely wooded, uninhabited, save by the monkey and the
tortoise! On this isle I soon discovered that I had one companion—a
terrible one—despair!
The noon of day arrived, and the heat and silence were alike
oppressive. The fierce sun, hot, clear, and cloudless, was at its zenith: the
blue of the sky, amid which it shone, was so deep, that the eye ached on
surveying it, or seeking to penetrate its far and wondrous immensity,
while from the still, calm, and waveless sea the smoky exhalations arose
in columns like thin white haze. The heat was suffocating; to breathe it,
was like inhaling the atmosphere of an open furnace. One marvelled that
the fiery orb above failed to ignite the voiceless world below; and then
there was a silence so solemn in the sea and sky! Everything was hushed,
and amid the density of the primeval thickets, the leaves of which hung
parched and still, there seemed to be not the smallest insect stirring.
Around me there reigned that which a writer has styled, "The dead
silence of mid-day, which is deeper and more solemn in tropical climes,
than the deepest silence of night."
The whole day passed and evening found me still on the cliff,
sweeping the horizon with anxious and aching, keen and haggard eyes;
but not a sail appeared in sight.
Evening came on. From the lonely cliff I still gazed upon the lonelier
sea. The rays of the setting sun gave it the aspect of a mighty sheet of
flame, palpitating, rippling, and reflecting every hue of the sky above.
And night was wondrous! The deep calm sea reflected the
unnumbered stars so distinctly round the isle, that it seemed to float
between two heavens—one above it, and the other below. The night was
passed in restlessness and anxiety, or in dreams—uneasy visions; yet I
know not that I slept. I had ample time for reflection now, on my own
conduct at various times. I often prayed deeply and fervently; but with
the knowledge that if I were once out of this confounded island, I would
—I very much feared—be no better than before. Yet, it did not seem to
me, that I had been a very bad sort of fellow after all.
I might live to be an old man, if food such as I could catch or glean
lasted; but what a life would it be? The very thought was all but
madness!
I felt all the bitterness of ambition nipped in the bud, and of a future
perhaps annihilated. This was not the lonely and miserable life, the
lingering and awfully obscure death, I had portrayed to myself in
moments of boyish enthusiasm.
The next day came, and I awoke to find that I had actually been
asleep, and that day passed, as many were fated to pass, without a sail
being seen..
Thirst I could quench at every spring; but the pangs of hunger now
assailed me, and for a time death by starvation stared me in the face. I
reasoned with myself, and after a time took heart to look once more
about me. On examination I found plenty of shell-fish on the shore;
plenty of land-crabs, fruit, yams, gourds, nuts; and thus, if by any means
I could have lighted a fire to broil one or other, to dispel the dews of
night, and be a seaward signal while it lasted, I should not have fared so
ill.
Tidings of the loss of the Etna would (I knew) ere long, reach my
mother and the regiment. By the former I would long be mourned for as
dead; in the other, my commission would be gifted away to another, on
my being superseded; but these reflections were almost trifling when
compared to others excited by my terrible predicament.
On the southern side of the island, there was a large cavern, into
which the sea rolled with a hollow sound; but its aspect was so gloomy,
that I had not yet curiosity to penetrate its recesses. Moreover, I had
conceived a horror—a hatred of this small spot of earth on which my evil
fortune had cast me.
Every morning I watched the beams of the sun gilding the peak of a
lofty rock, ere he rose from the sea; they stole down inch by inch, and
foot by foot, as the god of day ascended into the sky, till the waves at its
base glittered in light. At eve, these waves were the first that grew dark;
then the light stole slowly upward, as the cold shade of night ascended
like a rising tide, till the last farewell ray of the already set sun beamed
on the sharp volcanic peak, and again the lonely isle "was left to
darkness and to me."
CHAPTER LIII.
The dawn of day always filled me with new hope, but the fall of
night with heart-broken wretchedness.
Further within the cavern there was a strong and rank odour of
mingled seaweed and rotten branches with the fungi that drooped from
the rocks into the water.
The upper portion of it was only three or four feet below the water;
but lay like an enormous boulder-stone, wedged between the walls of the
cavern. I strained my eyes—could I be deceived? No—it was a ship—the
hull of a large but shattered ship, lying with its stern towards me, slightly
heeled over to port, and covered by a mass of seaweed that waved in
long green slimy leaves and tangles on every ripple of the water!
I tore down and drew aside some of the thick mangroves and
creepers which fringed the mouth of the cavern, and admitted more of
the broad blaze of the noonday sunlight. Then I could distinctly perceive
the mouldered hull of a vessel of some five hundred tons; but of a
strange and antique form. High-prowed and square-pooped, her stern and
quarters bore still the remains of elaborate carving, though the greater
portion of her starboard side and most of her timberheads, with all her
gunnel, had disappeared, either by the shock of the waves, when she had
been thrown by a tempest and the force of the sea into this strange place,
or by the gradual process of decay; but her stern-post and six stern-
windows were distinctly traceable. I could see the fish darting through
them into the watery recesses of her mouldering cabins. I could see
where one or two pieces of cannon, an anchor, and other heavy masses of
ironwork, had sunk by their own weight to the bottom, through the soft
and spongy wood, which, by the length of time it had lain in the water,
was now reduced almost to a pulp.
This ship had evidently been lifted by some mighty wave into the
chasm and bulged there, and now all that remained of her was covered
by an entire coating of barnacles and seaweed.
"La Lima?" I pondered; this was no doubt the name of the ship, and,
as if to corroborate my ideas, she was evidently built in the old Spanish
fashion, with those elaborate carvings on her poop and quarters, which
survived even the times of Trafalgar and Cape St. Vincent.
I came hither day after day to gaze on this new object—new at least
to me; till its gaping stern-windows became like the features of an old
friend, and I loved to fancy the story of the wreck—to people her deck
and cabins with the life which had once been instinct there; the
Spaniards, with their slashed doublets, their mantles, ruffs, and rapiers,
their long and solemn Don-Quixote-like visages; and then the fury of the
storm, amid which they and their ship had perished—all perchance save
the two—one whose grave I had seen, and the other whose bones I had
so inadvertently scattered.
This stately caravel was said to have been mounted with seventy
great and small brass guns, and to have had in treasure thirty millions of
dollars, or pieces of eight; but after leaving the coast of Peru for England
was never heard of again. One rumour said that she had been last seen, in
the bay of Manta, twenty miles south from the equator; another that she
had foundered on Los Ahorcados, two solitary rocks which lie a few
leagues from the shore of the Spanish Main. At all events, she perished
when King Charles was a captive in the castle of Carisbrooke, and the
gold she contained never reached him, or the cavaliers who stood by his
fallen fortunes.
CHAPTER LIV.
A SURPRISE.
During the whole of the next day I toiled to form a species of hook,
from the iron sling of the topsail-yard, with which I had been washed
ashore—using a long flinty stone as a hammer, and another as an anvil.
Then I conveyed this impromptu engine (which I had lashed with a tough
creeper to the yard arm) along the shore towards the cavern, where I
intended to use it as a drag and lever.
The time was evening now; the sun had gone down into the waste of
waters, but had left behind the splendid tints of a windy sunset still
playing upon the ever-changing masses of torn vapour that hovered
about the quarter of his declension. On the other hand, the moon, (to use
the language of Ossian) "full as the round-orbed shield of the Mighty,"
was rising, but obscured in masses of dark and opaque cloud, behind
which her cold white lustre was spread over the sky, and glittered in
sheets of silver on the rippling sea below.
"A voice—a voice here—in this hitherto silent solitude!" was the
question on my lips and in my heart.
"You know me—come! that's devilish odd," he bellowed out. "A red-
coat—a soldier too. What! d—n my precious eyes, is it you, Captain
Ellis—or what are you?" he added with a scowl in his eye and a growl in
his tone. "Now in the name of the living jingo, how came you here?"
"Do you see that craft in the clear offing, bearing away north and by
east?"
"Ay, a ship," he added, gnashing his teeth; "and may she never lift
tack or sheet till she and all her crew are moored in the jaws of hell!"
On looking round, I saw plainly enough a large brig bout twelve
miles distant, bearing off under a full spread of canvas, that shone white
as snow in the full splendour of the risen moon, which contested for
precedence with the fading light of sunset on the sea.
"Well, I would rather shout on the other place," said he; "but what is
the matter with you?"
"It is all very well to say cut, but where shall I find a knife?"
With his clasped knife I set free this ruffian, whose presence, in sooth
to say, I hailed at first with satisfaction, and whose voice was most
welcome to my ear; for to this pass had a longing for fellowship brought
me.