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Chapter 1
Sole Proprietorships
and Franchises
TRUE/FALSE QUESTIONS
B3. A sole proprietor is free to make any decision he or she wishes concerning the
business.
B4. Any lawsuit against the business or its employees does not lead to unlimited
personal liability for the owner of a sole proprietorship.
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B9. The laws governing franchising are primarily designed to protect franchisors
from dishonest franchisees.
B11. Some states require that a franchisor submit advertising aimed at prospective
franchisees to the state for approval.
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B12. Some states require the termination of a franchise when there is no “good
cause” for it to continue.
B14. A franchisee ordinarily does not pay a fee for a franchise license (the privilege
of being granted a franchise).
B15. The franchisor may require that the business use a particular organizational
form and capital structure.
B16. The franchise agreement is not likely to set out standards such as sales quotas
and record-keeping requirements.
B18. A franchisor can suggest retail prices for the goods that a franchisee sells but
cannot mandate them.
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Australian Duel.
Lax as is the native Australian’s morality still he has his code of
honour and should one of its articles be infringed he will not be
content to lay wait for the aggressor and drive a spear through his
back, or strike him dead with his boomerang while he is safe
concealed and secure from observation; no, he must have “the
satisfaction of a gentleman,” he must call his man “out,” and compel
him to be murdered or commit a murder. So in this respect the
bushman, “the meanest specimen of humanity,” is as respectable an
individual as many a noble born and highly educated Englishman,
who lived in the reign and basked in the friendship of the “first
gentleman in Europe.” He shows himself even more respectable; for
whereas gentlemen of a past generation would meet and fire bullets
or dash and stab at each other with naked swords about ever so
trifling a matter, as a dispute about the cut of a coat or the character
of a sweetheart, the bushman never appeals to the honourable
institution of duelling, except an enemy be guilty of the heinous
offence of denying that he has a thick head. “He no good, his scull
no thicker than an emu’s egg-shell.” If a bushman brook such an
insult as this he is for ever the scoff and jest of all who know him; but
the chances are that he will not brook the insult; he will send a friend
to the slanderer to bid him bring his stoutest “waddy,” that it may be
shivered on the thick head of the warrior he had traduced.
The combatants meet and a select party of friends are invited to
see fair. The weapons are the familiar “waddys,” and the men stand
opposite each other with their heads bare. There is no tossing for
position or any other advantage; indeed there is no advantage to be
gained excepting who shall have first “whack,” and that is always
allowed to the challenger. The man who is to receive first whack, if
he is a person of experience, knows the hard and soft parts of his
cranium and takes care so to manœuvre that the former shall be
presented to the up-raised club. Down comes the weapon with a
thud that makes the recipient’s teeth chatter, but beyond that he has
sustained no inconvenience, and now he straightens his back and
grins, for it is his turn. His opponent lowers his head as he had done
and a loud hollow noise follows, which the man’s friends hail with
delight, as it indicates that though his skull may be dented it is not
yet cracked. And so the duel proceeds, whack for whack, until one
mightier than before, or on a “sore place,” stretches one of them on
the grass.
CHAPTER XXIV.
“I am Cucutle!
The warriors have passed singing,
The hymn of the battle has passed by me;
It has passed, despising my childhood,
p , p g y ,
And has stopped before the door of Bonkauku.
I am the black warrior.
My mother is Boseleso!
I will rush as a lion,
Like him that devours the virgins
Near the forests of Fubasekoa.
Mapatsa is with me—
Mapatsa, the son of Tele—
We set off singing the song of the Trot.
Ramakoala, my uncle, exclaims:
Cucutle, where shall we fight?
We will fight before the fires of Makoso.
We arrive....
The warriors of the enemy, ranged in a line,
Fling their javelins together;
They fatigue themselves in vain:
The father of Moatla rushes into their midst,
He wounds a man in the arm
Before the eyes of his mother,
Who sees him fall,
Ah! Where is the head of the son of Sebegoane?
It has rolled to the middle of his native town.
I entered victorious into his dwelling,
And purified myself in the midst of his sheepfold:
My eye is still surrounded with the clay of the victory.
The shield of Cucutle has been pierced;
Those of his enemies are intact,
For they are the shields of cowards.
I am the white thunder
Which growls after the rain!
Ready to return to my children,
I roar: I must have prey!
I see the flocks and herds escaping
Across the tufted grass of the plain;
I take them from the shepherd with the white and yellow shield.
Go up on the high rocks of Macate;
See the white cow run into the midst of the herd.
A Makose will no longer despise my club;
The grass grows in his deserted pens,
The wind sweeps the thatch
From his ruined huts;
The humming of the goats is the only noise that is heard
In his town, once so gay.
Tired, and dying with thirst, I went to the dwelling of Entele;
His wife was churning delicious milk,
The foam of which was white and frothy
Like the saliva of a little child.
I picked up a piece of a broken pot
To drink out of the vessel,
Which I soon left empty.
The white cow that I conquered
Has a black head;
Her breast is high and open—
It was the nurse of the son of Matayane—
I will go and offer it to my prince.
The name of my chief is Makao,
And Makao is Makoo:
I swear it by the striped ox
Of Mamasike!”
A Savage Bowman.
The Fans of Equatorial Africa have a great diversity of arms.
“Among the crowd to-day,” says M. Du Chaillu, writing in a Fan
village in which he was lodging, “I saw men armed with cross-bows,
from which are shot either iron-headed arrows or the little
insignificant-looking, but really most deadly poison-tipped arrows.
These are only slender reeds, a foot long, whose sharpened ends
are dipped into a deadly vegetable poison which these people know
how to make. The arrows are so light that they would blow away if
simply laid in the grove of the bow. To prevent this they use a kind of
sticky gum, a lump of which is kept on the under side of the bow, and
with which a small spot in the grove is slightly rubbed. The handle of
the bow is ingeniously split, and by a little peg, which acts as a
trigger, the bow-string is disengaged, and as the spring is very strong
it sends the arrow to a great distance, and, light as it is, with great
force. But the merest puncture kills inevitably. They are good
marksmen with their bows, which require great strength to bend.
They have to sit on their haunches and apply both feet to the middle
of the bow, while they pull with all their strength on the string to bend
it back. The larger arrows have an iron head something like the
sharp barbs of a harpoon. These are used for hunting wild beasts,
and are about two feet long. But the more deadly weapon is the little
insignificant stick of bamboo, not more than twelve inches long, and
simply sharpened at one end. This is the famed poison-arrow, a
missile which bears death wherever it touches, if only it pricks a pin’s
point of blood. The poison is made of the juices of a plant, which was
not shown me. They dip the sharp ends of the arrows several times
in the sap, and let it get thoroughly dried into the wood. It gives the
point a red colour. The arrows are very carefully kept in a little bag
made neatly of the skin of some wild animal. They are much dreaded
among the tribes about here, as they can be thrown or projected with
such power as to take effect at a distance of fifteen yards, and with
such velocity that you cannot see them at all till they are spent; this I
have often proved myself. There is no cure for a wound from one of
these harmless-looking little sticks—death follows in a very short
time. Some of the Fans bore on their shoulders the terrible war-axe,
one blow of which quite suffices to split a human skull. Some of
these axes, as well as their spears and other iron-work, were
beautifully ornamented with scroll-work and wrought in graceful lines
and curves, which spoke well for their artisans.
Fan Weapons.
“The war-knife which hangs by the side is a terrible weapon for a
hand-to-hand conflict, and, as they explained to me, is designed to
thrust through the enemy’s body: they are about three feet long.
There is another huge knife also worn by some of the men in the
crowd before me. This is over a foot long, by about eight inches
broad, and is used to cut down through the shoulders of an
adversary. It must do tremendous execution. Then there is a very
singular pointed axe which is thrown from a distance as American
Indians use the tomahawk. When thrown it strikes with the point
down and inflicts a terrible wound. They use it with great dexterity.
The object aimed at with this axe is the head. The point penetrates
to the brain and kills the victim immediately; and then the round edge
of the axe is used to cut the head off, which is borne off by the victor
as a trophy.
“The spears, which are six or seven feet in length, are thrown by
the natives with great force and with an accuracy of aim which never
ceased to surprise me. They make the long slender rod fairly whistle
through the air. Most of them can throw a spear effectively to the
distance of from twenty to thirty yards.
“Most of the knives and axes were ingeniously sheathed in covers
made of snake-skins, or human skin taken from some victim in
battle. Many of these sheaths are ingeniously made, and are slung
round the neck by cords which permit the weapon to hang at the side
out of the wearer’s way. Though so warlike they have no armour; in
fact, their working in iron is as yet too rude for such a luxury. The
only weapon of defence is the huge shield of elephant’s hide; but this
is even bullet-proof: as it is very large, three and a half feet long by
two and a half broad, it suffices to cover the whole body.
“Besides their weapons many of the men wore a small knife, but
rather unwieldy, which served the various offices of a jack knife, a
hatchet, and a table-knife. But though rude in shape they used it with
great dexterity.”
Africa, South and East, having come in for their shares of notice,
let us turn to Western Africa and see how there is managed the
terrible game of war. Anything connected with bloodshed in this
portion of the globe at once suggests Dahomey. Very well, Dahomey
let it be; let us, with Mr. Forbes, attend a review of King Gezo’s
“women” soldiers:
“At noon we attended the parade of the amazon army, ostensibly
the taking the oath of fidelity by those extraordinary troops, and a
most novel and exciting scene it proved. Under a canopy of
umbrellas on the south side of the Ahjahee market-place,
surrounded by ministers, carbooceers, dwarfs, hunchbacks, etc., all
militaire, on a skull-ornamented war-stool sat the king, in front sat the
too-noo-noo, whilst on the right, under a similar canopy, similarly
attended, was a female court, in front of which was the man-hae-
pah. In different parts of the field bivouacked the amazon regiments.
As I arrived and took my seat on the king’s right hand, one regiment
was marching off, and a herald called—
‘Ah Haussoo-lae-beh-Haussoo!’
Oh King of Kings!
All the female court then left their stools, and, heading the
amazons, advanced and saluted the king, and then retiring, resumed
their positions: whilst, from the midst of the amazon army, a little girl
of six years of age advanced and said: ‘The king spoke thrice when
he spoke of war: let the king speak once now: let it be on
Abeahkeutah.’ Again all the amazons advanced, and shouting, called
on Da Souza to emulate his father. ‘As the porcupine shoots a quill a
new one grows in its place, so let matters be in the port of Whydah:
let one ship replace another.’ All again prostrated themselves and
threw dirt on their heads: while two amazon heralds recited the
names of the king, and added one from the Attahpahan war, the
glah-glash, or Chimpanzee. Again all rose, whilst an amazon chief
makes the following speech: ‘As the blacksmith takes an iron bar
and by fire changes its fashion, so have we changed our nature. We
are no longer women, we are men. By fire, we will change
Abeahkeutah. The king gives us cloth, but without thread. If corn is
put in the sun to dry and not looked after, will not the goats eat it? If
Abeahkeutah be left too long some other nation will spoil it. A cask of
rum cannot roll itself; a table in a house becomes useful when
anything is placed thereon: the Dahoman army without the amazons
are as both, unassisted. Spitting makes the belly more comfortable,
and the outstretched hand will be the receiving one: so we ask you
for war, that our bellies may have their desire and our hands be
filled.’ At the conclusion of this harangue the female court again
rose, and, heading the amazons, saluted the king, when, pointing to
the hearers, all sang in chorus:
‘Soh-jah-mee!’
May thunder and lightning kill us if we break our oaths