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Solution Manual For Calculus 1st Edition by Briggs and Cochran
Solution Manual For Calculus 1st Edition by Briggs and Cochran
a calculus text that carries the teacher’s voice beyond the classroom. That voice–evident in the
narrative, the figures, and the questions interspersed in the narrative–is a master teacher leading
readers to deeper levels of understanding. The authors appeal to readers’ geometric intuition to
introduce fundamental concepts and lay the foundation for the more rigorous development that
follows. Comprehensive exercise sets have received praise for their creativity, quality, and scope.
William Briggs has been on the mathematics faculty at the University of Colorado at Denver for
twenty-three years. He received his BA in mathematics from the University of Colorado and his
MS and PhD in applied mathematics from Harvard University. He teaches undergraduate and
graduate courses throughout the mathematics curriculum with a special interest in mathematical
modeling and differential equations as it applies to problems in the biosciences. He has written a
problem solving book, Ants, Bikes, and Clocks; and two tutorial monographs, The Multigrid
Tutorial and The DFT: An Owner’s Manual for the Discrete Fourier Transform. He is the Society
for Industrial and Applied Mathematics (SIAM) Vice President for Education, a University of
Colorado President’s Teaching Scholar, a recipient of the Outstanding Teacher Award of the
Rocky Mountain Section of the Mathematical Association of America (MAA), and the recipient
holds BS degrees in mathematics and mathematics education from Oregon State University and a
MS and PhD in mathematics from Washington State University. He has taught a wide variety of
and, since 1995, at Whitworth University. His expertise is in mathematical analysis, and he has a
special interest in the integration of technology and mathematics education. He has written
technology materials for leading calculus and linear algebra textbooks including the Instructor’s
Mathematica Manual for Linear Algebra and Its Applications by David C. Lay and
the Mathematica Technology Resource Manual for Thomas’ Calculus. He is a member of the
MAA and a former chair of the Department of Mathematics and Computer Science at Whitworth
University.
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mummies; there is no sign of decay, and the wild dogs will not meddle
with them, though they devour all manner of carrion.
“When a friend or an individual belonging to the same tribe sees for the
first time one of these bodies thus set up, he approaches it, and
commences by abusing the deceased for dying, saying there is plenty of
food and that he should have been contented to remain; then after looking
at the body intently for some time, he throws his spear and his wirri at it,
exclaiming—‘Why did you die?’ or ‘Take that for dying!’”
Mr. Parkyns, the Abyssinian traveller, thus relates his observation of the
death and burial custom prevailing in this part of the world.
“A plaintive and melancholy wail which suddenly broke on my ear
induced me to return to the square to witness the funeral ceremonies of a
young woman who had died on the previous night. The priests and
deacons had mustered in strong force, and came fully robed, and their
flaring and tawdry ceremonials ill accorded with the mournful ceremony
they were about to perform. Some of the priests went into the house
where the deceased lay to comfort the bereaved relatives, but the greater
number continued outside waving incense and chanting. The corpse,
which meantime had been washed and dressed, was brought out on its
bier, and the procession formed. On seeing this, the relatives and friends
gave vent to their uncontrollable griefs in the most violent and agonizing
lamentations. Some frantically grasped the bier, as if they would still retain
the beloved object; others gave utterance to the heart’s intense despair by
sobs and sighs, by tearing their hair, rending their clothes, and even by
dashing their nails into their neck and face till the blood trickled down in
copious streams. The most affecting and touching sight was the mother,
the old grandmother, and two sisters, who each with some trifling
memento of the departed in their hands, ran distractedly about the court,
telling every one some story or incident connected with those precious
relics of an undying love, which they continually pressed to their lips.
“The prayers being ended, the bier was lifted on the shoulders of the
bearers, and preceded by the priests moved towards the grave-yard. Here
arrived, after a psalm had been chanted, the fees paid to the priests, and
the deceased formally absolved, the friends and relatives are allowed to
gaze for the last time on the face of the dead, which is coffined or not,
according to the means of the surviving friends. Then another psalm is
chanted and the body lowered into the grave.
“The mourners now retire to the house of the deceased, where every
morning for a whole week the lesko or waking ceremony is repeated.
During this period no fire may be kindled in the house, nor any food
prepared; but all the wants of the bereaved must be provided for by the
friends and neighbours, who willingly do this, as it is considered a good
and meritorious work.”
We have already presented the reader with a coloured picture of the
manner in which the Sambo Indian of the Mosquito shore is carried, or
rather dragged, to his final resting-place. We will now, with the permission
of Mr. Bard, who was an eye-witness of the curious scene, give the
details:—
“My friend Hodgson informed me that a funeral was to take place at a
settlement a few miles up the river, and volunteered to escort me thither in
the pitpan, if Antonio would undertake the business of paddling. The
suggestion was very acceptable, and after dinner we set out.
“But we were not alone. We found dozens of pitpans, filled with men
and women, starting for the same destination. It is impossible to imagine a
more picturesque spectacle than these light and graceful boats, with
occupants dressed in the brightest colours, sailing over the placid waters
of the river. There was a keen strife among the rowers, who, with shouts
and screeches, in which both men and women joined, exerted themselves
to the utmost.
“Less than an hour brought us in view of a little collection of huts,
grouped on the shore under the shadow of a cluster of palm trees, which
from a distance presented a picture of entrancing beauty. A large group of
natives had already collected on the shore, and as we came near we
heard the monotonous heating of the native drum, relieved by an
occasional low and deep blast on a large hollow pipe. In the pauses we
distinguished suppressed wails, which contained for a minute or so, and
were then followed by dreary music of the drum and pipe.
“On advancing towards the huts and the centre of the group, I found a
small pitpan cut in a half, in one part of which, wrapped in cotton cloth,
was the dead body of a man of middle age. Around the pitpan were
stationed a number of women with palm branches to keep off the flies.
Their frizzled hair started from their heads like snakes from the brow of
the fabled Gorgon, and they swayed their bodies to and fro, keeping a
kind of treadmill step to the measure of the doleful tum-tum. With the
exception of the men who beat the drum and blew the pipe, these women
appeared to be the only persons at all interested in the proceedings. The
rest were standing in groups, or squatted at the roots of the palm trees. I
was beginning to grow tired of the performance, when, with a suddenness
which startled even the women, four men, entirely naked excepting a cloth
tied round their loins and daubed over with variously-coloured clays,
rushed from the interior of one of the huts, and hastily fastening a piece of
rope to the half of the pitpan containing the corpse, dashed away towards
the woods, dragging it after them like a sledge. The women with the
Gorgon heads, and the men with the drum and trumpet, followed them on
the run, each keeping time on his respective instrument. The spectators
all hurried after in a confused mass, while a big negro, catching up the
remaining half of the pitpan, placed it on his head, and trotted behind the
crowd.
“The men bearing the corpse entered the woods, and the mass of
spectators jostling each in the narrow path, kept up at the same rapid
pace. At the distance of perhaps two hundred yards, there was an open
space, covered with low, dark, tangled underbrush, still wet from the rain
of the preceding night, and which, although unmarked by any sign, I took
to be the burial-place. When I came up, the half of the pitpan containing
the body had been put in a shallow trench. The other half was then
inverted over it. The Gorgon-headed women threw in their palm-branches,
and the painted negroes rapidly filled in the earth. While this was going
on, some men were collecting sticks and palm-branches, with which a
little hut was hastily built over the grave. In this was placed an earthen
vessel, filled with water. The turtle-spear of the dead man was stuck deep
in the ground at his head, and a fantastic fellow, with an old musket,
discharged three or four rounds over the spot.
“This done, the entire crowd started back in the same manner it had
come. No sooner, however, did the painted men reach the village, than,
seizing some heavy machetes, they commenced cutting down the palm-
trees which stood around the hut that had been occupied by the dead
Sambo. It was done silently, in the most hasty manner, and when finished,
they ran down to the river and plunged out of sight in the water—a kind of
lustration or purifying rite. They remained in the water a few moments,
then hurried back to the hut from which they had issued, and disappeared.
“This savage and apparently unmeaning ceremony was explained to
me, by Hodgson, as follows:—Death is supposed by the Sambos to result
from the influences of a demon, called ‘Wulasha,’ who, ogre-like, feeds
upon the bodies of the dead. To rescue the corpse from this fate, it is
necessary to lull the demon to sleep, and then steal away the body and
bury it, after which it is safe. To this end they bring in the aid of the drowsy
drum and droning pipe, and the women go through a slow and soothing
dance. Meanwhile, in the recesses of some hut, where they cannot be
seen by Wulasha, a certain number of men carefully disguise themselves,
so that they may not afterwards be recognized and tormented; and when
the demon is supposed to have been lulled to sleep, they seize the
moment to bury the body. I could not ascertain any reason for cutting
down the palm-trees, except that it had always been practised by their
ancestors. As the palm-tree is of slow growth, it has resulted, from this
custom, that they have nearly disappeared from some parts of the coast. I
could not learn that it was the habit to plant a cocoa-nut tree upon the
birth of a child, as in some parts of Africa, where the tree receives a
common name with the infant, and the annual rings on its trunk mark his
age.
“If the water disappears from the earthen vessel placed on the grave—
which, as the ware is porous, it seldom fails to do in the course of a few
days—it is taken as evidence that it has been consumed by the dead
man, and that he has escaped the maw of Wulasha.”
Last in this melancholy chapter on African funerals comes Dahomey.
And having at length arrived at the end of our task, we would once more
impress on the reader’s mind that, with very few exceptions, the
illustrations of savage life here given are not affairs of the past—they exist
now, at the present day and hour. At the very moment the reader is
perusing our account of Dahoman blood-rule, blood-rule is dominant. Only
that so many thousands of miles part the reader from the scene of these
atrocities, he might still hear the wail of the victims as he reads. That we
are authorised in making these remarks, we will prove to the reader by
placing before him the very last report from this horrible country—that
furnished to Government by Commodore Wilmot, January, 1863. As
already narrated in this book, once a year the whole of the king’s
possessions are carried through the town, that the people may see and
admire.
It was during the procession of the king’s treasures that the “human
sacrifices” came round, after the cowries, cloths, tobacco, and rum had
passed, which were to be thrown to the people. A long string of live fowls
on poles appeared, followed by goats in baskets, then by a bull, and lastly
half-a-dozen men with hands and feet tied, and a cloth fastened in a
peculiar way round the head.
The Very Last Dahoman “Custom.”
A day or two after these processions, the king appeared on the first
platform: there were four of these platforms, two large and two small. His
father never had more than two, but he endeavours to excel him in
everything, and to do as much again as he did. If his father gave one
sheep as a present, he gives two. The sides of all these platforms were
covered with crimson and other coloured cloths, with curious devices, and
figures of alligators, elephants, and snakes; the large ones are in the form
of a square, with a neat building of considerable size, also covered over,
running along the whole extent of one side. The ascent was by a rough
ladder covered over, and the platform itself was neatly floored with dried
grass, and perfectly level. Dispersed all over this were chiefs under the
king’s umbrellas, sitting down, and at the further end from the entrance
the king stood, surrounded by a chosen few of his Amazons. In the centre
of this side of the platform was a round tower, about thirty feet high,
covered with cloths, bearing similar devices as the other parts. This is a
new idea of the king’s, and from the top of this tower the victims are
thrown to the people below. When the king is ready, he commences by
throwing cowries to the people in bundles, as well as separately. The
scramble begins, and the noise occasioned by the men fighting to catch
these is very great. Thousands are assembled with nothing on but a
waist-clout, and a small bag for the cowries. Sometimes they fight by
companies, one company against the other, according to the king’s fancy;
and the leaders are mounted on the shoulders of their people. After the
cowries, cloths are thrown, occasioning the greatest excitement. While
this lasts, the king gives them to understand that if any man is killed,
nothing will be done to the man who is the cause of it, as all is supposed
to be fair fighting with hands, no weapons being allowed. Then the chiefs
are called, and cowries and cloths are given to them. The king begins by
throwing away everything himself; then his Amazons take it up for a short
time, when the king renews the game and finishes the sport, changing his
position from one place to another along the front part of the platform.
When all that the king intends throwing away for the day is expended, a
short pause ensues, and, by and by, are seen inside the platform the
poles with live fowls (all cocks) at the end of them, in procession towards
the round tower. Three men mount to the top, and receive, one by one, all
these poles, which are precipitated on the people beneath. A large hole
has been prepared, and a rough block of wood ready, upon which the
necks of the victims are laid, and their heads chopped off, the blood from
the body being allowed to fall into the hole. After the fowls come the
goats, then the bull, and, lastly, the men, who are tumbled down in the
same way. All the blood is mixed together in the hole, and remains
exposed with the block till night. The bodies of the men are dragged along
by the feet, and maltreated on the way, by being beaten with sticks, hands
in some cases cut off, and large pieces cut out of their bodies, which are
held up. They are then taken to a deep pit and thrown in. The heads alone
are preserved by being boiled, so that the skull may be seen in a state of
great perfection. The heads of the human victims killed are first placed in
baskets and exposed for a short time. This was carried on for two days.
Mr. Wilmot would not witness the slaying of these men on the first day, as
he was very close to them, and did not think it right to sanction by his
presence such sacrifices. He therefore got up and went into a tent, and
when all was over returned to his seat. One of the victims was saved:—
“While sitting in the tent a messenger arrived, saying, ‘The king calls
you.’ I went and stood under the platform where he was. Tens of
thousands of people were assembled; not a word, not a whisper was
heard. I saw one of the victims ready for slaughter on the platform, held by
a narrow strip of white cloth under his arms. His face was expressive of
the deepest alarm, and much of its blackness had disappeared; there was
a whiteness about it most extraordinary. The king said, ‘You have come
here as my friend, have witnessed all my customs, have shared
goodnaturedly in the distribution of my cowries and cloths; I love you as
my friend, and you have shown that an Englishman, like you, can have
sympathy with the black man. I now give you your share of the victims,
and present you with this man, who from henceforth belongs to you, to do
as you like with him, to educate him, take him to England, or anything else
you choose.’ The poor fellow was then lowered down, and the white band
placed in my hands. The expression of joy in his countenance cannot be
described: it said, ‘The bitterness of death, and such a death, is passed,
and I cannot comprehend my position.’ Not a sound escaped from his lips,
but the eye told what the heart felt; and even the king himself participated
in his joy. The chiefs and people cheered me as I passed through them
with the late intended victim behind me.”
And now let us describe the burial of a Dahoman king; would it were of
the last king of this accursed nation of fanatics and murderers:
On the death of a king, a description of cenotaph, surrounded by iron
rails, is erected in the centre of this catacomb. On the top of this they
place an earthen coffin, cemented together by the blood of one hundred of
the captives taken in the last wars, who are sacrificed on the occasion of
the king’s death that they may attend on their sovereign in the next world.
The corpse of the king is then deposited in this coffin, with the head
resting on the skulls of other conquered kings, and as many relics of
royalty, such as the skulls and bones, as can be placed beneath the
cenotaph are put there as trophies of the deceased sovereign. When all is
arranged, the doors of this subterraneous catacomb are thrown open, and
eighty of the female dancers connected with the court, together with fifty
soldiers of the royal guard, are compelled to enter. All these are supplied
with provisions, and are destined to accompany their sovereign to the land
of shades—in other words, they are offered as a living sacrifice to the
manes of their departed king; and, strange as it may appear, there is
always a sufficient number of volunteers of both sexes who consider it an
honour thus to immolate themselves.
The entrance of the catacomb having remained open for three days, to
receive the deluded votaries, the prime minister covers the coffin with a
black velvet pall, and then divides, between himself, the grandees, and
the surviving women, the various presents of jewels and clothes made by
the new king to the shade of the departed.
During eighteen moons, or months, the heir acts as regent, governing
with two of his ministers in the name of the deceased king. At the
expiration of the above period, he convenes the whole court at the palace
of Ahome, whence they proceed to the subterraneous tomb, when the
coffin is opened, and the skull of the deceased king is taken out. The
regent, taking it in his left hand, and holding a hatchet in his right, for the
first time proclaims aloud the fact, of which the people are supposed to be
ignorant, that the king is dead, and that he has hitherto governed only in
his name. The company present, on hearing this, fall prostrate, covering
themselves with earth in token of profound grief, which, however, does not
continue long; for, laying aside the skull and hatchet, the regent draws a
sword from its scabbard, and proclaims himself their king. The people
immediately make a loud noise with their rude instruments of music, and
dancing and other manifestations of mirth follow.
On this occasion all the grandees of the principal white men, who
conduct the sarames, or factories, present valuable gifts. This is what is
termed the “great custom,” to distinguish it from the six months’ custom.
Even on this festive occasion some hundreds are immolated that they
may convey to the deceased king the tidings of his successor’s
coronation. The blood of the victims being mixed with clay; a kind of large
pot, something in the shape of an oven, and perforated with holes, is
formed. Into this the skull and bones of the deceased king are put, and it
is filled up with silk and other articles. On a certain day he goes to pay a
visit to his father’s skull, to which he makes an offering, by pouring in,
through the holes, brandy, zumbi, and cowries, the current medium of
exchange in the kingdom. The latter are presented in order that the
deceased may pay his way in the next world, and not disgrace his
successor by getting into debt.
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