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Semyon Danilovich Nomokonov (1900-1973) was a renowned Soviet sniper of Evenk heritage who served in the Red Army during World War Il.
Born in Siberia into a family of hunters, he developed exceptional marksmanship and tracking skills from a young age, which later translated into his military career.

Initially drafted into non-combat roles due to limited Russian language proficiency, he was eventually recognized for his shooting ability and reassigned as a sniper. Over the course of the war, Nomokonov became one of the most effective snipers on the Eastern Front, credited with hundreds of confirmed kills against Axis forces.

Nicknamed the "Taiga Shaman" by his comrades, Nomokonov was known for his patience, stealth, and use of traditional hunting techniques adapted to warfare. He often carved notches into his pipe to mark each confirmed kill, a practice that became part of his legend. Serving primarily in harsh front-line conditions, he trained other snipers and contributed to the Soviet Union's broader sniper program.

This photograph shows Pennsylvania state militia entering Homestead after the violent July 1892 confrontation between locked-out Carnegie steelworkers and Pinkerton guards. The militia's arrival placed the town under martial law and helped the company regain control of the mill.

Between 1970 and 1973, Dean Corll lured dozens of boys and young men into his Houston home with offers of candy, parties, and work. To his neighbors, he was known as the friendly “Candy Man,” but in secret, he was orchestrating one of the worst serial murder cases in American history.

Corll befriended two teenagers, David Brooks and Elmer Wayne Henley, and groomed them into helping abduct victims. The murders only ended in 1973 when Henley turned on Corll during an attempted attack and shot him dead. The discovery of dozens of buried bodies would later be called the "Houston Mass Murders."

Read more here: Inside The Depraved Crimes Of Dean Corll, The ‘Candy Man’ Killer Of 1970s Houston

Twenty mushers and their dog teams relayed diphtheria antitoxin from Nenana to isolated Nome in about five and a half days. Kaasen's team, led by Balto, brought it into Nome after covering the final 53 miles. Balto became the public face of the rescue, although Leonhard Seppala and Togo covered the relay's longest and most dangerous stretch. The achievement belonged to the entire chain of mushers and dogs.

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JANUARY 27, 1961,
THE RAID THAT ALMOST BLEW ITS OWN COVER

On January 27, 1961, my grandfather, IRS Intelligence Group Supervisor Fred G. Pastore, was coordinating a series of federal raids targeting illegal coin-operated gambling machines across Massachusetts.

The staging area?

A Howard Johnson’s on Route 1.

Shortly after noon, three moving vans were positioned behind the restaurant. Federal agents began transferring their equipment into them — Federal Reserve Bank canvas money bags, raid kits, crowbars and other gear.
One truck headed toward Taunton.
Another toward Southbridge.
A third toward Canton.

The raids were scheduled to begin at 1:30 PM.
Then something unexpected happened.
Fred went inside Howard Johnson’s for lunch.
While he was eating, he watched a Massachusetts State Police cruiser pull into the parking lot.

Then came a WBZ sound cruiser.
Apparently, people at Howard Johnson’s had seen a group of men loading money bags and equipment into moving vans and called authorities to report the suspicious activity.
The police — and the news media — had unknowingly stumbled onto the staging area for a federal operation.

Fred deliberately didn't identify himself. As he later wrote:
“I believed that to identify myself at that time would, in all probability, alert him to the fact that federal raids were in progress.”

At 1:30, after the raids had begun, Fred approached the WBZ driver and suggested he call his news editor.
The official press release had just gone out.

By 2:00 PM, a WBZ Channel 4 cameraman arrived and headed south on Route 128 after the agents.
Fred stayed behind at Howard Johnson’s, taking telephone reports from his agents and relaying the results to his Chief before eventually heading to Taunton himself.

But by then, word was spreading incredibly fast.
Reporters began following the agents from location to location — and someone apparently warned the owner of the gambling machines.
At four remaining locations, the machines were gone.

Then comes perhaps my favorite line in the entire report:
“Fortunately, the agents discreetly persuaded the owner of the machines…to return them to the various cafes so they could be legally seized on the search warrants.”

Fred concluded:
“I mention this merely to illustrate how fast the news travels.”

More than six decades later, I found his original account of that day among the papers he left behind.

These are the kinds of forgotten stories hidden inside The Box — firsthand records of organized crime, gambling, corruption and federal investigations in Boston and New England during an extraordinary period in American history.

CONFIDENCE OF THE MOB

The story of IRS Intelligence Group Supervisor Fred G. Pastore — told through the records he left behind.

NOTE: The document does have a typo that says 1962 on one page instead of 1961.

If you guys like these kinds of documents and stories, let me know, I’ll drop more. I have a whole box full of them. Take care.

The U.S. Army Corps of Engineers built a temporary rock-and-earth cofferdam above the American Falls, diverting the water toward Horseshoe Falls. The American Falls remained dewatered from June 12 until November 25 while engineers mapped the riverbed, drilled test cores and studied erosion and rockfall. Nearly 28,000 tons of fill went into the temporary dam.

Those of us who are fortunate enough to work with children know how inspiring they can be. Being a parent is a gift in itself, but witnessing the remarkable growth, confidence, and maturity that children can achieve over the course of a single school year is nothing short of magical. At the same time, children possess an innocence and vulnerability that awakens the protector within us. How many stories have we heard of teachers, caregivers, and ordinary people sacrificing themselves to protect the children in their care? It is only natural, then, that hearing about terrible things happening to children who have no one to defend them touches something deep within all of us.

One such child was Iqbal Masih.

Iqbal was born in Pakistan in 1983 to a poor Punjabi Catholic family. His father abandoned the family, leaving Iqbal's older sister to help care for him and his three siblings while their mother struggled to support them by cleaning houses. At some point, Iqbal's father took out a loan from a thekedar (a carpet factory owner) for 600 rupees, using the only collateral he possessed, his children. Thus began Iqbal's life of bonded servitude at the age of four, forced to work to repay his father's debt.

Because selling children into labor was illegal, these peshgi (loans) operated outside any meaningful government oversight. Factory owners freely added fees and exorbitant interest, making the debt virtually impossible to repay. For many families, the loan became a life sentence passed from parent to child.

The number of bonded laborers trapped in this system reached into the hundreds of thousands. Iqbal was only one of countless children forced to sit at a carpet loom for as many as fourteen hours a day. They were given little food and severely beaten for even the slightest perceived misbehavior. It is difficult to comprehend such cruelty when we remember that Iqbal was only five years old. Years of abuse and malnutrition permanently stunted his growth. By the age of twelve, he had the physical appearance of a six-year-old child.

What can be said about the human spirit? Among the thousands of children suffering under the same conditions, what gave Iqbal, at only ten years old and after six years of bondage, the courage to simply say, "No more?"

Having learned that the Pakistani government had declared bonded labor illegal, Iqbal escaped from the factory. He sought help at a police station, hoping to report his employers. Instead of protecting him, the police returned him to the factory and accepted a reward for doing so. Despite the brutal punishment that followed, Iqbal refused to surrender. He escaped a second time and eventually found his way to a school operated by the Bonded Labour Liberation Front (BLLF).

There, he was welcomed, educated, and given something he had never truly known, freedom. His determination was extraordinary. He completed a four-year educational program in only two years. During this time, he began speaking publicly about the horrors of bonded child labor, telling his story to anyone who would listen. Though still only a child himself, he became a leading voice against the practice and was eventually credited with helping to secure the freedom of more than 3,000 children.

In 1994, Iqbal received the Reebok Human Rights Award. During his acceptance speech, he said:

"I am one of those millions of children who are suffering in Pakistan through bonded labour and child labour, but I am lucky that due to the efforts of Bonded Labour Liberation Front, I go out in freedom. I am standing in front of you here today. After my freedom, I joined BLLF School and I am studying in that school now. For us slave children, Ehsan Ullah Khan and BLLF have done the same work that Abraham Lincoln did for the slaves of America. Today, you are free and I am free too."

On Easter Sunday in 1995, at just twelve years old, Iqbal was doing something every child should be free to do, riding bicycles with his friends. He knew there were people who wanted him dead. He had received numerous death threats because his activism threatened the enormous profits of the carpet industry. On that day, his assassins caught up with him.

Iqbal was shot and killed while riding his bicycle. Many believe he was murdered by members of the so-called "Carpet Mafia," individuals whose purpose was to protect the interests of the carpet factories by silencing those who challenged them. In death, Iqbal joined the ranks of the heroes he admired, including Abraham Lincoln, sacrificing his life in the pursuit of freedom for others.

Although Iqbal's life was tragically brief, his influence continues to be felt around the world. Among the many honors bestowed upon him after his death, one stands out in particular. In 2014, the Nobel Peace Prize was jointly awarded to Kailash Satyarthi and Malala Yousafzai for their courageous efforts to defend the rights of children. Satyarthi was recognized for his decades-long fight against child labor and the exploitation of children, while Yousafzai was honored for her advocacy of every child's right to an education. During his acceptance of the award, Satyarthi paid tribute to Iqbal Masih, acknowledging that the young boy's courage and sacrifice had inspired his own work, and he dedicated the honor to Iqbal's memory. In doing so, he ensured that Iqbal's voice and the cause for which he gave his life, would continue to be heard around the world.

The life of Iqbal Masih reminds us that courage is not measured by age, size, or strength. It is measured by the willingness to stand for what is right, regardless of the cost. A boy who should have been forgotten in the darkness of a carpet factory instead became a light for millions, exposing an injustice that many preferred not to see. His story continues to challenge us to defend those who cannot defend themselves and to refuse to remain silent in the face of exploitation.

Thank you, dear Iqbal, for your courage, your determination, and your unwavering spirit. Though your life was far too short, your legacy continues to inspire the world.

You will not be forgotten.

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In 1865, a wounded white soldier lay on the ground with three arrows in his body when Lakota warriors approached to take his scalp.

A woman named Wambli Autepewin — Eagle Woman That All Look At — stepped between them. She threw her shawl over the man, gathered him into her arms, and declared that he belonged to her now. The warriors backed away.

Eagle Woman, born around 1820 into a Two Kettle Lakota family, had long moved between Native and settler worlds. She married fur traders, raised children, and became a skilled interpreter and intermediary. Her authority was recognized by both communities; her word carried weight in moments of tension.

The soldier she protected died of his wounds a few days later. The incident was one of several occasions on which she risked her own safety to prevent further violence. In the years that followed she continued working for negotiation rather than open conflict, helping arrange councils, distributing supplies, and later becoming one of the few women to sign a formal treaty with the United States.

Her life was spent trying to hold space between two societies that were increasingly at war. The moment in 1865 — a shawl thrown over a fallen enemy and a clear claim of protection — remains one of the clearest recorded examples of the personal courage that defined her.

On January 15, 1919, a storage tank containing more than 2.3 million gallons of molasses collapsed in Boston's North End. Contemporary estimates put the first wave as high as 15 feet and moving at roughly 35 mph. It killed 21 people, injured about 150 and smashed buildings and elevated-rail supports. A court-appointed auditor later found that structural weakness—not the sabotage alleged by the company caused the collapse.

The men belonged to the 25th Infantry Bicycle Corps, an experimental unit of Black enlisted soldiers based at Fort Missoula. Each bicycle carried camping equipment, food, a rifle, ammunition and repair gear. The corps rode from Montana to St. Louis through mud, sand, rocks and mountain weather to test the bicycle as a military transport. The experiment ended as the Army shifted its attention to the Spanish-American War and, later, motor vehicles.

Mark Twain is holding one of Tesla's experimental vacuum lamps during a visit to the inventor's New York laboratory. The lamp was illuminated by Tesla's high-frequency apparatus without a conventional wired connection to the power source. Tesla is the barely visible figure at the left. The photograph appeared with T. C. Martin's article “Tesla's Oscillator and Other Inventions” in *The Century Magazine* in 1895.