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A quiver is a container for arrows. Quivers have been traditionally made of leather, bark, wood, furs and other natural materials; modern quivers are often made of metal and plastic.
Some contemporary quivers are designed for special usage such as for speed shooting. Cavalry quivers may be attached to the saddle. Most archers still use a traditional quiver at the hip or on the back, for general arrow storage and target practice, while using a specialized quiver when needed.
The Boy Scouts of America Merit Badge Series Books: Archery lists different kinds of quivers:
Belt quivers attach to your belt and allows you to reach arrows easily. Styles include vertical, diagonal, hip, pocket, and holster. Ground quivers stick in the ground. They may have a rack to hold your bow as well as a container to keep your arrows upright. Back quivers sling over either shoulder. One drawback to these quivers is that you must reach high to withdraw an arrow, a problem if you are trying to sneak up on game or you are target shooting in a forested area. Bow quivers attach to the bow, giving the hunters the convenience of carrying only one piece of equipment through the brush. Some field archers use bow quivers, but tournament archers usually find them too clumsy.
You'd leave me at the side of the road to die
(You'd leave me at the side of the road to die)
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
You don't need me anymore to listen to your lies
(You don't need me anymore to listen to your lies)
I won't be no fool for you any longer
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Well it's me, myself, and I
Quiver at the thought of you
Me, myself, and I
Quiver at the thought of being alone
What makes me sick,
What makes me quiver
Just the thought of being alone
Like a needle in a haystack with nowhere to hide
(Like a needle in a haystack with nowhere to hide)
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Like a wing- clipped eagle who's waiting to fly
(Like a wing- clipped eagle who's waiting to fly)
No I won't be trapped in you any longer
What doesn't kill you makes you stronger
Well it's me, myself, and I
Quiver at the thought of you
Me, myself, and I
Quiver at the thought of being alone
What makes me sick,
What makes me quiver
Just the thought of being alone
What make me sick
What makes me quiver
Quiver
Well it's me, myself, and I
Quiver at the thought of you
Me, myself, and I
Quiver at the thought of being alone
What makes me sick,
What makes me quiver
Is the thought of being alone
What makes me sick,
What makes me quiver
Well it's me, myself, and i
Quiver at the thought of you
Me, myself, and i