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THE furniture, though otherwise of the customary proportions, had all been dwarfed. This had been achieved in some cases by ingenious design in its construction, in others by the simple process of cutting down, thus reducing table and chair, couch and bureau, in itself of whatever grace of style, dignity of age, or fineness of workmanship, to an equality of uncomely degradation in respect of height. The resultant effect was of false perspective. Nor was this unpleasing effect lessened by the proportions of the room itself. In common with all those of the entresol, it was noticeably low in relation to its length and width, while the stunted vaultings of its darkly‐frescoed ceiling produced an impression of heaviness rather than of space. Bookcases, dwarfed as were all the other furnishings, lined the walls to within about two feet of the spring of the said vaulting. Made of red cedar and unpolished, the cornices and uprights of them were carved with arabesques in high relief. An antique, Persian carpet, sombre in colouring and of great value, covered the greater portion of the pale, pink and grey, mosaic pavement of the floor. Thick, rusty‐red, Genoa‐velvet curtains were drawn page: 457 over each low, square window. A fire of logs burned on the open hearth. And this, notwithstanding the unaccustomed warmth of the outside air, did but temper the chill atmosphere of the room and serve to draw a faint aroma from the carven cedar wood.
It was here, to his library,—carried downstairs by his menservants as a helpless baby‐child might be,—that Richard Calmady had come when Helen de Vallorbes departed so blithely to her bed‐chamber. And it was here he remained, though nearly two hours had elapsed since then, finding sleep impossible.
For the wakefulness and unrest of rapidly breeding illness were upon him. His senses and his will had been in very active conflict. Desire had licked him, as with fiery tongues, driving him onward. Honour, self‐contempt in face of temptation to sensual indulgence, an aspiration after somewhat stoic asceticism which had come to influence his action of late, held him back. But now, here and alone, the immediately provoking cause of passion removed, reaction against the strain of all that had very sensibly set in. He felt strangely astray, as though drifting at hazard upon the waters of an unquiet, mist‐blinded sea. He was conscious of a deep‐seated preoccupation regarding some matter, which he was alike unable to forget or to define. Formless images perplexed his vision. Formless thoughts pursued one another, as with the hurry of rumoured calamity, through his mind. A desolating apprehension of things insufficiently developed, of the inconclusive, the immature, the unattained, of things mutilated, things unfinished, born out of due time and incomplete, oppressed his fancy. Even the events of the last few hours, in which he had played so considerable a part, took on a shadowy semblance, ceased to appeal to him as realities, began to merge themselves in that all‐pervading apprehension of defectiveness, of that which is wanting, lopped off, so to speak, and docked. It was to him as though all natural, common sense relations were in abeyance, as though his own, usually precise, mental processes were divorced from reason and experience, had got out of perspective, in short—even as this low, wide, cedar‐scented library, of which the vaulted ceiling seemed to approach unduly close to the marble floor, and all its dwarfed furnishings, its squat tables and almost legless chairs, had got out of perspective.
The alternate purposeless energy and weariful weakness of fever, just as the alternate dry flush and trembling chill of it, distressed him. He had slipped on a smoking‐coat, but even page: 458 the weight of this thin, silk garment seemed oppressive, although, now and again, he felt as though around his middle he wore a belt of ice. Not without considerable exertion he rolled forward a couch—wide, high‐backed, legless, mounted upon little wheels—to the vicinity of the fire. He drew himself up on to it and rested among the piled‐up cushions. Perhaps, if he waited, exercising patience, sleep might mercifully visit him and deliver him from this intolerable confusion of mind. Deliver him, too, from that hideous apprehension of universal mutilation, of maimed purposes, maimed happenings, of a world peopled by beings maimed as he was himself, but after a more subtle and intimate fashion—a fashion intellectual or moral rather than merely physical—so that they had to him, just now, an added hatefulness of specious lying, since to ordinary seeing they appeared whole, while whole they truly and actually were not.
Sternly he tried to shake himself free of these morbid fancies, to bring his imagination under control and force himself once again to join hands with reality and common sense. And, to this end, he turned his attention to the consideration of practical matters. He dwelt on the details of the coaling and revictualling of his yacht, upon the objective of the voyage upon which he proposed to start a few days hence. He reviewed the letters which must be written and the arrangements which must be made with a view to putting his cousin legally in possession of the villa, the rent of which he proposed still to pay to her husband. This suite of rooms he would retain for his own use. That was necessary, obligatory. Yet, why must he retain it? He did not propose to return and live here at any future time. This episode was over—or rather, had it not simply failed of completion? Was it not, like all the rest, maimed, lopped off, ungainly docked? Then, where came in the obligation to reserve these rooms? He could not remember. Yet he knew that he was compelled to do so, because—because—
And, once again, Richard's power of concentration broke down. Once again his thought eluded him, becoming tangled, fugitive, not to be grasped. While, like swarms of shrill squeaking bats disturbed in the recesses of some age‐old cavern by sudden intrusion of voices and of lights, half‐formed visions, half‐formed ideas, once again flapped duskily about him, torturing in their multiplicity alike to his senses and his brain. He fought with them, striving to beat them off in a madness of disgust, half suffocated by the fanning of their foul and stifling wings. Then, exhausted by the conflict, he stumbled and fell, page: 459 while they closed down on him. And he, losing consciousness, slept.
That unconsciousness lasted in point of fact but for a few minutes. Yet to Richard those minutes were as years, as centuries. At length, still heavy with dreamless slumber, he was aware of the stealthy turning of a key in a lock. Little padding foot‐falls, soft as those of some strong, yet dainty, cat‐creature crossed the carpet. A whisper of silk came along with them, like the murmur of the breeze in an oak grove on a clear, hot, summer noon, or the sibilant ripple of the sea upon spaces of fine‐ribbed, yellow sand. And the impression produced upon Richard was delicious, as of one passing from a close room into the open air. Confusion and exhaustion left him. Energy returned. The energy of breeding fever merely; yet to him it appeared that of refreshment, of renewed and abounding health. He was conscious, too, of a will outside himself, acting upon his will—a will self‐secure, impregnable, working with triumphant daring toward a single end. It certainly was unmaimed—in its present manifestation in any case. It told, and with assurance, of completion, of attainment. Yielding himself to it, with something of the recklessness a man yields himself to the poison which yet promises relief, Richard opened his eyes.
Before him stood Helen de Vallorbes. In one hand she carried a little lamp. In the other her high‐heeled, cloth‐of‐gold slippers. Her feet were bare. In the haste of the journey, from her bed‐chamber upstairs through the great rooms and down the marble stairs, the fronts of the sea‐blue, sea‐green dressing‐gown she wore had flown apart, thus disclosing not only her delicate night‐dress, but—since this last was fine to the point of transparency—all the secret loveliness of her body and her limbs. Her shining hair curled low upon her forehead, half concealed her pretty ears, and lay upon her shoulders like a little, golden cape. And, from out this brightness of her hair, the exultant laughter bubbling in her throat, the small lamp carried high in one hand, she looked down at Richard Calmady.
"I waited till the hours grew old and you did not come to me, so I have come to you, Dickie," she said. "Let what will happen to‐morrow, this very certainly shall happen to‐night—that with you and me Love shall have his own way, speak his own language, be worshipped with the rites, be found in the sacraments, ordained by himself, and to which all nature is, and has been, obedient since life on earth first began!"
Helen set down her lamp, let drop her slippers upon the floor, sprang across the intervening space, fierce, yet graceful, as page: 460 some lithe and amorous beast, flung herself down beside Richard Calmady upon the couch, and caressed him with quick, lascivious fingers, while her lips fastened on his lips.
Not till the grey of a rain‐washed, windy morning had come, and Naples had put off its merry sinning, changing from a city of pleasure to a city of labour and, too often, of callously inflicted pain, did Helen de Vallorbes leave the cedar‐scented library. The fire of logs had burnt itself out upon the hearth, and other fires, perhaps, had pretty thoroughly burnt themselves out likewise. Then, with the extinguished lamp in one hand and her high‐heeled, cloth‐of‐gold slippers in the other, she had run swiftly, barefoot, up the cold, marble stairs, through the suite of lofty rooms, her image, in the bleak dimness of the wet morning, given back by their tall mirrors as that of no mortal woman but some fear‐driven, hurrying ghost. Carefully closing the door of the bed‐chamber behind her, she threw her dressing‐gown aside and buried herself in the luxurious softness of the unslept‐in bed. And she was only just in time. Servants began to move to and fro. The house was awake.


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IF THE ploughboy knew how the worm suffers that writhes beneath his foot, surely he would not crush it. If we saw the work of the cruel word, surely we should not utter it. If we could see the light of a life vanish and die out, surely we should be loath to extinguish it. But we never can see, never know, never watch these things; therefore blighting, cursing, and inflicting suffering, we go on our way rejoicing.
Albert Blair was not a cruel man. A man of high principle, the world said. A man to whom no one in trouble ever appealed in vain for help. A man who never gave his horse or dog a blow more than was necessary—a good master, a good man, as the world goes. Yet he felt no sorrow for the young life he had crushed. It had to be done, and he did it—as he beat his dog or discharged his servant when necessary.
He had meant to write to her from London, but important affairs occupied his attention; his specula- speculations page: 161 tions were coming to a bad end—he had no time to think of her.
"I will run down and see her when I go back to Greenwood," he said. "'Tis a pity, as things seem to be turning out, that I ever let the poor little thing make such a fool of me, but it can't be helped now."
Lady Edith with her thousands would have mended matters at once, but what was the use of thinking about her?
The first night after his arrival at Greenwood, Cousin Jonathan came to see him. The little man had heard, on his return, of the frequent visits which had been paid during his absence. Passion has eyes, as far-seeing in the dark as love's, and he knew both visitor and visited so well that he soon came to certain very definite conclusions on the matter of these visits. He knew well that a hundred Harry Blairs were not so to be dreaded as one Piece-of-perfection, with his cold eyes and iron will.
It would be hard to say whether the little man started from home that evening with any particularly fiendish purpose in his head, but his heart was fed on by the green-eyed monster and his weak legs trembled and quaked beneath him as he thought of what might be—of what she might have told. Perhaps the reception from his sometime pupil would be a summary dismissal from a boot point. At any day all Greenwood might know that, in place of Jonathan Barnacles the saint, the holy man, and the page: 162 blessed man of God, they had been bowing down at the shrine of a poor sinner, a man of like passions with themselves. For with the exception of one or two benighted individuals, Cousin Jonathan stood highest of the high in the estimation of the Greenwood world. "He is so pure, so calm, so transparent. If there were more Christians like him, all the world would soon become Christian," one of his admirers was wont to say, when expatiating on his transcendent virtues.
It is a cruel thing they do, who fasten on a man too high a character. 'Tis a small hobgoblin on his shoulder, forever pushing and poking him into the wrong paths, leading more straight along the devil's road than gold, wine, or women. Having committed one action out of keeping with it, he must sin on eternally to make a grave wherein to hide that action.
Cousin Jonathan felt sick at heart as any girl when he knocked at the door and was ushered into the presence of the Piece-of-perfection, who met him just as usual, made him take an armchair, and offered him a cigar.
"You have been ill?" was one of his first remarks, noticing the pale face and troubled look in the usually serene eyes of the little man.
Cousin Jonathan declared he was in perfect health, in the best of spirits; and, after a few more remarks had passed, began to express his gratitude for the page: 163 kind attention shown to his wife and Miss Bock during his absence.
"It was exceedingly kind of you," he continued, rubbing his hands together as nervously as it was possible for such a very unnervous little animal to do.
"It is quite unnecessary, I assure you," said the Piece-of-perfection, knocking the ashes from the top of his cigar into the delicate china stand. "You will understand that it is so when I tell you, as perhaps I should have done sooner, that in all probability, e'er very long, Miss Bock will become my wife."
The little man had a wonderful command over his features, and showed at this announcement no more feeling than that amount of surprise which it was to be expected he would experience.
"You really must excuse me," said Cousin Jonathan; "but I am amazed, astonished; it is so very, so altogether, unexpected. I—you really must excuse me, but I was under the impression that, if ever I had the honour of looking upon any member of your family as the future husband of my charge, it would be another."
"I do not imagine Miss Bock ever had any very great regard for my poor brother," he replied contemptuously, curling the corner of his delicate moustache between his finger and thumb.
"Has she not told you? But of course she will page: 164 have told you more than even I know," said Cousin Jonathan.
"On what subject?" asked Albert Blair, closing his eyes closer than usual and playing with Prince's ears.
"About this affair with your brother; but of course it is all passed now, and I wish you both every blessing, every happiness," said Cousin Jonathan, apparently very much affected.
"I always understood from Miss Bock that she was perfectly indifferent to my brother, in fact rather repelled than favoured his addresses. I imagine you must have misunderstood her."
"Oh, yes, and there can be nothing gained by speaking now over things that are past and gone," said Cousin Jonathan; "and I cannot tell you how grateful, how relieved, I feel to think that the dear child will be in your care. When she seemed so devotedly attached to your brother, of course I did not like to interfere, but it was, I can assure you—it was a cause of great anxiety to me. If she were my own daughter, I could not feel a greater regard for her welfare; and she is so peculiar, so eccentric, that with all her noble qualities and rich and vigorous intellect she has never been able to get on anywhere."
The Piece-of-perfection sat passive, so Cousin Jonathan went on.
"It may seem, and I fear was, very selfish on my page: 165 part, but I could not help feeling less concerned at your brother's trouble and departure than I should otherwise have been. It seemed wholly to change her mind, and as things have turned out I am thankful, how thankful I cannot tell you. He was very sincerely attached to her, but he would never have submitted to her tastes and ideas, as it would be absolutely necessary he should if they were to live together. But that is all past now and I cannot tell you how relieved, how thankful, I feel. I have loved her as if she were my own," said Cousin Jonathan, screwing up the corners of his eyes till they began to look watery.
A long pause followed, then the Piece-of-perfection said, "Perhaps I ought to explain to you that what exists between myself and Miss Bock is not a definite engagement. It is an understanding which either party may bring to an end at any time he or she should wish to do so, and it might be just as well to say nothing on the subject till matters are more definitely arranged."
"Certainly, certainly, if you wish it," said Cousin Jonathan; "but I do hope that matters will soon, very soon, be in that condition. I have often feared that she might be tempted for the sake of wealth and position to give herself away to a man who was utterly unworthy of her. She is so young, and therefore it is only natural that she should desire such things, and having also been brought up in circum- circumstances page: 166 stances of almost more than poverty, they necessarily appear all the more alluring to her."
"I understand that Miss Bock's family, though not wealthy, was a very respectable one. Take another cigar; yours has gone out," said Albert Blair, passing his case.
"Oh, I know nothing, nothing whatever, against the character of any of her relations. Her father was a connection of my own, and as far as I am aware his family are all well to do. Of her mother I know nothing. He made a great mistake in marrying her, I believe. She was some woman he picked up in London and who married as her second husband some low farmer at the Cape. Her grandfather got her home when her mother died, but she could not get on with them; they did not seem to understand the dear child's little peculiarities and could not appreciate her."
It would not take more faith and prayer to obtain pardon for one lie than for twenty; and Cousin Jonathan, having told one, found that lies flow as easily as truths if only one is used to them. Cousin Jonathan held great faith in ghosts, but nowadays dead people do not rise out of their graves and come to avenge themselves, be they ever so slandered; and 'tis safe talking in an English smoking-room of an African farmer between whom and yourself there are some thousand miles of sea and a hundred of still more separating Karoo. Her mother had been page: 167 the only daughter of a wealthy London merchant and had been disinherited for marrying beneath her; but does not every man who finds a wife pick her up, and had not her mother taken as her second husband a Cape farmer? He had only spoken the truth judiciously, of course, very judiciously, but only the truth.
"I feel so sure," he continued, "that you of all men will be able to overlook any small deficiencies in the dear child, when you consider all the adverse circumstances with which she has had to contend. There is something so original and strong, so noble, in her character, that if she were only a little more open she would be almost perfect in my estimate. Not that I mean," said the little man, apparently recollecting himself and speaking with great earnestness—"not that I mean to say she is not quite truthful, but she is sometimes not quite—so open, as one might expect to find her. Her nature is, I believe, a thoroughly truthful one in every respect, and it is only the effect of early mismanagement. And are we not," said Cousin Jonathan, falling into his preaching voice, "are we not all of us formed during the first few years of our lives? What is done then, can it ever be undone, ever?"
He seemed lost in thought for some moments, then he said suddenly: "But it is all right now; I feel so rejoiced to think that for the future she will be shielded and cared for better than I could care for page: 168 her. I have felt very anxious about her lately, very anxious; I could not see clearly where the path of duty lay with regard to her."
"You're a very devil of wickedness or a poor fool of a saint," thought the Piece-of-perfection as he leaned back in his chair with the lamplight falling full on the inscrutable white face, the lines of which Cousin Jonathan was vainly trying to decipher.
"I may tell Mrs. Barnacles, of—of the understanding, may I not?" he said. "She has been much grieved at Undine's sudden freak of leaving us; and I cannot myself understand how the idea came into her head, unless she thought we were imposing on her by leaving her alone with an invalid on her hands. She never told you if that was her reason for leaving us, I suppose?" inquired the little man, casting a quick furtive glance at the face of his companion.
"No; she told me she was leaving because she was weary of the place and wished for change. You are surely not leaving yet?" for Cousin Jonathan had risen to take his departure.
If you wish to ruin a man's character, if you wish to have your revenge on an enemy, if you wish to blight a man's life because you have done him an injury, be sparing with your words. It is the small drop that falls in between the wine and sugar that poisons the cup.
So Cousin Jonathan, having eyes as far-seeing as page: 169 they were blue and saintly, discovered that it was quite impossible for him to remain any longer, much as he wished to do so. There was a special prayer-meeting in his house that night, and his presence there was indispensable.
People remarked, as they walked home after the meeting, that never before had he prayed with the eloquence and earnestness of that evening for perfect purity, for perfect truth; truth that might challenge, not the dull eye of the world, but the deep-seeing, perceiving eye of conscience; truth in thought, truth in word, truth in deed, Godlike truth, he prayed for with passionate fervour. And let he who will sneer and raise the ever-ready cry of hypocrite. Through a long life free of temptation he had in the main been pure and truthful, as those about him deemed him; but the hour of his trial had come and he had fallen, as the son of the morning fell, to rise no more.
The greatest devil among us has his white spots, and the purest saint has ink-black stains which will be clearly visible if he do not keep his white clothing too tight about him.
When his visitor had left him, Albert Blair paced slowly up and down the room. Was the little man a fool, or a devil? He turned the matter over and over in his mind as he passed slowly from one end to the other, with Prince following close at his heels.page: 170
The poison took its full effect, and early the next morning he started for London. "I will write when there," he said. "The little schemer quite deserves to be kept waiting, and it gives her more time to forget me. They may say what they like, but I do believe the little devil likes me or at least my prospects.
"I don't know what's come over Miss Undine," said Nancy, her grandmother's maid, as she stood chatting with her lover over the gate one evening. "When she come first, why, there she'd sit from morning till night, stitch, stitch, stitch, at them lovely white dresses, and staring out of that there window. If we'd not 'a' made her come and eat, I believe she'd just 'a' starved. Well, all of a sudden, just four weeks gone, I went upstairs to make her bed, thinking as how of course she had been up and out hours; and there she was a-sitting on the floor in the middle of the room, never been in bed the whole blessed night, though one could see as she'd been a-laying on it, her dresses and ribbons and all her nice things that she'd been a-working at lying in a pile that high before her.
"'Nancy,' says she, sort of strange and quiet like, 'you can take all these things.'
"'Lor'! Miss Undine,' says I, 'what do you mean?'
"'You can have them,' says she; 'and if you don't page: 171 want them you can burn them,' says she so quiet like, and walks out of the room with her arms a-hanging down at each side of her—like this—and her head a-lying sort of loose like on her chest, as though she'd gone and got her neck broken; and, Lor'! her back was bent as double as an old woman's. I never see anything like it, 'cept when my poor brother Jim got shot in the side by them horrid poachers and came back the night afore he died, looking just like that."
"And did you get the dresses?" asked her lover.
"Course I did," said Nancy, "and other things too. And Miss Undine she just goes on walking about in that 'ere sort of a way. Lor'! and she is queer sometimes; she takes a cloth and begins rubbing down the chairs and things in the parlour. 'I can do that Miss Undine,' says I.
"'No, I like to do it,' says she, and there she sits a-rubbing at one leg of a chair for five minutes or more, like as if she was in a dream like.
"'Don't you think that chair is pretty well about polished down now, Miss Undine?' says I.
"'Yes,' she says, and goes on to another. And, Lor' bless me, if she don't go and lie down under them trees in the garden for a whole blessed day sometimes, as still as a corpse. She is just that deep with blossoms when I come to call her in of an evening; and if I did not, why I do believe she would page: 172 lie there till the morning," said the puzzled Nancy, emphatically.
It was not only Nancy who was puzzled. Her grandmother would watch her wonderingly as for hours she would sit under the great tree that grew before the cottage, gazing vacantly at the soft early grass and the budding hedges. It was no use asking if she were ill; she would only answer, "No, I am well—only tired—rather tired."
"The flowers of last year, when their stalks grew hollow and empty, fell to the ground, to give place and food to the fresh green shoots of this year; then why must we live on, when we are tired, so tired?" she would ask herself. Sometimes she got out the little wooden box where she kept her papers—little songs and allegories, fairy tales and half-written essays. They had lifted her up to heaven when she wrote them; now they were bits of blue paper, scribbled over and blotted, and she would put them away listlessly without ever looking at them.
One night, in the middle of the night, she woke up. Generally she went to sleep early, and slept heavily till morning, but tonight she woke and lay still, listening to the wind as it moaned around the house. Then before her eyes lay the little river, with its muddy banks, and the great trees knocking their bare branches together over it, and the brown still pool where the little feather had nodded up and down, up and down, on that afternoon.page: 173
It had moved very restlessly, but deep down, at the bottom of the pool, it was very still and restful. The mocking sun with his jeering blood-red eye could never look through to see what lay there.
She was tired, so tired; so she got up slowly and drew on her clothes in the dark. She was turning mechanically to feel for her little crimson cloak that hung behind the door, when, "Why should I spoil it?" she thought. So without wrapping anything around her, she went out into the night wind and the darkness, through the long garden, over the uneven field. She stood at last beside the muddy pool. Overhead the leafless branches rattled their dry joints together, and through the rifts in the cloudy sky a few stray stars cast their uncertain reflection on the water.
It seemed so still and quiet, it seemed to lure her to itself.
"I cannot help it—it is not cowardly—I am too tired—so tired. He does not want me any more. There is nothing in the world, and I am so weary," she whispered under her breath, as though excusing herself to some unseen judge.
"I shall never trouble him any more, down there."
She pressed closer to the muddy edge and stood looking down into the water. Then, sudden and unbidden, a thought came to her, as may have come the angel's touch to the lone prophet when in the wilder- wilderness page: 174 ness beneath the juniper tree he laid him down to die.
Might I not serve him!
How or in what way, who could say? But life is very long, and the wheel turns strangely. How could she tell that he would never need her!
The prophet of old ate of the angel's bread and went forty days and forty nights in the strength of that meal; she also ate of angel's meat, the only food which the heavens now yield us, and went forty times forty in the strength thereof.
Back to the house she turned slowly; and no one ever knew how nearly she had found rest and quiet on that windy night.
What a small thing it is sometimes that makes life's kiss sweeter than death's to us—the light in a pair of blue eyes—a little applause for a picture we have put on canvas—a few comprehenders for a song we have written—the knowledge that our name means something when scrawled on the bit of paper which we call a cheque. These mean life for some of us. Take these out of life, and what an unbearable weight it becomes. We walk about in this rich teeming world as through an empty, howling wilderness; and if we do not fear to meet with something more wearying on the other side, how we seek to get out of it by way of a muddy pool, a bullet, or a few drops of arsenic.page: 175
'Tis very strange, very ridiculous, quite incomprehensible, no doubt; but some really do require something more to reward them for the trouble of living than black cloth, roast beef, and the power to use them.

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Family: Ranidae, True Frogs view all from this family
Description Largest in North America. Green-yellow with dark gray mottling. External eardrum large. Webbed hind feet except largest toe. Underside white with gray mottling. Darker markings on hind legs.
Dimensions 9-20.3cm. (3 1/2-8")
Voice Deep call. Heard up to a quarter mile away.
Breeding May-July in north. February-October in south. Eggs attached to underwater vegetation. Tadpoled take up to 2 years to transform.
Habitat Larger, permanent water bodies, swamps, ponds & lakes.
Range Across eastern & central United States, some parts of west.
Discussion Nocturnal. Found at waters edge. Flees to vegetation or water when threatened. Some have caught small birds to eat and snakes. Normal diet is insects, crayfish and small frogs. Harvesting of frogs legs has lead to the introduction of this species outside its natural range.


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Studio Villa near Beautiful Beaches
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|Estrada da Ponta da Piedade, 8600-512 Lagos, Portugal
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This completely independent studio villa boasts a lovely garden holding a table, chairs and sun loungers. Warm colours and tiled floors feature within an open plan living room/kitchen a sofa, a breakfast bar and plenty of cooking appliances. A comfortable double bed is also placed here. The bathroom has a shower.
Head to the coastline to find scenic trails ideal for walking, jogging or cycling. From here, guests can also embark on unforgettable kayak trips to the grottos of Ponta da Piedade. Central Lagos is a 10-minute walk away.
Guests can enjoy a wide variety of sporting and water activities including golf, tennis and scuba diving. Delicious fish based meals and Portuguese wines can be sampled in one the nearby restaurants.
Regras da casaEnjoy it !!!!!!!!!!
Be prepared for all sport activities, especially water activities, power walking, cycling, or enjoy the privacy and the quite of your garden area.
Golf, tennis and all sports available in the area.
Be prepared as well for the best fish in the World and an amazing selection of Portuguese wines in one of the restaurants of the Town or in the Beach.
This will be unforgettable holidays.
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Comentários sobre a acomodação
Your Gasthouse was very nice, we enjoyed our stay pretty much. We where very pleased, because u piked us up from the Trainstation and dropped us at the end of our hollidays at the Busstation. We´ll definataly think about visiting you again.
It was a pleasure to stay in this beautiful guesthouse! João and his wife were very friendly! We felt really welcome. The interieur Design was modern and new. There are many nice beaches in the near. And you can reach the Historic Town in 10 Minutes by feed. We will surely come back!
We had a lovely stay here for two weeks. The studio is a lot bigger than it looks like on the website and Joao is very kind and helpfull. Check the road to the studio on Google Earth before you go, if we did not do that we would not have found it ourselves. We used the bikes every day and could park the car (for free) in front of the house. We loved the sunbeds on the terrace and the location (5 min walk to the beach, 10 minute walk - 3 minute by bike to the city) is fantastic. Joao is the neighbour but we almost did not see him. Great studio for a very good price in great location with beautiful beaches and a lovely city.
We had a wonderful time in Lagos, it felt like being home in Joao's beautiful Casa da Mo!! Everything worked perfectly fine, this is one of the best places we've ever been. Joao and his wife made this place to an awesome oasis, you won't miss anything! Located close to the beach and the city, good restaurants nearby with fresh fish, nice people and absolutely no stress around. We will come back!!
We had a wonderful time here. The house is lovely, spacious and has everything you need; a beautiful garden where you can relax, good WiFi, as well as all the supply you might need if you want to prepare a dinner at home. There's a beautiful beach nearby, and the town center of Lagos is also within walking distance. Joao was very friendly and made us feel welcome by picking us up from the trainstation and leaving us wine, fruit and flowers. We hope to come back one day!
We had a very pleasant stay at João's beautiful apartment. He welcomed us with flowers and fresh fruits. He is very nice and gives tipps for everything we needed to know! I can highly recommend to stay at his apartment and to enjoy the nice surrounding and the beautiful garden!
Die Unterkunft von João ist wunderschön eingerichtet und hat einen sehr schönen Garten. Sie liegt perfekt in Lagos sodass man in wenigen Minuten zu Fuß die schönsten Strände von Lagos erreichen kann und mit dem Auto sogar in 30 Minuten die 11 schönsten Strände Portugals erreicht.
Die Bilder entsprechen voll und ganz der wahrheit. João ist sehr freundlich und spricht sehr gutes Englisch. Wir empfehlen die Unterkunft ausdrücklich weiter!
Excellent accueil. Merci à João qui parle un français parfait et sait se montrer disponible en toute discrétion. Appartement très propre et très agréable avec une belle terrasse qui invite au farniente. Bien situé près des plages de Dona ana, Do Camillo et Pinhão accessible en 5 à 10 mn à pied et proche du centre ville en 15 mn à pied donc pas de problème de stationnement. Nous reviendrons avec plaisir et n'hésiterons pas à conseiller cette adresse à nos amis.
Wir hatten eine wunderbare Woche bei Joao in Lagos. Die Wohnung ist für ein Paar wirklich super geeignet, die Räumlichkeit ist groß genug, die Küche ist voll ausgestattet und jeden Morgen mit einem Frühstück auf der tollen Terasse zu starten hat uns wirklich sehr gut gefallen. Gerne wieder!
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I have (re)started at the university, studing math. I have tried in the past to study math while studing computer science.. but then all my focus is on computers. This time I want to be sure I don't loose focus. I like math.. just that programming is more interesting.
This friday I got a programming job where I am supposed to help implement an economical model for shipping companies. So 3 days for job, 2 days for school, so I am pretty busy at the moment (no remaining time for hacking). I wonder when my AEditor project drop from its 100% activity-level at rubyforge (I haven't done any commits for a long time now). Actually I went to my bank this wensday to talk about a study-loan, and I decided to think about the loan.. so it was really luckily that I got that job.. otherwise I would have been screwed.
This summer I went on a 3 week long vacation to the US, where I drow from Seattle to San Francisco. It was very interesting. I have talked with some ruby people to meet (Chad Fowler, Phil Thomsen), but I first had a chance to go online when we got to San Francisco, because we went camping.. So we never had a chance to meet. It was a nice trip.. I would really have liked to go to Oscon, but maybe next time I will have more luck with it.
When I got home I made a GUI-frontend for AEditor, that uses fxruby. Somehow I managed to add syntax coloring, and still maintain good speed (even though its written entirely in Ruby).


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Think of this dish as a sloppy joe with a corn bread and Cheddar crust — a welcome twist to an American classic.
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Lacked flavor. I would not make this again.
Delicious and kid-friendly. I used my own favorite corn bread recipe that uses 1/2 white, whole-wheat flour and 1/2 corn meal, and added some left-over fresh, cooked corn cut-off-the-cob to the batter. I had spread the cornbread on the meat and then realized I had forgotten the cheese! So I put half of the cheese on top of the corn bread batter, and then put the other half of the cheese on the table for people to sprinkle on their serving to taste. The whole family enjoyed this, will definitely make again.
I agree with the reviewers who say the sauce is kind of bleh, so as loathe as I am to alter a recipe I haven't made first exactly as printed, I doubled the spices upon tasting, added tomato sauce per another reviewer, and then a dash of vinegar (it needed some acid, or some something) and also doubled the cornbread topping. I liked the Lwagnero's idea of making it all in one skillet, so I used my big black cast iron pan. I think maybe my qualm with this recipe is that it was sort of sold as sloppy joe-ish. If I make it again, I will just make sloppy joe filling instead. I do like the "cobbler" idea, and it looks nice and yummy in the pan. The same thing could be done with a big skillet of chili or anything ... the meat portion just wasn't enough of any flavor for me.
I made several adjustments to make this a FOUR fork recipe. My boys devour it. As another reviewer mentioned, the spice is somewhat meh. I double all the spices, but only use half the cayenne and it solves the lack of flavor issue. I also use half grass fed beef and half bison for a little more intensity. I use 1/2 tomato sauce and 1/2 diced tomatoes for a richer saucier meat base. I double the cornbread recipe and spread it across the entire meat base, skipping the cheese altogether and subbing buttermilk for milk. I've used a GF flour blend in place of regular flour and it turns out perfectly for those interested in GF options. Yum.
Excellent! I am a fan of unsweetened cornbread, if you're not, add some sweetener. The only change I made was to add raisins instead of sugar - this somehow reminded me of moraccan spices so I thought the raisins were right - and it was really good. This one goes into the "saved" file.
This needs more. It needs a thicker sauce to bring it all together. I suggest adding some tomato sauce, brown sugar, Worcestershire sauce, mustard, and vinegar. The corn bread is not balanced. It's too much on the corn meal side. I'd balance out the meal and flour more. It also needs salt. I added corn to the meat mixture, but it could have used more veggies.
This is a nice change to the traditional American chop suey. It's easy to make and my son loved it. I used the Jiffy cornbread mix and was fine.
Perfect football food. Filling and tasty. I simplified it by doing it all in one pan. I cook the onion, garlic, and meat in a cast iron skillet and then bake it in the same skillet. A great recipe to play around with as far as seasoning. Will definitely make this again. Very quick and easy to put together.
Existing recipe was pretty good, nothing to write home about. But I LOVE the concept. 3 forks for the original recipe, not 4 because it doesn't reach its potential. I'm glad I tasted it in the skillet to make some adjustments to make this dish livelier. The existing spices seemed to be pointing towards a jerk flavor, so I added clove (under 1/4t), cardamom(1/4t), and amped up the allspice (another 1/4t). The spice additions took the beef flavor to the next level, like the filling of a quality jamaican beef patty. For the cornbread, I added 2T sugar to balance out my added spices and I cut in a spoonful of bacon grease--I like both my cornbread and my cobblers to be crumbly--before adding the wet ingredients. The results were excellent -- 4 forks for sure. I would definitely recommend my adjustments. Wife and house guest were impressed.
My finance and I made this recipe tonight. We omitted the ginger because we were out of it. We used Chili powder instead of the cayanne due to a few family members not liking spicy foods. And we choose to use Jiffy brand cornbread mix (one box) instead of the recipe provided. We prefer this brand over homemade. Overall we liked it and will make it again.


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Makes one 18-inch by 13-inch flatbread
This is one of those seasonal recipes that I can't wait to make each fall, when tiny champagne grapes (also known as Black Corinth grapes) are briefly available at my local farm stand. After a casual meal, I serve squares of this traditional Tuscan flatbread with a selection of Italian cheeses, including an aged pecorino and a soft taleggio (or some of the soft goat cheese I get from my friend Lisa's farm), and small glasses of sweet Vin Santo instead of dessert. If champagne grapes are not available, don't be tempted to use regular table grapes. They have a nice crunch when you eat them out of hand, but they have more water than flavor inside. Instead, try my variations, which also pay homage to Tuscany and also pair well with cheese and Italian dessert wine.
Combine the flour, yeast, salt, honey, oil, wine, egg, water, and orange zest in the bowl of a standing mixer fitted with a dough hook. Give the mixture a few turns with a rubber spatula until a rough dough forms. Knead on medium-high speed until smooth and silky, 6 to 8 minutes.
Transfer the dough to a lightly oiled bowl or dough-rising container, cover the bowl with plastic wrap, and let stand at room temperature for up to 1-1⁄2 hours.
Oil the bottom and sides of a rimmed baking sheet. Turn the dough onto a lightly floured countertop and divide into 2 equal pieces. With a floured rolling pin, roll 1 of the pieces into a rectangle measuring about 15 by 12 inches. Place the rectangle on the prepared baking sheet and press the dough so that it covers the bottom and comes up the sides of the sheet.
Sprinkle three-quarters of the grapes evenly over the dough. Roll out the remaining piece of dough and place it on top of the grapes, stretching it to cover. Sprinkle the remaining grapes evenly over the dough. Allow the schiacciata to sit, uncovered, for 20 minutes.
Preheat the oven to 400°F. Bake the schiacciata in the middle of the oven until well-browned, 45 to 50 minutes. Let cool on the baking sheet for 10 minutes, and then lift it with a large spatula onto a wire rack to cool completely before cutting into squares. Grape Schiacciata will keep at room temperature in an airtight container for up to 2 days.
For a rosemary-walnut schiacciata, replace the orange zest with 3.75 ounces/ 15 grams (2 tablespoons) of fresh rosemary and the grapes with 7 ounces/200 grams (1-3⁄4 cups) of walnuts, chopped.For a cherry tomato–anise schiacciata, replace the orange zest with 3.75 ounces/15 grams (2 tablespoons) of anise seeds and the grapes with 18 ounces/500 grams (3-1⁄2 cups) of cherry tomatoes.
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Woman tries to injure self for ride in ambulance
Fond du Lac - A Fond du Lac woman is accused of throwing herself to the ground and trying to hurt herself so an ambulance would give her a free ride home.
A Reporter of Fond du Lac report says a man called police saying the 36-year-old woman wouldn't stop hassling him for money.
The woman said the man owed her $100. Police told her to take up the matter in court and leave the property. She said she had no money for cab fare and asked police to drive her home.
When the officer refused she asked for an ambulance. The officer said she had to be injured, so she threw herself down and said she hurt her knee.
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Description Pollock (or pollack, pronounced the same, play /ˈpɒlək/, and listed first in most UK and US dictionaries) is the common name used for either of the two species of marine fish in the Pollachius genus. Both P. pollachius and P. virens are commonly referred to as pollock. Other names for P. pollachius include the Atlantic pollock, European pollock, lieu jaune, and lythe; while P. virens is sometimes known as Boston blues (distinct from bluefish), coalfish (or coley), Silver Bills or saithe.
Both species can grow to 3 ft 6 in (1.07 m) and can weigh up to 46 lb (21 kg). The fish has a strongly-defined silvery lateral line running down the sides. Above the lateral line the color is a greenish black. The belly is white. It can be found in water up to 100 fathoms (180 m) deep over rocks, and anywhere in the water column. Pollock are a "whitefish."
Dimensions Up to 3'6" (1.1 m); 46 1/2 lbs (21.1 kg).
Habitat Open ocean, Ocean or bay shallows.
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Demoted police employee files claims against city
Attorney: Police created hostile work environment for former interim chief Scott Stephens
SPOKANE, Wash. - Departmental reorganization, a demotion and a claim that he threatened to "go postal" has put Scott Stephens at odds with the Spokane Police Department, an organization he once ran as interim police chief.
These claims come from attorney Bob Dunn, who spoke with KXLY Tuesday to explain the circumstances surrounding his client being placed on administrative leave last December and the city's move to conduct an independent internal affairs investigation into Stephens.
Mayor David Condon, at an afternoon media briefing held after Dunn held several interviews with local media Tuesday morning, said the decision to bring in an outside party to investigate the Stephens matter was because the city wanted to have transparency and confidence in their review of the matter.
When Anne Kirkpatrick resigned as police chief in late 2011, Condon tapped Scott Stephens to take over as interim chief. For the next nine months Stephens served in that capacity while a search was conducted to find the next chief of police. Despite nearly three decades of service with the Spokane Police Department, early on in the search Condon determined Stephens wouldn't be considered for the position. Stephens stayed on as interim chief until Straub was sworn in as police chief late last summer.
Mayor Condon said Tuesday he stood by his position the selection of Straub as chief was not pre-determined, and that with an "unacceptable" crime rate the police department needed to change and do things differently than they used to, which required a leader that had a solid understanding of metro policing models and experience in implementing cutting-edge policing techniques and approaches.Scott Stephens investigation
Several months into Straub's tenure as chief, he decided to make some significant changes to his command staff. Dunn said that last December, Straub talked to Stephens the day before Straub and Condon announced a sweeping reorganization of the force. Stephens was told he was being demoted from assistant chief to captain. Stephens, the one-time SWAT Team commander who led the department during the interim period between former Chief Anne Kirkpatrick's departure and Straub's swearing in, was being placed in charge of getting the department reaccredited.
Stephens, Dunn said, did not take the reorganization well.
Stephens complained to a fellow officer that he thought he was being treated unfairly. That officer, in turn, went and told Major Craig Meidl, who had been promoted to assistant chief as Stephens' replacement, and Straub. The officer said Stephens had vented his concerns, but then added that Stephens was threatening "to go postal."
Regarding the question of whether Stephens made the "go postal" comment as a fellow officer asserted, Condon deflected Tuesday, saying that was something an independent investigation would determine.
Immediately after being made aware of his comments last December, Straub suspended Stephens and ordered him to take a fitness for duty mental health examination with Dr. Louis Sowers. Sowers cleared Stephens for duty.
Since he was placed on administrative leave in December, the department has been working to resolve Stephens' case by finding a way for him to retire from the force.
"For over a month, we've been negotiating with the city to determine what kind of severance package they could give him if he would just leave quietly," Bob Dunn said.
Before the reorganization he had been assistant chief, however with the reorganization he was a captain, a significant cut in benefits. Their first offer for Stephens was to retire as a captain. But then the department later made a second offer: They were offering him retirement at lieutenant, which would be another cut to his benefits.
At the reorganization he had been demoted to captain, but since he was placed on administrative leave the department decided if Stephens were to return to the force, he would do so at the rank of lieutenant, not captain, a further demotion down from assistant chief, representing a substantial loss to his retirement benefits package.
"They have reduced his salary," Dunn said. "He's being paid a lieutenant's salary. We think that's retaliation and we think it's a hostile work environment they've created for him that's actionable, civilly."
Mayor Condon contradicted Dunn's claim, saying that Stephens is still being paid the salary of an assistant chief of police.
Despite all of this, Dunn, representing Stephens, and the city were close to hammering out a retirement deal that would get Stephens retirement at captain's pay when, last Thursday, Dunn said that the offer was made to Stephens to sign an agreement right there and then as a lieutenant or they would move forward with an internal affairs investigation against him. Stephens did not sign the agreement.
The city made good on that warning Monday when they announced that retired federal Judge Michael Hogan, who successfully mediated a settlement between the city and Otto Zehm's estate, would be investigating an insubordination claim leveled against Stephens.
Stephens, in turn, filed a civil service complaint against the police department. Dunn said the threat of him suing the department is very real because, according to Dunn, a jury would believe that Stephens had not been insubordinate.
"It's a spinning contest, he said/she said. We've got a police chief with 27 years of loyal service, dedicated to this community. I don't think there's any question that a jury hearing this thing is gonna believe Chief Stephens," Dunn said.
Dunn does have a positive track record of defending officers in situations like the one Stephens is facing. He successfully sued the department in two previous wrongful termination cases involving detectives Jay Mehring and Jeff Harvey. Dunn successfully fought the termination of Harvey and Mehring by then-Chief Anne Kirkpatrick.
Both Harvey and Mehring are currently serving with the department.
"Scott Stephens doesn't want a lawsuit. He wants to be treated fairly and if that means they negotiate an early retirement package so that he departs from the City of Spokane Police Department, so be it. At the same time, he's not going to let the train run over him for conduct he did not engage in," Dunn said.
Dunn said Tuesday he didn't know the department was having Judge Hogan, not the department's own Internal Affairs unit, conduct the IA investigation until the news release came out from City Hall Monday.
A city spokesman said Tuesday the city decided to bring Judge Hogan in to conduct the IA investigation so that it would an objective analysis of the case. Condon said Judge Hogan will follow the same procedures as the police department's internal affairs unit in conducting his investigation.
Condon said the investigation should take about two days; Hogan's investigation is expected to be completed by the end of month.
When asked for comment, a police department spokesman said Chief Straub had no comment on this story.
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(More provisions of the Durbin Amendment) Purchases with debit cards are definitely an advantage for retailers and service providers, large and small. Once a debit card purchase is authorized, the funds are guaranteed to be received with the risk of nonpayment totally eliminated.
The funds are automatically, electronically deposited to that business' checking account without an employee making a trip to the financial institution to make a deposit of checks or cash.
U.S. Sen. Jon Tester, D-Mont., introduced legislation that would have delayed implementation of the amendment by one to two years while additional studies were completed. However, on June 8, the Senate voted to refuse to delay the new rules that would cut the fees banks and credit unions can charge retailers to process debit card transactions.
On June 29, the Federal Reserve Board voted to set a higher-than-expected limit on debit card transaction fees from the originally proposed 12 cents per transaction to 21 cents per transaction. This limit is still 52 percent less than the previous average of 44 cents per transaction.
American Bankers Association CEO Stephen P. Wilson said, "the Federal Reserve has taken a significant step toward reducing the harm that could have resulted from the proposed rule."
On the other hand, the National Retail Federation called the Federal Reserve's new regulations "a deep disappointment" because they didn't believe it had gone far enough to limit the fees.
Some believe the Durbin Amendment was passed to punish the nation's largest banks - which receive most of the debit card fees - for taking government bailout money and then paying bonuses to their CEOs.
While private business owners and consumers may feel disconnected from this debate, it is important to be aware of the effects the amendment will have on banks and credit unions, retailers, and on consumers.
The amendment provides a windfall of savings to national retailers like Walmart and Home Depot, as well as significant savings to small business owners who have been hardest hit by the Great Recession. Some economists have speculated that national retailers would decrease prices to compensate shoppers for their lower costs. That will be something to watch.
The amendment will decrease revenues for banks and credit unions. Consequently, consumers may see an increase in fees financial institutions implement to compensate for the lower revenues they will experience. For example, the days of free checking accounts may go away.
The lower transaction fees outlined by the Durbin Amendment will be implemented in October and between now and then, banks and credit unions will be considering different ways to make up for the reduction in debit card transaction fee income. What is an account holder to do if his/her checking account fees go too high?
A community bank CEO was recently quoted advising consumers to protect themselves by shopping around and comparing available options as all bank and credit union offerings are not the same.
I thoroughly support that refrain!
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Film & Discussion: Who Bombed Judi Bari?
On May 24, 1990, Judi Bari and Darryl Cherney were blown up by a bomb that was in their vehicle. The FBI claimed that Bari and Cherney had bombed themselves and Bari was arrested for transporting explosives while she was still hospitalized. Bari and Cherney denied these claims and charges were dropped without going to trial. That leaves the question: Who bombed Judi Bari?
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Two persons who have made lasting impacts on HopeCollege athletics will be recognized through the naming of the press boxes in their honor at the college's new baseball and softball stadiums.
The press box at the Wolters Softball Stadium is being named in recognition of Dr. Anne Irwin while the Boeve Baseball Stadium press box is being named in honor of Norm "Bunko" Japinga.
Dr. Irwin will be honored Saturday, April 26, during the dedication festivities for the softball stadium. Japinga will be recognized prior to the Saturday, May 3, home baseball doubleheader against Alma.
Both stadiums feature spacious, state-of-the-art press boxes that compliment the outstanding playing fields and areas for spectators.
Dr. Irwin was a member of the Hope faculty for 28 years (1976-2004), serving as the college's first director of athletics for women. She coached several sports, including softball, and served as director of intramural sports. She was an outstanding softball player, competing on a national level. Even in retirement she has stayed involved in the college, serving as a bus driver through the transportation department.
Japinga, affectionately known as "Bunko", has been involved in the life of the college for more than 40 years. He joined the staff as the college's first fulltime equipment manager in 1968 and headed the transportation department in its early stages. He retired as a fulltime employee in 1995, but has remained very active in the life of the college, serving as the official scorer at baseball and women's basketball games. He is also a bus driver in the college's transportation department.


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A week after beating the New England Patriots, the Buffalo Bills were the toast of the town, however after losing to the Cincinnati Bengals last week, the Bills are now flying below the radar and weren't mentioned much on NFL talk shows. That could all change again if they push the Philadelphia Eagles to a 1-4 start this Sunday. I can only imagine the Bills prefer to be off the TV and radio s...


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My now 14 week old BLF, and myself got some bad news, and a set back we wasn't looking for today !
After a great training session yesterday we came home, and while I was unloading truck, she and my 7 year old male was playing in yard, I had walked over with lease to get her up to kennel her, she jumped up at my male and he stepped forward, and she missed him falling on her side, and screamed out like I have never heard ! She actually only feel from about knee high, but I couldn't believe how hard she hit !
I immeditaley scooped her up and headed 4 mins away to the vet, he palpated and said everything seemed fine, possible a strain or sprain, and to bring her back today if she didn't improve ! After a long sleepless night, we were right back at vet when they opened this morning. I seen the head vet this morning, and they took x rays, and found a possible fracture ! Off to the specialist with a refferal we went ! After several x rays, and a nervous day the news came back that we was afraid of ! Specialist said she has a fracture of the growth plate on her front leg, left side, at the elbow! Said it appears after several x-rays to be fractured into 2 pieaces, and that scenerio is much better than a growth plate that is shatterd into a bunch of pieaces, were there unable to put back together.
Of course the questions started from me ! Will she every get to hunt? Will she ever get to hunt test ? Will she ever be more than a pet ? The Orthopedic Specialist could give me no gaurantees, but did say this was the most common fracture he sees, and 9 out of 10 pups make a full or close to full recovery if everything goes as planned, and We keep her recovery time good, and careful, and rehab good ! He did say there is a good possibilty of early on-set othritis (Spelling??) But this of course is small compared to the near future !
Have any of you had anything like this happen ? What's ya'lls opinion on outcome ? any tips ?
I am so sick to my stomach ! She was doing so good, has great natural ability, and is just a wonderful pup to be around, can't belive how attached I have gotten to her in such a short time !
She goes under the knife in the morning, and is at the specialist staying tonight, Please keep Little Josie in your thoughts, and I am praying the Specialist has a steady hand !
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Also, Yee-Ling's friend Janina (from Germany) has come over to stay for a couple days, so we've been going out with her and taking her around the city...and also going around the city for the first time ourselves XD. Gamla Stan (the old city) is very pretty, medieval streets, buildings, cobbled roads, there's no place like it. There's also the stockholm culture festival going on right now and it's very cool, bands playing everywhere on 7 stages, tents selling everything from traditional swedish lollies to african tea. The bands are also very cool here, rock, pop, a very cool jazz band with a harmonica and an awesome salsa band!!! *sigh* I wish I remembered more salsa haha.
Anywho...will update again soon, going to Skansen now! A giant outdoor museum with wolverines!! =D
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Just a little follow up on the Patrol Method.. It serves us all well to know what, why, and how we are deliver the promise of Scouting.
"[F]irst and foremost: The Patrol is the character school for the individual. To the Patrol Leader it gives practise in Responsibility and in the qualities of Leadership. To the Scouts it gives subordination of self to the interests of the whole, the elements of self-denial and self-control involved in the team spirit of cooperation and good comradeship.
But to get first-class results from this system you have to give the boy leaders real free-handed responsibility-if you only give partial responsibility you will only get partial results. The main object is not so much saving the Scoutmaster trouble as to give responsibility to the boy, since this is the very best of all means for developing character.
The Scoutmaster who hopes for success must not only study what is written about the Patrol System and its methods, but must put into practice the suggestions he reads. It is the doing of things that is so important, and only by constant trial can experience be gained by his Patrol Leaders and Scouts. The more he gives them to do, the more will they respond, the more strength and character will they achieve.
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|>> Archive: Striper (etc) Flies Tricks of the trade
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I too fish only barbless, although I furnished most all the swap flies with the barbs on allowing the recipient to decide to crush them or not.
I have sunk a couple flies deep into my thumb and pulled them out easily and barely bleed at all. In contrast a fellow fisherman in our party up in Kodiak Alaska had the misfortune of sinking his barbed salmon fly right through his thumb. He was walking over to a new spot when his line got hung up on a rock while holding the fly in his hand. We used a heavy mono line to pull it out. He was bleeding badly and in great pain and the hole was quite larger and split more flesh than a barbless hook would have. Despite our suggestions he didn't want to fish barbless even after this experience do to his belief he would lose more fish. We never lost a single fish due to the lack of barbs, mostly breakoffs, poor knots or fouled hooks.
My limited experience catching Tuna on barbless hooks has proven despite the blistering run and return trip towards the boat they were still hooked despite the huge amount of slack and large amount of time to reel it in. I thought I had lost them for sure. Apparently the drag from the fly line itself was enough to keep them hooked for me.
Perhaps I was just lucky...
Barbless Hooks
|John Desjardins
Re: Good topic!
To follow up on Juro's post, I remember several years ago seeing data published somewhere on different hook coatings. The one that I remember was to avoid cadmium plated hooks at all costs. They had a very high mortality rate due to the cadmium leaching into the fish.
The other item is that circle hooks work with bait, whether it is for stripers or sunfish. Last year I got some # 6 & 8 Mustad circle hooks from Blue Northern to use when bait fishing with my son. The result was a drop in the percentage of fish he caught that were gut hooked fish from ~25% to less than 5%.
I've got it!!
I discovered that my education involves wading the beautiful rivers of the PNW in pursuit of chrome wild winter steelhead. Being proficient in the two-handed rod is mandatory as those daily D-Loop pop quizzes can be a b*tch and they account for a large portion of my grade. Must practice, practice, practice!!!
...wait a minute, you were talking about my college education, weren't 'ya??
Ryan I hope it was because you were trying to figure out how to get that education thing straightned out.
--------- saltRon
Wow...I missed out on a great discussion!!
Note To Self-Read Archive of Striper (etc.) Fly Patterns Board on a daily basis.
Good topic!
If you tie tube flies you can use 'disposable' hooks of any metal and replace them at will. Large enough tubes will allow blind wire loops to hold the hook, surgeon's knot to the leader and you're all set for blues.
I can't say I haven't broken off hooks, I have - but so rarely on stripers that I can only recall one. And it was a freaking submarine.
Blues... well they're another story. But I highly doubt that a blue will be harmed by a lip ornament. I caught one off Fisher's Island that weighed 15# on the scale and had a large piece of bent stainless steel in it's gut... totally in its gut. The twisted metal object looked like it was dropped off a ship or something and eaten as it wobbled downward.
Selection of metals is a much greater concern for bait anglers because of the pecentage of gut hookings. Trout anglers with salmon eggs, catfish anglers, bottom fishing, etc - experience gut hookings as often as they do lip hookings. In these cases using a metal that disintegrates over time would increase the survival odds of the unlucky fish who swallows a tasty bait morsel.
IMHO this is a minor factor for striper flyfishermen simply because fish rarely swallow the fly. It's more likely that they may take it into the gills (also rare), in which case the proper approach is to push it out the gill openings and cut the tippet without damaging the rakers or main gill member which is equivalent to it's aorta. The metal makes no difference in this case though.
Crab flies are the exception, I've had them swallowed in blind fishing situations because stripers try to mash the shells using their throat molar plates. Leaving non-stainless hooks would be a kinder thing for these fish if you insist on using crab flies in blind situations. My solution to this was to stop using a crab fly in blind fishing situations. Sight fishing allows you to time the hookset so you can avoid deep hookups. The problem is much less there. A circle hook for crab patterns is a winning combination for blind fishing with crab flies IMHO.
Stainless steel generates the least ammount of field of all the ferro-magnetic materials. Whether or not a fish can pick it up- who knows?
The question wasn`t wether the hooks were attracted to magnets but rather does stainless generate it`s oun magnetic field which could be detected by fish. Bonderow dedicates a couple of pages in his book, Stripers and Streamers, to this very subject. Either way,my feeling is that a stainless hook is considerably more dangerous than a plated hook which will eventualy disintergrate. I myself, having never broken off a fish, don`t need to be concerned with this problem.
|John Desjardins
|I guess I'd be listed as a doubting thomas on the magnetic properties of hooks altering how many fish are caught. The simplest reason is that I've never had any hook fall off of the magnet glued onto the base of my fly tying vise.
I think you reversed poles by mistake. How's that for a two way pun. Could be a Polish or magnetic pun when you think about it?
Steel hooks attract to magnetic fields. Stainless has very little attraction qualities. Some believe that low voltage of electrons can be sensed by fish and they show an interest.
If that were the case, logic would tell you there would be schools of fish under every oil tanker. One company used to market a magnetic devise that was lowered from a boat with low frequency pulse to attract fish.
Hah!, the old debate of stainless vs. steel hooks. Very heated discussions about 20 years ago. There are pro's and con's for each position. One fallacy I never took light to was steel hook wouldn't last longer than one month. Think it takes longer than that. Most times they get impaled by growing tissue.
To barb or not is a strictly personal preferance, while I advocate it I would be the last one to force my opinion on someone. With the high philosophical content of this discussion I think it only right to ask another question. What about the role of stainless steel as opposed to non-stainless? Surely a fish that swims off with a stainless hook lodged in it`s jaw or gullet has a lot less chance of survival than one that is hooked with a hook that will rust out in a couple of days. True an arguement can be made about non-stainless coroding and discoloring after a few uses, but is anyone here so economicaly challenged that they can`t afford to change a fly after a few uses? By then they get pretty ragged anyways. Also in his book Ray Bondorew states that he believes that stainless hooks create a magnetic field that fish can detect and that he only uses plated hooks for that reason. He admits he dosn`t have scientific proof of this, but who knows?
THE BARB from THE BARDS OF THE BOARD
Well Said to you MR President and to the postings of Adrian, artb,roop,,john and all who contributwed to this thread. This discussion could go on and on with points for both sides but maybe we should say LET YOUR CONSIOUS BE YOUR GUIDE in which ever route you choose to follow.
Tight Lines saltRon
|Well said.. and I agree that it is be better to go barbless.. It is just that ..in many cases.. the bard has not done the damage that I could put my finger on ... with lip hooks ....not gut hooks. so, I guess with the potential of gut hooks... with other or various species, and rough hook removals with lip hooks... those are the most obvious dangers.( apart from removing them from fingers and ears.)
Mr President I agree that this thread has taken more of a philosophical trend than factual. To be factual we would have to start quoting the findings by other bodies of men & women, most unknown to any of us who would be quoting FACTS???? and findings that we would probably disagree with.
We have all fished with barbs in place and possibly practiced release fishing. I doubt that we really made note of the no. of bleeders that we had or there survival rate. I am sure that we still to-day, fishing barbless see those occasional fish that we know will not survive but can not be harvisited for whatever reason.
I guess it still comes down to that personal preference thing but it should be tempered with our hopes for the survival of these beautiful aquatic creatures.
For what its worth saltRon
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Celebrity Tributes to Whitney Houston
Posted 14 February 2012 - 11:00 AM
My heart is destroyed. I lost my idol and dear friend. My prayers go out to Whitney's family and her millions of fans around the world. Whitney -- the greatest voice of all time -- you are my angel and I will always and forever love you.
Robyn Crawford
I met her when she was 16. It was at a summer job. I was working at a community center in East Orange, New Jersey, and she was working just like the rest of us. She was there to work. She introduced herself as "Whitney Elizabeth Houston," and I knew right away she was special. Not a lot of people introduced themselves with their middle names back then. She had peachy colored skin and she didn't look like anyone I'd ever met in East Orange, New Jersey.
She was nothing like the Whitney Houston she became but at the same time she was already there. She knew, and so did everyone around her. She was doing shows in Manhattan with her mother, and she'd change her clothes in the car and get on stage and do her thing. She hadn't signed her contract yet. But she was modeling for Wilhelmina because she was discovered on the street. She was walking in front of Carnegie Hall and someone walked up to her and said, "There's a modeling agency upstairs that's looking for someone just like you." She walked upstairs and they signed her. That's what it was like, that's what she gave off. She looked like an angel. When my mother first met her, she laughed and said, "You look like an angel, but I know you're not." And she wasn't. But she looked like one.
She chose the life she lived, and she chose it from the beginning. She knew the life better than anyone. Her mother was Cissy Houston, and she had been on the road with Dionne Warwick. She got her chops singing in church, and her mother said to her, "You know, you can always sing for free. You can always sing in church. You don't have to choose the professional life." But she chose because she'd been chosen. Some people sing just because. She was never like that. She had to put on her gear. She knew it was going to be a job and that's how she treated it. Once she committed to something, she finished it. Not long after I met her, she said, "Stick with me, and I'll take you around the world." She always knew where she was headed.
And we went around the world. I was her assistant and then her executive assistant and then her creative director. I was her point person for the day-to-day. I traveled all around the world first-class and anyone who ever worked for her will tell you her checks never bounced. You knew she was going to take care of you. She wasn't going to be in a five-star hotel while you were in a two. I flew the Concorde the way some people ride the bus. She shared the fruits, and she changed a lot of lives. The record company, the band members, her family, her friends, me — she fed everybody. Deep down inside that's what made her tired.
It was never easy. She never left anything undone. But it was hard. The Bodyguard was great when it was done, but it was a lot of work. She did the movie, she did the music, she did everything — and when she was done, she was done. She nailed it. The music supervisor brought her Linda Ronstadt's version of "I Will Always Love You" way before Kevin Costner brought Dolly Parton's version — and she always knew what she could do with it. So when Kevin came in and played it for her and told her he wanted her to sing it for the movie, she said, "Fine." She wasn't much for showing off what she had, except when she had to.
I always compare her performance of that song with a great athlete hitting his peak — with Michael Jordan in the playoffs. It was the absolute pinnacle of what she could do, of what anyone could do — and then she had to keep on doing it. Everybody wanted to hear her sing that song, and so she sang it. It didn't matter whether she had a cold, or wasn't in good voice; she had to deliver it, and she had it arranged so she could deliver every last note. And even if the note wasn't there, the feeling was. A lot of her songs were like that. They were a lot to deliver, but she delivered them every note, every time.
It's so strange that she died when she did. February was her month. Her first album was released on Valentine's Day, right around the time of the Grammys, right around the time of Clive Davis's party. It was an orchestrated thing. She was Clive's girl, his great discovery. And she died right before Valentine's Day, right before the Grammys, right before Clive's party. Of course, she was going. I don't know if she was singing, I don't know what kind of pressure she was putting on herself. But she was going, that's for damned sure.
People thought they had to protect her. She hated that. And that's what people don't understand: She was always the one doing the driving. Someone just called and told me that the family kept Whitney from seeing her. Nobody kept Whitney from doing anything. She did what she wanted to do. When people left her or were told to leave, they could never believe that Whitney would never call them — but she never did. She was working hard to keep herself together, and I think she felt that if she admitted any feeling of sadness or weakness she would crumble. One time, back when we were young, we were out, we were partying, and I said, "Listen, I have to go. I'm tired. I can't make it." And she looked at me with her eyes wide and said, "I've got to make it."
And that was Whitney. She could not pick up the phone, and that meant it was too painful. I have never spoken about her until now. And she knew I wouldn't. She was a loyal friend, and she knew I was never going to be disloyal to her. I was never going to betray her. Now I can't believe that I'm never going to hug her or hear her laughter again. I loved her laughter, and that's what I miss most, that's what I miss already.
I'm trying not to think of the end. I'm trying not to listen to all the reports. All these people talking about drugs — well, a lot of people take drugs, and they're still around. Whitney isn't, because you never know the way the wind blows. I just hope that she wasn't in pain and that she hadn't lost hope. She gave so much to so many people; I hope that she felt loved in return. She was the action, for such a long time. She's out of the action now. I hope she can finally rest.
Posted 14 February 2012 - 11:24 AM
Will.I.Am: I'm so sad...whitney houston was so kind, sweet, wonderful, amazing, talented, and a true gift to the world...#iwillalwaysloveyou
Tony Bennett: It's a tragedy. Whitney Houston was the greatest singer I've ever heard and she will be truly missed.
Simon Cowell: I am so sad to hear about Whitney. We have lost one of the greatest singers of all time.
Simon Pegg: I honestly don't know what's more sad the news that Whitney Houston has died or that so many people seemed to relish telling me. #notcool
Carson Daly: Sick to learn of Whitney Houston's passing. On Clive Davis's big night. Prayers to her family. So sad.
Piers Morgan: Still can't quite believe this – interviewed #Whitney 's mentor Clive Davis only last night, talking about her incredible talent.
Tamron Hall: Devastating news #WhitneyHouston
Demi Lovato: "I Look To You – Whitney Houston…. :'(
Posted 14 February 2012 - 11:30 AM
Was my life not enough of a cautionary tale for you?
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Posted 14 February 2012 - 01:55 PM
I couldn't believe it. Immediately I started shaking. I was trying to text everyone that I knew to let them know and I was speechless. I could not believe it ... I still can't believe it when I hear them playing tribute to her on the radio. It's still such a shock to me. I don't want to believe it. She is known as The Voice. When she would open her mouth and this instrument would come out, you would obviously understand why. She was such a sweet, sweet soul and especially back in the late 80s, early 90s when I connected with Whitney the most. Doesn't matter if we were doing an award show, we would always take the time out to find another. We'll always find the time to talk together. It's very, very devastating and I pray for her and her family, even Bobby. I mean he's going through so much. They are all going through so much. The mother, it's very sad. It's a very, very tough time. Even though it's still a loss - I lost my brother, she lost her mother - there's still a difference, even though there's a still a loss to a family, I don't know what that's like being so young. It was hard for me. It was very very difficult for me. I didn't want to accept it, it's very difficult. You have to come to terms at some point, you have to actually give it up to God and it sounds so mean but you have to move on you can't hold onto that because it can be very devastating. But you have to go on with life. You figure out a way to move on. It's always right here. There's never a day, not one day has gone by where I don't think about my brother and my other brothers and sisters say the same thing.
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Posted 14 February 2012 - 02:03 PM
Trey Songz: She was one of her kind, to make it possible for Beyonce to do what she's doing today. She was at the Superbowl, and shut that thing down.
NeYo: Never forgotten. We lost an icon. It was a sad situation but what she did for music will live forever.
Edited by remamamama, 14 February 2012 - 02:04 PM.
Posted 14 February 2012 - 02:19 PM
R.I.P. Whitney Houston - She has won 415 Awards: 2 Emmy's, 6 Grammy's, 22 American Music Awards, 30 Billboard Awards... SHE WON OUR HEARTS.
"Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away." - R.I.P. Whitney Houston
Who else is just waiting for the Whitney tribute at this point...
R.I.P. Whitney Houston - (August 9, 1963 - February 11, 2012)
"People change, and often they become the person they said they will never be." - R.I.P. Whitney Houston
"Take me for what I am. 'Cause I'll never change all my colors for you." - R.I.P. Whitney Houston
"Learning to love yourself is the greatest love of all." - R.I.P. Whitney Houston
"We all die. The goal isn't to live forever, the goal is to create something that will." - R.I.P. Whitney Houston
"R.I.P. Whitney Houston - (August 9, 1963 - February 11, 2012) - Heaven's Newest Angel"
Posted 14 February 2012 - 03:21 PM
"When melodies are gone, in you I hear a song..."
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Posted 14 February 2012 - 05:32 PM
Still nothing?
She is probably too busy to think of anything else then herself as usual.
Posted 14 February 2012 - 05:39 PM
Still nothing?
She is probably too busy to think of anything else then herself as usual.
And the Lord asks me what I did with my life,
I will say I spent it with you.
Posted 14 February 2012 - 05:49 PM
Still nothing?
She is probably too busy to think of anything else then herself as usual.
I love her, but at the same time I cant stand her, she is so full of herself, and now she has a tour, a movie and an album coming out, I bet she is pissed off that Whitney´s death took all the focus from her stuff.
Im sorry, I had to rant, I find it strange she hasnt said anything, and it´s not like she is in deep deep mourning, she is in London I think doing promotion. If I´ve missed her statement, then i take back everything I just wrote, if not, say something you egotistiscal cow!
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Last weekend The New York Times proclaimed Kingdoms of Amalur: Reckoning, the debut video game of former Red Sox pitcher and outspoken Republican millionaire Curt Schilling's 38 Studios, "one of the finest action role-playing games yet made."
Call it a victory for government arts subsidies. In March 2010, then-Governor Donald Carcieri was at a fundraiser at Schilling's Massachusetts home and they got to chatting. Rhode Island was broke but, next thing you knew, Carcieri got the legislature to fund $125 million in loan guarantees to attract tech companies, $75 million of it went to 38 Studios, and Schilling announced in September 2010 that he was moving his company from Massachusetts to Providence.
Who knew Schilling was a socialist? But, hey, all the big CEOs are socialists because our government — from the feds to the municipal government — subsidizes everything from financial giants to oil. So when arts funding is threatened — again — I don't think that the money for arts might be better spent on teachers or firefighters. I think like a CEO: how do we get governors to come to our parties?
I was mulling such thoughts on my way to the "2012 RISCA Fellowship Exhibition" at Machines With Magnets (400 Main Street, Pawtucket, through February 25), the Rhode Island State Council on the Arts' roundup of 25 Little Rhody artists who have each received state grants ranging from $1000 to $5000. Let's call it another victory for government arts subsidies.
Mary Beth Meehan's color photos reveal the homes of undocumented (or shall we say, illegal) immigrants in Rhode Island and Massachusetts. "The work tries to pierce that obscurity with a kind of document that brings these people into view," Meehan writes. Two pairs of sandals rest next to the bed of an immigrant from Guinea draped with a blanket decorated with an eagle and American flag. Other photos show rooms with televisions, flags, photo portraits, pictures of saints, a poster of Snoop Dogg and Tupac. The matter-of-fact photos evoke a feeling of peeking in on empty rooms. They prompt us to imagine these lives lived between memories of the old country and unsteady, surreptitious beginnings in the new.
Jenna Goldberg carves and hand-paints floral patterns with an Asian flavor onto a handsome bass wood cabinet and long jewelry box. For a few years now, Scott Alario has been working on "Our Fable," a series of dreamy photos starring his daughter. Eternity (before sleep) shows a blurry girl in bed atop a lumpy form that reveals itself as a woman in a hooded cloak covered with stars. The girl seems embraced by the night sky.
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