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A fugitive always had to mind the feeling of being watched. Elias had such a preternatural sense of it that he could walk through the middle of town with no one the wiser. He did not rely on any disguises any more complicated than a workman's salakot on his head.
He had a handsome face, with long hair and a light mustache, but easily it could transform from striking to slovenly. Gone was the arrogant stride of a pampered youth, now he walked with the tread of an old man weighed down by regrets. With a shift of a shoulder he could intimidate brigands into choosing better prey, or become so beaten down like one the peasant masses that might as well have been invisible.
Yet for the past two days he had the lingering feeling of being watched. From the moment of waking, to deciding to sleep; be it in town or sneaking through the jungle; his uneasiness inflamed itself. In the end he felt it was best to leave San Diego for some time.
However, a gentleman does not leave a lady to worry. A young lass waited for him every day in her little home by the lake. If he left without saying farewell to Salome. it would pain her with the fear if he has died, or worse, simply grown bored with her. It was well she was being called to live with her relatives in Mindoro, for being associated with him put her in danger.
He was known to the people of San Diego as 'the pilot', a quiet but skilled navigator driving a boat through the not-so-calm waters of Laguna de Bay and the twisty bends of the Pasig River with but a single oar. Laguna de Bay was not a very big lake, yet it was large enough that pirates would attack steamboats. Small boats transporting goods were rarely attacked, for lake bandits preferred coin and jewels to having to sell vegetables.
At the moment he beached his boat into a secluded cove in order to proceed to Salome's house, a young boy with a strange stunted-looking dog crossed his path, stepping silently out of the tall grass. There was something eerie in that child's little smile.
"Señor Elias, you are the chosen one!" said the child. "Come with me. There things you must know."
Elias could have ignored the child as typical of their overdramatic antics, were it not for his next words. Words that now brought him into this fetid lonely little nook in the woods. Now Ibarra bid the boy to leave, but Elias had no confidence that the boy would not be a witness to anything that may transpire. However, that would not prevent him from doing what must be done.
"Interesting. So you are the man they call Elias." Ibarra stood up and raised his lantern high. It exposed his broad face and narrow nose, features handsome yet average, were it not for the eerie intensity of his gaze glinting under the dark hollow of raised brows. With his black suit it was difficult to pick him out from the gloom, leaving him akin to a macabre floating head.
He said: "All this time I had assumed that the man Elias would be older and more capable than myself, but it seems you are actually a bit younger. This certainly makes your… relationship… with that lass Salome, who is sixteen years of age, fair less disquieting."
Elias, by contrast, had powerful physique and handsome features scarcely hidden by his old worn camisa de chino. "One more threat, Señor Ibarra, just one more in her direction, and only one of us shall be leaving this forest alive!" Elias retorted.
Ibarra recoiled. "Peace, my good man, peace! I certainly did not mean it as a threat, I apologize."
"Is it not, señor? When your messenger said that not even Mindoro would be beyond your reach, you must have known I had no choice but to come here. He said I must follow in order to save a life, how could I run from such coercion? I fear nothing from men, but to stoop this low is vile, and I will not forgive it."
Elias grit his teeth. Ibarra certainly was cunning, to use this information against him. As a fugitive he was well used to being chased, and moving from place to place. He had no home, but his attachment Salome was as much a danger to her as it was a weakness. He was no man to run while someone who cares for him so much is left in danger by mere association. There were so many terrible things that could be done to a young unmarried girl caught alone.
His own twin sister's fate was proof enough of that. He had come to San Diego in the first place of the news that she had been found, now but a lovely corpse with a dagger stuck in her breast, after a flood in the rice fields bordering the shore.
"Aaah. That." Ibarra shook his head and sighed. He put down his lantern after moving closer and sitting upon the stone fence. "Basilio has much less sensibility compared to his brother, or perhaps just some naughtiness in him, to parrot my words so literally. No, it is not a threat, but a truth. That boy – you might not yet believe it, but you will come to appreciate what it means. He has a unique power to find anyone, anywhere, at any time. Run from him no matter how far in the world, with that dog by his side no one can hide."
Ibarra then shrugged. "It has its limitations, of course, he has to know either the full name or the face of the person, but this is no fantasy. After we talk things over, I invite you to test his ability."
Elias scowled. "And so this is a power that works for you? I am not sure if I believe it, but let that be as it may. What do you want, Señor Ibarra?" Tell me your demands, that Salome may be safe from you. Tell me your demands, that I may know if it is best for all to simply slay you right here, as we stand as equals.
"Why, the same as what you have been told. I begged you to come and meet me here in secret, in order that you might save a life. My life, of course."
Naturally, he responded, "I make no such promises."
Ibarra opened his arms and bowed. "You are too suspicious of me, and that is my fault. I apologize. Please, only hear me out."
Elias, still scowling and ready to draw his bolo, approached and lightly leaned against a standing boulder. Between the two men stood, in silent vigil, a stone angel above a closed and vine-encrusted mausoleum.
"Before we begin, I must tell you a little about my family. Were you aware that my father had been arrested for slaying a Spanish official, then held for false charges of heresy and sedition? He was well loved in town, and his arrest and death led to the removal of the town's previous parish priest. Padre Damaso, whom people claim you have manhandled along the road."
Elias said nothing, for if it was Ibarra's intent to force a confession it would take more than that. The young man continued "Do you believe in justice? Is it even possible for justice to be granted, if not perfectly, then at least evenly? How can there be justice for both the poor and the powerless?
I ask you this, because what happened to my father is not justice – he died alone in his cell, and yet also not justice in the sense that he committed murder and would have not have been prosecuted at all for his role in the death of a man in saving a child (though if it had been just that, in a court of Britain or America perhaps he would have been acquitted or given a light sentence since it was accidental) but not so as long has he drawn the ire of the powerful and the greedy, ready to lay false charges. The charge of heresy alone dooms a man who fails to attend church, or the inability to produce a cedula for one who must still work. An arrest can always be made for anyone who draws the ire of the powerful."
Ibarra clacked his tongue. "No, I ask you this, because our justice system in this land simply does not function. The rot is deep. The pus cannot be drained, the limb cannot be amputated, we must rewrite the laws and the culture of laws entirely."
"Unlike your father, you do speak of sedition," Elias replied carefully. For Ibarra was one of the powerful, and thus his words cannot be trusted as the truth. Honor was a thing many claimed, but little possessed by those who most professed it. "But in answer to your question, no, I do not believe that there can be man's justice. I believe in only God's justice."
Ibarra raised both hands. "But then how do you get God's justice? Is it enough to wait and hope that in time God will account for all in all balance? In olden times they had trial of ordeals, in which a defendant is subject to an unpleasant or dangerous experience. Trial by combat, trial by fire, trial by water, by cross, by poison, by boiling oil!
If they survived, or if their injuries healed, it was considered a sign of innocence. But is this reliance on miracles truly a way to find justice? Or will it not advantage the fit, the healthy, the swift, the lucky? Is the hand of god to be seen the same in the gambler's dice as it is on the court of fire? Must we therefore believe in accidents?"
"Believing in accidents is like believing in miracles; both presuppose that that God does not know the future. What is an accident? An event that no one has at all foreseen. What is a miracle? A contradiction, an overturning of natural laws. Lack of foresight and contradiction in the Intelligence that rules the machinery of the world indicate two great defects.
But you misunderstand what I mean, for I too know what is written, that Jesus said 'Thou shalt not tempt the Lord thy God''!"
"There is a place in the desert called Massah and Meribah because of the quarrel of the sons of Israel, because they tested the LORD, saying, 'Is the LORD among us, or not?'" Ibarra added.
"You also know your scripture well, sir. The scripture is not a shield to hide behind nor a sword to use against your enemies. When a priest condemns a man to death, he is no better. I say only this: when a man condemns others to death or destroys their future forever he does it with impunity and uses the strength of others to execute his judgments, which after all may be mistaken or erroneous.
I say to you: let God be the sole judge among men, let Him be the only one to have the right over life, let no man ever think to take His place!"
Ibarra stood up and opened his palm towards Elias. He moved it in a circle as if wiping a window. "If this is about the death penalty, then we both agree. Let me ask you something then, in theory.
Let us say that a man encounters a priest on the road. Why would such a man choose to strike down a priest, and yet in his anger choose not to kill said priest? If such a man of God is a hypocrite and liar, then why not just kill him and prevent him from causing more harm to others? Is it because such a man has decided that to kill with his hands, in a situation of unequal power, is to exert his own judgement above God?"
Elias raised his left hand to his face and clenched his fist. "A man might strike down a priest to see if one who speaks for God has truly the right to claim the life of another, may God strike down such a man for his impunity! Let even a priest be exposed to the same peril he prepares for others, may God smite them both down!"
"… and nothing happened."
"A man like that regrets having done such a thing. It proved nothing but his the strength of his own fists, there was no justice there."
"Considering how many priests and missionaries are killed and perhaps eaten by savages, and many saints die of painful martyrdom, it should be clear enough that God exerts no special protection for his clergy. The ones who display the least virtue are the ones that are the safest, one might even say. "
"Humiliation may strike deeper than physical injury, for it cannot be spun as a sacrifice. It is the only thing that can touch him now." Elias retorted, though it was clear in his tone he recognized he was searching for anything positive from the pitiful ordeal. Perhaps he grated against his principles in the end. The worst that could ever happen to a priest for his misdeeds is to be transferred to another parish, where no one might know he was a rapist. "I have to believe greatly in God, because I have lost faith in men. Many times have I felt his touch upon me, many times that I have found myself living where I should have died."
Ibarra could see that this was a man whose experiences led him to refuse to recognize the right of man to judge his fellows, protested the use of force, and the superiority of some classes over the others.
"Elias, I know I have given you little cause to trust me, and we are hardly so close as to be friends, but would you be willing to tell me your story? What shaped you to be like this, and what can I do to prevent my boys from becoming bitter as you? I do not mean any insult by this-"
"And I take none from it, let the innocence of children be preserved for as long as possible."
"I will tell you this, then – I have some knowledge of you, but that is not to know you. You are chosen, Elias, there is more to you than to be fugitive leading a band of tulisan-rebels. We must work together for the good of our nation, I shall lend my power to yours if you will yours to mine.
But first we must be able to trust. So let us talk."
"I have not forgotten your implied threat against an innocent to draw me out, Señor Ibarra. Why should I trust you other than because you ask it? You have been in collusion with the creators of injustice in town."
"Then allow me to rephrase that: if Mindoro is not too far from my reach, then even in Mindoro you and I will be able to protect her. Do not feel that to feel attachments is a liability, for it is that which makes life worth living! As for why I court the favor of the powerful – why not? If they are willing to allow the fox to guard the henhouse, then so much the better."
"Where even do you find this confidence, Señor Ibarra? You speak grandly, and yet all I can see is that you will be crushed. Might you simply be naïve, and full of delusion in your own potency, as I was?"
"Perhaps. Tell me then, what makes you think that?"
Elias sighed. "If it will make you less bothersome, then I shall speak of some of it –"
Once upon a time in Manila, there lived a young man with a good life. He had a beautiful pregnant wife and a very young son and was employed as a bookkeeper for a Spanish commercial firm. One night for some reason the warehouse burned down, and the fire spread to the home of his employer and them to many other buildings. With such great loss, a scapegoat was sought, and the merchant accused him of being an arsonist.
Though he protested his innocence, he did not have the money to pay the great lawyers and was swiftly deemed guilty. In those times, not more than sixty years ago, they still used the punished called 'caballo y vaca' – horse and cow – in which the condemned is tied to a horse, followed by an unfeeling crowed, to be flogged publicly on every street corner under sight of men, his brothers, and the temples of god. Thus forever disgraced, and the vengeance of man sated by his blood, he must be taken off the horse limp as if dead, his soul exhausted by his cries.
How much better if he had died, and gone to God's grace! But it is the refinements of cruelty that he was given his liberty. His wife begged from door to door for work, for alms, or aid for her sick husband and her poor son, but who would trust the wife of a criminal? All good people drove her from her sight. The wife, then, had no other resort but to become a prostitute!
"No, Señor, do not feel outraged for her sake; for them the disgraced and long head honor and shame no longer existed!" Elias exclaimed at the dark look of rage on Ibarra's face. "Can you say things now are any better, now that such punishments are outlawed for the more civilized slavery of prisoners? Who truly suffers?"
"I fear to say that had your grandfather been a man of less honor, it would have affected him less. A habitual criminal would rejoice the pain of an afternoon rather than years taken from his life, to the better profit of his taskmasters." Ibarra shook his head sadly. "It is not justice, and the object of criminal justice should be reform rather than revenge. But where public shaming and torture is the rule of the land, in deterrence, this also drives the townsfolk towards cruelty and treatment of the criminal as less than human. Which is better – out of sight, out of mind, cruelty applied by the government; or in-their-face, in shorter duration, to teach the young that violence is a fine measure? I would have to say, the former – for that we may yet reform."
"Your words may be more exact than you know. I shall continue-"
In time the husband recovered from his wounds, and with his wife and child fled to hide in the mountains of this province. Here they lived several miserable months, hated and shunned by all. The woman gave birth to a sickly child, who fortunately died.
In time again she was pregnant, and fell ill in the advanced stages of her pregnancy. Unable to bear that misery, and less courageous than his wife, my grandfather hung himself. His corpse rotted in the sight of his young son, who was scarcely able to care for his mother. The stench drew the attention of the neighbors, and they accused the prostitute of being the cause of his death. Her swears of innocence could only be seen as perjury, her please to God a blasphemy, for a prostitute was capable of anything.
Yet in those times they had cruel pity of a sort. They waited for the birth of another child before they flogged her. Thus condemned, she could only curse the day of her child's birth, which unfortunately was a healthy young boy. Two months later the sentence was executed much to the pleasure of the authorities and guardians of morality. Afterwards she then fled into the next province with her two sons, and there they lived, hating and being hated.
The elder of the two boys, remembering the misery of his childhood and yet the happiness of his infancy, became a tulisan as soon as he had strength enough in his arms. He took from the world with blood and fire the fitting revenge for how much they had taken from him. This bloody name of Balat spread from province to province, inspiring terror in the people.
"I know this name," said Ibarra "for he had sacked the town of San Diego also in my grandfather's time."
"Do you care to guess from whom of the two brothers I spring?"
"I do not believe that sin is carried through the line by blood, so if you are the son of Balat it will not change my opinion. Indeed, it is the most Christian of notions to seek redemption. But in honesty, given your age, I think that it is the younger who is your sire, and that this story does not end in anything but violence."
"Indeed, for in time Balat fell into clutches of the authorities, and they exacted from him a most agonizing sentence for all that he had wrought. More than that however, they laid further torments on the woman for having done nothing to raise him properly, perhaps in mind to terrify other mothers to mind their responsibility."
One morning the youngest brother returned to find his mother stretched out on the ground, her hands digging into the earth, her eyes fixed and staring. He looked up to see hanging from a branch a basket, and in it the gory head of his brother.
Balat, they had torn apart, and his limbs hung in different towns. But the head, the best and most recognizable part of the person, they hung up in front of his mother's hut!
The boy, finding nothing but death wherever he looked, fled as if accused and accursed.
From town to town and mountain and valley, he ran until he reached a place where he felt he was not known. There, in the province of Tayabas he hired himself out as a laborer in the house of a rich man. With thrift and labor and the gentleness of his spirit he acquired for himself the goodwill of those who knew naught of his past and some small capital besides.
In that town he also found the love of a young woman, but he dared not ask for her hand in marriage lest his past become known. But their love was stronger than their sense. To save her honor, he had to ask, but as he had feared his records were sought and his past came to light. The girl's father was rich and had him imprisoned.
The woman gave birth to twins, but died soon after. They were raised in loving ignorance of their genealogy. They were sent to study in good schools – the boy in the Jesuit College, and the girl at Concordia. After their grandfather died, they inherited all his lands and servants, and their fields produced abundant harvests, and fortune smiled upon them. The girl was engaged to be married to a young man whose adoration she returned.
But the boy… ah, the boy was haughty in disposition, and in a dispute over money had incurred the enmity of a distant relative. One day said relative cast in his face doubt over his birth and the rotten nature of his descent. He…
"No, let me be plain from here on. I thought it was a slander, and demanded satisfaction. I challenged the relative to a duel, but being mocked further for my pretensions I brought the issue to court. And there, that putrid tomb of secrets and misery was opened once again, much to my dismay.
Furthermore, in our household was an old servant whom I had much abused, who always endured our whims and the jeers of the other servants – how that relative had known about it, but he had that old man summoned to court, and there he confessed, that he was but a man clinging in silence to his beloved children – our long-suffering father!"
Elias looked up at the night sky, brilliant and crystal-clear with the moon hanging low, and the constellation of Orion the Hunter suspended directly above them. He sighed.
"And so, out of my hubris, out of my youthful arrogance, our happiness faded away. We gave up our fortunes, my sister lost her betrothed, and with our father we had to flee and find refuge elsewhere. That he had contributed to our misfortunes weighed heavily on the old man's days, but not before hearing from his lips the full sorrowful truth of our past."
Elias slumped, but kept his hand on the hilt of his bolo. He spoke some more of the circumstances why he had first come to San Diego. Her despondency for her love abandoning her to marry another, her disappearance and her death, for which he could also do nothing.
The truth was out, he acted as he did now out of remose and bitterness. He was a man of both the principalia and the people, and he had taken for granted the graces and supposed moral superiority afforded by the wealthy. He was now utterly alone, with nothing to lose. His friends were bandits, who took to the hills to revenge themselves against those who used the law to punish the innocent in order to hide their own misdeeds.
"Since then I have wandered from province to province, and my reputation and history in the mouths of many. They attribute to my name many deeds, some to excuse their own.
Some… some deeds, I do not regret them, because I have seen that there is so much more misery, and that it cannot stand. There are more like me, awakened to the falsehood of what we call our social order. The sleep has lasted for hundred years, but now the passions of the people are stirring. What has begun in the sphere of ideas shall descend into the area, where they shall be dyed red and made true by blood."
Ibarra nodded.
"We agree on this much. But violence alone is no solution; for if you had read of the terror of the French Revolution, and the rise of Napoleon; and the revolt in Mexico, and its own self-proclaimed Emperor, and the subsequent disastrous rule of the military, and even Spain's own pains with their Liberals and their Glorious Republic – those who seek vengeance must dig graves for themselves. The revolution has a tendency to devour itself.
It is not enough to tear down the old order, but it is an even greater struggle to build a new one with justice and mercy for all."
"Then allow the people to try. I have spoken to you of my past. Now speak to me plainly, sir, what is your intent?"
"Before you can judge what I wish for you to accomplish with me, I beg you to listen, as I tell you of my own family's terrible secret."
Elias grudgingly nodded.
And so Ibarra told him of his own great-grandfather, of Don Pedro Ebarramendia's dark arrival and mysterious death, and pointed out the swinging rope where he had hung himself. He did not know for what reason the old man would choose the way of suicide, but what sins he bore must have weighed upon him at last. He was the one that had accused Elias' grandfather of being an arsonist, the one to start this whole tragic tale; and yet, it was something that happened too often in these isles that it was difficult to believe it was regret for his false accusation that drove him to his doom.
Elias' grandfather and Don Saturnino Ibarra must have been roughly the same age, but likely never to have met each other.
Crisostomo Ibarra put down the lantern and opened his arms. "And so my own grandather came to this town in search of his father, and buried him over there, and as he chose to settle here the name Ebarramendia became Ibarra. In this little copse it must still feel such paltry recompense for what your family has suffered."
Elias gasped. "You… you dare? Do you make light of my family's woes, señor?! Choose your words carefully if you want to live!"
"My own sources have been so far trustworthy in such matters, so I can say this – your family's fall was started by one of our own. For this I can only beg for forgiveness. Though I believe each man must be responsible for his own choices – that like your own father there was a choice to do good or to become evil – we cannot move on unless we settle this debt of blood."
He laughed! "Rejoice! In this little corner of the woods your journey for answers has ended. A new one awaits! Listen to the call of the blood in your veins, Elias! If it calls for vengeance, I will not stop you." Ibarra stepped forward. "Do with me as you will."
Elias raised his hand –
And punched Ibarra in the face.
"Oww raght inda schnoz!" he gurgled out. Crisostomo Ibarra bent over clutching his face.
The young man staggered back, for where he had spent most of his time studying and moving around Europe, Elias honed his body and spirit with honest labor and purposeful violence. The blow nearly blinded him.
"No. Whatever folly you have in mind, Señor Ibarra, I will have nothing of it. I am done with you. You have asked me to save your life, and so I have done so." Elias grit his teeth and restrained the urge to lunge forward, and to throw the other man into the ground and grind his arrogant little face into the dirt. "Stay away from Salome, and do not seek to find me. For if ever we meet again, you shall surely regret it.
This is the one mercy I can give you. I was mistaken to hope one such as you, having seen the world, might feel sympathy about our plight and our people ready to change! What self-serving plans you have, I shall have no part in furthering your amusements!"
Elias turned around to leave the clearing.
Hollow laughter followed after him. "Ah, Elias. Good man, Elias. If this is what you have chosen, then I respect it. I respect your strength of will, and your sense of justice.
But the hand of the Lord is upon you. One more time, you are chosen. All your life you have run from the pain of your past, but now it is the future that will not allow you to escape!"
With unparalleled dignity and self-control, Elias strode away deep into the woods. He gave no more mind to Ibarra's insane blathering. Carefully he trod through the undergrowth, alert to the sounds if he was being followed. He doused the light of his lantern, trusting in his practiced memory of jungle navigation to lead him past whatever trap Ibarra had prepared.
And he walked back out into the clearing.
Elias looked around bewildered and now drew his bolo. He was certain he had walked in a straight line. Yet there, directly in front of him, never having moved from his comfortable perch under that benighted balete tree, was Juan Crisostomo Ibarra!
Elias shouted, "What deviltry is this?!"
"No devils, sirrah. Angels!" replied Ibarra. In the dark only the white of his eyes and the blood-speckled red of his teeth showed in a Cheshire grin. "I told you, you are the chosen one. Fate is what we make of it, but this is one you will not escape. Angels shall follow your tread no matter how far you might run, and again and again they shall offer you their sword!
The nation needs you, Elias! Eliazar Domingo Morales y Baga! Your name means 'God Has Helped!'"
And Crisostomo meant 'Mouth of Gold', but this Ibarra did not care to mention.
"Help me, Elias," said Ibarra. "For indeed, you are this nation's only hope. The Revolution cannot succeed without you."
Elias' blade flashed in the moonlight.
That shadowy glade was filled with nothing but deranged laughter.
Suddenly silenced.
by P. EHRLICH AND A. LAZARUS


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LC's not the collection of sweet little innocent organic cotton clothing you may have pegged it as!
Yesterday's photo shoot for Kee Edwards's Loup Charmant Summer 2013 Lookbook tapped into
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There's a coffee-come-bookshop near me called Segrue Books. It's a great store, it has a small selection of well curated books and a few gifts. It also sells great coffee. The espresso is miles ahead of Caffe Nero and Costa Coffee, which are both nearby.
This morning I was early for an 8:30am appointment nearby and hadn't had a coffee yet. I remembered from Twitter that Segrue opened at 7am – perfect – park outside, good espresso, rattle through a few emails then head to my appointment.
I pushed on the locked door and the chap inside kindly came over and said sorry but they open at 9am. I said I thought they opened early and he said yes, they used to but no one ever showed up.
The nearest between Caffe Nero and Costa is Costa so I walked up there, noticed they open at 7:30am so sat and had an ordinary espresso. In the 15 minutes I've been sitting here 23 customers have come in and paid for coffees and croissants.
So the question isn't whether an early start works (it clearly does, even just 50 yards away) it's why – really why – did Segrue Books stop doing early starts?
If you're making something people want – and you want to do that – then they will show up.


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Quiz created by: Bill Graves
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2. Who was the first person to beat Mike Tyson?
3. Which Olympic great was awarded the Congressional Gold medal?
4. Which nations merged their currency & economy?
5. Which team won the Stanley Cup?
6. Which team won the NBA Championship?
7. Which team won the FIFA World Cup?
8. Which nation did Iraq invade?
9. Which city was chosen to host the 1996 Summer Olympics?
10. Who defeated 'Buster' Douglas for the Heavyweight Boxing title?
11. Who replaced Margaret Thatcher as Prime Minister of the UK?
12. The Channel Tunnel spans which channel?


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Chapter VIII. Fun on the Ice
"OH, the fight is going to start!" cried Nan, in high excitement. "See them coming up the hill!"
"Will they shoot?" asked Flossie, just a bit nervously.
"Course they won't shoot," answered Freddie. "Can't shoot snowballs. Ain't got no powder in."
The attacking party was still a good distance from the fort when those inside let fly a volley of snowballs. But the snow-balls did not reach their mark, and still the others came up the hill.
"Now then, give it to them!" cried Bert, and let fly his first snowball, which landed on the top of the fort's wall. Soon the air was full of snowballs, flying one way and another. Many failed to do any damage, but some went true, and soon Bert received a snowball full in the breast and another in the shoulder. Then he slipped and fell and his own snowballs were lost.
The attacking party got to within fifty feet of the fort, but then the ammunition gave out and they were forced to retreat, which they did in quick order.
"Hurrah! they can't take the fort!" cried those inside of the stronghold, and blew their horns more wildly than ever. But their own ammunition was low and they made other snowballs as quickly as they could, using the pile of snow in the middle of the fort for that purpose.
Back of the barn the attacking party held a consultation.
"I've got a plan," said a boy named Ned Brown. "Let us divide into two parties and one move on the fort from the front and the other from the back. Then, if they attack one party, the other party can sneak in and climb over the fort wall and capture the flag."
"All right, let us do that," said Bert.
Waiting until each boy had a dozen or more snowballs, half of the attacking force moved away along a fence until the rear of the fort was gained. Then, with another cheer, all set out for the fort.
It was a grand rush and soon the air was once more filled with snowballs, much to the delight of the spectators, who began to cheer both sides.
"Oh, I hope they get into the fort this time," said Nan.
"I hope they don't," answered another girl, who had a brother in the fort.
Inside the fort the boys were having rather a hard time of it. They were close together, and a snowball coming over the walls was almost certain to hit one or another. More than this, the pile of snow around the flag was growing small, so that the flag was in great danger of toppling over.
Up the two sides of the hill came the invaders, Bert leading the detachment that was to attack the rear. He was hit again, but did not falter, and a moment later found himself at the very wall.
"Get back there!" roared a boy from the fort and threw a large lump of soft snow directly into his face. But Bert threw the lump back and the boy slipped and fell flat. Then, amid a perfect shower of snowballs, Bert and two other boys fairly tumbled into the fort.
"Defend the flag! Defend the flag!" was the rallying cry of the fort defenders, and they gathered around the flag. The struggle was now a hand-to-hand one, in which nothing but soft snow was used, and nearly every boy had his face washed.
"Get back there!" roared Danny Rugg, who was close to the flag, but as he spoke two boys shoved him down on his face in the snow, and the next moment Bert and another boy of the invading party had the flag and were carrying it away in triumph.
"The fort has fallen!" screamed Nan, and clapped her hands.
"Hurrah!" shouted Freddie. "The forters are beaten, aren't they?"
"Yes, Freddie."
A cheer was given for those who had captured the fort. Then some of the boys began to dance on the top of the walls, and down they came, one after another, until the fort was in ruins, and the great contest came to an end.
"It was just splendid!" said Nan to Bert, on the way home. "Just like a real battle."
"Only the band didn't play," put in Freddie disappointedly. "Real soldiers have a band. They don't play fish-horns."
"Oh, Freddie!" cried Flossie. "They weren't fish-horns. They were Christmas horns."
"It's all the same. I like a band, with a big fat bass-drum."
"We'll have the band next time――just for your benefit, Freddie," said Bert.
He was tired out and glad to rest when they got home. More than this, some of the snow had gotten down his back, so he had to dry himself by sitting with his back to the sitting-room heater.
"Danny Rugg was terribly angry that we captured the fort," said he. "He is looking for the boys who threw him on his face."
"It served him right," answered Nan, remembering the trouble over the broken show window.
The second fall of snow was followed by steady cold weather and it was not long before the greater part of Lake Metoka was frozen over. As soon as this happened nearly all of the boys and girls took to skating, so that sledding and snowballing were, for the time being, forgotten.
Both Nan and Bert had new skates, given to them the Christmas before, and each was impatient to go on the ice, but Mrs. Bobbsey held them back until she thought it would be safe.
"You must not go too far from shore," said she. "I understand the ice in the middle of the lake, and at the lower end, is not as firm as it might be."
Freddie and Flossie wanted to watch the skating, and Nan took them to their father's lumber yard. Here was a small office directly on the lake front, where they could see much that was going on and still be under the care of an old workman around the place.
Nan could not skate very well, But Bert could get along nicely, and he took hold of his twin sister's hand, and away they went gliding over the smooth ice much to their combined delight.
"Some day I am going to learn how to do fancy skating," said Bert. "The Dutch roll, and spread the eagle, and all that."
"There is Mr. Gifford," said Nan. "Let us watch him."
The gentleman mentioned was a fine skater and had once won a medal for making fancy figures on the ice. They watched him for a long while and so did many of the others present.
"It's beautiful to skate like that," cried Nan, when they skated away. "It's just like knowing how to dance everything."
"Only better," said Bert, who did not care for dancing at all.
Presently Nan found some girls to skate with and then Bert went off among the boys. The girls played tag and had great fun, shrieking at the top of their lungs as first one was "it;" and then another. It was hard work for Nan to catch the older girls, who could skate better, but easy enough to catch those of her own age and experience on the ice.
The boys played tag, too, and "snapped the whip," as it is termed. All of the boys would join hands in a long line and then skate off as fast as they could. Then the boy on one end, called the snapper, would stop and pull the others around in a big curve. This would make the boys on the end of the line skate very fast, and sometimes they would go down, to roll over and over on the ice. Once Bert was at the end and down he went, to slide a long distance, when he bumped into a gentleman who was skating backwards and over went the man with a crash that could be heard a long distance off.
"Hi! you young rascal!" roared the man, trying to scramble up. "What do you mean by bowling me over like that?"
"Excuse me, but I didn't mean to do it," answered Bert, and lost no time getting out of the gentleman's way. The gentleman was very angry and left the ice, grumbling loudly to himself.
Down near the lower end of Mr. Bobbsey's lumber yard some young men were building an ice boat. Bert and Charley Mason watched this work with interest. "Let us make an ice boat," said Charley. "I can get an old bed sheet for a sail, if you will get your father to give you the lumber."
"I'll try," answered Bert, and it was agreed that the ice boat should he built during the following week, after school.


text: As we have stated in prior articles such as this one, smart beta is primarily a marketing term that refers to the attempt to capture risk and return factors beyond beta (overall exposure to the market). The best known examples are fundamentally-weighted index funds which also include equally-weighted index funds. The problem that we see with these portfolios (aside from the trading costs in rebalancing back to fundamental or equal weights) is that to ignore the price (or market capitalization) of a company is to ignore the most current and relevant indicator of its future expected returns. As we have said on many occasions, the job of free market participants is to set prices so that investors will be compensated for the risk they bear. We have long maintained that smart beta/fundamental indexing is just another way of tilting a portfolio towards well-known compensated risk factors, and new research1 from Dimensional Fund Advisors supports our position. A simple risk/reward comparison suggests a substantial benefit to taking the components of the S&P 500 Index and fundamentally re-weighing them based on book value, sales, cash flows, and dividends. Reward and Risk of a Fundamental-Weighted S&P 500 Strategy 51 Years (1/1/1963 to 12/31/2013) Annualized Return Annualized Standard Deviation S&P 500 Index 10.20% 14.91% Fundamental-Weighted S&P 500 12.04% 15.07% Source: "Smart Beta", Dimensional Research, January 2015. However, when we take a deeper look at these returns by running a multivariable regression analysis, we find that the higher return of the fundamental-weighted S&P 500 is entirely attributable to its increased tilt towards small cap and value stocks. There is zero alpha. In fact, the researchers found that the returns of the fundamental-weighted portfolio could be mostly replicated with a blend of 25% large cap blend and 75% large cap value indexes. We constructed our own 25/75 portfolio and got the identical annualized return as the fundamental-weighted portfolio but with a little higher standard deviation. Reward and Risk of a Fundamental-Weighted S&P 500 Strategy 51 Years (1/1/1963 to 12/31/2013) Annualized Return Annualized Standard Deviation Fundamental-Weighted S&P 500 12.04% 15.07% Blend of IFA Indexes* 12.04% 15.84% *75% IFA U.S. Large Value and 25% IFA U.S. Large Company Indexes | Sources: "Smart Beta", Dimensional Research, January 2015, IFA, ifabt.com The second type of smart beta strategy analyzed by the researchers was low beta or low volatility. This is a topic we have addressed several times before such as here. Once again, they found that the higher returns of low-volatility portfolios are attributable to the value-tilt that they have had since 1970. However, the returns data from 1928 to 1969 indicates that lower beta/volatility portfolios did not have a value tilt, and they did indeed have lower returns than higher beta/volatility portfolios. In both cases, there was no significant alpha. To conclude, the higher returns that we observe with smart beta strategies are attributable to exposure to compensated risk factors that we have known about for decades. If you would like to learn more about how IFA builds portfolios to capture the risk and return dimensions of the market, please call us at 888-643-3133. 1Singh, Bhanu, and Marlena Lee. "Smart Beta." Dimensional Research. January 2015. Step 11Portfolio ConstructionSmart BetaRisk FactorsDfa Previous Article Next Article All Articles About Index Fund Advisors Index Fund Advisors, Inc. (IFA) is a fee-only advisory and wealth management firm that provides risk-appropriate, returns-optimized, globally-diversified and tax-managed investment strategies with a fiduciary standard of care. Founded in 1999, IFA is a Registered Investment Adviser with the U.S. Securities and Exchange Commission that provides investment advice to individuals, trusts, corporations, non-profits, and public and private institutions. Based in Irvine, California, IFA manages individual and institutional accounts, including IRA, 401(k), 403(b), profit sharing, pensions, endowments and all other investment accounts. IFA also facilitates IRA rollovers from 401(k)s and 403(b)s. To find out more about the value of IFA click here. To determine your risk capacity, take the Risk Capacity Survey. About the AuthorsMark Hebner and additional IFA employees contributed to this articleFounder and President of Index Fund Advisors, Inc., and author of Index Funds: The 12-Step Recovery Program for Active Investors. He is a Wealth Advisor, with an MBA from the University of California at Irvine and a BS in Pharmacy from the University of New Mexico with a specialization in Nuclear Pharmacy.


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The best time for ice creams in Mumbai (or anywhere in the world!) is 24*7, 365!
With no winter season so to say, people in Bombay feel the need of enjoying a cool and refreshing scoop of their favourite ice creams all the time. Like seriously, all the time!
It is this ever-growing love of Mumbaites for ice creams that is encouraging established and upcoming players in the food business to constantly experiment and come up with flavours that are exotic, and at the same time satiate the taste buds of people.
Having said so, it won't be wrong to say that perhaps Mumbai is the best place in the country to try out ice creams that are unique in their preparation and taste like nothing you have had before.
So, all you ice cream lovers out there start editing your priorities to try these 17 super exotic ice creams in Mumbai!
Take your pick!
1. Green Chilli Ice Cream at Bachelorr's, Marine Drive
While the combination of infusing green chilli into an ice cream might sound bizarre; one bite off this ice cream is enough for you to feel heaven.
Such is the magic of the Green Chilli Ice Cream at Bachelor's that people come from far off locations to try it. The sweetness of the ice cream and the kick of chilli that one gets in every bite is an experience you should definitely try at least once in Mumbai.
2. Blue Cheese & Honey Ice Cream at The Caramel Carousel, Bandstand
All you blue cheese lovers out there have one more reason to gorge on your favourite cheese!
Calling this ice cream divine would be an understatement! The creamy texture of the cheese combined with the sweetness of honey lifts this particular flavour of ice cream to a gourmet style dessert, making it one of the must eat ice creams in Mumbai!
3. Masala Chai Ice Cream at The Bombay Canteen
We in India love our cup of chai more than anything else. Give it to us at any given hour of the day and we feel as if we have achieved nirvana.
So, how about chai on a stick for a change?
An ice cream that tastes like chai, topped with cutting chai foam and served with cinnamon flavoured cookies. Even the harshest critic of chai is guaranteed to fall head over heels for this one. Pure Bliss!
4. Cinnamon Chocolate Ice Cream at The Apsara, Thane West
Little joys of life are best enjoyed in the form of ice creams, and this Cinnamon Chocolate ice cream is way too good.
A simple yet a classic flavor; the Cinnamon Chocolate Ice Cream is made with fresh ingredients and boasts of no added preservatives. A thing that makes it a hit among the regulars at Apsara.
5. Smoked Avocado Ice Cream at Burma Burma Fort, MG Road
Exotic thy name is Smoked Avocado Ice Cream!
This one is like the platinum standard in the world of ice creams. The goodness of avocados now available in ice cream, guess this is one revolution the food industry was waiting for! Now that it is here, without much ado, just dig-in guys!
6. Jack Daniels Ice Cream at Bunglow 9, Bandra West
This is one heady cocktail your parents won't say no to you for!
To top it, its taste would leave you wondering if you are high on the alcohol, or on the luscious taste of the ice cream. Wicked is the word!
7. Spicy Guava Ice Cream at Bina's Homemade Ice cream, Chowpatty
It might sound like a strange flavor to try, but try you must!
Combining the sweet and tangy flavor of guava with the heat of chilli makes for one uniquely irresistible flavor in ice creams. Whoever came up with this idea, all we want to say to you is thank you!
8. Kolkata Meetha Ice Cream at Amaya Indian Grill and Kitchen, Phoenix Market City
Can't decide whether to go for an ice cream, or a paan to end your meal with?
How about both?
No, we are not kidding!
Now, you can enjoy the taste of both in this uniquely flavoured ice cream called the Kolkata Meetha Ice Cream Paan. Filled with tiny bite sized pieces of things that are a staple to any sweet paan like gulukand, supari, sauf, sultana, coconut, and betel leaf!
This is one ice cream you would love to have after every meal!
9. Orange Apricot Ice Cream at Soam, Chowpatty
When you marry two good looking foods, the result born out of their union looks like this ice cream!
Both Apricot and Orange come packed with goodness of vitamins and other nutrients that are essential for our body, and hey, they taste good too!
So, when you come up with an ice cream flavour that has both of them in it, the result you get is a beautiful looking and rich tasting ice cream called Orange Apricot Ice Cream.
A match made in heaven indeed!
10. Green Tea Mochi at Kofuku, Linking Road
Tired of sipping green tea?
Then, eat it in the form of ice cream!
We are not saying it will help you detoxify or lose any weight, but it will definitely uplift you and leave you desiring for more.
Pretty addictive this one is, we say!
11. Beer Popsicles at White Owl, Lower Parel
They say there is nothing better than a chilled beer at the end of a long tiring day. Even better when it comes in the form of a frozen dessert, we say!
You can have a whole pack of it with zilch regret!
Chilling over Beer Popsicles over the weekend, sounds like a plan!
12. Bacon & Olive Oil Ice Cream at Mezzo Mezzo, JW Marriott, Juhu
For the calorie conscious, we dare you to not have it! For others, savour the taste of this delectable ice cream, because, WTF are calories! This perfect amalgamation of Bacon and Olive calls for sudden change in plan, doesn't it?
13. Strawberry & Balsamic Ice Cream at The Sassy Spoon, Hill Road
This one can be touted as the most romantic story of the century!
Who would have thought that two things as different as a strawberry and balsamic can get together to create something as magical as this flavorful ice cream.
You've got to try this one to comprehend what exactly we are trying to say. Trust us, this one will leave you speechless. This dessert deserves to be on the must eat ice creams in Mumbai list!
14. Big Bang Theory at Joss & Umame, Churchgate
Does science and study of cosmos give you a headache?
Not after you've tasted the Big Bang Theory, at Umame.
The chefs at Joss and Umame, prove that ice creams in mumbai never fail to surprise you, by simply putting their science to good use by creating this ice cream dessert that looks like a dream and taste like one too.
Assembled right on your table, this is one ice cream that you must have at least once in Mumbai. We are sure post this experience your love for science will increase manifold!
15. Dark Side of Ginger Ice Cream at Sucres Des Terres, Worli
A relatively new gourmet ice creamery in town, Sucres de Terres (sugars of the earth) serves mind-numbing bliss in mason jars.
A must try ice cream in their creamery is the Dark Side of Ginger (dark chocolate flavoured with tiny pieces of candied ginger). The ingredients used are all natural and of premium quality thus setting the place a step ahead of its contemporaries. You've got to visit this one for their to-die-for variety of frozen desserts.
*Updates plans for this weekend*
16. Drunken Waffles at Indigo Deli, Ghatkopar West
This one packs a mix of your childhood fantasies, and adult addictions in one tall glass.
Loaded with warm waffles, rum-n-raisins, chocolate ice cream, granola, jelly and fresh cream and a dash of rum anglaise; the Drunken Waffle is the new form of liquor Mumbaites are going nuts for.
Beware! It might get you addicted!
17. Mishti Doi Lollipops at Masala Library, Bandra
Kolkata's favourite dessert now comes in the form of an ice cream too. This dessert is the brain child of Zorawar Kalra, who is the son of the legendary Jiggs Kalra! Mishti Doi Lollipop dessert has a unique quality about it in terms of the way it is presented on a stick and is also quite delectable.
A must try dessert at Masala Library, it had to make it to our must-eat ice creams in Mumbai list!
Take note, and update your 'must-eat' list, already!


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Top Dems Call For '9/11 Commission'-Style Meetings on Russia Hacks
Reid: I've Lost Respect For Romney Because He Paid 'Homage' to Trump
Sources: Trump to Nominate MT Rep. Ryan Zinke, Former SEAL, to Interior Post
WATCH: MS Prof. Grilled Over 'Russia Stole Election for Trump' Article
Democratic leaders in both houses of Congress are calling for a '9/11 Commission'-type panel to investigate Russian involvement, if any, in the 2016 presidential election, Catherine Herridge reported.
Senator Charles Schumer of New York and House Minority Leader Nancy Pelosi (D-Calif.) have recommended meetings take place in the wake of a CIA report of possible Russian meddling in the election.
"Even if Hillary Clinton had won, it's still important for us to have a... nonpartisan, bipartisan commission to review it," Pelosi said earlier Tuesday.
However, Director of National Intelligence James Clapper and CIA Director John Brennan are not on the same page when it comes to the possible existence of Russian involvement.
Clapper testified before Congress that the existence of a Russian link to hacked DNC and Clinton email releases by WikiLeaks is tenuous.
Both the FBI and CIA have until the end of the week to brief Congress on the situation.
What do you think? Let us know in the comments below.
Krauthammer: 'Passivity of Obama in Face of [Russia] is Simply Staggering'
Tucker Battles College Student Organizing Inauguration Day Walk-Out
19 More Electors Join Letter Calling for Intel Brief on Russian Involvement


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Trials and tribulations of the Coyote Wolf Pack
Chapter one
The Fight
I lay in my den peacefully when Beta Savannah ran to the entrance of the den. I looked up and asked what is it? She said the pack got in a fight with the Ocean pack And Ranger, Comet, Black, and Blaksoul are hurt. I will be right there I told her. I grabbed some logs to carry the fallen wolves back to Camp. Where I would then heal them then put them in a Den. Me and Savannah waited to see if they would make it. Luckily we didn't have to wait long before Blaksoul woke up. I sighed, as he might be the only one that would wake up. But then I got a surprise when the rest of them woke up.
Little did I know our pack went in to the Ocean packs territory to hunt because that's where the hunting ground is And the Ocean pack had found out we were in their turf. As the hurt wolves went their separate ways to go to their dens. Delta Marta came up to me nuzzling my cheek in respect and asked what happened, why are some of the pack members hurt? I told her that our pack and the Ocean pack got in a fight and Ranger, Comet, Black, And Blaksoul got hurt. She sighed and went to her den and laid down I went back to comet and laid my head on him being careful
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Chapter three
A big surprise
I called the pack to a meeting at my den, to tell them my awesome news. I know you guys think we don't have an alpha male but we do his name is Comet. Comet please come out here. A handsome white wolf appeared from behind me he licked my cheek I licked him back. The pack howled in celebration as they realized that I wasn't lieing. Delta Marta and Beta Savannah came up to Comet and me. They came to ask if we where ok. We replied we are fine why do you ask? They replied we heard you guys were hurt. We asked them who had told them. Marta replied that Flame had told them. I asked Marta and Savannah to go back to their dens. We called Flame to our den to talk to her. Flame approached our den we asked her why she told a lie. She said because you never let me do anything. We simply said leave now! Our tails raised we said again leave now or die. She left as her ex pack mates watched with shame. Our lead fighter Black chased her out of the territory.
Chapter four
Angel's sickness
The pack went out to hunt but the elk came to us this time. I stayed in the den because I did not feel well. As soon as the pack got back I limped out of the den to eat. All of the other members watched nervously. I limped back to den with the help of the beta Savannah and beta Riptide and delta Marta. Before I knew it Comet was laying next to me he asked what's wrong I said I don't know I felt weak this morning. He called the healer Breeze in to the den. She looked me over and asked can I feel your belly. I said yes whatever you need to do. She said well you must just be feeling weak because of all the stress of the pack. So you should stay in the den till you feel stronger. I said ok can you tell Fangpup I want to see him. She said sure and left the den. A little smart and rambunctious pup slid in my den. He said yes mother, I asked him do you want to try out for strongest pup? He replied YES I told him the tryouts are tomorrow. The next morning we got up very early because the strongest pup competion was today. I told my mate that our pup had some hard opponents like ocean pup from the ocean pack. I watched proud as my pup came in first in fastest runner, best fighter, hunter killing, elk hunting. When the time came to announce the winner I already knew who had won. The announcer said Fangpup is the winner! His father and me were so proud.
Chapter five
The best pup that ever lived was named Fangpup. He was the best because he was the strongest pup in Yellowstone national park and all the packs knew that. His mother name is Angel and his father Frost. On the day that Fangpup came in to the pack every ones faces lit up like a Christmas tree. He ran hard played hard. He was a smart and wicked little pup though only five weeks old he was strong. He loved his family as much as he loved killing elk. He always was wandering off or getting in trouble. He kept the pup sitters on their tails. One time his father and me went hunting next thing we know I found him trying to hunt with us.
Chapter six
The cold-hearted truth
The day after the strongest pup competion, I lay in the den waiting for the pack. The lead hunter Jet came into the den carrying a huge piece of meat. She gave it to me I ate it as soon as she left the den. I was still weak but I felt a little better. Comet came in to the den he asked how I feel. I replied I feel a little better just tired can you call the pack please. He howled the pack came running fast to the den. He said its ok it's not an emergency Angel told me to call you guys. I told them that Beta Riptide will be the Alpha female while I recuperate. Which will be a couple days so please wait quietly. Every other day Riptide and Comet called the pack to the den there we had our pack meeting. After a week of rest I howled my loudest in a week the pack tried to match my howl, but they could not match it. They all went back to there duties, Comet slid in the den he said wow you must be feeling better. I replied yes I am and howled he howled with me this time matched my howl. Me and Comet and the rest of the pack went to hunt. We chased the bull elk Comet and the rest of the pack helped me. Under the weight of the pack and me the elk dropped. Comet and me ate first then the Betas then the Deltas then the rest of the pack. We drug the elk to the pack camp just then a herd of elk came running through behind them was our enemies the ocean pack were after them. Then the War clan came to the den and asked if they could take the elk carcass. I said no we killed we keep it so what do you say to that. They replied ok could we eat it if it stays here, I replied yes. After the War clan left Winter Love Pack came to our area they asked if we would help them hunt. We replied not right now we just got back. We all went to sleep that night but little did we know Comet had snuck out. The next day we woke up to find that Comet was nowhere to be found I cried, as I loved him so much. The next day we went hunting I heard a rustle in a bush I looked in the bush there was Comet with another female I recognized her it was Ocean mist the Beta from ocean pack. I looked at the pack I nodded we jumped in the bush I went toward ocean mist and pinned her down, the males of the pack pinned comet or as I call him traitor. I said to the females of the pack keep her here I stepped off her and walked over to the traitor Comet I asked him why did you cheat on me? He just replied you are not like Ocean mist she's pretty, sweet, and not bossy. I just looked at him and cried you betrayed me; the lead protector pounced on Comet and said I have orders to get rid of you per angel. While Blaksoul took care of Comet the rest of the pack and me went back to the camp. I went to my den crying because I was betrayed; the next day we tried to hunt again but there was the traitor I snarled in hatred he turned and faced us I could tell he had been crying I asked what's wrong he replied I hate you Ocean mist dumped me I replied maybe ill take you back I looked at the pack they were shaking their head no, my tail rose I said leave now although my face sad Im sorry. I called the pack and we went around him and we went back to the camp. The next day we tried again this time there was a dispersal in our path the pack started growling and snarling I put a stop to the snarl and growl festival. I asked who are you he replied Im Sephy and Im a dispersal I asked as my voice cracked as it is still a sore subject want to join our pack as alpha male, he replied ok he joined the pack next to me. Im Angel I said as my voice still cracked, He asked what's wrong I told him my old mate betrayed me with Ocean mist. He replied im so sorry, I replied its ok it's not your fault when we get back to the camp ill introduce you to the pack. He said ok, we ran to the camp I called the pack to meet me at my den the Betas are Savannah, Ranger, and Riptide, the Deltas are Marta and Deathless, The Lead Protector is Blaksoul, Lead fighter is Black, Fighter Sniper, Lead Hunter Jet, Hunter Wolfzilla, Alphas Pup Fangpup, Alphas Pup RiflePup, Alphas Pup AngelPup, Alphas Pup Scarpup, Pup SnowPup, Pup Clawpup, Pup Kyah, Pup Dani. That's the pack I said as I panted, he said wow that's amazing I looked at him surprised. I released the other pack members they went straight to their dens I lead Sephy to our den. There is where my new alpha male and me and slept. I told Sephy I love you he just simply licked me all over. I smiled as he let me lay my head on his back like the traitor did I sighed as I had a dream about the traitor not knowing he was in the camp I heard a gasp from outside the den I looked up there was the traitor I growled loud so the pack would wake up to help me get rid of this traitor they came running to the den and Sephy had already woke and was standing in front of me. I asked the traitor what he wanted he replied I wanted to see if you would take me back but I see you have found a replacement. Yeah what do you care you lying cheater. He replied you're loving, and a good leader. He licked my cheek trying to get me to take him back I jerked away and stood behind my new mate Sephy growled at him. I howled as fast and as loud I could the pack quickly replied with their own howl and came running. They chased the traitor from the camp he ran like the cheater he is. A couple weeks later I found him with Ocean mist the whole pack started snarling I replied I see that you did not stay away from each other very long they snarled at me all of the sudden I fainted I heard the pack fighting off the enemies I woke in the den. After ten weeks of hunting and fighting I called Breeze in the den she asked what's wrong I told her I am having belly pain she just smiled and said your going to have pups I looked at her surprised I told her I didn't know I was expecting pups. She looked at me surprised then shook it off.
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H A K O N E 18/12/15 The night before, we agreed that we would go to the onsen one more time before we left the next day. Since ...
The night before, we agreed that we would go to the onsen one more time before we left the next day. Since we were planning to check out after breakfast, we decided to have our last onsen session early in the morning once our eyes fluttered open. Mum was the first to wake up, with her 'melodic' voice saying "wake up! Look at the beautiful sunrise! Oh its so beautiful.." as she drew the curtains open, sun rays flooding into the room.
I was immediately awoken from my deep slumber, feeling rather sleepy and slightly annoyed. But once I saw what my mum was so hyped about, I had the power to get out of bed, grab my camera, and capture one of the most beautiful scenes I've ever woken up to.
Even the view from our bathroom was beautiful.
After our final dip in the onsen, the fatigue left my body as my blood circulation was palpable through my tomato-like cheeks. We dressed in our robes and headed to the restaurant where a traditional Japanese breakfast set awaited us. A typical Japanese breakfast is always a balanced meal, consisting of your carbs, protein, good fats, and vegetables. Although it may seem like a heavy breakfast, it was pretty light considering each dish was small in portion.
Once we were filled with all this nutritious goodness, we decided to head outside of the hotel to admire the picture-perfect landscape that surrounded the hotel. There were remnants of ice that settled on the grass from last night's snow shower, but the intense heat from the sun soon became responsible for its disappearance.
Here's a photo mum took of dad taking a photo of me looking like a Japanese boy.
And here's a photo mum took of me looking into the distance pondering the mysteries and complexities of the universe, because she thought my hair bun looked cute.
In the distance, we noticed large clouds of smoke coming from the mountains. The hotel's receptionist said there was another hot springs resort there and this was the effect of the outdoor onsen.
After checking out, we decided to explore Hakone before we made our way back to Tokyo. Since our hotel was quite secluded, there was a shuttle bus that took us to the nearest bus stop, and we had to follow a map and figure directions out for ourselves. It was a pretty interesting experience as the bus stop looked like it was in the middle of nowhere, and it felt unlikely that a bus would along this barren road. Thankfully, we did not have to wait too long for a bus to arrive. However, we had to make sure that we would be heading in the right direction. After repeating our intended destination to the bus driver several times, he assured us that the bus would be stopping there.
Our first stop was the Hakone Shrine situated on the border of Lake Ashi. Surrounded by glistening waters and accompanied by perfect weather, we had a great time walking along the shores of Lake Ashi and absorbing all the beauty and Vitamin D.
When we got to the entrance of the Hakone Shrine, everything felt so magical. During our time in Japan, we had come across many shrines in Tokyo. However, none of them could compare to the Hakone Shrine which is surrounded not only by water, but by a forest. Walking through the red arches made me feel like I was in a Twilight sequel, where everything felt so serene and surreal.
Further ahead, there is flight of stairs that leads down to a 'floating red gate' called Torii of Peace. The setting was captivating but it was hard to get a good photo as the sun shone directly on it, blinding not only visitors but my camera lens as well. However, I managed to resurrect the photo with some exposure edits.
As we climbed back up the steps that lead us to the main walkway which was on the same level as the entrance, there was another gate called the Fourth Shrine Gate consisting of 90 steps that led somewhere.
My brother and I, considering our young and fit stature (jokes), went to explore what was tucked away at the peak of the stairs. There were a number of shrines, a sacred dance hall, and a 9 headed dragon water purification basin that is popular amongst the Japanese as a hand washing ritual.
Our next destination on our agenda was to visit the Hakone Open Air Museum. Getting there was tricky, involving hopping on and off a bus that we weren't too sure which direction it would be heading, embarking on a bush-walking trail, walking through housing areas, and passing through a railway track.
After Google maps told us we had reached our destination, we were a few metres from the railway tracks with no sign of the museum. Thankfully, we stumbled upon two Japanese men who seemed to live along this beaten track. The language barrier made it quite hard to communicate, but once they heard 'museum', they nodded their heads and gestured towards the the direction further down the railway tracks. We walked for about 50m, still not seeing any sign of a museum. Little did we know that the two Japanese men were actually following us on the opposite side of the fence adjacent to the railway tracks, making sure we would not get lost. HOW THOUGHTFUL! So they gestured once again towards this obscure stairway that we were meant to climb, that finally lead us to...
We made it! Once we had almost reached the top of the stairway, we turned back as we wanted to show our gratitude towards the old men. However, they were out of sight. They really were our guardian angels for the day. The open-air museum was truly one of a kind. Numerous artworks and art features were scattered throughout this huge space. You will need at least 2 hours to stroll through and cover each section of the museum.
This is actually a playground. How cool right?!
There were many other art features there were chic, quirky, unique, and certain eye-catching. There was also a separate building holding Picasso's artworks, with an inescapable black inked 'PICASSO' slabbed onto the white walls. Most of Picasso's artworks featured his unique style of 'cubism', which I wasn't too intrigued about.
After trying to appreciate Picasso's work, we stumbled across a tall spiral staircase inside a dome like structure. When I looked up, the image of the sun's rays shining through a mountain of stained-glass windows was absolutely mesmerising.
My brother and I were struck by curiosity, so we decided to check out the view from the top. Our reward was a panoramic view of sections of the museum, along with mountains, green pastures, and a sunlit sky.
downnn we go ~
It was time to leave the quaint museum grounds, and head into the main town of Hakone.
We took a train into the main town, but it wasn't an ordinary train. The train tracks were hidden between towers of trees. Hence, the scenic route taken felt like we were in a wildlife documentary as nature's beauty constantly flashed before our eyes.
As we got closer to town, our surroundings began to change, and we saw more vehicles on roads and bridges. We only had about 2 hours to spend in the town before we had to board the train back to Tokyo.
Before exploring, we had to feed our stomachs. There were rows of restaurants and small stalls that primarily sold bento boxes or rice with dishes. It was quite late in the afternoon, so some stalls had closed and some turned us away as the kitchen was closing. We settled for a quiet restaurant after scanning their menu as their gyudon looked appealing.
With time to kill, we roamed around this old-fashioned town, embarking on narrow streets that lead us to these sights:
It was time to bid farewell to the serenity and quietness of Hakone, and board the shinkansen back to the scurry and scramble of Tokyo. Upon arrival at our hotel, we rested our tired eyes and feet for a good 15mins. I on the other hand, went down to the reception to ask whether they could help book a reservation at a teppanyaki restaurant I picked out. The told me the earliest booking the restaurant could offer was 8:15pm, which meant that I had 15mins to get everyone up on their feet and make our way to the restaurant.
Thankfully, the restaurant was only about a 10min walk away, and Google maps had not failed us. The restaurant was called Teppanyaki Ten, and by the looks of the crowd and limited reservation spaces, I would say they are doing exceptionally well. These were some of the delicacies we ordered:
Prices were very reasonable, portions were generous, and ingredients (especially the seafood) was fresh. I highly recommend Teppanyaki Ten for those looking for Japanese food of both quality and quantity!
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Why was Peter Chapman free to murder Ashleigh?
It's been revealed the 33 year old sex offender had already served 7 years in prison for raping 2 teenage prostitutes on Teesside.
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Chapman met Ashleigh online - on Facebook - after he posed as a 19 year old boy.
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Happy Valentine's Day to you all :-)
I haven't been at home so I wasn't able to get in my craft room.
I hadn't made my Partner a Valentine Card!!!
I am a crafter so I definitely couldn't go to a shop and buy one!!! No Way!!
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We decided to go with a low end chassis. He only uses it to check gold and e-mail. So the hardware is rather modest, and the case we chose was this:
So we went from their and started, well to be honest, my first THEME mod. The Theme is GOLF of all things lol. Something I knew nothing about.
I started by replacing the button with a piece of his favorite kind of golf balls.
that sucked trying to cut that off straight.
I basically just glued it over the top of the existing button. But there is a little light behind it so it lights it up quite well.
As you can see on the inside (as I was gluing down the top parts) the case is rather simple. But again, that's more than we needed for this.
Then we procured some actual artificial putting green. So I cut it out for the top of the case.
I then cut a hole for the cup, and even made an awesome sand trap!
I found an old ... driver? what ever it is, golf club. and cut the handle off.
The owner also gave me some personal ibjects from his golfing excursions, that I wanted to display.
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Oh yeah, forgot to mention I added the green on front too. Like it?
Then, since I have a lot of balls (i can't help but chuckle like a 12 year old)
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Obama to name Elena Kagan as SCOTUS NomineeAuthor: Jon Martin | Monday, May 10th, 2010 |
WASHINGTON — President Barack Obama will nominate Solicitor General Elena Kagan to the Supreme Court, a person familiar with the president's thinking said Sunday night.
The move positions the court to have three female justices for the first time in history.
The source spoke on condition of anonymity because the decision had not been made public. Obama will announce his choice at 10 a.m. Monday in the East Room of the White House.
Known as sharp and politically savvy, Kagan has led a blazing legal career: first female dean of Harvard Law School, first woman to serve as the top Supreme Court lawyer for any administration, and now first in Obama's mind to succeed legendary Justice John Paul Stevens.
At 50 years old, Kagan would be the youngest justice on the court, one of many factors working in her favor. She has the chance to extend Obama's legacy for a generation.
Kagan has clerked for Thurgood Marshall, worked for Bill Clinton and earned a stellar reputation as a student, teacher and manager of the elite academic world. Her standing has risen in Obama's eyes as his government's lawyer before the high court over the last year.
Yet Kagan would be the first justice without judicial experience in almost 40 years. All of the three other finalists she beat out for the job are federal appeals court judges, and all nine of the current justices served on the federal bench before being elevated.
Kagan's fate will be up to a Senate dominated by Democrats, who with 59 votes have more than enough to confirm her, even though they are one shy of being to halt any Republican stalling effort.
For the second straight summer, the nation can expected an intense Supreme Court confirmation debate even though, barring a surprise, Kagan is likely to emerge as a justice.
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One of the biggest icebergs in recorded history has broken off of Antarctica, causing widespread arguments amongst scientists over whether or not global warming is to blame.
The iceberg broke free from the ice shelf sometime in the last few days and was captured by a satellite.
The trillion-ton chunk of ice is roughly seven times the size of New York City (789 square kilometres).
While these events are not unusual, for one to break free this size is rare. This giant berg covers an area of roughly 6,000 square kilometres.
Scientists had been monitoring the Larsen C ice shelf, where the giant block of ice broke free, after observing a crack in the ice grow more than 200 kilometres.
There is no immediate threat posed by the new giant iceberg to shipping and because the ice was already floating on the water it should not affect sea levels.
A spokeswoman for the British Antarctic survey said there was not enough information to say whether the 'calving' (term to describe the iceberg breaking loose) is a result of climate change, however there is good evidence that rising global warming has thinned the ice shelves.
If this iceberg does find its way into shipping lanes surly boat captains won't miss one this size in their path.
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