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Over on the T'other Mounting by Charles Egbert Craddock
STRETCHING out laterally from a long oblique line of the Southern
Alleghanies are two parallel ranges, following the same course through
several leagues, and separated by a narrow strip of valley hardly half
a mile in width. As they fare along arm in arm, so to speak, sundry
differences between the close companions are distinctly apparent. One
is much the higher, and leads the way; it strikes out all the bold
curves and angles of the course, meekly attended by the lesser ridge;
its shadowy coves and sharp ravines are repeated in miniature as its
comrade falls into the line of march; it seems to have its companion in
charge, and to conduct it away from the majestic procession of
mountains that traverses the State.
But, despite its more imposing appearance, all the tangible
advantages are possessed by its humble neighbor. When Old Rocky-Top, as
the lower range is called, is fresh and green with the tabular verdure
of spring, the snow still lies on the summit of the T'other Mounting,
and drifts deep into treacherous rifts and chasms, and muffles the
voice of the singing pines; and all the crags are hung with gigantic
glittering icicles, and the woods are gloomy and bleak. When the sun
shines bright on Old Rocky-Top, clouds often hover about the loftier
mountain, and storms brew in that higher atmosphere; the all-pervading
winter winds surge wildly among the groaning forests, and wrench the
limbs from the trees, and dash huge fragments of cliffs down deep
gorges, and spend their fury before they reach the sheltered lower
spur. When the kindly shades of evening slip softly down on drowsy
Rocky-Top, and the work is laid by in the rough little houses, and the
simple homefolks draw around the hearth, day still lingers in a weird,
paralytic life among the tree-tops of the T'other Mounting; and the
only remnant of the world visible is that stark black line of its
summit, stiff and hard against the faint green and saffron tints of the
sky. Before the birds are well awake on Old Rocky- Top, and while the
shadows are still thick, the T'other Mounting has been called up to a
new day. Lonely dawns these: the pale gleam strikes along the October
woods, bringing first into uncertain twilight the dead yellow and red
of the foliage, presently heightened into royal gold and crimson by the
first ray of sunshine; it rouses the timid wild-fowl; it drives home
the plundering fox; it meets, perhaps, some lumbering bear or skulking
mountain wolf; it flecks with light and shade the deer, all gray and
antlered; it falls upon no human habitation, for the few settlers of
the region have a persistent predilection for Old Rocky-Top. Somehow,
the T'other Mounting is vaguely in ill repute among its neighbors,—it
has a bad name.
"It's the onluckiest place ennywhar nigh about," said Nathan White,
as he sat one afternoon upon the porch of his log-cabin, on the summit
of Old Rocky- Top, and gazed up at the heights of the T'other Mounting
across the narrow valley. "I hev hearn tell all my days ez how, ef ye
go up thar on the T'other Mounting, suthin' will happen ter ye afore ye
kin git away. An' I knows myself ez how—'t war ten year ago an'
better—I went up thar, one Jan'ry day, a-lookin' fur my cow, ez bed
strayed off through not hevin' enny calf ter our house; an' I fund the
cow, but jes' tak an' slipped on a icy rock, an' bruk my anklebone. 'T
war sech a job a-gittin' off 'n that thar T'other Mounting an' back
over hyar, it hev l'arned me ter stay away from than"
"Thar war a man," piped out a shrill, quavering voice from within
the door,—the voice of Nathan White's father, the oldest inhabitant
of Rocky-Top,—"thar war a man hyar, nigh on ter fifty year ago,—he
war mightily gin ter thievin' horses; an' one time, while he war a-runnin' away with Pete Dilks's dapple-gray mare,—they called her
Luce, five year old she war,—Pete, he war a-ridin' a-hint him on his
old sorrel mare,— her name 't war Jane, an'—the Jeemes boys,
they war a-ridin' arter the horse-thief too. Thar, now! I clar forgits
what horses them Jeemes boys war a-ridin' of." He paused for an instant
in anxious reflection. "Waal, sir! it do beat all that I can't remember
her them Jeemes boys' horses! Anyways, they got ter that thar tricky
ford through Wild- Duck River, thar on the side o' the T'other
Mounting, an' the horse-thief war ahead, an' he hed ter take it fust.
An' that thar river,—it rises yander in them pines, nigh about,"
pointing with a shaking fore-finger,—"an' that thar river jes' spun
him out 'n the saddle like a top, an' he war'nt seen no more till he
hed floated nigh ter Colbury, ez dead ez a door-nail, nor Pete's
dapple-gray mare nether; she bruk her knees agin them high stone banks.
But he war a good swimmer, an' he war drowned. He war witched with the
place, ez sure ez ye air born."
A long silence ensued. Then Nathan White raised his pondering eyes
with a look of slow curiosity. "What did Tony Britt say he war a-doin'
of, when ye kem on him suddint in the woods on the T'other Mounting?"
he asked, addressing his son, a stalwart youth, who was sitting upon
the step, his hat on the back of his head, and his hands in the pockets
of his jeans trousers.
"He said he war a-huntin', but he hedn't hed no sort 'n luck. It
'pears ter me ez all the game thar is witched somehow, an' ye can't git
no good shot at nuthin'. Tony tole me to-day that he got up three deer,
an' hed toler'ble aim; an' he missed two, an' the t'other jes' trotted
off with a rifle-ball in his flank, ez onconsarned ez ef he hed hit him
with an acorn."
"I hev always hearn ez everything that belongs on that thar T'other
Mounting air witched, an' ef ye brings away so much ez a leaf, or a
stone or a stick, ye fotches a curse with it," chimed in the old man,
"'kase thar hev been sech a many folks killed on the T'other
"I tole Tony Britt that thar word," said the young fellow, "an'
'lowed ter him ez how he hed tuk a mighty bad spot ter go a-huntin'."
"What did he say?" demanded Nathan White.
"He say he never knowed ez thar war murders commit on T'other
Mounting, an' ef thar war he 'spects 't war nuthin' but Injuns, long
time ago. But he 'lowed the place war powerful onlucky, an' he believed
the mounting war witched."
"Ef Tony Britt's arter enny harm," said the octogenarian, "he'll
never come off 'n that thar T'other Mounting. It's a mighty place fur
bad folks ter make thar eend. Thar's that thar horse thief I war
a-tellin' 'bout, an' that dapple-gray mare,—her name 't war Luce. An'
folks ez is a-runnin' from the sheriff jes' takes ter the T'other
Mounting ez nateral ez ef it war home; an' ef they don't git cotched.
they is never hearn on no more." He paused impressively. "The rocks
falls on 'em, an kills 'em; an' I'll tell ye jes' how I knows," he
resumed, oracularly. "'T war sixty year ago, nigh about, an' me an'
them Jeemes boys war a-burnin' of lime tergether over on the T'other
Mounting. We hed a lime-kiln over thar jes' under Piney Notch, an'
never hed no luck, but jes' stuck ter it like fools, till Hiram Jeemes
got one of his eyes put out. So we quit burnin' of lime on the T'other
Mounting, 'count of the place bein' witched, an' kem over hyar ter Old
Rocky-Top, an' got along toler'ble well, cornsiderin'. But one day,
whilst we war a-workin' on the T'other Mounting, what d' ye think I
fund in the rock? The print of a bare foot in the solid stone, ez plain
an' ez nateral ez ef the track hed been lef' in the clay yestiddy.
Waal, I knowed it war the track o' Jeremiah Stubbs, what shot his
step-brother, an' gin th' sheriff the slip, an' war las' seen on the
T'other Mounting, 'kase his old shoe jes' fit the track, fur we tried
it. An' a good while arterward I fund on that same T'other Mounting—
in the solid stone, mind ye—a fish, what he had done br'iled
fursupper, jes' turned ter a stone."
"So thar's the Bible made true," said an elderly woman, who had come
to the door to hear this reminiscence, and stood mechanically stiring a
hoe-cake batter in a shallow wooden bowl. "Ax fur a fish, an' ye'll git
a stone."
The secret history of the hills among which they lived was indeed as
a sealed book to these simple mountaineers.
"The las' time I war ter Colbury," said Nathan White, "I hearn the
sheriff a-talkin' 'bout how them evil-doers an' sech runs fur the
T'other Mounting fust thing; though he 'lowed ez it war powerful foxy
in 'em ter try ter hide thar, 'kase he said, ef they wunst reaches it,
he mought ez well look fur a needle in a haystack. He 'lowed ef he hed
a posse a thousand men strong he couldn't git 'em out."
"He can't find 'em, 'kase the rocks falls on 'em, or swatters 'em
in," said the old man. "Ef Tony Britt is up ter mischief he'll never
come back no more. He'll git into worser trouble than ever he see
"He hev done seen a powerful lot of trouble, fust one way an'
another, 'thout foolin' round the T'other Mounting," said Nathan White.
"They tells me ez he got hisself indicted, I believes they calls it, or
suthin', down yander ter the court at Colbury,—that war year afore
las',—an' he hed ter pay twenty dollars fine; 'kase when he war
overseer of the road he jes' war constant in lettin' his friends, an'
folks ginerally, off 'thout hevin' 'em fined, when they did'nt come an'
work on the road,—though that air the way ez the overseers hev always
done, without nobody a-tellin' on 'em an' sech. But them ez war'nt Tony
Britt's friends seen a mighty differ. He war dead sure ter fine Caleb
Hoxie seventy-five cents, 'cordin' ter the law, fur every day that he
war summonsed ter work an' never come; 'kase Tony an' Caleb hed some
sort 'n grudge agin one another 'count of a spavined horse what Caleb
sold ter Tony, makin' him out to be a sound critter,—though Caleb
swears he never knowed the horse war spavined when he sold him ter
Tony, no more 'n nuthin'. Caleb war mightily worked up 'bout this hyar
finin' business, an' him an' Tony hed a tussle 'bout it every time they
kern tergether. But Caleb war always sure ter git the worst of it,
'kase Tony, though he air tolerable spindling sort o' build, he air
somehow or other sorter stringy an' tough, an' makes a right smart show
in a reg'lar knock-down an' drag-out fight. So Caleb he war beat every
time, an' fined too. An' he tried wunst ter shoot Tony Britt, but he
missed his aim. An' when he war a-layin' off how ter fix Tony, fur
treatin' him that way, he war a-stoppin', one day, at Jacob Green's
blacksmith's shop, yander, a mile down the valley, an' he war a-talkin'
'bout it ter a passel o' folks thar. An' Lawyer Rood from Colbury war
thar, an' Jacob war a-shoein' of his mare; an' he hearn the tale, an'
axed Caleb why'nt he report Tony ter the court, an' git him fined fur
neglect of his duty, bein' overseer of the road. An' Caleb never knowed
before that it war the law that everybody what war summonsed an' did'nt
come must be fined, or the overseer must be fined hisself; but he
knowed that Tony hed been a-lettin' of his friends off, an' folks
ginerally, an' he jes' 'greed fur Lawyer Rood ter stir up trouble fur
Tony. An' he done it. An' the court fined Tony twenty dollars fur them
ways o' his'n. An' it kept him so busy a-scufflin' ter raise the twenty
dollars that he never hed a chance ter give Caleb Hoxie more 'n one or
two beatin's the whole time he war a-scrapin' up the money."
This story was by no means unknown to the little circle, nor did its
narrator labor under the delusion that he was telling a new thing. It
was merely a verbal act of recollection, and an attentive silence
reigned as he related the familiar facts. To people who live in lonely
regions this habit of retrospection (especially noticeable in them) and
an enduring interest in the past may be something of a compensation for
the scanty happenings of the present. When the recital was concluded,
the hush for a time was unbroken, save by the rush of the winds,
bringing upon their breath the fragrant woodland odors of balsams and
pungent herbs, and a fresh and exhilarating suggestion of sweeping over
a volume of falling water. They stirred the fringed shadow of a great
pine that stood, like a sentinel, before Nathan White's door and threw
its colorless simulacrum, a boastful lie twice its size, far down the
sunset road. Now and then the faint clangor of a cow-bell came from out
the tangled woods about the little hut, and the low of homeward-bound
cattle sounded upon the air, mellowed and softened by the distance. The
haze that rested above the long, narrow valley was hardly visible, save
in the illusive beauty with which it invested the scene, the tender
azure of the far-away ranges; the exquisite tones of the gray and
purple shadows that hovered about the darkening coves and along the
deep lines marking the gorges; the burnished brilliance of the
sunlight, which, despite its splendor, seemed lonely enough, lying
motionless upon the lonely landscape and on the still figures clustered
about the porch. Their eyes were turned toward the opposite steeps,
gorgeous with scarlet oak and sumac, all in autumnal array, and their
thoughts were busy with the hunter on the T'other Mounting and vague
speculations concerning his evil intent.
"It 'pears ter me powerful strange ez Tony goes a-foolin' round that
thar T'other Mounting, cornsiderin' what happened yander in its
shadow," said the woman, coming again to the door, and leaning idly
against the frame; the bread was baking over the coals. "That thar wife
o' his'n, afore she died, war always frettin' 'kase way down thar on
the backbone, whar her house war, the shadow o' the T'other Mounting
laid on it fur an hour an' better every day of the worl'. She 'lowed ez
it always put her in mind o' the shadow o' death. An' I thought 'bout
that thar sayin' o' hem the day when I see her a-lyin' stiff an' cold
on the bed, an' the shadow of the T'other Mounting drapping in at the
open door, an' a-creepin' an' a-creepin' over her face. An' I war plumb
glad when they got that woman under ground, whar, ef the sunshine can't
git ter her, neither kin the shadow. Ef ever thar war a murdered woman,
she war one. Arter all that hed come an' gone with Caleb Hoxie, fur
Tony Britt ter go arter him, 'kase he war a yerb-doctor, ter git him
ter physic his wife, who war nigh about dead with the lung fever, an'
gin up by old Dr. Marsh!—it looks ter me like he war plumb crazy,—
though him an' Caleb hed sorter made friends 'bout the spavined horse
an' sech afore them. Jes' ez soon ez she drunk the stuff that Caleb
fixed fur her she laid her head back an' shet her eyes, en' never
opened 'em no more in this worl'. She war a murdered woman, an' Caleb
Hoxie done it through the yerbs he fixed fur her."
A subtile amethystine mist had gradually overlaid the slopes of the
T'other Mounting, mellowing the brilliant tints of the variegated
foliage to a delicious hazy sheen of mosaics; but about the base the
air seemed dun-colored, though transparent; seen through it, even the
red of the crowded trees was but a sombre sort of magnificence, and the
great masses of gray rocks, jutting out among them here and there, wore
a darkly frowning aspect. Along the summit there was a blaze of scarlet
and gold in the full glory of the sunshine; the topmost cliffs caught
its rays, and gave them back in unexpected gleams of green or
grayish-yellow, as of mosses, or vines, or huckleberry bushes,
nourished in the heart of the deep fissures.
"Waal," said Nathan White, "I never did believe ez Caleb gin her
ennythink ter hurt,—though I knows thar is them ez does. Caleb it the
bes' yerb-doctor I ever see. The rheumatiz would nigh on ter hey killed
me, ef it war'nt fur him, that spell I hed las' winter. An' Dr. Marsh,
what they hed up afore the gran' jury, swore that the yerbs what Caleb
gin her war nuthin' ter hurt; he said, though, they couldn't holp nor
herder. An' but fur Dr. Marsh they would hev jailed Caleb ter stand his
trial, like Tony wanted 'em ter do. But Dr. Marsh said she died with
the consumption, jes' the same an' Caleb's yerbs war wholesome, though
they war'nt no 'count at all."
"I knows I ain't a-goin' never ter tech nuthin' he fixes fur me no
more," said his wife, "an' I'll be bound nobody else in these hyar
mountings will, nuther."
"Waal," drawled her son, "I knows fur true ez he air tendin' now on
old Gideon Croft, what lives over yander in the valley on the t'other
side of the T'other Mounting, an' is down with the fever. He went over
thar yestiddy evening late, I met him when he war goin', an' he tole
"He hed better look out how he comes across Tony Britt," said Nathan
White; "fur I hearn, the las' time I war ter the Settlemint, how Tony
hev swore ter kill him the nex' time he see him, fur agivin' of
pizenous yerbs ter his wife. Tony air mightily outdone 'kase the gran'
jury let him off. Caleb hed better be sorter keerful how he goes
a-foolin' round these hyar dark woods."
The sun had sunk, and the night, long held in abeyance, was coming
fast. The glooms gathered in the valley; a soft gray shadow hung over
the landscape, making familiar things strange. The T'other Mounting was
all a dusky, sad purple under the faintly pulsating stars, save that
high along the horizontal line of its summit gleamed the strange red
radiance of the dead and gone sunset. The outline of the foliage was
clearly drawn against the pure lapis lazuli tint of the sky behind it;
here and there the uncanny light streamed through the bare limbs of an
early leafless tree, which looked in the distance like some bony hand
beckoning, or warning, or raised in horror.
"Anythink mought happen thar!" said the woman, as she stood
on night-wrapped Rocky- Top and gazed up at the alien light, so red in
the midst of the dark landscape. When she turned back to the door of
the little hut, the meagre comforts within seemed almost luxury in
their cordial contrast to the desolate, dreary mountain yonder and the
thought of the forlorn, wandering hunter. A genial glow from the hearth
diffused itself over the puncheon floor; the savory odor of broiling
venison filled the room as a tall, slim girl knelt before the fire and
placed the meat upon the gridiron, her pale cheeks flushing with the
heat; there was a happy suggestion of peace and unity when the four
generations trooped in to their supper grandfather on his grandson's
arm, and a sedate two-year-old bringing up the rear. Nathan White's
wife paused behind the others to bar the door, and once more, as she
looked up at the T'other Mounting, the thought of the lonely wanderer
smote her heart. The red sunset light had died out at last, but a
golden aureola heralded the moon-rise, and a gleaming thread edged the
masses of foliage; there was no faint suggestion now of mist in the
valley, and myriads of stars filled a cloudless sky. "He hev done gone
home by this time," she said to her daughter-in-law, as she closed the
door, "an' ef he ain't, he'll hev a moon ter light him."
"Air ye a-studyin' 'bout Tony Britt yit?" asked Nathan White. "He
hev done gone home a good hour by sun, I'll be bound. Jes' ketch Tony
Britt a-huntin' till sundown, will ye! He air a mighty pore hand ter
work. 'Stonishes me ter hear he air even a-huntin' on the T'other
"I don't believe he's up ter enny harm," said the woman; "he hev
jes' tuk ter the woods with grief."
"'Pears ter me," said the daughter-in-law, rising from her kneeling
posture before the fire, and glancing reproachfully at her husband,—
"'pears ter me ez ye mought hev brought him hyar ter eat his supper
along of we-uns, stiddier a-leavin' him a-grievin' over his dead wife
in them witched woods on the T'other Mounting."
The young fellow looked a trifle abashed at this suggestion. "I
never wunst thought of it," he said. "Tony never stopped ter talk more
in a minit, nohow."
The evening wore away; the octogenarian and the sedate two-year-old
fell asleep in their chairs shortly after supper; Nathan White and his
son smoked their cob-pipes, and talked fitfully of the few incidents of
the day; the women sat in the firelight with their knitting, silent and
absorbed, except that now and then the elder, breaking from her
reverie, declared, "I can't git Tony Britt out 'n my head nohow in the
The moon had come grandly up over the T'other Mounting, casting long
silver lights and deep black shadows through all the tangled recesses
and yawning chasms of the woods and rocks. In the vast wilderness the
bright rays met only one human creature, the belated hunter making his
way homeward through the dense forest with an experienced woodman's
craft. For no evil intent had brought Tony Britt to the T'other
Mounting; he had spent the day in hunting, urged by that strong
necessity without which the mountaineer seldom makes any exertion. Dr.
Marsh's unavailing skill had cost him dear; his only cow was sold to
make up the twenty dollars fine which his revenge on Caleb Hoxie had
entailed upon him; without even so much as a spavined horse tillage was
impossible, and the bounteous harvest left him empty-handed, for he had
no crops to gather. The hardships of extreme poverty had reinforced the
sorrows that came upon him in battalions, and had driven him far
through long aisles of the woods, where the night fell upon him
unaware. The foliage was all embossed with exquisite silver designs
that seemed to stand out some little distance from the dark masses of
leaves; now and then there came to his eyes that emerald gleam never
seen upon verdure in the day-time,—only shown by some artificial
light, or the moon's sweet uncertainty. The wind was strong and fresh,
but not cold; here and there was a glimmer of dew. Once, and once only,
he thought of the wild traditions which peopled the T'other Mounting
with evil spirits. He paused with a sudden chill; he glanced nervously
over his shoulder down the illimitable avenues of tile lonely woods.
The grape-vines, hanging in festoons from tree to tree, were slowly
swinging back and forth, stirred by the wind. There was a dizzy dance
of shadows whirling on every open space where the light lay on the
ground. The roar and fret of Wild-Duck River, hidden there somewhere in
the pines, came on the breeze like a strange weird, fitful voice,
crying out amid the haunted solitudes of the T'other Mounting. He
turned abruptly, with his gun on his shoulder, and pursued his way
through the trackless desert in the direction of his home. He had been
absorbed in his quest and his gloomy thoughts, and did not realize the
distance he had traversed until it lay before him to be retraced; but
his superstitious terror urged him to renewed exertions. "Ef ever I
gits off 'n this hyar witched mounting," he said to himself, as he tore
away the vines and brambles that beset his course, "I'll never come
back agin while I lives." He grew calmer when he paused on a huge
projecting crag, and looked across the narrow valley at the great black
mass opposite, which he knew was Old Rocky-Top; its very presence gave
him a sense of companionship and blunted his fear, and he sat down to
rest for a few minutes, gazing at the outline of the range he knew so
well, so unfamiliar from a new stand-point. How low it seemed from the
heights of the T'other Mounting! Could that faint gleam be the light in
Nathan White's house? Tony Britt glanced further down the indistinct
slope, where he knew his own desolate, deserted hut was crouched. "Jes'
whar the shadow o' the T'other Mounting can reach it," he thought, with
a new infusion of bitterness. He averted his eyes; he would look no
longer; he threw himself at full length among the ragged clumps of
grass and fragments of rock, and turned his face to the stars. It all
came back to him then. Sometimes, in his sordid cares and struggles for
his scanty existence, his past troubles were dwarfed by the present.
But here on the lonely cliff, with the infinite spaces above him and
the boundless forest below, he felt anew his isolation. No light on
earth save the far gleam from another man's home, and in heaven only
the drowning face of the moon, drifting slowly through the blue floods
of the skies. He was only twenty-five; he had youth and health and
strength, but he felt that he had lived his life; it seemed long,
marked as it was by cares and privation and persistent failure. Little
as he knew of life, he knew how hard his had been, even meted by those
of the poverty-stricken wretches among whom his lot was cast. "An' sech
luck!" he said, as his sad eyes followed the drifting dead face of the
moon. "Along o' that thar step-mother o' mine till I war growed; an'
then when I war married, an' we hed got the house put up, an' war
beginnin' ter git along like other folks kin, an' Car'line's mother gin
her that thar calf what growed ter a cow, an' through pinchin' an'
savin' we made out ter buy that thar horse from Caleb Hoxie, jes' ez we
war a-startin' ter work a crap he lays down an' dies; an' that cussed
twenty dollars ez I hed ter pay ter the court; an' Car'line jes'
a-gittin' sick, an' a-wastin' an' a-wastin' away, till I, like a fool,
brung Caleb thar, an' he pizens her with his yerbs—God A'mighty! ef I
could jes' lay my hands wunst on that scoundrel I wouldn't leave a mite
of him, ef he war pertected by a hundred lyin', thievin' gran' juries!
But he can't stay a-hidin' forevermo'. He's got ter 'count ter me, ef
he ain't ter the law; an' he'll see a mighty differ atwixt us. I swear
he'll never draw another breath!"
He rose with a set, stern face, and struck a huge bowlder beside him
with his hard clenched hand as he spoke. He had not even an ignorant
idea of an impressive dramatic pose; but if the great gaunt cliff had
been the stage of a theatre his attitude and manner at that instant
would have won him applause. He was all alone with his poverty and his
anguished memories, as men with such burdens are apt to be.
The bowlder on which, in his rude fashion, he had registered his
oath was harder than his hard hand, and the vehemence of the blow
brought blood; but he had scarcely time to think of it. His absorbed
reverie was broken by a rustling other than that of the eddying wind.
He raised his head and looked about him, half expecting to see the
antlers of a deer. Then there came to his ears the echo of the tread of
man. His eyes mechanically followed the sound. Forty feet down the face
of the crag a broad ledge jutted out, and upon it ran a narrow path,
made by stray cattle, or the feet of their searching owners; it was
visible from the summit for a distance of a hundred yards or so, and
the white glamour of the moonbeams fell full upon it. Before a
speculation had suggested itself, a man walked slowly into view along
the path, and with starting eyes the hunter recognized his dearest foe.
Britt's hand lay upon the bowlder; his oath was in his mind; his
unconscious enemy had come within his power. Swifter than a flash the
temptation was presented. He remembered the warnings of his lawyer at
Colbury last week, when the grand jury had failed to find a true bill
against Caleb Hoxie,—that he was an innocent man, and must go
unscathed, that any revenge for fancied wrongs would be dearly rued; he
remembered, too, the mountain traditions of the falling rocks burying
evil-doers in the heart of the hills. Here was his opportunity. He
would have a life for a life, and there would be one more legend of the
very stones conspiring to punish malefactors escaped from men added to
the terrible "sayin's" of the T'other Mounting. A strong belief in the
supernatural influences of the place was rife within him; he knew
nothing of Gideon Croft's fever and the errand that had brought the
herb-doctor through the "witched mounting;" had he not been transported
thither by some invisible agency, that the rocks might fall upon him
and crush him?
The temptation and the resolve were simultaneous. With his hand upon
the bowlder, his hot heart beating fast, his distended eyes burning
upon the approaching figure, he waited for the moment to come. There
lay the long, low, black mountain opposite, with only the moonbeams
upon it, for the lights in Nathan White's house were extinguished;
there was the deep, dark gulf of the valley; there, forty feet below
him, was the narrow, moon-flooded path on the ledge, and the man
advancing carelessly. The bowlder fell with a frightful crash, the
echoes rang with a scream of terror, and the two men—one fleeing from
the dreadful danger he had barely escaped, the other from the hideous
deed he thought he had done—ran wildly in opposite directions through
the tangled autumnal woods.
Was every leaf of the forest endowed with a woful voice, that the
echo of that shriek might never die from Tony Britt's ears? Did the
storied, retributive rocks still vibrate with this new victim's
frenzied cry? And what was this horror in his heart! Now,—so late,—
was coming a terrible conviction of his enemy's innocence, and with it
a fathomless remorse.
All through the interminable night he fled frantically along the
mountain's summit, scarcely knowing whither, and caring for nothing
except to multiply the miles between him and the frightful object that
he believed lay under the bowlder which he had dashed down the
precipice. The moon sank beneath the horizon; the fantastic shadows
were merged in the darkest hour of the night; the winds died, and there
was no voice in all the woods, save the wail of Wild-Duck River and the
forever-resounding screams in the flying wretch's ears. Sometimes he
answered them in a wild, hoarse, inarticulate cry; sometimes he flung
his hands above his head and wrung them in his agony; never once did he
pause in his flight. Panting, breathless, exhausted, he eagerly sped
through the darkness; tearing his face upon the brambles; plunging now
and then into gullies and unseen quagmires; sometimes falling heavily,
but recovering himself in an instant, and once more struggling on;
striving to elude the pursuing voices, and to distance forever his
conscience and his memory.
And then came that terrible early daylight that was wont to dawn
upon the T'other Mounting when all the world besides was lost in
slumber; the wan, melancholy light showed dimly the solemn trees and
dense undergrowth; the precarious pitfalls about his path; the long
deep gorges; the great crags and chasms; the cascades, steely gray, and
white; the huge mass, all hung about with shadows, which he knew was
Old Rocky-Top, rising from the impenetrably dark valley below. It
seemed wonderful to him, somehow, that a new day should break at all.
If, in a revulsion of nature, that utter blackness had continued
forever and ever it would not have been strange, after what had
happened. He could have borne it better than the sight of the familiar
world gradually growing into day, all unconscious of his secret. He had
begun the descent of the T'other Mounting, and he seemed to carry that
pale dawn with him; day was breaking when he reached the foot of Old
Rocky-Top, and as he climbed up to his own deserted, empty little
shanty, it too stood plainly defined in the morning light. He dragged
himself to the door, and impelled by some morbid fascination he glanced
over his shoulder at the T'other Mounting. There it was, unchanged,
with the golden largess of a gracious season blazing upon every
autumnal leaf. He shuddered, and went into the fireless, comfortless
house. And then he made an appalling discovery. As he mechanically
divested himself of his shot pouch and powder-horn he was stricken by a
sudden consciousness that he did not have his gun! One doubtful moment,
and he remembered that he had laid it upon the crag when he had thrown
himself down to rest. Beyond question, it was there yet. His conscience
was still now,—his remorse had fled. It was only a matter of time
when his crime would be known. He recollected his meeting with young
White while he was hunting, and then Britt cursed the gun which he had
left on the cliff. The discovery of the weapon there would be strong
evidence against him, taken in connection with all the other
circumstances. True, he could even yet go back and recover it, but he
was mastered by the fear of meeting some one on the unfrequented road,
or even in the loneliness of the T'other Mounting, and strengthening
the chain of evidence against him by the fact of being once more seen
in the fateful neighborhood. He resolved that he would wait until
night-fall, and then he would retrace his way, secure his gun, and all
might yet be well with him. As to the bowlder,—were men never before
buried under the falling rocks of the T'other Mounting?
Without food, without rest, without sleep, his limbs rigid with the
strong tension of his nerves, his eyes bloodshot, haggard, and eager,
his brain on fire, he sat through the long morning hours absently
gazing across the narrow valley at the solemn, majestic mountain
opposite, and that sinister jutting crag with the indistinctly defined
ledges of its rugged surface.
After a time, the scene began to grow dim; the sun was still
shining, but through a haze becoming momently more dense. The
brilliantly tinted foliage upon the T'other Mounting was fading; the
cliffs showed strangely distorted faces through the semi-transparent
blue vapor, and presently they seemed to recede altogether; the valley
disappeared, and all the country was filled with the smoke of distant
burning woods. He was gasping when he first became sensible of the
smoke-laden haze, for he had seen nothing of the changing aspect of the
landscape. Before his vision was the changeless picture of a night of
mingled moonlight and shadow, the ill-defined black mass where Old
Rocky-Top rose into the air, the impenetrable gloom of the valley, the
ledge of the crag, and the unconscious figure slowly coming within the
power of his murderous hand. His eyes would look on no other scene, no
other face, so long as he should live.
He had a momentary sensation of stifling, and then a great weight
was lifted. For he had begun to doubt whether the unlucky locality
would account satisfactorily for the fall of that bowlder and the
horrible object beneath it; a more reasonable conclusion might be
deduced from the fact that he had been seen in the neighborhood, and
the circumstance of the deadly feud. But what wonder would there be if
the dry leaves on the T'other Mounting should be ignited and the woods
burned! What explanations might not such a catastrophe suggest!—a
frantic flight from the flames toward the cliff and an accidental fall.
And so he waited throughout the long day, that was hardly day at all,
but an opaque twilight, through which could be discerned only the stony
path leading down the slope from his door, only the blurred outlines of
the bushes close at hand, only the great gaunt limbs of a
lightning-scathed tree, seeming entirely severed from the unseen trunk,
and swinging in the air sixty feet above the earth.
Toward night-fall the wind rose and the smoke-curtain lifted, once
more revealing to the settlers upon Old Rocky-Top the sombre T'other
Mounting, with the belated evening light still lurid upon the trees,—
only a strange, faint resemblance of the sunset radiance, rather the
ghost of a dead day. And presently this apparition was gone, and the
deep purple line of the witched mountain's summit grew darker against
the opaline skies, till it was merged in a dusky black, and the shades
of the night fell thick on the landscape.
The scenic effects of the drama, that serve to widen the mental
vision and cultivate the imagination of even the poor in cities, were
denied these primitive, simple people; but that magnificent pageant of
the four seasons, wherein was forever presented the imposing splendor
of the T'other Mounting in an ever-changing grandeur of aspect, was a
gracious recompense for the spectacular privileges of civilization. And
this evening the humble family party on Nathan White's porch beheld a
scene of unique impressiveness.
The moon had not yet risen; the winds were awhirl; the darkness
draped the earth as with a pall. Out from the impenetrable gloom of the
woods on the T'other Mounting there started, suddenly, a scarlet globe
of fire; one long moment it was motionless, but near it the spectral
outline of a hand appeared beckoning, or warning, or raised in horror,
—only a leafless tree, catching in the distance a semblance of
humanity. Then from the still ball of fire there streamed upward a
long, slender plume of golden light, waving back and forth against the
pale horizon. Across the dark slope of the mountain below, flashes of
lightning were shooting in zig- zag lines, and wherever they gleamed
were seen those frantic skeleton hands raised and wrung in anguish. It
was cruel sport for the cruel winds; they maddened over gorge and cliff
and along the wooded steeps, carrying far upon their wings the sparks
of desolation. From the summit, myriads of jets of flame reached up to
the placid stars; about the base of the mountain lurked a lake of
liquid fire, with wreaths of blue smoke hovering over it; ever and
anon, athwart the slope darted the sudden lightning, widening into
sheets of flame as it conquered new ground.
The astonishment on the faces grouped about Nathan White's door was
succeeded by a startled anxiety. After the first incoherent
exclamations of surprise came the pertinent inquiry from his wife, "Ef
Old Rocky-Top war ter ketch too, whar would we-uns run ter?"
Nathan White's countenance had in its expression more of astounded
excitement than of bodily fear. "Why, bless my soul!" he said at
length, "the woods away over yander, what hev been burnin' all day,
ain't nigh enough ter the T'other Mounting ter ketch it,—nuthin' like
"The T'other Mounting would burn, though, ef fire war put ter it,"
said his son. The two men exchanged a glance of deep significance.
"Do ye mean ter say," exclaimed Mrs. White, her fire-lit face
agitated by a sudden superstitious terror, "that that thar T'other
Mounting is fired by witches an' sech?"
"Don't talk so loud, Matildy," said her husband. "Them knows best ez
done it."
"Thar's one thing sure," quavered the old man: "that thar fire will
never tech a leaf on Old Rocky-Top. Thar's a church on this hyar
mounting,—bless the Lord fur it!—an' we lives in the fear o' God."
There was a pause, all watching with distended eyes the progress of
the flames.
"It looks like it mought hev heen kindled in torment," said the
young daughter-in-law.
"It looks down thar," said her husband, pointing to the lake of
fire, "like the pit itself."
The apathetic inhabitants of Old Rocky-Top were stirred into an
activity very incongruous with their habits and the hour. During the
conflagration they traversed long distances to reach each other's
houses and confer concerning the danger and the questions of
supernatural agency provoked by the mysterious firing of the woods.
Nathan White had few neighbors, but above the crackling of the timber
and the roar of the flames there rose the quick beat of running
footsteps; the undergrowth of the forest near at hand was in strange
commotion; and at last, the figure of a man burst forth, the light of
the fire showing the startling pallor of his face as he staggered to
the little porch and sank, exhausted, into a chair.
"Waal, Caleb Hoxie!" exclaimed Nathan White, in good-natured
raillery; "ye're skeered, fur true! What ails ye, ter think Old Rocky-Top air a-goin' ter ketch too? 'Tain't nigh dry enough, I'm
"Fire kindled that thar way can't tech a leaf on Old Rocky-Top,"
sleepily piped out the old man, nodding in his chair, the glare of the
flames which rioted over the T'other Mounting gilding his long white
hair and peaceful, slumberous face. "Thar's a church on Old Rocky- Top,
—bless the"—The sentence drifted away with his dreams.
"Does ye believe—them—them"—Caleb Hoxie's trembling white lips
could not frame the word—"them—done it?"
"Like ez not," said Nathan White. "But that ain't a-troublin' of ye
an' me. I ain't never hearn o' them witches a-tormentin' of honest
folks what ain't done nuthin' hurtful ter nobody," he added, in cordial
His son was half hidden behind one of the rough cedar posts, that
his mirth at the guest's display of cowardice might not be observed.
But the women, always quick to suspect, glanced meaningly at each other
with widening eyes, as they stood together in the door-way.
"I dunno,—I dunno," Caleb Hoxie declared huskily. "I ain't never
done nuthin' ter nobody, an' what do ye s'pose them witches an' sech
done ter me las' night, on that T'other Mounting? I war a-goin' over
yander to Gideon Croft's fur ter physic him, ez he air mortal low with
the fever; an' ez I war a-comin' alongside o' that thar high bluff"—
it was very distinct, with the flames wreathing fantastically about its
gray, rigid features—"they throwed a bowlder ez big ez this hyar
porch down on ter me. It jes' grazed me, an' knocked me down, an'
kivered me with dirt. An' I run home a-hollerin'; an' it seemed ter me
ter-day ez I war a-goin' ter screech an' screech all my life, like some
onsettled crazy critter. It 'peared like 't would take a bar'l o' hop
tea ter git me quiet. An' now look yander!" and he pointed tremulously
to the blazing mountain.
There was an expression of conviction on the women's faces. All
their lives afterward it was there whenever Caleb Hoxie's name was
mentioned; no more to be moved or changed than the stern, set faces of
the crags among the fiery woods.
"Thar's a church on this hyar mounting," said the old man feebly,
waking for a moment, and falling asleep the next.
Nathan White was perplexed and doubtful, and a superstitious awe had
checked the laughing youngster behind the cedar post.
A great cloud of flame came rolling through the sky toward them,
golden, pellucid, spangled through and through with fiery red stars;
poising itself for one moment high above the valley, then breaking into
myriads of sparks, and showering down upon the dark abysses below.
"Look-a-hyar!" said the elder woman in a frightened under-tone to
her daughter-in-law; "this hyar wicked critter air too onlucky ter be
a-sittin' 'longside of us; we'll all be burnt up afore he gits hisself
away from hyar. An' who is that a-comin' yander?" For from the
encompassing woods another dark figure had emerged, and was slowly
approaching the porch. The wary eyes near Caleb Hoxie saw that he fell
to trembling, and that he clutched at a post for support. But the hand
pointing at him was shaken as with a palsy, and the voice hardly seemed
Tony Britt's as it cried out, in an agony of terror, "What air ye
a-doin' hyar, a-sittin' 'longside o' livin' folks? Yer bones air under
a bowlder on the T'other Mounting, an' ye air a dead man!"
They said ever afterward that Tony Britt had lost his mind "through
goin' a-huntin' jes' one time on the T'other Mounting. His spirit air
all broke, an' he's a mighty tame critter nowadays." Through his
persistent endeavor he and Caleb Hoxie became quite friendly, and he
was even reported to "'low that he war sati'fied that Caleb never gin
his wife nuthin' ter hurt." "Though," said the gossips of Old
Rocky-Top, "them women up ter White's will hev it no other way but that
Caleb pizened her, an' they would'nt take no yerbs from him no more 'n
he war a rattlesnake. But Caleb always 'pears sorter skittish when he
an' Tony air tergether, like he did'nt know when Tony war a-goin' ter
fotch him a lick. But law! Tony air that changed that ye can't make him
mad 'thout ye mind him o' the time he called Caleb a ghost."
A dark, gloomy, deserted place was the charred T'other Mounting
through all the long winter. And when spring came, and Old Rocky- Top
was green with delicate fresh verdure, and melodious with singing birds
and chorusing breezes, and bedecked as for some great festival with
violets and azaleas and laurel-blooms, the T'other Mounting was stark
and wintry and black with its desolate, leafless trees. But after a
while the spring came for it, too: the buds swelled and burst;
flowering vines festooned the grim gray crags; and the dainty freshness
of the vernal season reigned upon its summit, while all the world below
was growing into heat and dust. The circuit-rider said it reminded him
of a tardy change in a sinner's heart: though it come at the eleventh
hour, the glorious summer is before it, and a full fruition; though it
work but an hour in the Lord's vineyard, it receives the same reward as
those who labored through all the day.
"An' it always did 'pear ter me ez thar war mighty little jestice in
that," was Mrs. White's comment.
But at the meeting when that sermon was preached Tony Britt told his
"experience." It seemed a confession, for according to the gossips he
"'lowed that he hed flung that bowlder down on Caleb Hoxie,—what the
witches flung, ye know,—'kase he believed then that Caleb hed killed
his wife with pizenous yerbs; an' he went back the nex' night an' fired
the woods, ter make folks think when they fund Caleb's bones that he
war a-runnin' from the blaze an' fell off'n the bluff." And everybody
on Old Rocky-Top said incredulously, "Pore Tony Britt! He hev los' his
mind through goin' a-huntin' jes' one time on the T'other Mounting."
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sm_n_getfieldon a radio button group that allows one selection,
buffergets the group occurrence number of the selected item. For example, the radio button group
ratinghas the third occurrence,
PG-13, selected:
Given this selection, the following call to
sm_n_getfieldputs the string
"3" into
buffer:retvar = sm_n_getfield(buffer, "rating");
To get selections in a group that allows multiple selections—for example a group of check box widgets—issue successive calls to either
sm_o_getfield. For example, the
genrecheck box group has occurrences 1, 3, and 4 selected:
Panther sees a group's value as an array whose elements contain the offsets of the selected items. Thus, Panther stores the selections in
genreas follows:genre[1] = "1"
genre[2] = "3"
genre[3] = "4"
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genrethrough successive calls to
sm_i_getfield:int len, grp_occ, num_occs;
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for (grp_occ = 1; grp_occ <= num_occs; grp_oc++)
len = sm_i_getfield(select_val, "genre", grp_occ);
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sm_i_getfieldgets the next
valselection in the group and puts its offset into
select_val. For instance, when
grp_occis 2,
sm_i_getfieldgets the second-selected item in
genreand puts its offset value, 3 (
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text: Sarah Gingrich08 May 20180 Passing of Former General Manager The Maple Grove Raceway community is deeply saddened by the death of a distinguished businessman, previous Division Director and former General Manager, Lex Dudas who passed away on Tuesday, May 8th. Lex Dudas lost his courageous battle with cancer. Lex was exquisitely articulate and extremely passionate about drag racing. Dudas first arrived at Maple Grove Raceway as a fan, then a racer and eventually working his way to be part of the management team. His career in the sport spanned 55 years. In those five and a half decades Lex took the world by storm. From being the National Hot Rod Association (NHRA) Southeast Division Director, President of the Super Chevy Shows, Track Manager, General Manager at Indianapolis Raceway Park to Vice President & General Manager of Maple Grove Raceway. He even lobbied for an NHRA National event to be held at Maple Grove. Which is still running 34 years strong. Lex Dudas was a man who accomplished many great things and never once let anything stand in his way. He exuded a passion and drive for drag racing and Maple Grove Raceway. During his induction speech for 2016 NHRA Northeast Division Hall of Fame, he announced his retirement at the conclusion of the 2017 season. "It has been a hell of a ride," said Dudas. He mentioned that he planned to spend his retirement with his family. Above all his greatest love was for his wife, Laura, his siblings, children and grandchildren. He touched the lives of thousands, with each one having a memory or story to share. One of Lex's best attributes was the ability to see the potential in people. He was able to see something, many could not even see in themselves. He was a tough businessman with a gentle heart and his wisdom and life experience were unprecedented. Our hearts go out to his family and to all who were touched by his extraordinary legacy during this time of sadness.


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Due to the extraordinary circumstances involved in this case and at the request of the Brown family, Attorney General Holder has instructed Justice Department officials to arrange for an additional autopsy to be performed by a federal medical examiner. This independent examination will take place as soon as possible. Even after it is complete, Justice Department officials still plan to take the state-performed autopsy into account in the course of their investigation.
The most basic problem is that we will never know for certain what happened. Why? Because the Ferguson cruiser did not have a camera recording the incident. That's simply not credible. "Law" "enforcement" in Ferguson apparently has at its disposal tear gas, riot gear, armored vehicles and machine guns ...but not a dashcam. That's ridiculous. I remember a few years ago when my one-man police department in New Hampshire purchased a camera for its cruiser. It's about as cheap and basic a police expense as there is. ... In 2014, when a police cruiser doesn't have a camera, it's a conscious choice. And it should be regarded as such.
But the military hardware issue, the BearCats and grenade launchers and what we've seen unfold in Ferguson — that does seem easy, uncomplicated, clear. Crime rates rise and fall, but crime-fighting is a constant for police; dealing with terrorism and insurrection, however, decidedly is not. Yet for decades we've been equipping our cops as though the Symbionese Liberation Army were about to come out of retirement, as if every burst of opportunistic lawlessness could become another Watts, as though the Qaeda sleeper cells we feared after 9/11 were as pervasive in life as they are on "24" or "Homeland."
And this is where it's ended: with a bunch of tomfool police playing soldier, tear-gassing protesters, arresting journalists and turning Ferguson into a watchword for policing at its worst.
Time to take their toys away.
The day began with questions about why a young man was killed just days before he was due to begin college. It ended as a referendum on the militarization of American police forces. There is a feedback loop of recrimination playing in the streets of Ferguson. With the thinnest of rationales, the police here responded to community anger in the self-justifying language of force, under circumstances that call for a more humane tongue.
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In the 1980s, the United States Air Force conducted experiments in social development using farting to change introverts into extroverts. To be fair, it wasn't actually the US Air Force, but my brother who was IN the Air Force at the time but since he was on their payroll any research technically belongs to the Air Force. Farting, passing gas, cutting the cheese, one-cheek-sneak, pooting and releasing the barking spider has long been a family pastime. Our father was a Zen master of stepping on the duck, he perfected the timing and delivery so that everyone within ear and nose shot could enjoy the event. When my brother joined the Air Force he quickly became a legend at Lackland AFB, where he found that the humid, hot Texas weather only amplified his gift. The "Day of the Four Hour Stink" is still talked about in hushed tones, a day where my brother left an air biscuit in the laundry room that cleared it of all personnel and kept them at bay for almost four hours. He also developed, through sudo-chemical research at Korean restaurants, the ability to stink up an entire 707 airframe.
My brother quickly noticed that his friends and co-workers who emulated him began to change. His roommate was a quite and shy before he met my Bro, and he was shocked by the loud and public farting. Then he started to do it too; here and there at first but then in a short time he was farting loudly at the Pub. In front of women no less. He became out going and and gregarious and quite the lady's man. In the thirteen years he spent in the Air Force he saw the same thing over and over. He also noticed that the new social farters also got promoted faster and more often. It was a form of Gassive Aggression that had been untapped up until then and remains unkown to the world at large even today. Now, it would take at least two years of one-on-one apprenticeship to become a Zen Master Gas-Passer but I'll be happy to share some tips so that you can start to change your life for the better.
1. Time your fart for maximum effect.
2. You own your farts, so release them wisely, you cannot un-fart.
3. Fart loud and proud. It's your God-given right as a living thing and ALL living things release gas.
4. Announce your release creatively, phrases like "Now for a word from our sponsor", or "To quote the bin Laden".
5. George Carlin said that when he was in the Air Force, when someone farted he'd say "Captain who?". A variation of this is always funny, for instance "Oh, you like rap music?"
6. Driving in a car with friends, turn the radio down before you fart so they get the full effect.
7. In a bar or restaurant, stand up and ting your fork on your glass like you're making a toast at a wedding and once the room is silent, let fly. (This is a Zen Master move)
8. Just because you are talking on the phone is now reason not to share with others, in fact if you think you've got a spectacular one brewing you're obligated to call someone. Conference calls will never be boring and you may not have to sit through as many down the road.
9. A woman that freaks out when you fart is not for you, she's obviously a control freak. A woman that fires back is the one you marry. **Note** Pregnant woman farts are pure evil, every "Dutch Oven" she's endured will be repaid in spades, and she's counting them too**
10. Never apologize for farting, even if you made small children cry.
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My bike broke back in December. It was a break in the frame. Today I picked up the replacement bike. It's a new frame and forks, but my existing wheels, cranks, gears, handlebars, seat etc.
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I was reading planet debian the other day, and I came across a post by Daniel Pollock who linked to an article about federated real time communications. This site has an article that was a little watershed moment for me. In summary it says that you shouldn't use Asterisk or FreeSwitch as the centre piece for your federated VOIP solution, but rather you should use sip proxy software like repro or Kamailio. This idea made a lot of sense to me. I've never implemented Asterisk myself yet, but I've read about it, and always thought I should do something along these lines, and this article made me realise some of the reasons I hadn't done so. Because I don't really need a PABX at home.
And even better I went on to find links to an article that gives some notes on how to get started with federated VOIP. I haven't read through all the articles on that site yet, but it looks quite easy to follow. I think it's something I should do for cromp.id.au.
Apparently it's really easy to re-wrap text in Vim (a cool text editor). http://lglinux.blogspot.com.au/2008/01/rewrapping-paragraphs-in-vim.html says you just block select the text you want to re-wrap, and hit 'gq'.
Hopefully this blog post will remind me, the next 1000 times I do this.
Well, this is it. The conclusion of the 'Wheel of Time' series, and 'A Memory of Light'. You can find the rest of my posts on this book at the index.
This post contains very large and severe spoilers. If you haven't read the entire series, and you read this post, you will spoil the whole lot. So don't do that.
But otherwise, if you have read the entire series, then please read on to see my thoughts on the final scenes of this book, and my thoughts on the book as a whole.
Continue reading A Memory of Light, Epilogue.
We're almost there. Just this chapter, and then the epilogue in my next post, and we're done. As per previous warnings in about these posts, there will be spoilers (which should be surprising). I'm going to trust you to make a sensible decision about reading this post.
Other entries are here.
Continue reading AMol Chapter 49.
More and more chapters of this book. I'm trying to wrap up these series of posts today, which is why there are so many of them.
As I've mentioned in other posts, I am discussing the closing chapters of a book that spans 15 volumes. There will be spoilers. If you haven't read the series you will not find this entry very interesting, and you shouldn't read it. If you haven't read all the series you shouldn't read on, as you will be drastically short changing yourself.
Other entries are here.
Continue reading AMol Chapters 47 and 48.
In this we see some more Perrin and Slayer fighting, a bit of Mat doing crazy flying antics (which we kind of expect from Mat these days).
As per normal, don't read for fear of spoilers, or do read if you've already read the book. I've done other posts here.
Continue reading AMoL Chapters 45 and 46.
A couple more chapters of AMoL. There are spoilers, so you shouldn't read if that is a problem for you. Index is here.
Continue reading AMol Chapters 43 and 44.


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They ARE that good. HOWEVER, the Spendors are also very good. Unless you can find a way to listen for yourself, I'd discourage picking something based on a review over something you've actually heard.
Vienna Acoustics Haydn Grand
I recently bought a pair of VA Haydn Grands for my bedroom system (room size- 9'x12'). While deciding what integrated amp to use I took my Plinius 8200 mk 11 from my living room system and hooked it up to the Haydn's. I listen primarily to classical in my bedroom and they sounded good with the Plinius. Keep in mind that there is a considerable difference in driver and enclosure size between the VA's and the Spendor's.
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Jung once said,
"A dream that is not interpreted is like a letter that is not opened."
This could also be the opening line from today's artist on the blog. Mia Nelle Drøschler is a Danish contemporary artist creating paintings and collages referencing to the subconscious mind through landscape motifs.
Surrealist paintings come to mind when looking at her strong coloured work in which Drøschler seeks the idea of resolving the conflicting relationship between dream and reality by creating illogical scenes and strange creatures through painting techniques rooted in intuition and spontaneity that allow the subconscious to express itself.
In 2010 Drøschler traveled to the rain forests of Borneo, just a month after her graduation exhibition at Goldsmiths in London. This trip was a turning point in her art practice, where she, far from civilization and surrounded by the rainforest's overwhelming chaos, for the first time understood the importance of nature as a motif in her works.
Soon after her return to London, she was curated by Joanna Foster to create a major solo exhibition called 'The Forest Within', consisting of ten paintings and collages, all with the rainforest and the internal landscape as a motivation.
Her most recent solo exhibition, 'DreamEscapes' was also a visual examination of the psychological landscape. 'DreamEscapes' was exhibited at the Danish Cultural Institute in Edinburgh earlier this year.


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English_Master June 6, 2016 No CommentsRAKSHA BANDHAN This is a festival of importance for Hindus. A vow to protect the right and justice in the society is taken on this festival day. The festival falls on the full-moon day in the month of Shrawan by Hindu calender and in the month of August according to English calendar. Rains cool the atmosphere. Moon light provides a pleasant and peaceful environment. In the times gone by Brahmins, sages and seers who were meek physically but mentally strong were always in need of protection from the physical danger. Kshatriyas were, the protectors of the whole society. They were always ready to use their sword in protection of the weak and wise. Gurus, well red Brahmins and men of hermitages used to tie a holy thread on the wrists of kings, brave and strong men. This thread, tied by the learned people, is a symbol of blessing and vow to their life and safety. This thread always reminded the kings and the brave to protect those who tied it on their wrists. It functioned as a safety shield, gave them strength and inspired to protect weak and uphold right and justice in the society. At present the Pundits and Purohits tie on the wrists of nobles rich and... read more


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French magazine Paris Match and German tabloid Bild maintain the footage exists and shows-contrary to Robin's claims-passengers were aware of their impending deaths. Read more at the Los Angeles Times.
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besides Dali in the Dali Museum…
There was an alcove near the end of the trek round the museum in which another artists work was hidden. I assume this is a temporary exhibition, but the works there was quite interesting to look at, the use of colour varied with some presenting as far more colourful and textured from others.
Matt Lamb's works made me wonder if I have chosen the right pathway choices at tech, and Dali made me debate taking Jewellery back on as well. But I think if their art can make me think and reflect more closely on my on artistic pathway then this can only be a good thing and lead to greater advances on my part.
Royal Ulster Arts Academy 2013
While at the Ulster Museum I would have been remiss to not go to the RUAA exhibition.
I'd heard a lot about it this year as one of the artworks had caused a bit of a furore locally in the media. Initially I was under the impression it was removed due to the fact it depicted 2 women kissing, however when I viewed the image HERE, I could understand why some people might argue that Paul Walls, The Kiss is not suitable for children to view as it is quite adult.
A statement I found HERE by Colin Davidson, President of the Royal Ulster Academy explains its removal.
"The Royal Ulster Academy's schools programme attracts large numbers of school children from across Northern Ireland.
"In this context, the painting 'The Kiss', by Paul Walls, was regarded as inappropriate for child audiences (by the Museum, the Academy, and Child Protection lawyers, as well as most who have seen it). Paul Walls appreciates how inappropriate it is for child audiences. It would not matter if the imagery was of two women, two men, or a man and a woman. Mindful of artistic freedom of expression, the RUA and the Ulster Museum considered that the painting could remain in the exhibition subject to the placement of appropriate notices that the gallery contained artwork which could be regarded as being of an adult nature.
"As an Academy, we are concerned that this could deter schools and families with young children visiting the exhibition. As a result Paul Walls decided to withdraw the painting from the exhibition. Censorship had nothing to do with it."
I was upset that it wasnt included regardless, as I would have liked to view it in its proper form myself and not via an image online.
William Scott
I went to the William Scott exhibition in the Ulster museum the other day. I took a few sneaky pictures (ok so I took 3…)
it was good, as photography isnt allowed, I decided to do a few brief sketches. Nothing fancy more like vague outlines, but during this I was approached and asked if it was ok to film me for their youtube video. I've not seen it yet, but they have a video up about the exhibtion opening
My drawings were very basic and my version of the Hare and the Candle I feel is a bit 'overdone' as to be filmed I had to go back over my sketch which at that point had been finished and the dark edge and legs of the table were added. I was quite pleased regardless with my work.
I noticed that as time progressed he moved from portraiture to more abstract and still life works, with more colour eventually being added to this art, although I feel blue features dominantly in a lot of the work featured at the exhibition as he moved from more bland colours used in his abstract work to a mix of dark colours with blue and one work literally ablaze with red and oranges.
Related articles
- William Scott Exhibition Opens at Ulster Museum (belfastdaily.co.uk)
My cats decided to help with my art…
The other day while working with inks on paper, just creating experimental splashes and the likes, the cats decided to help and so became stamps of sorts.
Here is Ben modelling his impression of Picasso.
So as a poor student I am of course helpful for all help I can get and my pets were certainly helpful and I think paw prints will be used again. Also I have discovered a washing line is a very good way of drying my work if I don't mind it running a bit.
Point and Line to Plane – Wassily Kandinsky
My local library was finally able to get a hold of this book for me for a small charge of 50p
When i requested it they weren't sure if it was possible to get a hold of it as it was listed as 'last seen in 2007' or something of that nature. In other words, it was somewhere, they just didn't know where and in the end it was ordered up from a library in belfast.
It has so far been a good read, it makes a lot of sense and I suppose the layout and structure partly aids this, however it isnt really the sort of reading I would tend to get lost in.
Vincent Van Gogh
There is currently an exhibition on in the Eykyn Maclean Gallery in central London, until 29 November 2013 (which if I had the money I'd go to) This exhibition shows the transition of Van Gogh's works from his more dark, Dutch works to his expressive brush strokes such as those showcased in Starry Night and the use of much brighter colours. The exhibition claims this was a result of his brief period in Paris between 1886 and 1888. The video I've linked covers not only Van Gogh's work, but those who influenced him and is an interesting delving into this period of art.
it also has an interesting look into pointillism and its influence on him, although he had his own take on it, such as dots and strokes in one colour which while not pure pointillism shows an influence of this movement.
Japanese Prints had a huge influence on artists of this period and Van Gogh was not immune. his future works showing the influence of this period, with impressionist style skies and a nod to pointillism with his dash and strokes of his brush but also his full embrace of more colour in his work.


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Dear Readers, here is a great little treasure for you to pick up and read. DWELLING (subdue book 1) by Thomas S. Flowers. Thomas was kind enough to give me an ARC of this book. Great fun, spooky read. It follows childhood friends into adulthood, through joining the service, marriage, death, and booze. Among a few other things.
The book starts out from the viewpoint of one friend, Jonathan, while fighting over in Afghanistan. He's with childhood friend Ricky. Jonathan sees something in the sand. Something that can't be real. Something that can't be of this world. Or does he? A fire-fight breaks out. All hell breaks loose, not everyone makes it.
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Ozzie Canseco, the younger brother of Jose Canseco, has been called up from the Athletics' Class AA team to play alongside his brother in the Oakland outfield. The Huntsville Stars' manager, Jeff Newman, told the younger Canseco Tuesday night that Manager Tony La Russa of the Athletics wanted him to join the American League West Division leaders. He got word of the promotion after his 19th home run of the season for the Southern League team.
Canseco had 34 homers in his career with the Stars, 9 more than Jose hit in 1985.
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In his only plate appearance last night, he struck out looking against the Minnesota Twins.
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Jog-A-Thon has been a fundraiser for SW grades K-5 for over 20 years. This is SWEPTA's largest fundraiser for the year. What is raised here directly affects SWEPTA programs for the remainder of the year. All fundraising goes into SWEPTA's general funds which provides SWES with its Art Docent program, grants for field trip buses, family fun nights, and educational events like Science Day. Depending on the students grade the event will be 3/1 or 3/2 during their lunch recess.
How does the Jog-A-Thon work?
With the help of a parent, students ask friends, family & neighbors to make a pledge. They can pledge a flat donation or a donation per lap. The form is brought to school the day of the Jog-A-Thon and turned in to their teacher. During the event students run/walk/jog as many 1/8 mile laps as they can. Each lap they get a rubber band and we count them all at the end.
After they return to class volunteers will fill out the remainder of their sheet, attach their card & an envelope to their pledge sheet, and send it back home on 3/7. Then, with the help of parents, students collect all remaining pledges/donations & return them to their teacher in a sealed envelope WITH their pledge form by 3/15 to qualify for raffle entries.
The grade, as a whole, that raises the most money will win pizza parties for all of their classes. For example if 3rd Grade won, all three 3rd grade classes would get a pizza party.
A few safety rules to remember:
1.) A responsible adult should always hold on to pledge money making sure to keep it in a safe place.
2.) An adult should ALWAYS be with students when collecting pledges.
3.) We do not recommend going door to door to strangers houses.
More information including volunteering & raffle prize details can be found on the back. If each student were to bring in $20 total in pledges, we would pass our $10,000 goal! If you can't raise that much that is okay! Just remember every dollar counts.
THANK YOU FOR PARTICIPATING IN SWEPTA's JOG-A-THON FUNDRAISER!!
Kymy Johnson Cailyn Murray
SWEPTA President SWEPTA Volunteer Coordinator
Along side the grade competitions, all students will receive a small treat after the event but they can also earn raffle entries for bigger prizes!
Every $5 worth of pledge money turned in = 1 raffle entry
$40 worth of pledges = 8 raffle entries
The more pledges/money students raise the more entries they will receive & the higher chance they have of winning a prize. Prizes have either been purchased by SWEPTA or donated by local companies. We will be giving away things as big as generic mp3 players, gift certificates for free local activities, games, water bottles, jump ropes and more!
The best part is whether students bring in $5 or $100 they all have a chance to win. If you or your company would like to donate some more prizes OR offer a pledge match please contact us via our Facebook page.
Jog-A-Thon is March 1st & 2nd!
Jog-A-Thon is SWEPTA's biggest fundraiser of the year, besides raising money, Jog-A-Thon day is directly linked to PE goals, encourages fun in movement, and school spirit! Complete this form & return it to your child's teacher ASAP to volunteer.
At least two (2) adult volunteers are needed per classroom to support teachers and the SWEPTA crew, from 10am-2pm. Volunteers will interact directly with kids and teachers, help students have a safe, fun time on the track, and assist in the final lap count. We may not need all volunteers the whole time, during the lunch recess event is the most important.
March 1st : Grades Kindergarten, 2nd , 4th – During their lunch recess
March 2nd: Grades 1st, 3rd & 5th – During their lunch recess
If you would like to volunteer please contact your students teacher or contact us via our Facebook page.
CLASS COLORS – Please encourage students to wear their class color that day.
Haugen – Red
LeWarne – Yellow
Spear – Blue
Anthony – Green
Davies-Vogel – Red
Matthews – Yellow
Zisette – Blue
Hofius – Red
Mack – Yellow
Twomey – Blue
Cain – Red
Ploof – Yellow
Sage – Blue
Stanley – Red
Kizer – Yellow
Raley – Blue
Callahan – Blue
Lavassar – Yellow
Muncey – Green