text:
The pipe of mystery
from Among Malay Pirates: a tale of adventure and peril
New York, Hurst and Company (year?)
(Book originally published, 1897)
by G.A. Henty
A JOVIAL party were gathered round a blazing fire in an old grange near Warwick. The hour was getting late; the very little ones had, after dancing round the Christmas tree, enjoying the snap-dragon, and playing a variety of games, gone off to bed; and the elder boys and girls now gathered round their uncle, Colonel Harley, and asked him for a story--above all, a ghost story.
"But I have never seen any ghosts," the colonel said, laughing; "and, moreover, I don't believe in them one bit. I have traveled pretty well all over the world, I have slept in houses said to be haunted, but nothing have I seen--no noises that could not be accounted for by rats or the wind have I ever heard. I have never"--and here he paused--"never but once met with any circumstances or occurrence that could not be accounted for by the light of reason, and I know you prefer hearing stories of my own adventures to mere invention."
"Yes, uncle. But what was the 'once' when circumstances happened that you could not explain?"
"It's rather a long story," the colonel said, "and it's getting late."
"Oh! no, no, uncle; it does not matter a bit how late we sit up on Christmas Eve, and the longer the story is, the better; and if you don't believe in ghosts how can it be a story of something you could not account for by the light of nature?"
"You will see when I have done," the colonel said. "It is rather a story of what the Scotch call second sight, than one of ghosts. As to accounting for it, you shall form your own opinion when you have heard me to the end.
"I landed in India in '50, and after going through the regular drill work, marched with detachment up country to join my regiment, which was stationed at Jubbalpore, in the very heart of India. It has become an important place since; the railroad across India passes through it and no end of changes have taken place; but at that time it was one of the most out-of-the-way stations in India, and, I may say, one of the most pleasant. It lay high, there was capital boating on the Nerbudda, and, above all, it was a grand place for sport, for it lay at the foot of the hill country, an immense district, then but little known, covered with forests and jungle, and abounding with big game of all kinds.
"My great friend there was a man named Simmonds. He was just of my own standing; we had come out in the same ship, had marched up the country together, and were almost like brothers. He was an old Etonian, I an old Westminster, and we were both fond of boating, and, indeed, of sport of all kinds. But I am not going to tell you of that now. The people in these hills are called Gonds, a true hill tribe--that is to say, aborigines, somewhat of the negro type. The chiefs are of mixed blood, but the people are almost black. They are supposed to accept the religion of the Hindus, but are in reality deplorably ignorant and superstitious. Their priests are a sort of compound of a Brahmin priest and a negro fetish man, and among their principal duties is that of charming away tigers from the villages by means of incantations. There, as in other parts of India, were a few wandering fakirs, who enjoyed an immense reputation for holiness and wisdom. The people would go to them from great distances for charms or predictions, and believed in their power with implicit faith.
"At the time when we were at Jubbalpore, there was one of these fellows, whose reputation altogether eclipsed that of his rivals, and nothing could be done until his permission had been asked and his blessing obtained. All sorts of marvelous stories were constantly coming to our ears of the unerring foresight with which he predicted the termination of diseases, both in men and animals; and so generally was he believed in that the colonel ordered that no one connected with the regiment should consult him, for these predictions very frequently brought about their own fulfilment; for those who were told that an illness would terminate fatally, lost all hope, and literally lay down to die.
"However, many of the stories that we heard could not be explained on these grounds, and the fakir and his doings were often talked over at mess, some of the officers scoffing at the whose business, others maintaining that some of these fakirs had, in some way or another, the power of foretelling the future, citing many well authenticated anecdotes upon the subject.
"The older officers were the believers, we young fellows were the scoffers. But for the well-known fact that it is very seldom indeed that these fakirs will utter any of their predictions to Europeans, some of us would have gone to him, to test his powers. As it was, none of us had ever seen him.
"He lived in an old ruined temple, in the middle of a large patch of jungle at the foot of the hills, some ten or twelve miles away.
"I had been at Jubbalpore about a year, when I was woke up one night by a native, who came in to say that at about eight o'clock a tiger had killed a man in his village, and had dragged off the body.
"Simmonds and I were constantly out after tigers, and the people in all the villages within twenty miles knew that we were always ready to pay for early information. This tiger had been doing great damage, and had carried off about thirty men, women, and children. So great was the fear of him, indeed, that the people in the neighborhood he frequented scarcely dared stir out of doors, except in parties of five or six. We had had several hunts after him, but, like all maneaters, he was old and awfully crafty; and although we got several snap shots at him, he had always managed to save his skin.
"In a quarter of an hour after the receipt of the message, Charley Simmonds and I were on the back of an elephant, which was our joint property; our shekarry, a capital fellow, was on foot beside us, and with the native trotting on ahead as guide we went off at the best pace of old Begaum, for that was the elephant's name. The village was fifteen miles away, but we got there soon after daybreak, and were received with delight by the population. In half an hour the hunt was organized; all the male population turned out as beaters, with sticks, guns, tom-toms, and other instruments for making a noise.
"The trail was not difficult to find. A broad path, with occasional smears of blood, showed where he had dragged his victim through the long grass to a cluster of trees a couple of hundred yards from the village.
"We scarcely expected to find him there, but the villagers held back, while we went forward with cocked rifles. We found, however, nothing but a few bones and a quantity of blood. The tiger had made off at the approach of daylight into the jungle, which was about two miles distant. We traced him easily enough, and found that he had entered a large ravine, from which several smaller ones branched off.
"It was an awkward place, as it was next to impossible to surround it with the number of people at our command. We posted them at last all along the upper ground, and told them to make up in noise what they wanted in numbers. At last all was ready, and we gave the signal. However, I am not telling you a hunting story, and need only say that we could neither find nor disturb him. In vain we pushed Begaum through the thickest of the jungle which clothed the sides and bottom of the ravine, while the men shouted, beat their tom-toms, and showered imprecations against the tiger himself and his ancestors up to the remotest generations.
"The day was tremendously hot, and, after three hours' march, we gave it up for a time, and lay down in the shade, while the shekarries made a long examination of the ground all round the hillside, to be sure that he had not left the ravine. They came back with the news that no traces could be discovered, and that, beyond a doubt, he was still there. A tiger will crouch up in an exceedingly small clump of grass or bush, and will sometimes almost allow himself to be trodden on before moving. However, we determined to have one more search, and if that should prove unsuccessful, to send off to Jubbalpore for some more of the men to come out with elephants, while we kept up a circle of fires, and of noises of all descriptions, so as to keep him a prisoner until the arrival of the re-enforcements. Our next search was no more successful than our first had been; and having, as we imagined, examined every clump and crevice in which he could have been concealed, we had just reached the upper end of the ravine, when we heard a tremendous roar, followed by a perfect babel of yells and screams from the natives.
"The outburst came from the mouth of the ravine, and we felt at once that he had escaped. We hurried back to find, as we had expected, that the tiger was gone. He had burst out suddenly from his hiding-place, had seized a native, torn him horribly and had made across the open plain.
"This was terribly provoking, but we had nothing to do but follow him. This was easy enough, and we traced him to a detached patch of wood and jungle, two miles distant. This wood was four or five hundred yards across, and the exclamations of the people at once told us that it was the one in which stood the ruined temple of the fakir of whom I have been telling you. I forgot to say, that as the tiger broke out one of the village shekarries had fired at, and, he declared, wounded him.
"It was already getting late in the afternoon, and it was hopeless to attempt to beat the jungle that night. We therefore sent off a runner with a note to the colonel, asking him to send the work-elephants, and to allow a party of volunteers to march over at night, to help surround the jungle when we commenced beating it in the morning.
"We based our request upon the fact that the tiger was a notorious man-eater, and had been doing immense damage. We then had a talk with our shekarry, sent a man off to bring provisions for the people out with us, and then set them to work cutting sticks and grass to make a circle of fires.
"We both felt much uneasiness respecting the fakir, who might be seized at any moment by the enraged tiger. The natives would not allow that there was any cause for fear, as the tiger would not dare to touch so holy a man. Our belief in the respect of the tiger for sanctity was by no means strong, and we determined to go in and warn him of the presence of the brute in the wood. It was a mission which we could not intrust to any one else, for no native would have entered the jungle for untold gold; so we mounted the Begaum again, and started. The path leading towards the temple was pretty wide, and as we went along almost noiselessly, for the elephant was too well trained to tread upon fallen sticks, it was just possible we might come upon the tiger suddenly, so we kept our rifles in readiness in our hands.
"Presently we came in sight of the ruins. No one was at first visible; but at that very moment the fakir came out from the temple. He did not see or hear us, for we were rather behind him and still among the trees, but at once proceeded in a high voice to break into a sing-song prayer. He had not said two words before his voice was drowned in a terrific roar, and in an instant the tiger had sprung upon him, struck him to the ground, seized him as a cat would a mouse, and started off with him at a trot. The brute evidently had not detected our presence, for he came right towards us. We halted the Begaum, and with our fingers on the triggers, awaited the favorable moment. He was a hundred yards from us when he struck down his victim; he was not more than fifty when he caught sight of us. He stopped for an instant in surprise. Charley muttered, 'Both barrels, Harley,' and as the beast turned to plunge into the jungle, and so showed us his side, we sent four bullets crashing into him, and he rolled over lifeless.
"We went up to the spot, made the Begaum give him a kick, to be sure that he was dead, and then got down to examine the unfortunate fakir. The tiger had seized him by the shoulder, which was terribly torn, and the bone broken. He was still perfectly conscious.
"We at once fired three shots, our usual signal that the tiger was dead, and in a few minutes were surrounded by the villagers, who hardly knew whether to be delighted at the death of their enemy, or to grieve over the injury to the fakir. We proposed taking the latter to our hospital at Jubbalpore, but this he positively refused to listen to. However, we finally persuaded him to allow his arm to be set and the wounds dressed in the first place by our regimental surgeon, after which he could go to one of the native villages and have his arm dressed in accordance with his own notions. A litter was soon improvised, and away we went to Jubbalpore, which we reached about eight in the evening.
"The fakir refused to enter the hospital, so we brought out a couple of trestles, laid the litter upon them, and the surgeon set his arm and dressed his wounds by torch-light, when he was lifted into a dhoolie, and his bearers again prepared to start for the village.
"Hitherto he had only spoken a few words; but he now briefly expressed his deep gratitude to Simmonds and myself. We told him that we would ride over to see him shortly, and hoped to find him getting on rapidly. Another minute and he was gone.
"It happened that we had three or four fellows away on leave or on staff duty, and several others knocked up with fever just about this time, so that the duty fell very heavily upon the rest of us, and it was over a month before we had time to ride over to see the fakir.
"We had heard he was going on well; but we were surprised upon reaching the village, to find that he had already returned to his old abode in the jungle. However, we had made up our minds to see him, especially as we had agreed that we would endeavor to persuade him to do a prediction for us; so we turned our horses' heads towards the jungle. We found the fakir sitting on a rock in front of the temple, just where he had been seized by the tiger. He rose as we rode up.
"'I knew that you would come to-day, sahibs, and was joyful in the thought of seeing those who have preserved my life.'
"'We are glad to see you looking pretty strong again, though your arm is still in a sling,' I said, for Simmonds was not strong in Hindustani.
"'How did you know that we were coming?' I asked, when we had tied up our horses.
"'Siva has given to his servant to know many things,' he said quietly.
"'Did you know beforehand that the tiger was going to seize you?' I asked.
"'I knew that a great danger threatened, and that Siva would not let me die before my time had come.'
"'Could you see into our future?' I asked.
"The fakir hesitated, looked at me for a moment earnestly to see if I was speaking in mockery, and then said:
"'The sahibs do not believe in the power of Siva or of his servants. They call his messengers impostors, and scoff at them when they speak of the events of the future.'
"'No, indeed,' I said. 'My friend and I have no idea of scoffing. We have heard of so many of your predictions coming true, that we are really anxious that you should tell us something of the future.'
"The fakir nodded his head, went into the temple, and returned in a minute or two with two small pipes used by the natives for opium-smoking, and a brazier of burning charcoal. The pipes were already charged. He made signs to us to sit down, and took his place in front of us. Then he began singing in a low voice, rocking himself to and fro, and waving a staff which he held in his hand. Gradually his voice rose, and his gesticulations and actions became more violent. So far as I could make out, it was a prayer to Siva that he would give some glimpse of the future which might benefit the sahibs who had saved the life of his servant. Presently he darted forward, gave us each a pipe, took two pieces of red-hot charcoal from the brazier in his fingers, without seeming to know that they were warm, and placed them in the pipes; then he recommenced his singing and gesticulations.
"A glance at Charley, to see if, like myself, he was ready to carry the thing through, and then I put the pipe to my lips. I felt at once that it was opium, of which I had before made experiment, but mixed with some other substance, which was, I imagine, haschish, a preparation of hemp. A few puffs, and I felt a drowsiness creeping over me. I saw, as through a mist, the fakir swaying himself backwards and forwards, his arms waving, and his face distorted. Another minute, and the pipe slipped from my fingers, and I fell back insensible.
"How long I lay there I do not know. I woke with a strange and not unpleasant sensation, and presently became conscious that the fakir was gently pressing, with a sort of shampooing action, my temples and head. When he saw that I opened my eyes he left me, and performed the same process upon Charley. In a few minutes he rose from his stooping position, waved his hand in token of adieu and walked slowly back into the temple.
"As he disappeared I sat up; Charley did the same.
"We stared at each other for a minute without speaking, and then Charley said:
"'This is a rum go, and no mistake, old man.'
"'You're right, Charley. My opinion is, we've made fools of ourselves. Let's be off out of this.'
"We staggered to our feet, for we both felt like drunken men, made our way to our horses, poured a mussuk of water over our heads, took a drink of brandy from our flasks, and then feeling more like ourselves, mounted and rode out of the jungle.
"'Well, Harley, if the glimpse of futurity which I had is true, all I can say is that it was extremely unpleasant.'
"'That was just my case, Charley.'
"'My dream, or whatever you like to call it was about a mutiny of the men.#'
"'You don't say so, Charley; so was mine. This is monstrously strange, to say the least of it. However, you tell your story first, and then I will tell mine.' "'It was very short,' Charley said. 'We were at mess--not in our present mess-room--we were dining with the fellows of some other regiment. Suddenly, without any warning, the windows were filled with a crowd of Sepoys, who opened fire right and left into us. Half the fellows were shot down at once; the rest of us made a rush to our swords just as the niggers came swarming into the room. There was a desperate fight for a moment. I remember that Subadar Piràn--one of the best native officers in the regiment, by the way--made a rush at me, and I shot him through the head with a revolver. At the same moment a ball hit me, and down I went. At the moment a Sepoy fell dead across me, hiding me partly from sight. The fight lasted a minute or two longer.
I fancy a few fellows escaped, for I heard shots outside. Then the place became quiet. In another minute I heard a crackling, and saw that the devils had set the mess-room on fire. One of our men, who was lying close by me, got up and crawled to the window, but he was shot down the moment he showed himself. I was hesitating whether to do the same or to lie still and be smothered, when suddenly I rolled the dead Sepoy off, crawled into the anteroom half-suffocated by smoke, raised the lid of a very heavy trap-door, and stumbled down some steps into a place, half store-house half cellar, under the mess-room. How I knew about it being there I don't know. The trap closed over my head with a bang. That is all I remember.'
"'Well, Charley, curiously enough my dream was also about an extraordinary escape from danger, lasting, like yours, only a minute or two. The first thing I remember--there seems to have been something before, but what, I don't know--I was on horseback, holding a very pretty but awfully pale girl in front of me. We were pursued by a whole troop of Sepoy cavalry, who were firing pistol-shots at us. We were not more than seventy or eighty yards in front, and they were gaining fast, just as I rode into a large deserted temple. In the center was a huge stone figure. I jumped off my horse with the lady, and as I did so she said, 'Blow out my brains, Edward; don't let me fall alive into their hands.'
"'Instead of answering, I hurried her round behind the idol, pushed against one of the leaves of a flower in the carving, and the stone swung back, and showed a hole just large enough to get through, with a stone staircase inside the body of the idol, made no doubt for the priest to go up and give responses through the mouth. I hurried the girl through, crept in after her, and closed the stone, just as our pursuers came clattering into the courtyard. That is all I remember.'
"'Well, it is monstrously rum,' Charley said, after a pause. 'Did you understand what the old fellow was singing about before he gave us the pipes?"
"'Yes; I caught the general drift. It was an entreaty to Siva to give us some glimpse of futurity which might benefit us.'
"We lit our cheroots and rode for some miles at a brisk canter without remark. When we were within a short distance of home we reined up.
"'I feel ever so much better,' Charley said. 'We have got that opium out of our heads now. How do you account for it all, Harley?'
"'I account for it in this way, Charley. The opium naturally had the effect of making us both dream, and as we took similar doses of the same mixture, under similar circumstances, it is scarcely extraordinary that it should have affected the same portion of the brain, and caused a certain similarity in our dreams. In all nightmares something terrible happens, or is on the point of happening; and so it was here. Not unnaturally in both our cases, our thoughts turned to soldiers. If you remember there was a talk at mess some little time since, as to what would happen in the extremely unlikely event of the Sepoys mutinying in a body. I have no doubt that was the foundation of both our dreams. It is all natural enough when we come to think it over calmly. I think, by the way, we had better agree to say nothing at all about it in the regiment.'
"'I should think not,' Charley said. 'We should never hear the end of it; they would chaff us out of our lives.'
"We kept our secret, and came at last to laugh over it heartily when we were together. Then the subject dropped, and by the end of a year had as much escaped our minds as any other dream would have done. Three months after the affair the regiment was ordered down to Allahabad, and the change of place no doubt helped to erase all memory of the dream. Four years after we had left Jubbalpore we went to Beerapore. The time is very marked in my memory, because, the very week we arrived there, your aunt, then Miss Gardiner, came out from England, to her father, our colonel. The instant I saw her I was impressed with the idea that I knew her intimately. I recollected her face, her figure, and the very tone of her voice, but wherever I had met her I could not conceive. Upon the occasion of my first introduction to her, I could not help telling her that I was convinced that we had met, and asking her if she did not remember it. No, she did not remember, but very likely she might have done so, and she suggested the names of several people at whose houses we might have met. I did not know any of them. Presently she asked how long I had been out in India?
"'Six years,' I said.
"'And how old, Mr. Harley' she said, 'do you take me to be?'
"I saw in an instant my stupidity, and was stammering out an apology, when she went on--
"'I am very little over eighteen, Mr. Harley, although I evidently look ever so many years older; but papa can certify to my age; so I was only twelve when you left England.'
"I tried in vain to clear matters up. Your aunt would insist that I took her to be forty, and the fun that my blunder made rather drew us together, and gave me a start over the other fellows at the station, half of whom fell straightway in love with her. Some months went on, and when the mutiny broke out we were engaged to be married. It is a proof of how completely the opium-dreams had passed out of the minds of both Simmonds and myself, that even when rumors of general disaffection among the Sepoys began to be current, they never once recurred to us; and even when the news of the actual mutiny reached us, we were just as confident as were the others of the fidelity of our own regiment. It was the old story, foolish confidence and black treachery. As at very many other stations, the mutiny broke out when we were at mess. Our regiment was dining with the 34th Bengalees. Suddenly, just as dinner was over, the window was opened, and a tremendous fire poured in. Four or five men fell dead at once, and the poor colonel, who was next to me, was shot right through the head. Every one rushed to his sword and drew his pistol--for we had been ordered to carry pistols as part of our uniform. I was next to Charley Simmonds as the Sepoys of both regiments, headed by Subadar Pir#àn poured in at the windows.
"'I have it now,' Charley said; 'it is the scene I dreamed.'
"As he spoke he fired his revolver at the subadar, who fell dead in his tracks.
"A Sepoy close by leveled his musket and fired. Charley fell, and the fellow rushed forward to bayonet him. As he did so I sent a bullet through his head, and he fell across Charley. It was a wild fight for a minute or two, and then a few of us made a sudden rush together, cut our way through the mutineers, and darted through an open window on to the parade. There were shouts, shots, and screams from the officers' bungalows, and in several places flames were already rising. What became of the other men I knew not; I made as hard as I could tear for the colonel's bungalow. Suddenly I came upon a sowar sitting on his horse watching the rising flames. Before he saw me I was on him, and ran him through. I leapt on his horse and galloped down to Gardiner's compound. I saw lots of Sepoys in and around the bungalow, all engaged in looting. I dashed into the compound.
"'May! May!' I shouted. #'Where are you?'
"I had scarcely spoken before a dark figure rushed out of a clump of bushes close by with a scream of delight.
"In an instant she was on the horse before me, and shooting down a couple of fellows who made a rush at my reins, I dashed out again. Stray shots were fired after us. But fortunately the Sepoys were all busy looting, most of them had laid down their muskets, and no one really took up the pursuit. I turned off from the parade-ground, dashed down between the hedges of two compounds, and in another minute we were in the open country.
"Fortunately, the cavalry were all down looting their own lines, or we must have been overtaken at once. May happily had fainted as I lifted her on to my horse--happily, because the fearful screams that we heard from the various bungalows almost drove me mad, and would probably have killed her, for the poor ladies were all her intimate friends.
"I rode on for some hours, till I felt quite safe from any immediate pursuit, and then we halted in the shelter of a clump of trees.
"By this time I had heard May's story. She had felt uneasy at being alone, but had laughed at herself for being so, until upon her speaking to one of the servants he had answered in a tone of gross insolence, which had astonished her. She at once guessed that there was danger, and the moment that she was alone caught up a large, dark carriage rug, wrapped it round her so as to conceal her white dress, and stole out into the veranda. The night was dark, and scarcely had she left the house than she heard a burst of firing across at the mess-house. She at once ran in among the bushes and crouched there, as she heard the rush of men into the room she had just left. She heard them searching for her, but they were looking for a white dress, and her dark rug saved her. What she must have suffered in the five minutes between the firing of the first shots and my arrival, she only knows. May had spoken but very little since we started. I believe that she was certain that her father was dead, although I had given an evasive answer when she asked me; and her terrible sense of loss, added to the horror of that time of suspense in the garden, had completely stunned her. We waited in the tope until the afternoon, and then set out again.
"We had gone but a short distance when we saw a body of the rebel cavalry in pursuit. They had no doubt been scouring the country generally, and the discovery was accidental. For a short time we kept away from them, but this could not be for long, as our horse was carrying double. I made for a sort of ruin I saw at the foot of a hill, half a mile away. I did so with no idea of the possibility of concealment. My intention was simply to get my back to a rock and to sell my life as dearly as I could, keeping the last two barrels of the revolver for ourselves. Certainly no remembrance of my dream influenced me in any way, and in the wild whirl of excitement I had not given a second thought to Charley Simmonds' exclamation. As we rode up to the ruins only a hundred yards ahead of us, May said:
"'Blow out my brains, Edward; don't let me fall alive into their hands.'
"A shock of remembrance shot across me. The chase, her pale face, the words, the temple--all my dream rushed into my mind.
"'We are saved,' I cried, to her amazement, as we rode into the courtyard, in whose center a great figure was sitting.
"I leapt from the horse, snatched the mussuk of water from the saddle, and then hurried May round the idol, between which and the rock behind, there was but just room to get along.
"Not a doubt entered my mind but that I should find the spring as I had dreamed. Sure enough there was the carving, fresh upon my memory as if I had seen it but the day before. I placed my hand on the leaflet without hesitation, a solid stone moved back, I hurried my amazed companion in, and shut to the stone. I found, and shot to, a massive bolt, evidently placed to prevent the door being opened by accident or design when any one was in the idol.
"At first it seemed quite dark, but a faint light streamed in from above; we made our way up the stairs, and found that the light came through a number of small holes pierced in the upper part of the head, and through still smaller holes lower down, not much larger than a good-sized knitting-needle could pass through. These holes, we afterwards found, were in the ornaments round the idol's neck. The holes enlarged inside, and enabled us to have a view all round.
"The mutineers were furious at our disappearance, and for hours searched about. Then, saying that we must be hidden somewhere, and that they would wait till we came out, they proceeded to bivouac in the courtyard of the temple.
"We passed four terrible days, but on the morning of the fifth a scout came in to tell the rebels that a column of British troops marching on Delhi would pass close by the temple. They therefore hastily mounted and galloped off.
"Three-quarters of an hour later we were safe among our own people. A fortnight afterwards your aunt and I were married. It was no time for ceremony then; there were no means of sending her away; no place where she could have waited until the time for her mourning for her father was over. So we were married quietly by one of the chaplains of the troops, and, as your storybooks say, have lived very happily ever after."
"And how about Mr. Simmonds, uncle? Did he get safe off too?"
"Yes, his dream came as vividly to his mind as mine had done. He crawled to the place where he knew the trap-door would be, and got into the cellar. Fortunately for him there were plenty of eatables there, and he lived there in concealment for a fortnight. After that he crawled out, and found the mutineers had marched for Delhi. He went through a lot, but at last joined us before that city. We often talked over our dreams together, and there was no question that we owe our lives to them. Even then we did not talk much to other people about them, for there would have been a lot of talk, and inquiry, and questions, and you know fellows hate that sort of thing. So we held our tongues. Poor Charley's silence was sealed a year later at Lucknow, for on the advance with Lord Clyde he was killed.
"And now, boys and girls, you must run off to bed. Five minutes more and it will be Christmas-day. So you see, Frank, that although I don't believe in ghosts, I have yet met with a circumstance which I cannot account for."
"It is very curious anyhow, uncle, and beats ghost stories into fits."
"I like it better, certainly," one of the girls said, "for we can go to bed without being afraid of dreaming about it."
"Well, you must not talk any more now. Off to bed, off to bed," Colonel Harley said, "or I shall get into terrible disgrace with your fathers and mothers, who have been looking very gravely at me for the last three-quarters of an hour."


In very good condition, a 100 Days War (Battle of Waterloo) 1796P British light cavalry trooper's sabre.
Records indicate that Woolley & Sargant (1814/5-1816) formerly Woolley, Deakin & Dutton) produced their sabres especially for the looming 100 Days War in March and April 1815, after the Congress of Vienna declared Napoleon an outlaw after his escape from his first exile to the Elba, and the Allies mobilized their armies accordingly. Bearing a crown Board of Ordnance inspection mark, there would have been no need for Woolley & Sargant to produce these sabres / for the Board of Ordnance to procure / accept these sabres after Waterloo of course, as there were a glut of weapons after the historic event, as army personal were increasingly decommissioned during the Allied Army of Occupation and then onto peace time. It is therefore 99% certain that this iconic sabre was at the Battle of Waterloo, and period nicks to the forward cutting edge pretty much confirms this.
The 32 3/4 inch blade is in very good condition, save for the period tell-tale nicks to the forward cutting edge; it is easy to tell the difference between period and later falsely applied nicks by the wear and patina which is commensurate with the rest of the blade with period battle damage nicks. So this sabre almost certainly was there on that famous day and saw plenty of action. The blade is stamped with the correct crown over 4 acceptance mark for Woolley and Sargant, with their name on the spine ("Sargant" being well worn), and is form in the hilt. The guard and hilt are well patinated but with only light pitting here and there. The leather grip is intact and in good order, a great bonus to be able to hold the exact grip one of Britain's finest held 200 years ago. The steel scabbard marked solely "Woolley" with its typical throat stengthing is in good condition overall; a slight ding here and there and some pitting, but not too much. The sabre sheathes and draws well, a tiny amount of movement when sheathed, but not much.
A great sabre and a superb piece of history. Further / large images available upon request. Please quote item reference number E41 (790).


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This beautiful monogram initial pendant comes attached to a Sterling Silver (0.925) Beads Chain.
very pretty, although a little small.
Beautifully made. Beautiful details, and the prices are great!


GEA supplies a wide range of bulk storage solutions for both raw materials and finished goods, including internal/ external stainless steel bulk silos, hoppers and IBC containers.
Raw material storage is an essential part of most production processes. GEA benefits from extensive experience in the design, supply and installation of large and complex storage systems for all types of powdered products. Our strength is in our application of the latest hygiene standards to ensure that our customers' products are well protected during intermediate storage.
In many dairy and food ingredient powder plants, the powder is often stored in silos for prolonged periods of time. It is therefore important to ensure that the properties of the powders are not affected during this time. Our range of silos for both outdoor and indoor application have been designed to ensure that these sensitive powders are not affected by external environmental effects.
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Is it Inuyasha's Blood (demon and human)?
I'm at a loss! Bad guess on my part.
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\"A lie is more comfortable than doubt, more useful than love, more lasting than truth.\"
I am glad you all liked the banner!
Here you go Sakura Dragon! I think you are in the lead right now. Unlock 3 more characters and you will be able to upgrade to a Damiyo Riddler (woah).
I thought it was a great guess Sapphira! Who would have thought of Inuyasha's blood!
Hmmmm is it Onigumo by any chance?
Thank you for the great banner, as always.
The answer is not Onigumo.
Awww man~ and no problem!
Is the anwser Sesshomaru and Inuyasha?
this could be talking about there blood as brothers and their constant fighting about everything and nothing.
You're on the right track but it's not Inuyasha and Sesshoumaru. Both have already been unlocked.
Is it Tetsaiga and Tensaiga? Not sure about the spelling of both swords lol!
No, it's not Tessaiga and Tenseiga.
Could you maybe give a little hint or clue on this one. Please?
Could it be Sesshomaru's Inner beast?
No. It's not. Also, please read the first page of this game, where there's a list of rules and of the characters/objects already unlocked.
As for the hint that Moonlight Silk wanted, I really meant it literally when I said that Kat was on the right track earlier.
Ginka and Kinka are my guess.
And you are correct, Walter.
Hopefully, that will work for you!
Of the four, I'm the most fierce.
Is it Jura (the male demon)?
Is it Shuran, the male of the Panther Tribe?
Is it Sesshomaru's twin headed dragon Ah-Un?
After much thinking: is it Ryura of the Four War gods?


An update on the new Toy Safety Regulations, the article explains the issues regarding coatings for the toy industry.
The use of coatings for the decoration of toys and articles for children has been controlled since 1974 in the UK by the requirements of the Toy (Safety) Regulations. The latest toy safety regulations applicable in the United Kingdom is the European Toy Safety Directive 2009/48/EC which came into force on July 20th 2009 and its implementation phases are now complete. All toy products sold within the EU must be fully compliant since 20th July 2013.
Substances classed as carcinogenic, mutagenic or toxic for reproduction (CMR's) are not allowed in toys.
Nitrosamines are banned in toys for children under 3 years old and in toys intended to be placed in the mouth.
55 listed allergenic fragrances are not allowed in toys, and another 11 must be declared if present if concentrations exceed 0.01% by weight.
19 elements are restricted, testing now includes 17 different elements with additional determination of Chromium (III) and (VI) and both tin and organic tin.
Migration limits have been revised, with many reduced (see Table 2 below).
Barium migration limits have been reduced further from those in the Directive (with a further reduction in the lead limits expected).
The migration limits for chromium (VI) in Categories I and II toy materials are too low to be measured directly by the new EN 71-3 method, therefore other methods and equipment have to be used to demonstrate compliance.
The large analytical correction factor previously applied has been deleted.
Laboratories now have to determine their measurement uncertainty and use it to interpret whether their analytical result shows compliance with the migration limit.
Whilst these regulations strictly only apply to toys and articles intended to be sucked or chewed by children, they are often referred to in the context of other health protection issues. Importantly, the regulations, and therefore the standard, apply to the toy or article as placed on the market and NOT the coating supplied by ourselves.
As we are not responsible for the handling of the paint or ink outside our own operations, HMG are not in a position to make statements on the conformance of the coating or ink on the toy or article in question, and the compliance of the product. We strongly recommend that a trial is carried out, using all intended production materials and that the resultant toy or article is tested to establish its compliance with the regulations. In carrying out such trials, all precautions should be taken to avoid the risk of introducing contaminants, which would result in rejection of the product.
HMG can supply a wide range of coating systems in different shades and sheens, which from previous historical independent testing we would expect to comply with the chemical requirements of the standard EN71-3:2013. The most widely used systems are Industrial Cellulose, Pre Cat Lacquer, Acid Cat Lacquer, C71 Speedline and LMP Water Based Acrylic.
It is worth stating that products classed as 'lead-free' or 'no added lead' may not conform to the Toy Regulations, both phrases indicate that no lead or heavy metal containing products have been added to the coating system during manufacture. However, lead or heavy metal impurities could be present in the raw materials used, hence the reason for independent certification.
Should you wish for the coating to be tested against EN 71-3:2013, prior to delivery, we recommend a UKAS accredited laboratory carry out this analysis. If you wish us to organise this testing on your behalf, the cost of testing each batch of coating will be passed on to you. The completion of the analytical testing takes some time and orders for coatings should be placed, allowing sufficient time for the work to be carried out. We will be pleased to advise test times and cost on enquiry.


VALDOSTA, Ga. (AP) - A Georgia sheriff says his deputies pulled over a driver for erratic driving and ending up finding the car contained more than $500,000 in cash.
WALB-TV reports Lowndes County deputies made the traffic stop on Interstate 75 after seeing the vehicle weaving across lanes and moving at a very slow speed on the busy highway.
Sheriff Ashely Paulk says drug dogs were used to sniff the car. No drugs were found, but deputies did discover duffel bags and a dog food bag stuffed with cash. The sheriff says there was about $508,000 total.
Paulk says the bills were bundled and wrapped with plastic and rubber bands "the same way they wrap cocaine."
He says the driver is currently only charged with traffic offenses, but the investigation remains open.


Dahr Jamail and Jeremy Scahill in a gripping lecture that they gave together in Sacramento, CA on March 14, 2006. Some of the highlights include Dahr Jamail's concise and damning account of US war crimes in Iraq, and Jeremy's ferocious and precise detailing of the deadly war that the US is waging today on journalism in Iraq.
This is by far the best lecture video yet hosted on the DahrJamailIraq website. The video was professionally produced and edited for MediaEdge. Many thanks for their excellent job!


G'day, Heloise: Growing up in the U.S., your mother was the source of many ideas and hints that helped make our family's life much easier.
About 30 years ago, my parents went on holiday. The day before they were to return, I went to vacuum and dust. I discovered with horror several white streaks in the tabletop finish under damp plastic bags! Panic ensued.
The phone rang, and a dear family friend was on the line. In desperation, I asked her if she knew anyone to do the job. She laughed and said, "Don't you read Heloise?"
I hopped in the car and went to buy the biggest jar of mayonnaise available. I spread a layer over the entire tabletop. The next morning, I returned to find no sign of any of the white streaks! The table looked good as new, and the shine after a good rubdown was awesome!
Dear Heloise: I have two travel hints that can be used by those who must pass through security screenings. The first hint involves a carry-on bag. For this, I use an old laptop computer case. It has straps and handles, which make carrying it easy. It also has many pockets and compartments in which to place various items.
The second hint goes along with the first one. I always carry a gallon-size, zippered plastic storage bag. Prior to entering the security checkpoint, I empty all of my pockets into this plastic bag and place it into the laptop bag. This way, there is no need to reach into each and every pocket while in line and empty them into the tubs that go through the X-ray station.
Dear Heloise: From time to time, I carefully wipe the underneath of the rubber covering of the kitchen sink disposal. You would be amazed by the amount of gunk that accumulates! — Louise, Bethesda, Md.


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// Implements the ADT specified in bitarray.h as a packed array of bits; a bit
// array containing bit_sz bits will consume roughly bit_sz/8 bytes of
// memory.

#include <assert.h>
#include <stdbool.h>
#include <stdlib.h>
#include <stdio.h>
#include <sys/types.h>

#include "./bitarray.h"

// ********************************* Types **********************************

/*// Concrete data type representing an array of bits.
struct bitarray {
  // The number of bits represented by this bit array.
  // Need not be divisible by 8.
  size_t bit_sz;

  // The underlying memory buffer that stores the bits in
  // packed form (8 per byte).
  char *buf;
};*/

struct Bit {
  unsigned int bit : 1;
};

// BitArray structure.
struct bitarray {
  size_t bit_sz;
  struct Bit *buf;
};

// ******************** Prototypes for static functions *********************
/*// Rotates a subarray left by an arbitrary number of bits.
//
// bit_offset is the index of the start of the subarray
// bit_length is the length of the subarray, in bits
// bit_left_amount is the number of places to rotate the
//                    subarray left
//
// The subarray spans the half-open interval
// [bit_offset, bit_offset + bit_length)
// That is, the start is inclusive, but the end is exclusive.
static void bitarray_rotate_left(bitarray_t *const bitarray,
                                 const size_t bit_offset,
                                 const size_t bit_length,
                                 const size_t bit_left_amount);

// Rotates a subarray left by one bit.
//
// bit_offset is the index of the start of the subarray
// bit_length is the length of the subarray, in bits
//
// The subarray spans the half-open interval
// [bit_offset, bit_offset + bit_length)
// That is, the start is inclusive, but the end is exclusive.
static void bitarray_rotate_left_one(bitarray_t *const bitarray,
                                     const size_t bit_offset,
                                     const size_t bit_length);
*/
// Portable modulo operation that supports negative dividends.
//
// Many programming languages define modulo in a manner incompatible with its
// widely-accepted mathematical definition.
// http://stackoverflow.com/questions/1907565/c-python-different-behaviour-of-the-modulo-operation
// provides details; in particular, C's modulo
// operator (which the standard calls a "remainder" operator) yields a result
// signed identically to the dividend e.g., -1 % 10 yields -1.
// This is obviously unacceptable for a function which returns size_t, so we
// define our own.
//
// n is the dividend and m is the divisor
//
// Returns a positive integer r = n (mod m), in the range
// 0 <= r < m.
static size_t modulo(const ssize_t n, const size_t m);

// Produces a mask which, when ANDed with a byte, retains only the
// bit_index th byte.
//
// Example: bitmask(5) produces the byte 0b00100000.
//
// (Note that here the index is counted from right
// to left, which is different from how we represent bitarrays in the
// tests.  This function is only used by bitarray_get and bitarray_set,
// however, so as long as you always use bitarray_get and bitarray_set
// to access bits in your bitarray, this reverse representation should
// not matter.
// static char bitmask(const size_t bit_index);

// Declare swap
static void swap(bitarray_t * const bitarray, int start_left, int start_right, int length);

// ******************************* Functions ********************************

bitarray_t *bitarray_new(const size_t bit_sz) {
  // Allocate an underlying buffer of ceil(bit_sz/8) bytes.
  struct Bit *const buf = malloc(bit_sz * sizeof(struct Bit));
  if (buf == NULL) {
    return NULL;
  }

  printf("size of Bit: %lu", sizeof(struct Bit));

  // Allocate space for the struct.
  bitarray_t *const bitarray = malloc(sizeof(struct bitarray));
  if (bitarray == NULL) {
    free(buf);
    return NULL;
  }

  bitarray->buf = buf;
  bitarray->bit_sz = bit_sz;
  return bitarray;
}

void bitarray_free(bitarray_t *const bitarray) {
  if (bitarray == NULL) {
    return;
  }
  free(bitarray->buf);
  bitarray->buf = NULL;
  free(bitarray);
}

size_t bitarray_get_bit_sz(const bitarray_t *const bitarray) {
  return bitarray->bit_sz;
}

bool bitarray_get(const bitarray_t *const bitarray, const size_t bit_index) {
  assert(bit_index < bitarray->bit_sz);

  // We're storing bits in packed form, 8 per byte.  So to get the nth
  // bit, we want to look at the (n mod 8)th bit of the (floor(n/8)th)
  // byte.
  //
  // In C, integer division is floored explicitly, so we can just do it to
  // get the byte; we then bitwise-and the byte with an appropriate mask
  // to produce either a zero byte (if the bit was 0) or a nonzero byte
  // (if it wasn't).  Finally, we convert that to a boolean.
  return (bitarray->buf[bit_index].bit) ?
             true : false;
}

void bitarray_set(bitarray_t *const bitarray,
                  const size_t bit_index,
                  const bool value) {
  assert(bit_index < bitarray->bit_sz);

  // We're storing bits in packed form, 8 per byte.  So to set the nth
  // bit, we want to set the (n mod 8)th bit of the (floor(n/8)th) byte.
  //
  // In C, integer division is floored explicitly, so we can just do it to
  // get the byte; we then bitwise-and the byte with an appropriate mask
  // to clear out the bit we're about to set.  We bitwise-or the result
  // with a byte that has either a 1 or a 0 in the correct place.
  bitarray->buf[bit_index].bit = (value ? 1 : 0);
}

void bitarray_rotate(bitarray_t *const bitarray,
                     const size_t bit_offset,
                     const size_t bit_length,
                     const ssize_t bit_right_amount) {
  assert(bit_offset + bit_length <= bitarray->bit_sz);

  if (bit_length == 0) {
    return;
  }

  // Convert a rotate left or right to a left rotate only, and eliminate
  // multiple full rotations.

  // The amount of left rotation
  int d = modulo(-bit_right_amount, bit_length);

  // If we are rotating by 0 slots then just stop
  if (d == 0) {
    return;
  }
  size_t ind_at_0 = d;
  size_t partition = bit_offset + ind_at_0 - 1;
  size_t end =bit_offset + bit_length - 1;
  reverse(bitarray,bit_offset,partition);
  reverse(bitarray,partition+1,end);
  reverse(bitarray,bit_offset,end);
}

void reverse(bitarray_t *const bitarray, size_t start, size_t stop){
	size_t j = stop;
	size_t i = start;
	while( i < j){
		bool temp = bitarray_get(bitarray,i);
		bitarray_set(bitarray,i,bitarray_get(bitarray,j));
		bitarray_set(bitarray,j,temp);
		j--;
		i++;
	}
}

// Swap the bit elements of bitarray[start_left...start_left + length + 1] with
// the bit elements of bitarray[start_right...start_right + length - 1]
void swap(bitarray_t * const bitarray, int start_left, int start_right, int length) {
  for (int i = 0; i < length; i++) {
    bool current_left = bitarray_get(bitarray, start_left + i);
    bitarray_set(bitarray,start_left + i, bitarray_get(bitarray, start_right + i));
    bitarray_set(bitarray, start_right + i, current_left);
  }
}

static size_t modulo(const ssize_t n, const size_t m) {
  const ssize_t signed_m = (ssize_t)m;
  assert(signed_m > 0);
  const ssize_t result = ((n % signed_m) + signed_m) % signed_m;
  assert(result >= 0);
  return (size_t)result;
}

/*static char bitmask(const size_t bit_index) {
  return 1 << (bit_index % 8);
}*/


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CSIRO Warns Australia Could Lose Quantum Computing Lead Without Coordinated National Strategy
(AFR.com) Australia could have a quantum technology industry conservatively worth $4 billion a year, on par with the wool and wheat industries, but the government needs to develop a co-ordinated, national strategy to ensure that the nation's early lead in the emerging science is not squandered, the CSIRO has warned.
The national science agency has called on the government to make long-term commitments to help take quantum computing and related technologies out of the research phase – where Australia has already established a leadership position at institutions such as the University of Sydney, the ANU and the University of NSW – and into the commercialisation phase, where Australia has an unfortunate track record of losing its leadership in technology sectors.


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Q: Transfer nearly an entire file system to a fresh install as smoothly as possible I've got a friend who needs his computer working in just a few hours.  His files are safe, however, he managed to corrupt his main install of Windows 7.  My plan is to go in with a Linux disk, copy his C:\ do a backup drive I've got and then reinstall.
Restoring many of his files will be pretty simple (such as documents and such), however, things such as applications won't transfer as easily.  Is there any easy way to transfer applications such as MS Office (which he needs in the morning) or other commercial software packages without having to go through the hassle of locating the keys and reinstalling them completely?
I don't think just moving them over will work just because of the fact that I'm sure much of that is stored in the registry (validation stuff and such).
Anyways, quick responses would be super nice!  Also, additional help would be great!

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I've got a friend who managed to corrupt his main install of Windows 7 and needs his computer working in just a few hours.

That's a tall order and I'm guessing it did not work out. Anyway, for future reference…

My plan is to go in with a Linux disk, copy his C:\ do a backup drive I've got and then reinstall.

That's doable and can be done fairly quickly, but getting to work correctly…

Restoring many of his files will be pretty simple (such as documents and such)

You are correct. Copying simple files is quick and easy. If they are plain documents that he created, then there should be very little difficulty (99% of the there will be no issues). Just be sure that directory structures are maintained since most programs like to look for user data in specific locations (usually their own subdirectory in the user-profile).

however, things such as applications won't transfer as easily. I don't think just moving them over will work just because of the fact that I'm sure much of that is stored in the registry (validation stuff and such).

Again, you are correct. Unfortunately, many larger programs dig their roots deep into the system (files all over the drive, registry entries everywhere, registered classes and filetypes, services, drivers, and on and on). This is particularly prevalent with Microsoft programs like Office, Visual Studio, etc.
Any portable programs that he has shouldn't have any issues since that is the whole point to a portable program: it can be run from anywhere without installation; just copy it to the drive and run.

Is there any easy way to transfer applications such as MS Office (which he needs in the morning) or other commercial software packages without having to go through the hassle of locating the keys and reinstalling them completely?

Not really. As I said above, a program can dig into a program in any number of dozens of different ways, and each one will have a different combination. There are programs that can sandbox an installation to weed out changes that an program's installer makes to the system (though even that is not always successful), but of course that is of no use here. There might exist a program that has a pre-made database of program-specific items that would have to be backed/restored, but I have not heard of any.
You did not mention just how badly things are messed up. If it's bad enough that you are willing to reinstall, then do a backup and try as Daredev suggested and do a simple "repair-install". If that doesn't work, then resort to a reinstall/transfer.

(A long time ago (1997) I would periodically wipe my drive and reinstall Windows (i.e., when I had nothing else to do or when Windows got sluggish). Back then, I did not really have any documents I kept on the OS drive and program settings were still simple enough that I just re-set them when I reinstalled my programs. Later, I started using drive-imaging to backup and restore because it was easier to just backup the whole OS than trying to weed out all of the thousands of little settings that I had changed for the OS and programs (even a single change can result in a dozen file/registry entry modifications). Eventually, I got tired of all of this and started writing my own backup/restore program that would be perfect and make it nice and easy to select whatever I wanted, but after several years, it's still not even in alpha yet—mostly due to lack of time.)

Unfortunately, there is pretty much nothing you can do after the disaster. If you had a backup of some sort, you can use that (though even then, you could be in for hours/days of work depending on circumstances), otherwise, as you can see, there As user970638 said, you'll just have to roll up your sleeves, grab a giant coffee/soda, put on some music or TV show, and expect to be doing disaster-recovery for the foreseeable future.
Best-chance steps:

*

*Back up everything that you can including files and registry hives (or just clone the whole disk with a program that lets you mount and browse it)

*Format the drive and install Windows from scratch

*Reinstall the necessary programs (infinitely easier than trying to "portablize" them) and register anything that you can (have the keys, etc. for)

*Copy the user-profile folder (C:\Users\…) from the backup

*Now you can resort to the back-up to copy any necessary files or registry entries (keys, settings, etc.)

A: Cowboy up because there's no fast way about it. Backup his data and if he doesn't have the licensing keys for his software you will need an external registry editor to extract them. Good luck and Git'R Done.

A: Quickest Option: Try repairing Windows 7 through it's setup at first place.
A corrupted windows can always be repaired. There's nothing quicker than that.

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Personal injury lawsuits are brought when a physical or emotional injury has resulted from an accident or product defect. If you win your case, money is awarded to compensate for the damages suffered.
If you are injured, collect as much data as you can as soon as possible. You need a complete record of the circumstances and facts surrounding the event, including photos and videos of the scene, and names and contact information for all witnesses. A police report is ideal because officers are trained to record all the critical information that may be needed in court. It's also important to seek immediate medical attention for any injuries. In addition to getting needed care, you will also establish a medical record of the nature and extent of your injuries.
Unless your injuries are very minor, you should contact a personal injury attorney who can provide advice and help gather evidence. Don't talk to the other party's attorney or insurance company before obtaining your own legal counsel. Don't sign any documents that admit fault or waive your rights.
Before going to court, your attorney will usually send a demand letter to the other party that describes details of the injuries and monetary damages. If the case can't be settled through negotiations, the next step is to file a lawsuit.
The injured party (plaintiff) files a complaint against the defendant who has a specified time to answer. The court is normally chosen by the plaintiff, although the defendant may ask to move to a different court.
Information about the suit is collected through the discovery process consisting of written questions and answers, sworn depositions, and requests for more documents.
Before trial, the attorneys may make legal arguments directly to the court in the form of motions. If one side believes it has a solid case, it might file a motion for summary judgment that would decide the case in its favor without a trial.
Most courts require settlement conferences before trial with attorneys representing both sides. Judges will attempt to have them reach an agreement through direct negotiations, or with the assistance of a mediator.
If no settlement is reached, a trial before a judge or jury will be conducted where evidence and witnesses are presented. After both sides have pleaded their cases and cross-examined opposing witnesses, a verdict is entered for the plaintiff or defendant. If the plaintiff prevails, damages will also be awarded.
Either party can appeal to a higher court if there has been substantive legal error during the trial. Once a final judgment has been entered, the plaintiff is entitled to collect damages from the defendant.
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OPINION: On Generations
Has history become a trove of artefacts ready for appropriation?
Architecture, Articles, Barbara Bestor, Deborah Sussman, Gere Kavanaugh
"Could life be more beautiful?" wrote Deborah Sussman on 1 November 1954 in a letter home to her parents. A young designer living in the Eames house and working for the office, she would become the environmental designer responsible for the iconic colourful graphics of the 1984 Los Angeles Olympics and countless bold visions, including the cartoonish lettering used on the billboard for the 1972 documentary Reyner Banham Loves Los Angeles.
Sussman passed away in August. Sharply present on the LA scene, even at 83, she had been quietly fighting breast cancer over the last year and news of her death was a sad shock to the design and architecture community. How could someone so vital be gone? Graphic designer April Greiman recalled a story of petite Sussman introducing herself by saying, "I'm kinda a big deal".
I never knew Sussman very well. I saw her at events and openings around town from time to time. Last winter I visited the designer just before of the opening of Deborah Sussman Loves Los Angeles, an exhibition that showcased works from early in her career. Late in our conversation she produced her letter written some 60 years earlier and began to read. "Now, don't you dare worry about a thing," she wrote to her concerned parents in Brooklyn from the Eames House. "Your worries sound inconceivable. Also, as for smog, there is just never any here. I'm living in the country and smog occurs only downtown, whereas I told you, I never go, as it is too far away… Imagine waking here, looking out at eucalyptus leaves, touching the glass walls, trees 90 feet high, looking through them over a long, wide meadow and beyond that, the sea and the shadows of the leaves moving in the sunlight."
Talking to Sussman didn't just reanimate the past, it offered a new perspective on a canonical piece of architecture and a period in LA that glints brightly in the rear view mirror. When designers connect across generations via conversation, or are even allowed to read private letters, the outcome of that intimate exchange ultimately is a better understanding of where they stand in the greater design timeline.
Bridging the span of history isn't a nostalgic impulse. It's a perennial problem that requires a perennial calibration. Even artists in the 1960s, such as Ed Ruscha, looked to the past. "We were looking for precedents upon which to found a revolution — submerging ourselves in the murky swamp of unfashionable objects…" wrote art critic Dave Hickey.
Today, the past has never been so present, so at the ready to pilfer for design inspiration, but a case for revolution has yet to be made. Instead we just keep making more visual information more available, often removing it entirely from its original context.
The Internet Archive recently joined forces with Flickr to create The Commons, a digital archive of 14 million endlessly searchable high-resolution illustrations, drawings, maps and photographs – images culled from 500 years of historical texts.
"Through the power of big data we are suddenly able to view the world's books not as merely piles of text, but as individualised galleries of one of the richest and most diverse museums of imagery in the world," reads Flickr's announcement.
For this generation, then, history is now a trove of artefacts ready for appropriation and derivations, and as accessible as a Google Image Search. We are swimming in a flood of historical content, but we are often missing the historical context.
With so much visual material available to be absorbed into the contemporary project, there's a need to deepen the understanding of architecture and design's cultural milieu – to understand where we came from so we can think more clearly about where we are headed.
To do so via the intimacy of conversation, of personal narrative, is to evade the self-satisfied swamp of images, which can only tell so much of the story.
I put the question of "Why connect?" to Barbara Bestor who, with Catherine Gudis, Thomas Kracauer and Shannon Starkey, organised Deborah Sussman Loves Los Angeles. "One of the things that older generations can teach us, aside from literal technique and historical preoccupations, is about the community that it takes to be productive," she answered, stressing the importance of making a culture for design.
Intergenerational conversations can reveal just how human design culture really is
"There are all sorts of networks — like neural pathways — that connect designers, artisans, commercial clients, and provide a map to understand exactly just how these things, which we often venerate and worship, happened."
For Bestor, intergenerational conversations can reveal just how human design culture really is, filled with complexity, happenstance, and politics.
In a recent conversation, textile, industrial and interior designer Gere Kavanaugh discussed the time in the 1960s when she shared studio space with Sussman, Don Chadwick (designer of the Aeron chair), and Frank Gehry on San Vicente Boulevard.
Kavanaugh, now in her 80s and still working, met Gehry in Victor Gruen's office. She sketched out a familiar scene: designers and architects with something to prove working incredibly hard on underpaid (and non-paid) commissions. In her recollection, studio visitors formed a rotating cast of characters including artists Billy Al Bengston (Gehry designed his 1968 LACMA exhibition) and Judy Chicago, as well as illustrator Carlos Diniz.
For me, Kavanaugh's story goes a long way in explaining why Diniz collaborated with Chicago and designer Peter Pearce on a speculative structure for Chicago's installation The Dinner Party. I couldn't understand why LA's go-to architectural renderer for office towers and housing developments would create a fantastical proposal for the feminist artist. Diniz's illustration of the project was shown as part of Everything Loose Will Land, a 2013 exhibition curated by Sylvia Lavin that unearthed many surprising artefacts — seductive objects and images — but also left some lingering whys.
Interestingly, Kavanaugh's history suggests pluralism within the design community and few of the disciplinary silos we see today. But perhaps that conceit is my own wishful backward gaze and fosters the soothing revelation that the past is just as messy as the present.
At a time when we celebrate the emerging, the now, and the next, with the easy confidence that comes from social media, conversations across generations confirm communal connections and the daily sweat of design practice.
On the afternoon I met Sussman she was in the midst of moving her practice, Sussman/Prejza, established with her husband Paul Prejza in 1968. Archival papers and photographs were stacked in the living room awaiting sorting. "All my life I worked for other people, all my life I subjugated everything in my life to my work and to my clients and my collaborators," she said and cast an eye over the materials that had been dormant in boxes for decades. "I feel that my duty to myself and to the world, is to share this part of history."


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Mylan N.V. (MYL) Mobbed By Call Buyers
Mylan NV (MYL) option buyers are changing their tune
Andrea Kramer
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Option bulls are bombarding Mylan NV (NASDAQ:MYL) this afternoon, cheering the company's bid for drugmaker Perrigo Company plc (NYSE:PRGO). At last look, MYL was 13.8% higher at $67.76 -- and earlier touched a record high of $69.45 -- and option players are rolling the dice on even higher highs soon.
The equity's 30-day at-the-money implied volatility has spiked 30.3% to 46.5% -- in the 99th percentile of its annual range. Meanwhile, MYL calls are trading at nine times the average midday clip, and have nearly tripled puts thus far. Most active are the July 70 and April 65 calls, which have seen notable buy-to-open activity. "Vanilla" option bulls are buying the contracts to open to bet MYL will topple or continue its advance above the strikes by the respective expiration dates of Friday, July 17, and Friday, April 17.
In light of MYL's surge, delta on the July 70 call more than doubled overnight, to 0.48 from 0.22, implying a roughly 1-in-2 shot of expiring in the money. Delta on the now in-the-money April 65 call skyrocketed to 0.66 from 0.12 at yesterday's close, suggesting about a 2-in-3 chance of finishing in the money.
Today's preference for Mylan NV (NASDAQ:MYL) calls marks a significant change of pace, though. On the International Securities Exchange (ISE), Chicago Board Options Exchange (CBOE), and NASDAQ OMX PHLX (PHLX), the stock's 10-day put/call volume ratio of 1.93 stands higher than 97% of all other readings from the past year, suggesting option buyers were picking up MYL puts over calls at a near-annual-high clip during the past two weeks. Should those bears hit the exits, MYL could enjoy additional tailwinds.


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Long Island Medium Theresa Caputo Called a Fraud
June 13, 2014 July 22, 2014 Jason Stroming
This story has been floating around all week, and this article says it perfectly: mediums, as a general rule, are frauds, this nutjob included. I'm not sure why people continue to buy into mediums and psychics, when they have been proven again and again to be fake. I guess for some people, the desire to believe overpowers the facts of science. And I understand the desire to believe, that there is something bigger than us out there, and maybe there is. It's just that we have no real proof that we have any idea of what that is just yet, or if it even exists at all. Which is the main reason why most reputable paranormal investigators don't charge for their services. But even I will admit that some people, on some level, in very rare instances, may seem to occasionally and accidentally be able to tap into a sixth sense of some kind. That being said, nobody has these self-proclaimed superpowers. Nobody can predict the future with any measurable accuracy, reliability or certainty. Nobody can talk to ghosts yet. Not that we can prove scientifically, anyway. It's funny to me that people don't trust auto mechanics, but they pay psychics to tell them things they want to hear. Belief in something supernatural, in and of itself, is usually harmless. But when people use that belief to bilk grieving or gullible people out of their money, then it becomes con artistry. And if people are going to be dumb enough to give large sums of money to someone who claims to be psychic, I would just ask that they do so to someone who actually looks like they know when to say enough is enough to the makeup, gaudy jewelry, nail extensions and Aqua Net. Or maybe Ms. Caputo just specializes in talking to ghosts who can understand thick Long Island accents.
I think Sheldon Cooper from The Big Bang Theory said it best:
"I don't mean to be rude or discourteous, but before we begin, I'd just like to say there's absolutely no scientific evidence to support clairvoyance of any kind. Which means – and again, no insult intended – you're a fraud, your profession is a swindle, and your livelihood is dependent on the gullibility of stupid people. But again, no offense."
I guess her psychic powers don't extend to the point of telling her when she's used enough hairspray…
It appears questions are beginning to be raised about the veracity of the clairvoyant claims of Theresa Caputo, the star of the TLC reality show Long Island Medium.
Radar Online reported last week, "exclusively,"that "many viewers, audience members and even a private investigator believe Caputo's 'gift' is a "total hoax.'" Even some longtime fans of Caputo, the report says, are jumping ship.
There are, let's be clear, some problems with the Radar Online story. That a reality show is staged or fake is not exactly shocking at this point, much less one about a person who claims the ability to communicate with the dead. That some people watching a reality show about an obvious charlatan don't believe she's on the level is not news at all- nor, for that matter, is it "exclusive."
Furthermore, the "private investigator" quoted in the story is a guy, Ron Tebo of SciFake.com, who seems to make a full time job of calling Caputo a fraud and making silly, sound-effect-laden YouTube videos about it. And the headline "Theresa Caputo Subject Of Fraud Investigation," is not in any way backed up by the story itself, unless we're talking about the private investigator's own "investigation." The phrase "fraud investigation" tends to imply that a law enforcement entity is investigating Caputo with an eye towards bringing criminal charges, something which is not stated in the story.
But all that said… of course the Long Island Medium is a fraud! Because EVERY psychic and medium is a fraud. It's not like there's some fraternity of "legitimate" or "on the level" psychics, of whose standards Caputo falls short. There is not. It is a discipline and profession absolutely no different from con artistry. These people are liars and scammers, dedicated to taking advantage of vulnerable, grieving people.
Human beings do not possess the ability to speak to or communicate with the dead. They just don't. Everyone claiming that they can is a grifter, fame-driven, or both. That people like Caputo and John Edward were able to parlay her particular grift into big-time fame just shows that they're better at this particular hustle than most others. But it doesn't mean they're honest people. They are, obviously, not. And it doesn't take an "exclusive" news story- most people have pretty much figured it out on their own.
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Who Will Soyinka Vote For As President?
(By Adekoya Boladale) "With the current postulations of possible electoral outcome, the odds favours the President as the Nigeria voting pattern is more ruralist than cosmopolitan.
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Julia Fawcett
julia.fawcett@berkeley.edu
15K Dwinelle Hall
Graduate Students:
Monday, 3–5pm
Undergraduate Students:
Wednesday, 11am–12:40pm
Associate Professor, Head Graduate Advisor
Julia Fawcett's research looks at the origins of concepts of privacy and publicity—as well as of domesticity, imperialism, and urban space—in Restoration and eighteenth-century literature and performance in the circum-Atlantic world. Her first book, Spectacular Disappearances: Celebrity and Privacy, 1696-1801 (University of Michigan Press, 2016), was a Finalist for the George Freedley Memorial Award from the Theatre Library Association. It examines the performance and literary strategies that England's first celebrities used to protect their private lives despite always being in the public eye—and how their strategies might help us to navigate a world in which social media has eroded the distinctions between private lives and public events. She is at work on a second book, Unmapping London: Performance and Urbanization after the Great Fire, which explores how those who did not or could not own property (including women, immigrants, enslaved people, servants, and religious minorities) shaped the spaces and performances of Restoration London after the Great Fire of 1666. Fawcett has served as a dramaturge in New York and as a scholar-in-residence at Harbourfront World Stage in Toronto; her essays have appeared in PMLA, Theatre Survey, Eighteenth Century Studies, The Eighteenth Century: Theory and Interpretation, and Modern Drama.
Education: Ph.D. in English Literature, Yale University
Restoration and Eighteenth-Century Theater and Performance
Performance Historiography
Intersections Between Literature and Performance
Autobiographical Performance
Full CV:
fawcett_julia_cv.pdf


Now that we had our feet wet a bit we moved onto filled and dipped chocolates. Whether filling or dipping, it is important to make sure that the chocolate shell is even or you make a stress point in the chocolate, which can sadly, lead to mold growing in the filling.
We started with dipped chocolates, which I found out were much more difficult to do than they seem from the outset. In order to make a filled chocolate, you start by making a filling and spreading it onto a sheet pan inside of a frame (so the filling doesn't spread and has nice crisp edges). Once the filling has set, remove the frame and temper some chocolate. Then cut the filling into the desired shape for the chocolate and place it onto a chocolate fork. Using the fork, dip the filling into the tempered chocolate and set aside.
Although this sounds easy enough, turns out, it is very difficult to try and get a nice outer coating on the fillings, but after 4 hours, we were able to churn out a bunch of these chocolates.
Once we were done with the dipped chocolates, we moved onto filled chocolates.
There are actually 14 steps to making filled chocolates!
Once you start to see the chocolate begin to set ever so slightly, turn the mold upside down over a bowl and keep it upside down to get an even shell.
Place the upside down mold into the fridge on a cooling rack (that is on top of a sheet pan to catch the drippings).
Scrape the mold of any excess chocolate once again and place an acetate sheet over the whole mold (which will give you a nice, shiny, flat bottom).
Place mold in the refrigerator again and allow to set.
Once set, remove the mold from the refrigerator, remove the acetate sheet, and bang the mold hard on the table to free chocolates. If you chocolate was tempered properly, the chocolates should free themselves easily because tempered chocolate shrinks when set.
These steps can be used to make any flavor, size, or shape chocolate so we used them to make both small filled chocolates and larger candy bars (shown at the top of the post).
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ACC, Pac-12 Reportedly Moving to Conference Only Schedules
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Editor's note: The Pac-12 officially announced it would move to a conference only schedule on Friday, July 10.
Following in the footsteps of the Big 10, the ACC and Pac-12 Conference are also reportedly moving to conference only schedules.
Nicole Auerbach of The Athletic reported both the Big Ten and Pac-12 news but also cautioned that the ACC move is "premature". However, both Brett McMurphy of Stadium and Bruce Feldman of Fox Sports both reported the ACC will move to a conference only schedule.
The Big Ten announced earlier on Thursday its intention to play a 10 game conference only schedule. No details have yet been provided on the length of the ACC or Pac-12 schedules given the lack of an official announcement from the conferences.
The move by the ACC and Pac-12 cancels 21 games versus FCS opposition. All 21 games are listed below and includes the highly anticipated matchup featuring North Dakota State and Oregon.
Update 8/6/2020: The ACC went to a 10 + 1 scheduling format consisting of 10 conference games and 1 non-conference game. Only two FCS versus ACC games survived: Samford at Florida State and VMI at Virginia, both on September 12. Originally, 23 games involving FCS teams were canceled by the ACC and Pac-12 but now it is only 21 with the latest news.
FCS Team
9/3 Northern Arizona Arizona State
9/5 Portland State Arizona
9/5 William & Mary Stanford
9/5 North Dakota State Oregon
9/12 Elon Duke
9/12 Samford Florida State
9/12 Garnder-Webb Georgia Tech
9/12 Wagner Miami (FL)
9/12 VMI Virginia
9/12 Montana State Utah
9/12 Cal Poly California
9/12 Sacramento State Washington
9/19 Portland State Oregon State
9/19 Idaho Washington State
9/19 Murray State Louisville
9/19 James Madison North Carolina
9/19 Richmond Pittsburgh
9/19 Colgate Syracuse
9/19 Villanova Wake Forest
9/26 North Alabama Virginia Tech
9/26 Delaware North Carolina State
10/31 Holy Cross Boston College
11/14 The Citadel Clemson
The FCS schools rely heavily upon contract games to fund their athletic department. How the loss of revenue for the 2020 season (if not contractually guaranteed in the event of a pandemic) remains to be seen though it will undoubtedly present a tough road ahead for some FCS members.
A total of 106 games featuring FCS teams have been impacted by the ongoing pandemic. 101 of the 106 games impacted have been cancellations.
Photo courtesy of North Dakota State University Athletics.
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I Bore Witness Richard Elberfeld
Post created: May 27, 2020 • by Shawn Vanness, Program Associate
Richard Bradford Elberfeld (1923—2010)
B.S. in Business Administration Miami University, Class of 1947
Yearbook photographs of Richard Elberfeld, 1943 and 1947
Richard was born in Pomeroy, Ohio and attended Miami University before volunteering as an ambulance driver with the American Field Service in 1943. He served with the British in India and was transferred to the European theatre of war in 1944. His ambulance unit was part of the liberation of the Bergen-Belsen concentration camp in April 1945. Richard spent four weeks taking care of camp survivors alongside the British Army. As part of his responsibilities, he helped clean and delouse survivors, oversaw their recovery, and arranged for the burial of victims. In his testimony after the war, Richard describes the abject horror he witnessed during his time at Bergen-Belsen and his difficulties coping with the trauma. After being released from the American Field Service in June 1945, Richard returned to Miami University and graduated in 1947. He was later honored as a Liberator by the U.S. Holocaust Commission.
Front cover of Nazi Hel SS, 1945 and Inside cover of Nazi Hel inscribed with the names of British and Canadian soldiers who liberated Bergen-Belsen
Richard's story is one of ten extraordinary personal journeys of Miami alumni and faculty told in the exhibition, Bearing Witness: The Holocaust and Jewish Experience at Miami University, co-hosted by the Walter Havighurst Special Collections & University Archives and Hillel at Miami University.
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When Pasquale made the announcement that Escape All Hallows' Eve was going to be held at the NOS Events Center in San Bernardino, I was met with a rush of emotions and people approaching me with a slew of questions. "What's the venue like?" "Where should we stay?" "What's the weather like?" "Is the venue big?" all these questions began flooding my multiple message inboxes; I had almost forgotten that Insomniac had not hosted a full multi-stage event at the NOS Events Center since Escape from Wonderland 2012. The return to NOS not only made me excited for the event, but also for the fact that I had a group of people who had never had the chance to experience a full event there. It was just an added bonus that Escape from Wonderland 2011 was my first ever Insomniac Event and that the memories from that event, and 2012, came rushing back as if they were yesterday.
Things have changed since 2011, I've changed since then and the face of the EDM scene has drastically changed as well. None of that mattered because the event was yet another fantastic example of Pasquale Rotella and the Insomniac Team completely outdoing themselves to provide a great experience.
Getting to the venue was fairly easy, although if you missed a turn you could end up further away than you'd like. The first night we parked inside the GA Parking lot and that was arguably the biggest mistake all weekend. After all was said and done at the end of the night I had waited nearly 2 hours just to get out of that lot. I will never park inside ever again. The second day we got lucky and were able to park on a side street, exiting that night was insanity too, as the police legitimately just had us driving in circles. Security moved quickly and no one had an issue with getting through faster than you could walk. If you have an issue with security at this point it's more than likely your fault, not theirs.
The venue itself was themed well in my opinion. The lake, which many of us hold dear to our hearts, had giant ducks floating in it. The trees were dotted with large Chinese paper lanterns, guiding us through the night. One thing I didn't notice until we arrived inside was that they had removed an entire stage from the events in years past; I'm not sure as to why other than logistics of the venue or noise reduction. The Bayou Voodoo Mansion was outdoors, Slaughterhouse was under the Circuit Grounds mega-structure from EDC LV, Ghoul's Graveyard was in the adjacent tent and The Chopping Block and Cannibal's Tea Party were indoors. There was the addition of a ferris wheel and swing ride, and if you didn't ride the ferris wheel this weekend you really missed out. The Insomniac Team created a pretty festive environment with the addition of a haunted house near the rides. Water was plentiful and easily accessible, as was the merchandise booth and food options.
Unfortunately I wasn't able to keep you all up-to-date with a daily recap on who I saw each night, so I'll expand a little bit on who I actually saw at Escape All Hallows' Eve. On Friday I began my night by first getting settled, but I split my time between the 219 Boys, Jordan Suckley and Deorro. I had to check out the stages and get everything prepped for the night. I spent a majority of the rest of my Friday at the Ghoul's Graveyard, soaking up as much trance as I could. Simon Patterson and Bryan Kearney simply murdered it with some amazing sets. I left Bryan Kearney a tad bit early to check out Friction over at the Chopping Block. After hearing some awesome bass beats we took a side adventure to the Enter stage for the end of the Martinez Brothers and Hot Since 82. Missing the trance stage we headed back to catch all of Astrix's set, I was simply blown away by how awesome that set was and I am so glad that we made it back in time. It was arguably one of my favorite sets of the weekend. We ended our night with Paul Van Dyk, and last but not least Aly & Fila B2B John O'Callaghan. I had such a blast at that stage all night and I absolutely loved the closing B2B set by two of my favorite trance artists.
Saturday was a different story, as it was nearly the opposite in time divided compared to the night before. We began our night passing by Sandro Silva and heading to the Slaughterhouse to see Dusky, which was a great set to start the night off and dance to. From that point on we got lost in deep house heaven, hitting up The Magician and Duke Dumont over at the Chopping Block. I guess we left at the right time, as the stage got shut down after Keys N Krates due to everyone and their brother clamoring over Schoolboy Q, Adventure Club, and Oliver Heldens. We exited that area and partied with Laidback Luke for a while before finishing our night off back at the Slaughterhouse. W&W, Steve Angello, and Armin van Buuren all played sets that were great. Armin even played a bit of Thriller in his set to make it seem even more festive.
At the end of the day I think that I made the right choice in deciding to return to NOS for my fourth Insomniac Halloween event. Everything was fantastic and the vibes were unreal. Outside of the terrible parking situation and the cold weather there are no other complaints from this happy Han Solo. Whether you went to Boo!, Spookfest, HARD Day of the Dead or Insomniac's Escape All Hallows' Eve I hope your Halloween was as awesome as mine!


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UPDATE: Investigation ongoing after crash leaves car hanging off bridge in Ocean City
Cole Howard, Sarah Ash,
OCEAN CITY, Md. – Ocean City Police Traffic Safety officers are continuing to investigate a crash on the Route 90 Bridge on Sunday afternoon.
We're told the crash involved five vehicles and sent eight people to the hospital, including a 2-year-old child who was ejected from a pickup truck with her car seat, landing in the Bay below. A witness jumped from the bridge into the bay and rescued the child, who was flown by Maryland State Police Trooper 4 to John's Hopkins Hospital.
The investigation is ongoing by the OCPD's Traffic Safety Unit due to the complexity of the crash. Preliminary investigation shows that multiple crashes may have occurred.
At this time, all of the individuals taken to the hospital have been released, with the exception of the 2-year-old child, who we're told remains in stable condition at John's Hopkins Hospital.
The Good Samaritan has asked to remain anonymous at this time.
Categories: Local News, Maryland
Tags: 47abc, major car crash, maryland state police, ocean city, ocean city police department
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