Robert Ripley, the Surprisingly! Icon, Produced His First Surprisingly! Cartoon in 1918

Robert Ripley's life was an unbelievable adventure. For 35 years he explored the uncanny and witnessed the amazing. His Believe It or Not! cartoon teemed with incredible - but proven - phenomena every day. Called a liar more often than any man who ever lived, Ripley never failed to establish the truth of every assertion. He was a world traveler who visited more than 200 countries seeing places few people had even heard of, from the tombs of the Ming Emperors in China, to a town called Hell in Norway!

Ripley was an artist, a reporter, an explorer, and a collector. The stories he gathered, illustrated by Ripley himself, would later appear in his popular newspaper cartoon feature Believe It or Not! Today the venerable cartoons are still enjoyed by millions of readers worldwide.

Wherever Ripley went, he searched for the odd and the unusual. In his quest, he documented the customs and beliefs of many ancient and exotic modern civilizations. Whenever possible he brought home artifacts from his journeys, which today form the heart of the greatest collection of oddities ever assembled. Today these artifacts can be seen in Ripley's Believe It or Not! museums around the world. Every year millions of people visit these museums to take part in an adventure, one in which they experience first hand the incredible world of Robert Ripley!

The Ripley story begins on Christmas Day 1890 when Robert Leroy Ripley was born in Santa Rosa, Calif. A talented, self-taught artist, Ripley sold his first drawing to Life magazine when he was only 18. Ripley was also a natural athlete, and his first love was baseball. He played semi-pro ball for several years, but his dream of pitching in the Big Leagues was shattered when he broke his arm during a New York Giants spring training game. After the accident, Ripley was forced to take his art more serious; his hobby would become his occupation and his life work. He worked first for newspapers in San Francisco but left for the bright lights of New York City during the winter of 1912.

The Birth of an American Axiom
On a slow day in December 1918, while working as a sports cartoonist for the New York Globe, Ripley created his first collection of odd facts and feats. The sketches, based on unusual athletic achievements, were initially entitled "Champs and Chumps," but after much deliberation, Ripley changed the title to Believe It or Not! The cartoon was an enormous instant success. The rest is history and the phrase Believe It or Not! is used by just about everyone - just about every day.

Starting in 1914 with a trip to Belgium and France, travel became Ripley's lifelong obsession. During his career he visited 201 countries, circumnavigating the globe twice, and traveling a total distance equal to 18 complete trips around the world.
In 1922-23 he traveled to the Orient, crossing through Japan, China, Malaysia, the Philippines and India. He wrote about what he saw and experienced, and his "diary" was published back home in syndicated daily installments.

Ripley felt particularly drawn to China. He found Chinese culture to be fascinating, and he adopted many Chinese customs. For most of his life he preferred to entertain dressed in Chinese robes and he typically served his guests elaborate Chinese feasts. At one point early in his career he signed his name "Rip Li" and later in his life he acquired an authentic Chinese junk, which he used as his pleasure craft and it became his home away from home.

Ripley was nicknamed "the Modern Marco Polo" by the Duke of Windsor and his travels took him to the four corners of the world. On one trip alone, he crossed two continents and covered 24,000 miles - 15,000 miles by air, 8,000 miles by ship and more than 1,000 miles by camel, donkey and horse!

70 Years of Book Publishing
Ripley's early cartoons, a collection of oddities found on his journeys, were first published in book form by Simon & Schuster in 1929. Believe It or Not! by Ripley, sold more than 500,000 copies and was on the bestseller list for months; it would stay in print for nearly 40 years. Today, if all the Believe It or Not! books ever published - well over 100 titles - were stacked one upon another, the total number of books sold would be more than 300 times as tall as New York City's Empire State Building!

In 1929, after signing on as a syndicated cartoonist with King Features, part of the William Randolph Hearst newspaper empire, Ripley's salary rocketed from ,000 to 0,000 a year. A legend was born and Ripley would soon become the first cartoonist to make a million dollars a year.

At the height of his popularity, the Believe It or Not! feature was carried in more than 360 newspapers around the world, was translated into 17 different languages and had a daily readership of 80 million people!

The response from his readers, many demanding proof of his unbelievable statements, was equally incredible. One cartoon alone, published in 1927, in which Ripley stated that Charles Lindbergh was not the first man to cross the Atlantic by plane, drew 170,000 letters! This cartoon made Ripley so famous that postmen forwarded his mail even without a full address. Envelopes simply addressed, "To Rip" or "To the World's Biggest Liar" were all delivered. One man even sent a letter written in a microscopic code that could only be deciphered with a magnifying glass. The bizarre forms of addresses and the sheer volume of mail was enough for the U. S. Postmaster General to issue a decree in 1930: "...mail to Ripley would not be delivered if the address was incomplete or indecipherable." The law had little effect, however; "Rip-o-mania" was sweeping the world.

A Ripley contest to find unbelievable stories that ran in more than 100 newspapers for two weeks in 1932 drew 1,750,000 entries. A decade later, a contest dedicated to the war effort brought in 19,712,213 responses! A survey conducted in 1936 found that Ripley's cartoons were the most popular feature in any paper and had a greater readership than even front-page news. Ripley himself was voted the most popular man in America, above movie stars, sports figures and even President Roosevelt.

Three linguistic experts and a dozen researchers worked with painstaking precision to verify every unbelievable fact. His huge collection of artifacts, most of which are still in Ripley's Believe It or Not! museums across the world, was assembled when he began bringing items back from his extensive travels just to prove the authenticity of his bizarre and outlandish claims.

Ripley's fans included the rich, the poor, the famous and people of all ages. His most famous fan, however, was a man who made it his life's mission to try and prove Ripley a liar! Wayne Harbour, a postal worker of Bedford, Iowa, was an intrepid letter writer. For 26 years he wrote letters to people featured in the Believe It or Not! cartoon attempting to find factual errors. Believe it or not he wrote more than 22,000 letters, but never received a single reply that contradicted one of Ripley's statements! Upon his death, Harbour's widow donated his vast collection of correspondence - more than 80 cartons - to the Ripley archives. Today Harbour's life work has been preserved and can be seen in Ripley museums around the world.

Another famous Ripley fan, who would later settle in Ripley's hometown of Santa Rosa, Calif., was the late Charles Schulz, creator of Charlie Brown and the "Peanuts" cartoons. Charles Schulz's first ever-published drawing, a sketch of a certain dog that would later become famous as "Snoopy," appeared in the Believe It or Not! cartoon panel of Feb. 22, 1937.

The Broadcasting Pioneer
During the 1930s and 40s Ripley's stories of the odd and unusual entered millions of living rooms across America via radio. Ripley pioneered "on-location" broadcasts from the strangest locales and performed many "firsts" in the history of radio. He was the first person to broadcast from ship to shore, the first to broadcast from Australia to America, and the first to broadcast around the world simultaneously using a corps of translators. He interviewed a handler of poisonous snakes from a snake pit in Florida and a daredevil skydiver in Georgia while falling 12,000 feet before opening his parachute. He went behind Niagara Falls and to the bottom of a shark tank.

He went underground in the Carlsbad Caverns, down the Colorado River in the Grand Canyon, and he even dragged his staff and equipment to the North Pole! He interviewed accident survivors, baseball legends, politicians, and on one Christmas Eve he even interviewed a man named Santa Claus and a woman named Merry Christmas!

In 1938 on perhaps his most memorable show, he described for his listeners the dramatic, live performance of one Kuda Bux, an Indian firewalker. A 20-foot ditch was dug in a parking lot outside Radio City in New York and filled with fiery coals. Twenty-four hours later with the temperature inside the pit at 1,400 degrees Fahrenheit, Kuda Bux walked across the pit not once, but twice! When examined by Ripley and a team of doctors it was found that Bux had absolutely no injuries.

During other broadcasts Ripley recalled his adventures in exotic lands and the curious people he encountered. His radio show, which started as a weekly show but at times was aired nightly, was one of the most popular radio shows of all time and was on the air for 14 consecutive years (1930-1944).

World War II changed the world of radio and ushered in the age of television. Ripley, always a risk-taking pioneer, was up to the challenges of the exciting new medium. In 1948 he created a television pilot based on one of his most popular radio shows, the story of Grimaldi the melancholy clown. The pilot was a great success and led in 1949 to Ripley being given one of the very first regularly scheduled weekly television series.

The show featured Ripley interviewing celebrities and subjects of Believe It or Not! cartoons. It also showed him drawing his cartoons and discussing his favorite unusual artifacts. Some segments were filmed in his palatial BION Island mansion and others were filmed in his downtown Manhattan studio apartment. The grind of a weekly TV show soon took its toll, however, and Ripley had a heart attack on air during Episode 13. He died in a hospital three days later. Ironically his last broadcast concerned the origins of the military death song "Taps."

The show continued after his death with guest MCs for two full seasons. Believe It or Not! has returned to television in three different formats since, including the latest incarnation beginning in January 2000 starring Dean Cain and Kelly Packard, a series that ran for four seasons and produced 88 different episodes.

Ripley the Collector
Ripley was married briefly early in his career to a Ziegfeld Follies girl, but by the 1930s he was living up to his reputation as America's most eligible bachelor, a man about town who thrived on activity and relished all things strange. His personality in many ways was as unusual as the stories and objects he collected.

A colleague once said that "the most curious object in the [Ripley] collection is probably Mr. Ripley himself." He drew his cartoon every day between 7 a.m. and 11 a.m. - often drawing it upside down! He dressed in mismatching bright colors and patterns (his best friend Bugs Baer once described his wardrobe as looking like a paint factory had exploded in his closet), wore bow ties and two-toned spat shoes.

Ripley was a contradiction. He collected cars, but never learned to drive and though he regularly used complicated sound and recording equipment for his broadcasts, associates noted that he was afraid to use the telephone for fear he would be electrocuted! He was a non-swimmer, but he lived on an island and had an odd assortment of boats, including dugout canoes from Panama, a gondola from Venice and an authentic Chinese junk, that he named Mon Lei.

His museum-like homes, one in Florida and two in New York, were filled with artifacts he brought back from his travels. At his palatial 34 room BION (Believe It or Not!) Island home in Mamaroneck, New York, there were hundreds of Chinese statues and wall hangings, Indian totem poles, a huge collection of beer steins, weapons of torture from Germany, colossus Oriental bronze guardian statues, a 20-foot pet python and even Cyclops, his beloved one-eyed dog.

The 1930s and 40s were the Golden Age of Ripley. The phrases "Believe It or Not!" and "That's one for Rip" had become a part of everyday speech. In small towns and big cities across North America people filled movie theaters and vaudeville halls to hear his lectures and to see his films. Starting in 1931, Ripley created 23 of the earliest sound movie shorts for Vitaphone Pictures, later owned by RKO.

Virtually self-educated, he was the author of three best selling books, the holder of three honorary PhD titles from esteemed colleges, and a millionaire to boot! The shy young man born of poor farmers in a small town in California had become a celebrated public figure - a rock star of his era.

In 1933 nearly two million people visited Ripley's first "Odditorium" at the World's Fair in Chicago. Inside the museum were dozens of Ripley's famous cartoons and hundreds of strange artifacts from every corner of the globe, like human bone outfits from Tibet, medieval chastity belts from Europe, and the featured exhibit, an amazing life-size self-portrait of Japanese artist Hananuma Masakichi who created his own image for his fiancée after learning he was ill with tuberculosis. The sculpture, consisting of hundreds of tiny interlocking pieces of wood so skillfully dovetailed and joined as to avoid detection, is anatomically correct down to the smallest detail and includes the artist's own hair and fingernails.

Amongst the rarest curiosities in the collection of unbelievable artifacts was a pair of shrunken heads from Ecuador, one of which Ripley received in the mail with a note saying:

"Please take good care of this. I think it is one of my relatives!"

What was once a common practice amongst the Jivaro Indians of Ecuador, the shrinking of human heads was a ritual that had been handed down from one generation to another. The heads of slain enemies were valued as war trophies and symbols of bravery. When a fighter killed his enemy, the victim's head was cut off. The skin was then peeled away from the skull and hot stones and sand were poured into the cavity. The head was sewn shut and boiled in herbs until it shrunk to the size of a fist. It was then smoked over an open fire to darken and harden it while ceremonial dances, songs, and feasts were performed-often for as long as three days.

In addition to artifacts, the first odditorium also featured a wide assortment of the strangest live performers ever gathered under one roof, characters like Alfred Langevin who could blow up balloons with his eyes, Joe Laurello, "the Human Owl," who could twist his head 180 degrees, and Sam Simpson who could put a baseball in his mouth and sing at the same time!

The first "odditorium" was such a success that throughout the 1930s traveling trailer shows would appear in Detroit, St. Louis and Washington D.C. and permanent shows would be the hits of world's fairs and expositions at San Diego, Dallas, Cleveland, San Francisco and ultimately on Broadway in New York City in 1939. The first permanent Ripley museum opened in St. Augustine, Fla. in 1950, a year after Ripley died.

When he died, thousands lined the streets of New York to watch as his body was sent by rail back to his native California. But Ripley's legacy is still alive and well today in newspapers, books, museums, TV shows, film, on the web AND in one of the most popular and oft repeated phrases in the English language: Believe It or Not!

Four Short Tales of Suspense

1) Belly of the Abyss

A gray form stood beside him.

"Angus?" it said.

"Delaying me will not help you, I am the only way to death, and perhaps for you peace, follow me!" Said the grass mass.

And by outcome he followed him, across the deep dark city of Caracas, and he looked about as he followed, at last it was full night, and they were on a plane, or at least he was, to the jungles near Angel Falls; night, it had closed in all over the land, and there was a great noise a water, before the plane landed, it was the great falls, and within the following day, he found himself, standing on top of its cliff, Angel Falls, peering below it, it covered all other sounds. Then the gray mass led appeared again to Angus, it was as if-up to this point, he was in a trance. And Angus, stood on the edge of the cliff, a foot away from the wild winds grinding like teeth.

"Angus, it is I," said the gray mass, that had eyes and ears and a wolf-like configuration,

"I love death, a man can love many things, but I dreaded life as a physical human being, it made me shiver, I guess I was always wondering when, and where it would be, death, now I am in its scheme, its substance, its existence, nights are no longer chilled, nor do I get drenched with rain, and if the abyss, or the caves or any pathway within them, get narrow too narrow for a physical being to walk, and if it grows darker, I simple go forward nonetheless, I am not smoldered by it," and the gray mass snarled, and Angus, wondered who and what it was.

Then in the Venezuelan sun, on the top of Angel Falls, Angus fumbled a way, and he fell, his head dizzy beneath this reeking spirit, he got back up, slipped, and clambered, trying to cling onto the airless being, that could only be seen, whose strength was waning to no avail.

"Come down to the abyss with me, if you can find your way out, I will give you anything you ask, die there and let me resurrect you, I have permission from a Hell Lord, to use your soul as I wish. Truly, you are a man whose dark ravine, is kept inside your mind, your dreams, I will rip out a faint strip from the sky, and make all your dreams possible. We will be brothers, as we once were."

Then it occurred to him, it was his brother, who had died several years before, committed suicide, but he would not disclose this any further.

At that moment, the great walls of the falls quivered and echoed,

"Grab the moment," he said to Angus, Satan has his tongue on fire."

And Angus, saw strange things in the sky, shadows were flying all about the rocks, and waterfall, beneath it, and a trail of smoke followed them, and stones crashed down into the waterway below the falls, and the gray mass, hurled himself over the cliff, and with its mighty paws, he climbed slowly back up the falls, in physical form, he had shape changed, turned into a Manta core.

Now there was need for Angus to be bold if not swift, and both would be to his advantage, the gray mass, had turned into a Manta core, the head of a wild man, and body of a lion, and a tail with spikes in it, and it was physical, and he peered over the edge of the falls, heedless, he came forward, Angus, lost all hope: he should not have followed him in the first place, now before him was a deadly creature, the heat and stench of hell followed him.

The creature, mentally summoned him to jump, lest he be torn apart by his paws. At that point, Angus found a strength in his heart, and body, and jumped down the side of the cliff, onto a slender tree, a tree that grew out of the side of the mountain, the very one that harbored the falls, but the body of the great Manta core, towered over him, and with his stretched out paw, swayed the top of the tree, pale was Angus' face, and then the beast heaved the tree as he fell and transformed his shape back into the grey slime he was, and Angus fell to his death, stabbed a hundred times as he fell 3000-feet to the floor of the gully, stabbed by sharp stones and branches from trees and bushes, and he sank into the mud below to his death, and he went into the belly of the abyss, and when he woke up there was his brother, waiting.

Written 10-18-2008, at home, in the evening

2) In a Birdless Sky
(WWI, France)

Chapter One
Facing Death

When dying becomes easier than living, it is easier to face your enemy, thus, peacefulness with repose, even under the harshest conditions, prevails, everything else, means very little.

With a mud covered face gasping, beguiled of being three years in a war, one he never understood, in a country which was foreign to him, in a trench, he never dug out, only lived in, ate in, paced in, sweating from foot to brow in, soot covered him from waist down, creatures, and spiders and disease seeped along the trenches-trenches he never imagined he'd call home.

He thought, now at a corner of the trench, in a hollow by himself, on guard duty to secure the silent and lonely spot, until morning, he thought, looking at a standing German, erect, looking eye to eye with him as he peered over its edge-he thought, facing death at that instant (twilight seeping in-between the waning day): said, to himself, looking into the eyes of the German, perhaps one or two minutes,

"Look here, we are both armed, a few feet apart (thereabouts) you have a rifle, and I got a pistol, both aiming it at one another-somewhere, does it matter where, one must die. But it doesn't necessarily have to be here and now."

Chapter Two
Just one Bullet

It would take just one bullet to finish what he was being paid to do-trained by the British to do, sent overseas by the Americans to Europe to do, and above all, given orders by a French Colonel, and an American Command Sergeant-Major to do, to kill Germans. Just one bullet would put him out of the doughboy war, out of the war business for good.

He, Corporal Anton, didn't even have his helmet on; he dismissed it long ago, hours ago that is, long ago for him: it got in his way, while lying against the wet, damp muddy walls of the trench.

An hour ago he thought,

"I wonder what the colonel would say if he found me without my helmet on, or perhaps the Sergeant-Major," then his second thought was,

"The Colonel and Sergeant-Major, and their entourage, would never be caught in such a position-as in this dirty, muddy and smelly trench, it is like saying, Satan would never be found in the pits of hell, what for, even if it is of his own makings, he has his puppets, they can do the dirty work. Most likely, they, the Colonel and his clan are drinking rum and coke, smoking cigars and eyeing up young French girls, in their cathedral-like, underground den, so secure, a thousand bombs would not penetrate it (he saw it once, and only once, earth and clay and thick broad wooden beams, with six-feet of cement, encased around it, to absorb the shocks)."

"No...!" he told himself, "you'd never find them out here," and in three long years, he never did-one exception, when there was a photo shoot, and then they stood tall and brave with the other cleaned up soldiers, the doughboys, and a week later you read about their feats in the international papers, all with pictures and beautiful phrased sentences, that told about victory at hand, the glory of it, the medals to be handed out after the last great battle.

Chapter Three
In a Bird less Sky

There the German peered overhead, erect as a crane, looking down, rifle in hand, aimed: it must had been a minute or two, they stared into each others eyes (somewhere, one may have thought, had a thought; they were indubitable brothers, at first glance, had they been given a chance to have met under different circumstances that is: had neither one of them been foolish enough to have listened to the drums of war, and followed for glory or whatever treasures they sought, perhaps they both deserved to die for it, for war, it is all part of anarchist-youth).

The German, perhaps the same age of Corporal Anton, the same rank, perhaps even the same ancestry, looked frightened as he stood there rigidly looking into the other's face (Anton lurking into his face), both openly, the German in a frenzy, thoughts vanishing, vanishing...in a birdless sky, vanishing, gone...two bullets hitting their targets, an echo as if in an auditorium.

Chapter Four
Death

Downward sedately-without haste he, Corporal Anton, fell back into his mud like grave, his dirt dugout, now encased in death.

Off balance, the German aimlessly tried to hold his legs straight, in fury he tried to pull his body back up from falling backwards, with one last thrust, to pull himself up, then he zoomed backwards, immobile; now he watched the birdless sky, what he would have thought, was already too late, save, a fading prayer.

When the Colonel saw him, saw, Corporal Anton, the following morning, he was all cleaned up (the body was brought to him), there he stood along side Corporal Anton, a photo shoot took place, the Colonel's face was empty of expression, yet angry words came out, when the movie camera was in motion, "He will get a metal for his bravery," he said to the media, several standing about. There was no exhaustion in his face, not like the same that covered Anton's, not even anguish, just old recognized sentences that came out of a tongue with no hair, words that provoked revenge and steadfastness. Then he went to join the Sergeant-Major, in the Cathedral-room.

Written 10-18-2008, inv Huancayo, Peru, at the Mia Mamma Café, in El Tambo: somewhat inspirited by my Grandfather, who was in WWI, Anton Siluk, born 1891, died, 1974, dedicated to his memory, and his war.

3) Shooting Painted Horses
(A Short Story on Betrayal-1820, along the Mississippi)

Chapter One
Along the Mississippi

The cliffs were all painted with horses, so they looked for Nelly de la Cruz; there was no trace of neither her, nor no sign of her husband, those who had been with them two were dead, shot dead, by smugglers.

By and by, she'd be found, but for now she had escaped the pirates who scanned the upper (northern part, to the central region) of the Mississippi waiting in hollows and crevasses, and caves, and then like sharks, by way of canoes, or rowboats, even barges, they'd, if not by land and horse (gallop to their prey), they'd quickly overpower the innocent, shanghaiing anyone and everyone, for rape, sale, blackmailing, or whate're profit they'd bring, it was treasure they were after; they called themselves the Drake Clan or Gang, after their leader Adam Terrance Drake and there were twenty of them (pirates of the Mississippi, operating in the years of 1810 to 1824).

But today was different, upon their approach two escaped their grips, seldom done, and the chances of getting off in secret, as they did were seldom accomplished, but the patches of the morning fog had allowed just this- the shores were difficult to see, becoming misty, as was the houseboat, a source of inconvenience for the pirates, thick patches of white fog, drifting from one side of the river to the other. But soon abandonment would prevail.

They, the family group with Nelly de la Cruz and her husband Mauricio, who came down on a houseboat all eight of them, were told by Sam Nelson, of the upper Minnesota:

"Don't dare go anywhere beyond Pig's Eye Point, along the shores you could be cut off by pirates, make sure you hire some guns, good shooters somewhere along the way, lest you want to be taken captive for ransom by the pirates."

But hired guns cost money, and they didn't listen of course to Sam, preferred to beat out the river, and kept their cargo aboard, and slowly went down her, "Sam, was right," Nelly's husband would say, just before they jumped into the river to escape; find a place just such as they would wish, and hide until the danger was over.

Seven canoes, with painted faces to cover their identity, white men portraying Indians (the pirates), in canoes had surrounded them, shooting, not taking prisoners, hence, all would die but the two.

They, the pirates had set a watch in the cliffs by what was called, the 'Cliffs by Painted Horses'. The ancient Indians had painted the horses onto the cliffs hundreds of years before, and you could see them with the naked eye while approaching them going down the Mississippi, if indeed one knew the spot and were looking for it. There are dozens of places between the Cliffs of Painted Horses, and others, meaning rock art, on cliffs and rocks, along the Mississippi, but most were hidden from where folks on a boat could see them safely enough.

Chapter Two
The Cave by, Painted Horses

There was a narrow opening between two cliffs, near Painted Horses, and Mauricio crept between them, hiding from the pirates, coming in from off the shore with the booty they had taken from the houseboat, looking for him and his wife, especially his wife, for their personal pleasures, for they had gotten a glimpse of her beauty, and adoring shape, and that immediately sat down deep into their lustful brains, like flags waving in the wind (especially for, Keystone, a young lustful, and bloodthirsty pirate who kept her every inch embedded into his ceremonial mental vaults of what he'd do to her once captured), as I was about to say, they, the pirates had seen her, before she jumped into the river behind her husband, who had jumped off the boat, without even telling her to follow, she simple followed his footsteps nonetheless.

Behind the angle of the well he could see the entrance of the cave called "Painted Horses," the pirates were shooting at his wife, who had entered the cave, and Keystone who had follower her.

By and large, as we can see at this point, he had let her fend for herself, abandoned her. She had looked for him, had lowered her eyes, her brow, her head just a moment, as she ran from the pirates, and when she brought it up to the level where she saw the cave she would enter, he disappeared, she thinking he went inside the cave, where else could he have gone-she instantly pondered, he said not word, not one single solitary word to distract her from going into that legendary cave, the cave known as the maze, the labyrinth of all caves along the Mississippi, that is why the Clan shot at Nelly, and let be bygones thereafter, and let Keystone chase her into a habitat where screaming wildfowl would not dare enter, eminently suited the pirates with less lustful intentions; for the most part, the smuggling had accomplished what they set out to, as for the husband they felt he had drowned.

Chapter Three
Inside the cave of Painted Horses

She had run inside the cave, the mist kept coming, in frequent belts, seeping along the floor of the cave to where Keystone the Pirate could not follow her, he took one forked entrance, Nelly another, as she called in echoes for her husband, whom never answered, and then came sunset, one she did not see, but felt it must be for she had run, then walked and then held her hand against the damp walls of the cave to assist her in her next to crawling erect.

Everything was near to indistinguishable inside the cave, her eyes somewhat adjusted, but she was beyond light, and one entrance let into another, and she could hear the echoes of the pirates voice, not her husband's, and then she knew he had abandoned her, she wanted to believe, had second thoughts even, that out of the confusion, he did what he did, but she knew now, wherever he was, at one point they were both earshot-within a audible range of hearing one another and he did not call out to her, but here the lustful, young pirate, did what a substitute she felt. The trumpeting of his eager voice had dangerously went to a pleading for them to get-together to find a way out, she figured sooner or later they'd bump into one another, then what? was the question: lest they die beforehand, and that would be settled.

The paths were endless, and the young man's voice was always either behind her, in front of her or on the sides of her, but not far from her. Her instincts becoming keener, she knew they'd meet at some crosswalk.

Chapter Four
Mauricio's Escape

Mauricio looked into the cave, the following morning, dark it was, the mist lifted, the pirates gone. He saw Nelly enter it, and he saw the pirate enter it as well, his long knife tucked into his belt, a woodened looking pistol in his hands, a bandana around his forehead, paint on his cheeks, chin and around his eyes. He was frightened of the image he had just formed, and said not a word into the mother cave; elaborate care he took in stepping back from the entrance, satisfied he would not go into it, he felt there was no sense in sticking around-she was not insight, he had done his duty as best he could, his attitude during the dominance of this previous crisis was found to be unconsciously more desirable in saving himself, not getting shot, than saving his wife, and himself, and perhaps getting shot in the process: in which, that would not do anyone any good, so he convinced himself, and thus, she would have to do the same, and so not an evil tough overhung his conscious for wrong doing, nor did he build a rude wall of shame for abandoning his wife-at lest not at this juncture, it was a parallel he felt, saying, "...she ran one way, I ran another..." but of course it wasn't that way, was it?

He found himself climbing up the cliff then once over the edge of the cliff, cautiously throwing himself forward he peered over it once and for all, then ran into the woods, all in fair weather, he ran until his head got dizzy, an old woman fund him on the ground, took him into her home, as though he was her child, or better, a stray cat, in a small town-let deep in the woods.

In time, he would hear after every sunset, wake up, if sleeping, startled by a voice behind him, it was always Nelly's voice calling out: he never said a word on this matter, he lived with the old lady, for eight-years, and thought the matter would be over with his wife, never mentioning her name. But if ever there was a need to talk, he was the one, but never did. So after the old lady's death, he tried to master his purpose, one he never found, and died two years later of alcoholism, at the age of thirty-nine: a bloated body, with a liver that was likened be being frostbitten.

Chapter Five
Nelly and Keystone

There was no end to the cave, its paths, its corners, its entrances, no light, it was now the third day, she heard footsteps, it was his, the pirate's, from silence came a towering body over her's, she was at wits end, laying down against the damp walls of the cave, coughing, dying slowly.

She had thought the matter over for her, death was eminent, and he would not find her, but he did fine her, tired and no longer hiding, just laying where she was, dirty, turned into a prisoner of the mother cave.

She felt his dark human hand on her leg, it was the least likely thing she expected, she said with a bellow-at this stage of the hunt anyway, "What is the matter with you, we are dying, we will be dead soon, and you are thinking of sex?"

He had a sack of rum that was attached to his side belt, oh, just enough to make a person more thirsty, it held perhaps a pint, no more, he had drank most of it, but gave her the last drops of it, saying, "This is my contribution," then received her unwillingly, as if he was entitled to his booty, and she was it. There they lay for two more days, him taking her several times, right up to her death. Then he, died twenty feet down that cold damp passageway from her, and wouldn't be found, until 1902, when a child would be playing above them, falling through a weak spot in the upper crust of the earth, a hole formed by perhaps animals, and thereafter, discovering their bodies.

Parts written 10-15-2008, and 10-17-2008, Huancayo, Peru.

4) Uamak's Demonic Escape

((Part two of: 'Uamak's Aquatic') (The Demon's Sea, over Iceland))

As the evening progressed, I could see there was no peace in the sea below me, the boat was barely in view. I had returned after a year, to see if Uamak was still where I left him, this demonic being, from some ancient culture of the past; this monstrous figure was still on the rock where I had left him (forty miles out of Reykjavik, Iceland), gazing over the cliff into the sea. Thus, I took provision with myself for the night.

The weather was becoming misty, with patches of white fog, drifting towards the shore, with a rising wind, this all made me quite anxious, especially with fading observations.

From the boat, lights from the eyes of its skipper Hela (one of the Hell Lords, under the bondage of Satanae, the lord of eternal night, darkness and no hope) had made a pack with death, to capture by wit, or force all souls, if not half souls, as was Uamak, to his personal realm, for his personal pleasures if not play.

Thus, the lights from his eyes could be seen, they appeared to strike the figure sitting on the rock, Uamak, strike him as if, wrapping him-this half demonic beast, with a penetrating light that paralyzed him, it closed in on every side of the demonic being, from where I could see, and I was on the edge of the cliff, I could see the vessel below me, the inlet, along with the narrow rock that extended out into midair, where the demon was sitting, this titanic being on this great rock.

Uamak, saw me, and of course knew me, from our last visit, a year prior, when he sought my second-insight, to tell him how his death would be, which was at that time in the hands of Hela, it looked like.

The inlet looked almost as if it was a smuggler's den. I could hear the waters below drawn forward and back, banging against the hardness of the rocks like a galloping horse; within a few minutes, I witnessed the vessel swing up onto the shore and rocks of the cliff below, it perhaps remembered me from a year ago, neither one of us seeing the other close up, but both of us being curious.

Under some need to see this being, I lowered myself by rope, desperate and reckless down to the sea's surface, the vessel, determined to see this devilish creature in the flesh, if in fact he had flesh. Once upon the surface, it was rough at best, I stood behind a corner, a wall, stone and clay under my feet, the cliff to by back, I had come down by sheer nerve and guts, not sure where I got them, but they appeared out of nowhere, and here I was.

I now peered into the boat, the blanket of fog had shifted somewhat, and spread back into the sea, leaving me and the boat, and the granite rocks about-staring at one another, clear, visible to the naked eye. Out into the sea I could hear, the thundering sounds of waves, as if there were monster demons waiting for a new soul to be plucked from earth's soil: when one is face to face with the peculiar, and dark side of one's mind imagines the unthinkable. Now this creature in the boat, started spouting black smoke from its mouth, then came out of the smoke, a hand, it reached out to me, it reached beyond its definable limits, my heart beat as I scanned this being and his haunting hand, along with his glass like eyes, there was little chance indeed, I would leave this location, if I was put under his spell, and he was waiting.

He took no shelter from the storm; obstacles were of little offence to him, as to his surroundings, as they were trying for me. My heart now was pulsating wildly. I had been a fact of many strange incidents in my life, of early and later years, but nothing like this had ever crossed my brow.

I moved forward to the creature with imperceptible slowness, I took a very short study of his movements, it showed me he was no longer watching the demonic being he had put into a trance (the one who begged me a year ago, in his somber pleading, to find a way to set him free, to tell him of his death, after death). I noticed Uamak, was out of his trance, I could see him partly peering over the cliff, putting his head forward, I kept the Hell Lord's attention, and he saw that, then Uamak, was no longer looking-unconsciously, like a bullet, imitating one anyhow, he dashed off, I knew he would.

Stiff and still as if incased in stone I stood with both ears listening to the sharp winds building up, the anger of the Hell Lord, I expect. He tried to make a deal with me, saying, he'd give me his power, for my soul, just name the time, a year, ten years, even twenty. But who knows one's time on earth, perhaps I only really had less to live; thus, he'd have gotten the better of the deal. In any case: why would I seek power out of control, it is what he was offering. For once one loses his soul, if indeed he has power, why would he not use it to its limit, no restraints. I said no, and he was again enraged, the first time when he noticed Uamak was gone, now he was losing me.

I knew one thing and perhaps one thing only, being a Christian, and upon him learning I was a Christian, his intent on binding me, decreased, and he became cautious, allowing me to re-climb the rope to safety.

Once on top, I did not see Uamak, and surely there is good reason for that, he escaped the clutches of Hela: once and for all.

Selecting Right Transformer For Mining Industry

Introduction

The United States has among the biggest mining industries on the planet - a business carefully associated with the economy. Previously, the invention of assets for example gold and oil led to a significant population change and rapid growth for formerly remote regions of the nation, for example California, Texas, and Alaska. Extraction of those assets, and finding new deposits, is constantly on the supply the foundation for local financial systems in certain regions.

A few of the minerals found in america are coal, uranium, copper, gold, silver, iron, lead, zinc yet others. The majority of the mines in america are highly automated and therefore energy intensive. To supply a good example, even within the last decade from the twentieth century, iron ore mining alone consumed 62.3 trillion Btu of one's across a twelve months. Because mining is really a sizable industry and constitutes a substantial contribution towards the national earnings, mines should have a reliable supply of energy - an important resource for mining processes.

The mining and mineral extraction sector both in america and worldwide depends on energy to harness natural assets for example aggregates, gold and silver, iron ore, oil, gas, and coal. This energy can be used to energy spades and drills for digging up these items, loading them into enormous mining trucks or onto conveyer devices, sorting, browsing and crushing ores, heating, along with a hundred other functions. Both surface and subterranean mining procedures depend on powered equipment to extract materials and cargo trucks. Overall, the mining sector couldn't flourish without using huge levels of energy.

The Function of Transformers

Mine 'Power Centers' or 'Load Centers' are an important system for subterranean and surface mining. Their primary function would be to convert distribution current into utilization current for equipment operation, thus placing energy transformers in the centre from the load center. Proper choice of transformers is imperative, and should fulfill safety, reliability, and efficiency needs. Identifying capacity rating is probably the steps for choice of a energy transformer for any mining load center. A guide here's to permit 1 kVA for each horsepower of connected load. Most mining processes, however, don't produce constant loads - all machinery isn't connected constantly - and then the 1 kVA per horsepower thumb rule will typically lead to transformer oversizing. Based on the SME Mining Engineering Guide by Howard L. Hartmann, "Consider your experience and demand factors established by producers and operators, together with the horsepower from the connected load, are crucial for identifying transformer capacity. For typical subterranean mining sections, the kVA rating may lie within the plethora of 50 to 80% from the connected horsepower."

Transformer Deficits

Standard transformers while under full load operate at 90 to 95% efficiency, with this particular figure shedding because the load reduces. This really is because of issues within the transformer's core, a primary element of the transformer. The deficits within the core stay the same through the transformer's operating range. At 100% load, the quantity of comparative loss is minimal. However, at reduced loads, the equivalent energy loss signifies a greater number of energy being wasted. Regrettably, average transformer loads run between 34 and 50% from the transformer's total capacity. With a lot of the electricity used

in america being tell you transformers at these lower loads, massive levels of energy are now being wasted. This problem is of special relevance towards the mining industry, simply due to its high energy usage. Mining procedures also involve hostile conditions filled with dust, grime, chemicals, moisture and airborne pollutants. Load center transformers have to function dependably and effectively during these conditions on the long-term.

Without electric energy at mining facilities, natural materials removed in the earth within the mining process could be a lot more pricey compared to what they are today. Thus, energy transformers provide lots of muscle, capacity, and stability for an essential industry. From drilling trenches to busting up rock, carting out huge lots of materials and tugging up heavy levels of minerals, energy transformers supply the strength and capacity needed.

Liquid Filled and Dry Transformers: Performance Qualities

1.Liquid-Filled Transformers

While there's still debate around the relative the best-selling available kinds of transformers, you will find some performance qualities which have been recognized: &bull Liquid-filled transformers tend to be more efficient, have greater overload capacity and longer existence expectancy. &bull Liquid-filled models be more effective at reducing hot-place coil temps, but have greater chance of flammability than dry types. &bull Liquid-filled transformers sometimes require containment troughs to protect against fluid leaks. &bull Liquid filled transformers are more compact in dimensions than dry-type models for the similar energy rating capacity and also have lower deficits due to their better thermal dissipation qualities.

2.Dry Type Transformers

Dry type Transformers are often employed for lower rankings (the move point being 500kVA to two.5MVA). They're usually placed inside, serving an business building/apartment. Dry type models typically are available in enclosures with louvers, or sealed.

Dry type transformers use very little flammable materials and for that reason don't constitute a fireplace hazard when used subterranean both in coal along with other mines.

Dry type transformers within the mining industry are located inside a steel tank and also the core and windings are cooled by air circulating inside the tank, moving warmth towards the steel tank that is consequently cooled through the exterior air. In certain compact designs for mounting on mining machines water cooling is added to improve the performance from the transformers.

Right decision of insulation materials as well as an knowledge of the air conditioning is imperative when the transformer will be properly designed. For instance, a temperature rise test carried out on the transformer manufactured and offered as continuously ranked, can demonstrate that the transformer only were built with a continuous rating of 65% from the nameplate rating.

The requirement for Energy-Efficient Mining

Using the current concentrate on global warming and decrease in environment impact, government departments all over the world are earning progressively stringent demands on industries to lessen energy consumption and manage waste better, amongst others. It's surprising the number of mining procedures still use twenty-year-old technology.

Regulating demands happen to be starting to modify the mining industry - based on articles on 'US Environment Rules and also the Mining Industry' around the Worldwide Development Research Center (IDRC) website, "Environment rules have experienced an impact on the united states mining industry's profitability. Companies happen to be instructed to retrofit or renovate installations or leave the marketplace. Growing operational costs have affected their worldwide competition, and to some degree, this might be altering the planet allocation of mining investment. Employment levels have fallen substantially, and native financial systems have borne thing about this cost."

Mining companies in america therefore are feeling the pressing have to be energy-efficient, only to stay competitive. Reducing energy consumption by implementing personalized, cost-effective solutions like NEMA-approved transformers and utilizing photo voltaic or wind energy to satisfy their future energy needs could be plans over time, especially because the alternate energy option can help mining companies ward off from changing worldwide fuel prices. Alternate causes of energy continue to be a really small blip around the graph, when it comes to actual energy deliver to industries like mining, and therefore the sphere in general must develop more immediate methods to conserve energy.

Various transformers for that mining industry:

Transformers may be used in a variety of open pit and difficult rock (undercover) programs that vary from auxiliary lighting loads to energy for cranes, drag lines, conveyor devices along with other miscellaneous devoted variable speed drive programs.

Advantages of energy-efficient mining
&bull Lower cost of production
&bull Opening of recent reserves for Conclusion

Similarly the mining market is ready to develop to maintain growing demand alternatively it needs to stay competitive as fuel prices zoom upwards. To have an energy intensive industry, keeping a cheque on fuel consumption and price is crucial. Thus the mining industry in general is searching for energy-efficient technology, including energy transformers.

How to deal with a Spouse's Negative Attitude

Is the spouse an adverse person? Does she or he consistently focus on wrong with your marriage while looking over the numerous positives?

If that's the case, it is also fairly simple that the spouse is simply a adversely-oriented person about the majority of things--work, the wedding, others, the long run, and existence generally. Possibly as time passes, your partner has become much more negative, critical, and worrying.

Initially when i first spoken to "Leigh" (not her real title), she was prepared to leave her marriage due to her husband's constant negativity. "Al" would be a master at finding fault with Leigh's choices and suggestions. He'd a clear, crisp wit and may deliver zingers without batting a watch.

If Leigh recommended a have a picnic, Al responded with complaints concerning the challenges of fireside bugs, killer bees, and sudden thunderstorms. Whenever she designed a suggestion, Al would discourse on which was wrong using the idea and why it can't work.

If he did accept accompany certainly one of Leigh's ideas or suggestions, he always expected the more serious or spoken concerning the negative aspects. Additionally, Al was very critical.

The restaurant they attempted was "too costly," the dinner conversation with buddies was "too boring," the film was "too lengthy," the weekend camping trip was "an excessive amount of work," a present from a relative was "stingy," and also the people in the chapel they visited were "hypocrites." His boss is "a fool,Inch his job "sucks," and the existence is "the starts."

Since an adverse attitude is extremely contagious, it had been challenging for Leigh to be with Al and never lose her normally positive orientation. She frequently felt drained and deflated in spirit after her interactions with Al. When she recognized he was increasingly negative the older they got which she was beginning to resent his attitude, she consulted beside me.

Eight Steps to beat Negativity

If you are within the same situation--married to some spouse with an adverse attitude--I'd provide you with the same recommendations which i gave Leigh. Here's you skill:

1.Deliberately cultivate relationships along with other people and couples who've positive attitudes and who're fun to be with. Attempt to expand both you and your spouse's circle of buddies to incorporate couples who'd be great heroines for the mate and spend some time with individuals couples.

Reduce investing time with buddies who encourage your spouse's negative comments and attitude and gradually with time consider adding people and couples who're strong positive influences.

2.Ensure that you have buddies, activities, hobbies, and interests inside your existence that "feed your soul" and assist you to remain on an optimistic track. If things inside your marriage aren't what you want these were, you will want to locate satisfaction and pleasure in other locations to help keep you centered and balanced psychologically.

Pay attention to inspiring tunes and browse inspiring books. "Feed" yourself eating too much positive messages that encourage and keep you motivated.

3.Monitor your emotions to be certain that you are not receiving twisted in what exactly are generally known as "co-dependency" issues. This is when you enable your mood be determined and hang by another person.

A good example could be should you be depressed all day long since your spouse was at a poor mood at breakfast. Simply because he's inside a funk does not imply that you cannot come with an enjoyable day. It's not necessary to enable your mate's mood determine your mood or spoil your entire day.

Don't hand out your individual energy. Be responsible for creating your personal happiness rather than being so affected from your spouse's negative attitude.

4.Have a gratitude journal in which you list what you are grateful for every day. Make up the practice of discussing together with your spouse stuff that you are grateful for. While dining, for instance, you may discuss how useful the clerk in the supermarket was or tell concerning the favor a co-worker did for you personally that you simply appreciate.

If you are grateful for visiting a beautiful bird or perhaps a lovely flowering tree, share your emotions. If you think fortunate through the kindness of the friend, share that. Even when that which you say does not impact your mate, you have to hear yourself indicating gratitude and appreciation for that gifts that you have received. This allows you to keep centered on what's right together with your existence rather than wrong by using it.

5. Do not judge your partner or make her or him "wrong" to be so negative. You will find many factors that may influence an individual's attitudes: the attitudes they learned using their parents, their encounters becoming an adult, low self-esteem, intense stress, depression, a routine of negative self-talk, existence disappointments and discouragement, and insufficient hope.

Sometimes people who're negative think they're being "realistic" or useful by "calling a spade a spade." Others might think they're witty for delivering clever "zingers" and criticisms.

6.Plan a time to speak to your lover regarding your concerns. Without sounding judgmental or "preachy," give some specific good examples of methods her (or his) negativity has influenced you considerably. Possibly your partner isn't even conscious of precisely how negative she's become, or possibly she's suffering from depression and requires to speak to her physician or perhaps a counselor.

In case your spouse responds in anger, stay relaxed and non-defensive. Condition that you would rather share your emotions now than ask them to fester subterranean and cause much more problems later.

7.If nothing changes after your engage with your spouse, write him (or her) instructions setting out your emotions and concerns regarding your responses to his negative attitude. Condition that you would like to anticipate your interactions and time with him, but you are afraid the continual negativity will ultimately affect your emotions.

Within the letter, inform your spouse just how much you value him as well as your marriage which you like him deeply. Request your mate to visit marriage counseling along with you to ensure that your marriage will remain strong and satisfying for the two of you.

8.In case your spouse isn't prepared to address the issue by speaking along with you or likely to counseling, make a scheduled appointment to determine a counselor on your own. You will need support and assist in identifying what the next thing must be--trying again to speak vocally or perhaps in writing, or attempting to adjust and accept things because they are, or perhaps in a serious situation, thinking about a brief marital separation.

You will need a deep resolve for remaining positive and upbeat to have the ability to withstand the strong negativity inside your marriage relationship. The encouraging news, however, is the fact that based on Robert H. Schuller, "It requires only one positive thought when given an opportunity to survive and thrive to overpower a whole military of negative ideas."

Gas Fire Ring by Camp Chef

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Searching For Honeymoon Ideas? Try Oklahoma's Romantic Cabin rentals

Are you currently planning an approaching honeymoon or possibly another honeymoon after reviving your vows? Would you like romance, scenic beauty, and solitude? You might like to consider one of several available Oklahoma romantic cabin rentals.

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If you want to guide an energetic lifestyle, outside activities abound in McCurtain County at Beavers Bend Condition Park. Miles of trails are for sale to hiking or watching birds. Area stables offer horseback trail rides for beginner through advanced riders with the forests and along surrounding ponds and rivers. In your ride, you might see deer, raccoons, squirrels, and when you use the wintertime, moving eagles. Some cabin rentals offer equestrian lodging for individuals who wish to bring their very own horses.

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Following a day's taking pleasure in all the wildlife, scenery, and activities the region needs to offer, retire for your cabin, where one can snuggle together while watching fire place or within blanket underneath the emerging stars.

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