Japanese troops only 3, 5 years only colonize Indonesia, but his cruelty as if beyond the Netherlands did. Not only loss in the material, but also in terms of mentality and respect.

When Indonesia almost got its freedom, there was a story of villagers nearby my country who told that a family of Japanese died. Having known that Japanese was very cruel when it ruled the village, the villager seemed want to take revenge. They destroyed everything of the Japanese house with fire and killed all the Japanese who lived in the house. The cruelest extermination of the villager happened to the Japanese girl; they made her naked with both of her hands tied up on the back.  She was forced to walk along the road and jumped herself into the high clips under the water fall. The girl supposed to have a sorrow death with pretty bleeding wound on the crashed head.

Six month later, the night atmosphere of the village was very different; it was getting hotter and hotter. It got a feeling that there would be something wrong with the villagers. The night animals sounded as if they knew what would be happening at that time.

Once, a man and his wife were in the bad room, they felt so restless and uncomfortable so that they had to keep awake. One of them said “I can’t sleep what about you?” “Neither do I” the man answered. After answering about that he managed to go out for taking a bath in the river, because he felt so hot. Soon after he got there, he took off his cloths and then swam in the river. It took him ten minutes and supposed to put on the cloths.

Suddenly the wind was blowing fast and made the night animals flying over with so many kinds of voices.  He found himself very scary and trembled, as if he had no bones shortly as he heard a terrifying laugh of the girls and showed creature with a long sharp nails sitting on the stone the place where he put the cloths. Calmly the creature took her head off with her hands and made it closer to the man, both of the eyes were foul and festering with a panhandled bleeding tongue. It seemed that she said if you know who I was. The man crushed her body nakedly; unfortunately he had no power to run a way. Finally he surrendered with full of pain when the sharp long nail stabbed into his eyes and the other one torn his stomach.

The villagers awoke when they heard a loud screaming from the river, but nobody could leave the house. The night was so different than that it used to be.

The following day his wife wanted to wash into the river and tried to search her husband, on her way there, she asked each villager about it. How lucky she was! She couldn’t find an answer. In the river where she used to wash, she found some dogs which had meal party on the body remains of her husband.

The woman whose husband got killed, crying and just could see the scared bleeding body remain in the river under the waterfall.

And what is that American Dream but in most cases the dream of material things? Most Americans are uncomfortable about their possessions, naturally looking out for the self and family before country— their idea of patriotism. America is the biggest producer and consumer of cars, clothes, and scientific devices than any other nation, but they live with these objects rather than by them. America is a consumer culture, and when they change what they buy, they also change who they are. It is high time to  think that most of the luxuries in life are dispensable. Living within one’s means, to reduce cost to its lowest terms if possible is important to keep the light in the home burning.

The Americans should stop talking about the American Dream for the time being and start listening to the Dream of the American: all for one, one for all, “to live together as brothers or perish together as fools.” Let the hearth in the home continue to glow and not allow the warm heart to stand still like a frozen waterfall when it is deprived of material things. When life  is greeted with joy in spite of the deprivation of material things, this becomes your  real success. Deprivation is a sharp word but in life it is sometimes necessary to lose than to gain. “A seed will only germinate when it dies.” ###

New year 2009 I took time to tour once more when concerning ten years didn’t see this waterfall, the change
360o occur in guests who visit this natural attraction, if you visit on a special moment sort of a celebration of latest Year’s or major holidays like Eid celebrations keagaam, you’ll feel the group that basically stood out, this scene is incredibly totally different if we have a tendency to visited within the time- usual time.

beautiful scenery and architectural giving her naturalness, the selection of the guests .. however sadly not berseunguh native government effort to facilitate this tour, simply atiny low example .. within the new year celebration is that the selection of tourists for day visits to waterfalls Bedengung infrequently created by parties who are solely involved mendapaatkan a profit, several acts of thuggery within the withdrawal of a price ticket to enter the positioning, particularly for those guests from out of city, as I localized natural to travel I actually have to affect a neighborhood youth provide (by force) entrance price ticket to three times the poll, the official price ticket truly was simply at the doorway to a location close to the bridge that was within the location of the waterfall, this event is already within the grasp by the manager however no sedikitput efforts of the govt / manager to place so as, it’s this that is incredibly unfortunate that I became re-think if you will visit exquisite tourist attraction during this village.

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Sights of concern is also the extent of awareness of the guests that littering either at or within the river, when viewed from the looks of their visit to the current attraction is that they’re educated, however why they are doing not extremely grasp what the environmental impact of their actions are nature of this lovely mess, my be a respect to the continuation of our surroundings they’re lacking or they didn’t grasp ….

Minecraft 1.8:
 Now everyone knows what Minecraft is and some of the things it can do, but according to notch and the team, the 1.8 update is going to change the game a lot, and most people can see that with the features that are going to be on the next update.
These features include: Oceans, Lakes, Rivers and Waterfalls, Thin Glass, Enderman (A new Mob), Chargeable Bows, More unique farming, Hunger Bar, Different Dungeons, NPC Villages and straight from PAX a few other features notch has said about will be, Cobb-webs, New Lighting and Experience Orbs.

Waterworks:
 A few of the new features involve water and I know from my own experiences that when I want to hide a base or make a base entrance I mainly use water to cover it, like having a waterfall and a big lake next to it so it doesn’t arouse and suspicion but with the new water features especially lakes and waterfalls it makes my job in base building a lot easier to do. With deeper oceans as well I can see a lot of players making large underwater bases or small outposts. And with the rivers it may make traveling by boat a bit easier as well as making your own small villages by and over the rivers.

Hunger and Experience:
 Both of the features I think will make this game more game like in the sense you will have to find food to get your health up and to keep it up, but the Hunger I think will also inspire the players to stockpile more food and build farms more farms as well. Now with the experience I’m not sure what to make of it only because not many details have been released about it, it may have something to do with the new combat system or maybe you can only use a certain kind of tool after you reach a certain amount of exp. i.e iron at 1000 and so on.

Different Dungeons and Ravines:
 Now this is one of my most liked features of Minecraft Dungeons, now again I can only speculate on the different Dungeons because I haven’t seen much about them but maybe they will be bigger or they will be interconnected I don’t know but I can’t wait to have a root around in then. The last thing is Ravines which I did write an article about before 1.7 came out because at that point the 1.7 update was going to be the Adventure Update but due to the high demand of pistons they were released before the rest of the update so click here to see the article.

Water dreams are most common during times when emotions are heightened such as an eminent wedding, change of residence, emigration to a new country or a life threatening surgery. In the interpretation of all dreams and particularly in water dreams – how you ‘felt’ has great significance.

Size / Depth

Larger bodies of water such as oceans, lakes and rivers may imply greater depth of emotion, while smaller pools of water may imply small residual feelings not yet resolved. Memories associated with these entities are also symbolic.

Calm / Clear

To see calm, clear water in a dream indicates inner contentment and peace. It is especially auspicious if it is a large body of water such as an ocean, which also indicates being in touch with spirituality.

Dirty

Muddy water is symbolic of muddy emotions about situations which may be causing feelings of confusion. When clear water dreams take over, previously unresolved situations will be ‘clearer’ in the conscious mind also.

Rough

A stormy sea may indicate that you feel angry about something or threatened by forces outside of your control. Struggling in rough water often indicates feeling overwhelmed by emotions.

Frozen

Frozen water represents frozen emotions or not being in touch with emotions. It may also indicate holding onto grievances with another person; freezing up or withdrawing feelings. It is symbolic of ‘stopped’ emotions.

Lake / Waterfall

A lake represents an emotional group. A waterfall often represents emotions on the edge, which must empty into a main pool; a cleansing of negative emotion, re-energizing, and a return to peace.

Ocean / Waves

A calm sea may show inner contentment and peace of mind. A stormy sea with many waves may indicate that you feel angry about something or threatened by forces outside of your control.

Rain / Storm

Rain in a dream foretells improvements that will bring joy, such as a sense of freedom from a failing relationship (tears).  Dreaming of being soaked by a rainstorm denotes prosperity through an emotional loss such as an inheritance

Swimming / Floating

Swimming or floating in clear water bodes well for emotional fulfilment. Swimming with other people in clear water indicates emotional support. Swimming lengths of a pool implies building up emotional stamina for a long-term commitment.

Walking on Water

To dream of walking on water indicates total control over emotions. It also suggests needing to ‘stay on top’ of emotions and retain emotional control. It is also symbolically a dream of emotional confidence. 

Struggling / Drowning

To see water rising around you, or you are struggling in water indicates feeling overwhelmed by emotions, often through a lack of communication. To dream of being lost at sea represents an overload of emotions giving rise to confusion.

Thirst / Drinking

Being thirsty in a dream indicates a craving for emotional enrichment. Being able to quench your thirst is a sign of achievement. If the drink is sweet it may represent a sweet relationship, whereas if it is sour, it may indicate a challenge.

Boiling

To dream that water is boiling, suggests that you are expressing some emotional turmoil. Feelings from your unconscious are surfacing and ready to be acknowledged. You need to let out some steam. 

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It is not often when a state park is associated with the words “unknown phenomenon.”  But these are the words that are attached to the Judge C. R. Magney State Park in Minnesota. The C.R. Magney State Park has long been the center of many geological scientific experiments and observations; experiments and observation that have revealed little in the way of answers.  So, what is the cause of all this commotion?  Well, believe it or not, a simple waterfall, known as Devil’s Kettle located within C.R. Magney State Park is the reason.

The Devil’s Kettle Phenomenon

Devils Kettle has puzzled geographers and geologists for many years.  Running through the state of Minnesota, the Brulle River ends in a very puzzling fashion, at Devil’s Kettle.  The river splits in two.  Half of it plunges off a fifty foot cliff into a waiting pool below.  The other half runs into a very mysterious pot hole, seemingly disappearing for ever.  No one knows for certain what happens to the water that disappears into the pothole.  There is no known outlet; it is almost as it the pothole at Devils Kettle leads to some mysterious void. Water, tree branches, rocks, boulders, and anything else thrown in just seem to vanish forever. 

Researchers, in hopes of discovering where the pot hole at Devil’s Kettle leads, have dropped dyes and colored ping pong balls into this swirling vortex, but to no avail.  Everything, including the water, just disappears, to never be seen or heard from again.  As foreboding as it sounds, nothing ever comes out of the Devils kettle. 

Explanation of Devil’s Kettle

Of course, there are plenty of logical explanations for the Devil’s Kettle phenomenon. Probably one of the most popular is that the water either rejoins the river later down stream, or that it enters Lake Superior through some undetected underground entrance. There is also the possibility of the water entering some network of volcanic fissures, which were created when the rock was formed some billion years ago. 

It should, however, be noted that these are just theories, based on very little evidence.  No one knows for certain what happens to something when it enters that pothole at the base of Devils kettle. It could be a very simple explanation, with sound logic and reason.  Or maybe there is some other, more paranormal phenomenon at work.  No one knows. 

One thing is for certain.  Devil’s Kettle is a great geological phenomenon to behold.  If you are ever near the   Judge C. R. Magney state park in Minnesota, you should stop and take a look.  Who knows, you just might be able to add some more insight into the whole Devil’s Kettle conundrum. 

I’m a collector, you see, of ‘stuff’ – all sorts of ‘stuff’.  Take a look!  Prints and paintings, photograph albums, paperbacks and beautifully bound books, jewellery and junk, hugging me tight. 

 My world is filled with memories from last month, last year, last decade, all the way back to the last half-century – and way beyond!

I inherited my Grandmother’s china dogs: huge, fierce-looking Alsatians, snarling. My gran was born in 1899, and they’ve been around since my mother was a child – so, they’re old: antiques, I guess, but scary, nonetheless.  They sat on her sideboard in the parlour and used to frighten the life out of me when I was a child! Still do!  They live in my attic now. Out of the way!  I have her diamante necklace and an amethyst brooch.  They give me pause to chuckle!  Really fancied herself in her “jewels” did my Nanna!

I have the impressionist landscapes that my mum painted at art class.  She exhibited some of her work at the local library.  I was the proud daughter!  And I have her Beatles and Pink Floyd albums. Ah, yes! She was ‘with it’, my Mum!

My Mum and Dad’s first-ever purchase together sits in my hall – a lovely oak table that serves as my telephone table. 

It sat in our living room in Liverpool where I used to sit and draw pictures when I was a little girl.  It takes me back to a glorious childhood – playing hopscotch and ‘two-ball’ in the back lane of the city where I was born and bred, swapping beads and playing marbles in the school playground.  I’m reminded of my playmates, roller-skating and cycling with my best friend around the city streets.  Hardly a car in sight in those days!

If you browse through my ‘stuff’ gathered over the years, you’ll see my collection of cats. Pottery cats, china cats, comic cats and pretty cats, sacred cats from Egypt and the two Siamese cats from Disney’s ‘Lady and the Tramp’.  I bought ‘Si’ and ‘Am’ with my pocket-money when I was five years old. I wonder if you remember:

   “We are Siam-ee-se if you ple-e-ase”?

            Take a walk in the garden and see the pine cones and fir cones I popped into my pocket when I was in the Scottish Highlands, the Peak District, the Isle of Skye. They sit on my patio, in a terracotta pot I bought in Bali – ah! Bali, with its volcano and paddy fields and endless white sandy beaches; sand-crabs scuttling along the shore-line; palm trees waving in the hot, sticky breeze.

Sitting next to my terracotta pot, there’s a hand-woven basket I bought in a vineyard in Provence.  It contains my pretty stones from historic sites all over the world.  There’s one I picked up inside the small pyramid at Giza in Cairo. That was an amazing experience! Egypt brings back visions of temples so ancient and enormous they actually take your breath away: Ramses guarding his temple at Abu Simbel – I sat on his foot and all at once I knew what it was like to be the size of an ant!  I watched children dancing with cattle on the banks of the Nile, laughing with delight as they waved at our boat cruising lazily by.  If you leaf through my photograph albums, you’ll see the pictures that capture it all.

Open my trinket boxes that hold twenty-or-so charms from all over the world: from Brittany to Bangkok, Holland to Hong-Kong.  There’s a kangaroo and a dolphin from Australia.

They transport me to a time when rock wallabies and possums took a sneaky peek into our bush camp and wandered in to eat our leftover barbeque!  In Australia, I swam with wild dolphins, their downy bristles brushing against me as they played ‘tag’ around me. I saw a mob of emus lurching through the bush and a troop of kangaroos skipping wildly over the road to avoid our land rover.  I met a dingo on my way out of the bush toilet.  He was indifferent – I was amazed!

Wander into my bedroom, festooned with elephants: wooden carvings from India, stone statues from Africa – a beautiful baby one, sculpted by my best friend as a 60th birthday gift. 

 Glance up at the walls and there’s my elephant gallery: a parchment print of god-like Ganesh, bought in Nepal, at the foothills of the Himalaya mountains, their snow-tipped peaks incongruous with the heat of the day;

a batik print from Zanzibar, of a majestic bull-elephant, angrily butting a palm. When I look at it, I can picture the islands of Zanzibar, where the bustling spice markets contrast with the languorous, dreamy shores; a portrait of ‘Rupa’, my wonderful elephant friend who lives in a sanctuary in Goa. 

 She let me ride her bare-back after I’d washed her down with a scrubbing brush! In Goa, I swam in a circular pool, beneath a thunderous waterfall, with jumping salmon as big as cats!  I trekked in the jungle!

I travelled to Karnataka, squashed like a sardine, in a hot, dusty train that trundled through vast areas of wilderness to a hidden ancient city with a temple dedicated to Shiva that housed elephants who blessed you for a

dollar!

Perhaps I should invest in a Turkish carpet.  It could take me on its mystical, mythical silken threads to visit fabulous faraway lands.  Perhaps that carpet could take me through time to explore pleasant pastimes and to reminisce with loved ones long-gone.

Or maybe there’s no need to take that intrepid trip on a magic carpet.  Perhaps that magic is right here, on my walls and bookcases; in my trinket boxes and photograph albums.

You know, it is!  It really is!                                                                                     

                                              THE END                                                    

©Sheila Newton 2010

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Ira’s sister, Sarah, was married to Charles Littles. Charles was a lawyer and was known around the city as an abusive drunken lout who was obsessively jealous of his wife. Ira loved his sister dearly, perhaps literally as there were reports from family members that they occasionally shared the same bed and sometimes naked, and the abuse Sarah received at the hands of her husband upset Ira. Reportedly Ira was also worried that the drunken Littles would eventually let it slip to people that Ira had spent time in jail.

Whatever the reason, Ira and Sarah decided to do away with Charles Littles. On the evening of December 19, 1857, Sarah left the house and Ira told Charles she was going to meet her lover. An enraged Charles smashed a wooden chair and grabbed an arm from the chair as a weapon and Ira brought an iron mallet for his weapon. Ira told Charles that Sarah was headed for a rendezvous near the High Falls along the Genesee River. Ira knew about a man who had slipped off a nearby bridge and went over the high falls and died and Ira thought he could kill Charles near the falls and make it look like another accident.

Image via Wikipedia (High Falls where murder took place)

When the two men neared the bank by the High Falls, Ira struck Charles Littles with a sudden blow with the iron mallet, smashing the skull and killing him instantly. Ira then threw the body over the bank thinking it would fall into the river and be washed away downstream into Lake Ontario. But instead of hearing a splash, Ira heard a thud as the body landed on a ledge some 30 feet down. Cursing his luck, Ira began climbing down to the ledge but he slipped in the darkness and broke his left arm as he landed next to his victim on the ledge. Ira wore glasses and during his tumble lost them. He searched for them but with a broken arm he soon gave up and devoted his energy to pushing Charles Littles body over the edge into the river. With great effort he managed to push his victim over the ledge and then Ira collapsed and passed out for a few minutes. Upon awakening he called out to his sister above to come to his aid. As Sarah started climbing down the bush she was clinging to gave way and she tumbled onto the ledge breaking her left wrist as she landed. In great pain the two of them searched in vain for Ira’s glasses but could not find them. They then scrambled with great effort to the top and went home taking the iron mallet with them and then washed themselves and the mallet.

The next day some young boys were playing by the river and found the body of Charles Littles. After being pushed over the ledge by Ira Stout, the body had struck a flat rock and landed on the edge of the water too far away for the current to take it. Next to the body were the chair limb Charles had taken as a weapon, Ira’s glasses and one of Sarah’s scarves.

Ira Stout was charged with the murder and the case went to trial. During the trial it was revealed by family members that Sarah and Ira likely had an incestuous relationship as they sometimes shared a bed unclothed. It was also revealed that Sarah had been badly abused by Charles Littles. In the end, on April 24, 1858, Marion Ira Stout was convicted of murder and sentenced to hang in June. Ira’s lawyer gained a stay of execution as he argued for a retrial.

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During this time Ira Stout became somewhat famous and both Susan B. Anthony and Frederick Douglass wrote to the Governor asking for Stout’s life to be spared since he rescued his sister from an abusive marriage.

Stout wrote letters to the local papers and also entertained a number of female visitors during this time and even had one of them attempt to sneak poison to him so he could commit suicide. The poor girl ended up ingesting the poison herself by accident and barely survived the ordeal. Ira also attempted to slash his own wrists when another woman smuggled a lancet in to him. But a prison guard saw the blood and Stout was saved. 

The appeal for a new trail was not allowed and on October 22, 1858, Marion Ira Stout was hung. But even the hanging was botched. Despite a plunge of 8 feet from the scaffolding door, Ira’s neck did not break. According to witnesses he struggled mightily for eight minutes doing a mad jig for life that forced many in the crowd to look away. The doctors on hand took his pulse after 8 minutes and reported it to be “as full as in life”. After 30 minutes Ira Stout was finally declared dead. But that still was not the end of this mad but true tale.

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The next day a newspaper reported a rumor that galvanic batteries had been used on Stout after the hanging to try and bring him back to life “like Frankenstein’s monster”. But Stout was dead and buried in Mount Hope Cemetery (as are Susan B. Anthony and Frederick Douglass).

Source (Grave marker for Marion Ira Stout)

For another High Falls story see Sam Patch: America’s First Real Daredevil and Modern Celebrity. For more about Niagara Falls see Most Popular Suicide Sites.