Naracoorte Caves.

The Naracoorte Caves would have been known to the local Aboriginal people for thousands of years and as soon as white pastoralists moved into the district in 1845 the caves were discovered by them also. By 1885 the caves were receiving so many visitors that the state government appointed a caretaker to the caves to prevent vandalism. The forest reserve here was controlled by the Department of Woods and Forests. In 1915 fifty acres of this reserve were transferred to the Department of Immigrant and Tourisms. In 1969 the Victoria fossil cave was discovered and its ancient megafauna and skeletons were recognised as having international importance. Consequently the Naracoorte Caves Pleasure Resort was created as a Conservation Park in 1972. In 1994 it became only the second place in Australia listed on the World Heritage Register. In 2001 the reserve became the Naracoorte Caves National Park and in 2007 it was added to the Australian Heritage Register. Of the 28 known caves only four are open to the public but they include the Victoria Fossil cave. The visitor centre with its displays of fossils, bones and ancient marsupials and megafauna is known as the Wonambi Fossil Centre. The caves developed in this limestone ridge which is easily eroded by water and the Victoria Cave is known for the skeletons and thousands of Pleistocene animal remains including marsupials. The Pleistocene geological age covers the period of many glaciations from around 12,000 years ago to around 2.5 million years ago. Pleistocene fossil bones were first recorded in 1859 by Father Tenison Woods the well-known South East Catholic priest and mentor to Saint Mary McKillop. Next in 1908 Professor Stirling found a prehistoric marsupial lion-like skeleton in the cave and this was followed by more discoveries in the 1960s of extinct kangaroos by palaeontologist Rod Wells of Finders University and others. Visitors were allowed into part of the new fossil cave in 1971 and it was renamed Victoria Fossil Cave in 1975. The fossils are extensive and date back to 280,000 years before present. Ninety three species have been discovered among the tens of thousands of bone fragments including our Ice Age megafauna - and bones of Tasmanian tigers( Thylacine), Tasmanian devils, wallabies, possums, birds and reptiles mainly snakes, turtles, lizards etc. The cave is popular with tourists because of its lighted skeletons of marsupials.

Beluga, Pepsi - Lead dogs

Shusana, Churrie - Swing dogs

Musky - Team dog

Alder, Wesley - Wheel dogs.

This is good, my leaders lying down and typical behavior of Beluga, grooming his paws.

Getting in our last runs of the season here. Hoping our trails hold up for another couple of weeks. Night temps are still relatively cool, but daytime is now heading above freezing.

Creamer's Field Migratory Wildlife Refuge, Winter trails, Fairbanks, Alaska. April 10, 2014.

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Hynam.

After the pastoral era the land here was surveyed and put up for sale from around 1872 although the Hundred of Jessie was not formally gazetted until 1875. The original pastoral property, the 37,000 acres Hynam Estate was taken up by John and Adam Smith in 1847. Their fine stone woolshed visible from the highway was built in the early 1850s and still stands. When land was put up for sale for farming in the early 1870s Adam Smith bought up freehold land. In July 1877 after his death 37,000 acres of freehold land was offered for sale. It was sold for £110,000 and purchased by his sons who continued to run the property which after a few years was run by William Smith and Co. A cemetery, later enclosed by a stone wall, was established in 1875 near their woolshed and among the handful of burials were those of Adam Smith in 1876 and his wife Jane. In 1876 after the Kingston railway reached Naracoorte the government announced plans for a railway through what is now Hynam to Custon. The route was finalised in 1878 and the village of Hynam emerged. It began with a Post Office in 1878 and a tiny provisional government school in 1879 but more settlers arrived when the railway siding opened in 1885. Hynam soon had a local hall and a store. From 1912 Hynam had a weatherboard Anglican Church and in the 1930s through to at least the 1950s Hynam also had a Presbyterian Church. The Smiths of Hynam Estate were staunch Presbyterians. Town blocks were offered for sale in 1912 and the town of Hynam was officially created in 1900 as Hynam East. It became Hynam in 1941. The railway line at Hynam closed to freight trains in 1995. The old timber framed Hynam school was enlarged in 1904 and then a new Mt Gambier stone school was built on another site in 1935. It cost £810 but is now closed as a school.

After her very successful race on the first day of the year. Amelia ran in the two dog/1mile class race with a double lead of Churrie and Shusana.

And just over one half of the BeingThere dog gang.

Front to back, left and right:

Sandy-Churrie

Pepsi-Shusana

Beluga-Musky

Alder-Wesley

There are always changes. This season I have retired "the pups" (Frodo, Salty, Ruby) at nearly 14 years of age, although they are still capable of and enjoy shorter runs in team (and they desperately want to go!). As Beluga (almost 13 now) and Pepsi (11) age they are less interested in being lead dogs. Churrie at 12 still shines in lead and now Sandy (10 years) has become my other main leader. I've also been running Shusana in lead and swing, grooming her for the top position. So I'm down to just eight running dogs now and anticipate retiring at least two more at the end of this season and slowly easing my way out of dog mushing. With mixed emotions of course. But for now I will be in the now with them and enjoy the ride.

Alira is in the basket and Kathy tends her team behind.

Lugar donde se realizó el Congreso Nacional Argentino de ADMA.

ADMA: Asociación de María Auxiliadora, fundada por Don Bosco en 1869, es un grupo de la Familia Salesiana,

Es una asociación de laicos, para difundir la devoción a la Auxiliadora según el espíritu de Don Bosco.

Francisco Pacheco (1564-1644) - "Retrato de adma e caballero orantes", circa 1630

Naracoorte Caves.

The Naracoorte Caves would have been known to the local Aboriginal people for thousands of years and as soon as white pastoralists moved into the district in 1845 the caves were discovered by them also. By 1885 the caves were receiving so many visitors that the state government appointed a caretaker to the caves to prevent vandalism. The forest reserve here was controlled by the Department of Woods and Forests. In 1915 fifty acres of this reserve were transferred to the Department of Immigrant and Tourisms. In 1969 the Victoria fossil cave was discovered and its ancient megafauna and skeletons were recognised as having international importance. Consequently the Naracoorte Caves Pleasure Resort was created as a Conservation Park in 1972. In 1994 it became only the second place in Australia listed on the World Heritage Register. In 2001 the reserve became the Naracoorte Caves National Park and in 2007 it was added to the Australian Heritage Register. Of the 28 known caves only four are open to the public but they include the Victoria Fossil cave. The visitor centre with its displays of fossils, bones and ancient marsupials and megafauna is known as the Wonambi Fossil Centre. The caves developed in this limestone ridge which is easily eroded by water and the Victoria Cave is known for the skeletons and thousands of Pleistocene animal remains including marsupials. The Pleistocene geological age covers the period of many glaciations from around 12,000 years ago to around 2.5 million years ago. Pleistocene fossil bones were first recorded in 1859 by Father Tenison Woods the well-known South East Catholic priest and mentor to Saint Mary McKillop. Next in 1908 Professor Stirling found a prehistoric marsupial lion-like skeleton in the cave and this was followed by more discoveries in the 1960s of extinct kangaroos by palaeontologist Rod Wells of Finders University and others. Visitors were allowed into part of the new fossil cave in 1971 and it was renamed Victoria Fossil Cave in 1975. The fossils are extensive and date back to 280,000 years before present. Ninety three species have been discovered among the tens of thousands of bone fragments including our Ice Age megafauna - and bones of Tasmanian tigers( Thylacine), Tasmanian devils, wallabies, possums, birds and reptiles mainly snakes, turtles, lizards etc. The cave is popular with tourists because of its lighted skeletons of marsupials.

Hynam.

After the pastoral era the land here was surveyed and put up for sale from around 1872 although the Hundred of Jessie was not formally gazetted until 1875. The original pastoral property, the 37,000 acres Hynam Estate was taken up by John and Adam Smith in 1847. Their fine stone woolshed visible from the highway was built in the early 1850s and still stands. When land was put up for sale for farming in the early 1870s Adam Smith bought up freehold land. In July 1877 after his death 37,000 acres of freehold land was offered for sale. It was sold for £110,000 and purchased by his sons who continued to run the property which after a few years was run by William Smith and Co. A cemetery, later enclosed by a stone wall, was established in 1875 near their woolshed and among the handful of burials were those of Adam Smith in 1876 and his wife Jane. In 1876 after the Kingston railway reached Naracoorte the government announced plans for a railway through what is now Hynam to Custon. The route was finalised in 1878 and the village of Hynam emerged. It began with a Post Office in 1878 and a tiny provisional government school in 1879 but more settlers arrived when the railway siding opened in 1885. Hynam soon had a local hall and a store. From 1912 Hynam had a weatherboard Anglican Church and in the 1930s through to at least the 1950s Hynam also had a Presbyterian Church. The Smiths of Hynam Estate were staunch Presbyterians. Town blocks were offered for sale in 1912 and the town of Hynam was officially created in 1900 as Hynam East. It became Hynam in 1941. The railway line at Hynam closed to freight trains in 1995. The old timber framed Hynam school was enlarged in 1904 and then a new Mt Gambier stone school was built on another site in 1935. It cost £810 but is now closed as a school.

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“Um...”

“What have they done.” His voice was more warning and demanding than questioning. “Tell me now, Daeran.”

“Sir, they have dishonored my late father, his house, me, and my mother.”

“Is that it?”

“No.”

Thrundin sighed. He took out an array of weapons, then set them out onto the large oak table. “I shall punish them for that, they do need to improve their moods. Don’t you think?”

“I don’t see as I have a say, Sire.”

“If I ask you, then you have a say. I shan’t repeat myself.”

“Yes, my Lord.”

“What do you think would be the proper punishment for them?” Daeran couldn’t believe it. The king was asking him about his sons and what would be the best way to punish them. “I have tried almost everything and nothing has worked, so I am open to any and all suggestions.”

“I don’t know ,Sir.”

“Very well, I shall ask it of someone else.” There was a few moments of silence, then Thrundin spoke again. “Vanheri said you fought well.”

“I wasn’t aware she was watching me fight, Sire.”

“She says she had never met any other who could kill that many Gradonuls in such a short time besides me. What drove you on?”

“They killed my Adma.”

Thrundin nodded. “She has a strange way with telling stories, Vanheri. She has feelings for you.” Daeran was shocked, but how? She seemed familiar, but he couldn’t remember why.

“How is that, Sire?”

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The setting sun casts its final golw on the clouds behind the new Denver City and County Administration builnd and the Adma's Mark Hotel in Civic Center of downtown Denver.

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New Companions

Quwemina looked up. A tall tree covered in knife marks was towering over her. Her light blonde hair was wavy, long and smooth; her light blue eyes watched the sky carefully, scanning and observing what she could. It was almost dark so she knew she had to head home to her Adma, Aka, and younger brother Dero. She saw movement in the bushes, almost like a small dragon's tail had peeped out. She came nearer the bushes. "Who's there? Come out." Her dagger was ready in hand when a medium sized dragon came out. "Oh. It's you."

"Who else should it be? Did you bring my fish?"

"Yeah, I brought them." She threw the fish toward the dragon. "Are you going to come to the village tonight?"

"Fine. One, two, three, four, five… Twelve. You owe me five more."

"Just because you saved Dero from drowning and I didn't doesn't mean I owe you fish every night, Jillit."

"Really, Mina? You were the one who watched but didn't help at all."

"Oh shut up."

"No. I'm older than you by centuries so I don't have to listen to a youngling like you."

"Fine." Mina growled. Dero came running up. His light brown, shaggy hair was wild; his one eye was missing, but that will be explained later. His remaining eye was a bright gold with green specks, his face was an unhealthy pale that looked like sea foam on the waves.

"Mina, Aka needs you. Adma's really sick." He ran back toward the village, his slender, tall frame was odd and unnatural for an elf boy of thirteen. He ran quickly, his sister close behind and Jillit flew above them. Cerien the town blacksmith bent over the pale figure that was in the bed. His hair was shorter, and grey; his eyes were a dull blue as they looked down at his wife. "Aka, Mina's here." Cerien nodded, then motioned for all three of them to come closer.

"Yes, Aka?" They asked. Except Jillit, he stayed in a corner eating a fish he brought along.

"Come bid your Adma goodbye." Tears streamed down Mina's face, Dero obeyed silently, whispering thanks to his mother, and after saying a quick prayer he returned next to his sister. Mina looked down at her Adma, her face was pale now, her mother's dark blonde hair was white now, almost white enough to match her skin. She prayed, and bid her goodbye. A yell came from outside. Jillit ran out, then dropped his fish from his mouth.

"Gradonuls!" He shouted. Cerien gave Dero a sword and each a knapsack full of provisions.

"Get out of here. Now. I can't go with you, I have to stay and fight. Go!" The three ran into the woods, Dero looked back for just a moment. Denraz was standing in their hut's doorway. He looked back once more. Cerien dropped to Denraz's feet, dead. They ran faster than ever now.

Daeran, Gesfae, Taol, Hellian, Kan, Lero, Andrin, and Ryian trekked slowly on. They were tired after almost two months of traveling. Dero saw their dragons, then ran to Mina. "Travelers coming down the road and heading this way."

"Go ahead and see more. Jillit and I am going to hide." Dero rolled his eyes.

"Typical, selfish Quwemina." He muttered. He shapeshifted into a hawk, then flew off.

"Kan! Kan! Kan! Kan! Kan! Kan! Ka-"

"Soot! Shut up! What do you want?"

"HAWK!"

"Soot! Stop it! It can't hurt you and you know it." Kan yelled at the little red bird. The hawk circled, then landed on a branch. "Hello there, just to make Soot feel better, don't eat him!" The hawk laughed like a human. "Okay then… Creepy." Soot hid in Gesfae's beard, the middle of the beard were Soot hid shook. Again, a human like laugh came from the hawk.

"Quwemina! Jillit! You guys can come out now! It's Ryian!" Dero returned to his original form after landing on the ground.

"Stop calling me my full name!" Yelled Mina, she disliked her name a lot and hated to be called that. "Ryian! Where have you been?"

"Same old Quwemina? I've been in my homeland, why? What happened? Dero, you go back to your hawk shape and ride on my shoulder. Mina you've already got a dragon, so you're going to have to use that."

"I'm not any dragon, my name's Jillit of the Great Plains and partially a dwarf dragon."

"I'll do better walking, thank you." Dero shapeshifted into a large dragon from the dwarven mountains after flying high. He landed beside Mina.

"Get on." He growled. She climbed onto his dragon form's back.

"You could've made a saddle." She whined.

"Shut up. Or you're walking after I drop you off in the middle of nowhere!" Ryian laughed quietly to himself.

"You know these elves?" Asked Daeran. During most of the journey he had been unusually quiet, worrying about Vanheri.

"Know them? They raised me when my parents were fighting each other. They were both from different clans. We grew up together and I guess they're my family now."

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Naracoorte Caves.

The Naracoorte Caves would have been known to the local Aboriginal people for thousands of years and as soon as white pastoralists moved into the district in 1845 the caves were discovered by them also. By 1885 the caves were receiving so many visitors that the state government appointed a caretaker to the caves to prevent vandalism. The forest reserve here was controlled by the Department of Woods and Forests. In 1915 fifty acres of this reserve were transferred to the Department of Immigrant and Tourisms. In 1969 the Victoria fossil cave was discovered and its ancient megafauna and skeletons were recognised as having international importance. Consequently the Naracoorte Caves Pleasure Resort was created as a Conservation Park in 1972. In 1994 it became only the second place in Australia listed on the World Heritage Register. In 2001 the reserve became the Naracoorte Caves National Park and in 2007 it was added to the Australian Heritage Register. Of the 28 known caves only four are open to the public but they include the Victoria Fossil cave. The visitor centre with its displays of fossils, bones and ancient marsupials and megafauna is known as the Wonambi Fossil Centre. The caves developed in this limestone ridge which is easily eroded by water and the Victoria Cave is known for the skeletons and thousands of Pleistocene animal remains including marsupials. The Pleistocene geological age covers the period of many glaciations from around 12,000 years ago to around 2.5 million years ago. Pleistocene fossil bones were first recorded in 1859 by Father Tenison Woods the well-known South East Catholic priest and mentor to Saint Mary McKillop. Next in 1908 Professor Stirling found a prehistoric marsupial lion-like skeleton in the cave and this was followed by more discoveries in the 1960s of extinct kangaroos by palaeontologist Rod Wells of Finders University and others. Visitors were allowed into part of the new fossil cave in 1971 and it was renamed Victoria Fossil Cave in 1975. The fossils are extensive and date back to 280,000 years before present. Ninety three species have been discovered among the tens of thousands of bone fragments including our Ice Age megafauna - and bones of Tasmanian tigers( Thylacine), Tasmanian devils, wallabies, possums, birds and reptiles mainly snakes, turtles, lizards etc. The cave is popular with tourists because of its lighted skeletons of marsupials.

571.- EXPLORE # 293 10-10-2008

Homenaje a Don Bosco, fundador de la Congregación Salesiana.

Esta, estatua, se encuentra en el Colegio "Manuel Arriaran Barros" en la Cisterna, casa salesiana que nos acogió en los primeros días de este mes, al realizarse el 7º Congreso Nacional de ADMA.

En el Congreso hemos hecho contacto con muchas personas... algunas no las volveremos a ver... otras ya son conocidas de anteriores oportunidades... hemos hecho nuevos contactos, quizá nuevos amigos... ya que la amistad se cultiva... de a poco va creciendo... se va fortaleciendo y cuando es verdadera, nada la podrá destruir.

Los momentos que vivimos, todos importantes... muchas veces pasan inadvertidos para nosotros mismos... quedan grabados en nuestro recuerdo... son fortaleza de nuestro espíritu.

Hemos aprendido muchas cosas en todos los aspectos, en especial en lo espíritual hemos salido fortalecidos... hemos adquirido nuevos desafíos... lo más importante... hemos estado en comunión con María Auxiliadora y con el Señor que nos da la fortaleza... nos conduce por los caminos de la oración... del amor. ¡Gracias Señor por este gran regalo!

Noordwijk aan Zee 25-03-1979. Adams, Handley t/a Victory Tours VJT 458S, Bedford YLQ / Plaxton Supreme new in January 1978.

Se comenzó la construcción a fines de la década de 1880 para albergar a la virgen que ya había sido cuidada en muchos lados como santuarios y capillas y se terminó a mediados de la década de 1930. Todo esto fue idea de Jorge María Salvaire, un ex misionero.

Mide 100,5 metros de altura y con cruces aproximadamente 108 metros. En junio de 2000 la cruz de la torre oeste se cayó desde 100 metros, no hubo heridos ni daños materiales ya que era casi medianoche, una semana después se sacó la otra cruz por precaución. Después de este suceso comenzó la restauración que incluyó limpieza y agregado de nuevas cruces hechas en el astillero Río Santiago de Ensenada. Además, se restaurarán vitrales, arañas, pisos, y todo lo incluido en el interior de dicha Basílica, además de llevar a cabo una restauración completa de la plaza Belgrano (frente a la Basílica), y zonas aledañas, como la Avenida Nuestra Señora de Luján, luego de 70 años de un estancamiento y ausencia de obras de mantenimiento.

Otro hecho importantísimo, y uno de los más reconocidos a nivel nacional, fue el milagro de Nuestra Señora de Luján, que en las riberas del río Luján, decidió quedarse para siempre, al tiempo de realizar "El milagro de la Carreta". Ese hecho fue donde actualmente está la localidad de Zelaya en el Partido del Pilar Por esta razón, se conformó un pequeño poblado, la Villa de Nuestra Señora de Luján, también a orillas del río. Esta población, tomó importancia, tanta, que para evitar malones de indígenas, se creó el "Fuerte de Luján", que a su vez, y sin intención, formó la actual ciudad de Mercedes. Fue, y lo es todavía, lugar de asentamiento de empresas, mayormente textiles.

Francisco Pacheco (1564-1644) - "Retrato de adma e caballero orantes", circa 1630

Trail Break.

Shusana, Beluga - lead dogs.

Spring 2014.

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My dog Kazan, waiting in the truck after pulling me 6 miles skijoring on the ADMA trails in Fairbanks

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Being a tad into health & fitness + photography, it was an fantastic opportunity to meet Cathy Adams (4 times Miss Australia - Bodybuilding) & her partner Ian Cameron last year.

Good friend Mario Bekes, who organised the shoot, told me the other day that Cathy recently won her 4th Australian title. Congratulations Cathy!

Pre-oiled Cathy Admas Flex (front double bis) was captured early morning at Dee Why pool on Sydney's northern beaches. Under flash, Cathy's fake tan was doing some slightly weird stuff under arms.

This is from a series of photos. If you have time please take a look at some of the other captures in my Bodies set.

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La primavera nos viene regalando flores... por donde ponemos la mirada las encontramos unas más bellas que otras... todas con su hermoso colorido...con su aroma que llena el aire de suaves y deliciosos olores... la brisa de la tarde va pasando tímida y alegre esparciendo éste dulce regalo.

Este ramillete me lo regaló el Señor en la mañana del Viernes, cuando asistí al 7º Congreso Nacional de ADMA, una de las ramas de la familia Salesiana.

Se prendó mi mirada en él y ahora lo comparto aquí con todos los amigos.

¡ Gracias Señor por tu infinita bondad... por todo lo que me das... por los bellos momentos...por los dolorosos momentos...por los hermanos que pones a mi lado... por los caminos que me haces recorrer ... por llamarme a servir... Gracias Señor!

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Spectators and finisher. Open North American Sled Dog Races, Day 1.

12 photos here taken on the Bluebell on the 31st of March 1963. This one is Adma Tank 488 at Sheffield Park.

"You have known her before, but not as Princess Vanheri, she used to wonder the streets in poor clothes."

"Was she the one who always helped Adma with the house while I was away?"

"Yes. She saw your mother as hers as well, no other lady else had ever treated her kindly like she did. Don't give her hope were only shadows and death lay, she will believe you and take your word over mine."

"Yes, King Thrundin."

"Come now, let's proceed to the dining hall." Daeran nodded, then followed Thrundin to the hall. The table was a good size, placed in the middle of the room. People were singing, dancing, and playing instruments while a few others were eating, drinking, and talking in loud voices. There were a few dwarves but not many. Solein was sitting at the other end of the long table, talking with his brothers and a few other people of high rank. Vanheri was still up in her room, Daeran wondered why she wasn't down yet. He sat by Thrundin as Vanheri came down, she looked even more lovely without her royal clothes that were now exchanged for a commoner's outfit of leather and dark brown cloth with as belt of dark blue wrapped around her waist. Her hair was back in a braid with smaller braids spread here and there, she looked like a dwarven woman but taller. "Vanheri, where is your white dress?"

"Aka, you know I hate white clothes."

"I know, but you look nice in them."

"I don't care, I still hate them."

Thrundin laughed as Vanheri sat as far away from him as possible. "She's reckless, isn't she?" Daeran asked, his face was on the brink of smiling.

"Yes, she is. Just like her mother." A messenger came to the king, his hair was astray, his clothes battered and ripped in the sleeve. "What is it?"

"Solein sent me to tell you not to trust the idiot who sits next to you."

"He beat you for refusing?"

"Yes, my lord."

"Send Solein to the dungeon by orders of his father and king, he shall not treat people like this. He shall be freed eventually if he softens up and becomes more generous."

"Yes, Sire."

"Well, be off with you! Enjoy the meal."

"Thank you, Sire!" Daeran laughed loud, he couldn't help it. A dance was going on and the ladies were searching for dance partners, he remembered this dance, everyone learned it after they were twenty years old. Vanheri came up to Daeran and Thrundin, eyes were filled with joy and her face was in a sweet smile.

"Which one will dance with me, I wonder." Thrundin pointed at Daeran.

"No, not me."

"As your King, I say go dance with my daughter, now go!" Vanheri grabbed Daeran by the hand, then they both started dancing. Thrundin had never seen Vanheri so happy, she did look nice in an odd way in the leather and dark clothes, her eyes smiled even if her mouth wasn’t turned up. Daeran had an odd expression, his curly hair didn't make him different, it was his personality. Even if he wasn't a prince, Thrundin wouldn't mind if the two really did love eachother. Daeran picked up an unoccupied fiddle, then started playing one of the more known songs that dwarven children all learned with their parents.

" Blue mountains iron hard

So much for coming home.

What is that of sound of some

Hard souled man with a card.

A long staff and sword of steel,

Tools of iron rust.

Used by Masters to complete the seal,

The seal of gold and silver dust.

Listen to the music that's heard below,

Down in the deeps of the mountains hard as stone.

That sound of blow upon blow,

And iron upon rock creates a sad melancholy tone.

But don't weep upon that fair ladies,

There's more music and cheer

Than the light hearted tinkling of a moving chandelier.

Those stones you hold dear were mined by men

Who don't mind the wailing and moaning of the wind.

Blue mountains iron hard

So much for coming home.

What is that of sound of some

Hard souled man with a card.

A long staff and sword of steel,

Tools of iron rust."

Everyone clapped at the end, the dwarves in the hall sang along with Daeran until the end. That song was one of the first to be sang in the whole of Donharlon, everyone knew their origin's oldest songs because of their parents who learned it from their parents and so on. Daeran took his seat again, setting the fiddle down where it had been. Thrundin got up, than told Daeran to come up with him. "I might ask of your attention, if you'll listen for a few minutes then I'll be letting you all get back to your merriment and drinking. Tonight is the coming of age ceremony, Daeran is the only one here who is the proper age. Tonight, I shall make him not only a proven man but now I shall honor the charge of which his mother and father had given me. He shall be under my protection, and no harm is to come to him lest I hear of it. Understood, Solein?" Solein nodded. "Now, Daeran, hold out our left arm." Daeran obeyed. "Hold still." Thrundin held out the weapon Daeran had chosen and cut his fore-arm four times, than took out a stone with the engraving of a dragon, placing it on Daeran's arm. Daeran wanted to pull away, but he held his ground. Once the stone was removed there was a burn of a dragon around his right hand's wrist. Thrundin poured a little water on it, it eased the pain to a very faint throbbing but not much pain. He held up Daeran's arm, the whole hall shouted for joy. The dragon was the mark of a dwarves and elves together. The dwarves alone had a scar of a tool or jewel, and an elf had one of a tree or flower.

Daeran sat back down. He felt tired, he had forgotten about it until now in all the excitement. Now the king was his guardian for the moment until he had his own home and land. Vanheri clasped his hand with a squeeze. "Good luck."

"Thanks, you too."

The hall went back to eating and drinking, some of the elves got drunk doing drinking contest with some of the dwarves. It ended in the dwarves winning and dead-drunken elves being well- drunken and nodding off or trying to kiss the lady they fancied without warning. The dwarves called for Daeran to come over and join them but he took the side of the elves seeing as he was only half dwarf and that would seem unfair for either of them. "Ready, set: DRINK!" They started, the others on the elves' team were already drunk on their third pint. Daeran and the dwarves were neck in neck. Eventually some of the dwarves became a little tipsy, only two more were left then Daeran would win in favor of the elves. "One to one!" Finals were hilarious for onlookers. Daeran and the dwarf called Gesfae who was already swaying a little. Soon enough he fell off his chair, everyone started laughing as Daeran helped him up to his feet and set him back onto his chair.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome. Stay right there until your at least a little more so sober."

"That I will. Gesfae, at your service." He would've bowed but he was still a little too wobbly to stand without falling.

"Daeran, at yours and your kin's." Gesfae nodded. "Are you going to be alright?" He nodded again. Daeran returned to his seat, acting a little tipsy, sat down, held Vanheri's head in his hands, then kissed her. Her cheeks flushed crimson as he kissed her, she didn't try to pull away, that was no use at all, he could just lean in closer. Thrundin laughed as he saw his daughter's face.

"Daeran, you are not tipsy at all!"

"I might be! No one knows but me." The dwarves and elves were laughing hard now, no one could resist laughing at Vanheri's shocked and blushed expressions. Even Thrundin was chuckling a little to himself.

The evening wore on, white stars shone pale with the full moon shining its warm yet cold light. Daeran and Gesfae sat talking, exchanging news about the different communities. The dwarves of the Golden Mountain and the Blue Rocks, along with those from the smaller group of mountains called the Silver Hills. At last they bid goodnight, Vanheri was waiting for Daeran in the hallway. Her arms were crossed, and her face was back to her non-blushing complexion. "Good evening, Vanheri."

"Good evening, Daeran." They walked down a little way, then stopped in front of Vanheri's bedroom door. "Daeran?"

"Yes, Vanheri?"

"Why did you kiss me in front of all those people? Wait, why did you even kiss me?"

"Was I that bad? I kissed you because I remember you."

"What do you mean?"

"Ah! You need to answer my question. Was I that bad? Answer me truthfully, Princess."

"No, you weren't that bad, you weren't very good either."

"Want another?"

"What? No! Aka wants to talk to you tomorrow morning. I don't know why."

"Alright, goodnight Princess."

"Goodnight, Daeran."

As Daeran was about to snuff out his larger candle a knock came at his door. "Come in." Daeran relit the large candle, his outer layer of clothes was on the chair. The heavy tunic, the boots, and his scabbard with his sword. Thrundin came in, his face was pale with fury. "My lord, what brings you here?"

"Where is Princess Vanheri?"

"I-I don't know, Sire. Why? What's wrong?"

"She's not here, where is she?"

"I don't know, last time I saw her was when we bid each other goodnight in the hallway, then I went to my room."

"Who else did she talk with?"

"Her brothers, me, and the dwarf called Gesfae. Oh, and you, my lord."

"Get dressed, then come with me." Daeran nodded as Thrundin went out. Worry and pain were in Thrundin's voice, Daeran wondered why he had asked where she was. She definitely wasn't in HIS room, yet she wasn't in the castle. "Come with me." Thrundin practically ran through the halls, Daeran caught up soon enough to where the dungeons were. "Solein! Show yourself, immediately." Solein came out of the shadows, his mouth twisted in a smirk. "Where is Vanheri?"

"I don't know Aka." That pompous smirk was still on his 'perfect' face. Daeran saw now, just how much he hated Solein and wanted him dead.

"You lie. Tell me the truth, Solein."

"Don't have to tell you."

"You're talking like one of those cursed beings who are in alliance with the Gradonuls, the Nahgd."

"But I am! And you'll never save her on time, Denraz will have just what he wants before the year is out. Only three months left until autumn, then the two moths of winter, that only gives you five months to save her!"

"I thought I could trust you, but now you shall pay for it in the heavy weight I place upon all others for treason and spying. Solein, as much as it pains me, you shall die once the dawn's first light shines over our citadel."

"Doesn't matter, I work for the Evil One, I'll be happy enough." Thrundin stormed out with Daeran following.

"Who's the Evil One?"

"He is the lord of all dead and evil. Most know him as that but his real name is kept between the elders. I can trust you to do what's right, I've been watching you in the villages in the citadel, now tonight I know you are true of heart. You helped almost everyone and served all before you, even Solein. Beoram of Jeroan, the land of Death. Tomorrow morning we shall have a counsel on who goes to destroy Beoram."

"What? I thought we were rescuing Vanheri, Sire."

"We are, follow me."

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On the verso, in pencil was the following: A.G. Markham, Hammond, NY, 1863.

Adma (not Adam) Guilford Markham 23 August 1835 in West Turin, Lewis County, New York, the son of Titus Markham (1813) and Pamelia Gillette (1816). In 1850, Adma was living on a farm with his parents and five siblings in West Turin; the family had $6,000 in real estate. In 1858, he graduated from Whitesboro Seminary and entered Hamilton College, but he was unable to graudate there. He began his career as a Methodist minister shortly thereafter, and in the 1860 census he was boarding in Waddington, St. Lawrence County, New York, where he served as a clergyman. That same year he married Caroline “Carrie” Nisbet (born circa 1841). He was ordained as a deacon in 1862 and became an elder in 1864. In registering for the 1863 Civil War draft, he was a clergyman assigned to Hammond, New York,where he would remain until circa 1866. In the 1870 census, the couple was living in Madrid, St. Lawrence, New York, where his occupation was listed as Methodist minister; the family had $1,800 in personal property. In 1875, the couple was living and working in Richfield, Otsego County, New York, and from 1876 through 1878 were living in Westmoreland, New York. Between 1880 and 1900, Adma was a clergyman in Turin (1880-1881), St. Johnsville (1882-1884), East Hamilton (1885), Saquoit (1886-1887), Oriskany Falls (1890-1893), Cherry Valley (1894-1898), and Depauville (1889-1900), all in New York. Adma G. Markham passed away on 8 February 1900.

John Sumner Hovey was born in April 1817 in Whitestown, New York, the son of Orre Hovey (1775-1844) and Azuba Root (1778-1854). John was married twice: first to Lydia C. Johnson (1824-1850); and then to Amelia M. Proseus (1833-1907). He had five children. At around age 21 he was a teacher, and would continue that career for about three years, before becoming involved in building the Black River Canal and then the Erie Canal. Sometime around 1842 to became a watchmaker and jeweler. In the late 1840‘s he joined Oliver D. Grosvenor, a friend from his canal building days, and went to Norwich, Connecticut to produce daguerreotypes. In a 1901 newspaper article he recalled that the early daguerreotype required a long sitting--of five minutes or more in strong light--and they could be rubbed off the plate “like somoke off a piece of glass.” He said he entered the business at a time when improvements reducing sitting time to 15 or 20 seconds, with a clearer picture, and as a result the duo prospered in Norwich. He added that when properly done the daguerreotype was “by far the finest picture that has been made”. In the spring of 1849, Hovey bought out J.B. Smith in Rome, New York, and went on to galleries at six different locations during his time in Rome. In the 1850 census, he was a listed a daguerreotype artist in Rome and had a studio at Dominick Street; from 1857 to 1866 he was located at 35 Dominick Street in Rome, NY. In the 1860 census, however, he was listed as a manufacturer of hats and caps, but he also apparently maintained a photography studio. In 1862, he was partners with Lewis W. Moulton in operating a studio in Rome, but in 1863 he was back to being a solo operator. John S. Hovey remained in Rome, New York until his death of tuberculosis on 12 February 1907.

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