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The wind howled through the park as David and Graham desperately hurled the baseball around. The indigo sky had darkened to an inky blackness and menacing clouds roiled ominously overhead, threatening to unleash a maelstrom of fury. Thunder rumbled in the distance, taunting them. David swept his midnight hair back quickly and yanked his hood up, urging Graham to do the same. Let's go home before your leather glove gets ruined in the rain, David said. The land quivered beneath the loud rumble of thunder and a remorseless deluge poured from the heavens. Graham's voice rose in desperation as he begged his brother, please just a few more throws, I love the rain. David sighed in frustration, realizing this was another battle he couldn't win with his brother. If we get soaked out here, we're dead and meet with mom. Graham's voice carried over the storm as he tossed the ball to his brother. I heard there was a murder here at Devil's Cliff, is it true? It was a long time ago. I don't think it ever really happened though. But what if it did? What if the killer is still out there? David shook his head. Graham, you watched too many horror movies. It's just an urban legend. We should go back home. Without any warning, Graham abruptly ran away. He yelled, look at this, while flailing his arms. David sloshed through the murky puddles, struggling to keep pace with his brother, who was now barreling towards a colossal willow. Graham came to an abrupt halt and gazed at the twisting dark mass slithering underneath the tree. His face filled with horror as he pointed to it, trembling, what is that thing? It looks like it's alive. An eerie rhythm accompanied its sinuous movements, like a sinister pulse beating inside its shadowy form. David hissed sternly, I'm not sure, keep away from it. Graham bent over and carelessly poked the grotesque form with a stick, ignoring his brother's plea. It quickly slithered away from the intrusion. As David reached out to grab Graham, it suddenly shifted and writhed spasmodically, its movements becoming more violent. With a loud bang, the monstrosity tore apart, covering Graham in a deluge of tar-like sludge. Graham screamed in agony, desperately clawing into his skin to remove the infernal sludge. It moved like a living thing, as if it had a will of its own, sinking into his hair and burrowing deep beneath the surface of his skin.  The vile liquid choked him as it slid down his throat like an unholy elixir. It burns, he screamed.  Fear froze Graham, his eyes glittering like stars. His throat emitted a tortured scream that echoed in the park. The rain seemed to come down harder than ever, like an omen of impending doom. Come on, David shouted, yanking Graham away before the sticky black sludge could entirely engulf his brother. He made sure not to get any of it on himself as he did. The black sludge on the ground had split into many tendrils and seemed to seek them out with a relentless hunger. It had made its way into every crevice of Graham's body, covering him completely in its viscous tar-like feel. The faceless horde was coming closer. Graham shook off David's grip, fiercely spinning around. His eyes were black as coal and glassy with fear. Go, go, go! David yelled, launching himself towards their bikes.   He screamed at his brother. They hopped onto their bikes and began racing away from the park. The leaves of the trees behind them seemed to whisper as if they were mocking their escape. Every twig that snapped or every shadow that loomed had them turning around. Sure, they were being followed. Their fear was palpable on the long journey home and they could no longer see the black ooze that had stained Graham's skin moments before. The boys peddled with intense energy. Their tires were whirring like a swarm of angry bees. With fiery determination, they pushed forward on the last stretch, free from the suffocating grasp of the living black ooze. With every spin, they were one step closer to their home. David's bike stopped abruptly in front of the house, its wheels skidding. He leaped off and with a single bounding stride, he was at the screen door. It crashed back as he forced it open and his mother materialized before him from within the shadows of the hallway. Her eyes were simmering fire beneath her stern expression. Her tight lips, ready to unleash a sharp scolding without a single word. Hi, Mom! His mother seemed to look right through him. Her gaze pointed at something unseen behind him. In a tight voice, she asked, Where is Graham? The door groaned open and Graham shambled in, soaked to the bone. His hair hung limp around his face, droplets cascading down his cheeks. His mother gasped and jumped away, the dish towel slipping from her hands. His gaze was blank and his eyes were glassy, a slimy blackness dribbling between his lips. He stood motionless as a moan escaped past his parched lips, the sound of something unspeakable. Graham, are you okay? Graham's eyes were wild with fear and confusion as he lurched forward. I need to skip dinner and shower, he gasped. I'm not feeling well.  I've talked to you about this before. I'm fine. He abruptly spun away from his mother and stomped down the hall. What happened, David? His mother's voice rose harshly, almost a shout as she bent down to the floor and snatched up the dish towel. We got caught in the rain while playing catch at the park, Mom. It's nothing. The suspicion in her gaze was palpable, even as the shadows of dusk crept in. After some time, she accepted his explanation with a single nod and snarled, you had better be looking out for your brother, no more stepping outside on days like this. Grabbing a comic book from the living room, David climbed the stairs. As he entered his room, he collapsed onto the bed, consumed by thoughts of the strange black ooze he and Graham had spotted in the park earlier. Was it a toxic waste? It seemed almost alive.  Boys, dinner time, get down here. He made his way down to the kitchen. At the head of the table, his father had already seated himself in his grubby work uniform. The usual smell of toil and sweat hung heavily in the air. Hi, Dad. Hey, how was your day, son? His mother's yell and shattered glass interrupted them abruptly. Where's Graham? He's not out of the shower yet, Dave muttered. His father's expression turned grim, and he pounded the dinner table. I'll go up and get him, he said, through gritted teeth. His father shoved his chair back with a screech, then charged up the stairs. David couldn't move as his mother's icy stair trapped him at the dinner table. Suddenly a loud shriek came from above that was so piercing it seemed to halt time. Help me! was the anguished plea that followed.  Together they arrived at the top step, wide-eyed and apprehensive. A blood-red pool was oozing from beneath the bathroom door, its crack letting out hellish growls and guttural snarls. Another faint cry of, Help me! was the anguished plea that followed.  Together they arrived at the top step, wide-eyed and apprehensive. A blood-red pool was oozing from beneath the bathroom door. Its crack letting out hellish growls and guttural snarls. Another faint cry of, It hurts! Help me! David slowly opened the door and his heart stopped as he peeked inside. A chill ran down his spine like an icy finger touching his soul. What he saw horrified him. Graham was bent over. His father was firm in his grasp. Thick blood streams cascaded down as his hands tightened around the man's opened neck. David felt the bile rise in his throat as he noticed the chunks of raw, quivering tissue between his brother's lips. A coating of blood covered his face.  He let out a guttural growl and flew toward them with uncontrollable rage.  His mother thrashed wildly trying to break free of his unforgiving grip. Graham's pernicious attack ripped away part of her ear, nose and right cheek. With a primal scream David lunged at Graham. His hands ripped into Graham's arms as he threw him to the floor. They fell together with their mother whose mutilated form created a gruesome puddle on the floor. One eye had popped out, causing the remaining eye to jolt in terror as she frantically tried to cover the ghastly gash in her neck. Her body stopped twitching one last time in a few horrifying moments before it succumbed to death. An unnatural force propelled Graham up the wall. He had a nightmarish look on his face as if he was insatiably hungry, screeching like a wild animal. Ropes of black drool slithered from his gaping maw. He moved quickly and fiercely towards David. With a scream, David stumbled down the stairs. No, Graham, stop! Graham skitted on the hardwood floor as David rushed to the front door and grabbed his parents' secret baseball bat. With snarling and bared teeth, Graham attacked him like an angry beast. David hit his brother's skull with the bat, resulting in a loud crunch. The impact made his brother shudder, and David became furious, swinging wildly. David's tears cascaded down his face as he relentlessly pounded his brother's head. The tar-like ooze, reminiscent of the vile creature they had encountered in the park, poured from Graham's wounds like an unholy oil. David's rage vanished, leaving him in a state of sorrow. He crumpled to the floor, his wails racking his body as he wept uncontrollably. His cries were so intense that it felt like he couldn't breathe. The moon's pale light shone through the windows onto his brother's broken body in a pool of crimson. David's hands released the shattered bat. He stood up and rushed towards the door, driven by fear as the black tendrils below him twisted and tried to trap him. The door flew open and a nightmare greeted him. An oily blackness oozed across everything like an insatiable demon consuming all light and life in its wake. He stood motionless and watched the horrifying sight move closer, emanating an eerie silence that invaded his ears.  Thanks for listening. If you like the show, please share it with someone you know who loves the paranormal or strange stories, true crime, monsters or unsolved mysteries like you do. You can email me anytime with your questions or comments at darren at weirddarkness.com. Darren is D-A-R-R-E-N. Weirddarkness.com is also where you can find information on any of the sponsors you heard about during the show. 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And now that we're coming out of the dark, I'll leave you with a little light. Proverbs 12, verse 25. Anxiety weighs down the heart, but a kind word cheers it up. And a final thought. Character may be manifested in the great moments, but it is made in the small ones. Philip Sprooks. I'm Darren Marlar. Thanks for joining me in the Weirddarkness.


Hey everybody, welcome back to magic orthodoxy. My name is David and this is a magic review Hey today, we're gonna look at Gonzo from Jose LaQuest. What is it? It is a device It's a holdout device that is secretly placed onto your person that allows you to vanish and reappear Small objects from your hand or your spectator's hand. It's a really cool very creative device very magical very invisible and you want to see what it looks like This is it. Okay, so that was Jose LaQuest. You might remember he also did a trick called strip Gonzo is self Published I heard originally it probably was gonna be a least by Paul Harris But I don't know something in that got fallen through and so now it's just a self published effect But it's pretty cool. So a couple questions We always ask about all of our magic tricks and the first of which is what is in the box What's in the box?  There's a leather fanny pack There's like a leather hip-pack pouch thing. It's a belted leather satchel and It's totally useless. I don't know what you would use it for I guess you can keep it in there while it's also in your magic kit or in your drawer Wherever you keep your magic tricks it protects all your components But I don't know it seems like it was just an added thing that I didn't need to pay for And then there's a really nice cardboard sleeve that has your DVD also You're gonna get a couple of little extras some little tweaks that you can use or add to your Gonzo gimmick To customize it to your specifications. Is it what I thought? I didn't really know what to think the video is very mysterious and it's very magical looking and so There's only one angle shown in the video So it was hard for me to kind of come up with a concept of what it could be But when I got it it wasn't like I was surprised and I was like wow this technology's never existed before like when I saw it I was like, oh, okay. It's that how are the angles The angles are about the same as a raven. Okay about the same but a little worse Really Can't have people on your sides. This is really a trick that you're gonna do one-on-one for somebody It's almost the same. I'll say it is the same Angles as the reality twister where you're having somebody look straight down At an object and so that's kind of your angle. It's really good for video really good for one-on-one. Can it be inspected? There's nothing to inspect You do the trick cleanly and Goodly do the trick, right? What's the spectator gonna ask to inspect your hands your sleeves? I mean you should be able to just go look nothing, you know, and so yeah, there's really nothing to inspect Hey, what's the overall quality and production value? It's great shot in HD. You got lots of multiple angles. You get lots of camera behind the scenes He gives you all kinds of in-and-outs. The video is incredibly long And they just go over the top to just teach you as much as possible And I think you're getting your money's worth here. Is it well-made? Absolutely just holding the gimmick and looking at its construction. It's all made of strong Components there's nothing in here that seems flimsy or breakable and if you take care of it I could see it lasting you a really long time. How much practice does it require? It's gonna be the same practice as any other hold-out device. I mentioned the Raven earlier It's gonna take that kind of practice.   It's there. It's not one of those devices where it's so light or so small You'll know it's there the whole time But reset is pretty quick You could probably do it in front of spectators if it's well rehearsed positives positives are it's not limited to magnetic items like the Raven is And you can also do reappearances which you can't do with a Raven hold-out And it looks very clean looks very visual looks like solid magic negatives Hey, like we say around here. There's negatives to everything. These are just the negatives. I see if you don't have to be the negatives that you see Tall people Okay, if that's you you really need to watch your angles Okay, I would see a disadvantage to people who are tall but everyone needs to watch their angles The gimmick could have a tendency to talk As you bring it out or put it away Could so that's just something to consider. Is it worth your money? It's 90 bucks $90. That's a lot of money I wonder how much less it would be if it didn't have the little leatherette carrying case I would have liked to not have had the case and paid for That part of it, but I guess it probably was like an incentive like hey We'll just they're probably didn't even cost that much to make. I don't even know but yeah at 90 bucks It was kind of on the high end For what it does, but hey clean magic and it looks good And if you like it you might think it's worth the money. Who's gonna like this video performers People just starting out in magic that want to do a really clean vanish People who do street magic. I think we definitely love the Gonzo. Alright, so that is my review for Gonzo from Jose I'd like to thank Murphy's Magic for providing this for us so that we could do this review for you If you'd like to purchase your own you can head on down to your favorite Murphy's Magic supplier. Thanks. Bye


Hi, my name is Simon. On rainy days especially, we watch Frankie, Chevy, and Diesel, and TJV. Sometimes we watch Josh, too. Good morning. Day number, well it's technically day number three in the truck, but day number two of full day. Husband and wife truckin'. We're doing pretty good. Husband's the only one truckin'. Oh, she's helping. Keeping me company. Telling me jokes. Not laughing at our jokes. Naturally. Naturally. So we're in Innisfil. Innisfil? Innisfree. Innisfree, Alberta.  Muddy parking lot. I just would have got stuck in the parking lot over there last night. That was very dramatic. It was terrible. I thought I was going to need a tow truck. This parking lot is terrible. I miss America, you know. Pavement. Such a great invention. I hope that we discover it soon, too. I'm going to move the truck up now because we can't even walk the dogs in this parking lot because it's so muddy. Look at what it did to my flip-flops just yesterday. Just getting out of the truck. There's a truck stop. Ridiculous. It's a mud stop, apparently. It's a mud stop. That's what it is. It's a Canadian mud stop. I should have mud wrestling matches in here. They'd probably be more prosperous. Probably. So I'm going to move up to where it's not so muddy somewhere. I think they got like a... My truck didn't want to run anymore. I guess they got a little patch of pavement over there somewhere. Walk the dogs. They'll be on our way. I'll try and get this load unloaded today yet. Well, we're not stuck, so that's a good sign. Probably the same. I thought for sure we'd need the tow truck. That was scary. Yeah, I think we can pull up here and they got cement for the cars, but not for the semis, of course. Although the semis are more likely to get stuck. Yeah. If I wouldn't have had a load on me last night, I would have been stuck. Yeah, I guess so. Okay, I had the extra weight for the cement. Perfect. Far like this. And I hope that's far enough. And then that's the building with all the stuff in it. Right there. Very fancy. Very fancy. Anyone in here need to go outside or anything? Anyone at all? Any furry people? Just a little guys back there. Shaking away. I think he's cold. We're nervous. I don't know why he'd be nervous. Okay, we got ourselves back on the highway here. This is the TransCanada 16. About an hour and a half to Edmonton from here. There was another driver that was getting unloaded first thing this morning before us. And he has a reload this afternoon he's got to get to, so he's got to get unloaded first. So hopefully by the time we get there, they'll be just finishing up or almost done. They'll be able to unload us, get us done this afternoon yet or late morning. One of these packages is just under 2,500 pounds, 2,400 pounds. This whole thing across here, it's about 5,000 pounds. Wait, she's already 10,000 pounds. 10,000 pounds or that. We're out of the wind over here. This little area in here. But the wind is still sneaking around and blowing my tarps around. I've got two more to roll up. And then I've got everything done. I've got all my bungees put away, I've got all my tarps. I will have all my tarps put away. My straps are all rolled up, put away. And from here, I've got the go ahead to head home. We're going to head all the way home empty. It's not ideal, but we have that fertility appointment coming up day after tomorrow. And we can't miss that because it's a specialist appointment. And specialist appointments, you can't just reschedule like any other doctor's appointment. So we can't miss this one, it's important. I didn't get a long weekend this weekend. This weekend was Canada Day weekend. In the US, I believe it's Independence Day weekend. And I worked through it. I only got 24 hours off. Just enough time to go to the beach a little bit, hang out with Britt's dad and stepmom a little bit. And other than that, I missed all the fireworks. Missed Independence Day, missed all the fireworks down there. I didn't get any fireworks this year, but I get a little bit of an extra long weekend this coming weekend. We'll be home tomorrow night, which is Wednesday night, and I'll be home until Monday or Tuesday. Kind of hoping to stay home until Tuesday, but my bank accounts telling me I should probably leave on Monday. And there we go. Tarps rolled up. I just got to put bungees around them.  Put them up on the trailer over here. Put them up on the step behind the truck. And looks like they're making some progress here. They got two off already. Got a few more to do. I'll put the tarps up here. And I'll draw what we've done. And I just go sit in the truck and surf Facebook, I guess, until they're done or until they need me. Usually I'm not allowed to help with unloading though. That's usually their thing. But if they need my help, I'll help. On the way home. Woo! One giant pothole here that we've got to get the steer tire around. Oh, oh, got the edge of it. Okay, that's all right. Let it go, Trucker Jack. It should be a quick, easy light ride home. Hopefully the wind is still blowing from the west to the east, so push us home. Just enters Saskatchewan with our load of sailboat fuel. Light load. Better than the other load we had last time. Motorcycle doors. Right. Sea. Works. A lot of 100 kilometers left to go yet, so that's still... This is a long stretch to go empty, but like I said before, it's something we couldn't really help this time. At least I get a nice weekend at home after this, and then we'll just get through it hard after that. Real hard. Big stick.  Get all the way home. I think I'm gonna take Highway 16, the two lane from Saskatoon, to save some kilometers. We'll make it to at least Yorkden. Well, we could probably make it to Yorkden tonight, or close to it anyway. Tomorrow afternoon.  Diesel's getting frustrated because Chevy won't let him bite his legs. Get him! Saskatoon! Saskatoon! I'm gonna try to find a parking spot here. We're not sleeping here, but we want to go in and have supper, a late supper at the Husky House restaurant. Looks pretty full here already. What's the time? Probably pretty late. It feels like it's still early. That's why I'm tired. I'd like to get further than this. I mean, we don't have to, but I really would like to get out there. It's all taken up already. Oh, nope, here we go. All right, it's your turn. Thank you. Well done, darling. Thank you. We're right in the middle here. It'll leave lots of space for anyone else who wants to back in here. Except for this guy in the blue doesn't know how to park straight. Yeah, not a lot of people in Canada do. Hey, Martin, bro. I know a lot of people that work for that company. Beautiful evening. It's better here than it was in Alberta, actually, weather-wise, temperature-wise. Yeah, it's definitely warmed up in the evening and the sun made an appearance for a couple of hours, so that was nice. Just walking in to get our food. I'm actually not freezing. I was actually freezing in Alberta last night. It was a lot of night, but just walking around. It was cold. It was like eight degrees all night. It was cold, but I'm one of those people that runs on hot at all times, and I actually prefer things cold anyway. Even though, don't get me wrong, I love summer and the heat, but I die at it. My hands. Well, it turns out they don't want our money. They're closed. Yup. It's closed. It's nine o'clock. I think that's it. That's truck stop. That's silly. Everything should be 24 hours at a truck stop. Yeah, look at all these. Truck time is not nine to five. Look at all these guys. They're all hungry. They don't know where to go eat except Timmy's. Oh, well, we're going to go to Denny's down the road if they're still open. The Flying J. I guess we should have just gone there first of all. Yeah, we know that we like that, Denny's at least. Yeah, we will find food. We're on a quest for food, but we will find it. If we got to do Timmy's, we got to do Timmy's. I won't cry about it. It is what it is. We'll have good food when we get home.  The smell of diesel exhaust. That bathroom smelled great and it was so clean in there. Didn't it smell very impressive? Diesel fuel? No, it smelled fruity and florally. They're lovely. Why don't they make diesel fuel cologne? Not if you want your wife to sleep in the same bed as you. All right, Flying J. Denny's is 24 hours, so Denny's is always there for you. I was going to fuel at Flying J in Yorkton, but since we're here now, I'm just going to fuel here now and I don't have to fuel it anymore. I like the way your mind works. I wasn't going to come past here. This way I can get DEF too. Watch, it's probably not going to work. Probably no DEF. We've got our fuel and we're headed inside. Hopefully Denny's wants our money. Husky didn't want our money. Oh, wasn't good enough for them. Denny's is 24 hours as it should be. Come on, we are ready. I'm so hungry. Country fried steak. No empty carbs, no croutons, no bun. Look at you. I've stuck to my diet this entire trip. She has? She did once. A whole bacon. A whole bacon. Any diet is fine as long as you can still eat bacon. We are full. Way too full. Way too full. But it was a really good meal. So we're going to go a little bit further down the road to Davidson's, Saskatchewan. This guy's going to come past here. Don't wait here. I know he's going to do that. No, you, no, you. No, you. Okay. Us first. No, he insists. Us first. One of those awkward scenarios. No, you. No, you go. No, you go. No, I insist. I insist. You go. I'm sorry. Canadian trucks stop. I am so sorry. People don't know how to park, but they're still polite. That's true. So like I said, we're going to go down to Davidson or Chamberlain and shut her down there. So I'll end the vlog here. Have a good night everybody, and we'll see you tomorrow. Good night. Hey everyone. Matt Bailey here from Rochester, New York with my dog Diesel. You are watching TJV on YouTube. Enjoy.


Welcome. I welcome you all to this lecture in the course, Samasa in Paninian Grammar. 2. As is our practice, we begin our lecture with the recitation of the Mangala Charana. 3. In this course, we are focused on the three important types of Samasas in Sanskrit, namely Avyaibhava Samasa, Bahuvrihi Samasa and Dhvandava Samasa. Right now, we are focused on the Avyaibhava Samasa. The features of the Avyaibhava Samasa can be explained in the form of a small equation stated on this particular slide. Here you have X and Y as two separate two independent entities in terms of the word form as well as the meaning as well as the accent. X is a different word form. It has got its own features. It can be connected to any other word form. So, also is Y. So, also is the meaning of X as well as Y independent, separate unit. Also, the accent that X has is independent and also the accent Y has is also independent. Now, X and Y are semantically interrelated. Now, the speaker of Sanskrit decides to merge X and Y together and generate an output in the form of X, Y which is one unit. So, the input is two entities X and Y and the output is one unit which is X, Y. Now, this output is also stated philosophically to be different than its constituents X and Y. But generally, this one unit is shown to be interrelated to its constituents and therefore in terms of the constituents, we say that amongst X and Y, X acts as the head of this particular Avyaibhava Samasa and therefore X is put in the bold characters. Now, invariably, without a few exceptions, X in the Avyaibhava Samasa is the Avyaya and formally X, Y as one unit and Avyaibhava Samasa also is termed as Avyaya by the sutra Avyaibhavascha. So, X is an Avyaya and XY is also an Avyaya. So, Y need not be an Avyaya. In fact, Y is not an Avyaya. So, this is how X becomes the head and it shapes the formal behavior of XY. Semantically also, when XY is linked to any other meaning in the sentence, meaning that linkage happens only through the meaning of X and never through the meaning of Y. This is how X acts as the head in the Avyaibhava Samasa. Avyaibhava Samasa is treated in the Ashtadhyayi in different places. Firstly, there are Samasa Vidhyayaka Sutras. Generally, Samasa Vidhyayaka Sutras are stated in 2.1 and 2.2. For the Avyaibhava Samasa, such sutras which lay down the conditions, which lay down the semantic conditions under which the processing of the Avyaibhava compound takes place, they are stated in 2.1 precisely between 2.1.5 i.e. Avyaibhava and 2.1.21 including i.e. Anipadarthecha Saudnyayam. Incidentally, 2.1.22 is Tattpurushaha and from that sutra onwards, the Tattpurusha Samasa is dealt with in detail which we have already studied in the first course on Samasa in this particular series. So, we can say that the Samasa Vidhyayaka Sutras as far as the Avyaibhava Samasa is concerned are found in this small section which begins with 2.1.5 and ends with 2.1.21. Then the Samasanta Pratyayavidhyayaka Sutras, sutras which prescribe the suffix which comes at the end of the Samasa, they are stated in a small section starting with 5.4.107 up to <IP_ADDRESS>.2. The Swara Vidhyayaka Sutras, namely the sutras which prescribe the accent, they are stated in 6.2 and the ones which are related to the Avyaibhava Samasa are like <IP_ADDRESS> etc. This is how Avyaibhava Samasa is treated in the Ashtadhyayi. Currently we are focused on the Samasa Vidhyayaka Sutras related to the Avyaibhava Samasa. It started with Avyaibhava, then we also studied the big sutra containing so many semantic conditions, namely Avyaim, Vibhakti, Samipa, Samraddhi, Vrithyartha Bhava, Tyaya, Sampatti, Sakal, namely Avyaim, Vibhakti, Samipa, Samraddhi, Vrithyartha Bhava, Tyaya, Samprati, Shabdha, Pradur Bhava, Pashchad, Yathana Purvaya, Yogapaddy, Sadrishya, Sampatti, Sakal, Lyanta, Vachaneshu. Then we have studied several other sutras as well and now we come to the end of this particular section. And in this lecture we shall study the remaining sutras in this particular Samasa Vidhyayaka Sutra section. 2120 is Nadi Bhishchara and 2121 is Anyapadharthecha Saudnyayam. These two sutras we shall study in this particular lecture. First let us study 2120, Nadi Bhishchara. In this sutra there are two paddas, Nadi Bhihi and Chha. Nadi Bhihi is Tritiya Bhavachana or 3 slash 3 of Nadi, which means a river, a river name. Nadi Bhihi means with the river names. Chha means and. Words continued are Avyayam from 216, Sahasupa from 214, Samasaha from 213, Avyayibhavaha from 215, Samarthapadvidhi from 211, Vibhasha from 2111, and most importantly, Sankhya, which means a number, a numerical, from the previous sutra, Sankhya Vamshena. Now the word Sankhya is in Prathama Vibhakti and thereby it is termed as Upasar Janam on account of the sutra, Prathama Nirdhistham Samasa Upasar Janam, 1, 2, 43, and then by the sutra Upasar Janam Purvam, 2, 2, 30, this Upasar Janam occupies the initial position in the Samasa. Having put all these things together, we get the following meaning. A Subanta denoting number is compounded with another semantically related Subanta, which denotes the name of a river optionally and the resultant Samasa is called Avyayibhava. I repeat, a Subanta denoting number is compounded with another semantically related Subanta, which denotes the river optionally and the resultant Samasa is called Avyayibhava. I repeat, a Subanta denoting number, Sankhya Subantam is compounded with another semantically related Subanta, which denotes the name of a river optionally and the resultant Samasa is called Avyayibhava. Now, the tradition has observed that the examples of this sutra are used by the speakers in a very narrow, very limited domain, that is of Samahara, that is of a group or collection. Therefore now, the tradition has added a statement saying that Samahara Chayamishyate, the Samasa derived by this particular sutra denotes the sense of Samahara, that is a group or a collection. So, this semantic condition for this compound is Samahara or a group of collection. Thus, this Samasa becomes an exception to the Dvigu Samasa whose basic semantic condition is Samahara, Sankhya Purva Dvigu, that is the sutra which states the Dvigu definition. Let us look at the example. When the meaning to be conveyed is a collection of seven Gangas, seven rivers called Gangas, the Laukika Vigraha is Saptangangah Samarhatah, because there is Samahara and this Samasa always denotes Samahara, therefore we have Saptangangah Samarhatah. So, now we have this Laukika Vigraha transformed into an Laukika Vigraha which is of this kind, Saptang plus Jasa, plus Ganga plus Jasa.  So, we get Saptang plus Jiro, plus Ganga plus Jiro and then, because now Saptang is the Purva Pada and Na is appearing at the end of this Purva Pada, this Na gets deleted by the sutra, Nalopap Pratipadiga and thus here and therefore we get the form Saptang plus Ganga and then we join them together and we get Saptangangah. Now, this is an Avyai Bhava Samasa which is declared to denote the Neutergender by the Sutra Avyai Bhavascha into four and once this is declared, the Sutra Rasvonapamsake Pratipadigasya applies and shortens the long A at the end of Ganga and then we get the finally derived Avyai Bhava Samasa output namely Saptangangah. Saptangangah is the collection of seven Gangas, seven rivers. When we use this Samasa in the sentence, we add the suffix Su after it, Saptangangah plus Su because Saptangangah is an Avyai Bhava Samasa. By the Sutra Avyai Bhavascha, it becomes an Avyaiya and then by the Sutra Avyaiya Dap Supaha, Su gets deleted. However, there is an exception Sutra which says that when the Avyai Bhava Samasa ends in short, Su is not deleted rather it is substituted by Am. So we have Saptangangah plus Am and the Sutra is now Avyai Bhava Atomthva Pancham Myaha which we have already studied before. So we have Saptangangah plus Am then we apply the Sandhirul and we get the form Saptangangah. When it is used in the sentence, we say Saptangangah Namami. I salute a group of seven rivers, seven streams, seven Gangas. Similarly, when the meaning to be conveyed is a collection of two Yamunas, Dwe, Yamune, Samar, Hate. This is the Laukika Vigraha and we get the Laukika Vigraha in the form of Dwe plus Au plus Yamuna plus Au. Then we get the Samasa Saudnaya because of 2-1-20, Nadi Bhishcha. Then we get the Pratibhadika Saudnaya, Vaikrat Taddhita Samasa Ashtya. After that we apply Supodhatup Pratibhadika Yoho 2471 and we delete both the Sups. So we have D plus 0 plus Yamuna plus 0 and we join them together, we get Dwe Yamuna. Now this is an output of the Avyai Bhava Samasa. Therefore, an Avyai Bhava Samasa is stated to be denoting Neutergender and therefore, the Suthra Raspo Napamchake Pratibhadika Ashtya applies and shortens the long A in Yamuna into short a.  Now when we use this Samasa in the sentence, we add the suffix Su after it. So we have Dwe Yamuna plus Su. Dwe Yamuna is an Avyai Bhava Samasa, so it is an Avyaiya. Therefore, this Su normally would get deleted because of the Suthra Avyai Adab Supaha. But because Dwe Yamuna is an Avyai Bhava Samasa ending in short a, the Su is not deleted. Rather it is substituted by Am by a special exception Suthra, namely the Avyai Bhava Atom Pavan Chamyaha. And so finally we get the form Dwe Yamuna, Dwe Yamuna Pashami. I see the collection of two Yamunas. These are the important examples of this particular Suthra. Let us take one more peculiar example which has a little different behavior. A collection of seven Godavari's. This is the meaning to be conveyed. And we have Saptar Godavariya Samar Hatha as the Laukika Vigraha. And the Laukika Vigraha is Saptan plus Jasa, plus Godavari plus Jasa. Now we have the Samasa Saudhna by this particular Suthra, Nadi Vishcha. And then we get the Pratipadika Saudhna. And then we are going to apply soop. But just before we apply the soop deletion, we add the Samasa and the suffix ach, which is observed in the behavior of this particular compound. And this is particularly noted down in a specific verse, which we are going to quote in the next minute in a slide, which is Godavariya Ashtanadhyascha. And this is noted down in the form of a verse which says Krishnodak Pandupurvaya Bhumerach Pratyasmartha Godavariya Ashtanadhyascha. So after the word Godavari which indicates a river, the suffix ach is added as Samasanta. When the word Godavari is preceded by a number word, what is happening here? So we add the Samasanta suffix ach here. So we have Saptan plus jas, plus Godavari plus jas, plus ach. And now we apply Supodhatup Pratipadika Yoho. So we delete both the soaps. So we have Saptan plus zero, plus Godavari plus zero, plus a. Chha in ach is a marker, so it is deleted. So we have Saptan plus zero, plus Godavari plus zero, plus a. So in the form because of this a, the long e in Godavari gets deleted by the sutra Yasya ticha, 6, 4, 148. And then we have Saptan plus Godavari plus a. Next Saptan has got na at the end which is deleted. And so we have Saptan plus zero, plus Godavari plus zero, plus a. So when we join all these together, we get the compound output namely Saptan Godavari, a collection of seven Godavaris. Now this is an avyai bhava samasa which ends in short a. Now Saptan Godavari plus zero is the next step in the derivation when we decide to use the samasa in the sentence. Because Saptan Godavari is an avyai bhava samasa. It is termed as avyai and normally Su would be deleted. But because it ends, the samasa ends in short a. Su is not deleted and it is rather substituted by a on account of the exception sutra. Now we have Saptan Godavari plus a. When we join them together, we get the form Saptan Godavari. I salute a collection of seven Godavaris. Now this suffix is added on account of this particular statement rather this statement notes this suffix. It is. For the present purpose, it is important to note that there is the statement. Ach Pratyaya is added immediately after Godavari, Godavari, Nadya, denoting the river name. If this Godavari appears immediately after our denoting number. And therefore there is Ach Pratyaya which is added which shows the development of the language, the development of the use of the samasa. After having studied Nadi Pishcha, let us now proceed to study the final sutra in this Samasa Vidhyayaka Sutra section, namely 2.1.21. Anyapadarthe Chh, Saudnyayaam. This sutra has got three padas, Anyapadarthe, Chh and Saudnyayaam. Anyapadarthe is seven slash one which means in the sense of other meaning. Chh means and and Saudnyayaam is seven slash one which means in the sense of a term. Words continued are avyayam from 2.1.6, sahasupa from 2.1.4, samasaha from 2.1.3, avyayibhavaha from 2.1.5, samarthapada vidhihi from 2.1.1, vibhasha from 2.1.11, nadi vidhihi from 2.1.20. Even though the word vibhasha continues from 2.1.11 indicating an option, the output generated by the application of this particular sutra is considered to be a nitya samasa. For two reasons. One, the semantic condition Anyapadarthe which requires additional words in the dissolution of the samasa. And the second reason is because the output is a term saudnyaya and saudnyaya is a peculiar type of word to be used in the sentence. And a term is never denoted by a sentence. It has to be a compound to denote a particular saudnyaya. And therefore, this has to be a nitya samasa. Semantically, this is a Bahubrihi samasa because of its feature namely Anyapadartha Pradhanan. But formally, the output behaves like an avyayibhava samasa. And in this case again, Panini gives preference to the form over the meaning and classifies the examples of this sutra as avyayibhava samasas. Having put all these together, we get the meaning of the sutra in the following manner. Any subanta is compounded with another semantically related subanta which denotes a river. And when the compound qualifies the other meaning which is out of compound words, out of constituents and also a term, then the resultant samasa is called avyayibhava. I repeat, any subanta is compounded with another semantically related subanta which denotes a river. And when the compound qualifies the other meaning which is out of compound and also a term, then the resultant samasa is called avyayibhava. I repeat, any subanta, subantam and also is compounded samaschate with another semantically related subanta, samarthena subantena sahar which denotes a river. When the compound qualifies the other meaning out of compound and also a term, then the resultant samasa is called avyayibhava. Here is an example. So when we are referring to the region where ganga river is wild, what we are referring to is a region, onmattaganga yasmin deshe. Desha is the meaning which is out of the compound. That is what is an anyapadhartha. So when this anyapadhartha is to be denoted, onmattaganga and ganga, they get compounded because of this particular sutra. Ganga is the name of a river. And now this laukika vigraha is expressed by this following laukika vigraha namely onmatta plus su plus ganga plus su. Now this laukika vigraha is termed as samasa by this sutra anyapadhartha yasmin deshe. And therefore now this becomes pratipadika by the sutra krutta dhita samasascha. And then we apply the sutra supodhatup pratipadika yoho and delete both the sups. So we have onmatta plus zero plus ganga plus zero. And then we have the pomvatbhava operation taking place on onmatta which goes back to its root form that is onmatta after having removed the feminine suffix a. So we have onmatta plus ganga and when we join them together we get onmatta ganga. Now this is an avyai bhava samasa and avyai bhava samasa denotes neuter gender by the sutra avyai bhavascha. And then this becomes a pratipadika denoting a neuter gender. So the sutra rasvanapamsake pratipadika applies and shortens the long a and we get the finally derived avyai bhava samasa output namely onmatta ganga. When we use it in the sentence we have the suffix su after it because onmatta ganga is an avyai bhava samasa. It becomes an avyaiya and by normal rule avyaiya dhap supaha su would be deleted but because of the exception sutra this su is not deleted. Rather it is substituted by am because onmatta ganga is an avyai bhava samasa which ends in short a and the sutra is na avyai bhava the tomthvagan chamyaha. So we get onmatta ganga plus am and when we join them together by the application of the sandhirul we get the form onmatta ganga. Onmatta ganga nama deshaha a region where ganga is wild onmatta ganga nama deshaha. So desha is the anya padartha and onmatta ganga is the avyai bhava samasa. This onmatta ganga is also the name of this region. This onmatta ganga is also the name of this region. It is the saudhnya of this particular place. Similarly when the meaning to be conveyed is a region where river ganga is red. We do the same processing and derive the samasa lohita ganga and when we say lohita ganga nama deshaha. Lohita ganga is the name of a particular place where ganga becomes red. Similarly a region where ganga is black and this meaning is to be conveyed. We do the processing in the similar manner and we get the form krishna ganga of the samasa and the samasa is used in the sentence as krishna ganga nama deshaha. So krishna ganga denotes the anya padartha namely the desha and krishna ganga is also the saudhnya of that desha. So we have krishna ganga nama deshaha. Similarly a region where river ganga is slow in the speed. The samasa formed is sanair ganga nama deshaha. So sanair ganga denotes a region. It is also the name of that region and therefore we have the samasa sanair ganga. So we come to the end of the avyabhava samasa vidhayaka sutras. Here are some observations. The avyabhava samasa takes place with various semantic conditions stated in the sutras. So now we have come to the end of the avyabhava samasa vidhayaka sutras. Here are some observations. The avyabhava samasa takes place with various semantic conditions stated in the sutras in this particular section. One of them we must note does not require samarthya. As the mention of the output avyabhava is equivalent to the meaning of one padar. That semantic condition is vibhakti avyayam vibhakti. So harau is the padar and the samasa is adhihari and adhihari is equivalent to harau. So you do not need two padars being semantically interrelated as the input of this particular avyabhava samasa. So and semantic relatedness between two padars is not required as an input condition as far as this samasa is concerned. The other observation is that in some cases although the input semantic condition is that of a bahuvrihi samasa because of the compound being anyapadartha pradhana like onmattagangam deshaha, lohitagangam, krsnagangam, shanayirgangam etc. the output formally behaves like an avyabhava samasa. But here for panini the form is more important than the meaning and therefore he classifies the output as an avyabhava samasa and not as bahuvrihi as we have also stated earlier. In conclusion we can say that the number of sutras stating the avyabhava samasa is less than the purusha samasa. But there are several semantic conditions which are prescribed as input conditions. Formally an avyabhava samasa behaves like an abhyaya or indeclinable. But the avyabhava samasa ending in short a does behave differently. This is an exception of course. The output of avyabhava samasa acts as an agent or qualification of an action etc. in the sentence where the samasa is used. These are the texts referred to and we shall study now the samasanta pratyayavidhaya kasutra in the next lecture. Thank you very much.


What's good Josh the boy Ross back again with another video so shout out to everyone that was a part of the Smackdown live stream reactions Yesterday man, I know dubbing sir dance a lot wasn't able to make it But I appreciate y'all joining me holding down the fort We should everyone should be available on Monday to stream Monday night raw. Um Smackdown Was kind of really middle of the road the best match of the night was Gunther versus Xavier Woods for the Intercontinental Championship, which I expected it to be pretty good. There were some solid matches on there The the Viking Raiders or whatnot going against Ricochet and Braun Strowman was a surprisingly entertaining match There's no DQ a match between solo so coa and Matt Riddle was cool You know, they had some cool little spots But you already knew how that was gonna end and no stories really got progressed There's pretty much just middle of the road smack down not bad Not great either. It's not something you just gonna go back and honestly watch again I think they're just on autopilot into the draft and WrestleMania backlash, but the most noticeable thing about this week's Smackdown wasn't even the matches that was on the show it was a Future match at WrestleMania backlash Apparently Literally out of nowhere They're showing their graphics of you know what matches gonna happen to have this year's backlash and out of nowhere And I thought this was like a mistake or something You have a graphic showing omas Versus Seth Rollins and I have my screen is glitching. Sorry about that. Not sure. I'm still trying to fix fix that But yeah, the omas versus Seth Rollins the graphic for WrestleMania backlash now I when I originally saw it on stream. I thought I was tripping But no, it was a real thing. I'm asking chat. Wait a minute I know me and Dub watch Monday Night Raw. Did they have any interaction? Was there something said? Did was did we miss something and Everyone confirmed No, there was no interaction with these guys that haven't been any interaction with these guys. So Why is this match happening? And then you you don't even have to think that hard All you have to really do is think of who's really still in charge Vince as soon as I saw that match Out of nowhere like a RKO Immediately, oh, that's Vince Only Vince would make a match for a pay-per-view in a couple weeks with no build No interaction with each other a thing now I'm sure they're gonna have interaction now because they just was put into a match on Monday Night Raw, but You gotta also ask yourself who was wanting to see this match Tell me who was actually wanting to see Seth Rollins versus omas. I Didn't even want to see Omas versus Brock and that was surprisingly better than I would have even imagined That was actually entertaining for a little bit. I was very surprised Probably the most entertaining match omas has had on the main roster being dead serious And I was mainly due to Brock selling. So that's about it But literally who who was clambering for this match? Can someone tell me? Anyone can anyone tell me if there was anybody out there that just thought Omas Seth Rollins. That's what backlash needs why Why why is that even on the card that does not need to be on the card?  Thank God But I don't know if this is even better because I'm just I'm honestly trying to put into I guess words or really trying to rationalize How anybody could be excited for this match Some may say hold it may still the show. No, bro. No Seth Rollins would literally have to carry omas in this match And not to disrespect the guy, but I'm just being honest. I He doesn't excite a lot of people in the ring depth and especially not me when I see him I automatically groan and I don't care. I just don't care. I don't I Don't he rarely gets any reaction from the crowd. He's beating up jobbers in every city. We don't I don't care I just I know he's a huge massive individual. That's awesome. That's cool But I don't care it doesn't impress the average the modern-day wrestling fan anymore Like oh, you're you're big and tall cool But can you go out there and wrestle not many big and tall individuals can really do that, you know I mean there their body limits them to only so much they can do and A lot of times you get the a good David and Goliath story, but once again Maybe if they built up some feud, okay? Maybe I would care a little bit only because of self, but this is literally Here you go guys. I love Omos Vince me man I love me some Omos and and Seth freakin Rollins. He's he's fantastic, too Let's put him in the match and Triple H. She's like, but you sure about that Vince. Ah, Nila. The people are gonna love this But they've never interacted with each other Vince. I don't matter who cares about interaction Put them in a damn match and that was the most noticeable thing on Smackdown a random match being booked for backlash. I Don't know I Don't care honestly. I don't care for this match Yeah, I don't because I didn't even know I didn't want to see this This was never in my mind of matches. I wanted to see on backlash this year. So I don't I Don't even I don't I'm just confused like anybody else, bro. Honestly, so The real question is and I'm pretty sure that's gonna be somebody that's going to be a Vince McMahon Apologist a WWE apologist and excused his random nonsensical booking decision and Say, oh Man, they could steal the show you guys complain too much. I'm looking forward to the match Good on you. You are in the minority, but for everyone else. That's just as confused as I am Comment down below. Let me know Does this make a lick of goddamn sense because to me it makes absolutely no sense and do you guys honestly think? honestly That they could put on a good to decent match a match that people will be like, you know what? We went in not really can kind of confused the damn that may have been almost matching Mike night Do you think Seth Rollins could get potentially the best match out of Omar's and backlash? Let me know cuz we personally said this great But Omar's that's a that's a huge mountain to overcome to carry to a good match I don't know, but I appreciate all love to support you guys a show on the channel road to 150k And I am still getting speedy YouTube wrestling champion. We appreciate y'all kicking in with me see y'all next week. Peace


Chapter 7 of the Abbot's Ghost. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Linda Ferguson. The Abbot's Ghost or Maurice Trahearne's Temptation by Louisa May Alcott. A Ghostly Rebel. "'Bless me how dull we are to-night,' exclaimed Rose, as the younger portion of the party wandered listlessly about the drawing-rooms that evening, while my lady and the Major played an absorbing game of piquette, and the General Doe is peacefully at last. "'It is because Maurice is not here. He always keeps us going, for he's a fellow of infinite resources,' replied Sir Jasper, suppressing a yawn. "'Have him out, then,' said Anon. He won't come. The poor lad is blue to-night, in spite of his improvement. Something is amiss, and there is no getting a word from him.' Sad memories afflict him, perhaps.' Side-blanch. "'Don't be absurd, dear. Sad memories are all nonsense. Mellon Collie is always in digestion, and nothing is so sure or cure as fun,' said Rose bristly. "'I'm going to send in a polite invitation begging him to come and amuse us. Till accept, I haven't a doubt.' The message was sent, but to Rose's chagrin a polite refusal was returned. "'He shall come. Sir Jasper, do you and Mr. Anon go as a deputation from us, and return without him at your peril?' was her command. They went, and while waiting there a reappearance the sisters spoke of what all had observed. How lovely Mrs. Snowden looks to-night. I always thought she owed half her charms to her skill in dress, but she never looked so beautiful as in that plain black silk with those roses in her hair,' said Rose. "'What has she done to herself?' replied Blanche. "'I see a change, but can't account for it. She and Tavi have made some beautifying discovery, for both look altogether uplifted and angelic all of a sudden.' "'Here come the gentleman, and as I'm at Talbot they haven't got him,' cried Rose as the deputation appeared, looking very crestfallen. "'Don't come near me,' she added eerily. "'You are disloyal cowards, and I doom you to exile till I want you. I am infinite in resources as well as this recreant man, and come he shall. Mrs. Snowden, would you mind asking Mr. Tohearn to suggest something to wile away the rest of this evening? We are in despair, and can think of nothing, and you are all powerful with him.' "'I must decline, since he refuses you,' was the decided answer, as Mrs. Snowden moved away. "'Tavi dear, do go, we must have him. He always obeys you, and you would be such a public benefactor, you know.' Without a word Octavia wrote a line, and sent it by a servant. Several minutes passed, and the gentleman began to lay wages on the success of her trial. "'He will not come for me, you may be sure,' said Octavia. As the words passed her lips he appeared. A general laugh greeted him, but taking no notice of the jests at his expense, he turned to Octavia, saying quietly, "'What can I do for you, cousin?' His colourless face and weary eyes reproached her for disturbing him, but it was too late for regret, and she answered hastily, "'We are in want of some new and amusing occupation, to wile away the evening. Can you suggest something appropriate?' "'Why not sit round the hall-fire and tell stories, while we wait to see the old year out, as we used to long ago?' he asked, after a moment's thought. "'I'd told you so, there it is, just what we want, and suggest we look triumphant.' "'It's capital, let us begin at once. It is after ten now, so we shall not have long to wait,' cried Rose, and taking suggest's arm she led the way to the hall. A great fire always burned there, and in wintertime thick carpets and curtains covered the stone floor and draped the tall windows. Plants blossomed in the warm atmosphere, and chairs and lounges stood about invitingly. The party was soon seated, and Trahearn was desired to begin. "'We must have ghost stories, and in order to be properly thrilling and effective, the lights must be put out,' said Rose, who sat next to him and spoke first, as usual. This was soon done, and only a ruddy circle of fire-light was left to oppose the raptched gloom that filled the hall, where shadows now seemed to lurk in every corner. "'Don't be very dreadful, or I shall faint away,' pleaded Blanche, drawing nearer to a non, for she had taken her sister's advice and laid close siege to that gentleman's heart.  "'When I was in India four years ago, I had a very dear friend in my regiment—a Scotchman—I'm half Scotch myself, you know, and Clanish, of course. Gordon was sent up country on a scouting expedition and never returned. His men reported that he left them one evening to take a survey, and his horse came home bloody and ridellous. We searched, but could not find a trace of him, and I was desperate to discover and avenge his murder. About a month after his disappearance, as I sat in my tent one fearfully hot day, suddenly the canvas-door flap was raised and there stood Gordon. I saw him as plainly as I see you, Jasper, and should have sprung to meet him, but something held me back. He was deathly pale, dripping with water, and in his bony blue eyes was a wild, woeful look that made my blood run cold. I stared dumbly, for it was awful to see my friend so changed and so unearthly. Stretching his arm to me, he took my hand, saying solemnly, Come! The touch was like ice, and ominous thrill ran through me. I started up to a bay, and he was gone. A horrid dream, of course! Is that all? asked Rose. With his eyes on the fire, and his left hand half extended, Trehearn went on as if he had not heard her. I thought it was a fancy, and soon recovered myself, for no one had seen or heard anything of Gordon, and my native servant lay just outside my tent. A strange sensation remained in the hand the phantom touched. It was cold, damp, and white. I found it vain to try to forget this apparition. It took strong hold of me. I told Yermid, my man, and he bade me consider it a sign, that I was to seek my friend. Often night I dreamed I was riding up the country in hot haste. What led me, I know not, but I pressed on and on, longing to reach the end. A half-dried river crossed my path, and riding down the steep bank to for it, I saw Gordon's body, lying in the shallow water, looking exactly as the vision looked. I woke in a strange mood, told the story to my commanding officer, and as nothing was doing just then, easily got leave of absence for a week. Seeing Yermid I set out on my sad quest. I thought it folly, but I could not resist the impulse that drew me on. For seven days I searched, and the strangest part of the story is that all that time I went on exactly as in the dream, seeing what I saw then, and led by the touch of a cold hand on mine. On the seventh day I reached the river, and found my friend's body. How horrible! Is it really true?" cried Mrs. Snowden. As true as I am a living man, nor is that all, this left hand of mine never has been warm since that time, see and feel for yourselves. He opened both hands, and all satisfied themselves that the left was smaller, paler and colder than the right. Pray some one tell another story to put this out of my mind, it makes me nervous," said Blanche. I'll tell one, and you may laugh to quiet your nerves. I want to have mine done with, so that I can enjoy the rest with a free mind." With these words rose began her tale in the good old fashion. Once upon a time, when we were paying a visit to my blessed grand-mama, I saw a ghost in this wise. The dear old lady was ill with a cold, and kept her room leaving us to mow, for it was very dull in the great lonely house. Blanche and I were both homesick, but didn't like to leave till she was better, so we ransacked the library and solaced ourselves with all manner of queer books. One day I found grand-mama very low and nervous, and evidently with something on her mind. She would say nothing, but the next day was worse, and I insisted on knowing the cause, for the trouble was evidently mental. Charging me to keep it from Blanche, who was, and is, a sad coward, she told me that a spirit had appeared to her two successive nights. "'If it comes a third time, I shall prepare to die,' said the foolish old lady. "'No, you won't, for I'll come and stay with you and lay your ghost,' I said. With some difficulty I made her yield, and after Blanche was asleep I slipped away to grand-mama, with a book and a candle for a long watch, as the spirit didn't appear till after midnight. She usually slept with her door unlocked, in case of fire or fright, and her maid was close by. That night I locked the door, telling her that spirits could come through the oak if they chose, and I preferred to have a fair trial. Well, I read, and chatted, and dozed till dawn, and nothing appeared. So I laughed at the whole affair, and the old lady pretended to be convinced that it was all a fancy. Next night I slept in my own room, and in the morning was told that not only grand-mama, but Janet had seen the spirit, all in white with streaming hair, a pale face and a red streak at the throat. It came, and parted the bed curtains, looked in a moment, and then vanished. Janet had slept with grand-mama, and kept a lamp burning on the chimney, so both saw it. I was puzzled but not frightened, I never am, and I insisted on trying again. The door was left unlocked, as on the previous night, and I lay with grand-mama, a light burning as before. About two she clutched me as I was dropping off. I looked, and there, peeping in between the dark curtains, was a pale face with long hair all about it, and a red streak at the throat. It was very dim, the light being low, but I saw it, and after one breathless minute, spraying up, caught my foot, fell down with a crash and by the time I was around the bed not a vestige of the thing appeared. I was angry and vowed I'd succeed at all hazards, though I'll confess I was just a bit daunted. Next time Janet and I sat up in easy-chairs, with bright lights burning and both wide awake with the strongest coffee we could make. As the hour drew near we got nervous, and when the white shape came gliding in, Janet hit her face. I didn't, and after one look was on the point of laughing, for the spirit was blanched walking in her sleep. She wore a coral necklace in those days, and never took it off, and her long hair half hit her face, which had the unnatural uncanny look some namueless always wear. I had the sense to keep still, and tell Janet what to do, so the poor child went back un-waked, and Grandma Ma's spirit never walked again, for I took care of that. Why did you haunt the old lady? asked Anon, as the laugh deceased. I don't know, unless it was that I wanted to ask leave to go home, and was afraid to do it awake, so tried when asleep. I shall not tell any story, as I was the heroine of this, but will give my turn to you, Mr. Anon, said Blanche with a soft glance which was quite thrown away, for the gentleman's eyes were fixed on Octavia, who sat on a low ottoman at Mrs. Snowden's feet in the full glow of the fire-light. I've had very small experience in ghosts, and can only recall a little fright I once had when a boy at college. I'd been out to a party, got home tired, couldn't find my mattress and retired in the dark. Toward morning I woke, and glancing up to see if the dim light was dawn or moonshine, I was horrified to see a coffin standing at the bed's foot. I rubbed my eyes to be sure I was awake, and looked with all my might. There it was, a long, black coffin, and I saw the white plate in the dusk, for the moon was setting and my curtain was not drawn. It's some trick of the fellows, I thought. I'll not betray myself, but keep cool. Easy to say, but hard to do, for it suddenly flashed into my mind that I might be in the wrong room. I glanced about, but there were the familiar objects as usual, as far as the indistinct light allowed me to see, and I made sure by feeling on the wall at the bed's head, for my watch case, it was there and mine beyond a doubt, being peculiar in shape and fabric. Had I been to a college wine-party I could have accounted for the vision, but a quiet evening in a grave Professor's well-conductored family could produce no ill effects. It's an optical illusion, or a prank of my mates. I'll sleep and forget it, I said, and for a time endeavoured to do so. But curiosity overcame my resolve, and soon I peeped again. Judge of my horror when I saw the sharp white outline of a dead face, which seemed to be peeping up from the coffin. It gave me a terrible shock, for I was but a lad and had been ill.  Still thinking of some joke, and too proud to betray fear, lest I should be laughed at. How long I lay there, I don't know. But when I looked again the face was farther out and the whole figure seemed rising slowly. The moon was nearly down. I had no lamp, and to be left in the dark with that awesome thing was more than I could bear. Joke or honest I must end the panic, and bolting out of my room I roused my neighbour. He told me I was mad or drunk, but little lamp and returned with me. To find my horror, only a heap of clothes thrown on the table in such a way that, as the moon's pale light shot it, it struck upon my black student's gown with a white card lying on it, and produced the effect of a coffin and plate. The face was a crumpled handkerchief, and what seemed here a brown muffler. As the moon sank these outlines changed, and, incredible as it may seem, grew like a face. My friend, not having had the fright, enjoyed the joke, and coffins was my sobriker for a long while. You get worse and worse! Sir Jasper, do vary the horrors by a touch of fun, or I shall run away," said Blanche, glancing over her shoulder nervously. I'll do my best and tell a story my uncle used to relate, of his young days. I forget the name of the place, but it was some little country town, famous among anglers. My uncle often went to fish, and always regretted that a deserted house near the trout stream was not occupied, for the inn was inconveniently distant. Speaking of this one evening as he lounged at the landlady's parlour, he asked why no one took it and let the rooms to strangers in the fishing season. For fear of ghostesses, your honour, replied the woman, and proceeded to tell him that three distinct spirits haunted the house. In the garret was heard the hum of a wheel and the tap of high-heeled shoes, as the ghostly spinner went to and fro. In a chamber sounded the sharpening of a knife followed by groans and the drip of blood. The cellar was made awful by a skeleton sitting on a half-buried box and chuckling fiendishly. It seems a miser lived there once, and was believed to have starved his daughter in the garret, keeping her at work till she died. The second spirit was that of the girl's rejected lover, who cut his throat in the chamber, and the third of the miser who was found dead on the money-chest he was too feeble to conceal. My uncle laughed at all this and offered to lay the ghost if anyone would take the house. This offer got abroad, and a crusty old fellow accepted it, hoping to turn a penny. He had a pretty girl whose love had been floated by the old man, and whose lover was going to see in despair. My uncle knew this and pitted the young people. He had made acquaintances with a wandering artist, and the two agreed to conquer the prejudice against the house by taking rooms there. They did so, and after satisfying themselves regarding the noises, consulted a wise old woman as the best means of laying the ghost. She told them, if any young girl would pass a night in each haunted room praying piously the while, that all would be well. Peggy was asked if she would do it, and being a stout heart at last she consented, for a round sum to try it. The first night was in the garret, and Peggy, in spite of the prophecies of the village gossips, came out alive, though listeners at the door heard the weird humming and tapping all night long. The next night all went well, and from that time no more sharpening, groaning, or dripping was heard. The third time she bade her friends goodbye, and wrapped in her red cloak with a lamp and a prayer-book went down into the cellar. Alas for pretty Peggy! When day came she was gone, and with her miser's empty box, though his bones remained to prove how well she had done her work. The town was in an uproar and the old man furious. Some said the devil had flown away with her, others that the bones were hers, and all agreed that henceforth another ghost would haunt the house. My uncle and the artist did their best to comfort the father, who sorely reproached himself for thwarting the girl's love, and declared that if Jack would find her he should have her. But Jack had sailed, and the old man was left lamenting. The house was freed from its unearthly visitors, however, for no ghost appeared, and when my uncle left, old Martin found money and letter informing him that Peggy had spent her first two nights preparing for flight, and on the third had gone away to marry and sail with Jack. The noises had been produced by the artist, who was a ventriloquist, the skeleton had been smuggled from the surgeons, and the whole thing was a conspiracy to help Peggy in accommodate the fisherman. It is evident that Rogary is hereditary, laughed Rose as the narrator paused. I strongly suspect that Sir Jasper II was the true hero of that story, added Mrs. Snowden. Think what you like, I've done my part, and leave the stage for you, madam. I will come last, it is your turn, dear. As Mrs. Snowden softly uttered the last word, and Octavia leaned upon her knee with an affectionate glance, Trahearne leaned forward to catch a glimpse of the two changed faces, and looked as if bewildered when both smiled at him as they sat hand in hand while the girl told her story. Long ago a famous actress suddenly dropped dead at the clothes of a splendidly played tragedy. She was carried home and preparations were made to bury her. The play had been gotten up with great care and expense, and a fine actor was the hero. The public demanded a repetition, and an inferior person was engaged to take the dead lady's part. A day's delay had been necessary, but when the night came the house was crowded. The wait had both before and behind the curtain for the debut of the new actress, with much curiosity. She stood waiting for her cue, but as it was given to the amazement of all, the great tragedy glided upon the stage. Pale as marble, as with the strange fire in her eyes, strange pathos in her voice, strange power in her acting, she went through her part, and at the clothes vanished as mysteriously as she came. Great was the excitement that night, and intense the astonishment and horror next day when it was whispered abroad that the dead woman never had revived, but had lain in her coffin before the eyes of watchers all the evening when hundreds fancied they were applauding her at the theatre. The mystery never was cleared up, and Paris was divided by two opinions, one that some person, marvellously like Madame Z, had personated her for the sake of a sensation, the other that the ghost of the dead actress, unable to free itself from the old duties so full of fascination to an ambitious and successful woman, had played for the last time the part which had made her famous. Where did you find that, Tavi? It's a very French, and not bad if you invented it," said Sir Jasper. I read it in an old book, where it was much better told. Now Edith, there is just time for your tale. As the word Edith passed her lips, a gain through her and started, and eyed them both, and again they smiled as Mrs Snowden crest the smooth cheek leaning on her knee, and looking full at him began the last recital. You have been recounting the pranks of imaginary ghosts, let me show you the workings of some real spirits, evil and good, that haunt every heart and home making its misery or joy. At Christmas time, in a country house, a party of friends met to keep the holidays, and very happily they might have done so, had not one person marred the peace of several. Love, jealousy, deceit, and nobleness were the spirits that played their freaks with these people. The person of whom I speak was more haunted than the rest, than much tormented, being willful, proud, and jealous. Heaven help her she had no one to exercise these ghosts for her, and they goaded her to do much harm. Among these friends there were more than one pair of lovers, and much tangling of plots and plans for hearts are wayward and mysterious things, and cannot love as duty bids or prudence councils. This woman held the key to all the secrets of the house, and having a purpose to gain, she used her power selfishly for a time. To satisfy a doubt she feigned a fancy for a gentleman who once did her the honour of admiring her, and to the great scandal of certain sage persons permitted him to show his regard for her, knowing that it was but a transient amusement on his part as well as upon hers. In the hands of this woman lay a secret which could make or mar the happiness of the best and dearest of the party. The evil spirits which haunted her urged her to mar their peace and gratify a sinful hope. On the other side honour, justice, and generosity prompted her to make them happy, and while she wavered there came to her a sweet enchantress, who, with a word, banished the tormenting ghost forever, and gave the haunted woman a talisman to keep her free henceforth. There the earnest voice faltered, and with a sudden impulse Mrs. Snowden bent her head, and kissed the fair forehead which had bent lower and lower as she went on. Each listener understood the truth lightly veiled in that hasty fable, and each found in it a different meaning. So Jasper frowned and bit his lips, an on-gland st anxiously from face to face. Octavia hid hers, and Trehernce flashed with sudden intelligence, while Rose laughed low to herself, enjoying the scene. Blanche, who was getting sleepy, said with a stifled gape, That is a very nice, moral little story, but I wish there had been some real ghosts in it. There was. Will you come and see them? As she put the question, Mrs. Snowden rose abruptly, wishing to end the seance, and beckoning them to follow glided up the great stairway. All obeyed, wondering what whim possessed her, and quite ready for any jest in store for them. CHAPTER VIII. Jasper. She led them to the north gallery, and pausing at the door said merrily, the ghost, or ghost-rather, for there were two, which frightened Patti, where Sir Jasper and myself meeting to discuss certain important matters which concerned Mr. Trehern. If you want to see spirits, we will play phantom for you and convince you of our power. Good, let us go and have a ghostly dance as a proper finale of our revel, answered Rose as they flocked into the long hall. At that moment the great clock struck twelve, and all paused to bid the old year adieu. Sir Jasper was the first to speak. IV. Angry with Mrs. Snowden, yet thankful to her for making a jest to others of what had been earnest to him, he desired to hide his chagrin under a gay manor, and taking Rose around the waist was about to waltz away as she proposed, saying cheerly, come one and all and dance the new year in, when a cry from Octavia arrested him, and, turning, he saw her stand, pale and trembling, pointing to the far end of the hall. Eight narrow gothic windows pierced either wall of the north gallery. A full moon sent her silvery light strongly in upon the eastern side, making broad bars of brightness across the floor. No fires burned there now, and wherever the moonlight did not fall, deep shadows lay. As Octavia cried out, all looked, and all distinctly saw a tall, dark figure moving noiselessly across the second bar of light far down the hall. Is it some jest of yours, said Sir Jasper, of Mrs. Snowden, as the form vanished in the shadows? No, upon my honor, I know nothing of it. I only meant to relieve Octavia's superstitious fears by showing her our pranks, was the whispered reply as Mrs. Snowden's cheek paled, and she drew nearer to Jasper. Who is there, called Traherne, in a commanding tone? No answer, but a faint cold breath of air seemed to sigh along the arched roof and die away as the dark figure crossed the third streak of moonlight. A strange awe fell upon them all, and no one spoke, but stood watching for the appearance of the shape. Nearer and nearer it came, with soundless steps, and as it reached the sixth window its outlines were distinctly visible, a tall, wasted figure, all in black, with a rosary hanging from the girdle, and a dark beard half concealing the face. The abbot's ghost, and very well, got up, said Anon, trying to laugh, but failing decidedly, for again the cold breath swept over them, causing a general shudder. Hush whispered her hand, drawing Octavia to his side with a protecting gesture. Once more the phantom appeared and disappeared, and as they waited for it to cross the last bar of light that lay between it and them, Mrs. Snowden stepped forward to the edge of the shadow in which they stood, as if to confront the apparition alone. Out of the darkness it came, and then the full radiance of the light it paused. Mrs.  Nothing human ever wore a look like that of the ghastly, hallowed, pale-lipped countenance below the hood. All saw it, and held their breath, as it slowly raised a shadowy arm and pointed a shriveled finger at Sir Jasper.  An icy gust swept through the hall, and the phantom slowly receded into the shadow. Jasper sprang after it, but nothing crossed a second stream of light, and nothing remained in the shade. Like one possessed by a sudden fancy, he rushed down the gallery to find all fast and empty, and to return looking very strangely. Blanche had fainted away, and Anon was bearing her out of the hall. Rose was clinging to Mrs. Snowden, and Octavia leaned against her cousin, saying in a fervent whisper, Thank God it did not point at you. Am I then dearer than your brother, he whispered back. There was no audible reply, but one little hand involuntarily pressed his, though the other was outstretched towards Jasper, who came up white and startled but firm and quiet.  Let us think no more of it. Come, Edith, this is not like your usual self. It was nothing human, Jasper. You know it as well as I. Oh, why did I bring you here to meet the warning phantom that haunts your house? Nay, if my time is near, the spirit would have found me out wherever I might be. I have no faith in that absurd superstition I laugh at and defy it. Come down and drink my health and wine from the abbot's own cellar. But no one had heart for further gaiety. When finding Lady Traherne, already alarmed by a non, they were forced to tell her all and find their own bewilderment deepened by her unalterable belief in the evil omen. At her command the house was searched, the servants crossed question, and every effort made to discover the identity of the apparition. All in vain the house was as usual, and not a man or maid but turned pale at the idea of entering the gallery at midnight. My lady's request all promised to say no more upon the mystery and separated at last to such sleep as they could enjoy. Very grave were the faces gathered about the breakfast table next morning, and very anxious the glances cast on Sir Jasper as he came in, late as usual, looking uncommonly blithe and well. Nothing serious ever made a deep impression on his mercurial nature. Traherne had more of the air of a doomed man, being very pale and worn, in spite of an occasional gleam of happiness as he looked at Octavia. He haunted Jasper like a shadow all the morning, much to that young gentleman's annoyance, for both his mother and sister hung about him with faces of ill-dissembled anxiety. By afternoon his patience gave out, and he openly rebelled against the tender guard kept over him. Ringing for his horse he said decidedly, I'm bored to death, the solemnity which pervades the house today, so I'm all for a brisk gallop before I lose my temper and spirits all together. Come with me in the pony carriage, Jasper. I've not had a drive with you for a long while and should enjoy it so much, said my lady, detaining him. Mrs. Snowden looks as if she needed air to revive her roses, and the pony carriage is just the thing for her, so I will cheerfully resign my seat to her. He answered, laughing, as he forced himself from his mother's hand. Take the girls and the Clarence. We all want a breath of air, and you are the best whip we know. Be gallant and say yes, dear. No thank you, Tavi. That won't do. Rose and Blanche are both asleep, and you are dying to go and do likewise after your vigils last night. As a man and a brother, I beg you'll do so, and let me ride as I like. Suppose you ask Anand to join you, began Trehan, with well assumed indifference, but Sir Jasper frowned and turned sharply on him, saying half petulantly, half joccusly, upon my life I should think I was a boy or a baby, by the manner in which you mount guard over me today. If you think I'm going to live in daily fear of some mishap, you are all much mistaken. Ghost or no ghost, I shall make merry while I can. A short life and a jolly one has always been my motto, you know, so fare you well till dinner time. They watched him gallop down the avenue, and then went their different ways, still burdened with a nameless foreboding. I was strolled into the conservatory, thinking to refresh herself with the balmy silence which pervaded the place, but Anand soon joined her, full of a lover's hopes and fears. Mr. Trehan, I have ventured to come for my answer. Is my new year to be blissful or a sad one? He asked eagerly, Forgive me if I give you an unwelcome reply, but I must be true, and so regretfully refuse the honor you do me, she said sorrowfully. May I ask why? Because I do not love you. And you do love your cousin, he cried angrily, pausing to watch her half averted face. So turned it fully toward him, and answered with her native sincerity, Yes I do, with all my heart, and now my mother will not thwart me, for Maurice has saved my life, and I am free to vote it all to him. Happy man, I wish I had been a cripple, cried Anand, then with a manful effort to be just and generous, he added heartily.  He kissed her hand, and left her to seek my lady, and make his adoose, for no persuasion could keep him. Leaving a note for Sir Jasper, he hurried away to the great relief of Trehan and the deep regret of Blanche, who, however, lived in hopes of another trial later in the season. Here comes Jasper, mama, safe and well, cried Octavia an hour or two later, as she joined her mother on the terrace, where my lady had been pacing restlessly to and fro nearly ever since her son rode away. With a smile of intense relief, she waved her handkerchief, as he came clattering up the drive, and seeing her, he answered with hat in hand. He usually dismounted at the great hall door, but a sudden whim made him ride along the wall that lay below the terrace, for he was a fine horseman, and Mrs. Snowden was looking from her window. As he approached, the peacocks fled screaming, and one flew up just before the horse's eyes as his master was in the act of dismounting. Spirited creature was startled, sprang partway up the low, broad steps of the terrace, and being sharply checked, slipped, fell, and man and horse rolled down together. Never did those who heard it forget the cry that left Lady Treheran's lips as she saw the fall. It brought out both guests and servants to find Octavia recklessly struggling with a frightened horse, and my lady down upon the steps with her son's bleeding head in her arms. They bore in the senseless, shattered body, and for hours tried everything that skill and sciences could devise to save the young man's life, but every effort was in vain, and as the sun set, Sir Jasper lay dying, conscious at last, and able to speak, he looked about him with a troubled glance, and seemed struggling with some desire that overmastered pain and held death at bay. I want more Reese, he feebly said at length. Dear lad, I am here, answered his cousin's voice from a seat in the shadow of the half-drawn curtains. Always near when I need you, many a scrape have you helped me out of, but this is beyond your power, and a faint smile passed over Jasper's lips as the past flooded before his mind, but the smile died, and a groan of pain escaped him as he cried suddenly quick. Let me tell it before it is too late. Reese never will, but bear the shame all his life that my dead name may be untarnished. Bringing Edith, she must hear the truth. She was soon there, and lying in his mother's arms, one hand in his cousin's, and one on his sister's bent head. Jasper rapidly told the secret which had burdened him for a year. I did it. I remember my uncle's name when I had lost so heavily at play that I dared not tell my mother or squander more of my own fortune. I deceived Maurice, and let him think the check a genuine one. I made him present it and get the money, and when all went well, I fancied I was safe, but my uncle discovered it secretly and said nothing, and believing Maurice the forger disinherited him. I never knew this till the old man died, and then it was too late. I confessed to Maurice, and he forgave me. He said, I am helpless now, shut out from the world, with nothing to lose or gain, and soon to be forgotten by those who once knew me. So let the suspicion of shame, if any such there be, still cling to me, and do you go your way, rich, happy, honorable, and untouched by any shadow on your fame. Mother, I let him do it, unconscious as he was, that many knew the secret sin, and fancied him the doer of it. Let's Jasper, let it pass, I can bear it, I promise your dear father to be your staunch friend through life, and I have only kept my word.  Edith, I told you half the truth, and you would have used it against him, had not some angel sent this girl to touch your heart. You have done your part to atone for the past, now let me do mine. Here, Tave loves him. He has risked life and honor for me. Repay him generously, and give him this. With feeble touch, Sir Jasper tried to lay his sister's hand into her hands as he spoke. Mrs. Snowden helped him, and as my lady bowed her head in silent acquiescence, a joyful smile shown on the dying man's face.  It was a jest to you, Edith, but it was bitter earnest to me, for I loved you, sinful as it was. Ask your husband to forgive me, and tell him it was better I should die than live to mar a good man's peace. Kiss me once, and make him happy for my sake. She touched his cold lips with remorseful tenderness, and in the same breath registered a vow to obey that dying prayer.  He will be a better son than I have, been to you. Then the reckless spirit of the man surviving to the last, Sir Jasper laughed faintly, as he seemed to beckon some invisible shape and died, saying, gaily, now Father Abbott, lead on, I will follow you. A year later, three weddings were celebrated on the same day and in the same church. Maurice Treherne, a well man, led up his cousin. Frank Anon rewarded Blanche's patient siege by an unconditional surrender and, to the infinite amusement of Mrs. Grundy, Major Royston publicly confessed himself out-generaled by Mary Rose. The triple wedding feast was celebrated at Treherne Abbey, and no uncanny visitor marred its festivities, for never again was the North Gaily haunted by the ghostly Abbott.


hey there friends thanks for checking in last week i spoke about new nine millimeter making its way to the market called us cartridge and i showed some shooting talked about it and everything but this video we're going to talk about rifle ammo this has been in the country for about a month now it's been for sale for about a month anyways and it's called red ops ammo right here we've got 223 remington and over here 762 by 39 it is a russian made ammo okay and you turn over here you can see the specs 56 grain it has a bimetal jacket lead core lacquered steel casing and burden primed so it's nice ammo i took it out already took my delton ar and it it fed fire and ejected just fine now the advantage with lacquer casing is that it'll it'll prevent rust or any type of corrosion all right so that's what we're looking at with the 223 it's got a nice nice looking feel to it the the steel case ammo is cheaper and so you'll you'll see that this is actually priced pretty well now i'm not going to say what the price is because you know as well as i do that it does change and so i don't want to quote something in a month later somebody say yeah you know this is not what you said it was well i don't work for an ammo company i don't own a gun store either a lot of people think i own a gun store because i feature so many guns i don't own a gun store i don't own an ammo company just showing what's available out there so let's go well actually let's watch this in action with my delton ar red ops 223 and over here we've got red ops ammo 762 by 39 we turn over to this way we could see some of the specs 124 grain bimetal jacket lead core lacquered steel cases and burden primed all right so we'll take a look at this it's got the same look obviously the lacquer casing is always nice all right 124 grain bullet and it's once again a little less expensive i don't want to say prices or anything but it is i brought out my vz 58 or shall i say vz 2008 or 2008 however they say it i love that rifle and i've hardly taken it out at all but i wanted to check out this 762 by 39 and once again it fired fed injected fed fired injected just fine let's go ahead and take a look at that red ops 762 by 39 so there it is new ammo into the us market which is always a welcome edition here we have red ops 223 remington and red ops 762 by 39 they both work really well it's good ammo all right and you don't punch in holes and targets hitting some steel whatever it is you know this is another option that we desperately need and any new ammo to the us market is welcome with open arms and so is this red ops stuff go ahead and check it out if you need some rifle ammo check it out i think you'll be pretty happy with this new red ops ammo if you like videos like this please subscribe and share i always appreciate thumbs up button thanks for watching and you guys be safe


The 15 seed St. Peter's Peacocks of New Jersey are led by Shaheen Holloway, a New York City native. If you remember Holloway from back in the day, he played his college ball at Seton Hall from 1996 to 2000. He was an all-biggie selection three times and the most improved player in the conference in 2000. This is only St. Peter's fourth NCAA tournament appearance and they never won a game before this year. Not even in the mid-2000s when they had two-time NCAA scoring champion Kydren Clark, who was one of ten players scored 3,000 points in his NCAA Division I career. This St. Peter's squad was just three and six heading into January and then they turned it around by putting together a 16 and 11 record before heading into the MAC conference tournament, which they won by winning three games and four nights. And then they beat Kentucky, then Murray State, and now they're into sweet 16. I got guys from New Jersey and New York City, you think we skinny or anything? Salute to you, Coach Holloway. No one exemplifies why we love March Madness more than this St. Peter's team.


So auto-centric development and private car ownership is unsustainable for our future CD. It is crucial that we find alternative solutions. So this is congestion in China. And then traffic congestion and last mile problem. Currently there are two trends that's fighting with this problem. Right-sharing, which is on demand, convenient, and bike-sharing, which is flexible and affordable. What we're doing at MIT is bringing together the best of both systems when we present the persuasive electric vehicle. So this is the first time we're showing this video. So PEV is a lightweight autonomous vehicle that's designed for sure use. It delivers a package and also transports people. So the user experience of using PEV, you can use your app and drop a ping on the map, and PEV will arrive shortly. When the passenger is on the PEV, PEV will get an electric tricycle. So it's very normal and intuitive that you can ride. But on the other hand, when you're riding PEV on the park, met your friend, you can actually get off the vehicle and switch to an EDAN chemo where the PEV will follow you and carry your grocery where you can have conversation with your friend. PEV, it has a sophisticated human-machine interface where the researchers at MIT could explore not only the self-driving technology, but also the social interface and how these low-speed robots can work in the low-speed environment, such as giving an eye. And so we're hoping that in the future, we can see this vehicle, we can use these vehicles on your campus or in the closed environment and transporting you from point A to point B. This is a bit longer, but it's coming up. So this is an academia and research collaboration between MIT, Denso, and also Type Attack. With the support from the Type Attack and the students, we work very closely to bring this vehicle to life. But before I talked about the next journey of the PEV research, I would like to recap a couple of important prototypes in the past. So in 2016, CES, we actually demonstrated this concept vehicle. The idea is that the future self-driving car could be friendly and it could be lightweight. Logically, then, we designed more of a bike-like vehicle that was legal in bike lanes. So can we turn off the music? Thank you. And then so this is an engineering prototype. After a few months working, we launched this engineering prototype. This prototype allows the users to quickly hack and experiment different ideas. Next slide, please. All right. And then so this is a living lab experiment that we like to run in Taipei. This experiment, putting our research in the real world, allowed the researcher to understand better how this vehicle could work in a low-speed environment. It also helped us to validate and optimize our system. Next slide. Sorry about this hiccup. So this... So together... So basically this is a new refined prototype based on the previous testing results. So we package and we identify the practical systems and put them into a marginalized architecture. And then in combination... In collaboration with Denzel, we're also exploring like thermal seats and then ice cream delivery for the cold delivery and also facial recognition for user authentication. And right now, we're working on this $1,000 TV platform where we're hoping to demarcallize the mobility and we want to invite our network and our friends in the network to join our future research journey. So this is like zero to one, so we provide the zero to one. At MIT, we treasure the sharing of knowledge and we like to build ideas on top of each other. And we're hoping that one day we can turn this research into a movement where people around the world from different parts of the world have the tool and the knowledge to build your own self-driving car. Thank you.


In this study, biological synthesis of silver nanoparticles, AGNPs, from supernatant of endophytic fungus-alternaria SP isolated from the healthy leaves of refina sativus was investigated. Characterization of the synth-sized AGNPs included UV vis spectroscopy, FTIR, powder x-ray diffraction, XRD, dynamic light scattering, DLs, transmission electron microscopy, TEM, and atomic force microscopy, AFM. The AGNPs were found to be spherical in shape with an average particle size of 4 to 30 nanometers and highly toxic against human pathogenic bacteria. This suggests the potential use of AGNPs as effective antibacterial agents. This article was authored by Tej Singh, Kumari Jutee, Amar Patnaik, and others.