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Hedge river
A Farmer And A Hedgehog Statue Folklore From West Kalimantan
It was a very hot day. A farmer was working on his field. He was there for several hours. He was very tired and wanted to get some rest. Just before he found a nice place to rest, he saw something very shiny. He came to the shiny object and took it. It was a hedgehog statue. It was very beautiful. Its eyes were made of diamond. Those were the shiny objects he saw. The farmer then brought the statue home. He wanted to show it to his wife. His wife was so happy. They were so poor and planned to sell the statue.
At night, the farmer had a dream. A giant hedgehog came to him. He said, “Please let me stay in your home. As a return, I will give you everything you want. Just caress the statue’s head and say the prayer. There are two kinds of prayers, one is to start your wish and the second is to stop your wish. Now memorize the prayers.” The farmer told his wife about his dream. They really wanted to prove it. The farmer slowly caressed the statue's head. He said the prayer and asked for rice. Suddenly, a magic thing happened. Rice came out of the mouth of the statue. The rice kept on coming out from the statue's mouth. The farmer immediately said the prayer to stop it. It worked! The rice then stopped coming out from the statue's mouth. Now the farmer mentioned other things, they were jewelery and other stuffs they needed. In just a moment, the farmer and his wife became very rich. They then shared their materials with the neighbors.
There was one neighbor who was very jealous. He was actually a thief! He wanted to know how the poor farmers became rich. After the thief found out, he stole the magic hedgehog statue. He immediately took it and ran away. He was very tired from running and was very thirsty. He wanted to get some water from the statue. He said the prayer. His wish came true. Water came out of the statue’s mouth. The thief was so happy. He drank and drank the water. He wanted to stop drinking but he did not know how to stop the water. He forgot the prayer to stop the wish. Water kept on coming out. He did not know what to do. He was really panic. He asked for help. People who saw the incident were really scared. They ran away to avoid the water. More and more water surrounded him. Slowly, it became a small pond. Water flowed on the ground. It became a river. People then named the river as Hedgehog River or Sungai Landak.
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Cane Toad
The Cane Toad ( Bufo marinus ), also known as the Giant Neotropical Toad or Marine Toad , is a large, terrestrial true toad native to Central and South America. It is a member of the sub genus Chaunus of the genus Bufo, which includes many different true toad species throughout Central and South America. The Cane Toad is a prolific breeder; females lay single-clump spawns with large numbers of eggs. Its reproductive success is partly because of opportunistic feeding: it has a diet, unusual among Anurans, of both dead and living matter. Adults average 10 to 15 centimeters (4–6 in) in length; the largest recorded specimen weighed 2.65 kg (5.8 lb) with a length of 38 cm (15 in) from snout to vent.
The Cane Toad has poison glands, and the tadpoles are highly toxic to most animals if ingested. Because of its voracious appetite, the Cane Toad has been introduced to many regions of the Pacific and the Caribbean islands as a method of agricultural pest control, notably failing in the case of Australia in 1935, and derives its common name from its use against the gray back cane beetle pests. The Cane Toad is now considered a pest in many of its introduced regions, because its toxic skin kills many native predators when ingested. It has many negative effects on farmers because of pets and animals eating the creatures.
The Cane Toad has poison glands, and the tadpoles are highly toxic to most animals if ingested. Because of its voracious appetite, the Cane Toad has been introduced to many regions of the Pacific and the Caribbean islands as a method of agricultural pest control, notably failing in the case of Australia in 1935, and derives its common name from its use against the gray back cane beetle pests. The Cane Toad is now considered a pest in many of its introduced regions, because its toxic skin kills many native predators when ingested. It has many negative effects on farmers because of pets and animals eating the creatures.
THE AMAZING TAJ MAHAL IN INDIA
Taj Mahal is regarded as one of the eight wonders of the world. It was built by a Muslim Emperor Shah Jahan in the memory of his dear wife at Agra.
Taj Mahal is a Mausoleum that houses the grave of queen Mumtaz Mahal. The mausoleum is a part of a vast complex comprising of a main gateway, an elaborate garden, a mosque (to the left), a guest house (to the right), and several other palatial buildings. The Taj is at the farthest end of this complex, with the river Jamuna behind it.
The Taj stands on a raised, square platform (186 x 186 feet) with its four corners truncated, forming an unequal octagon. The architectural design uses the interlocking arabesque concept, in which each element stands on its own and perfectly integrates with the main structure. It uses the principles of self-replicating geometry and a symmetry of architectural elements.
Its central dome is fifty-eight feet in diameter and rises to a height of 213 feet. It is flanked by four subsidiary domed chambers. The four graceful, slender minarets are 162.5 feet each. The central domed chamber and four adjoining chambers include many walls and panels of Islamic decoration.
Taj Mahal is built entirely of white marble. Its stunning architectural beauty is beyond adequate description, particularly at dawn and sunset. The Taj seems to glow in the light of the full moon. On a foggy morning, the visitors experience the Taj as if suspended when viewed from across the Jamuna river.
Taj Mahal is regarded as one of the eight wonders of the world. It was built by a Muslim Emperor Shah Jahan in the memory of his dear wife at Agra.
Taj Mahal is a Mausoleum that houses the grave of queen Mumtaz Mahal. The mausoleum is a part of a vast complex comprising of a main gateway, an elaborate garden, a mosque (to the left), a guest house (to the right), and several other palatial buildings. The Taj is at the farthest end of this complex, with the river Jamuna behind it.
The Taj stands on a raised, square platform (186 x 186 feet) with its four corners truncated, forming an unequal octagon. The architectural design uses the interlocking arabesque concept, in which each element stands on its own and perfectly integrates with the main structure. It uses the principles of self-replicating geometry and a symmetry of architectural elements.
Its central dome is fifty-eight feet in diameter and rises to a height of 213 feet. It is flanked by four subsidiary domed chambers. The four graceful, slender minarets are 162.5 feet each. The central domed chamber and four adjoining chambers include many walls and panels of Islamic decoration.
Taj Mahal is built entirely of white marble. Its stunning architectural beauty is beyond adequate description, particularly at dawn and sunset. The Taj seems to glow in the light of the full moon. On a foggy morning, the visitors experience the Taj as if suspended when viewed from across the Jamuna river.
The Wallow: Water for the Animals and Opportunity for the Hunter
Every September seems to find me in a tree stand above a wallow, hearing elk screaming out their mating calls to each other. In this tree stand, I wait for a big bull to come in and give me a nice shot. This wallow may teach a few lessons in life and also many things about nature. At least that's the things I received from sitting at this wallow. As I sat in the top wallow in water gulch, I learned tons of patience, and even got a feel for the elk's need for this wallow. This wallow is very meaningful to me and will remain this way forever. This is also a place that I find to be very addictive and beautiful.
Water Gulch is a big gulch on our hunting property up above Crawford. We lease this 3,500 acre ranch for elk and deer hunting during the months of August through November. The gulch is a big draw that is full of beautiful aspen trees and thick oak brush. It is very thick and hard to spot animals until they reach the bottom of the draw. The bottom of the draw contains three different wallows. The wallows are all surrounded by extremely steep slopes that even I don't want to challenge. On this particular occasion, I chose to sit at the top wallow in a tree stand. This wallow served as a mud bath for the magnificent elk. Broken tree limps and brush covered the wallow, making many obstacles for the elk to reach the water. This large mud bath had proven itself a great place to hunt in the past, so I gave it a try. I was only 12 years old on this day and what a day it turned out to be.
The weather was perfect for a great September archery hunt. It was the last day of the season and throughout the year I had seen many large bulls at this same exact location. I had even seen a monster five point that would score around 300 inches. An extraordinary bull in many hunters' books.
This beautiful day started with me climbing up an aged aspen tree at approximately 6 o'clock in the morning. It was about 30-40 degrees and the chill made my neck hair stand straight up. After scaling straight up the tree, I settled in and got cozy. The wait that was ahead of me was not one that I was extremely happy about, but I knew if I stuck it out, it would pay off.
Sitting in the tall, almost deceased tree, I anxiously awaited a big bull to pass by. Early in the morning, I heard many bugles and cow calls off in the distance. I also heard many birds chirping and cows mooing. I sat, wondering if I would even see an elk on this morning. If not, my first year of bow hunting would turn out to be unsuccessful. I had worked hard the whole entire season, and I hoped that on this day, my hard work would pay off.
At about 7 o'clock in the morning, a slight wind picked up, and I felt my tree stand swaying and rocking back and fourth. The trunk of the old aspen began to creak, and I questioned my presence up in the top of the tree. Butterflies filled my stomach, and my heart started pounding a little harder than usual. I began to wonder if this tree would hold up and support my weight for the entire morning. As the wind died down, the game activity picked up. This sprang my thoughts into confidence, and I started to get a good feeling deep inside me. I felt as if I might be successful on this morning.
The distance elk calls were getting closer by the minute, and soon I felt that the elk would drop down off the steep ridge into the bottom of water gulch. I thought to myself, surely with all of the passionate breeding and rutting that was going on, a bull would need a drink sometime.
The warm, crisp sun started to rise up over the crest of the hill behind me, and I started to feel as if I were sitting in front of the fireplace, a very comforting feeling. What a great feeling the sun provides on a cold, brisk morning in September.
I was still feeling the heat of the sun and hearing the calls of nature when out of no where, a beautiful five point bull broke off the crest of the hill and started in my direction. My whole body began to shake and my teeth began to chatter. My first year bow hunting might be successful after all. The bull had just left his harem of cows on the top of the ridge and came for a drink from the wallow, which I was sitting over.
The five point, which was a very considerable bull to me, wasted no time speeding to the bottom of the thickly blanketed hill and into the wallow. I slowly began to pick up my brand new, Mathews solo cam bow. I latched my hand onto the bow and quietly nocked a 29 inch carbon arrow that was tipped with a 100 grain Thunderhead broad head. Then, I gently began to rise up out of my tiny seat and take aim at the bull. All of this motion and activity, surprisingly enough, was done undetected by the bull elk.
The large bull entered the wallow facing straight toward me and finally turned broadside. I new it was now or never! Slowly and quietly, I drew back my bow and put the 20 yard pin slightly behind the magnificent animal's shoulder blade. I took a look through my peep sight, lined up my pin, and let the blazing shaft of carbon fly. The arrow zipped straight threw the bull's boiling room and stuck right into the bank of the far side of the wallow. The bull spun 90 degrees and took off trotting up the hill. About halfway up the hill, the bull slowed to a frantic walk and soon disappeared over the hill top.
My emotions were flying by this time, and I couldn't even think straight. I was shaking twice as bad now than I was before. I felt like I was going to throw up and pee my pants. I sat back down on the uncomfortable tree stand seat and tried to collect myself. It was obvious, I was uncontrollable! I had a hard time sitting in the stand and letting the bull bleed out and die. This is the worst time for a bow hunter, nothing but waiting and wondering.
After about a half hour of suffering in the tree stand, I decided that it was time to go and see if I had killed the bull. The nerves were still rumbling, and they didn't seem as if they would ever go away. In fact, in all of the excitement, I forget to take the safety belt off before climbing down the tree. I always wore this safety belt in order to reassure myself about my presence in the tree. On my way down, I felt the belt tighten around my waist, and I instantly knew what I had done. I had to crawl back up onto the stand and unhook the harness. This mistake was just one more thing that convinced me I was a nervous wreck.
After a long crawl down the tree, I finally reached the ground. I then quickly got my bow and headed over to the wallow where the bull once stood, not 30 seconds earlier. When I reached the torn up ground of the wallow, I started staring at the wet dirt in search of blood. I instantly found the blood trail going up the hill, and I began to slowly and carefully follow it. The trail then topped out over the hill, and about ten yards up on top of the large hill, my heart started thumping a hundred miles an hour. I was once again an uncontrollable, nervous wreck. The bull was lying dead only eighty yards from the wallow. I couldn't believe the accomplishment I had just made. I had harvested a nice five point bull in my first year of bow hunting. What an unforgettable memory!
Ever since this day, the wallow in water gulch has been one of my favorite places to hunt. God's creation of this wallow had helped me succeed in harvesting a nice bull elk. There is no way to describe this place other than absolutely incredible! This wallow will always be something that I will remember, even after the day when it dries up and no longer provides the water for the animals and the opportunity for the hunter.
Water Gulch is a big gulch on our hunting property up above Crawford. We lease this 3,500 acre ranch for elk and deer hunting during the months of August through November. The gulch is a big draw that is full of beautiful aspen trees and thick oak brush. It is very thick and hard to spot animals until they reach the bottom of the draw. The bottom of the draw contains three different wallows. The wallows are all surrounded by extremely steep slopes that even I don't want to challenge. On this particular occasion, I chose to sit at the top wallow in a tree stand. This wallow served as a mud bath for the magnificent elk. Broken tree limps and brush covered the wallow, making many obstacles for the elk to reach the water. This large mud bath had proven itself a great place to hunt in the past, so I gave it a try. I was only 12 years old on this day and what a day it turned out to be.
The weather was perfect for a great September archery hunt. It was the last day of the season and throughout the year I had seen many large bulls at this same exact location. I had even seen a monster five point that would score around 300 inches. An extraordinary bull in many hunters' books.
This beautiful day started with me climbing up an aged aspen tree at approximately 6 o'clock in the morning. It was about 30-40 degrees and the chill made my neck hair stand straight up. After scaling straight up the tree, I settled in and got cozy. The wait that was ahead of me was not one that I was extremely happy about, but I knew if I stuck it out, it would pay off.
Sitting in the tall, almost deceased tree, I anxiously awaited a big bull to pass by. Early in the morning, I heard many bugles and cow calls off in the distance. I also heard many birds chirping and cows mooing. I sat, wondering if I would even see an elk on this morning. If not, my first year of bow hunting would turn out to be unsuccessful. I had worked hard the whole entire season, and I hoped that on this day, my hard work would pay off.
At about 7 o'clock in the morning, a slight wind picked up, and I felt my tree stand swaying and rocking back and fourth. The trunk of the old aspen began to creak, and I questioned my presence up in the top of the tree. Butterflies filled my stomach, and my heart started pounding a little harder than usual. I began to wonder if this tree would hold up and support my weight for the entire morning. As the wind died down, the game activity picked up. This sprang my thoughts into confidence, and I started to get a good feeling deep inside me. I felt as if I might be successful on this morning.
The distance elk calls were getting closer by the minute, and soon I felt that the elk would drop down off the steep ridge into the bottom of water gulch. I thought to myself, surely with all of the passionate breeding and rutting that was going on, a bull would need a drink sometime.
The warm, crisp sun started to rise up over the crest of the hill behind me, and I started to feel as if I were sitting in front of the fireplace, a very comforting feeling. What a great feeling the sun provides on a cold, brisk morning in September.
I was still feeling the heat of the sun and hearing the calls of nature when out of no where, a beautiful five point bull broke off the crest of the hill and started in my direction. My whole body began to shake and my teeth began to chatter. My first year bow hunting might be successful after all. The bull had just left his harem of cows on the top of the ridge and came for a drink from the wallow, which I was sitting over.
The five point, which was a very considerable bull to me, wasted no time speeding to the bottom of the thickly blanketed hill and into the wallow. I slowly began to pick up my brand new, Mathews solo cam bow. I latched my hand onto the bow and quietly nocked a 29 inch carbon arrow that was tipped with a 100 grain Thunderhead broad head. Then, I gently began to rise up out of my tiny seat and take aim at the bull. All of this motion and activity, surprisingly enough, was done undetected by the bull elk.
The large bull entered the wallow facing straight toward me and finally turned broadside. I new it was now or never! Slowly and quietly, I drew back my bow and put the 20 yard pin slightly behind the magnificent animal's shoulder blade. I took a look through my peep sight, lined up my pin, and let the blazing shaft of carbon fly. The arrow zipped straight threw the bull's boiling room and stuck right into the bank of the far side of the wallow. The bull spun 90 degrees and took off trotting up the hill. About halfway up the hill, the bull slowed to a frantic walk and soon disappeared over the hill top.
My emotions were flying by this time, and I couldn't even think straight. I was shaking twice as bad now than I was before. I felt like I was going to throw up and pee my pants. I sat back down on the uncomfortable tree stand seat and tried to collect myself. It was obvious, I was uncontrollable! I had a hard time sitting in the stand and letting the bull bleed out and die. This is the worst time for a bow hunter, nothing but waiting and wondering.
After about a half hour of suffering in the tree stand, I decided that it was time to go and see if I had killed the bull. The nerves were still rumbling, and they didn't seem as if they would ever go away. In fact, in all of the excitement, I forget to take the safety belt off before climbing down the tree. I always wore this safety belt in order to reassure myself about my presence in the tree. On my way down, I felt the belt tighten around my waist, and I instantly knew what I had done. I had to crawl back up onto the stand and unhook the harness. This mistake was just one more thing that convinced me I was a nervous wreck.
After a long crawl down the tree, I finally reached the ground. I then quickly got my bow and headed over to the wallow where the bull once stood, not 30 seconds earlier. When I reached the torn up ground of the wallow, I started staring at the wet dirt in search of blood. I instantly found the blood trail going up the hill, and I began to slowly and carefully follow it. The trail then topped out over the hill, and about ten yards up on top of the large hill, my heart started thumping a hundred miles an hour. I was once again an uncontrollable, nervous wreck. The bull was lying dead only eighty yards from the wallow. I couldn't believe the accomplishment I had just made. I had harvested a nice five point bull in my first year of bow hunting. What an unforgettable memory!
Ever since this day, the wallow in water gulch has been one of my favorite places to hunt. God's creation of this wallow had helped me succeed in harvesting a nice bull elk. There is no way to describe this place other than absolutely incredible! This wallow will always be something that I will remember, even after the day when it dries up and no longer provides the water for the animals and the opportunity for the hunter.
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Procedure Text in Making Candles
Making colored and scented candles is really quick and simple. What's more, you'll save so much money. If making candle is easy, why do you ever bought one from a shop?
What you need in making candle are wax, moulds, wick, dye discs, essential oils, and a double boiler. All these materials are available from craft shops. If you do not want to buy them, you can improvise with an old saucepan, Pyrex jug, or even a sturdy can, in a pot of water. After providing the materials, follow this procedure or instruction in making candles!
First of all, melt the wax. All wax has a flash point, so to prevent it bursting into flames you must melt it in a double boiler, with water in the bottom pan. Then, prepare the mould with the wick. Thread the wick through the mould and make sure that you leave a good few centimeters sticking out of the hole in the bottom. After that, add the scent. If you want a scented candle, add a few drops of essential oil to the melted wax. You can use any essential oil you like, as long as it doesn't contain water.
Next step, pour the wax into the mould. Try and tip the wax into the mould quickly, all in one go, to minimize spillage and air bubbles. Then, release the bubbles and top it up. Releasing the air bubbles will eventually make the candle sink, so you will need to top it up with more melted wax.
Finally, remove it from the mould. After four or five hours, the candle can be taken out of its mould. Your candle is now ready for display. Remember, you must always leave it for a day before lighting it.
Initial Brooch
Many people like to look at those glittering displays of jewelry in shop windows. Not so many can afford to buy and wear them. All over the world, and through many centuries, people have been making their own jewelry from much simpler materials that were a part of their everyday life. From junk, for example, we can make various nice accessories for us to use in our outfits. Brooch can fit perfectly on clothes or even on jilbab. It is made in different shapes and materials. The following steps are about how to make initial brooch.
Making an initial brooch is very easy and simple. It is economic too, because the materials are from not-wanted junk and can be found in our surroundings. All you need to prepare is a thick cardboard, a pencil, sticky tape, a safety pin, scissors, glitter, glue, old beads and buttons. You can get the thick cardboard from an unused box.
First of all, grab a pencil and draw your initial on the cardboard. Don’t make it too small because it will be difficult to stick the decorations on, so make it big so everyone could see it. After that, cut the shape out. Attach a safety pin to one side of the cardboard with the sticky tape. Make sure that the pin part is free to move so you can pin it to your clothes or jilbab.
Next, on the other side of the cardboard, spread glue to the whole surface and then stick on the glitter, beads and buttons in whatever pattern you like. This part is fun because it doesn’t need to be in order. So can stick it anywhere you like. Just follow your instinct of art and creativity. Done with that, leave it dry and pin it to your sweater, hat, jilbab or shirt. Let everyone try to guess your name.
In brief, making an initial brooch can be made by people from any ages. Besides easy and simple, it is also cheap because it is made from unused stuff. There are a lot of other brooch ideas. You may like to make a fish or star shape, for instance. You could also attach an old hair slide to the back, instead of the safety pin so you can clip it to your hair. The main basic skill is creativity. Being creative is fun.
By: Rainy Pertiwi, 2011
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