Stalagmite

I was next to the water. The smell of the pine trees were in the air. A slight mist was on the water and hanging around me. It was beautiful, fireflies danced, and crickets chirped a tune through the trees in the distance. The lonely cabin looked so beautiful and ancient. And there she stood. Once again the magnificent creature who stood nearly seven feet tall was before me. The build of a horse the wings of a dragon, eyes black as night and instead of a mane there were spines with soft silk…

Several men that hung around Doc‘s house after seeing the big Indian carry Charity inside, stepped up and told Jeremiah that the Sheriff, Mr. Reed, and several others were conducting a search of the outbuildings and storerooms around town, looking for Jane Reed; saying she was still missing. Someone voiced their opinion that she had run off with a boy. “We know she's missing,” Jeremiah grumbled, “We might know where to find her. Y'all help us find the Sheriff!” Doctor Lane was staring at…

limestone plains, a thin clay soil layer formed. This was followed by a general drying of the climate which prevented significant erosion of the surface. A wet phase 5-3 MYA led to the formation of the Nullarbor caves as the limestone dissolved and stalagmites and stalactites of calcite grew. Caverns continue to enlarge as salt crystals corrode rock walls. (12) During the Miocene period (23 – 5 MYA), these events led to flora and fauna which were tolerant of heat, lack of water and alkaline…

Amaranth yatra is one of the most famous Hindu pilgrimages of the world which gathers lakhs of people together every year. However, it was always prone to controversies and threats. Many people travel long distances to take part in this breath taking and tiring pilgrimage by some times even risking their lives. This yatra leads finally to a shrine which is in a cave in the Himalayas near the city of Pahalgam. Amarnath shrine is Hindu shrine located in the state of Jammu and Kashmir, India. This…

Quotation “I was unnaturally conscious, for some reason, of the sounds of the cave: the roar of the underground river hundreds of feet below our rooms, reaming out walls, driving deeper and deeper; the centuries-old drip-drip of seepage building stalagmites, an inch in a hundred years; the spatter of the spring three rooms away - the room of the pictures half buried in stone - where the spring breaks through the roof”…