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Write questions about the following story:Into the Woods Henry David Thoreau raised his pen to write, but the chatter of guests in the next room filled his ears. He stared at the page. “Concord, 1841” was all that he had written. How would he write a book with such noise in his family’s house? Thoreau headed outside, shutting the door with emphasis. He would have to find a place of his own. Thoreau walked out of town. Tall white pines soon replaced the painted houses. He listened to the rustling of the leaves. What if I could stay here, he thought. He could live off the land, close to nature, and begin his book. It would take work, but he could do it. FPG /The Image Bank/Getty Images Years passed, but Thoreau still did not have a place in the woods. One day, his friend Ralph Waldo Emerson had an idea. Emerson was a well-known writer who had bought some land near Walden Pond. Because he and Thoreau shared the same interest in nature, Emerson decided to let Thoreau use part of this land. In March of 1845, Thoreau began to build a cabin. By July, it was ready. He could live and write in the woods.Cabin Life Thoreau’s move to the woods indicated that he liked to be alone. But Thoreau did not feel that way. “I have a great deal of company in my house,” he wrote. Red squirrels woke him by running up and down the sheer sides of his cabin. A snowshoe hare lived in the debris under his cabin, thumping against the floorboards. A sparrow once perched on his shoulder. Thoreau recorded these experiences in his journal. How easily writing came to him with the beauty of nature around him! On Walden Pond Thoreau was a naturalist. He noticed the habits of animals. Each encounter showed him something new. One afternoon, Thoreau tried to get a close look at a loon, but the bird quickly dove into the pond. He knew loons could travel long distances under water, so he guessed where it would come up. But every time Thoreau paddled to one spot, the loon came up somewhere else and let out a call—a howling laugh. What a silly loon, Thoreau thought. But after a while, Thoreau felt as though the bird was laughing at him because he still could not catch up to it. Thoreau wrote in his journal: His white breast, the stillness of the air, and the smoothness of the water were all against him. At length he uttered one of those prolonged howls, as if calling on the god of the loons to aid him, and immediately there came a wind from the east and rippled the surface, and filled the whole air with misty rain, and I was impressed.The spectacular scene made Thoreau wonder at the loon. It no longer seemed a silly animal, but one with some mysterious power. As months went by, Thoreau also became aware of each animal’s ability to stay alive. “His power of observation seemed to indicate additional senses,” Emerson once remarked. In winter, as he warmed his cabin by fire, he watched in awe as the moles warmed their nest by their own body heat. He understood forest life as never before. Back to Concord Like the geese that move to new ponds at the season’s end, so too did Thoreau leave Walden. He had done what he had set out to do, and had learned much from the woods around him. He packed his few belongings and his stack of journals and returned to Concord. Now, he would turn his journal entries into a book. Generations to come would know life on Walden Pond!

MEANING OF POLLUTION Pollution is the release of harmful substances into the environment and making it unsafe for human and animals. TYPES OF POLLUTION 1. WATER POLLUTION: This is the release of harmful substances into bodies of water. Examples of water pollutants are urine, bathing, excretion from man and animals, dumping of refuse into the rivers, lakes etc. 2. AIR POLLUTION: This is the release of harmful substances into the atmosphere making it unfit to breathe in. Examples of air pollutants are : smoke of vehicles, smoke from industries, oil burning, smoke from firewood, dead animals etc. 3. NOISE POLLUTION: This is a kind of pollution from the constant loudness of music or rowdiness. It disturbs the mind and prevents people from sleeping, resting or reasoning properly. THE FOLLOWING ARE THE EFFECTS OF POLLUTION 1. It makes the water unfit for drinking 2. It causes dysentery, typhoid fever and cholera. 3. It causes sneezing, blood poisoning, cough and lung diseases. 4. It causes headaches and sleeplessness. 5. It makes the air dirty and bad for breathing into the body. CONTROL OF POLLUTION ARE AS FOLLOWS: 1. Refuse should be dump in a proper place 2. Industries should be located far away from where people live. 3. Modern toilets should be built. 4. Regular cleaning of the surroundings.

Tornadoes Introduction. What can lift roofs from buildings and sweep houses into the air? Tornadoes can! Tornadoes come in many sizes. Some tornadoes are only a few feet (1 meter) across. Others are more than a mile (1.6 km) wide. Some tornadoes touch down for a short time. Others travel for hundreds of miles. How Tornadoes Form. Why do tornadoes happen? Scientists are not sure. Tornadoes come from giant thunderstorms called supercells. A supercell happens when warm, moist air rises to mix with cold, dry air. The mixing of cold and warm air causes the air to spin. The spinning wind turns into a cloud in a funnel shape. As the cloud turns, the wind becomes stronger. When the funnel cloud touches the ground, it is a tornado. Measuring Tornadoes. Scientists have a way to measure the strength of tornadoes. They look at the harm caused by a tornado. They use the amount of harm to estimate the wind speed. They use a special scale called the EF Scale. The EF Scale measures the strength of the tornado. Where Tornadoes Form. Tornadoes may be hard to measure, but scientists have a good idea where they'll strike. It's true that a tornado can hit anywhere in the world at any time. Most tornadoes happen in the central part of the United States. This area is called Tornado Alley. More than one thousand tornadoes strike Tornado Alley each year. Tornado Safety. There is no way to be sure that a tornado will strike. The National Weather Service (NWS) tries to help people stay safe during tornadoes. If they put out a tornado watch, a tornado might strike. If they put out a tornado warning, a tornado has been spotted. If there is a tornado warning. it's important to get to a safe place. Go indoors. The safest place is a basement. If you can't get to a basement, go into а closet or bathroom. The spinning air in a tornado makes things fly around. This can be dangerous. It's always important to protect your head. You should get close to the ground. Go under a desk or table. You can even lie down in a bathtub. It is not safe to stay in a mobile home in a tornado. If you are in a tall building, go to the stairs. If you are in a car, wear your seatbelt and lean forward. If you are outside, lie down on the ground. Conclusion. Tornadoes are amazing and scary examples of the power of nature. People still have many questions about tornadoes. What causes a tornado? What is it really like inside a tornado? Maybe we will find out one day.

Based on the provided sources, here is a comprehensive extraction of the information regarding the water cycle, energy transfer, and Earth's wind systems, organized into key points: The Water Cycle and Its Reservoirs • Definition: The water cycle is the continuous movement of water among various reservoirs on Earth. • Water Reservoirs: These are storage locations for water and include: ◦ Oceans, seas, and lakes. ◦ Rivers, glaciers, soil, and rocks. ◦ The atmosphere and living organisms. • Total Volume: The total amount of water on Earth does not change, even when it changes state, because it is constantly being replaced or recycled through the cycle. Main Processes and Energy Transfer The movement of water through the cycle is driven by energy (thermal energy from the Sun) and force (gravity and wind). • Energy Gain (Absorption): ◦ Melting: Water changes from a solid state (ice) to a liquid state and gains energy. ◦ Evaporation: Liquid water changes into a gas state (water vapor) by gaining thermal energy. ◦ Transpiration: A specialized type of evaporation occurring in plants where water vapor is released through tiny holes in leaves called stomata. Approximately 10% of water vapor in the air comes from transpiration. • Energy Loss (Release): ◦ Condensation: Water vapor (gas) cools down and changes back into liquid water, releasing energy. ◦ Freezing: Liquid water changes into a solid state (ice) and loses energy. • Other Key Steps: ◦ Precipitation: Water falls back to Earth as rain, snow, sleet, or hail (snow pellets). ◦ Runoff: Water flows over Earth's surface into streams, rivers, and eventually larger bodies of water like oceans. ◦ Collection: Rainwater is collected in different water bodies to start the cycle again. Forces Driving Water Movement • Gravity: The main force that pulls water downward. It is responsible for: ◦ Bringing precipitation (rain and snow) from clouds to the surface. ◦ Moving ice in glaciers from higher to lower elevations. ◦ Causing liquid water to flow downhill into rivers and seas. ◦ Leakage: Pulling liquid water down into the ground to reach groundwater reservoirs. • Wind: Another force that affects water movement and transports water to different locations on Earth. Atmospheric Processes • Cloud Formation: Water vapor attaches to particles such as dust or smoke in the air and condenses into tiny droplets. When millions of these droplets join, they become heavy and fall as rain. • Convection: The transfer of heat in liquids and gases. ◦ Warm air/liquid: Becomes less dense, lighter, and rises upward. ◦ Cold air/liquid: Is more dense, heavier, and moves downward to replace the warm fluid. ◦ This process leads to convection currents, which help determine regional climates and drive wind and ocean currents. Solar Radiation and Climate The amount of solar energy reaching Earth differs from place to place, which affects the weather: • Hottest Regions (Equator): Sun rays fall perpendicular (vertical). Heat is concentrated on a small area, making the weather hot. • Moderate Regions: Sun rays fall semi-inclined. Heat is distributed over a larger area, making the weather warm. • Coolest Regions (Poles): Sun rays fall very slanted (inclined). Heat is spread over a very large area, making the weather very cold. Earth's Wind System • Wind Formation: Wind is generated when warm air (heated by the Sun) rises and is replaced by cooler air flowing from nearby areas. • Factors Affecting Wind: The amount of solar radiation and the rotation of Earth determine global wind directions. • Global Wind Cycle: Unequal heating between the equator and the poles generates a constant wind system. Warm air rises at the equator and moves toward the poles, while cold air from the poles moves toward the equator. • Importance: If there were no wind, the equator would become extremely hot, the poles would freeze solid, and many ecosystems would disappear. Practical Examples • Turkey’s Salt Lake: High evaporation in the summer can turn this large lake into a small puddle or dry it up completely. It is a critical site for flamingos, which migrate there to breed and feed on algae in the shallow, warm water.

Camshaft: A rotating shaft in an engine that controls the opening and closing of the intake and exhaust valves. Aftercooler (air to air): A device that cools the compressed air from a turbocharger using outside air. Glow Plugs: Heating elements used to aid in starting diesel engines in cold temperatures. Timing Cover: The cover that protects the timing gears and belt or chain in an engine. Exhaust Manifold: A component that collects exhaust gases from multiple cylinders and directs them to the exhaust pipe. Oil Suction Tube: A tube that draws oil from the oil pan to the oil pump. Air Compressor: A device that increases the pressure of air and is often used to power air brakes or pneumatic tools. Oil Cooler: A device that cools the engine oil, helping prevent it from overheating. Supercharger/Blower: A device that increases the pressure of the air-fuel mixture entering the engine to boost power. Piston Rings: Rings around the piston that seal the combustion chamber, control oil consumption, and conduct heat. Crankshaft: A shaft that converts the linear motion of the pistons into rotational motion to power the vehicle. Oil Pan: A reservoir at the bottom of the engine that collects and holds the engine oil. Connecting Rod: Connects the piston to the crankshaft, converting the piston's motion into rotational motion. Stroke: The distance the piston travels within the cylinder, from top dead center to bottom dead center. 2 Cycle: A type of engine that completes a power cycle in two strokes of the piston. Crankshaft Main Bearing: The bearing that supports the crankshaft in the engine block. Aftercooler (water/coolant): A device that cools the compressed air from a turbocharger using water or coolant. Water Pump: A pump that circulates coolant through the engine and radiator to prevent overheating. Oil Filter: A filter that removes contaminants from the engine oil. Vibration Dampener: A device attached to the crankshaft to reduce engine vibrations. Piston Wrist Pin: The pin that connects the piston to the connecting rod. Valve Cover: The cover that protects the engine's valves and camshaft. Cylinder Block: The main structure of an engine that houses the cylinders and other components. ECM/ECU: Electronic Control Module or Electronic Control Unit, which controls various engine functions. Cylinder Head: The top part of the cylinder that contains the combustion chamber, valves, and spark plugs. Oil Pump: A pump that circulates oil through the engine to lubricate moving parts. Cylinder Liner: A sleeve inside the cylinder that protects it from wear and corrosion. TDC (Top Dead Center): The highest position the piston reaches in its stroke. Bore: The diameter of a cylinder in an engine. Flywheel: A heavy wheel that stores rotational energy to smooth out engine operation. Crankshaft Rod Bearing: The bearing that connects the crankshaft to the connecting rod. Push Tube / Push Rod: Rods that transmit motion from the camshaft to the valves. Piston: A cylindrical component that moves up and down within the cylinder to create power. Flywheel Housing: The casing that surrounds and supports the flywheel. Valve Lifter or Cam Follower: A component that follows the camshaft lobes to open and close the valves. Turbo: A device that increases the engine’s power by forcing more air into the combustion chamber. Intake & Exhaust Valves: Valves that control the intake of air and the exhaust of gases in the engine. Intake Manifold: A manifold that distributes the air-fuel mixture or air to the cylinders. Rocker Arm: A lever that transfers camshaft motion to the valves. Wastegate: A valve that controls the exhaust gases flowing to the turbocharger, preventing excessive boost pressure. Fuel Injector: A device that sprays fuel into the combustion chamber. Fuel Pump: A pump that moves fuel from the fuel tank to the engine. BDC (Bottom Dead Center): The lowest position the piston reaches in its stroke. 4 Cycle: A type of engine that completes a power cycle in four strokes (intake, compression, power, exhaust). Articulated Piston: A piston with two pieces (crown and skirt) joined by a pivot, allowing some flexibility in movement.

And explode. A good example is the eruption of Washington's Mount St. Helens. In this type of eruption, the magma blasts into the air and breaks apart into pieces called tephra. Tephra can range in size from tiny particles of ash to house- size boulders. Explosive volcanic eruptions can be dangerous and deadly. They can blast out clouds of hot tephra from the side or top of a volcano. These fiery clouds race down mountainsides destroying almost everything in their path. Ash erupted into the sky falls back to Earth like powdery snow. If thick enough, blankets of ash can suffocate plants, animals, and humans. When hot volcanic materials mix with water from streams or melted snow and ice, mudflows form. Mudflows have buried entire communities located near erupting volcanoes

She went by the name of Belisa Crepusculario, not because she had been baptized with that name or given it by her mother, but because she herself had searched until she found the poetry of "beauty" and "twilight" and cloaked herself in it. She made her living selling words. She journeyed through the country from the high cold mountains to the burning coasts, stopping at fairs and in markets where she set up four poles covered by a canvas awning under which she took refuge from the sun and rain to minister to her customers. She did not have to peddle her merchandise because from having wandered far and near, everyone knew who she was. Some people waited for her from one year to the next, and when she appeared in the village with her bundle beneath her arm, they would form a line in front of her stall. Her prices were fair. For five centavos she delivered verses from memory, for seven she improved the quality of dreams, for nine she wrote love letters, for twelve she invented insults for irreconcilable enemies. She also sold stories, not fantasies but long, true stories she recited at one telling, never skipping a word. This is how she carried news from one town to another. People paid her to add a line or two: our son was born, so-and-so died, our children got married, the crops burned in the field. Wherever she went a small crowd gathered around to listen as she began to speak, and that was how they learned about each others' doings, about distant relatives, about what was going on in the civil war. To anyone who paid her fifty centavos in trade, she gave the gift of a secret word to drive away melancholy. It was not the same word for everyone, naturally, because that would have been collective dece it. Each person received his or her own word, with the assurance that no one else would use it that way in this universe or the Beyond. Belisa Crepusculario had been born into a family so poor they did not even have names to give their children. She came into the world and grew up in an inhospitable land where some years the rains became avalanches of water that bore everything away before them and others when not a drop fell from the sky and the sun swelled to fill the horizon and the world became a desert. Until she was twelve, Belisa had no occupation or virtue other than having withstood hunger and the exhaustion of centuries. During one interminable drought, it fell to her to bury four younger brothers and sisters, when she realized that her turn was next, she decided to set out across the 2 plains in the direction of the sea, in hopes that she might trick death along the way. The land was eroded, split with deep cracks, strewn with rocks, fossils of trees and thorny bushes, and skeletons of animals bleached by the sun. From time to time she ran into families who, like her, were heading south, following the mirage of water. Some had begun the march carrying their belongings on their back or in small carts, but they could barely move their own bones, and after a while they had to abandon their possessions. They dragged themselves along painfully, their skin turned to lizard hide and their eyes burned by the reverberating glare. Belisa greeted them with a wave as she passed, but she did not stop, because she had no strength to waste in acts of compassion. Many people fell by the wayside, but she was so stubborn that she survived to cross through that hell and at long last reach the first trickles of water, fine, almost invisible threads that fed spindly vegetation and farther down widened into small streams and marshes. Belisa Crepusculario saved her life and in the process accidentally discovered writing. In a village near the coast, the wind blew a page of newspaper at her feet. She picked up the brittle yellow paper and stood a long while looking at it, unable to determine its purpose, until curiosity overcame her shyness. She walked over to a man who was washing his horse in the muddy pool where she had quenched her thirst. "What is this?" she asked. "The sports page of the newspaper," the man replied, concealing his surprise at her ignorance. The answer astounded the girl, but she did not want to seem rude, so she merely inquired about the significance of the fly tracks scattered across the page. "Those are words, child. Here it says that Fulgencio Barba knocked out El Negro Tiznao in the third round." That was the day Belisa Crepusculario found out that words make their way in the world without a master, and that anyone with a little cleverness can appropriate them and do business with them. She made a quick assessment of her situation and concluded that aside from becoming a prostitute or working as a servant in the kitchens of the rich there were few occupations she was qualified for. It seemed to her that selling words would be an honorable alternative. From that moment on, she worked at that profession, and was never tempted by any other. At the beginning, she offered her merchandise unaware that words could be written outside of newspapers. When she learned otherwise, she calculated the infinite possibilities of her trade and with her savings paid a priest twenty pesos to teach her to read and write, with her three 3 remaining coins she bought a dictionary. She poured over it from A to Z and then threw it into the sea, because it was not her intention to defraud her customers with packaged words. One August morning several years later, Belisa Crepusculario was sitting in her tent in the middle of a plaza, surrounded by the uproar of market day, selling legal arguments to an old man who had been trying for sixteen years to get his pension. Suddenly she heard yelling and thudding hoofbeats. She looked up from her writing and saw, first, a cloud of dust, and then a band of horsemen come galloping into the plaza. They were the Colonel's men, sent under orders of El Mulato, a giant known throughout the land for the speed of his knife and his loyalty to his chief. Both the Colonel and El Mulato had spent their lives fighting in the civil war, and their names were ineradicably linked to devastation and calamity. The rebels swept into town like a stampeding herd, wrapped in noise, bathed in sweat, and leaving a hurricane of fear in their trail. Chickens took wing, dogs ran for their lives, women and children scurried out of sight, until the only living soul left in the market was Belisa Crepusculario. She had never seen El Mulato and was surprised to see him walking toward her. "I'm looking for you," he shouted, pointing his coiled whip at her, even before the words were out, two men rushed her -- knocking over her canopy and shattering her inkwell -- bound her hand and foot, and threw her like a sea bag across the rump of El Mulato's mount. Then they thundered off toward the hills. Hours later, just as Belisa Crepusculario was near death, her heart ground to sand by the pounding of the horse, they stopped, and four strong hands set her down. She tried to stand on her feet and hold her head high, but her strength failed her and she slumped to the ground, sinking into a confused dream. She awakened several hours later to the murmur of night in the camp, but before she had time to sort out the sounds, she opened her eyes and found herself staring into the impatient glare of El Mulato, kneeling beside her. "Well, woman, at last you've come to," he said. To speed her to her senses, he tipped his canteen and offered her a sip of liquor laced with gunpowder. She demanded to know the reason for such rough treatment, and El Mulato explained that the Colonel needed her services. He allowed her to splash water on her face, and then led her to the far end of the camp where the most feared man in all the land was lazing in a hammock strung between two trees. She could not see his face, because he lay in the deceptive shadow of the leaves and the indelible shadow of all his years as a bandit, but she imagined from the way his 4 gigantic aide addressed him with such humility that he must have a very menacing expression. She was surprised by the Colonel's voice, as soft and well-modulated as a professor's. "Are you the woman who sells words?" he asked. "At your service," she stammered, peering into the dark and trying to see him better. The Colonel stood up, and turned straight toward her. She saw dark skin and the eyes of a ferocious puma, and she knew immediately that she was standing before the loneliest man in the world. "I want to be President," he announced. The Colonel was weary of riding across that godforsaken land, waging useless wars and suffering defeats that no subterfuge could transform into victories. For years he had been sleeping in the open air, bitten by mosquitoes, eating iguanas and snake soup, but those minor inconveniences were not why he wanted to change his destiny. What truly troubled him was the terror he saw in people's eyes. He longed to ride into a town beneath a triumphal arch with bright flags and flowers everywhere, he wanted to be cheered, and be given newly laid eggs and freshly baked bread. Men fled at the sight of him, children trembled, and women miscarried from fright, he had had enough, and so he had decided to become President. El Mulato had suggested that they ride to the capital, gallop up to the Palace, and take over the government, the way they had taken so many other things without anyone's permission. The Colonel, however, did not want to be just another tyrant, there had been enough of those before him and, besides, if he did that, he would never win people's hearts. It was his aspiration to win the popular vote in the December elections. "To do that, I have to talk like a candidate. Can you sell me the words for a speech?" the Colonel asked Belisa Crepusculario. She had accepted many assignments, but none like this. She did not dare refuse, fearing that El Mulato would shoot her between the eyes, or worse still, that the Colonel would burst into tears. There was more to it than that, however, she felt the urge to help him because she felt a throbbing warmth beneath her skin, a powerful desire to touch that man, to fondle him, to clasp him in her arms. All night and a good part of the following day, Belisa Crepusculario searched her repertory for words adequate for a presidential speech, closely watched by El Mulato, who could not take his eyes from her firm wanderer's legs and virginal breasts. She discarded harsh, cold words, words 5 that were too flowery, words worn from abuse, words that offered improbable promises, untruthful and confusing words, until all she had left were words sure to touch the minds of men and women's intuition. Calling upon the knowledge she had purchased from the priest for twenty pesos, she wrote the speech on a sheet of paper and then signaled El Mulato to untie the rope that bound her ankles to a tree. He led her once more to the Colonel, and again she felt the throbbing anxiety that had seized her when she first saw him. She handed him the paper and waited while he looked at it, holding it gingerly between thumbs and fingertips. "What the shit does this say," he asked finally. "Don't you know how to read?" "War's what I know," he replied. She read the speech aloud. She read it three times, so her client could engrave it on his memory. When she finished, she saw the emotion in the faces of the soldiers who had gathered round to listen, and saw that the Colonel's eyes glittered with enthusiasm, convinced that with those words the presidential chair would be his. "If after they've heard it three times, the boys are still standing there with their mouths hanging open, it must mean the thing's damn good, Colonel" was El Mulato's approval. "All right, woman. How much do I owe you?" the leader asked. "One peso, Colonel." "That's not much," he said, opening the pouch he wore at his belt, heavy with proceeds from the last foray. "The peso entitles you to a bonus. I'm going to give you two secret words," said Belisa Crepusculario. "What for?" She explained that for every fifty centavos a client paid, she gave him the gift of a word for his exclusive use. The Colonel shrugged. He had no interest at all in her offer, but he did not want to be impolite to someone who had served him so well. She walked slowly to the leather stool where he was sitting, and bent down to give him her gift. The man smelled the scent of a mountain cat issuing from the woman, a fiery heat radiating from her hips, he heard the terrible whisper of her hair, and a breath of sweetmint murmured into his ear the two secret words that were his alone. "They are yours, Colonel," she said as she stepped back. "You may use them as much as you 6 please." El Mulato accompanied Belisa to the roadside, his eyes as entreating as a stray dog's, but when he reached out to touch her, he was stopped by an avalanche of words he had never heard before; believing them to be an irrevocable curse, the flame of his desire was extinguished. During the months of September, October, and November the Colonel delivered his speech so many times that had it not been crafted from glowing and durable words it would have turned to ash as he spoke. He travelled up and down and across the country, riding into cities with a triumphal air, stopping in even the most forgotten villages where only the dump heap betrayed a human presence, to convince his fellow citizens to vote for him. While he spoke from a platform erected in the middle of the plaza, El Mulato and his men handed out sweets and painted his name on all the walls in gold frost. No one paid the least attention to those advertising ploys; they were dazzled by the clarity of the Colonel's proposals and the poetic lucidity of his arguments, infected by his powerful wish to right the wrongs of history, happy for the first time in their lives. When the Candidate had finished his speech, his soldiers would fire their pistols into the air and set off firecrackers, and when finally they rode off, they left behind a wake of hope that lingered for days on the air, like the splendid memory of a comet's tail. Soon the Colonel was the favorite. No one had ever witnessed such a phenomenon: a man who surfaced from the civil war, covered with scars and speaking like a professor, a man whose fame spread to every corner of the land and captured the nation's heart. The press focused their attention on him. Newspapermen came from far away to interview him and repeat his phrases, and the number of his followers and enemies continued to grow. "We're doing great, Colonel," said El Mulato, after twelve successful weeks of campaigning. But the Candidate did not hear. He was repeating his secret words, as he did more and more obsessively. He said them when he was mellow with nostalgia; he murmured them in his sleep; he carried them with him on horseback; he thought them before delivering his famous speech; and he caught himself savoring them in his leisure time. And every time he thought of those two words, he thought of Belisa Crepusculario, and his senses were inflamed with the memory of her feral scent, her fiery heat, the whisper of her hair, and her sweetmint breath in his ear, until he began to go around like a sleepwalker, and his men realized that he might die before he ever sat in the presidential chair. "What's got hold of you, Colonel," El Mulato asked so often that finally one day his chief broke 7 down and told him the source of his befuddlement: those two words that were buried like two daggers in his gut. "Tell me what they are and maybe they'll lose their magic," his faithful aide suggested. "I can't tell them, they're for me alone," the Colonel replied. Saddened by watching his chief decline like a man with a death sentence on his head, El Mulato slung his rifle over his shoulder and set out to find Belisa Crepusculario. He followed her trail through all that vast country, until he found her in a village in the far south, sitting under her tent reciting her rosary of news. He planted himself, spraddle-legged, before her, weapon in hand. "You! You're coming with me," he ordered. She had been waiting. She picked up her inkwell, folded the canvas of her small stall, arranged her shawl around her shoulders, and without a word took her place behind El Mulato's saddle. They did not exchange so much as a word in all the trip; El Mulato's desire for her had turned into rage, and only his fear of her tongue prevented his cutting her to shreds with his whip. Nor was he inclined to tell her that the Colonel was in a fog, and that a spell whispered into his ear had done what years of battle had not been able to do. Three days later they arrived at the encampment, and immediately, in view of all the troops, El Mulato led his prisoner before the Candidate. "I brought this witch here so you can give her back her words, Colonel," El Mulato said, pointing the barrel of his rifle at the woman's head. "And then she can give you back your manhood." The Colonel and Belisa Crepusculario stared at each other, measuring one another from a distance. The men knew then that their leader would never undo the witchcraft of those accursed words, because the whole world could see the voracious-puma eyes soften as the woman walked to him and took his hand in hers. Copyright © 1989 by Isabel Allende From The Stories of Eva Luna, Translated by Margaret Sayers Peden

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