Twenty-two radiocarbon activity measurements were made by accelerator mass spectrometry (AMS) on 2 Holocene stalagmites from Belgium (Han-stm1b) and from southwest France (Vil-stm1b).
Sixteen thermal ionization mass spectrometric (TIMS) U/Th measurements were performed parallel to AMS analyses.
Despite a broad stability of the dcp during the time ranges covered by each sample, a slight dcp increase of about 5.0% is observed in the Han-stm1b sample between 85 yr.
This change is synchronous with a calcite δC of the 2 studied samples are compared with 5 other modern stalagmites from Europe.
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The past dead carbon proportion (dcp) due to limestone dissolution and old soil organic matter (SOM) degradation is calculated with U/Th ages, measured calcite C activity from the dendrochronological calibration curves.
Results show that the dcp is different for the 2 stalagmites: between 10,8 yr from present dcp=17.5% (σ=2.4; n=10) for Han-stm1b and dcp=9.4% (σ=1.6; n=6) between 3070 and 520 yr for Vil-stm1b.Then enter the ‘name’ part of your Kindle email address below. ‘@free.kindle.com’ emails are free but can only be sent to your device when it is connected to wi-fi.‘@kindle.com’ emails can be delivered even when you are not connected to wi-fi, but note that service fees apply.Welcome is every organ and attribute of me, and of any man hearty and clean, Not an inch nor a particle of an inch is vile, and none shall be less familiar than the rest.I am satisfied--I see, dance, laugh, sing; As the hugging and loving bed-fellow sleeps at my side through the night, and withdraws at the peep of the day with stealthy tread, Leaving me baskets cover'd with white towels swelling the house with their plenty, Shall I postpone my acceptation and realization and scream at my eyes, That they turn from gazing after and down the road, And forthwith cipher and show me to a cent, Exactly the value of one and exactly the value of two, and which is ahead?Creeds and schools in abeyance, Retiring back a while sufficed at what they are, but never forgotten, I harbor for good or bad, I permit to speak at every hazard, Nature without check with original energy.