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The Call of the Wild

12th January, 2004. 1:28 am. Day 12

The four of us walked into a little trading post. Theo went off with Squirrelfoot, telling of his plans to be president of the US some day. I walked with Jeremiah a bit, looking for news. We found this one eyed, one legged man with a colorful bird on his shoulder- claims to have just come from the gold boom town on the Klondike. Says the roads there are paved in gold, showed us his 12 gold teeth to prove how common it was. Used the letter 'r' to much I reckon.

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11th January, 2004. 1:26 am. Day 11

Seems Ted's luckier at Hold'em than I'd expect. Claims he's going to spend his winnings on some right lady from Tennessee he knows. Jeremiah found a what looks to me like a fish skeleton in a rock. He's really into fish now I guess. It's called a fosill or something. Squirrelfoot thinks it's bad mojo, but I don't really trust his instincts. Aint no sense writing around it anymore, today I almost fell down a gulch that's what I did. Was hanging by a sapling over a 100 foot drop, before Grips pulled me out. I can still see it, second by second, as I'm crawling back on the ridge, and Grips is slipping and falling down the cliff instead. I'll miss him.

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10th January, 2004. 1:26 am. Day 10

Got everyone down for some poker. Took a bit of wrangling, but convinced them that winning at poker is quite better way to get even than tussling again. In any case, we all had a grand time, especially after some South Virginia moonshine was produced. I'm pretty sure I won some money, got some good hands all night- though I'm not entirely sure. My vision was a bit blurry there at the end. I'm pretty sure I had 5 jacks at one point, and the diamond one wanted to kill me. I folded that hand. I'm pretty sure Santa Claus was going to win anyway. He was there, I swear.

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9th January, 2004. 1:25 am. Day 9

It all started when we were trying to start a fire for the night. Squirrelfoot was having trouble getting it lit, due to all the wood being so water logged. Jeremiah, being the helpful critter he is, offered to help. 'Ah don need yur wee paws messin up my work' he said, brushing Jeremiah aside. Well, of course what happens next is Jeremiah pushed screams a challenge and pushes back. Squirrelfoot takes a swing and then proceeds to get beaten like a red headed step-child. It weren't pretty. After, Ted pulled out a sewing kit to get a needle- in the quick glance of it that I had, I'd nearly swear on my mother's grave he had some frilly stuff in that kit too. He was deft enough sewing up S-foot where he needed it. I'll bet his face is totally black and blue tomorrow.

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8th January, 2004. 1:23 am. Day 8

Everything is gloomy. The dog's lonely without his litter mate- nothing's more pitiful than a sad, wet dog. And by wet, I mean absolutely soaked from this sudden, incessant rain. I ain't seen anything like this downpour since I was caught in that hurricane in New Orleans 21 years ago. Don't want to write too much, a wet diary don't last to long.

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7th January, 2004. 1:23 am. Day 7

One thing that makes traveling way the hell and gone away in the wilderness is times like today. The trail'd been following a rocky creek for a while, when the stream opens up to a wide pool, and into this pool at the far end is a fine, fine waterfall- falling 25 ft into a rocky, foggy bottom. Theodore says in his grandiose way 'The beauty of the American wilds never ceases to amaze my wondering eyes'. And some more pansy crap that I used to just take for aristocratic styling. Now I know better. Still, we broke for lunch next to the pool, eating some soup, enjoying the scenery and the pleasant weather that has followed us thus far. The Indian fellow even competently showed Jeremiah how to spear salmon in the pool.

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6th January, 2004. 1:22 am. Day 6

I seen a truly disturbing thing today. We was breaking camp after breakfast, Jeremiah doing dishes like usual and me packing the sleeping rolls. Theo's off doing his usual morning ablutions. I finish up and climb hillock to see what I can see of the trail ahead. What a surprise it was to see a flash of pink in a little clearing we passed on the trail not long before finding our campsite. Taking a closer look with, I see the pink is in truth a pink dress, and a purple ladies umbrella and what I believe to be a mirror. Looking closer, I recoil- nearly dropping my 'scope in surprise. This 'lady' has a rather familiar looking pistol by her side- not to mention a distinctive bushy mustache.

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5th January, 2004. 1:21 am. Day 5

It's my birthday already. It was a fine day for it all in all, and I was in good spirits throughout, as my friends did all the chores and muck work. In camp that night, under the starry sky, we celebrated. Ted passed around something he called Conyak. It's no whisky, but it'll do I suppose. Squirrelfoot, made me a coonskin hat. Nice thought, but you'd think a injun would do a better job- I'll have to accidentally lose it I think, before it starts to smell. Last but not least, Jeremiah bought me a spyglass while he was away getting the dynamite. He even tried to show me some famous planet with it, but I wasn't able focus quite right by then.

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4th January, 2004. 1:20 am. Day 4

Jeremiah's been gone only the past couple of hours, but I already miss his good humor. And here I was hoping to teach the newbie some poker, but ain't much fun without enough folks playing. Anyway, lord knows we need what he's there for, so I forgive the little guy his absence. I just hope he behaves himself at that little Fort he's heading to, but knowing the scum that hangs out in outposts, he'll get into petty-ass little fights for implied insults to people near him. He's got to remember that Fangs isn't there to watch his back no more. Damn I miss that dog.

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3rd January, 2004. 1:19 am. Day 3

It's a sad day when one of your best friends dies. We were hiking out of the mountains when a mountain lion runs across the trail. The dogs chased after it, Theo catches one dog but I just get a handful of white fur. Squirrelfoot advises caution in that strange accent of his- you'd think a mountain chief's son could talk more proper like. By then, there's a terrible howl and roar- we rush over to find a splatter of blood and torn up underbrush, Theo yells that he sees it and fires his Colt, but it was just a trick of the light, we find nary a sign of dog nor cat. We called and called, but it was to no avail.

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