The Legend Revealed...and a warning of grave danger

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Posted by ThreeTales on February 07, 2001 at 20:37:44:

Brother Flags....

The post rider A.O.Lichtenfelter will be delivering this dire message and warning. This is the legend as best remembered by TwoBottle from her youth. Some of it sounds a little far-fetched, but is her true words. If my conclusion be true, we must be cautious of this Red Bud, and dispatch him at our earliest opportunity.

The Legend

Many years ago in the Lower Wyoming Valley of Penn's Woods, in the native village of Catawissa, twin boys were born into a Delaware family. Word spread through the many villages along the Susquehanna River, and many visitors came to see the two boys. They were called Red Leaf and Red Bud.

Their father, Red Root, worked a still along the river bank and produced a strong intoxicating beverage made from the roots of the Birch Tree. This vocation gained him his adult name, not the normal practice of using a special physical attribute as usual. Red Root called his elixir "Birch Beer", and enjoyed a very prosperous trade with native and white settlers alike. He was even expert enough at his trade to offer the potion in three colors: Red (a brownish amber shade), White (which had no color, but was as clear as spring water), and Blue (not unlike the color of a summer sky)!

The boys' mother, Red Sky, had descended from a long lineage of famous and talented characters of the mighty Delaware Nation, all of which shared the name "Red". There was "Red Roof", who helped the Jamestown settlement build their first houses; and "Red Man", who helped John Rolfe with his first harvest of tobacco. Then there was "Chief Red Bone", who was an expert musician and sent to England to play for the Court of Queen Elizabeth I. "Red Eye" worked in the kitchen for William Penn's estate, and was successful in introducing a new gravy to cover biscuits and ham. "Chief Red Rider" was chosen by Champlain to scout the St. Lawrence River because he was an excellant marksman with a very small caliber firearm, thus saving space and reducing weight in the canoes. "Red Rover" (odd name for a native!) invented games for the children of his village, and "Red Baron" (another odd name.....must have been brothers) tried desperately his entire life to construct a devise to allow humans to fly. An infamous member of the family was "Red Wine", who turned out to be the village drunkard. But, his brother, "Red Skeleton" was the most famous and loved member of all. He amused all that he came in contact with by telling the most humorous stories ever told. He stories often included seagulls.

With such ancestors the boys were thought to have the best blood lines in the whole Iroquois Nation, but their physical forms would counteract all family traits. As they grew, Red Leaf becam very tall and thin, but Red Bud stayed short and squat in stature. By the time the boys attained adulthood, Red Leaf stood six and a half feet tall, but weighed only eighty pounds. In contrast, Red Bud stood only four feet ten inches tall and weighed over two hundred pounds. To make matters worse, Red Bud was very clumsy, and inept in all his ventures.

The twins, now adults, were shunned and ridiculed by their own people, and ostracized by the white settlers of the Wyoming Valley. Red Leaf and Red Bud became very bitter, and swore revenge on the community, especially the European immigrants. They became enraged when someone offered them Birch Beer, especially Blue. The twins wanted no link with their painful past.

So they entered into a life of hostilities, making everyone around them suffer for their bitter youth. They murdered, and plundered, pillaged and raped, and plundered, and pillaged, and murdered, and plundered and raped, and pillaged and murdered, and.........well......you get the idea! The two were inseperable, until Red Leaf was killed at Loyalhanna by John MacKay. And now his brother Red Bud has sworn revenge on the friends and comrades of wee John: the 77th Grenadiers and especially the MacWilliam boys.


So my brother.........this is the warning.........no more Blue Birch Beer!!!!!....and watch your back trail for a short fat, rolly polly guy that stumbles over his own feet. He's out to do us in.

'nuff said,
Tales

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