Posted by She Who Tracks on February 25, 1999 at 11:14:06:
Simon Girty wrote:
>>Dear She Who Tracks,
>>I must thank ye fer' not losin' your 'ead when I gotta cuttin' mad with me skelpin' knife on yar' dress t'other night. I a'feerd it
was jes' a tad too much ale & the excitment at being so near ye', a child of the wilderness like me'self [and the thought of seein'
yar' legs ;-) ]... I'm jes' glad ye' did not scream, for that would have got me blood real hot, and brought the Sheriff and those
Colonials runnin' after me!
Think nothin' of it, Sir. I'm used to uncivilized behavior. Yer jes fortunate that I was wearin' a passel o' petticoats, or we moughtn a had some harsh words atween us. As it is, no harm was done. What's left o' that dress'll braid into a mighty nice rag rug fer my wigwam.
>>Yar' skelp tuft did indeed look mighty fine, miss, , and I have found a prized eagle feather fer' it [you will find it in the holler' of
that lil' willow tree near the creek where we's sat fer' a spell, if ye' recall?]...
That's a fine eagle ye found fer me, an' I want ye to know I'm beholden to ye. Looks a lot like one I saw on a Delaware chief skulkin' around the creek last week. How'd ye happen to come by it?
>>As fer' Mistress O'Reilly wishin' fer' me Shawnee brothers to put shirts on before enterin' her establishment, I will pass yar'
message along, but I cannot enforce it, this up to you, miss.
Mistress O'Reilly is gonna hafta pass her own message to the Shawnees. My feelin' is, good entertainment is hard t' come by in these woods. It's not smart t' mess with success.
She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine
Post a Followup