Posted by Jeanne D'Arc on September 15, 1999 at 20:03:02:
You have sent me on a strange crusade. I find Mohicanland a remarkable challenge for one who is used to doing battle in the old ways. Now, let me explain what is happening here.
Discovering that the threatening hurricane was not as far south as I had thought, and no threat to any of the important places like Bumppo's Tavern, during the night I moved my ark just a little farther north on the river. By this time it was very d'ark, and the wind was raging, and the rain was coming down in sheets, so I sought to p'ark the ark under a leeward bank. I had been there but a few moments, when what should I hear but a strange sssssssshushing sound and a muffled shriek. Lo and behold, a large bundle of some sort came sliding down the bank through the mud and landed with a plop! right on the d'eck of the ark! I thought an evil spirit was on the attack, but when dawn lightened through the driving downpour, I discerned no less than a WATTLE HUT perched right in the middle of the d'eck! Snoring contentedly inside was the smallest, oldest, wrinkledest woman on the face of the earth!
Well, at least I have been able to rescue one citizen of Mohicanland from the flood and mud. However, the river is rising fast, trees are falling everywhere to the fury of the wind, and my work is not yet done. I believe I will loose the moorings and float on a bit farther north to see if there are any more refugees of the storm to be saved.
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