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Tale # 53 |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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'Tis dark wi' gloom me life's become- Long wend the weary miles... And long it's been, since I 'ad friends... Or seen a maiden smile. An' 'eavy, aye, the weight o' years, 'ave caused me frame to bow. I once stood strong, an' resolute... Faith! Ye shou' see me now! The scars wha' lace me 'ere an' there, 'ave come fra many blade- 'Tis wha a mon cooms to expect, When fightin' be 'is trade. Me eyes now long for 'ighland 'eath, I feign wou' see me kin- Buchanan is the clan I claim, We be bold, fightin' men! I'm merely tired, an' feign wou' rest- An' tip a cup o' ale... Then off I'd be to wield me blade- An spin me Traveler's Tale. |
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Alison 
since 2008-01-27
Posts 9318Lumpy oatmeal makes me crazy! |
Thank you so much for The Traveler's Tales. They have wrapped me up and keep me waiting for the next and the next and the next and the ... well, you know the drill. Alison |
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Marchmadness Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 9271So. El Monte, California |
Waiting for the next Traveler's Tale myself. facinating. ida |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
I haven't commented on every tale, but you can be assured I am reading them.  They are just great. Do you take requests?I always heard my grandfather talk about the cook - that cook seemed (to him) to be the most important part of camp.  We heard until the day he died, that the cook could take an old sock and make a feast from it. |
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