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Bonnie j Senior Member
since 2003-06-27
Posts 1588Ohio 
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Old Man Samuel Prologue “Many an unsuspecting traveler gets trapped in the pass during winter months. Their unprepared and tired, and that makes a man careless. He thinks he can make it through, but there're never found until the middle of spring or not at all. Respect those Blue Mountains your life may depend on it.” Author Unknown. It is early morning, in Blue Mountain Pass, the clouds are dark and moving fast, the wind is bitter and icy cold. Winter in this pass is beginning to set in, and many a traveler has lost his way in these mountains, for the snow and sleet is blinding to the weary traveler. You can loose all sense of direction. You are so cold unable to move, unable to make shelter, you lie down for just a little while, so cold, so tired. “Oh ! Jamie what are we going to do the storm is getting worse?” “Don’t worry Grace Marie you just keep the kids inside the wagon we’ll make it.” “But Jamie we can’t see and it is so bitter cold. Maybe we should turn back and wait until spring. We could make shelter for the winter, we have plenty of supplies to hold us over.We’re not that far into the pass that we cannot turn around . Please Jamie!” “No! Grace Marie I said we can make it. Now come on you mules pull I said pull.” “Jamie! Jamie!” Grace yells above the howling wind and snow. The wagon slides and begins to turn over. “Jamie!” “Grace, Grace! Jump, jump!” As Jamie yells in fright jumping from the wagon into the freezing snow. No one to hear the whimper of the small child within the overturned wagon, no one. The only sound you hear is the howling wind and the spinning of the old wagon wheel. Then absolute silence. Winter is now in the Blue Mountain Pass and no one will be coming through this pass until spring. |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Such terribly tough times were those endured by many as their journey took them further into a territory never seen by their eyes... Guts...lots of guts |
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