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Screensize: 640 x 480 800 x 600 1024 x 768 1280 x 1024 UserName: Password: Format Mode: Basic  Help  Prompt  Format: Videos: Font Andale Mono Arial Arial Black Book Antiqua Century Gothic Comic Sans MS Courier New Georgia Impact Lucida Console Script MT Bold Stencil Tahoma Times New Roman Trebuchet MS Verdana   Size 1 2 3 4 5 6   Color Black Red Yellow Pink Green Orange Purple Blue Beige Brown Teal Navy Maroon LimeGreen Message Icon:                             Message: Smilies [quote][i]Originally posted by Seamus[/i] [br]Seamus finished his dinner, and a fine dinner it was, fresh-baked cornbread, a wondrous stew of venison, Indian potatoes, carrots, beans and onion in a thick gravy, simmered long and slow in the iron pot over a bed of coals raked out and refreshed periodically from the fireplace. He was back now in his rocker, cradling a mug of coffee in his weathered hands. He sat just to the side of the fireplace where he could absorb the reflected heat from the right side coving of his fireplace without it getting too hot as it would if he was more to the center. He had learned the value of reflected heat from the Indians he had befriended as a youth. They had taught him how to build and use reflectors at his campsites from logs or rocks, and how he could stay warm even in the cold dead of winter. They taught him about shelters, natural and man-made ones, how to read the skies and when to seek shelter when certain things occurred, such as the animals of the forests being out and moving before bad weather moved in, or how various cloud formations could be read. Humma Timmeu, Night Wolf, had been a particularly patient and kind teacher. He had taken quickly to the young Irish lad and showed him many ways of the Delaware. He filled him with story lessons and showed him which wild plants could be eaten safely. Wingeohkwet, The Raven, showed him how to read the signs that the deer and turkey left and how to use his own instincts in the woods. He had learned well; their lessons had saved him many times, and he silently uttered his gratitude to them. In turn, he had passed their teachings on to Caleb, his son, and he would share them with his son when the time came. A warm feeling flowed from deep within as he recalled these mentors, now long gone..........and he wished he could see them again. ‘Perhaps I will,’ he thought, ‘....perhaps I will. Now what was I thinking about before dinner? Ahhh, yes.......the Widow Finney’s tavern in Reading Town...........’ ********************************************************************* A table near where the boys stood taking in the sights in Widow Finney’s tavern had six rather boisterous men sitting at it, and it was obvious that they had had entirely too much to drink. Their loud voices were laced with foul language and one of them had apparently just finished a funny story, as they all were laughing heartily. The table was piled high with dishes containing the remains of what had been a real feast. One of these men stood up precariously, raised his hand in the air and bellowed, “BARKEEP! ALE!! MORE ALE!! DAMMIT!! SHEND ONE OF THOSE WENCHES OVER HERE........(belch!).........WITH MORE....(belch)..... ALE!! NOW.......DAMMIT!” And with that he plunked himself heavily back in his chair, nearly rolling it over backwards. His companions roared in laughter as the man struggled to maintain his balance. Seamus watched all of this with narrowed eyes and a steely glare. The muscles in his back and arms tensed and his hands curled tightly into hard knotted fists. Michael and Christian were so busy trying to figure out where all this food could have come from, and how the cooks had gotten “that WHOLE cow” into the fireplace that they failed to notice the change in their Irish cousin's demeanor. A very comely, buxom young brunette wearing a chemise and skirt and apron had approached the table with a pitcher of ale in each hand, and was greeted with roars of approval from its occupants. One of the men shoved a few dishes aside to make room for the pitchers, and as the lass leaned in to set them down one of the men.....an overweight, greasy haired, obnoxious-looking lout who wore a filthy waistcoat, patted her rear and then clutched her around the waist, pulling her onto his lap. She squealed and laughed and playfully slapped him on the cheek, which brought roars of laughter from the other men. He responded by grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her towards his face, planting a long, hard kiss [/quote]    Upload an Image File From Your PC For Insertion in Your Post    -  HTML is OFF | Forum Code is ON   Check here to include your profile signature. Check here to subscribe to this topic.