Posted by Mohicanland Chronicles on September 22, 2000 at 18:18:34:
Well before first light, when the woods were yet silent and cold, and the river ran dark and heavy under a cover of morning fog, She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine slipped lightly into her bark canoe and pushed off into the gentle current. With Hector snuggled warmly against her legs, she plied her paddle quietly and set off toward the eastern settlements, where she would trade a few pelts for her final supplies before she struck off north toward the ruins of Fort William Henry and on into the wilderness in the search for game. Her heart lifted with the morning sun, as a gentle breeze slowly sent the layers of swirling fog upward past the treetops and into the pale blue of an early Autumn sky. With the Autumn Hunt ahead, can adventcha be far behind?
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