Re: Time for The Autumn Cleaning & Trade Wars Heat Up

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: : : : : : : : 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?

: : The river is peaceful.  as She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine paddles steadily eastward, she keeps a watchful eye on the woods along the banks, looking for Indian sign, looking for sign of The Wah-Ta-Wah Warrioresses, looking for signs of marauding Traders; she scans the currents of the river, looking for obstacles, looking for floating logs or submerged rocks, looking for alligators. Alligators?  There is nothing.  An occasional twittering of a bird, soft rustle of the afternoon breeze soughing through the heavy green foliage.

: : Late in the afternoon, She approaches the northern bank.  She skillfully guides the canoe through a tall stand of bullrushes and onto a gravelled strand.  Time to make camp for the evening.  Hector sniffs the air and senses no danger.  He jumps lightly out of the canoe, being very careful not to get any mud on his new chipmunk-skin moccasins.

: : Nosing around through the bushes, Hector comes upon a plump turkey hen sitting on a nest of two eggs.  Ah! A perfect supper for two after a long day's travel.  A small fire roasts the hen to perfection, and as dark settles through the forest, She carefully stows the eggs for breakfast.

: : Sleepy, well-fed and at peace, the two wrapped warmly in Miss Katie's quilt against the chill of the early Autumn night, settled down near the warm embers of the fire and slept.

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: I think maybe I'll head out and see if I can hook up with She.  This sounds like just what I need to find that elusive peace.
: Chris


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