Posted by She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine on September 25, 2000 at 20:05:59:
Dear Miss Katie,
Am sending this Runner with a bundle of goose feathers for your down quilts. The geese are darkenin' the sky like rain clouds headin' south, and the shootin' yesterday got me almost outta lead. Fortunately, while I was skinnin' a doe in the forest last night, I crossed paths with a young man by the name o' Morgan, who says he is bound for the Ohio Territory to start a tradin' post for his fri'nd, John Baynton. When he seed how slick I was takin' and saltin' the skin, Morgan asked if I would like to hire on as a long hunter and make my fortun' with his tradin' company, but I have other obligations to fulfil at the time, and told him as nicely as possible that is not a possibility. Nevertheless, he traded me some lead, salt, sugar and a fine blanket coat for the buckskin plus all the geese I had plucked and drawn and salted. We shared a crisp-cooked goose and some corn fritters afore we parted ways, and I wish him well in his venture.
Hector is enjoyin' the trip. I woke up this mornin' to find he had wrapped himself in yer quilt, and I was burrowed in a cover o' leaves tryin' to keep warm. Wouldn't mind so much if the hound didn't snore so loud to boot.
She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine