Letter to the Courier Editors

Posted by She Who Tracks La Longue Carabine on March 02, 1999 at 11:34:49:

Dear Courier Editors,

Jest got through readin' yer Editor's Note in yer latest edition, an' I must say, ye've got yerselves all stirred up over nothin'. First off, ye never yet seed me in a corset! I got no thoughts o' joinin' them Mass o' Kissed Women, er whatever they call therselves. No passel o' beaus is worth goin' around lookin' like a trussed chicken!

Second, ye lost the trail sudden-like when ye got t' thinkin' that Mr. Girty and Sheriff Twigg is objects o' my affection. I got one mission in life, and that's to find La Longue Carabine and jog his feeble memory on the facts of his life. What facts is sumpthin' only Sheriff Twigg knows, and he's not tellin'. As to Simon Girty, well now, you jest leave that boy alone. He's a high-spirited lad with a talent fer horse thievin' an' barn-burnin', an' I say if them's his gifts, he oughta make the most of 'em. Besides, he got me a eagle feather. The younker kin do no wrong.

Now I gotta go sweep out the cabin fer that meeting of the CCCC. Grindin' all that corn fer dinner sure left a mess on the floor. Havin' jest one moccasin, I never woulda got it done at all, but luckily, them French heels is good fer more than jest breakin' up ice in the wash bucket.

She, etc.

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• Re: Letter to the Courier Editors Courier Editors 19:30:43 3/02/99 (1)
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• Re: Letter to the Courier Editors S.Girty 14:03:06 3/02/99 (0)

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: Dear Courier Editors,

: Jest got through readin' yer Editor's Note in yer latest edition, an' I must say, ye've got yerselves all stirred up over nothin'.  First off, ye never yet seed me in a corset!  I got no thoughts o' joinin' them Mass o' Kissed Women, er whatever they call therselves.  No passel o' beaus is worth goin' around lookin' like a trussed chicken!

: Second, ye lost the trail sudden-like when ye got t' thinkin' that Mr. Girty and Sheriff Twigg is objects o' my affection.  I got one mission in life, and that's to find La Longue Carabine and jog his feeble memory on the facts of his life.  What facts is sumpthin' only Sheriff Twigg knows, and he's not tellin'.  As to Simon Girty, well now, you jest leave that boy alone.  He's a high-spirited lad with a talent fer horse thievin' an' barn-burnin', an' I say if them's his gifts, he oughta make the most of 'em.  Besides, he got me a eagle feather.  The younker kin do no wrong.

: Now I gotta go sweep out the cabin fer that meeting of the CCCC.  Grindin' all that corn fer dinner sure left a mess on the floor.  Havin' jest one moccasin, I never woulda got it done at all, but luckily, them French heels is good fer more than jest breakin' up ice in the wash bucket.

: She, etc.


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