Gab,
This morning you are talking my nearest neighbour HBC language as I pull up the suspenders, don the straw hat, and head off to be the 1853 Hudson's Bay Company farmer at Craigflower near the Ft. Victoria trading post.   At the farm, we make ships biscuits for any British Navy ship that sails in from the Pacific.   

Original rock foundations still in great shape 155 years later and the house as straight as an arrow.   Today's note from Robert Melrose's diary, "Gidean has a crew erecting the frame for the school, the entire crew notoriously drunk."

Hurrah for Living History!

cp in bc
(faux Scotch in the daytime)
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  From: Gabriel Orgrease 
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  Sent: Saturday, May 03, 2008 4:56 AM
  Subject: [BP] I Love Seattle


  "You got to come away from here, John Kanim," I said. "Right about now before you are dead."
  But he was not to listen to me right then on that occasion.
  I told him, "The Green River and Muckilshoot and that figwort Nelson don't mean a diddly."
  It was right out there in front of Low's house. They was armed with Hudson Bay muskets. John there with that sorry lot of Snoqualmies.
  I mean, if you are going to have a tribe what the hell is a Snoqualmie? I mean, Susquatch City? Give me a break, you know.
  It was like bloods and crips. It was like an e-zine squabble over word count. Shoot the bastards, get it done right. Hurt people.
  Show me the blood.
  I wanted to get those piles done for Capt. Howard, we were under contract, you know. Like this always these hooligans muck up the business.
  Show me the money.
  They were close, this close. You see what I mean? Damn the Wobblies, they were not even bred yet back then.
  Oh, yeah, I'm dead too, crossed that river a long time back but you got my blood, I mean, listen to Curt Cobain unplugged. 
  It hurts, yeah, but after we ran out of good cabin-building logs we went to cedar. It was fancy, maybe, rained more or less every day.
  Had to go find us a froe? Hendrix, my man! Groove that blues.
  We got them to leave, to leave us alone. Heard John got it later in Tulalip, so much for the mouthing off son-of-a-bitch.


  1851, settlement of Seattle (Alki Point), voice of Arthur Denny channeled through Gabriel Orgrease, writing exercise 050308 for http://www.examiner.com/x-298-Seattle-Literary-Scene-Examiner
  I  adore Shirley MacLaine for her past lives out-of-the-closet frankness.

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