Work was difficult to find in the economic uncertainty of this first decade of the new century, especially for a nearly sempiternal feline. Dirtysocks traveled now in moderate haste at the bequest of a telegram from Cain received two weeks prior which guaranteed him a scouting position provided he arrived in Saint John's before the fleet sailed for the ice. *1- (see 'The Wandering and Tails of Dirtysocks', Piedmont Publishing, 1957, and "Death on the Ice", Cassie Brown, Doubleday Canada, 1972)
Dirtysocks had witnessed Sampson plowing a field of wheat on his own, led gently by a single man by a light tether. Sampson, (later renamed Goliath) was drawing eight linked six-blade furrow plows, a job normally requiring six or more regular draft horses.
It was some years ago when Reyn's father, Dirtysocks, told her of a legendary horse named Sampson. He was an extraordinary beast, known for his tremendous strength and enormous stature. Dirtysocks had sighted this tremendous animal some years back when trekking once more across Canada en route to Newfoundland. He was returning there to regain seasonal employment scouting for seals on the ice fields off Saint Johns. >steed
Dirtysocks had witnessed Sampson plowing a field of wheat on his own, led gently by a single man by a light tether. Sampson, (later renamed Goliath) was drawing eight linked six-blade furrow plows, a job normally requiring six or more regular draft horses.
Dirtysocks witnessed this feat while standing alongside twenty or more men who watched in awe from thirty yards distance. Reyne's father saw the gentle beast working a field near Bucksdale, Canada. The horse's name was Sampson, He was sired by Goliath over FO the mare Delia, each parent also being abnormal strength and size. Dirtysocks gazed at this remarkable Shire Horse at work for nearly thirty minutes before continuing his travels back into the States.
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Dirtysocks witnessed this feat while standing alongside twenty or more men who watched in awe from thirty yards distance. Reyne's father saw the gentle beast working a field near Bucksdale, Canada. The horse's name was Sampson, He was sired by Goliath over FO the mare Delia, each parent also being abnormal strength and size. Dirtysocks gazed at this remarkable Shire Horse at work for nearly thirty minutes before continuing his travels back into the States.
It was some years ago when Reyn's father, Dirtysocks, told her of a legendary horse named Sampson. He was an extraordinary beast, known for his tremendous strength and enormous stature. Dirtysocks had sighted this tremendous animal some years back when trekking once more across Canada en route to Newfoundland. He was returning there to regain seasonal employment scouting for seals on the ice fields off Saint Johns. >steed
Work was difficult to find in the economic uncertainty of the centuries first century, especially for a nearly sempiternal feline. Dirtysocks had received a telegram from Cain two weeks before guaranteeing a position was waiting for him (see 'The Wanders of Dirtysocks', Piedmont Publishing, 1957.)
Dirtysocks had witnessed Sampson plowing a field of wheat on his own, led gently by a single man by a light tether. Sampson, (later renamed Goliath) was drawing eight linked six-blade furrow plows, a job normally requiring six or more regular draft horses.
Dirtysocks had witnessed Sampson plowing a field of wheat on his own, led gently by a single man by a light tether. Sampson, (later renamed Goliath) was drawing eight linked six-blade furrow plows, a job normally requiring six or more regular draft horses.
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Now in the year
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DDied 1866 A foal 3360
Now it was 1910 and Reyn was passing B it was through Canada on his way to Santa Fe New Mexico visit his old friend Bill Hitchcock. Sock's, or DS as some call him was returning from the seal hunt off the coast of Newfoundland.a season on the Newfoundland ice flows.
Buffalo Bill Cody and Dirtysocks, along with some like-minded philanthropists and entrepreneurs stolid volunteers, and investors were all getting together to form a secret pact or organization.
During the first meeting over a year ago ....
Since then....
....As a group, the men could never agree on a suitable name or acronym for the organization, only that it it would require a password and a secret handshake.
Dirtysocks held up his forepaws and screeched in his loudest baritone growl- "No! No Ratting Handshakes or you're Clawed."
People seldom argued with my father. He'd been a scoundrel, a bandit, a pirate, and now a seal clubber, and who knows, but always spy.
"And we'll just be the scheme, because it rhymes with dream, okay?
"And", he added,'"
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aking other like-minded investors were hatching a scheme to corner the buffalo, rawhide, seal, and otter pelt markets. Dirtysocks had returned after totally examining the seal trade. Very soon a very competent man from California would arrive to reveal the Spanish hide. Richard Dana would also bring to light the unknown horrors otter industry.
Unknown at the time, and generally repressed by conservative historians, the objective of this secret organization was to control the market, force prices up, and ultimately reduce demand. If they can't reduce demand, reduce product. How? War, famine, and disease came to mind. Or ultimately turn to entertainment- check with the robber barons. We're getting way beyond the scope of this little chia break.
"Reyn" " Dad scratched out, his voice scratchier than a cold front from the arctic, and now sounding as if a hairball were permanently lodged deep in, "Reyn, dear, that dang horse was as big as one of your British coal cars. Not as big as one of ours mind you...
7.5 ft
MORNING CHAI
Reyn had heard of Samson's feats of strength from her father, Dirtysocks, who saw the Goliath horse when he passed through Bucksdale, Canada. Sock's, or DS, as he was called was on his way to visit Bill Hitchcock in Santa Fe. Sock's was returning from a season on the Newfoundland ice flows.
The two, with other like-minded investors, were hatching a scheme to corner the buffalo, rawhide, seal, and otter pelt markets. Dirtysocks had returned after totally examining the seal trade. Very soon a very competent man from California would arrive to reveal the Spanish hide. Richard Dana would also bring to light the unknown horrors otter industry.
Unknown at the time, and generally repressed by conservative historians, the objective of this secret organization was to control the market, force prices up, and ultimately reduce demand. If they can't reduce demand, reduce product. How? War, famine, and disease came to mind. Or ultimately turn to entertainment- check with the robber barons. We're getting way beyond the scope of this little chia break.
"Reyn" " Dad scratched out, his voice scratchier than a cold front from the arctic, and now sounding as if a hairball were permanently lodged deep in, "Reyn, dear, that dang horse was as big as one of your British coal cars. Not as big as one of ours mind you...
Now in the year
XXXX
DDied 1866 A foal 3360
Now it was 1910 and Reyn was passing B it was through Canada on his way to Santa Fe New Mexico visit his old friend Bill Hitchcock. Sock's, or DS as some call him was returning from the seal hunt off the coast of Newfoundland.a season on the Newfoundland ice flows.
Buffalo Bill Cody and Dirtysocks, along with some like-minded philanthropists and entrepreneurs stolid volunteers, and investors were all getting together to form a secret pact or organization.
During the first meeting over a year ago ....
Since then....
....As a group, the men could never agree on a suitable name or acronym for the organization, only that it it would require a password and a secret handshake.
Dirtysocks held up his forepaws and screeched in his loudest baritone growl- "No! No Ratting Handshakes or you're Clawed."
People seldom argued with my father. He'd been a scoundrel, a bandit, a pirate, and now a seal clubber, and who knows, but always spy.
"And we'll just be the scheme, because it rhymes with dream, okay?
"And", he added,'"
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aking other like-minded investors were hatching a scheme to corner the buffalo, rawhide, seal, and otter pelt markets. Dirtysocks had returned after totally examining the seal trade. Very soon a very competent man from California would arrive to reveal the Spanish hide. Richard Dana would also bring to light the unknown horrors otter industry.
Unknown at the time, and generally repressed by conservative historians, the objective of this secret organization was to control the market, force prices up, and ultimately reduce demand. If they can't reduce demand, reduce product. How? War, famine, and disease came to mind. Or ultimately turn to entertainment- check with the robber barons. We're getting way beyond the scope of this little chia break.
"Reyn" " Dad scratched out, his voice scratchier than a cold front from the arctic, and now sounding as if a hairball were permanently lodged deep in, "Reyn, dear, that dang horse was as big as one of your British coal cars. Not as big as one of ours mind you...
7.5 ft
MORNING CHAI
Reyn had heard of Samson's feats of strength from her father, Dirtysocks, who saw the Goliath horse when he passed through Bucksdale, Canada. Sock's, or DS, as he was called was on his way to visit Bill Hitchcock in Santa Fe. Sock's was returning from a season on the Newfoundland ice flows.
The two, with other like-minded investors, were hatching a scheme to corner the buffalo, rawhide, seal, and otter pelt markets. Dirtysocks had returned after totally examining the seal trade. Very soon a very competent man from California would arrive to reveal the Spanish hide. Richard Dana would also bring to light the unknown horrors otter industry.
Unknown at the time, and generally repressed by conservative historians, the objective of this secret organization was to control the market, force prices up, and ultimately reduce demand. If they can't reduce demand, reduce product. How? War, famine, and disease came to mind. Or ultimately turn to entertainment- check with the robber barons. We're getting way beyond the scope of this little chia break.
"Reyn" " Dad scratched out, his voice scratchier than a cold front from the arctic, and now sounding as if a hairball were permanently lodged deep in, "Reyn, dear, that dang horse was as big as one of your British coal cars. Not as big as one of ours mind you...
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