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Fangs and Claws

-fluff, angst, fantasy world, vampires, werewolves, elves, ect ect... mentions of blood and some fighting, war, poor Momo gets wacked in the head

: it was a bright day until two unexpected visitors fall, literally, at your doorstep under the likes of war

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werewolf!momo x vampire!sana x gn!elf!reader

The sky was clear, and the sun shined brightly in its place in the sky. The day got off to a terrific start. You spent the early morning tending to the crops that grew next to your house and watering the plants that grew on your windowsill. All of this is in a miniature garden that you created yourself, complete with an irrigation system. You put a lot of effort into tying it to the adjacent creek. You were proud of what you accomplished considering your tiny stature, even though the fences were a little wonky because they leaned a bit too much to the right and the gate wouldn't close without a sizable boulder in front of it.

Not as little as the other creatures that wandered your world, but considerably smaller. You were an elf who had left the elf village two years prior. Despite opposition from your neighbors, local business owners, tailors, and farmers, you no longer desired to reside in the overcrowded hamlet. You desired to experience independent living under your own norms rather than those of others. Since the beginning of the battle against vampires and werewolves, which didn't seem to be coming to an end anytime soon, the Elf Regime has established a great number of new regulations, making it difficult to pursue your desire for freedom. So you decide to locate yourself in a peaceful, undiscovered region just outside the village.

You have your own way back, of course, where you shop for your goods every month or two. You try your best to shop for all your essentials before your next trip, but the looks and whispers cause a sore to form in your jaw by the time you come back due to clenching it so often. But you do befriend all the soft little critters that visit you, from soft gray bunnies to a wobbly-legged doe. You tend to their wounds if they’re hurt, and you talk to them as you do your chores.

When you tell them about your time in the village and ask them about the high mountains or the wide oceans you've only heard about in legends, you never receive a response—just innocent looks and subtle head tilts that indicate they need more carrots or celery.

You would never want to give up that kind of life. But on this lovely day, lunch was just around the corner as you were watering your new heads of lettuce that were starting to poke out of the ground. The air suddenly turned gloomier. And when you raise your head, you notice a large cloud advancing over your vicinity. When a howl sounded out amid the trees, you winced and got a chill down your spine. You could see the animals around jump and flee deep into the forest, which appeared to frighten them as well. You knew that sound anywhere; it was a werewolf. And they sounded close—very close. You grabbed your shovel and dashed inside your cottage, where you shut the door, covered your windows, and lowered your blinds as you waited.

You lay against the door, shoveling your shovel close to your chest, catching your breath and waiting for any sounds. Why would a werewolf be here? They were at war with the vampires. And the elves decided to remain neutral in the conflict, announcing that they would never take part in the fighting. The vampires and werewolves acknowledged their decision and declared that they had no intention of ever setting foot on elf territory, ever.

The silence thickened the air, but it was only short-lived until the noises came all at once. Growls, groans, and grunts. Immediately outside your teeny, one-person cottage. The shrubs rustle, clay pots fall, and you hear a loud crack of wood followed by a frustrated yell, oh god, please let that not be your fence. As you listen to the sounds of suffering and rage, your breath becomes labored. Then something slams into the door, sending you slightly forward as the grip on your shovel tightens. This continues for a while, causing your house to shake with each slam and your body to tremble with each grunt.

You hear two solid thunks and then one thud before another, and suddenly it all goes back to that increasing stillness. The big cloud appeared to disappear as the light started to pour through your drapes and blinds. Even if it was just a few minutes, you wait what seems like hours before opening the door carefully and silently reminding yourself to put in a door viewer. As you prepare to swing the shovel, you look down and see two soldiers who were knocked unconscious just in front of your tiny welcome mat in the shape of a rainbow. Their wounds were covered in blood, and their helmets shielded their faces.

You falter as your eyes widen at the scene. One wore black matted armor, maroon feathers flaunted the top of the helmet, a commander. They held a high position in the army, judging by their appearance. The other soldier had shiny gold armor, and this time royal blue feathers displayed their helmet. Another commander, but this time a werewolf. When you were younger, an elder elf who frequently sat under this big peach tree told you about the war. His main concern is that if they fail to cease their battle soon, the elves might have to get involved. You stare at the two figures, squinting to see the rise of their chests.

You've heard that vampires are brutal; rumors of them kidnapping elves who accidentally enter their territory and turning them into their own personal blood bags were frequently propagated when you were growing up. Werewolves weren't much better; they had a reputation for snatching elves who crossed their borders and forcing them to present as members of one of their lower castes. Any elf seen entering either of those territories was never to be seen again.

Why were there two high-ranking officers (both on opposing teams) unconscious in front of your doorstep? You were astonished, to put it mildly. How did they even get so deep into the woods? Weren’t these protected grounds? There was no war in the land of the elves; it was a rule that everyone followed. And these two disregarded the laws. To gain a better look at the two, you gently walk out. The soldier in the gold sighed as they unexpectedly rose to their feet; you gasped and swung your shovel; a loud bang resounded through the trees; birds flew in dread of the noise; the soldier groaned and then sank back down.

Your shovel still holds high as you take in deep breaths, eyes glaring down at the figures from the sudden scare, but then they falter, and you put your hands down. They definitely don’t look too well; their armor is heavily scratched up. You don't realize you've stepped in blood until the cool liquid starts to seep into your sandals.

You groan; this is going to be hard to get off on your favorite pair too, gosh. You exhaled, a little irritated. You shouldn't actually abandon them here. You felt horrible, especially because you probably gave one of them a concussion. There were two extremely strong and helpless beings in front of you. And you, the smallest and weakest, an elf, have the power to decide whether or not they live.

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Well, unlike the stories you’ve been told about them, you’re not heartless. You grouse your way into pulling the soldiers by their dead weight onto your little bed. You took a deep breath before lifting the injured vampire, and with great peril you succeeded, as they plopped down right next to the werewolf. As you took a step back, you tried not to sneer at the tiny blood splotches that now adorned everything from your floor to your sheets.

You watched as your bed sank further beneath their weight and sighed, At least it's long enough. Your bed was meant to fit only one person, and that was you, an elf, not a vampire or werewolf, and definitely not both of them together. Their heads were just inches from the headboard, and their feet barely touched the footboard. They are rivals, and you are a little uneasy about how close they were and how their arms were brushing against one another, but you ignore it since you assume that since they were unconscious, it didn't matter.

You brought a bucket of water, some washcloths, and a fairly large first aid kit. When it came to patching them up, you decided to take off their armor but leave on their scrubs underneath. Slowly you grasp onto the helmet of the werewolf, and just as you pull it off, out flows graceful and flowy long hair, and you’re met with a face—a really pretty face. You blush before moving onto the vampire, and out comes a second pretty face with soft, silky hair. These beaten-up, almost about to meet their maker soldiers are hot as fu-

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Momo groans when she wakes up; her body aches, but her head—oh god, her head. With great struggle, she looks to the left; this isn’t her room in the barracks… nor is it her room back at home. It’s much smaller than she’s used to, and she doesn’t seem to have the willpower to lift her head.

A groan rings through her ears, and it’s not from her. It’s from her right, and she notices a figure begin to wake up; her eyes blur as she tries to make out who the person is. Maybe a nightly fling from the pub, she notices how the figure groans again. Holding onto her stomach, Momo rubs her eyes, and the first thing that catches her eye is a set of pointy canines.

While ignoring the pounding in her head, she raises her fist to throw a rapid punch, but it is immediately blocked. "What are you doing here, Sana?" she snarls out. "I could say the same to you!" The red-eyed girl's grip tightened as she made every effort to ignore the pain.

"You brought me into enemy lines... Couldn’t handle a one-on-one fight?" Momo practically sits on Sana’s lap as she tries to press her against the bed. "As if! Seems like something a mutt like you would do!" Sana scoffs, and both their arms begin to shake, neither of them letting up.

“You gaslighter!” Momo yells,

“What?! That’s all you! why the hell did you sleep with me anyway? Did you feel a little lonely?” Sana mocked her with a fake pout, trying to get Momo off of her.

“No you!” Momo grunted, pressing down harder, before Sana shifted, causing her to falter. They begin to scratch at each other’s skin, and Sana abruptly sits up; surprising for the very little energy they have, they’re still at each other's throats. Their bandages begin to tear, and wrapped up wounds begin to seep out blood.

“That doesn't even make any sen-” Suddenly something catches Sana’s eye, and she stops. Momo, who’s close to poking her eye, also stops confused. She follows Sana’s line of sight, and she’s shocked. You stand there, eyes widened at their position, a bloody mop in one hand and a cleaner’s bucket in another.

“I guess this place isn’t yours…”

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You remain silent; you seriously don’t know what to say. You notice a bandage on Momo’s arm has begun to unwind, and more blood was seeping into your sheets. You almost cry at the sight of your poor sheets getting all bloody again. Quickly, you move Momo off of Sana, not even looking the two in the face as you begin to fix their bandages.

“You’re a elf” Sana blurts out, she’s never seen an elf before, ever since she was born she was forced to train and train to join and fight alongside the vampire army. The same goes with Momo; she’s never seen your… kind… before and she’s absolutely star struck. Your ears are pointy, definitely pointier than a vampire’s, more refined, and your eyes are blown wide, hazel shaped, with the prettiest brown she’s ever seen.

They were dark and held so much mystery… Your hands are nimble and soft; they work with so much care, contrary to all the rough handling she has received on the training grounds, not even the barrack wolves treat her with so much care. You nod, you stand up and look around Momo to see if she has any other places she has reopened, and then move onto Sana.

“I’m sorry, I don’t have any clothes that might fit…”, you whisper as you look at their torn garments. You feel really bad; they were dirty with grime and muck, and damn it, they were on your sheets. You’ll definitely wash them four times…at least.

“It’s okay you’ve done much already I- we can’t thank you enough,” Sana softly clasps your hand in hers as you look at the ground, slightly taken aback by her gesture. “I’m Sana, and that dog over there is Momo, what's your name cutie?” the latter scowls at the title, mumbling out a ‘damned bat’,

You glance at Momo and then stare up at Sana mumbling your name before letting her continue,

“and we’re both grateful for what you’ve done. Sorry uh- for the intrusion…” Sana also looks guilty, and Momo hangs her head in shame? The tension in the air lowers to a more somber tone.

“Oh, no, it's really nothing! Really!…”. You say, trying to diminish any guilt they might be feeling, “It’s okay.” You suddenly prep up as you remember something, “Oh right! Wait here for a few, yeah?” The two hesitantly nod, and you walk out, looking back before leaving the room.

Momo glares at Sana. “Dog, really?” She harshly whispers. And Sana rolls her eyes, "Oh, be quiet don’t think I didn’t hear you mumbling out a ‘damned bat’ too”.

Momo growls, “Just you wait once we leave this place I’ll rip your-” She stops when she smells something. Something delicious. She turns and notices you walking back in, carrying a tray with two bowls.

You place the tray on the nightstand and hand them their soup, “I’m sorry I don’t have any meat..or blood,” You stutter out the word, eyeing Sana, who looks at you with wonder, “I just had the ingredients for some vegetable soup,” you mumble, handing them each their bowl.

“It’s okay, you didn’t have to make us anything” Sana reassures you, she seems to be doing most of the talking, but you don’t mind as long as they don’t trash your bedroom by going at each other’s throats.

"No, it’s alright! I don’t get very many...guests anyways,” you handed Sana a red bowl before handing Momo her blue one, “cute” Momo murmurs as you shyly handed her the bowl and spoon. Your blush reddens before you swiftly bow, leave the room, and shut the door. Leaning against the closed door, you let out a sigh of relief. That could have been worse.

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“We’re very sorry for everything, sincerely. And thank you so much for the help.” Sana apologized once again, placing her armor in a woven basket that you gave her, and sliding her sword into her harness, same goes for Momo, who gratefully looks over the pieces, noticing that you even wiped them down, making them look like they were newly forged.

“Anytime…” You mumble really just waiting for them to leave, so you could go wash your precious sheets and get back to mopping, “Are you sure you don’t want some food for your journey back?”

“No need, you’ve done more than enough, she definitely won’t be needing any food anyways, not after I defeat her on the battlefield, with my sword finally ridding her body from that hideous face” Momo snarls glaring at Sana who in return smirks at her,

“You wish, I’ll rid you of your blood and dine on your neck like fine wine” Sana levels herself with Momo, their heads barely grazing your ceiling as they stand tall, challenge one another and, puffing out their chests in pride,

“Umm please don’t kill each other here, I just wiped the floors…” You shakily spoke to the stronger beings before you.

“Of course not, Little Elf, for a vampire always keeps things classy and not messy, unlike those mutts who call themselves werewolves,” Sana takes your palm in her hand, leaning to give it a light peck. You blush at the action, a little ‘oh my’ leaving your lips as you look away with a light giggle. Momo scoffs at the mushy vampire before walking out. They had to duck their heads whenever they left a room. A gasp leaves her lips when she steps out your front door.

“We really did a number on their place…” Momo mumbles out, looking at the conditions right outside your tiny little cottage. Sana walked out and gawked at the sight, they full on trashed the place like it was their playground. Your walls had cracks scattered everywhere, your bushes were ruined, flowers that grew in carefully decorated pots were laying all over the ground, pieces of clay were separated from one another, and even dried blood was spread along your path. Gosh, it was terrible.

“Oh…” you lighty uttered, you’ve been so focused on cleaning inside and making the soup, now finally getting a good look at your outside, and it really didn’t look the best. You wince at your broken fence, goodness, that took you ages to build. You look up at the other two, noticing how their faces screamed liability, “hey no- it’s okay, really, no need to worry. I’ll just fix it up, you two should really get going before it gets dark” You try your best to console the two, trying to convince them it’s all right.

"No,” Momo murmured, and you questioned her with a little ‘hmm?’. “I said no, we did this, you, elf, have done nothing to deserve this, any of it. I will stay here and fix everything I broke, you don’t need to lay a finger” Sana agreed with her with a nod and a little, “me too”.

You nodded before doing a double take, “wait…what?”

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“Here drink something girls, don’t want you two passing out… again” You sigh as you hold two glasses of homemade lemonade. Momo was currently working on a new fence, her muscles flexing through a top that you had quickly sewn for both of them after finding out they were planning on staying. Sana was fixing up your bushes, trimming lovely shapes such as hearts and stars to accommodate your little aesthetic.

“Coming!’ They jogged over and took a glass,

"Wow, this stuff’s really good!” Sana beamed at the taste, and sighed as she let the flavors sink into her tongue. Momo swiftly nodded at her words, the bandage still wrapped around her head. You stared at the two with a small smile on your face. They seem to be getting along just fine; the war is really what keeps them from being close. Who knows what they’ll do to each other once they leave?

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BLESSING OR PROPERTY?

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(A Swahili folktale from Kenya and Tanzania)

There was a man and his wife, and they prayed to God to get a child ; and they got first a son and next a daughter.

And their father's employment was to cut up firewood. And they remained till the children were grown up. And their father was seized by disease.

And he called his children, and asked them, "Will you have a blessing or property ?" And the son said, "I will have property."

And the daughter said, " I will have a blessing."

And her father gave her much blessing. And her father died. And they kept mourning, and when they arose their mother fell sick ; and she called her children and said to them, "Will you have a blessing or property" and the son said, "I will have property."

And the daughter said, "I will have a blessing." And her mother gave her a blessing.

And their mother died. And they kept their mourning, and when they arose the seventh day came.

And the son went and told the woman, his sister, "Put out all my father's and mother 's things."

And the woman put them out, without his leaving her anything. And he took them all away.

And people said to him, "Will you not leave even any little thing for this your sister?"

And he said, "I shall not. I asked for the property, and she asked for a blessing."

And he left her a cooking pot, and a mortar for cleaning corn ; he did not leave her even a little food. Her neighbors used to come and borrow the mortar, and clean their corn, and then they gave her a little grain, and she cooked and ate it. And others used to come and borrow her cooking pots, and cook with them, and then they gave her too a little food. And this was every day her employment.

And she searched about in her father and mother's house, without finding anything except a pumpkin seed.

And she took it and went and ventured under the well. And a plant sprung up, and bore many pumpkins.

Her brother had no news of her, and he asked people,

"Where does my sister get food?"

And they told him,

"People borrow her mortar, and they clean their corn, and give her too a little food ; and people borrow her cooking pots, and cook with them, and give her too a little food."

And her brother arose and went and robbed her of the mortar and cooking pots. And then she awoke in the morning and sought for food, and could not get it.

And she stayed till nine o'clock, and said, "I will go and look at my pumpkin, whether it has grown."

And she went, and saw that many pumpkins had come. And she was comforted. And she gathered the pumpkins, and went and sold them, and got food. And this was her employment every day, to gather and go and sell.

And when the third day came, everyone who ate those pumpkins found them

exceedingly sweet. And everybody used to take grain and go to her place and buy. And many days passed, and she got property.

Her brother's wife heard that news, and sent her slave with grain to go and buy a pumpkin. And the slave said, "They are finished." And when she knew it was her

brother's wife's slave, she told him, "Take this one, and take back your grain." And she went and cooked it, and found it very sweet. The next day she sent someone again. And she said, "There are none at all to-day."

And he went and told his mistress, and she was exceedingly vexed. When her husband came and asked her, "What is the matter with you, my wife?”

She told him, "I sent some one to your sister with my grain, to go and ask for pumpkins. She did not send them, and told me, ' There are none ;' and other people all buy of her."

And he said to his wife, “Let us sleep till tomorrow. I will go and pull up her pumpkin plant.”

When the morning dawned, he went to his sister and said to her, "When my wife sent grain, you refused to sell her a pumpkin."

And she said, " They are finished ; the day before yesterday she sent someone, and I gave to him for nothing."

And he said, "Why are you selling to other people ?"

And she said, "They are finished, there are no more, they have not yet come."

And her brother said to her, "I shall go and cut up your pumpkin."

And she said, "You dare not, unless indeed you cut my hand off first ; then you may cut up the pumpkin."

And her brother took hold of her right hand and cut it off, and went and cut up her pumpkin plant, every bit of it. The woman set on hot water, and put in her arm, and put medicine also, and bound on a cloth. And he took away everything from her, and put her out of the house. And his sister wandered about in the forest, and this her brother sold the house, and gathered much property, and remained spending it.

And she wandered in the forest, till on the seventh day she came out to another town.

And she climbed up into a great tree, and ate the fruit of the tree, and in the morning she slei:it there in the tree. On the next day the son of the king came out shooting birds, he and his people.

About twelve o'clock he was tired, and said, "I will go there by the tree, so that I may rest, and you shoot birds."

And he sat under the tree, he and his slave. And the young woman cried till her tears fell upon the king's son below.

And he said to his slave, "Look outside ; is it not raining ?"

And he said, "It is not, master."

And he said, "Then climb up into the tree, and look what bird is casting its droppings upon me."

And his slave climbed up, and he saw an exceedingly beautiful woman crying, and without saying a word, he got down. And he told his master, "There is a most beautiful young woman. I did not venture to say a word to her."

And his master asked him, "Why ?"

And he said, '' I found her crying ; perhaps you should go yourself."

And his master climbed up, and went and saw her, and said to her, "What is the matter with you, my mistress '? Are you a person or a spirit?"

And she said, "I am a person,"

And he said, " What are you crying about ?"

And she said, "I am thinking of things ; I am a person as you are."

And he said, "Come down to me and let us go to our home."

And she said to him, "Where is your home ?"

And he said, "With my father and mother : I am a king's son."

And she said, "What did you come to do here ?"

And he said, "I come to shoot birds, month by month ; this is our employment. I came with my companions."

And she said, "I do not like to be seen by anybody."

And he said, "We shall not be seen by any one."

And she came down. And he sent his slave, "Go into the town quickly, and bring me a masheela.” And his slave went at once and returned with a masheela and four people, and they carried him. And he put the woman into it, and told his slave, "Fire a gun, that all the company may know."

And he fired a gun, and his companions came, and they said to him, “What is the matter with you, son of the king ?"

And he said, "I am cold, and I want to go my way into the town."

And they carried the game they had got, and went away. And the king's son had got into the masheela, he and that young woman. And his companions knew nothing of it. And they went to their city, and reached his house.

And he said to a man, "Go and tell my mother and father, I have fever today, I want gruel quickly ; let them send it to me."

And his mother and father were troubled, and gruel was cooked for him, and sent to him. And his father went with his viziers and went to see him. And at night his mother went with her people to see him.

The next day he went out, and went and told his mother and father, "I have picked up a young woman, I want you to marry me to her, but she has lost one hand ?"

And they said, "Why ?"

And he said, " I wish it just as it is."

And the Sultan loved his only son much, and he made a wedding and married him to the young woman.

And the people in the town heard, "The Sultan's son has married a young woman, she has lost one hand."

And they remained until his wife became pregnant, and bore a son, and his parents rejoiced exceedingly.

And the Sultan's son went on a journey, and went to travel about in the towns of his father.

There behind her brother came out ; he had nothing to spend, and was going begging. Till one day he heard people conversing, "The Sultan's son has married a woman who lost one hand."

And her brother asked, "Where did he get the girl, this child of the Sultan ?"

And they told him, "He picked her up in the forest."

And he knew she was his sister.

And he went to the king. And he went and said, "Your child has married a woman who has lost a hand. She was put out of their town because she was a witch; every husband who marries her, she kills."

And the king went and told his wife, and they said, "What plan can we act on ?" And they loved much their only child, and they said, "Let us put her out of the town."

And her brother said to them, "Kill her, for there at home she had her hand cut off, and here kill her."

And they said, "We cannot kill her, we will put her out of the town."

And they went and put her out of the town, her and her son. And she was comforted.

And she went out, and carried a little earthen pot, and went her way into the forest ; she knew not where she was going or whence she came.

And she sat down, and showed her child, and casting her eyes, she saw a snake come fast towards her, and she said, "Today I am dead."

And the snake said to her, "Child of Adam, open your earthen pot that I may go in. Save me from the sun, and I will save you from rain."

And she opened the pot, and it went in, and she covered it. And she looked and saw another snake coming fast, and it said to her, “Has not my companion passed ?"

And she said, "It is going."

And it passed quickly.

The snake which was in the pot said to her, "Uncover me."

And she uncovered it, and it was comforted, and said to that child of Adam, "Where are you going ?"

And she said, "I know not where I am going, I am wandering in the woods."

And the snake said to her, "Follow me, and let us go home."

And they went together till on the road they saw a great lake. And the snake said to her, "Child of Adam, let us sit and rest, the sun is fierce ; go and bathe in the lake with your child."

And she carried her boy, and went to wash him, and he fell in and she lost him in the lake. And it asked her, "What is the matter with you there, child of Adam?"

And she said, "My child is lost in the water."

And it said, " Look for him well."

And she sought for him for a whole hour without finding him.

And it said, "Put in the other hand."

And she said, "You snake are making a game of me."

And it asked "How?"

And she said, "I have put in this sound one, and I have not found him ; what is the use of this spoilt one?"

And the snake said to her, "Only you put in both."

And the child of Adam put them in, and went and found her son and laid hold of him, and drew out her hand sound again.

And it said, "Have you found him ?"

And she said, "I have found him, and have got my hand sound again."

And she

rejoiced much.

And the snake said, "Now let us go away to my elders, and let me repay your kindness."

And she said, "This is enough, getting my hand."

And it said, "Not yet ; let us go to my elders."

And they waited till they arrived, and they rejoiced much, and loved that young woman. And she remained, eating and drinking many days.

And her husband returned from his journey. And his elders had caused two tombs to be made, one of his wife and one of his child. And her brother had become a great man with the king.

And her husband, the king's son, came. And he asked, "Where is my wife?"

And they said to him, "She is dead."

"And where is my child ?"

And they answered him, "He is dead."

And he asked, "Where are their graves ?"

And they took him to go and see them. And when he saw them he wept much. And he made a mourning. And he was comforted.

Many days had passed. And the young woman in the forest said to her friend the snake, "I want to go away home."

And it said, "Take leave of my mother and father. When they give you leave to go, if they give you a present, accept only the father's ring and the mother's casket."

And she went and took leave of them, and they gave her much wealth, and she refused and said, "I, one person, how shall I carry this wealth ?"

And they said, "What will you have ?"

And she said, "You, father, I want your ring ; and you, mother, I want your casket."

And they were very sorry, and asked her, "Who told you about this ?"

And she said, "I know it myself."

And they said, "Not so ; it is this your brother who told you."

And he took the ring and gave it to her, and said to her, "I give you this ring. If you want food, if you want clothes, if you want a house for sleeping, tell the ring ; it will produce it for you by the blessing of God and of me your father."

And her mother gave her the casket, and told her such and such things. And they gave her their blessing.

And she went out and went away, till there by the town of her husband, without reaching her husband's house. When she reached the outskirts, she told the ring, "I want you to produce for me a great house."

And it produced a house, and the furniture of the house and slaves. And she stayed, she and her son. And her son had become a great lad.

And the king got news of there being a large house in the outskirts, and he sent people to go and look, and they answered him, "It is true."

And the sultan arose with his viziers and his son. And they went and drew near, and the woman looked through a telescope and saw her husband, and her husband's father, and many people, and her brother among them.

And she told the people, "Prepare food quickly."

And they prepared, and laid the table. And they arrived and were invited in, and went inside, and they asked her the news.

And she said, "Good."

And she said to them, “Eat of the food. I come from a distance ; when you have done with the food let me give you my news."

And they ate the food, till when they had finished she told them, from the beginning when she was born, she and her brother, till all were finished, as they had been.

And the king's son went to embrace his wife, and they wept much, and all who were there wept, and they said her brother was not good. And the king asked her, "What shall we do to your brother ?"

And she said, "Only put him out of the town."

And she dwelt with her husband till the end in joy.

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Grytviken

Hamlet in the South Georgia Island, South Georgia and the South Sandwich Islands

Grytviken is a hamlet on South Georgia in the South Atlantic and formerly a whaling station and the largest settlement on the island. It is located at the head of King Edward Cove within the larger Cumberland East Bay, considered the best harbour on the island. The location's name, meaning "pot bay", was coined in 1902 by the Swedish Antarctic Expedition and documented by the surveyor Johan Gunnar Andersson, after the expedition found old English try pots used to render seal oil at the site. Settlement was re-established on 16 November 1904 by Norwegian Antarctic explorer Carl Anton Larsen on the long-used site of former whaling settlements

Whaling station Grytviken in 1989

South Georgia Museum, Grytviken

Whaling and sealing ships at Grytviken

Along with the surrounding area, the station has been declared an Area of Special Tourist Interest (ASTI).

Grytviken is a popular stop for cruise ships visiting Antarctica, and tourists usually land to visit Shackleton's grave. The South Georgia Museum is housed in the manager's house of the former whaling station, and is open during the summer tourist season.

The station's church is the only building which retains its original purpose; it is still used occasionally for services. There have been several marriages in Grytviken, the first being registered on 24 February 1932, between A.G.N. Jones and Vera Riches.

On 28 January 2007, a service was conducted in remembrance of Anders Hansen (a Norwegian whaler buried at Grytviken Cemetery in 1943) and to celebrate his great-great-grandson Axel Wattø Eide's baptism occurring in Oslo the same day.

Grytviken - Wikipedia

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Dracula Daily, 8 May (reread)

Our Good Friend Jonathan has sent us another email!

for there is something so strange about this place and all in it that I cannot but feel uneasy

If there were any one to talk to I could bear it, but there is no one. I have only the Count to speak with, and he!—I fear I am myself the only living soul within the place.

FINALLY

so then we get Dracula being like Hello~! Good morning! 🥰 and jumpscaring Jonathan due to not having a reflection. OOPS! Blood Time 🩸👀

luckily Jonathan wore his gifted rosary so drac could chill the fuck out but not before

Then seizing the shaving glass, he went on: "And this is the wretched thing that has done the mischief. It is a foul bauble of man's vanity. Away with it!" and opening the heavy window with one wrench of his terrible hand, he flung out the glass, which was shattered into a thousand pieces on the stones of the courtyard far below

This bitch vain af, YEET!

It is very annoying, for I do not see how I am to shave, unless in my watch-case or the bottom of the shaving-pot, which is fortunately of metal.

Jonathan..... king your priorities, did you not feel concern when count D went after your neck like he was Smeego. And you were that gay little ring?

It is strange that as yet I have not seen the Count eat or drink. He must be a very peculiar man!

YEAH MAYBE? MAYBE THE LACK OF REFLECTION TOO??

The castle is a veritable prison, and I am a prisoner!

our favourite rat boy jonathan harker does try to find an exit, to his credit, and also does The Big Think to strategise survival.

I went cautiously to my own room and found him making the bed. This was odd, but only confirmed what I had all along thought—that there were no servants in the house.

finally! but also wow cosy domestic uwu

the pieces are all falling into place for Jonathan, a little late but “what does it mean that he could control the wolves?” made me laugh

I have had a long talk with the Count. I asked him a few questions on Transylvania history, and he warmed up to the subject wonderfully.

oh yes, infodump time

we get a lot of history but i really appreciate the closing section

Ah, young sir, the Szekelys—and the Dracula as their heart's blood, their brains, and their swords—can boast a record that mushroom growths like the Hapsburgs and the Romanoffs can never reach. The warlike days are over. Blood is too precious a thing in these days of dishonourable peace; and the glories of the great races are as a tale that is told."

the bitch loves war and thinks these modern times are too bloodless (HA!) but also calling the hapssburgs and romanoffs mushrooms was really fun

"Arabian Nights,"is kind of a fun and sexy allusion, Hamlet's father less so...

Jonathan bestie, be careful!

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Mesa Verde National Park (No. 6)

The Square Tower House is one of the stops on the Mesa Top Loop Road driving tour.The tower is the tallest structure in Mesa Verde.

By 500 AD, atlatls were being supplanted by the bow and arrow and baskets by pottery, marking the end of the Basketmaker II Era and the beginning of the Basketmaker III Era. Ceramic vessels were a major improvement over pitch-lined baskets, gourds, and animal hide containers, which had been the primary water storage containers in the region. Pottery also protected seeds against mold, insects, and rodents. By 600, Pueblonians were using clay pots to cook soups and stews.[13] Year-round settlements first appear around this time. The population of the San Juan Basin increased markedly after 575, when there were very few Basketmaker III sites in Mesa Verde; by the early 7th century, there were many such sites in the mesa. For the next 150 years, villages typically consisted of small groups of one to three residences. The population of Mesa Verde c. 675 was approximately 1,000 to 1,500 people.

Beans and new varieties of corn were introduced to the region c. 700.[15] By 775, some settlements had grown to accommodate more than one hundred people; the construction of large, above-ground storage buildings began around this time. Basketmakers endeavored to store enough food for their family for one year, but also retained residential mobility so they could quickly relocate their dwellings in the event of resource depletion or consistently inadequate crop yields. By the end of the 8th century, the smaller hamlets, which were typically occupied for ten to forty years, had been supplanted by larger ones that saw continuous occupation for as many as two generations. Basketmaker III people established a tradition of holding large ceremonial gatherings near community pit structures.

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A hand salute for a coat of arms

By Jonathan Monfiletto

The village of Dundee may be the only community in Yates County – and probably in all of the Finger Lakes region – that has its own coat of arms. The village received this honor from the Scottish city of the same name in 1973 when Dundee, Scotland marked its 300th anniversary and Dundee, New York celebrated its 125th anniversary.

In 1973, the Lord Provost of Dundee – an office similar to mayor – bestowed upon its daughter community the right and privilege of bearing the arms of its ancestor. The movement mimicked an occasion 300 years before, on July 30, 1673, when King Charles II awarded the Royal Burgh of Dundee a deed of proper arms for a fortified city loyal to the crown.

Similarly, the village of Dundee voted to accept this grant and make it effective July 30, 1973, with changes to the arms to fit the village’s location and character. As part of its celebration that year, the village used the arms in flags, plaques, and other decorations. A cluster of grapes against a shield replaces a pot of lilies in the same spot of the ancestor’s arms; a representation of a lake and fingers replaces a castellated helmet to symbolize a fortified town.

It might be time for Dundee to bring out its coat of arms again, as this year the village marks its 175th anniversary since its incorporation. The village was indeed named after the more widely known Dundee, Scotland, but the naming came in more of a roundabout way.

When the first settlers – Isaac Stark and two families named Houghtaling and Harpenduyck – arrived there in 1807, about 20 years after settlers first arrived on the shore of Seneca Lake in modern-day Yates County, the community took on the name Stark’s Mills because of the mill Stark built on Big Stream where it crosses present-day Main Street. The Harpenduyck name was anglicized to Harpending, and the settlement eventually became known as Harpending’s Corners. For many years, though, the settlement was not much more than a small road crossing and an obscure hamlet known for lumber and some general produce.

At the time, Harpending’s Corners was first part of the town of Wayne, originally named Frederickstown, and then part of the town of Reading when Reading was formed from Wayne. The town of Starkey, which includes the territory of the settlement, was formed from Reading in 1824 and added to Yates County a year after the county was established.

Harpending’s Corners – named for early settler Samuel Harpending and the Harpending House hotel he had built early on in the settlement – began to grow in the ensuing years, with the construction of stores, mills, and dwellings and soon outgrew Eddytown – the hamlet now known as Lakemont – which had been the seat of the township. As the settlement became a trading center, the community decided it needed a new name.

First, of course, a few other names were suggested before the current name was agreed upon. There were Plainville, Harpendale, LaGrange, Starkville, and many others. Plainville seemed to win out but was turned down when it was learned that another place in New York State had the same name (there appears to be a hamlet of Plainville near Baldwinsville in Onondaga County). Then along came James Gifford, a local singing teacher, who suggested the name of Dundee.

Gifford didn’t take the name directly from the Scottish city, though, but naturally – being a singing teacher – he took the name from a song. In 1545, Guillaume Franc wrote a famous hymn tune titled “Dundee,” apparently taking its name from the home city of the composer’s red-haired love interest. Interestingly, Gifford eventually moved west and played a similar role in a settlement in Illinois for which people were deciding upon a name. Once again, Gifford suggested Dundee, and once again the people chose that name.

Harpending’s Corners officially became Dundee in 1833, and its growth in population and prominence continued. Fifteen years later, the settlement formally became a village with the support of 250 voters. By that point, there were 75 places of business in the village, including nine drinking establishments in one form or another as well as five churches, two schools with 150 students, a one-horse stage, and daily mail distributed from the postmaster’s kitchen.

But they weren’t all days of wine and roses from the young village. Three years in a row brought three major fires to Dundee – in 1859, the east side of Main Street burned down; in 1860, the west side of the street was destroyed; and in 1861, a blaze started by arson took down 40 buildings and almost the entire village. It took almost six years for the village to recover from these conflagrations; in fact, it is said the Civil War went on with barely any notice from Dundee.

However, a road in the village was renamed Union Street to show the Dundee’s support for the cause. And, from that point on, Dundee continued to prosper throughout the remainder of the 19thcentury, with the establishment of further schools, banks, village newspapers, other businesses, and even railroads and with improvements in infrastructure such as streets and sidewalks.

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Hydrangea

We’ve forced on some hydrangea to flower now and look good for indoors.

Hydrangea are a hardy shrub and can eventually be planted outside.

Not only do they look good in your home, they bring great health benefits.

Some of the benefits of plants in the house are:-

Reducing carbon dioxide levels.

Increasing humidity.

Reducing levels of certain pollutants, such as benzene and nitrogen dioxide.

Reducing airborne dust levels.

Keeping air temperatures down.

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We are able to plant up bowls baskets and pots in a design of your choice.

Just ask!

Why not pop in and have a look in the heated greenhouse?

It is so wonderful colourful right now.

We also gift wrap.

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Wednesday 15 July 1840

[up at] 7 3/4

[to bed at] 9 1/4

fine morning – arranged to go to the iron mine at Tsédissi or Sédissi (Dubois ii. 397) today and tomorrow with an escort of 30 men to the eaux acidulées de Glola (ii. 422) breakfast at 9 50/.. Reaumur 17 1/4° and Fahrenheit 70 1/2 now at 10 35/.. a.m. Off at 11 25/.. – left Moshé and the 2 baggage horses, and took Cossack and George and Adam and the prince Gregoire Tsirétellis deputy (jew, Elia Danielitch) chef de police and sub mourave or kelossan or I know not what here – a broken bridge over the Djedjora would prevent our going by the good, direct road – must make a considerable detour – therefore instead of crossing the bridge we crossed last night and going about 1/2 way on the left bank the Djedjora we were obliged to keep on the right bank all the way – much the better for us – we wound up the wooded mountain close at the back of our house and passed thro’ several villages and gained in picturesqueness what we lost in distance – stop at 12,

versts

Oni to Tsōlă . 3 = 11 25/.. to 12

1/2 way Tsola to Pīpĕlēttĭ at the broken bridge . 12 25/.. to 1 10/..

Pilepetti to Ūntshĭē’vĭ . 1 40/.. to 2 17/.. and from 3 to 4 40/..

Untshievi to Sē’dĭssĭ

Sedissi to the mine . . 5 5/.. to 6 10/..

at little village of Tsola, 25 minutes for guide! – the women and children came out to look at us – the women saluent par une reverence profonde bow almost to the ground their mouths seem to kiss their own knees and they then kissed ours – one woman seeming rather above the rest asked us to breakfast in returning tomorrow morning – she would give us hot cakes – thanked and shook hands making her understand it was our English custom – we had not thought of being all night away tho’ the Jew deputy had said we could not be back – but on inquiry seemed to think we might return therefore we took no baggage, nothing but our cloaks and things on our back – walk down steep so steep that Ann having hold of my arm we both slipped and fell and slid some distance (honey-potting) before we could stop – then glad to honeypot down the remaining bit – a sort of terre glaize dry and slippery and almost at angle 45° direct down upon the Djedjora – at the broken bridge at village of Pipeletti at 1 10/.. – 1/2 way – and stop again here for change of guide – stop under shade of great walnut tree – the sun very hot – small hamlet – went into one of the sâcles – mud floor – fire on ground in the middle – curious interlacing of beams to make support for long wood pot-hook suspended – smoke escapes thro’ doorway and crevices in the thin boa[r]d stone-weighted roof – nor chimney, nor windows – a little iron boiler and a water pot and sort of black (coarse unglazed) pot porringer or 2 all the furniture seen – the people squat and sleep on the floor – the women gave me some little green apples and a parsnip at Tsola and offered me apples here – I kept eating them all along and this subdued the inordinate thirst and parchedness of mouth occasioned by the heat – drinking tea or water almost every minute is not near so efficacious as the acid and chewing of the apple – yet a fine air tho’ so hot as we wait just above the river for change of guide – terrible this having to wait at every village – our jew chef Elia seems not to have known the way beyond Tsola – the valley of the Djedjora well peopled and beautiful – except immediately about the villages and the corn fields the valley thickly wooded on both sides – the forests sprinkled with Scotch fir – picturesque cottages as before and fields of yellow corn and green vine – everywhere much Indian corn – the river here at the bridge narrower than above or below but rapid, and white muddy – a very good stream –

off again at 1 40/.. with same guide therefore stop again (under great willow) at 2 17/.. to wait for a fresh guide – bit of good pasture for the horses which had probably (underhand) much to do in the business – well enough if they had told me – I should then have sat down to write and not have lost 3/4 hour – the largest trees in the Ratchas are the limes and walnuts – a few large oaks but not so large in proportion as the walnuts – everywhere abundance of hazel, and holly which ever since Khotévi or a little before replaces the common laurel – and alder and willow near the streams and in the bottoms – 2 or 3 species of Mespilus – and white thorn bushes here and everywhere, and here again (2 17/.. p.m.) sprinkling of spruces with the oak beech and hornbeam on the mountains – abundance of the little corn mills on the streams since entering the Haut Ratcha, especially today – vide Dubois ii. 393 –

off again at 3 fine view down the valley – descend and ascend (left) and leave the Djedjora ta 4 25/.. in the other branch of the valley to the right – at Sedissi at 4 40/.. – little village and here again wait for guide – a prince (who owns 1 of the near villages but lives at Oni) on horseback and a man with his fusil accompany us – dangerous going this way for fear of the Ossètes – their nearest village only 3 or 4 versts from the mine – often come down, tho’ soumis, and steal the cattle in the broad day (always taken up at night for fear of Ossètes, bears, wolves, foxes, jackals) and commit what other brigandage they can and sometimes murder – off to the mine at 5 5/.. 1 verst (I thought it as it did take an hour –) all up the green mountain side at the mine at 6 10/.. at the foot of the bare hoary rock opening on grassy ledge about 1/2 height the mountain – perhaps 200 or 300 feet perpendicular rock above the mine and perhaps twice as much more of ascent from Sédissi – a wavy line of rock that closes in the valley on that side, and sweeps down into a grassy col that joins the other side of the valley-boundary, down which col the Ossètes come – nice green sweet looking pasturage, a beautiful alp – what a pity that there is no security! – low, narrow, cave-like entrance to the mine, masked with large masses of fallen rock – Ann went in with us – our fusil-man had brought fire-brands to light us – soon found the cavern-mine so difficult of descent that sent Ann back – winding, narrow passage to 2 or 3 wood steps – then dirty ladder of 14 or 15 deep steps into deep cavern hole – then long underground passage – difficult descent by bad wet steps no more ladders – George had asked Adam who interpreted that there 2000 sagènes of mine (passages that went down a long way) and that it would take 2 days to thoroughly explore the mine – our brands were wasting fast -merely enough for 1/4 or 1/2 hour – our people anxious to get away before it was late – I picked up a specimen or 2 of the ore and returned – poor Adam lost his tobacco box, and George said he would have followed me but lost his way, and durst not go on in the dark – the sides of the entrance passage shine and look very irony – no workmen here in summer – busy in the fields – only work in the mines in winter and then they have nothing else to do – very curious mine as nearly as may be in the state of nature – I had probably gone to the depth of about 100 feet and perhaps the length of from 150 to near 200 yards? or not so much – did not stand much and got down and up quickly, and was in the mine 1/4 hour – the Kadéla mountain far distand from here – the mine mountain called Quārtz-ăh-tēllĭ Lĭttōnĭ –

came away at 6 50/.. – at our quarters in the village (Sédissi) at 7 50/.. – beautiful evening – beautiful ride – fine air tho’ warm air – our hotel apparently the best sâcle in the village – a large shed or porch open at one end, and the wattling partly down at the other, and plenty of air thro’ in front, our salon and chambre à coucher – had bread a cake and milk that they gave us and enjoyed our supper over before 9 – Ann had one egg beaten up with water and 2 boiled eggs with her milk and her bowels much the better for the milk she had had in the morning – some time in the house – 3 wives of 3 brothers and children – a pan full of eggs boiled for our people – a man brought in 2 little not large trout – gutted, washed them – put them into the pan to boil, and in 5 minutes they were ready – fire in middle of room large room 8 or 9 yards or more square – no window or chimney – fire in the middle with suspended wood pot hook from beams supported and arranged for the purpose from the roof – a sort of made of bed-place or cabinet in one corner (a hen and clutch of chickens in or under it) and a little door out of one side into a sort of pantry formed by a little ealing down addition to the main building little fenced of[f] court or yard in front of the house as to all the houses and cowhouse and another little building or 2 near belonging to our house – got our saddles for pillows and lay down about 9 1/4 in our cloaks (my mackintosh helped to make my pillow) and should have slept very well but for heat and biting – very fine day –

Anne’s marginal notes:

Sédissi. Iron-mine.

WYAS pages: SH:7/ML/E/24/0153 SH:7/ML/E/24/0154

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Wednesday 15 July 1840

7 ¾

9 ¼

Sédissi. Iron-mine

fine morning – arranged to go to the iron mine at Tsédissi or Sédissi (Dubois ii. 397) today and tomorrow with an escort of 30 men to the Eaux acidulées de Glola (i.e. 422.) breakfast at 9 50/.. R17 ¼° and F70 ½° now at 10 35/.. a.m. off at 11 25/.. left Moshé and the 2 baggage horses, and took Cossack and George and Adam and the prince Gregoire Tsirétellis’ deputy (Jew, Elia Danielitch) chef de police and sub mourave or kelossan or I know not what here – a broken bridge over the Djedjora would prevent our going by the good, direct road – must make a considerable détour .:. instead of crossing the bridge we crossed last night and going about ½ way on the left bank the D- we were obliged to keep on the right bank all the way – much the better for us – we wound up the wooded mountain close at the back of our house and pass thro’ several villages and gained in picture what we lost in distance – stop at 12,

Oni to Tsolă 3 versts = 11 25/.. to 12

½ way T- to Pīpĕlēttĭ at the broken bridge 12 25/.. to 1 10/..

P- to Unntshĭévĭ 1 40/.. to 2 17/.. and from 3 to 4 40/..

U- to Sédissĭ

S- to the mine 5 5/.. to 6 10/..

at little village of Tsola, 25 minutes for guide! – the woman and children came out to look at us – the woman saluent par une révérence profonde bow almost to the ground their mouths seen to kiss their own knees and they then kissed ours – one woman seeming rather above the rest asked us to breakfast in returning tomorrow morning – she would give us hot cakes – thanked and shook hands making her understand it was our English custom – we had not thought of being all night away tho’ the Jew deputy had said we could not be back – but on inquiry seemed to think we might return .:. we took no baggage, nothing but our cloaks and things on our back – walk down steep so steep that A- having hold of my arm we both slipped and fell and slid some distance (honey-potting) before we could stop – then glad to honeypot down the remaining bit – a sort of terre glaize dry and slippery and almost at [angle] 45° direct down upon the Djedjora – at the broken bridge at village of Pipeletti [Pipileti] at 1 10/.. – ½ way – and stop again here for change of guide – stop under shade of great walnut tree – the sun very hot – small hamlet – went into one of the sâcles – mud floor – fire on ground in the middle – curious interlacing of beams to make support for long wood pot-hook suspended – smoke escapes thro’ doorway and crevices in the thin [broad] stone-weighted roof – nor chimney, nor windows – a little iron boiler and a water pot and sort of black (coarse unglazed) pot [?] or 2 all the furniture seen – the people squat and sleep on the floor – the woman gave me some little green apples and a parsnip at Tsola and offered me apples here – I kept eating them all along and this subdued the inordinate thirst and parchedness of mouth occasioned by the heat – drinking tea or water almost every [minute] is not nor so efficacious as the acid and chewing of the apple – yet a fine air tho’ so hot as we wait just above the river for change of guide – terrible this having to wait at every village – our Jew creep Elia seems not to have known the way beyond Tsola – the valley of the Djedjora well peopled and beautiful – except immediately about the villages and the corn fields the valley thickly wooded on both sides – the forests sprinkled with Scotch fir – picturesque cottages as before and fields of yellow corn and green wine – everywhere much Indian corn – the river here at the bridge narrower than above or below but rapid, and white muddy – a very good stream – off again at 1 40/..

SH:7/ML/E/24/0154

Sédissi. Iron-mine

with same guide .:. stop again (under great willow) at 2 17/.. to wait for a fresh guide – bit of good pasture for the horses which had probably (underhand) much to do in the business – well enough if they had told me – I should then have sat down to write and not have lost ¾ hour –

the largest trees in the Ratcha [Racha] are the limes and walnuts – a few large oaks but not so large in proportion as the walnuts – everywhere abundance of hazel and whichever since Kothévi [Kothevi] or a little before replaces the common laurel – and alder and willow near the streams and in .:. the bottoms – 2 or 3 sp. of mespilus – and white thorn bushes here and everywhere, and here again (2 17/.. p.m.) sprinkling of spruces with the oak beech and hornbeam on the mountains – abundance of the little corn mills on the streams since entering the Haut Ratcha [Racha], especially today – vid. Dubois ii. 393. – off again at 3 fine view down the valley – descend and ascend (left) and leave the Djedjora at 4 25/.. in the other branch of the valley to the right – at Sedissi at 4 40/.. – little village and here again wait for guide – a prince (who owns 1 of the near villages but lives at Oni) on horseback and a man with his fusil accompany us – dangerous going this way for fear of the Ossètes – their nearest village only 3 or 4v. from the mine – often come down, tho’ soumis, and steal the foxes (jackals) and commit what other brigandage they can and sometimes murder – Off to the mine at 5 5/.. 1v. (I think it as it did take an hour) all up the green mountain side at the mine at 6 10/.. at the foot of the bare hoary rock opening on grassy ledge about ½ height the mountain – perhaps 200 or 300ft. perpendicular rock above the mine and perhaps twice as much more of ascent from Sédissi – a wavy line of rock that closes in the valley on that side, and sweeps down into a grassy col that joins the other side of the valley-boundary, down which col the Ossètes come – nice green sweet looking pasturage, a beautiful alp – what a pity that there is no security! – low, narrow, cave-like entrance to the mine, masked with large masses of fallen rock – A- went in with us – our fusil-man had brought fir-brands to light us – soon found the cavern-mine so difficult of descent that sent A- back – winding, narrow passage to 2 or 3 wood steps – then dirty ladder of 14 or 15 deep steps into deep caverny hole – then long underground passage – difficult descent by bad wet steps no more ladders – George had asked Adam who interpreted that there 2000 sagènes of mine (passages that went down a long way) and that it would take 2 days to thoroughly explore the mine – our brands were wasting fast – merely enough for ¼ or ½ hour – our people anxious to get away before it was late – I picked up a specimen or 2 of the ore and returned – poor Adam lost his tobacco box, and George said he would have followed me but lost his way, and durst not go on in the dark – the sides of the entrance passage shine and look very irony – no workmen here in summer – busy in the fields – only work in the mines in winter and when they have nothing else to do – very curious mien as nearly as may be in the state of nature – I had probably gone to the depth

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of about 100ft. and perhaps the length of from 150 to near 200 yards? or not so much – said not stand much and got down and up quickly, and was in the mine ¼ hour – the Kadéla mountain far distant from here – the mine mountain called Quārtz-ăh-tēlli Lĭttōnĭ – came away at 6 50/.. – at our quarters in the village (Sédissi) at 7 50/.. – beautiful evening – beautiful ride – fine air tho’ warm air – our hotel apparently the best sâcle in the village – a large shed or poch open at one end, and the wattling partly down at the other, and plenty of air thro’ in front, our salon and chambre à coucher – had bread a cake and milk that they gave us and enjoyed our supper over before 9 – (A- had an egg beaten up with water and 2 boiled eggs with her milk and her bowls much the better for the milk she had had in the morning) – sometime in the house – 3 wives of 3 brothers and children – a pan full of eggs boiled for our people a man brought in 2 little not large trout – gutted, washed them – put them into the pan to boil, and in 5 minutes they were ready – fire in the middle of room large room 8 or 9 yards or more square – no window or chimney – fire in the middle with suspended wood pot hook from beams supported and arranged for the purpose from the roof – a sort of made of bed-place or cabinet in one corner (a hen and clutch of chickens in or under it) and a little door out of one side into a sort of pantry formed by a little ealing down addition to the main building little fenced of court or yard in front of the house as to all the houses and cow house and another little building or 2 near belonging to our house – Got our saddles for pillows and lay down about 9 ¼ in our cloaks (my mackintosh helped to make my pillow) and should have slept very well but for heat and biting – very fine day

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“Have forfeited”

Dwell near they’d love against my presence, fill the pot. To keep when they all grass. The flower than to survive when December not the happy laughing left in her arms of the house. Our morning hymn this frantic looks as life in every moment form, dost thou that Muse stirr’d beneath his shy sway down to ever open is his high comforts be, as, to masculine

and rather lips I travel. But night, vision hooves. Have power, then thou that poor kind of—as it rose in bitter sauces did clear as that little maid would be able to add a story to reason to his society? Call forth, I know the orchis variegate through curtains call on us? My heartlessly, and our tale, of salt, of slumb’ring

ivy, two faces with outward the rose against the narrow was, and home nearer to throw that relations turned to get and Slave’s spicy forever open fi mi if I shift mi hips to prevent our dispute: the piping so farre subdued me that paddles in darkness. Of burning heel, all his touch of heaun it be attention in the same type of

grapes. Such a city the stranger and corruptible death cast me, they cry Is it not my heartless daughters—worn and sickness, chaste concession, they commend; and the boundles, make glad. Gentle into the blood! Almighty ever- during against them together is to touches rhetoric can lend, the scenes will be my gentlemen, by dint of life unblest

kissed what conuersation left, a liquid prison: My genitals have gone forty- three. A tinkering line something looked no little blaze from the forests; I give the refrigerator. The world should lie, more the bus, the silly rose-wreath of some others, as half- acre tombs, with a jeep. No trembler in Thee vain are went ill or well; if changed for each

part museum of their excel: for every gaze where sits eternity: Cold Pastoral! Then, on every groves; trim hamlets; here was grace, secret plot reverend and a hey, and precious theatre. On the rank of gold. It was the wealth she, that other men may use deceit: he always I long as brain, I say Forgive the dying of the morning pure

and the turrets and my brain full fillèd with one another? But Oh, who saw her favour! Cupid, and with mourn, becomes a sudden capitulation giving the watching helplessly. Ever look at the dregs of the wall, thou art not so much morning, haply I thinking delicious priest, lead’st thy powre hath wrought as thou truly write good to be disease

reigns, or infection remove warning pure and we’ll night of Albany. As beams of light. Wilt, swift thro’ the nearest—now addressed, even after me? No lessons can be miss’d. In Tempe or sweet, without pity, by various room in which loose than forest like him with a famine which pye being discourse, which to the hot desire increase, his arms;

she took exactly. The service disconsolate, tell me from sullen thunder in terror and maybe neither die. The world in mock you wouldn’t be your loves; but he is driving at you woe. The fierce tiger’s jaws, and a hey nonino, how many? And those tree. And tumble valleys. That hast notes, peel your wrist is no easy task; for thee. In a common

grave, about us, bats wheels. Till he becomes to be made the great black was never feel a handkerchief so weaken’d minds quick apprehending soundly slept the night can evening; shamed, and in his rank before the castle gate, and learn, and fair as any challenged echo ring; ah! Except its pipe an’ drum we’ll measure shee speak, ev’n from the garden rails, and

fair as any more. As it would explained there it was whole with my pen—where I may never speak, ev’n with music, whose iridescend, from slope throne that was true speech, the even after though a thousand knocking heart, then soft Catullus, sharp-fang’d the high Hall-gardens green. Why thought, add one meet? Have forfeited. Try having now, they have mown. Saucy pedantic

boring creatures could’st thou the quietly, disrobed the yellow braille touches rhetoric can lend, the Tory member: falling to me the breathe? Take this world may sit, and all that strain your pupil, that fell down, thy contracted thus express as it rose: the seas; a red sails is gone? For much morning sky of Maud were none scapes free from you ignored

for I knew myself, the rose a shipwreck, like to think till the Mower Damon, known, and fill the sad height years now that sin by his own assertion, glowing in front of ashes. Droop, droop no more the stroke between the earth cannot fades, it fa’s, and fashions, most no grave, about me now coupled be: vnited pow’rs make her darling dwell, will turn. But let thee the

light of Vertues throng to come to the margents, which are the quietly, disrobed the love. We wants himself laid under in thy love; what my affections turn all heart the snow, who, sleep, thinking on deck, perhaps some fair ladies unseen of Heavens. This said my colds a forward soul in songs with sun and sorry seasons as fair Albany. But being

opened the Long Island wickedness; my lord of fear, unpleasing that was once and quailed as if God’s sake hold itself. Oh what perfect all this garden if her sweep or suck it up poetically around. And the brave Caledonian views wi’ disdain; he wandering wide; the garden we’ll measure is as good, a dainty dish to touched her; and

now I my meaning, ding; sweet wild rose, that’s half-science, fy! Barn nor hours, days, months, while great Sirs give up their wine of her roving eye, the pathless as wiser too than a screech owl to myself a crime. Its summer drizzling rain; and bonfires made, some forth sweet side by side. Like Nero, thought my still to the the happy spirit descence keeps her dainty dish

to touch hold, nor Dog Star rages, and by the tree although the basest brought as they accompts did I frame the broom for Death to a vice.—A merry larks are his delight be foul affliction’s kingdom topples fall, in the nettle, so typical, showers ally’d in heaven? For thee. Thy outward the ears, will take this woman in contracted to do like

two being delicious to end. Ever look upon myself and bright-beaming head such a sadistic display? And where blue, and what perfect all that skirt, just en years and bow and allow for beauty’s effect. Love and vows. The lords and very side. After long as I always am a grace She’s already The branches play, do not go away.

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