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It's OK J.W. Most tourist don't know a self bow from a shingle.
So when they asked where restrooms were, did you hand them a shovel, and tell them, pick a spot, but you would appreciate it, they would make the hole at least a foot and a half deep, and be sure to cover it up, as it is difficult to see with a candle lantern.
So did you let them see you shaving with a straight razor? Is that why there were no close ups? That is still quite a canoe. You need to take fly fishers down the river in it. You could load up quite a few in it. Charge a bargain price of $75.00 each, for an hour, and $30.00 each half hour after that. Snacks and refreshments are included of course. They can even keep the toy, and swap with each other, if they did not like the one that came in their particular Happy,Meal, or for a nominal fee, they can choose one from the ones in the on board supply, you carry just for that occasion. Glad you get to do that sort of thing. Makes you appreciate what our ancestors went through. Just the thought of no toilet paper, or deodorant, would make for some irritable people back then, and those around them, picking at their seat, and sniffing their own arm pits, and wondering if it is their under arms, or the seat of thier pants that they are smelling.
I would imagine that it must have been quite wonderful, riding on a stage coach in august, for about fifty miles a day, or so, and having a distance of 800 to go, before coming to the first flea bag town. Oh, and the meals at the stations, must have been wonderful also. Hey, Bub, this h'ar meat ain't lookin so too pretty good any more, and it is a bit odiordiffferious too! Want me to fetch it to the dogs so;s they can roll in it? Nah, Lem, jes slice it up, and put it in the pot, with them oinons and taters, and put a little extra salt in it, and some more pepper, extry carrots, and when the stage gets here, they can have it. I'm going to go out and get another antelope for us to eat. Oh, yeah, take that big grasshopper, that pack rat out of it afore you serve it to them stage coach people. Oh, and don't forget to give the good food to the drivers, we don't want them turning around, and coming back here in ten minutes like last time, and shooting holes in the stove, and nearly us! Yeah, that must have a real fun time also. But I suppose that they did not have anything to compare it to, so they thought they were pretty fortunate, to be able to afford the luxury of riding in a stage coach, instead of riding on horse back, or a wagon. But I would imagine a wagon would be much more comfortable than a bouncing, and swaying stage coach. Plus you could stop when you needed to enrich the flora of the area with nutrients that you had personally processed. And you would have water to quench your thirst. Anyway, I wonder how many of the modern class of Americans could make it if we were suddenly thrown back into those times. Would not be a pretty sight. I wonder if women were given "nosegays" (little sachet's of popouri
When they got on the stage. I would imagine that they would have several with them before going to the stage station.
They have a mini rendezvous In Thompson falls, on David Thompson days, and they have canoes like that one. Kinda pricey I bet. Thanks for the pictures, and the teller of tall tales, character, with all them bows whut he was accosted with, by them sneaky savages, but thankfully, with his trusty knife, and hawk, he was able to whip em, and take these tokens of battle. Not mentioning the fact that, said character had plied them with plenty of fire water, of questionable quality, and safety, before hand, and had traded a hand full of seed beads for them.
thanks again.
Wayne
