We had a perfect 8 inch snowfall on Valentine's Day. As I didn't get my Christmas wreath put away, I was a little startled by my icy valentine the next morning.
We are reading (and listening to) a most amazing book. "History of the Indian Wars by Samuel Penhallow" tells of the bloody conflict between the English Colonists and the French, Jesuits, and Canadian Indians. The time period is 1702 to 1723. It is written in Old English Script, many of the s's look like f's. Nouns of all sorts are capitalized within sentences; and proper names are italicized and in subscript. I am reading words that have been out of favor for a hundred years or more. I am experiencing a great deal of brain push-ups. All the while folks are getting 'knockt' on the head by the dozens; some are suffering fates worse than death...and then there is that too.
"A fecond was a Child of Mrs. Hannah Parfons, of Wells, whom the Indians for want of Food had determined to Roaft alive, but while the fire was kindling, and the Sacrifice preparing, a Company of French Mohauks came down the River in a Canoo, with three Dogs, which fomewhat revived thefe hungry Monfters, expecting to make a Feaft upone one of them. So foon as they got afhore, the Child was offer'd in Exchange: but defpifing the offer, they tendered a Gun, which they readily accepted, and by that means the Child was preferved."
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