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Post by beaudro on May 8, 2008 2:06:43 GMT -5
Here's something we never picture a trapper experiencing, but during rendezvous some men received letters from back home, this is from chapter 5, John Townsend , 1834. During our stay at the rendezvous, many of us looked anxiously for letters from our families, which we expected by the later caravans, but we were all disappointed. For myself, I have received but one since I left my home, but this has been my solace through many a long and dreary journey. Many a time, while pacing my solitary round as night-guard in the wilderness, have I sat myself down, and stirring up the dying embers of the camp fire, taken the precious little memento from my bosom, undrawn the string of the leathern sack which contained it, and poured over the dear characters, till my eyes would swim with sweet, but sad recollections, then kissing the inanimate paper, return it to its sanctuary, tighten up my pistol belt, shoulder my gun, and with a quivering voice, swelling the "all's well" upon the night breeze, resume my slow and noiseless tramp around my sleeping companions.
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Post by caretaker on May 8, 2008 18:01:26 GMT -5
There be some readin those letters today or tonite. I`ve read a few myself. Take a minit to say a prayer of thanks to the brave men and women who are defendin this country while readin those letters frum home.
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Post by Cody ( The Patriot ) on May 8, 2008 22:23:21 GMT -5
That letter reminds me of when I was in the Army away from home so long I really looked foward to those letters. Cody
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