Still there are you? I haven't been here for a while. Look, a lot has happened. Someone took another dude for a ride over some stuff she wrote, which was true and stuff what he wrote, which was not true. The upshot is that the dude gets a load of dosh from the other dude and makes it look like he is a saint or summit by giving it to some weird church.
So anyways. We eventually moved camp. It took a while as the injuns attacked us leaving Santa Clara. We only just got outta there alive. Never mind. We had some great bean chowda at our first camp in Bancyfelin. Met up with some other pilgrims too and they blessed us on our travels. By the time we gets to the Carmarthen outpost we finds out that a possy from the old town we was run outta was hot footin it behind us so we had no time to share in the cash from the robbery at the fort on the hill. Seems like the biggest outlaw in town has robbed loads of folks of their wages and stuffed the mullah into his own saddle bags and is settin up a new fandangled faith. Mercy me, the Lord be praised and let im be struck down by lightnin or else the Lone Ranger gets him with a 45.
So we made it cross the Rio Tywi a fast flowin river with lush pasture and some strange looking cattle on both sides. Looks like there may be a lot of prospectors in that there place cuz there were sheds all over the place. Some folks even came from Kentucky. Once across the other side we was safe from the possy. The bridge that the settlers built came down just in time and we could see the railroad there in front of us. There were folk from everywhere just dying to get on that there train to the promised land. It was mighty hard with the young uns and my perdy wife in tow but we managed to find us a place in the cattle truck.
When we arrived East in a boom town called Llanelli we couldn't believe our eyes. Fine looking folk walking down the sidewalks all tipping their hats and saying gooday to us even tho we was still a bit fragrant of them there cattle. We hauled our wagon through the town looking for some place to stake our claim and we saw the signs East Gate. This is where the money runs like Tovali pop. Yessiree Bob we gonna get us a slice of this here cake and eat it. Couldn't help noticin the Wanted posters around the place and it looks like that outlaw from Carmarthen aint welcome in this town either.
Now all we wanna do is get us some perdy little prairie cottage to live in. I am heading for the river to find GOLD. In these parts they call it COCKLES. Funny name if ya ask me. So there we go folks. Hope to catch up with ya soon. Bye ya all.
So anyways. We eventually moved camp. It took a while as the injuns attacked us leaving Santa Clara. We only just got outta there alive. Never mind. We had some great bean chowda at our first camp in Bancyfelin. Met up with some other pilgrims too and they blessed us on our travels. By the time we gets to the Carmarthen outpost we finds out that a possy from the old town we was run outta was hot footin it behind us so we had no time to share in the cash from the robbery at the fort on the hill. Seems like the biggest outlaw in town has robbed loads of folks of their wages and stuffed the mullah into his own saddle bags and is settin up a new fandangled faith. Mercy me, the Lord be praised and let im be struck down by lightnin or else the Lone Ranger gets him with a 45.
So we made it cross the Rio Tywi a fast flowin river with lush pasture and some strange looking cattle on both sides. Looks like there may be a lot of prospectors in that there place cuz there were sheds all over the place. Some folks even came from Kentucky. Once across the other side we was safe from the possy. The bridge that the settlers built came down just in time and we could see the railroad there in front of us. There were folk from everywhere just dying to get on that there train to the promised land. It was mighty hard with the young uns and my perdy wife in tow but we managed to find us a place in the cattle truck.
When we arrived East in a boom town called Llanelli we couldn't believe our eyes. Fine looking folk walking down the sidewalks all tipping their hats and saying gooday to us even tho we was still a bit fragrant of them there cattle. We hauled our wagon through the town looking for some place to stake our claim and we saw the signs East Gate. This is where the money runs like Tovali pop. Yessiree Bob we gonna get us a slice of this here cake and eat it. Couldn't help noticin the Wanted posters around the place and it looks like that outlaw from Carmarthen aint welcome in this town either.
Now all we wanna do is get us some perdy little prairie cottage to live in. I am heading for the river to find GOLD. In these parts they call it COCKLES. Funny name if ya ask me. So there we go folks. Hope to catch up with ya soon. Bye ya all.
