From Voyageurs National Park on FB: Called “Catamaran” by locals, Bert Upton is among the strangest of historical characters on area waters. He lived in a hut built over a dug-out at Squirrel Narrows. Found frozen to death in the 1930s by Kettle Falls pioneer Oliver Knox; Upton was perched lifeless in the snow just a half-mile from his home. Shunning civilization, Upton defined the word hermit. First spotted rowing his crude log raft on Namakan, no one knows how he got there. Upton’s accent implied an English heritage but any personal inquiries brought a stony silence. Some suspected him a man fleeing the law; others saw a bizarre outcast; everyone knew he was peculiar. Just five feet tall and wildly unkempt, Catamaran wore hacked-off pants and walked barefoot with a stick. Winter demanded shoes but no socks, a cast-off Mackinaw, and a trailing cap made from the leg of old underwear. He was oddly religious, and suspicious of being poisoned. Surviving on snared rabbits and fish, he ofte...
And the Carcosan sorceress looks at the entrails and mutters, "it's working..."
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ReplyDeleteOr as if Purples had rights like other Men.
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ReplyDeleteYou shall never see that third sun rise, Violet. Look for me in the shadows of the Rocket Temple Quarter.
ReplyDeleteAs has been foretold...
ReplyDeleteScratch a Purple and you reveal a Grey!
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ReplyDeleteYeah, I've met your sort before. Lance polishers, the lot of you!
Ahahahahahaa my skin has no hue or saturation! My blood runs clear as... clear as...
ReplyDelete...clearer than anything else in this blasted plain of sorrows!
Good dirt, no. Water's horrid stuff and not at all clear.
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