A Cowboy in Tibet, Mike Burns [reading like a writer .TXT] 📗
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of the dead, both on the island, and the ones still on the lakeshore on the other side of the water, they just all melted away in fear. Only Grandpa Elphick was left.
“Prester John, bein’ a priest, took his confession right then and there, then let him stay overnight in the city of gold glass, an’ fed him dinner off plates o’ pure gold, an’ wine that put Palden Lhamo’s river-wine to shame. An’ he gave him a couple of horses to pull his farrier‘s rig wagon, an’ several pounds’a gold, and food for a month, and a letter of safe-conduct that would get him to the coast in India.
“So, Grandpa Elphick rode south, and made the east coast of India, showin’ his letter where he had to, and buyin’ his passage with his gold. An’ when he got to Hong Kong, and bought his passage on a ship goin’ to Frisco, he went to look for the letter from Prester John, ‘cause he wanted to show it to the ship’s chaplain, a Anglican chaplain.”
“And what did the chaplain say about it?” Grady Elphick piped up.
“Nothin,’ “ said Chad Elphick. “The letter was gone, without a trace. An’ so was the rest of Grandpa Elphick’s gold. Like it had never been there. Same thing happened to the horses, once them an’ the rig was unloaded offa the ship in San Francisco.
“Now, off to bed with you boys. Story’s over.” Chad Elphick put his arms out for a hug, and the perplexed-looking boys gave him one, and filed back to the house and the waiting beds.
As they ambled back to the house with their father, Ella filled a glass with lemonade from a pitcher on a small side-table, and reached it across to Chad Elphick. “You must be parched after tellin’ a story like that, Chad. Here.”
Chad took it gratefully, and sipped. “Thanks, Ella…say, this is a nice-looking glass. Never saw one with this kinda gold glaze before…”
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“Prester John, bein’ a priest, took his confession right then and there, then let him stay overnight in the city of gold glass, an’ fed him dinner off plates o’ pure gold, an’ wine that put Palden Lhamo’s river-wine to shame. An’ he gave him a couple of horses to pull his farrier‘s rig wagon, an’ several pounds’a gold, and food for a month, and a letter of safe-conduct that would get him to the coast in India.
“So, Grandpa Elphick rode south, and made the east coast of India, showin’ his letter where he had to, and buyin’ his passage with his gold. An’ when he got to Hong Kong, and bought his passage on a ship goin’ to Frisco, he went to look for the letter from Prester John, ‘cause he wanted to show it to the ship’s chaplain, a Anglican chaplain.”
“And what did the chaplain say about it?” Grady Elphick piped up.
“Nothin,’ “ said Chad Elphick. “The letter was gone, without a trace. An’ so was the rest of Grandpa Elphick’s gold. Like it had never been there. Same thing happened to the horses, once them an’ the rig was unloaded offa the ship in San Francisco.
“Now, off to bed with you boys. Story’s over.” Chad Elphick put his arms out for a hug, and the perplexed-looking boys gave him one, and filed back to the house and the waiting beds.
As they ambled back to the house with their father, Ella filled a glass with lemonade from a pitcher on a small side-table, and reached it across to Chad Elphick. “You must be parched after tellin’ a story like that, Chad. Here.”
Chad took it gratefully, and sipped. “Thanks, Ella…say, this is a nice-looking glass. Never saw one with this kinda gold glaze before…”
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