A Man of Business_The Traveling Carnival_Voices from Below_Sojourner and Bafook
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A Man of Business
Selected Excerpts from the Travel Log of Mr. Charles Edward RutherfordDecember 2, 1826Johnson announced he would turn back today. This late in the year, he said, there’s no chance we shall find passage across the Teton Range before the snows come. He pleaded with me to join him; told me the chances of a greenhorn like myself surviving a snowstorm in the wilderness are exceedingly slim. But I promised Fisk that I would not return to the Colorado settlement without documenting a route through the Tetons. Competition in the fur trapping business has grown steeper as of late, and Fisk & Co. is in ...
The Traveling Carnival
I’m falling. My body jerks forward. I wake to my brother, Jasper’s face in mine, still grasping handfuls of parachute silk with white-knuckled hands.“You can’t keep doing that,” I say, trying to steady myself. Jasper lets go of the side of my hammock, the quick release of tension causing me to sway back and forth. He smiles.“We’re here,” he says.“Where’s here?” I ask.“Who knows,” he says. “Another little town. It doesn’t matter; we have work to do.”I’ve stopped keeping track of all the places we’ve been. It’s not worth trying to make friends or learn the name of a town when you’ll only be ther...
Voices from Below
A gaping sinkhole appeared out of nowhere after a heavy rain in the middle of my backyard. A mysterious and cavernous void drawing you into the depths of the earth. It was the type of rain that cleanses the earth and makes you feel insignificant to the mysterious wonders of time and pull of natural forces.As suddenly as the crack in twww.onedoor.cche earth appeared, the rain stopped. There was no precipitation anywhere, as though the plug was pulled from our most precious resource.Experts attributed the phenomenon to climate change and a slight rotational change of the earth’s pull towards the sun. The offs...
Sojourner and Bafook
David Tuck Sixlegs looked over the gathered mass of his fellow silverfish with carefully hidden trepidation. His stomachs bumped against one another with their nervous fluttering. There had never been so many together in the open before, so exposed. His gaze kept flashing to the nearest places of safety – the cracks and gaps, along corners, beneath objects. Everyone else seemed to have left their furtive fear behind, protected by prophecy, by David’s presence. He was not so certain. Still, his people’s jubilance was infectious, and he allowed himself to revel in it as much as his anxiety would...