CARTER’S
LITTLE BLANK STARTER INTER OFFICE MEMO
Laughing
Coyote Sub-Station of Young Rubicam
--Worked
on booby-trap to dump full buckets of water on any pre-dawn visitor who woofs
and grunts and snorts and answers to the name of Grumpy Bear and who has a
taste for our sugary goodies.
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While lounging around and luxuriating in our third cup of after breakfast
battery acid, Falcon casually mused, “Why are so many people so close minded?”
This triggered a good hot discussion for about an hour, ranging all thru the
dark hidden corners of “What are Attitudes” and “The Care & Feeding of the
Spirit Growing Constantly Even Thru Old Age.”
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First
good soaking rain at high noon. Everyone retreat to Medicine Lodge, eat ggraham
crackers, drink canteen water, (Tall Timber had his own mouth faucet from a
roof leak) sing hilarious songs, stretched out under blanket. Made buffalo
chips for lunch.
First
Fire-Making discipline drill: every man checked out as expert.
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He
who knows not and k nows not he knows not is a child – Teach him.
He
who knows not and KNOWS he knows not – he is a fool – Shun him.
He
who knows and knows not he knows, he is asleep – Wake him.
Ahh,
but he who knows and KNOWS he knows ---He is a wise man. Follow him!
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Toward sundown Ma Nature & Pa Sun pulled
a trick on us. Threw up a big hullabaloo fo cloudy turmoil. To test us. We were determined to hike to the
crest with minimum packs anyway, and did so. The good medicine of our
intentions paid off. So she relented: “Yup! Them Mounting Men shore aint puny!
They got a hankerin to peer at Paw no matter what all. Reckon I’ll jest hafta
sweep away a hole fer em.” Which she did. Swerved the storm off course, south
of LCM and straightway to dump on Denvertown. While we meditated “The 4 Golden
Eagle Sunset” at the crest. Read a little Walt Whitman during the 4½ minutes
from the lower edge “Ssssss-ing” against the snowpack until the upper edge
“Popped” under:
Camerado, I give you my hand
I give you my love more precious
than money
I give you myself before
preaching or law;
Will you give me yourself?
Will you come travel the open
trail with me?
Shall we stick by each other as
long as we live?
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Come down off the crest with good heavy
fatigue to good slow perking chili on the fire.
Final Medicine names worked out: Friskey Squirrel Tibbits... Shivering
Tall Timber Hammett... Stalking Hunter Zachary.
In between songs discussed the technique or
finding out about the past by digging thru the accumulated soil layers of the
years; archaeological dig under the Medicine Lodge identified the original
miner family, their artifacts and their child.
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Altitude exhaustion beginning to hit
Shivering Timber who is now 9000 feet higher than his bedroom in Chicago. But
he’s holding up with fortitude, determination and nobility. Also healthy snores
rumbling down the trail, across the valley, and over the peaks.
“”””””””””””””””””””
“Wood
pile pretty low. Get to work men!”
Aristotle
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