Eloquent Orator's Clan - 27 JUL 62

Fri 27 Jul 62

The H O G   T R O U G H    B U G L E

BEN HOG RIDES HIS FRY PAN TO DEFEAT BY MASSALA EGG

   It is Do or Die in the Great Firey Arena.  All the Romans are watching Ben Hog Magpie as he Enters from the Gladiator’s Hunger Door.   They roar. They jeer. They boo. Ben Hur Magpie reaches the center of the Arena, starved and still asleep. When the battle starts, he is not thinking or reasoning clearly. He knows 99% is not passing now. He does not know it, but his downfall is guaranteed!  Eggs start flying in the pan. Bacon. Cups of Hot Tea. More eggs. More bacon.  Five, six, seven!  Eight eggs.  Eight pieces of thick bacon. Three cups of tea. Ben Hur Magpie raises his fry pan in triumph but the crowd is curiously hushed. He thinks he won. They know he lost.  He finds out an hour later. The first cramps. The first moans.  Massala laughs. He roars. Magpie squirms on the ground.  They carry him to the hospital. All the Roman Mt-Men gather around with their rusty knives to prepare for gas-letting surgery. Defeated Ben Magpie is knocked out for two days. He misses the Victory Feast that night featuring Scout-Squshies & Moonshine. He learns his lesson that any unreasoned or dishonorable act eventually comes back to hurt eh doer.  The big explosions, from both ends, came at 2 A.M. while Ben Burp Magpie ws trapped in his sleeping bag. 

Signed, a bit shamefully,

Chattering Sick Magpie

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White Belt in Sick Sack with strained gut. And nipple baby bottle.

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H I K E   T O   C R E S T

After classes, gallon of cold milk in the spring brought up. Graham crackers.  Then prepare minimum packs.  Iggle Point Man. Shooting Star, Pebbles and Flying Knife Scouts. A rare moment of beauty: Just as the sun was setting to the solid gaze of all Mt Men, just as Iggle and Star were hypnotizing the flaming clouds with their Delayed Duet Bugle Taps, just then Mother Nature gave us a medicine sign that she loved us dearly – A coyote howled down in the Valley of Truth. Back down in high spirits. Lingo’s sneezes echoing in the still air like a hundred avalanches. Down into Base Camp for a huge iron pot ful of Russian Soldier soup and thick slices of buttered bread  baked by White Belt.

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LAST CITYBOYS TO MOUNTAIN MEN

Around the somber mound of coals of our campfire, the rites of transition were performed. Ech new man, in turn received from each old timer a part of his closely guarded Good Medicine.  In this way we hope to charge the spirit of the new Mt Man with extra strengths and abilities to help him pass through the coming hardships of life.  To LIGHTENING CLOUD Loeffler, to SUNDOWN Larimer, to TOUGH TRAPPE Nowell, to BLUE COMET Arnold were given such things as the power to meditate for long hours of aloneness, the courage to stick with distasteful jobs, loving kindness, swiftness and strength of leg, humor, sensitivity to the simple things in life, thirst for knowledge, unfaltering reasoning, axmanship, and many other wich this mind forgets but which all hears remember. 

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LONE WOLF enters camp with WALK-N-PUFF’s woman. L-W blowing and honking his Bullwinkle Mooseheat Horn. (“Yes Dear?  You called?”)