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Caleb had returned from his first ever vacation still reeling from the wonders he had experienced, to find a letter waiting for him from home. From Miss Ellie specifically. It told him the latest news from her and Miss Marcie's neck of the woods, which boiled down to “not much to tell, which as I'm sure you'd agree is good news”.
However there had been sightings of Pinkertons in the area. Whether they were there for the unions, or to pursue the missing person case that had caused Caleb to go into hiding was unclear, but Ellie feared it wasn't a coincidence that they'd showed up not long after he left the confines of the Cradle.
“I've written to D.L. just to be certain but I'm sure if she'd had any suspicious visitors she would have called.”
At least it didn't seem to be Hollow Men? He didn't want to flatter himself but B&L had been on the list.
She wrapped up with entreaties to write back as soon as he could, but only “if you feel it is safe”.
Dear Miss Ellie,
I hope this letter finds you well. Actually I hope it finds you at all.
He was going to blame the shock of his time traveling for his assumption that had been one way, or at least that it hadn't occurred to him until now that that might not be the case.
He didn't go into heavy detail about all the strangeness unique to Fandom, or advances in technology. He didn't tell her at all about future historical events, or his and Sairis' so far merely hypothetical plans to build a still.
He did tell her that the island was its own world, seemingly connected to any number of other places and times. He even told her about the singing. And he told her a bit about the friends he'd been making.
Then he went into some detail about the trip to Greece. He'd wanted physical photographs, hence his buying an actual film camera, and now he was glad he not only had them, but he'd gotten more than one copy of of each. The postage was going to be another expense he would shake his head at himself for later, he knew.
Do you remember that song that goes “how you gonna keep 'em down on the farm, now that they seen Paree”? Or something like that? I've been thinking about that a lot lately. I don't know if I agree with it, I think plenty of small town or farm folks would prefer the simple life to the hustle and bustle of a city, even one as romantic as Paris. Not that I've seen Paris, my schooling was good enough to know that France is a goodly ways from Greece. But you know what I mean I'm sure.
But there is something to it. I never dreamed I'd ever visit another country, let alone cross the ocean. And now that I have been where no one I know has ever been. Well, travel changes you I guess. Didn't Mark Twain say something to that effect?
Please pass my greetings on to Miss Marcie.
I miss you,
Caleb
P.S. if those Pinkertons ARE there to hassle the union boys I hope they (the Pinkertons) get run out of town with a black eye each.
However there had been sightings of Pinkertons in the area. Whether they were there for the unions, or to pursue the missing person case that had caused Caleb to go into hiding was unclear, but Ellie feared it wasn't a coincidence that they'd showed up not long after he left the confines of the Cradle.
“I've written to D.L. just to be certain but I'm sure if she'd had any suspicious visitors she would have called.”
At least it didn't seem to be Hollow Men? He didn't want to flatter himself but B&L had been on the list.
She wrapped up with entreaties to write back as soon as he could, but only “if you feel it is safe”.
Dear Miss Ellie,
I hope this letter finds you well. Actually I hope it finds you at all.
He was going to blame the shock of his time traveling for his assumption that had been one way, or at least that it hadn't occurred to him until now that that might not be the case.
He didn't go into heavy detail about all the strangeness unique to Fandom, or advances in technology. He didn't tell her at all about future historical events, or his and Sairis' so far merely hypothetical plans to build a still.
He did tell her that the island was its own world, seemingly connected to any number of other places and times. He even told her about the singing. And he told her a bit about the friends he'd been making.
Then he went into some detail about the trip to Greece. He'd wanted physical photographs, hence his buying an actual film camera, and now he was glad he not only had them, but he'd gotten more than one copy of of each. The postage was going to be another expense he would shake his head at himself for later, he knew.
Do you remember that song that goes “how you gonna keep 'em down on the farm, now that they seen Paree”? Or something like that? I've been thinking about that a lot lately. I don't know if I agree with it, I think plenty of small town or farm folks would prefer the simple life to the hustle and bustle of a city, even one as romantic as Paris. Not that I've seen Paris, my schooling was good enough to know that France is a goodly ways from Greece. But you know what I mean I'm sure.
But there is something to it. I never dreamed I'd ever visit another country, let alone cross the ocean. And now that I have been where no one I know has ever been. Well, travel changes you I guess. Didn't Mark Twain say something to that effect?
Please pass my greetings on to Miss Marcie.
I miss you,
Caleb
P.S. if those Pinkertons ARE there to hassle the union boys I hope they (the Pinkertons) get run out of town with a black eye each.
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