4x-xx-xx ep47 The Burial of Roger Malvin

The weird, in this cave, with restless sea, we are meant to call from out of the past stories, strange and weird. Bellkeeper told the bell so that all we know we are gathered again in the weird circle.

Adams of a world until pale. Here this way.

Clean on my shoulder. Now hurry. I think we've escaped the Redskins. They were two to one against us. Very few of us will return to the settlements. Talk to this, have a gill. I, but they are further distant now.

Come on. Now watch out for those branches. There's a clearing in these oaks. Why, look at that great rocket smooth. Service must be 15 feet high like a granite palisade. More like a gigantic gravestone.

Ruben, my boy. I can go no further now. Put me down. You are badly wounded yourself. rest a while and gain strength or there are miles of howling wilderness between us and the settlement we ought to press on sir for we must win through I for one mean to do so if the smoke

of my own chimney were on the other side of that hilly under it would do me no good the Indian bullet was deadlier than I thought oh nonsense an old hunter like you doesn't give up now come along no no there's not two days life in me I shall not burden you much longer with my useless

body. When I die, you can bury me here and mark my name, Roger Melvin, on this granite hedge. Wait, wait. I have an idea. There were other fugitives from the fight. They must have carried the news to the settlements, and by this time parties will be out searching for survivors like us.