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scottobearI ran across a reference to a possible "good side" (everything being relative) of the Dark Stalker archetype today. This is from a book called It's an Old Pennsylvania Custom, copyright 1947.
"In the early days of Cumberland County there was a crack shot with a Kentucky rifle named Captain Jack, who was also variously known as the Black Hunter, the Black Rifle, the Wild Hunter of the Juniata, and the Black Hunter of the Forest...He was happy and carefree, until one evening he returned home to find his wife and children murdered by the Indians. From that moment, he forsook the ways of civilized man, lived in caves, and devoted himself to protecting families along the frontier. A family near Juniata was awakened one dark night by the report of a rifle. Jumping up they saw by the glimmering light of their chimney an Indian fall fatally hurt. The open door of their house disclosed the Wild Hunter.
"'I saved your lives', he cried, and then turned and was lost in the darkness." (pages 102-103)
"In the early days of Cumberland County there was a crack shot with a Kentucky rifle named Captain Jack, who was also variously known as the Black Hunter, the Black Rifle, the Wild Hunter of the Juniata, and the Black Hunter of the Forest...He was happy and carefree, until one evening he returned home to find his wife and children murdered by the Indians. From that moment, he forsook the ways of civilized man, lived in caves, and devoted himself to protecting families along the frontier. A family near Juniata was awakened one dark night by the report of a rifle. Jumping up they saw by the glimmering light of their chimney an Indian fall fatally hurt. The open door of their house disclosed the Wild Hunter.
"'I saved your lives', he cried, and then turned and was lost in the darkness." (pages 102-103)
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i worte this for you
Date: 2000-12-16 10:34 am (UTC)bob was sad.
why was bob sad you ask?
cause her mommy made her eat meatloaf for breakfast.
the end
Re: i worte this for you
Date: 2000-12-16 10:37 am (UTC)what a sad girl...
at least her name is a palendrome.
part 2
Date: 2000-12-16 10:47 am (UTC)as she was walking she tripped over a skunk.
the skunk bit her leg off.
and stole her gallon of milk.
the end.
Re: part 2
Date: 2000-12-16 10:52 am (UTC)poor bob. she should've gotten slim jims.
Re: part 2
Date: 2000-12-16 10:56 am (UTC)Re: part 2
Date: 2000-12-16 11:03 am (UTC)Re: part 2
Date: 2000-12-16 11:07 am (UTC)*hahaha*
Re: part 2
Date: 2000-12-16 11:13 am (UTC)milk bad bad!!
the skunk saved her!
Re: part 2
Date: 2000-12-16 11:19 am (UTC)Re: part 2
Date: 2000-12-16 11:22 am (UTC)hahahahaha!!!!
Re: hahahahaha!!!!
Date: 2000-12-16 11:26 am (UTC)Random
For the past few days, you've always showed up when I've looked for a random diary, so I figured I'd finally leave you a hi!
-Stephanie
Re: Random
Date: 2000-12-20 03:15 pm (UTC)I hope you stay a while, and make yourself comfy... eggnog is over there, or if you don't like boozy pancake batter... there's some cookies & soda-pop too.