Ol' Nuwd & Nuwpf
He did well with horses. He struck me as an honest man. Maybe it was his quietness, I took as strength. A submariner, these are, after all an odd sort; are they not? His humor, ah, as dry as gin. "If they nod yes, he would say, you nod yes, and if they shake no and if you want to get along with these simple mountain folk, you shake no, in wonderful unison."
It was a little less than a three acre wooded tract that bordered on our cleared eight acre meadow. My plans included bringing this field to fruition, potatoes, cabbage, corn, such things as we could can and use for fodder. We, brothers and sisters, with our Fathers' help could sustain our selves on the produce of this fertile spot. Our submariner seemed the sort of man we could trust as a brother, after all he nodded and shook in all the right places.
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