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This may include scaling back production, or more fundraising. But it seems to me that it was Buxton who converted the bible, not the bible who converted Buxton. The Ghost that Followed Me Home I have a fascination with genealogy, which is what started all the trouble. We hope the DayDrifter gets in so many stores over the next year that this becomes impossible to satisfy--but that's a good problem to have down the road! Why, just last year, the wind knocked one of our mountains over into a valley. Now Jack was not a tall lad, so he decided to take a ladder with him.

Drought Buster Back in the early days, the Plains folk were often in need of a good drought buster during the hot summer months. The sun would shine and shine, and the clouds would scuttle right quick over the Plains without dropping rain. One year, it got so bad that Febold Feboldson, that legendary Swede who could bust the driest drought in a day, got annoyed. Dungarvon Whooper It was a cold winter and the snow was deep in the woods surrounding the logging camp near the Dungarvon River. But there was plenty of game to be found if you were a good hunter, so the men didn't go hungry.

The camp cook was a jolly fellow, and quite rich for a logger. He kept his life savings in a money belt that he wore at all times Dunkelberger Gravel Bar The gravel bar on our left is called, Dunkelberger gravel bar. The reason I mention it to you, is because it is one of the finest places on the whole Rogue River to fish from the bank. Eavesdropper There is an old tale which claims that at midnight, on Christmas Eve, the cattle will kneel in the barn and speak with one another.

Once an old Maryland man decided to test the tale by hiding in the barn at midnight to listen. So he climbed a rope to the window in the hayloft. He lay down on the rough gray boards, covered himself with hay and waited These frontier settlers worked hard, and were justly proud of their new home in America.

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They were not above boasting about their new country, especially to settlers who came from the old The stationmaster kept running him off, but night after night he would return. He kept accosting people, shouting: First Things First Well, the spring floods here in Vermont are mighty fierce, doncha know. One young farmer named Tom got trapped one year when the river started rising near his place. He watched the water creep up to his front porch, and then through the front door, and then on up the steps until he and his wife were trapped in their upstairs bedroom.

Fog You can talk 'til you're blue in the face about the thickest of fogs in ye merry olde England, but I'm tellin' you now, sure as I'm standing here, that England's fogs don't hold nothing over them thick fogs which roll in over the Bay of Fundy here in Maine. Fur-Bearing Trout Now it happened that there was a mining camp in Colorado where more than an average number of the miners were bald. An enterprising hair tonic salesman from Kentucky decided to take advantage of this golden opportunity, so he made the trip north.

It was a rainy summer evening. The salesman was headed towards the mining camp with four bottles of hair tonic under his arm.

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As he was crossing one of the trout streams which lead to the Arkansas River, the salesman slipped and dropped two bottles of hair tonic into the water. The bottles broke, and the hair tonic spilled into the stream Ghost Handprints My wife Jill and I were driving home from a friend's party late one evening in early May.

It was a beautiful night with a full moon. We were laughing and discussing the party when the engine started to cough and the emergency light went on. We had just reached the railroad crossing where Villamain Road becomes Shane Road He loved the city and was beginning to feel at home on its streets. World War II was raging in Europe, and like all other good citizens, he followed the headlines daily and did his part for the boys overseas I did a hard day's work and earned me a fair wage.

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I was young then, and my pretty little bride was just setting up housekeeping in the little cottage that was all we could afford. Life was good, and I thought everything would continue rolling along that way Girl in White He was sulking a little, standing at the sidelines while all the other men danced with their pretty partners.

His girl had not come to the dance that night. Her mother was ill, and so his girl had remained at her side. A fine pious act, he thought sourly, but it left him at loose ends. Gollywhopper's Eggs Well now, when old Johnson came to town, I knew there'd be trouble. That Yankee Peddler was a scoundrel if ever I saw one. But I was laid up with my rheumatism when he arrived, so I couldn't do anything about it. Green Lantern There once was a lighthouse keeper who had lived on St. Martin's Island with his children, whom he loved dearly.

They were all alone there, for the mother had died long before. Wanting the best for his daughter and son, the keeper had insisted that they continue their education, and for this purpose had purchased a small dory for them, which they rowed across to the mainland each day to attend school. Healthy Climate California must be the healthiest state in the union, yes sir! I know of one chap who's grandfather lived to be years old. The old man got awful tired of living after awhile, but couldn't seem to sicken and die. Hoop Snakes Now the Pennsylvania hoop snake is something to be reckoned with.

It is long, and its colors vary with the type of whisky you've been drinking. But everyone agrees that you can tell a hoop snake from a regular snake by the way it moves. When a hoop snake travels around, it grabs its tail with the poison stinger at the end in its mouth and rolls along until it sees something it wants to sting.

Then it whips the stinger out of its mouth quick enough and lashes out with its tail Hoosiers There's an ongoing debate here in the great state of Indiana over the origins of the word "Hoosiers". My Granddad, he falls into the first camp, and me, I fall into the second I'm All Right We knew right from the start that Johnny was going to be a soldier. Even as a child, all his concentration was on the military. So we weren't surprised when he joined the Marines right out of high school Idaho Potatoes We here in Idaho are right proud of our potatoes.

Our fields are so chock full of potatoes that you can hear them grumbling when you stick your ear on the ground.

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They were quite a pair of tricksters, yes sir! It got so bad that no one would believe anything they said, 'cause if'n they did, the Welshman would make them look like a fool. But they were popular. The miners dearly loved a laugh after a hard day working in the mine Jack and the Corn Stalk Once, a Kansas farmer sent his son Jack to check on the growth of the corn in the field.

Now Jack was not a tall lad, so he decided to take a ladder with him. When he found a nice big stalk of corn, he leaned the ladder against it and climbed up until he could reach the first joint. From there, he proceeded to the top of the cornstalk, and looked out over the field. There was enough corn there for a rich harvest Jean Sot Goes Fishing Jean Sot was sitting gloomily on the dock of the marina casting a fishing line into the Bayou when his friend Boudreaux Boo-dro walked by. I was on the late shift to start with, since I was a bit of a night owl. After six weeks of stomping the tracks and mending the rails, I was feeling right at home in my new job Madrone Monkeys Something people often ask about, and you might be curious also, are the trees you see along the river with the kind of yellowish orange trunk, skin-like bark.

They look like someone has been peeling the bark off of them. The brittle outer bark of the Madrone tree is deftly peeled away, on a regular basis, by the Madrone monkeys that live along the river. Michigan Winds Michigan winds are fiercest in the spring. Why, just last year, the wind knocked one of our mountains over into a valley. Folks woke up the next day to find themselves living on a plain. Mississippi Mosquitoes A visitor to Mississippi decided to take a walk along the river in the cool of the evening. His host warned him that the mosquitoes in the area had been acting up lately, tormenting the alligators until they moved down the river.

But the visitor just laughed and told his host he wasn't to be put off from his evening constitutional by a few mosquitoes She took delight in the misery of others, and made things miserable for the folks living near her. If a neighbor slighted her, she would sour their milk.

If anyone called her a witch, she made their dogs turn vicious. People were very cautious around Moll De Grow Everyone in town knew the old log cabin back in the woods was haunted, but Sam Gibb just laughed whenever folks talked about it. Finally, the blacksmith dared Sam Gibb to spend the night in the haunted log cabin Oklahoma Weather To say that the weather in Oklahoma is subject to extremes is an understatement. Instead of rain storms, we get dust storms. On the same day, one man can die of sunstroke at noon while his neighbor freezes to death that night.

Take my neighbor, Old Man Moses, who lives down a piece from me. One morning, Old Man Moses went out his kitchen door and found twelve turkeys on his fence He was the captain of a mighty ship known as the Courser, which was so wide that she couldn't sail into Boston Harbor and so tall that the mast was hinged into the middle so it could be taken down to avoid the sun and the moon whenever they passed by. Old Stormalong and the Octopus One day Old Stormalong, the ultimate sailor, was sailing the Courser through the deepest part of the Atlantic Ocean when a particularly large wave knocked the anchor loose.

The anchor plunged right down to the bottom before the sailors could reel her in, and it got caught on something. One Short There is a tale once told of a Mississippi riverboat captain who called all of the passengers to the top deck in the middle of the night. When the announcement was made, everyone hurried topside, wondering fearfully what had occasioned the disruption in their sleep.

Palatine The Palatine gleamed in the sunlight as she set out with a full crew, a long list of passengers, and a hull full of merchandise for the American Colonies the winter of Certainly, there was no indication that morning of the destiny fate had in store for her Paul Bunyan Tames the Whistling River The Whistling River - so named because twice a day, it reared up to a height of two hundred feet and let loose a whistle that could be heard for over six hundred miles - was the most ornery river in the U.

It took a fiendish delight in plaguing the life out of the loggers who worked it. It was so cold in that there logging camp, that Paul Bunyan and the Log Jam One spring day, the loggers on the Wisconsin River discovered a huge log jam, the biggest they'd ever seen. The logs were piled about two hundred feet high and the jam went upriver for a mile or more.

Those loggers chopped and hauled at the jam, but it wouldn't budge an inch. So they called for Paul Bunyan to give them a hand. Ask any old timer who was logging that winter, and they'll tell you I ain't lying when I say his kitchen covered about ten miles of territory. No bronco could throw him, no sir! Fact is, I only heard of Bill getting' throwed once in his whole career as a cowboy.

Yep, it was that time he was up Kansas way and decided to ride him a tornado. He had dozens of wives during his time. But his one true love was Slue-foot Sue. She was his first wife - and she could ride almost as good as Bill himself Pecos Bill finds a Hard Outfit Well now, Texas jest became too tame for Pecos Bill once he killed off all the bad men, so he struck out for New Mexico, looking for a hard outfit. He asked an old trapper he met on the way where he could find a hard outfit, and the trapper directed Bill to a place where the fellers bit nails in half for fun. It sounded like a promisin' place to Bill, so he set off.

But his durned fool hoss got its neck broke on the way, and Bill found himself afoot Phantom Drummer Now when Colonel Howell of the British Army chanced to meet the daughter of the wealthy farmer Jarrett, who owned land near Valley Forge, he fell head-over-heels in love. Howell had a bit of a reputation as a womanizer, but it faded away after he met Ruth. The girl had a brother serving under Washington and none of her family liked the red coats, but so overwhelming was Howell's love for her that it conquered the reluctant maiden's heart Phantom Lovers of Dismal Swamp He couldn't believe it when she fell ill just a few short weeks before their marriage.

His betrothed was beautiful, strong, and healthy, but she just faded away before his eyes. He held her in his arms as she gasped out her last breathe, and was inconsolable long after her body lay buried beside the Dismal Swamp Phantom Train Wreck The passengers were grumpy and heavy-eyed as they boarded the train in Salisbury during the early morning of August 27, The train was headed to Asheville, and the riders settled into their seats and tried to catch a few more minutes of sleep Piece By Piece There once was a crazy ghost over Poughkeepsie way that got folks so plumb scared that nobody would stay more than one night in its house.

It was a nice old place, or was, until the ghost began making its presence known. It got so no one would enter the house, not even kids on a dare, and you know what they are like! Presumed Drowned In , the Newfoundland sailed up to the Ice with a crew of men. On March 30th, seventy-seven men went out on the Ice to kill seals.

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A mighty storm came up while the men were out, that lasted two days, and the men could not make it back to the ship Cadillac, founder of Detroit, encountered the Nain Rouge while sitting on the bank of the Detroit River. Round River Drive Well now Paul Bunyan scouted around the north woods of Wisconsin for quite a while afore he found the perfect spot for his winter lumber camp.

She was tougher than a grumpy she-bear and faster than a wildcat with his tail on fire and sweeter than honey, so that even hornets would let her use their nest for a Sunday-go-to-Meeting hat. Sasquatch I got up at the crack of dawn and drove to Larry's place to pick him up. We were going hiking along our favorite trail in the back of beyond. It was a sunny day, but not too hot; a perfect day for hiking.

Larry and I walked along the rugged path leading into the woods, chatting off and on as the mood struck us Sasquatch and the Bear Take a look over at this gravel bar on our left. You see where the gravel bar meets the tree line up there and how it forms those shadows? Well, standing back there in those shadows was a big old Sasquatch. But, we had some people on board who had never seen one, so we idled down to watch. Shadow Train A miner was on his way to Dos Cabezas, where here heard there was good prospecting, when he found himself lost and alone in the flats just north of the Dragoon Mountains.

In the blistering sun of midday, his burro dropped dead from heatstroke and the prospector knew that he would shortly follow if he did not find shelter and something to drink. Sheep Herder's Lawsuit A sheep herder from Montana fell afoul of the law and hired a lawyer to get him off if he could. The lawyer realized that it was an open and shut case, and advised the sheep herder to pretend that he had a bit of Sheep Herder's Complaint. Sinks Nevada rivers empty into a series of small lakes which have no visible outlets.

These lakes are called sinks because the water just sinks away Slide-Rock Bolters Way up in the mountains of Colorado lurks the slide-rock bolter. This creature has a huge head, slits where its eyes should be and a wide mouth with long, sharp teeth Spuyten Duyvil Once in old New Amsterdam, there was a brave trumpeter named Anthony Van Corlaer who would blow his trumpet when Peter Stuyvesant wanted to call the people together Teething Toy Well now, you've probably heard it rumored that here in Deadwood we have such a tough neighborhood that our babies teeth on guns.

And the fact of the matter is, this is the very truth. I happen to know the lady who was responsible for the start of this rumor Telltale Seaweed Two sisters were motoring through Cape Cod late one stormy night in the early 's when their car broke down in an unpopulated area. Seeing an old, neglected house nearby, they went to the door and tugged on the bell-pull. When no one answered, they looked through a nearby window whose shutter was banging in the bitter wind. The window was broken. Through the window, they could see a library.

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The dust lay heavy over everything The Birth of Pecos Bill Well now Pecos Bill was born in the usual way to a real nice cowpoke and his wife who were journeying west with their eighteen children. Bill's Ma knew right from the start that he was something else.

He started talkin' before he was a month old, did his teething on his Pa's bowie knife and rode his first horse jest as soon as he learned to sit up on his own. When he started to crawl, Pecos Bill would slither out of the wagon while his Mama was cookin' supper and wrestle with the bear cubs and other wild animals that roamed the prairies The Bloodstain The Phelps place was an old, abandoned property with a monstrous, decrepit Victorian house that was supposed to be haunted.

It should have been a good resting place for the local deer hunters, but they would not go near it. A few that tried came away before midnight with tales of ghostly thumping noises, gasps, moans, and a terrible wet bloodstain that appeared on the floor of the front porch and could not be wiped away. The Crows are in the Corn It happened in Georgia not long ago, that a farmer and his wife decided to sleep late, like the rich folk do.

It was a beautiful Sunday morning, the kind that brings all God's creatures out to play. There are so many untold stories, and so much untapped beauty in our State. These stories connect us all. Let's bottle them up and make something. Don't miss out on this opportunity because he barely knows how to write, so he will probably never do this again! For our first issue, we will feature regionally and nationally known published authors, graduate students, high school students, and professionals from throughout Indiana with stories to share.

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This will allow Hoosiers to submit their stories and have them read and considered for publication by our editor. We have limited pages, but we will strive to include as many varieties of stories as possible--including fiction, non-fiction, poetry, historical, bizarre, artistic, experimental, and possibly even a few coloring book pages. While we cannot print every submission, we will offer web content for those stories that we cannot fit onto our pages.

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We will also offer an annual subscription to have copies mailed to subscribers homes. Stores and partners that agree to carry the first issue of DayDrifter have been rewarded with free ad space in the first issue and a discounted ad rate for future issues. We already have almost a dozen stores some with several locations that have agreed to carry DayDrifter in their stores! We will continue to market and find locations throughout Indiana to carry DayDrifter. Inside our first edition, we will have a link for annual subscriptions, advertisement opportunities, and another KickStarter Campaign to help finance the 2nd and 3rd Issues of the DayDrifter.

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We hope the DayDrifter gets in so many stores over the next year that this becomes impossible to satisfy--but that's a good problem to have down the road! We have been very upfront with our contributors that we do not have the ability to pay them immediately. We plan to be able to pay out after a few issues, but that is all dependent on the readership and our success. As we have explained this, we have found that most of our contributors have happily agreed and are just as excited as we are to be part of the DayDrifter.

Our goal is to allow our contributing writers a new vessel to display their talents and to increase their readership. Essentially, anyone that wants to. We have commitments and drafts of stories already from the entire spectrum: Again, part of our mission is to be a platform for creative people to tell their stories and share their experiences. We also have a recurring paranormal and conspiracy section. And a contributor sent us a draft of a story about some fascinating untold history of Indiana. By providing copies of the DayDrifter as rewards for KickStarter contributions, we guarantee the sale of some copies.

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