ROBERT MORRISS: CANNIBAL SLAYER

[releventchair]

"We know that you too had French toast for breakfast. Vas is the connexion?".
The truth serum percolating could not be fought off . He tried. Something was not right like a slipping grip.
"Toujour ,jamais, baggare!"...then softly- tiredly.." Toujour , jamais, baggare." No more would he say.

The trio stood near the tractor back at the landowners,who keep turning the mechanical eye in his hand.

"It says forever! always! fight! ,three times then closes. I'm sure the spring tension is fine and I' m not goin to overwind it."

" You say those three words like a crow hollers three caws for danger " the visitors wife said casually enough the ol man took no offence.
After a brief think he replied , " how to relieve thought of threat or danger then requires an answer..... This ol eye ,or it's creator musta known some of fighting."

He sat the eye on the hood of his tractor. Shrugged when the couple looked at him quizzically , rocked the key just a little and the eye clicked it's three series.
Before the third sequence he stood directly in front of the eye, close enough it could feel his breath ,the 60 watt bug light' s rays cutting between them and at the last click of the third word the third time ....smartly saluted.
The eye closed ,reopened and started clacking a new code.
The ol man scribbled along with a scrap of paper and pencil stub from his bibs.
The eye stopped then a brief pause of silence followed.
" Them's is coordinates!" He exclaimed.

 

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[releventchair]

" Bring your map ,it's coffee time" .
With a fresh pot they sat at the table.
The landowner had his old compass on the table ,then pulled the silverware drawer out from it's old home under the edge,flipped it over and pulled his map from the envelope secured beneath.

" The eye is the sun and all them triangles are directions.
North is 360 degrees..South is 180..West 270 an East is 90."
They all added those points then filled in the others accordingly.
" Here's the figures from the eye" he said, placing the scrap of paper on the table top; and they started marking more of their maps.

The landowner spoke first." Alright , don' t watch my map"
A trip to the kitchen counter and he returned with a butcher knife ,then using it for a straight edge the visiting couple heard four broad strokes.
" Yur turn " he smiled after flipping his map and handing the knife to the watch holder before savoring a draught of coffee.

" How far each direction?," the wife asked.
" Far as you can I reckon" was the reply.
After their lines were scribed he then asked ," Whatcha got?".

After a brief study the watch holder announced , " four lines to corners of map and the lines all run through one of the many eyes on the map at random distances. So what is different about those eyes and what do they mean?"

After a straight faced chuckle the landowner said. " Dunno, it could be more plates on some or all the eyes on the map ,or other things ,but right ; what's about them four? And what's the odds our map worked an how many other maps was laid somewhere's?"

The wife replied," What are the odds we got ahold of that eye from ARC?".
The watch holder in turn spoke next ," Or this watch?" While holding it up from it's chain.
A thunk on the kitchen window made them jump.
A scrabbling in the chimney with a brushing sound followed , then angry caws and a solemn croak.

" Kinda late in the day for them critters" the landowner said getting up and drawing the curtains ,while leaning away from the glass.
" Heck...it's midnight already."

 

[releventchair]

When the landowner returned to the table the watch holder's wife reached for the pencil again.
Placing the knife/ straight edge at angles splitting the existing four lines she began connecting other eyes,two at a time with shorter lines till all the eyes were crossed.
" It's all balanced.....Each short distance from the center has a long one opposite and the same with each eye next to an eye...if we had a drafting compass or a wing divider...".
The land owner went to a drawer and returned with a piece of string and a nail.
Tying a loop first he slipped the string over the nail ,retied the opposite ends loop a couple times till the pencil in it was centered on an eye then let the woman swing the pencil and connecting every other eye in a circle.
Adjusting the string allowed the remaining eyes in a larger circle.
Like a 3D picture they watched it show depth ,or was it height...
"It's a building" she said.," With twentyfour eyes for windows".

 

[releventchair]

The watch holder stood ..stretched and yawned then smiled.
" Don't know if I'm delirious or tired we'd better fall out"
The landowner stood too.
I'll be goin to town tomorrow. Got about a week before I gotta be back here, you?
" Our home is parked in your yard ,ya ,we gotta week".

" Aright then. A day to get outfitted and figure out that building then ,see ya's in the mornin then."

After the visitors were outside the landowner swung the fridge a few inches , lifted a piece of flooring and pulled out three Crown Royal bags,brown green and blue .they were handed him by the barkeep on his last rare visit for a short beer
Having grown old together it had been a just as rare peaceful relationship.

Taking a well worn Spanish silver out of one bag and turning it a while , he then took a gold disc out of another.
Hammered so much to be not recognisable the gold coin was still gold.
He returned the silver to it's bag with a nod..."Gramps."

Turning the gold piece over and over in one hand he spoke to it" Dad, the South ain't what it was. She's mixed up into the whole country an I don't see em ever sortin each another out.
We find anything though I'll turn a share over to Hench up there on the river...ya ,he still watchin.".

Slipping the gold back in it's bag with a nod he took the few hundred dollar bills out of the last bag.
" Hard to believe the South ever was well off ,he said quietly.
All this scratchin in the dirt' s only got me worned out.
Not complainin. Just tired is all.

The bags back in their nest ,the ol man retired.
Shortly after ; the sun sent a ray along a compass point to illuminate the room enough to point out another morning.
Yesterday's socks found their new days purpose doing the same thing again .
Then after the usual first matter of business at rising , it was coffee time again.

 

[releventchair]

"C'mon then" the landowner answered the knock on the door.
He sat at the table with coffee and map.
A now usual routine of coffee ,peanut butter on toast, the few dishes cleaned and the topic of the map.
" Do you know that building ,Masons hall maybe, the old C.S.A. hospital is on the map so it should be close" asked the wife.
" I need to ask you two something ,and don't like this kind of asking...." was the answer.
" If anything money wise comes out of this we need another share for some one other".
" Who?".
" This building" the landowner said "has owner's."
" we're alright,...with money that is" the watch holder said as he fished a worn business card out of his wallet.
" You own that? The landowner asked.
" Sold it a few years back". We retired and chase summer and what ever else we run across. Another cut is fine,we hurting"

" Alright then. This building ain't the kind you can touch...it's like a church is it's people ,not a building.
See ,this here other little building we noted before over here is the old hospital.
Over here on the other side of the mirage/ 3D big building ,what ever you want to call it ,is the springhouse.
Anything above the hospital and springhouse is not here. What is here is the ground level,with the sun...
So...our first four eyes might be where we start.
They are ground level.

Silence had a coffee while things were pondered and digested.

 

[ECS]

..." What are the odds we got ahold of that eye from ARC?"...

The watch holder replied," Not very good. He bought time on one of those 24 hour selling cable networks, dresses up like a pirate, calls himself the Bezoar Geezer and is making a fortune selling stones that can cure anything".
The landowner added," ARC is not of whom I speak".

 

[releventchair]

" You's have any problem with nothing being found here? " The landowner asked while getting up from the table.
The couple looked at each other and both shook their heads.
" We' re dealing with what belongs to others ...and there's others would have it. Your share will be from mine..from my family."

We discussed that ourselves, we don' t need anything but answers ,yet asked our selves why us? You could just as well done this yourself." The wife asked.
" His background ,his kins background,your helping me when we met without having to".
" Wanted to see whatever that eye by the creek was " the watch holder said with a chuckle.
" Still gotta hit town ,I'll be back in a couple hours. Git yerselves ready for a short hike."

After acquiring some staples, (and a treat of a wedge of cheese he overwrapped with newspaper and put in the shaded side of the truck bed)walked the short distance to the towns only tavern.
The barkeep nodded and pulled a short draft and set it before the landowner at the same time he leaned against the bar.
An interesting handshake and " brother" was exchanged.

" Thinking of pawning my watch" said the landowner.
" Bout time" was the reply
" Who' s your visitors with the r.v.?"
" Strangers I think will help out. He's former security the government go to when they need help out of sticky situations. They ain't after everything but will get a share of mine."

" Well....there's watchers if they try anything funny".
" Aye".

" Thank yee for the beer..., I'm going to see about that watch".
" You are welcome Maybe you can buy for a few years next time!"
Parting with a guffaw the landowner returned to the truck and headed home.

" Ready?" He asked the couple.
" Been ready" the watch holder replied.
" Hop in then."

A slow drive north took them to a river. A well aged but just as well kept farmhouse was approached and the truck parked behind it ,near a springhouse.
The landowner got out after giving a " wait a few an I'll let you know".
From the hill rise behind the springhouse ,well brushed over unlike the manicured grounds around house ,barn and grounds walked a very old looking gent with a shotgun in the crook of one arm.

The two exchanged a greeting , the landowner handed the old gent the wrapped wedge of cheese then showed the older gentleman his watch.
The older gent looked towards the truck and discussion followed.
The landowner waved the couple and they left the truck and joined him.
" None of this happened,you understand? Or anything you know about it."
" Agreed" they each said in turn.
The landowner handed the older gent his watch. With a practised hand the older gent popped the cover,removed the cameo and studied the map inside the lid.
Reading the mountain peaks as numbers " 333".
Pulling the winding knob he then pried the case open and looked at the name engraved.
" What's yer name" he asked the landowner.
" *.+.#. " the landowner answered.
" Good" and the older gent pulled the chain,penknife and fob free of the watch ...handed them to the landowner ,minus the watch he dropped in his vest pocket.

"We could use your help" he said ,turning to to the couple.
Folks with no greed for what's others and able to locate folks to get them to where they need to be. Things got shuffled too much after the war."

" Why here and not your springhouse?" the watch holder asked the landowner standing at his elbow.
" That one was played out fifty years ago , by the few knew anything enough"
" I think I know what this is" the watch holder said " How many are left?"
" Just an even dozen now" said the older gent. Come back in a halfhour *+# , and you two too".

On their time allotted drive the wife and husband were elated. " This will be great, but how do we know who to look for or where they need to go that has what they are after....or even don't know is available? " the wife started.
" Recon we'll know when we need to" said the watch holder.
" Just watch yourselves" the landowner said. " There's thieves and cutthroats and more hands after what ain't theirs than ever was".
The ride quieted as the truck was turned back to the second springhouse.
The older gent was waiting and handed the landowner a leather bag and said " 333 dollars, your kins account is settled.

He walked around to the watch holders window who without being asked held up the watch he recovered from the peaks.
A couple crows made raucous sounds and a raven swooped low but not near enough truck or shotgun to be a threat.
" Thank you" said the older gent as he pocketed the tired watch , then handed the former watch holder a list of names and last known addresses.
" When you find some one, check the nearest eye for some one on hand to square up with. If'n the roof is down
nd no one is around it's empty. God speed to you's ,and thank you"
" Thank you" came in chorus from the truck.
The landowner tossed a portion of his gold dollars in a Crown bag towards the old gent ,who deftly swatted it down in his closed hand then nodding at the landowner.

The truck AARC'd through the yard onto the dirt road.
The couple crows and a seemingly out of place raven stood perched high up and close to the trunk of a great willow by the springhouse.
Already asleep,in the middle of the day.
Odd for such critters.

 

[ECS]

...
" You say those three words like a crow hollers three caws for danger ...

The raven understood, the crows understood-there was trouble ahead, trouble behind, the three below were blinded to understanding.

 

[Rebel - KGC]

COSMIC... VERY Cosmic!

 

[ECS]

COSMIC... VERY Cosmic!

At Richmond's Bon Secours Hospital, the John Doe patient remained in a coma.
He was recovered during a neighbor fight on 4th Street in Jackson Ward.
Witnesses interviewed by the Police told the officers that everyone was kung fu fighting and those cats were fast as lighting, and it was so exciting, but no one knew the identity of John Doe who suffered a horrendous beating during the frey.
The attending physicians all agreed that John Doe brain showed activity, and was monitored 24/7.
While changing an IV, the nurse notice his eyes blinking, then suddenly, John Doe sat straight up in bed.
Looking the nurse in the eye, he asked, "Where am I".
The nurse push the call button as John Doe announced, "I am Thomas J Beale"!

 

[Rebel - KGC]

BACK FROM THE DEAD!

 

[Rebel - KGC]

(Singing...) "Oh Christmas Tree, My Christmas Tree"... ORIGINAL "source" of "Oh Maryland, My Maryland", song created by Robert MORRIS of Oxford, Maryland... he had a very nice Inn on the BAY. Oysters for X-MAS MORN, an OLD-TIMEY "FAVE"; MY family did it! Fried Oysters for BREAKFAST! YUM!

 

[releventchair]

BACK FROM THE DEAD!

Good coffee can cause that....must have been what was in the I.V. !

 

[ECS]

BACK FROM THE DEAD!

Watching the nightly news in his Louisiana home on the west side of the Mississippi the talking head led with the story out of Richmond of a John Doe coming out of a coma claiming to be Thomas J Beale of Ward's 1885 treasure story.
The television picture then went to a whiteman in bed, face badly bruised speaking about the Adams-Onis Treaty, Jean Lafitte and urgent business in Richmond.
The talking head explained that this man claimed he was born a freeman who became an Alderman of Jackson Ward and had matters with Robert Morriss.
"...and so the mystery that began with Ward is reborn", commented the talking head as the program went to commercial.
"This is Bezoar Geezer, and for a limited time I have this amazing offer..."
The man turned off the television.
"Something just isn't right around here", he muttered.

 

[Rebel - KGC]

Richmond, Va. is like that...

 

[ECS]

Good coffee can cause that...

While being the only one who solved the Beale codes biggest fan, he also liked to guess what type of cars people drove.
His current obsession was what cars did Bezoar Geezer and this "Thomas J Beale" who was in a Richmond hospital drove.
Having no luck at discovering Bezoar Geezer's choice of automobiles, he made up his mind to drive to Richmond and ask this Beale pretender what he drove.
In his mind, he could preserve the claim of the only man who solved the Beale codes, and...,most important, discover the type of car that this fake "Beale" drove.
An absolute win-win.
With a smile on his face, he got in his P T Cruiser, turn the ignition, and drove out of his driveway when the car quit.
Looking at the fuel gauge, he realized as usual, he was running on empty.

 

[Rebel - KGC]

WHAT...?!!! No "FUMES"...? NOT gonna get a PT, then...

 

[ECS]

After filling up and driving on the state roads he merged onto I-95 and immediately noticed billboards with messages from Pedro.
He was intrigued, realizing that these were codes that would leas to a treasure site-SOUTH OF THE BORDER.
Mile after mile new messages were given- "You're Always a Weiner At South of the Border","You Never Sausage Thing" and how many miles before one reached this destination.
As the sun went down, he pumped more gas into the cylinder increasing his speed.
Then, in the distance he saw a brightly lit tower with aa neon sombrero on top and he anxiously looked for the exit ramp that would lead to this wonderland of secret codes and treasure.

 

[releventchair]

 

[Rebel - KGC]

THAT dude is STONED!