ROBERT MORRISS: CANNIBAL SLAYER

[Rebel - KGC]

"NAH... Alternative FACTS!" Quoted the Raven & 3 Crows in "union"...

 

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[ECS]

On branch above the brewpubs construction site, the three crows and the raven cackled all knowing amongst themselves, knowing that nothing has been revealed.

 

[Rebel - KGC]

Yes, Beale Brewery & BBQ has utilized $$$$$$$ from a SECRET "Stash" Fund, so that eaters & drinkers in Bedford City will soon, KNOW THE TRUTH...

 

[ECS]

The three crows and raven had observed the construction of Beale's Brewery from the start when the lot was cleared and an existing basement was uncovered. They watched as the brewpub's partners were shown the basement, and the brewmaster stated this vault would be perfecting for his lager tanks once those old iron pots that littered the stone floor were removed.
The foreman Witcher with his two best workers, Clay and Coles, set about removing the black iron pots at night after hours, readied the basement for construction, then promptly all three quit their employment at the construction and were never seen again in Bedford county.

 

[Rebel - KGC]

They followed the "Spirit" of PV... to parts unknown, finding JOY in what was found. MEANWHILE, The RAVEN & the 3 CROWS created their own TAROT cards, featuring themselves in the different "suits" with ESOTERIC meaning(s); INTERESTING, indeed! IT IS IN THE CARDS!

 

[Rebel - KGC]

ALARMING NEWS from the Peaks of Otter! The RAVEN & 3 CROWS are fluttering about... the YANKS are invading old Mons, Va. AGAIN! Civil War Event At Peaks of Otter | Hunter's Raid June 1864... Hunter's Raid June 1864 @ the Peaks of Otter... MEAT! MEAT!

 

[Rebel - KGC]

The Yanks were "NO SHOW"; Rebels had to shoot into the woods, upsetting ALL the critters & spectators. The Raven & 3 Crows are HAPPY! 10 degrees cooler in "the Hills" than in the "Flat-Lands"... wife & I will escape to PoO, tomorrow.

 

[releventchair]

Raven dropped the bottle cap from,a Beale-Ale he had been worrying and toying with.
The barely discernible clatter of it's tumble in the rocks below paused the crows then with cocked heads they focused on the ravens gaze.
A steady " tramp,tramp tramp" of boots and some higher pitched hobnails came from the trail , but with no tell tale dust rise of the past.
As the sound closed horse hooves became apart of it and the three dark sack coated sentinels stood silent as the skeletal horses and riders skirmishing out front passed by.
A ragged procession followed with an occasional clank of a canteen that would never be needed again and when the trailing wagons creaked by the trio began to murmur as if trying to speak.
Raven spoke first ....
" Blue coats in the Blue Ridge!"

 

[Rebel - KGC]

"They" were GHOSTS! And NEVER seen again; the Raven & 3 Crows were NOT amused...

 

[ECS]

...
Raven spoke first ....
" Blue coats in the Blue Ridge!"

The underbrush crackled with the arrival of ones unexpected from the unknown.
"MEAT! MEAT!"
The raven and three crows watched from high hanging branch until all in the Peaks went silent once more, and the mountain retained all its secrets.

 

[ECS]

Young Jack liked to rummage around in his grandparent's house attic.
Cardboard boxes covered the dusty 1x4 pine T& G floor, each one containing the promise of great discoveries.
Undoing the folded flaps of the largest, he found a trove of old treasure magazines from the 1950's and '60's, and issues of TRUE and ARGOSY wedged between POPULAR MECHANICS.
Randomly pulling out an ARGOSY copy, he thumbed the pages, and stopped, as if it were predestined, on the Pauline Innis story about the Beale treasure in Virginia.
The story captured his imagination as he read, and dreams of being "the one" who finally solved the ciphers and uncovered the Beale vault's iron pot filled with gold. silver, and jewelry occupied his imaginative mind from that point on.
This treasure was real- he just knew it.

 

[ECS]

Jack mentioned his interest in the Beale treasure to his teacher, Mr Poe, who also mentioned that he had studied the Beale story for years and was currently involved with his professor in deciphering the one remaining code that revealed the location said to be 4 miles from Buford's.
"What about the other code", young Jack inquired?
"Why would I invite problems by discovering the names of the heirs? That would bring everyone in Virginia's Bedford and Campbell counties crawling out of the woodwork wanting their share", retorted Mr Poe, adding, and probably those guys in Pennsylvania who think its in their state"!

 

[Rebel - KGC]

HA! IT WAS!

 

[ECS]

A book by Claudine Fulton Ellis grabbed Jack's attention, which told the story of young Claudine finding the Beale letter from St Louis that was never received by Robert Morriss.
Jack knew this was proof that the Beale treasure story was real.
He excitement grew as he entered Mr Poe's classroom, waiting for the bell to ring that ended that period so he could quickly share his new found Beale knowledge.
Jack fidgeted in his seat, "COMMON SENSE" by Thomas Paine was just too boring compared to the "BEALE PAPERS" tale of the perilous adventure of Beale and his men, and the treasure. The treasure.
The blaring ringing the bell brought him out of his thoughts.
At last!
As the other students departed, journeying to their next class, Jack securing his backpack, "Mr Poe, I have discoved information about the letter never received by Morriss"!

 

[releventchair]

" Ahh yes ,finicky Morriss whom would wait so long before opening the box. I'm not sure the letter would have availed him of anything more...
You see ,my lad; it was not a letter but rettel Morriss needed ,Rettel France. France being the key word with which we have created a stunning conclusion yet to be revealed ,some day ,someday yes! It will be earthshakingly delightful but you must wait. We are fleshing out the fine points and have no treasure but treasure is surely not needed to solve Beales riddles now is it?"

Young Jack sagged like a leaking balloon.
Then brightened and asked Poe , " Teacher could you explain your solve and I could seek the treasure?"

Poe responded...

 

[ECS]

"And additionally", Mr Poe added," As the professor has stated time and time again, there was that Mississippi River flood of 1832 that destroyed all the post offices in St Louis and all the letters, dampening all mail deliveries from St Louis for a year".
"Do you have proof of this", Jack inquired?
"Simple logic, Jack. Flood, flooded post offices, all mail gets soaked, Morriss never receives the letter. Now off you go before you're late for your next class".

 

[ECS]

Mr Poe sat at his desk, he had finished grading the days test papers, and pick up the book the professor had given him.
It was about the true story of the Beale adventure, naming names of the Beale Party members, but it was listed as fiction based on 99% fact. It was a great read, and he wondered what was the 1% fiction.
Mr Poe also wondered why the professors students had given him the name of "Slippery Slickery Doc, who held a Doctorate degree in Cryptohistory from a mail order college.
Whatever he mused, when we dig up the treasure from the solved ciphers, that will be their grand fret.

 

[ECS]

The professor was content to feed Mr Poe tidbits of Beale lore, and some, like the flood destroying all the St Louis post offices, well that was truly inspired speculation.
It was similar to his TIME SQUARE days when he had dozens of watches buckled on his arm, all genuine ROLEX's for sale at super low prices, and his big money maker,three card monty.
He could always spot an out of town rube ripe for the pickings, watched that hopeful grow in anticipation of sweeping all that cash from the folding card table, drawing the mark in for that final crushing blow of losing it all.
Those were the days until his missed noticing New York's finest behind him, which resulted in an extended stay at Rikers, where he first heard the Beale treasure story.
After getting out and leaving the Big Apple in the rear view, he did further research on the Beale Papers, and realized that others, maybe not the original 1885 author, made money from crating extended versions of this tale.
He just needed to work his own angle, and the gullible teacher Poe was perfect as his first mark.

 

[ECS]

The professor admired the work of John Andrechyne Laflin and drew inspiration from his created Jean Laffite memoirs that some attempted to connect to the Beale story because of the mention of the names Ward and Sherman.
In a rundown antique and junk shop located in Manhattan's lower east side, the professor purchased several leafs of writing paper with watermarks dating them to 1805, and with a gall ink, he began his opus.
He studied the syntax structure of the "Beale letters" in the 1885 job print pamphlet, then commenced to write the Thomas J Beale diary, naming a few of the perilous adventures names.
He smiled at the thought of including Edward Hansford, the Portsmith, Virginia carpenter who wrote a 1813 letter to Thomas Jefferson concerning his sighting of a UFO, and how that send researchers on several misguided journeys.
The basic story information concerning Morriss and Buford's Inn were incorporated with mentions of meals by both Sarah Mitchell Morriss and Francis Buford, Beale being partial to Buford's country fare.
He was currently working on the real money maker- THE MAP.

 

[ECS]

Using an old Bedford county map, he marked a 4 mile circle from Buford's Inn, and with that as a starting reference, did the same on a current Bedford county map.
The professor's intention was to mark an "X" on the "authentic" map he was creating at a location where digging would be off limits, due to ownership, a government complex would be ideal, or a Walmart parking lot would do.
He like using the word "authentic", it drew Beale groupies like moths to the candle flame. After all, the game is worth the candle.
Entering MapQuest, he began the search for "X marks Beale's treasure vault".