bigscoop
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- Jun 4, 2010
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Over the years endless local myths and legends have found their way into the Beale pamphlet tale, colorful names and events with exaggerated nuances often blended into to the tale to fill the numerous lack for facts in all of the tale's otherwise inspiring details, hardly a single family or individual living during the period escaping these false claims of connection and suspicion. From this one tale entire mountains have been turned into secret government depositories, these conspiracies involving a wide range of guilty parties including the Freemasons, KGC, Templers, Illuminati, CSA, you name it, these alleged and ridiculous connections and claims even bigger then the mountains themselves. Yep, folks in this region sure know how to spin a yarn for all that it's worth, a single yarn giving birth to countless others.
"In person, he was about six feet in height, with jet black eyes and hair of the same color, worn longer than was the style at that time. His form was symmetrical, and gave evidence of unusual strength and activity; but his distinguishing feature was a dark and swarthy complexion, as if much exposure to the sun and weather had thoroughly tanned and discolored him; this, however, did not detract from his appearance, and I thought him the handsomest man I had ever seen. Altogether, he was a model of manly beauty, favored by the ladies and envied by men. To the first he was reverentially tender and polite; to the latter, affable and courteous, when they kept within bounds, but, if they were supercilious or presuming, the lion was aroused, and woe to the man who offended him. Instances of this character occurred more than once while he was my guest, and always resulted in his demanding and receiving an apology. His character soon became universally known, and he was no longer troubled by impertinence.
"Such a man was Thomas J. Beale, as he appeared in 1820, and in his subsequent visit to my house.”
And yet nobody apparently knew him?
Yep, that's right, the man was favored by the ladies and envied by men, he had frequent social engagements involving conflict and manly stature, and he was soon universally known, and yet, apparently nobody knew him. Reminds me of one of those fairy-tales where we're told we'll turn to stone if we even utter the name. No doubt, the Beale papers represent southern yarn spinning at its finest.
And what about those thirty adventurers who apparently existed in thin air and vanished the same way? Perhaps they were spirits of the mountains with no connection to families, friends, business, or any other form of mortal concern? And of course, to hear the locals tell it, these were all local men, that once again, apparently nobody knew or missed? Yep, no doubt about it, just more southern yarn spinning at its finest.
"In person, he was about six feet in height, with jet black eyes and hair of the same color, worn longer than was the style at that time. His form was symmetrical, and gave evidence of unusual strength and activity; but his distinguishing feature was a dark and swarthy complexion, as if much exposure to the sun and weather had thoroughly tanned and discolored him; this, however, did not detract from his appearance, and I thought him the handsomest man I had ever seen. Altogether, he was a model of manly beauty, favored by the ladies and envied by men. To the first he was reverentially tender and polite; to the latter, affable and courteous, when they kept within bounds, but, if they were supercilious or presuming, the lion was aroused, and woe to the man who offended him. Instances of this character occurred more than once while he was my guest, and always resulted in his demanding and receiving an apology. His character soon became universally known, and he was no longer troubled by impertinence.
"Such a man was Thomas J. Beale, as he appeared in 1820, and in his subsequent visit to my house.”
And yet nobody apparently knew him?
Yep, that's right, the man was favored by the ladies and envied by men, he had frequent social engagements involving conflict and manly stature, and he was soon universally known, and yet, apparently nobody knew him. Reminds me of one of those fairy-tales where we're told we'll turn to stone if we even utter the name. No doubt, the Beale papers represent southern yarn spinning at its finest.
And what about those thirty adventurers who apparently existed in thin air and vanished the same way? Perhaps they were spirits of the mountains with no connection to families, friends, business, or any other form of mortal concern? And of course, to hear the locals tell it, these were all local men, that once again, apparently nobody knew or missed? Yep, no doubt about it, just more southern yarn spinning at its finest.
Some here have run the entire gambit, the years of posting these vastly different "certain and documented solves" still all here for the free and open viewing. And then, at times, the sudden change of course in posting that the entire story is made up, again by his own research and conslusions, and now back to yet another certain solve without anything to support the claim. "Faker!" Pure and simple. 
