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Chickasaw Storyteller

Chickasaw Storyteller

alt.ascii-art · 3 messages · 24 Oct 1999 - 25 Oct 1999
JRO <ogl...@mail.fullnet.net-remove> ASCII art 24 Oct 1999 00:00 · permalink · report
   \/ __  __\  \  /     \  /                \  /            _/_  _\_  _/_  _\
     \  //  / /_  _\  _/_  _\_  __   _\  __/_  _\__        \  /\/\  /\  /\/
    /_  _\  _\/ \/\  \  /\/\  /\  /\/__ \  / \/\   /      /_  _\/_  _\  _\
    /_\/_\\/_\ _\ \_/_  _\/_  _\  _\\  /   _\  /_  _\       \/    \/  \/
      \/__\//\/_ \    \/    \/__\/ /_  _\ \  / _\\/ An old man sat beneath a tree and told
       \  / _\  / \___        \ /_  _\/__/_  _\  _  His stories like an elf-man spinning gold.
      /_  _\  /_\     /      /_  _\/\/\  / \/\ /\ /The staves of time he wove in tapestries
       _\/_  \  /_    |        \/_  _/_  _\_/_  _\ _Of past events kept in his memories.
     __\  /\/_  _\/  /         /  \/ \ \/ /\  \/ \/ His gentle speech had those peculiar ways
    \ /_  _\ /\/  _\ |         \     /_  _/_  _\    Of expression, incomplete to men these days,
  _/_  _\/_  _\_\/   |          \      \/   \/      Whose language is less primitive and raw
 \  /\/\  /\/\  /    |          |                   Than men like him who first spoke Chickasaw.
/_  _\/_  _\/_  _\    (         /                   His face was somewhat wrinkled, deeply tanned,
  \/\  /\/\  /\/|     /        |                    And frequently he gestured with his hand
   /_  _\/_  _\ \    /         \                    His eyes aglow with visions gone before
     \/    \/  | \  /          |                    That by his telling came to life once more.
               |  \/           |                    In awe his tales of far-off yesteryear,
               \_             /                     Held spellbound those who often came to hear.
                 |            \                     Through time-trancending vision they would see
                 \            |                     The landmarks their forefathers knew to be.
                  |           |
                  |           |                                 .               ~ Inlat Toba ~
                  |          /                                     .
                  |         (                                        )       _
                  |          \                        /|             \`-._.-'/
                  |          |                       / |              `-._.-'
                  |          |                      / /
                 (           |                     / /
                 |           |                    / /
                 |           |               ____|_/
                 |           |              /      \
                 |           |             /        \
                 |           |            |          |___
                 |           |            \      _______ \
                 |           |             \    /     ) \|
                 |           |              \  /    _/
                 |           |              / /      \
                 |           |             / /       _)
                 |           |            | /       _\
                 |           |            \/ \      \           (\
                 |           |               |\_   _/       (\  /|
                 |           |              /\__\ (         |(\ ||
                 |           |             /___ \__\___   (\//|/ |
                 |           |            //   \  \/ _/   |  |   |
                 |           |           /|     \ / (     /\/\  /
                 |           |          | |      |\_ \   / /  \|
                 |           |          \ \      \ ||/  / /   /
                 |           |          |  \      \|   / /   /
                 |           |          |   \      \__/ /   /
                 |           |          |    \      \__/   /
                 |           \          |     \           /
                 |           |          /      \         /
                /            |         |        \_______/                         ___...
                |            |         |           |          ____.....------"""""____
                |            |___......|           |-----"""""                   /    \
                |            |         |           |                            /\     \
___.....--------|            |         |           |                            ) \__  /
                |            |         |           /                           (  (__)/
                |            |        /____________|                           )  (__)
                |            |        |__||___||__||                           (_  (_))
                |            |        \__        _ |_______                      \  (_))
                |            |        |  |      /          \                      ) (_))
                )            |        |  |                  \                    /.--.|
               |              \        \/                   /                   //    \
               |              |        _\____________/      |                  | \     \
               |              |       |__________|   \/     |                  |  \____|
               |              |        |        |    |      |                   \  /  /
               |              |        |        |    \      |                   | /  /|
               |              |        |        |   |      /                    | | / |
               |             (|        |        |   /      |                    |/ /  |
               |              |        |        |   |      |                    / /   |
               |              |        |        |   )______/                   / /    |
               |              |        |        |  |      |                   ( /.._.'|
               |               \       |        |  ||||||||                   \ |     /
               |               |       |        |  |      /                  / \(     \
               |               \_      |        |  /     |                  / |        \
             _/                   \    |        |  |     |                 _\           |
             )                     \   |        |  |     |                /             |
            /                       |  |   /\   |  |     |               /               \
       __  /                        |  |  /  \  |  |     |               \                \
      /  \/                         \  | /    \ |  |     (____            \_____  _________\
     /                               \ |/      \| /           \          /    | |/
    -JRO-                                         |__|\_______/          \____|_|



Jonathon R. Oglesbee
oglesbee@
       mail.fullnet.net

JRO <ogl...@mail.fullnet.net-remove> wrote in message
news:38136c6e@206.103.97.91...
>    \/ __  __\  \  /     \  /                \  /            _/_  _\_
_/_  _\
>      \  //  / /_  _\  _/_  _\_  __   _\  __/_  _\__        \  /\/\  /\
/\/
>     /_  _\  _\/ \/\  \  /\/\  /\  /\/__ \  / \/\   /      /_  _\/_  _\
_\
>     /_\/_\\/_\ _\ \_/_  _\/_  _\  _\\  /   _\  /_  _\       \/    \/
\/
>       \/__\//\/_ \    \/    \/__\/ /_  _\ \  / _\\/ An old man sat
beneath a tree and told
>        \  / _\  / \___        \ /_  _\/__/_  _\  _  His stories like
an elf-man spinning gold.
>       /_  _\  /_\     /      /_  _\/\/\  / \/\ /\ /The staves of time
he wove in tapestries
>        _\/_  \  /_    |        \/_  _/_  _\_/_  _\ _Of past events
kept in his memories.
>      __\  /\/_  _\/  /         /  \/ \ \/ /\  \/ \/ His gentle speech
had those peculiar ways
>     \ /_  _\ /\/  _\ |         \     /_  _/_  _\    Of expression,
incomplete to men these days,
>   _/_  _\/_  _\_\/   |          \      \/   \/      Whose language is
less primitive and raw
>  \  /\/\  /\/\  /    |          |                   Than men like him
who first spoke Chickasaw.
> /_  _\/_  _\/_  _\    (         /                   His face was
somewhat wrinkled, deeply tanned,
>   \/\  /\/\  /\/|     /        |                    And frequently he
gestured with his hand
>    /_  _\/_  _\ \    /         \                    His eyes aglow
with visions gone before
>      \/    \/  | \  /          |                    That by his
telling came to life once more.
>                |  \/           |                    In awe his tales
of far-off yesteryear,
>                \_             /                     Held spellbound
those who often came to hear.
>                  |            \                     Through
time-trancending vision they would see
>                  \            |                     The landmarks
their forefathers knew to be.
>                   |           |
>                   |           |                                 .
~ Inlat Toba ~
>                   |          /                                     .
>                   |         (                                        )
_
>                   |          \                        /|
\`-._.-'/
>                   |          |                       / |
`-._.-'
>                   |          |                      / /
>                  (           |                     / /
>                  |           |                    / /
>                  |           |               ____|_/
>                  |           |              /      \
>                  |           |             /        \
>                  |           |            |          |___
>                  |           |            \      _______ \
>                  |           |             \    /     ) \|
>                  |           |              \  /    _/
>                  |           |              / /      \
>                  |           |             / /       _)
>                  |           |            | /       _\
>                  |           |            \/ \      \           (\
>                  |           |               |\_   _/       (\  /|
>                  |           |              /\__\ (         |(\ ||
>                  |           |             /___ \__\___   (\//|/ |
>                  |           |            //   \  \/ _/   |  |   |
>                  |           |           /|     \ / (     /\/\  /
>                  |           |          | |      |\_ \   / /  \|
>                  |           |          \ \      \ ||/  / /   /
>                  |           |          |  \      \|   / /   /
>                  |           |          |   \      \__/ /   /
>                  |           |          |    \      \__/   /
>                  |           \          |     \           /
>                  |           |          /      \         /
>                 /            |         |        \_______/
___...
>                 |            |         |           |
____.....------"""""____
>                 |            |___......|           |-----"""""
/    \
>                 |            |         |           |
/\     \
> ___.....--------|            |         |
            ) \__  /
>                 |            |         |           /
(  (__)/
>                 |            |
                      )  (__)
>                 |            |        |__||___||__||
(_  (_))
>                 |            |        \__        _ |_______
\  (_))
>                 |            |        |  |      /
           ) (_))
>                 )            |        |  |                  \
/.--.|
>                |              \        \/                   /
//    \
>                |              |        _\____________/      |
| \     \
>                |              |       |__________|   \/     |
|  \____|
>                |              |        |        |    |      |
\  /  /
>                |              |        |        |    \      |
| /  /|
>                |              |        |        |   |      /
| | / |
>                |             (|        |        |   /      |
|/ /  |
>                |              |        |        |   |      |
/ /   |
>                |              |        |        |   )______/
/ /    |
>                |              |        |        |  |      |
( /.._.'|
>                |               \       |        |  ||||||||
\ |     /
>                |               |       |        |  |      /
/ \(     \
>                |               \_      |        |  /     |
/ |        \
>              _/                   \    |        |  |     |
_\           |
>              )                     \   |        |  |     |
/             |
>             /                       |  |   /\   |  |     |
/               \
>        __  /                        |  |  /  \  |  |     |
\                \
>       /  \/                         \  | /    \ |  |     (____
\_____  _________\
>      /                               \ |/      \| /           \
/    | |/
>     -JRO-                                         |__|\_______/
\____|_|
>
>
Jonathon, your drawing is heartwarming

Prudence

JRO <twe...@my-deja.com> 25 Oct 1999 00:00 · permalink · report
In article <7v06rs$1kr$1...@autumn.news.rcn.net>,
  "Prudence" <lo-...@erols.com-slamspam> wrote:
> Jonathon, your drawing is heartwarming
> Prudence

Thanks, dear.


JRO




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