“C’mon, Old Scout? See the tracks? We’re nearly there. Just over that rise where the sun is fixin’ to set.
“Nah, c’mon, don’t go all ornery on me now! I’ll yank yer tail, ya flop-eared mule! There. That’s better. You ‘n me, we come too far together to fuss.
“We’ll get to the base of the rise, where there’s a cool spring. We’ll make camp, and you’ll git yer feed. We’ll sleep, and tomorrow we’ll cross over and be in the land where gold sits on the path, just waitin’ to be picked up.
“C’mon, Old Scout. Nearly there.”
What lovely gently encouragement. What riches await them. We are all nearly there, aren’t we?!
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I’d like to think so, Kelvin. I’ve lived long enough to appreciate where I am and where I’ve been, and to watch with excitement to where I’m going to be!
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Seems like he’s almost lost it!
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I think a lot of the old guys who had wandered the west for years, seeking gold, had pretty much “lost it” from our perspective. But you know, they loved the lives they lived,
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He’s in for a bitter disappointment. Sounds like Old Scout won’t last much longer either. This is the pessimist cynic in me commenting!
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Well, of course we know the story didn’t end like his visions. Very few of those old 49er’s actually found their golden dreams. But, if you can believe the stories, they continued to look, and wander, because that’s what they liked to do.
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That’s an interesting idea, that they looked for the sake of looking and not necessarily expecting to find something.
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You’ve captured that stubborn determination —coupled with no viable option— that kept many an old-timer going forward after all reasonable hope was gone. 🙂
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I had an uncle who spent his entire adult life wandering the desert looking for uranium. I don’t know if he ever found any, but he died happy 🙂
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I admire his resolve to keep old scout’s spirits marching . At times, I talk my 6 year old daughter to hang on , just like this, when we are really tired and the destination is still reasonably far. The gold hunt etc.makes it a even more interesting story . Love the dialect you have used . Wonderful story of hope, strength , courage,love and determination. Loved it 💕
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Thanks, Moon. This one is drawing a mix of responses so far–poor old guy, never going to find his dream to “good for him–he doesn’t quit.” In America, during the Gold Rush of 1849, these men became folk heroes for their tenacity.
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I can sense your disappointment , but now I can see your story in better light, with that historical background. Thanks. That they were willing to sacrifice their all for their mission is a dream in itself.
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Oh, I didn’t mean to sound disappointed. I’m not, at all–just very interested in everyone’s different viewpoints. We all see things from our own perspective 🙂
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It’s about the journey, isn’t it? Or the final destination?
Well written!
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For those old gold hunters, I think it was more about the journey 🙂
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very well-written granon, you can go in many directions. For me, it is a loving coaching, encouragement and inspiration. The goal is always the journey, because life is a journey. No matter if you are traveling or have found a home.
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if nothing else, the journey can be its own reward. 🙂
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And often is. Thanks.
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A lovely story, Granonine. The dialogue flows really well, and carries the taste of authenticity. I like the way he encourages himself by talking to his mule.
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Than 🙂
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He’s always almost there, isn’t he? Aren’t we all to some extent? I love the gentle, loving voice in this. Hopeful and accepting. Beautiful writing.
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Thank you 🙂
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Love this story and how he interacted with his mule. I felt optimistic for them even though I don’t think they were half way to anywhere.
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So true. Hope keeps them moving.
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I expect he knows that riches aren’t just around the corner, but he’s enjoying wandering the countryside with Old Scout 🙂
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Like every day there is always another hill to climb… and gold is always found beyond.
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Pot of gold at the end of the track? Such a positive story to write.
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Thanks, Lavanya. Glad you enjoyed it.
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Well, he sounds a determined character. He deserves to realise his dreams, and the donkey needs a rest, by the sound of it.
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Dear Linda,
I really liked the voice in this. I could feel the animal’s weariness and the concern of the master. Very nicely done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I loved reading this, Linda.
It hardly matters what the outcome is. They are in their journey together.
I, of course, do hope they do find what he is looking for.
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Ah, the old prospector, always confident there’s gold over the next horizon.
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An American folk-hero 🙂
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Enjoyed this conversation.
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I loved the lingo, and the optimism. I have some knowledge that they don’t…cool springs are many a mile away from that there mountain!
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Well, they’ll probably just wander off into that Great El Dorado in the sky, then 🙂
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🙂 I love your protagonist’s voice. I hope he finds his gold, and the poor, tired mule tastes sweet spring water.
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Great voice, brings the character to life. Nice one.
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Hopefully he and Scout find the gold life.
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Going on when there is no hope left but a tenacity of purpose, that’s grit…that is when we must never quit! I feel inspired by this man! Salute the spirit, never mind the gold!
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You got it! Gold star for you 🙂
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