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The hidden years in Canada 79, the chucklewig

The chucklewig ‘People fought for their existence. They settled in places that were fruitful and built the first houses. ‘ ‘When I was young,’ continued Mister Jones, ‘there were streets but no sewersor pavements yet. My grandfather was like Bill Comley, he had come searching across the mountains. The only possessions ...
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The hidden years in Canada 78, the chucklewig

Deadhorse was remote, it was a hamlet, a backwaters in BC. It was typical hillbilly country. The sort of village where only ‘your’ people from the own village are okay and you do not allow anyone from another village going out with someone from your village. We had already driven past a sign pointing at dead horse hill, the ...
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The hidden years in Canada 110, the plumbers

Plumbers I kept the whole week very calm and my headache grew less per day. There were days in which I could not read or watch TV. I did not go outside without sunglasses and I was bored. I was very curious about the results of the state laboratory, not all gold is worth as much as you might think.. At the end of the week I felt...
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The hidden years in Canada 109, the Elks

Elks An hour later we came out of the Land Management Department where the archivist had noted the claim and had placed it in a folder with maps. ‘Have you found anything,’ said Jones from Land Management? When we nodded, he said, ‘you can have it tested at levels at the state lab, do you want to have the address?’ ‘Ve...
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The hidden years in Canada 108,dr Jones

Dr Jones Dr. Jones was a squalid man and his practice reflected that. Everywhere there were pots and on a burner a pan was simmering. For a surgery it was dusty and smelled downright stale. The doctor himself had a cigar stub in his mouth. A remnant of what had once been a fat cigar but which had gone out a while ago.'So, 'he sa...
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The hidden years in Canada 97, the attack

The attack ‘Look,’ said Don, ‘and tell me what this is.’ ‘We know what that is,’ whispered Bev. ‘It is the footprint of a, you know what.’ It was more than a footprint. It was a track that had been stepped with large gaps in between. I put my foot next to the nearest print and you really saw what must have been t...
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