https://goforth.wikibruce.com/index.php?title=Grayson_Ozias%27s_travel_diary&action=history&feed=atomGrayson Ozias's travel diary - Revision history2024-03-29T12:35:36ZRevision history for this page on the wikiMediaWiki 1.9.3https://goforth.wikibruce.com/index.php?title=Grayson_Ozias%27s_travel_diary&diff=515&oldid=prevDarrin: /* Grayson Ozias's Travel Diary */2009-11-22T23:58:42Z<p><span class="autocomment">Grayson Ozias's Travel Diary</span></p>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">More of Grayson's story was told when players gathered around a campfire in Randsburg, CA. The event was filmed and can be viewed [http://goforth.levi.com/fortune/12 here]. Read the [[Campfire_Video_Transcript |transcript]] of the video.</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">More of Grayson's story was told when players gathered around a campfire in Randsburg, CA. The event was filmed and can be viewed [http://goforth.levi.com/fortune/12 here]. Read the [[Campfire_Video_Transcript |transcript]] of the video.</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">Listen: [[Media:Cylinder13_1258909405.mp3| Cylinder13 Audio]]</td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;"><blockquote>I suppose this odyssey all told is the cause for doing what I'm about to do, because somebody back those six years ago got me to leave my home and it's comforts behind -- and if it hadn't, I'd still be who I was: a ghost of a man walking through a half-lived life.</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">So as I now sense the road closing in on me, I want what I leave behind to help someone else likewise escape their sleepwalking life, because whatever happens to me from here on out, I regret nothing. Even the worst of a journey is better than wondering what the journey might have been. Six years ago, someone helped me see that.</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">Now I owe that much to another.</td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;"></blockquote></td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_13 |Clue 13]]<br> <br></td></tr>
</table></span>Darrinhttps://goforth.wikibruce.com/index.php?title=Grayson_Ozias%27s_travel_diary&diff=488&oldid=prevDrizjr: added links to campfire video and transcript2009-11-20T20:05:34Z<p>added links to campfire video and transcript</p>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">But there was something else to the harshness of the place: a kind of purity. There was no ambiguity there - it was live or die, succeed or fail. I rose to its challenge, and I succeeded admirably at my find until selling out to Mooers, that he might add it to Yellow Aster.</blockquote></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">But there was something else to the harshness of the place: a kind of purity. There was no ambiguity there - it was live or die, succeed or fail. I rose to its challenge, and I succeeded admirably at my find until selling out to Mooers, that he might add it to Yellow Aster.</blockquote></td></tr>
<tr><td>-</td><td style="background: #ffa; font-size: smaller;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_12 |Clue 12]]</td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_12 |Clue 12]]<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"><br> <br></span></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">More of Grayson's story was told when players gathered around a campfire in Randsburg, CA. The event was filmed and can be viewed [http://goforth.levi.com/fortune/12 here]. Read the [[Campfire_Video_Transcript |transcript]] of the video.</span></td></tr>
</table></span>Drizjrhttps://goforth.wikibruce.com/index.php?title=Grayson_Ozias%27s_travel_diary&diff=456&oldid=prevDrizjr: added transcript of cylinder 12 courtesy of jim_m)2009-11-13T01:04:48Z<p>added transcript of cylinder 12 courtesy of jim_m)</p>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">One day, whilst provisioning in a small-town Chinese mercantile in the Sierra foothills, I overheard two men speaking about a new find. Becoming aware of me standing nearby, one hushed up the other. I commenced pretending to inspect some shovel or another as they hurried away. Despite their attempts at stealth, I heard enough to give me some sense of their direction, and I knew it wouldn't take long to piece the rest of it together. As the Suns of the store's name wrapped my purchases for travel, the younger flashed me a conspiratorial grin. I was already hard at work on the puzzle of the find's location, and my focused expression must have given me away.</blockquote></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">One day, whilst provisioning in a small-town Chinese mercantile in the Sierra foothills, I overheard two men speaking about a new find. Becoming aware of me standing nearby, one hushed up the other. I commenced pretending to inspect some shovel or another as they hurried away. Despite their attempts at stealth, I heard enough to give me some sense of their direction, and I knew it wouldn't take long to piece the rest of it together. As the Suns of the store's name wrapped my purchases for travel, the younger flashed me a conspiratorial grin. I was already hard at work on the puzzle of the find's location, and my focused expression must have given me away.</blockquote></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_11 |Clue 11]]</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_11 |Clue 11]]</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;"><blockquote>Coming down out of the Sierras into what the old-timers still called Whiskey Flat, I felt myself transfigured... like I was leaving behind an old life and an old self, never to see either again. It wasn't the first time I'd felt that way, but this time was different. Behind the usual optimism and sense of possibility, there lurked a melancholy. "How many times could I transform," I wondered, "before there was nothing even I could recognize?"</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">Just up river from town, I bathed in the Kern and washed out the clothes Levi had given me upon leaving San Francisco. The surrounding country was beautiful. Ranchers had used the river's water to create a lush mesa that fed them and their cattle.</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">Lovely as it was in that valley, I had not come to that part of the world to be a rancher, and after a few days I assembled my things and departed for the hell that lay below us. Life in the desert was the most difficult I'd ever known. The savagery of the swings in temperature made it seem as if the land itself was committed to our extinction, and our attempts to pull gold out of it amounted to a daily war. The aptly-named mountain that loomed above us seemed like a devilish sentry to our endeavors, ready at a moment to squash us all on a whim.</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">But there was something else to the harshness of the place: a kind of purity. There was no ambiguity there - it was live or die, succeed or fail. I rose to its challenge, and I succeeded admirably at my find until selling out to Mooers, that he might add it to Yellow Aster.</blockquote></td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_12 |Clue 12]]</td></tr>
</table></span>Drizjrhttps://goforth.wikibruce.com/index.php?title=Grayson_Ozias%27s_travel_diary&diff=429&oldid=prevDrizjr: cylinder 11 transcript courtesy of jim_m2009-11-11T01:34:37Z<p>cylinder 11 transcript courtesy of jim_m</p>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_9 |Clue 9]]</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_9 |Clue 9]]</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">===Cylinder 10===</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">===Cylinder 10===</td></tr>
<tr><td>-</td><td style="background: #ffa; font-size: smaller;">Listen: [[Media:Cylinder10_1257395249.mp3| <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">Cylinder10 </span>Audio]]</td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">Listen: [[Media:Cylinder10_1257395249.mp3| <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">Cylinder11 </span>Audio]]</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;"><blockquote>(''inaudible, ending in what sounds like "ouse" or perhaps the ending of Strauss'') I finally felt fit enough to begin my explorations.<br><br></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;"><blockquote>(''inaudible, ending in what sounds like "ouse" or perhaps the ending of Strauss'') I finally felt fit enough to begin my explorations.<br><br></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">On one excellent day I wandered though the park finding my way to that glorious theater of nature. Such extraordinary examples of the natural world's cunning did I find there; a gruesome plant that traps and then feasts on insects not least among them. <br><br>Then I heard the sound of music, of a great band playing. I thought at first that I was dreaming, given the strange cast of mind that the garden's oddities had put me in; but then seeing many of the patrons hurrying towards the music's source, I realized it was real. Once outside I saw a crowd of astonishing size had gathered for a groundbreaking. From the auspicious place given the large and talented band and the proceedings, I gathered that this ceremony was music-related, and a local confirmed for me that this was indeed the case; that this would soon be a place where the city could enjoy concerts together.<br><br> Given the greed and ruthlessness that was behind so much of the West's existence, I admit that I was much reassured by this city's many acts of public-mindedness.</blockquote></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">On one excellent day I wandered though the park finding my way to that glorious theater of nature. Such extraordinary examples of the natural world's cunning did I find there; a gruesome plant that traps and then feasts on insects not least among them. <br><br>Then I heard the sound of music, of a great band playing. I thought at first that I was dreaming, given the strange cast of mind that the garden's oddities had put me in; but then seeing many of the patrons hurrying towards the music's source, I realized it was real. Once outside I saw a crowd of astonishing size had gathered for a groundbreaking. From the auspicious place given the large and talented band and the proceedings, I gathered that this ceremony was music-related, and a local confirmed for me that this was indeed the case; that this would soon be a place where the city could enjoy concerts together.<br><br> Given the greed and ruthlessness that was behind so much of the West's existence, I admit that I was much reassured by this city's many acts of public-mindedness.</blockquote></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_10 |Clue 10]]</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_10 |Clue 10]]</td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">===Cylinder 11===</td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">Listen: [[Media:Cylinder11_1257638293.mp3| Cylinder11 Audio]]</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">It did cross my mind on more than one occasion that i might stay in San Francisco and make it my home. And the terrible news... terrible news from back East had brought Levi and myself closer together, making him feel like a second father to me.</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">However, I began to feel many of the same emotions that had driven me from New York all those years ago. I remembered my sense that I was taking this journey for Nathan as well as myself. I remembered the passage from Whitman that he'd quoted in his letter to me: "Be it as if I were with you. (Be not too certain but I am now with you.)" Maybe he now was.</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">But I also began to fear that I was fit for nothing but wandering, and pondered whether I would ever really be at home anywhere. Choosing to leave such questions to time, I said my farewells to Levi Strauss, and to San Francisco.</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">I had for some time been fascinated by the intoxication I saw gold cause in so many. This simple, earthly element had an unequalled power to get at the truth of men's souls - or perhaps it recreated their souls in its image. Whatever its true nature, I felt in me both a need to be tested further than I had been, and to attempt to carve out a fortune that I owed to no one but myself. And I saw in gold a chance to do both.</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">One day, whilst provisioning in a small-town Chinese mercantile in the Sierra foothills, I overheard two men speaking about a new find. Becoming aware of me standing nearby, one hushed up the other. I commenced pretending to inspect some shovel or another as they hurried away. Despite their attempts at stealth, I heard enough to give me some sense of their direction, and I knew it wouldn't take long to piece the rest of it together. As the Suns of the store's name wrapped my purchases for travel, the younger flashed me a conspiratorial grin. I was already hard at work on the puzzle of the find's location, and my focused expression must have given me away.</blockquote></td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_11 |Clue 11]]</td></tr>
</table></span>Drizjrhttps://goforth.wikibruce.com/index.php?title=Grayson_Ozias%27s_travel_diary&diff=373&oldid=prevLehall: /* Cylinder 10 */2009-11-06T20:23:43Z<p><span class="autocomment">Cylinder 10</span></p>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;"><blockquote>(''inaudible, ending in what sounds like "ouse" or perhaps the ending of Strauss'') I finally felt fit enough to begin my explorations.<br><br></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;"><blockquote>(''inaudible, ending in what sounds like "ouse" or perhaps the ending of Strauss'') I finally felt fit enough to begin my explorations.<br><br></td></tr>
<tr><td>-</td><td style="background: #ffa; font-size: smaller;">On one excellent day I wandered though the <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;"> ''</span>park<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">'' </span>finding my way to that glorious theater of nature. Such extraordinary examples of the natural world's cunning<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">(?) </span>did I find there; a gruesome plant that traps and then feasts on insects<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">, </span>not least among them. <br><br>Then I heard the sound of music<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">; </span>of a great band playing. I thought at first that I was dreaming given the strange cast of mind that the garden's oddities had put me in<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">, </span>but then seeing many of the patrons hurrying towards the music's source, I realized it was real. Once outside I saw a crowd of astonishing size had gathered for a <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">ground breaking</span>. From the auspicious place given the large and talented band and the proceedings, I gathered that this ceremony was music related and a local confirmed for me that this was indeed the case; that this would soon be a place where the city could enjoy concerts together.<br><br> Given the greed and ruthlessness that was behind so much of the West's existence, I admit that I was much reassured by this city's many acts of public mindedness.</blockquote></td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">On one excellent day I wandered though the park finding my way to that glorious theater of nature. Such extraordinary examples of the natural world's cunning did I find there; a gruesome plant that traps and then feasts on insects not least among them. <br><br>Then I heard the sound of music<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">, </span>of a great band playing. I thought at first that I was dreaming<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">, </span>given the strange cast of mind that the garden's oddities had put me in<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">; </span>but then seeing many of the patrons hurrying towards the music's source, I realized it was real. Once outside I saw a crowd of astonishing size had gathered for a <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">groundbreaking</span>. From the auspicious place given the large and talented band and the proceedings, I gathered that this ceremony was music<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">-</span>related<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">, </span>and a local confirmed for me that this was indeed the case; that this would soon be a place where the city could enjoy concerts together.<br><br> Given the greed and ruthlessness that was behind so much of the West's existence, I admit that I was much reassured by this city's many acts of public<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">-</span>mindedness.</blockquote></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_10 |Clue 10]]</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_10 |Clue 10]]</td></tr>
</table></span>Lehallhttps://goforth.wikibruce.com/index.php?title=Grayson_Ozias%27s_travel_diary&diff=366&oldid=prevDrizjr: added link to uploaded cylinder 10 audio2009-11-05T21:08:17Z<p>added link to uploaded cylinder 10 audio</p>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_9 |Clue 9]]</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_9 |Clue 9]]</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">===Cylinder 10===</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">===Cylinder 10===</td></tr>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;"><blockquote>(''inaudible, ending in what sounds like "ouse" or perhaps the ending of Strauss'') I finally felt fit enough to begin my explorations.<br><br></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;"><blockquote>(''inaudible, ending in what sounds like "ouse" or perhaps the ending of Strauss'') I finally felt fit enough to begin my explorations.<br><br></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">On one excellent day I wandered though the ''park'' finding my way to that glorious theater of nature. Such extraordinary examples of the natural world's cunning(?) did I find there; a gruesome plant that traps and then feasts on insects, not least among them. <br><br>Then I heard the sound of music; of a great band playing. I thought at first that I was dreaming given the strange cast of mind that the garden's oddities had put me in, but then seeing many of the patrons hurrying towards the music's source, I realized it was real. Once outside I saw a crowd of astonishing size had gathered for a ground breaking. From the auspicious place given the large and talented band and the proceedings, I gathered that this ceremony was music related and a local confirmed for me that this was indeed the case; that this would soon be a place where the city could enjoy concerts together.<br><br> Given the greed and ruthlessness that was behind so much of the West's existence, I admit that I was much reassured by this city's many acts of public mindedness.</blockquote></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">On one excellent day I wandered though the ''park'' finding my way to that glorious theater of nature. Such extraordinary examples of the natural world's cunning(?) did I find there; a gruesome plant that traps and then feasts on insects, not least among them. <br><br>Then I heard the sound of music; of a great band playing. I thought at first that I was dreaming given the strange cast of mind that the garden's oddities had put me in, but then seeing many of the patrons hurrying towards the music's source, I realized it was real. Once outside I saw a crowd of astonishing size had gathered for a ground breaking. From the auspicious place given the large and talented band and the proceedings, I gathered that this ceremony was music related and a local confirmed for me that this was indeed the case; that this would soon be a place where the city could enjoy concerts together.<br><br> Given the greed and ruthlessness that was behind so much of the West's existence, I admit that I was much reassured by this city's many acts of public mindedness.</blockquote></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_10 |Clue 10]]</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_10 |Clue 10]]</td></tr>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">I looked over and the two men had left without my noticing, and under the table by the Irish man's chair was a postcard he'd dropped there. I reached over and picked up the card. On it were words that, though written to another, spoke directly to me: "It is all here for us, brother, if we go forth and seek it. Tarry not a second longer."</blockquote></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">I looked over and the two men had left without my noticing, and under the table by the Irish man's chair was a postcard he'd dropped there. I reached over and picked up the card. On it were words that, though written to another, spoke directly to me: "It is all here for us, brother, if we go forth and seek it. Tarry not a second longer."</blockquote></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_1|Clue 1]]</span></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">===Cylinder 2===</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">===Cylinder 2===</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">Listen: [[Media:Cylinder2.mp3|Cylinder2 Audio]]<br></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">Listen: [[Media:Cylinder2.mp3|Cylinder2 Audio]]<br></td></tr>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">Nathan told me that he would look forward to my correspondence, and that his letters would be with his uncle Levi in San Francisco when I arrived there. Then he handed me that book, a book I'm holding right now as I speak these words to you. We said goodbye, and I turned towards the sea.</blockquote></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">Nathan told me that he would look forward to my correspondence, and that his letters would be with his uncle Levi in San Francisco when I arrived there. Then he handed me that book, a book I'm holding right now as I speak these words to you. We said goodbye, and I turned towards the sea.</blockquote></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_2| Clue 2]]</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">Listen: [[Media:Cylinder3.mp3|Cylinder3 Audio]]<br></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">Listen: [[Media:Cylinder3.mp3|Cylinder3 Audio]]<br></td></tr>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">I happened to have a stub of candle among my belongings, which I lit and added to his vigil. After a time, the man checked his watch and saw that it was eleven past eleven, telling me he must get back to his wife and child. He asked if I needed shelter; I gratefully accepted.</blockquote></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">I happened to have a stub of candle among my belongings, which I lit and added to his vigil. After a time, the man checked his watch and saw that it was eleven past eleven, telling me he must get back to his wife and child. He asked if I needed shelter; I gratefully accepted.</blockquote></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_3 |Clue 3]]</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">"[http://bible.cc/john/14-8.htm Show us the father, and that will be enough for us]," I recalled, as I played.</blockquote></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">"[http://bible.cc/john/14-8.htm Show us the father, and that will be enough for us]," I recalled, as I played.</blockquote></td></tr>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">Then, still attired in my bandstand finery, I cut a suitable appearance in the ballroom that evening, and soon found myself dancing with a young woman of the most charming appearance and demeanor. My lips, unfastened by wine and song, I regaled her with tales of my intentions, and she admitted that she'd also long dreamt of escape and adventure. We lost ourselves in the enchantment of that evening, and that is all I'll say on the matter. Her father, the hotel's owner, was none too pleased with our dalliance, and I found myself making use of that fire-proof lodging's escape ladders earlier the next morning than was comfortable.</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">Then, still attired in my bandstand finery, I cut a suitable appearance in the ballroom that evening, and soon found myself dancing with a young woman of the most charming appearance and demeanor. My lips, unfastened by wine and song, I regaled her with tales of my intentions, and she admitted that she'd also long dreamt of escape and adventure. We lost ourselves in the enchantment of that evening, and that is all I'll say on the matter. Her father, the hotel's owner, was none too pleased with our dalliance, and I found myself making use of that fire-proof lodging's escape ladders earlier the next morning than was comfortable.</td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_5 |Clue 5]]</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">I recalled that we played until [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dead_man%27s_hand I laid down a particular hand], which Knowles stared at, as if trying to remember something. "That's the last thing [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wild_Bill_Hickok Hickok] saw," he said, and suddenly returned to his cot without another word. The next day I awoke to my cell door being opened. Knowles was gone. I asked when he had been released, and the jailer looked at me like I was a madman. </td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">I recalled that we played until [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dead_man%27s_hand I laid down a particular hand], which Knowles stared at, as if trying to remember something. "That's the last thing [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Wild_Bill_Hickok Hickok] saw," he said, and suddenly returned to his cot without another word. The next day I awoke to my cell door being opened. Knowles was gone. I asked when he had been released, and the jailer looked at me like I was a madman. </td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_6 |Clue 6]]</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">During the many fine days that followed, Robert and I occupied a great deal of time playing horseshoes, often with [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elzy_Lay his friend Elzy]. Some days the three of us made perfunctory attempts to work his ranch, which was about as unproductive as any I'd seen in my life. However, the financials of the ranch seemed of little, if any, concern to Robert. And we were always soon back to horseshoes.</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">During the many fine days that followed, Robert and I occupied a great deal of time playing horseshoes, often with [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Elzy_Lay his friend Elzy]. Some days the three of us made perfunctory attempts to work his ranch, which was about as unproductive as any I'd seen in my life. However, the financials of the ranch seemed of little, if any, concern to Robert. And we were always soon back to horseshoes.</td></tr>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">Those [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Durango_%26_Silverton_Narrow_Gauge_Railroad skinny locomotive tracks] in and out of town and the stories and fortunes they carried kept the mood as high as the altitude. And though the scenery was as stirring as anything I'd yet seen in my travels, my eyes were heavy after so many weeks of riding to the Rockies. So I decided to drop off for a spell, and found myself drawn to a newer establishment with a [http://books.google.com/books?id=6hxBEcShbK8C&pg=PA118&lpg=PA118&dq=%22Peeples+Hotel.%22&source=bl&ots=nj3NoP0Tq6&sig=JU1NrCam2k109IgZ91kaXWnESKQ&hl=en&ei=VL3oSvbtM5DclAe1ubj9Bw&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=6&ved=0CCgQ6AEwBQ#v=onepage&q=%22Peeples%20Hotel.%22&f=false marquee declaring lodging for the people, though it had a peculiar way of saying it].</blockquote></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">Those [http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Durango_%26_Silverton_Narrow_Gauge_Railroad skinny locomotive tracks] in and out of town and the stories and fortunes they carried kept the mood as high as the altitude. And though the scenery was as stirring as anything I'd yet seen in my travels, my eyes were heavy after so many weeks of riding to the Rockies. So I decided to drop off for a spell, and found myself drawn to a newer establishment with a [http://books.google.com/books?id=6hxBEcShbK8C&pg=PA118&lpg=PA118&dq=%22Peeples+Hotel.%22&source=bl&ots=nj3NoP0Tq6&sig=JU1NrCam2k109IgZ91kaXWnESKQ&hl=en&ei=VL3oSvbtM5DclAe1ubj9Bw&sa=X&oi=book_result&ct=result&resnum=6&ved=0CCgQ6AEwBQ#v=onepage&q=%22Peeples%20Hotel.%22&f=false marquee declaring lodging for the people, though it had a peculiar way of saying it].</blockquote></td></tr>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">Given that the villains had seen fit to rob me of every coin, the following day, I reluctantly sold the horse Robert had given me.</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">Given that the villains had seen fit to rob me of every coin, the following day, I reluctantly sold the horse Robert had given me.</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">And though I thought to arm myself with the money and return to Snug Harbor to exact revenge, I eventually returned to my senses.</blockquote></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">And though I thought to arm myself with the money and return to Snug Harbor to exact revenge, I eventually returned to my senses.</blockquote></td></tr>
<tr><td>-</td><td style="background: #ffa; font-size: smaller;"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;"><span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">See [[Wax_Cylinders#Clue_9 |Clue 9]]</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;"><blockquote>(''inaudible, ending in what sounds like "ouse" or perhaps the ending of Strauss'') I finally felt fit enough to begin my explorations.<br><br></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;"><blockquote>(''inaudible, ending in what sounds like "ouse" or perhaps the ending of Strauss'') I finally felt fit enough to begin my explorations.<br><br></td></tr>
<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">On one excellent day I wandered though the ''park'' finding my way to that glorious theater of nature. Such extraordinary examples of the natural world's cunning(?) did I find there; a gruesome plant that traps and then feasts on insects, not least among them. <br><br>Then I heard the sound of music; of a great band playing. I thought at first that I was dreaming given the strange cast of mind that the garden's oddities had put me in, but then seeing many of the patrons hurrying towards the music's source, I realized it was real. Once outside I saw a crowd of astonishing size had gathered for a ground breaking. From the auspicious place given the large and talented band and the proceedings, I gathered that this ceremony was music related and a local confirmed for me that this was indeed the case; that this would soon be a place where the city could enjoy concerts together.<br><br> Given the greed and ruthlessness that was behind so much of the West's existence, I admit that I was much reassured by this city's many acts of public mindedness.</blockquote></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">On one excellent day I wandered though the ''park'' finding my way to that glorious theater of nature. Such extraordinary examples of the natural world's cunning(?) did I find there; a gruesome plant that traps and then feasts on insects, not least among them. <br><br>Then I heard the sound of music; of a great band playing. I thought at first that I was dreaming given the strange cast of mind that the garden's oddities had put me in, but then seeing many of the patrons hurrying towards the music's source, I realized it was real. Once outside I saw a crowd of astonishing size had gathered for a ground breaking. From the auspicious place given the large and talented band and the proceedings, I gathered that this ceremony was music related and a local confirmed for me that this was indeed the case; that this would soon be a place where the city could enjoy concerts together.<br><br> Given the greed and ruthlessness that was behind so much of the West's existence, I admit that I was much reassured by this city's many acts of public mindedness.</blockquote></td></tr>
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</table></span>Drizjrhttps://goforth.wikibruce.com/index.php?title=Grayson_Ozias%27s_travel_diary&diff=363&oldid=prevDrizjr: added transcript for cylinder 10 with stub for mp32009-11-05T20:22:27Z<p>added transcript for cylinder 10 with stub for mp3</p>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">Given that the villains had seen fit to rob me of every coin, the following day, I reluctantly sold the horse Robert had given me.</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">Given that the villains had seen fit to rob me of every coin, the following day, I reluctantly sold the horse Robert had given me.</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">And though I thought to arm myself with the money and return to Snug Harbor to exact revenge, I eventually returned to my senses.</blockquote></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">And though I thought to arm myself with the money and return to Snug Harbor to exact revenge, I eventually returned to my senses.</blockquote></td></tr>
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<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;"><blockquote>(''inaudible, ending in what sounds like "ouse" or perhaps the ending of Strauss'') I finally felt fit enough to begin my explorations.<br><br></td></tr>
<tr><td colspan="2"> </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">On one excellent day I wandered though the ''park'' finding my way to that glorious theater of nature. Such extraordinary examples of the natural world's cunning(?) did I find there; a gruesome plant that traps and then feasts on insects, not least among them. <br><br>Then I heard the sound of music; of a great band playing. I thought at first that I was dreaming given the strange cast of mind that the garden's oddities had put me in, but then seeing many of the patrons hurrying towards the music's source, I realized it was real. Once outside I saw a crowd of astonishing size had gathered for a ground breaking. From the auspicious place given the large and talented band and the proceedings, I gathered that this ceremony was music related and a local confirmed for me that this was indeed the case; that this would soon be a place where the city could enjoy concerts together.<br><br> Given the greed and ruthlessness that was behind so much of the West's existence, I admit that I was much reassured by this city's many acts of public mindedness.</blockquote></td></tr>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">===Cylinder 9===</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">===Cylinder 9===</td></tr>
<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">Listen: [[Media:Cylinder9_1257024237.mp3|Cylinder9 Audio]]</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">Listen: [[Media:Cylinder9_1257024237.mp3|Cylinder9 Audio]]</td></tr>
<tr><td>-</td><td style="background: #ffa; font-size: smaller;"><blockquote> I was worn clear through from my many hundreds of miles riding through the vaguest of trails and sleeping mostly out of doors; but soon the Pacific was drawing me near and my excitement fortified me. I liveried my pony and set out into that strange arboreal necropolis.<br></td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;"><blockquote> I was worn clear through from my many hundreds of miles riding through the vaguest of trails and sleeping mostly out of doors; but soon the Pacific was drawing me near and my excitement fortified me. I liveried my pony and set out into that strange <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nicknames_of_Portland,_Oregon#Stumptown </span>arboreal necropolis<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">]</span>.<br></td></tr>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">After finding modest lodging, I sought somewhere warm and dry for a meal and draught or two. The Snug Harbor was filled with an equal portion of logging men and sailors. I soon found myself in the amusing company of a diminutive man who told me he hailed originally from Liverpool. A convivial sort, he kept the tavern keeper busy on our behalf, preventing me from ever adding a coin to the steadily growing pile before us.</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">After finding modest lodging, I sought somewhere warm and dry for a meal and draught or two. The Snug Harbor was filled with an equal portion of logging men and sailors. I soon found myself in the amusing company of a diminutive man who told me he hailed originally from Liverpool. A convivial sort, he kept the tavern keeper busy on our behalf, preventing me from ever adding a coin to the steadily growing pile before us.</td></tr>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">The next thing I remembered after that, I was in some dank cavern with the sound of snoring all around me. My shoulder ached as if from a fall; the light of a single, sputtering torch shone off the slick, stone walls and I was able to make out that we were behind rusty iron bars. <br></td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">The next thing I remembered after that, I was in some dank cavern with the sound of snoring all around me. My shoulder ached as if from a fall; the light of a single, sputtering torch shone off the slick, stone walls and I was able to make out that we were behind rusty iron bars. <br></td></tr>
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<tr><td>-</td><td style="background: #ffa; font-size: smaller;">A group of men arrived and were directed by that Liverpudlian to gather us up for transport. They proceeded to wrap us in burlap as if for a burial at sea. I fained unconsciousness seeing that there was no chance for escape in that dungeon. </td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">A group of men arrived and were directed by that <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joseph_Kelly_(crimper) </span>Liverpudlian<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">] </span>to gather us up for transport. They proceeded to wrap us in burlap as if for a burial at sea. I fained unconsciousness seeing that there was no chance for escape in that dungeon. </td></tr>
<tr><td>-</td><td style="background: #ffa; font-size: smaller;">They lowered us like logs onto a cart and started wheeling us down a cramped and stinking tunnel; the sound of ship bells grew louder as we went.<br></td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;">They lowered us like logs onto a cart and started wheeling us down a cramped and stinking <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">[http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shanghai_tunnels </span>tunnel<span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">]</span>; the sound of ship bells grew louder as we went.<br></td></tr>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">After a time, the cart stopped and the men began passing us down a gangplank like cargo. When they got to me, I suddenly set myself to convulsing until they lost their hold. Then I fell for what seemed an eternity before hitting the icy water.</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">After a time, the cart stopped and the men began passing us down a gangplank like cargo. When they got to me, I suddenly set myself to convulsing until they lost their hold. Then I fell for what seemed an eternity before hitting the icy water.</td></tr>
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<tr><td>-</td><td style="background: #ffa; font-size: smaller;"><blockquote> I was worn clear through from my many hundreds of miles riding through the vaguest of trails and sleeping mostly out of doors; but soon the Pacific was drawing me near and my excitement fortified me. I liveried my pony and set out into that strange arboreal <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">micropolis</span>.<br></td><td>+</td><td style="background: #cfc; font-size: smaller;"><blockquote> I was worn clear through from my many hundreds of miles riding through the vaguest of trails and sleeping mostly out of doors; but soon the Pacific was drawing me near and my excitement fortified me. I liveried my pony and set out into that strange arboreal <span style="color: red; font-weight: bold;">necropolis</span>.<br></td></tr>
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<tr><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">After finding modest lodging, I sought somewhere warm and dry for a meal and draught or two. The Snug Harbor was filled with an equal portion of logging men and sailors. I soon found myself in the amusing company of a diminutive man who told me he hailed originally from Liverpool. A convivial sort, he kept the tavern keeper busy on our behalf, preventing me from ever adding a coin to the steadily growing pile before us.</td><td> </td><td style="background: #eee; font-size: smaller;">After finding modest lodging, I sought somewhere warm and dry for a meal and draught or two. The Snug Harbor was filled with an equal portion of logging men and sailors. I soon found myself in the amusing company of a diminutive man who told me he hailed originally from Liverpool. A convivial sort, he kept the tavern keeper busy on our behalf, preventing me from ever adding a coin to the steadily growing pile before us.</td></tr>
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