Day 12

[Norbert]

Temperature 45-55, Wind fro West 15-30 mph, Overcast sky.

1500-1600: small raid by 6 natives

2300-2400: Small Earth Quake (Richter Force 3). Panics animals.

[Highlander]

OOC: Now that this day has started, should I just abandon the previous day?

[Ward]

OOC: Now that this day has started, should I just abandon the previous day?
No post day 11 thing on day 11 and new things on 12

[Norbert]

Norbert woke up, and crawled out of his sleeping bag, and shivered. 'Chilly morning', he thought to himself as he huridly got dressed and checked his equipment. The scouting the day before was promising, and he thought that one of the clearings they had found might be a good place for the camp, though he hoped there might be a better place. They had gone down to the shore of the bay, and followed it north in the morning, crossing several creeks along the way until they spotted a large hill rising up before them. Proceeding with caution, they climbed it and found a area that afforded a view to the south. 'Guys, this is a beautiful place. We should do well here.' It looked like the plain by the bay was 2-3 miles wide, and extended to the south towards what might become Alameda. The soil was rich to the feel, and should be good for planting. There were many trees that looked good for lumber, and the hills to the east may be able to provide stone for building, and hopefully other resources. The several creeks seemed to run mostly through chanels in the rock 12-25 feet wide and 6-12 feet deep. 'To bad we don't have the equipment to pump the water, irrigation that way would be easy. As it is, we could dam some of these things, but have to create channels through the rock at the top of the walls.' Relectantly giving up the view, they headed down the hill to where the guards were guarding the horses. To the south anyway, there did not seem to be signs of habitation, though it would be easy to be wrong. Heading back they spotted a deer near the tree line, and one of the guards brought it down with a single shot. Fresh meat for supper sounded pretty good, and the evening they ate well.

Going out of the tent, Norbert gathered the last of the meat, and began fixing up the fire to heat it for the scouting party for breakfast.

[General_Paul]

Paul awoke from his small shelter to a new day on San Francisco bay. The sky was overcast, showing few signs of the sun. He looked to the west, out to the bay, and farther out to the ocean. He decided to follow a map of the Bay area from the 1940's, and move himself to the area near the mouth of the straight separating Alameda from the mainland. He quietly packed up his possesions, and began to make his way to the area, when he heard a war cry from the south.

Suddenly, he saw a single native making his way out of the thicket of brush near him. He knew that there would be more than just one. The native stared him down, waiting for him to make a move, his hands taunt on a spear. Paul quickly grabbed his colt 1911 from its holster, and dropped to the ground as the spear passed overhead, he tucked and rolled to the left. He quickly stood up, and fired four shots into the native, dead. He knew the settlement had to be warned in case others came. He checked his gun, no incindeary rounds. Thinking quickly, he got his dog on the wagon, struck up the horse, and rode in the general direction of the settlement to warn them of an attack, hopefully in time...

[Psychomeltdown]

OOC: Think things as stated above should be discussed prior to their occurring.

[Norbert]

OOC: A single person, Ward and I think it could be happening. Let us leave it.



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The group of 6 natives had been watching the strangers for 3 days now, cautiously following them as they went about their daily lives. How oblivious they seemed to the land around them. Yesterday, they watched the ones who had gone to fish. And the surprise at the knife that glinted in the sun, and cut the fish with so little effort. The bravest of the watchers decided he would get one of these knives, and today he watched intently for the opportunity. The man was on his knees cleaning a fish, and reached over and set the knife on a log beside him, reaching for one of the things they used to carry water for themselves in. This was the time to act.

NPC Tom sighed and set aside the knife. Gutting one fish was simple, gutting ten a bit difficult, gutting fifty? Well, that’s when the ache in the arms began, and the crick in the back began to become a bother. He looked toward the pile of fish that still needed going through.

Grimm had been correct in that there was a lot of fish in the water. So much so that the twenty fishermen who had signed up for the job were kind of overwhelmed with the amount that they had been bringing it.

Of course, it wouldn’t last long. Not even in this time period were things inexhaustible. But then again, they weren’t going to be long here.

Stretching a bit, Tom reached for his canteen, which lay with the rest of his tools of the trade. Mainly knives, hooks, lines. He hadn’t really known what they were going to do, therefore he had packed a lot of things that had proven unnecessary. Fishing beat cutting firewood or digging shit pits.

There was a muffled snap of a twig and Tom turned and saw a shadow descend upon him.

”What-”

The words were barely out of his mouth when something fast and dark swung down and a bright white flare of pain exploded along his face, then there was darkness.

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Psychomeltdown stacked another bucket of fish onto the small cart they were using. The smell was getting to him, although he had been told that there wasn’t really much of a small, not on fresh fish. It still stunk to him. Maybe it was just his deep loathing of the creature that was bothering him.

Whatever it was, psycho would be glad to leave. It was almost four O’clock and he had things to take care of in the 4H club., then there was the daily deconstruction of the water pump. In this chilly weather, Psycho didn’t look forward to it.

There was a sudden shout and then yelling. Psycho tossed the bucket onto the cart and looked about. People were pointed toward a wooded part of the river and Psycho followed their gesturing.

He gaped for a moment and then realized what he was seeing.

Six natives were gathered at the edge of the fishing area, they were short, dark, and carrying what looked to be clubs and spears.

“Tom!” Someone shouted.

Psycho saw a figure lying at the foot of the group of natives. Fear seized him as he remembered the first scouting mission and the child the day before. Could this be an attack for not pulling the child’s body from the river?

A shot rang in the air and Psycho saw dust explode from the ground twenty feet from the natives. He looked around to see one of the fishermen holding a rifle, trying to load another round.

“Cut that shit out!” Psycho yelled, pulling the rifle from the man’s hand. Gods! What kind of reaction was that? Shooting at people.

Psycho looked back to the spot where the natives had been standing, they were gone, but Tom was still lying there..

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Toms jaw hurt, and there was a tugging at it. He started to raise his hand up, when it was stopped by someone. He opened his eyes as hands took him by the head, holding it immobile. 'Don't move, or your going to get a worse scar!!! Nice bit of work, if I say so myself! came the voice of Doctor Glenn.

[pisces74]

Pisces, Jen, and Mbarry's sister looked out over the group of about 60 children between the ages 3 to 14 that had gathered into the impromtu "school field." OK KIDS! TODAY WE"RE GOING TO LEARN ABOUT GUN SAFETY, DANGEROUS ANIMALS, WHAT TO DO IF YOU'RE LOST, AND SOME BASIC SELF DEFENSE TECHNIQUES." Pisces shouted. The women went though the crowd and set up three different "classes" with an older child designated as a "monitor" for the younger children in the group. This first day was planned to be used as an organization, and indoctrination day. Teaching the kids to line up(for the young'uns) and how to form ranks of 2 and 4 for PE drills.

[Matt]

"Fall In!" Top Perdedor shouted out.

The assemble company did their imitation of coming to attention. The mixture of clothing gave the formation a distinct non-military impression. Enough though seemed to have been given the khaki shirt, and olive green pants by the ASBs. Oddly enough the clothing were all of the same style and cuts. As if the ASBs could read into the intentions of the young men, and tell they would be standing in this formation this chilly morning.

"Report." The First Sergent snapped. He looked over to 1st Platoon's Sergent.

"All Present and Accounted for." The former Air Force Sergent responded.

"Very Well." Top turned his head to the 2nd Platoon.

"All Present."

"Very Well." Then to the 3rd.

"All Present and Accounted for."

"Very Well." With that Top executed an about face.

On cue, Captain Barry marched out to take the First Sergents report. Satisfied he called out. "All right. Give me a school circle right here."

The company broke, and gathered around their CO and First Sergent. The young men removed their hats, and revealed their bald heads. The night before some enterprising Citizen came to the CO with a way to shave their heads. In true boot fashion.

"Nice haircuts," Matt said. "I better wear sunglasses around you guys." There was a polite laughter. After that Matt removed his own cover(As a proper military man would call it.) His head was just as bald as the others.

"Figured its all fair...."

[Ward]

"Fall In!" Top Perdedor shouted out.

The assemble company did their imitation of coming to attention. The mixture of clothing gave the formation a distinct non-military impression. Enough though seemed to have been given the khaki shirt, and olive green pants by the ASBs. Oddly enough the clothing were all of the same style and cuts. As if the ASBs could read into the intentions of the young men, and tell they would be standing in this formation this chilly morning.

"Report." The First Sergent snapped. He looked over to 1st Platoon's Sergent.

"All Present and Accounted for." The former Air Force Sergent responded.

"Very Well." Top turned his head to the 2nd Platoon.

"All Present."

"Very Well." Then to the 3rd.

"All Present and Accounted for."

"Very Well." With that Top executed an about face.

On cue, Captain Barry marched out to take the First Sergents report. Satisfied he called out. "All right. Give me a school circle right here."

The company broke, and gathered around their CO and First Sergent. The young men removed their hats, and revealed their bald heads. The night before some enterprising Citizen came to the CO with a way to shave their heads. In true boot fashion.

"Nice haircuts," Matt said. "I better wear sunglasses around you guys." There was a polite laughter. After that Matt removed his own cover(As a proper military man would call it.) His head was just as bald as the others.

"Figured its all fair...."


Frank looks at the the Chrome Dooms and shook his head thats part of the reason I'm out of the Army

Frank joins the group and laughts as he takes off his hat . He has no hair on the top of his head . But he has a full beard .

Well Matt what on the plate for today .

[Matt]

Frank looks at the the Chrome Dooms and shook his head thats part of the reason I'm out of the Army

Frank joins the group and laughts as he takes off his hat . He has no hair on the top of his head . But he has a full beard .

Well Matt what on the plate for today .

With the Platoons re-formed and sent on their merry way, Matt turned his attention to Frank.

"Well, like any goods prior enlisted, I let my senor NCOs do what they do best. So whats up Top?"

"Football, sir"

"Football?"

"Well yes, sir. We're breaking it up by squads. Help builds small unit cohesion. And it serves as PT as well."

"Pretty good idea. Carry one then Top." Top Perdedor walked away to control his gaggle of a company. He yelled something at some lazy Privates as he walked off. "See gotta have good Sergents." he said with a smile.

[Highlander]

Jordan's morning ritual was interupted by something that had never happened to him before.

As he set the logs up in his fire hole for his morning fire, the sound of snapping sticks reached his ears. Expecting to see one of the settlers, he looked tiredly up. However, his eyes widened as he saw the copper skinned native. He was tall for a native, and wore their traditional clothing. His face was hard, but there was a sense of calmness in it.

Jordan jumped up. Generally in the morning he didn't carry any weapons; there never seemed a need for it. He reached for the cooking knife that he had set out, holding it blade down. But as he stood bent and ready to spring, the Indian raised his hands. At this moment Jordan saw that he carried no weapons, and recognized this as a sign of peace.

Instantly he dropped the knife. He was perfectly capable of defending himself even without it. Matching the native's signal, he raised his hands.

He said something in his language, which Jordan only understood bits and pieces of. When he came here, one of the first things he did was try to learn the natives language. Seeing that Jordan didn't fully understand him, he pointed to the knife that lay on the ground. Jordan smiled, and motioned for him to sit by him at the fire.

[Hendryk]

For the last two days Hendryk and Wendy had been experimenting with paper-making. The first attempt had come out surprisingly well, considering their complete lack of experience, but it was little more than a case of beginner's luck: the following batches had been complete failures, the pulpy paste of wood byproducts had somehow turned into a foul-smelling, lumpy oatmeal. Only perseverance and a long, frustrating string of trials and errors had enabled them to develop a somewhat reliable procedure for obtaining the desired result. The next challenge was to replicate it on a larger scale.
"What do you think we'll call our business?" Hendryk asked as they were taking a break.
"I was thinking of 3-0-2," Wendy replied, wiping sweat from her forehead.
"Strange name for a paper-making company, or any company for that matter," he pondered. "As far as I know, those aren't particularly lucky numbers anyway. Or have I missed something?"
"I didn't choose them for that reason, but yes, you've missed something. 302 is the number of years to go until the Yellow Emperor ascends to the throne of China."
"As Goethe said of the Chinese, 'Those people were writing books when we were still dwelling in woods'. Well, dwelling in woods is what we're going to do for quite a while, but we'll be writing books anyway."

[Flocculencio]

Flocc lay contentedly by the fire.

So far this was proving to be a pretty plum assignment. The surveyors were doing their technical stuff and as a result the Rangers just needed to rotate in two man teams to provide them with security and another team to patrol the general area. This meant that there was quite a lot of downtime.

The overcast sky meant that there might be rain later and there was thick fog every morning and evening but this didn't bother Flocc much.

Beats a South-East Asian monsoon...and the Bay beats a rainforest hands down. Thank the Compassionate Buddha that Ian didn't live somewhere like Borneo or Central America...

[Othniel]

Beats a South-East Asian monsoon...and the Bay beats a rainforest hands down. Thank the Compassionate Buddha that Ian didn't live somewhere like Borneo or Central America...
Or Salt Lake City....:p :p :eek:

[SionEwig]

Or Salt Lake City....:p :p :eek:

HA! Salt Lake City would have been fine. We might would have needed to spread out a bit more, but I can think of many very fertile areas around there, not to mention numerous very large mineral resources.

Plus at least one area that probably holds a gate to somewhere else:D

[SionEwig]

Flocc lay contentedly by the fire.

So far this was proving to be a pretty plum assignment. The surveyors were doing their technical stuff and as a result the Rangers just needed to rotate in two man teams to provide them with security and another team to patrol the general area. This meant that there was quite a lot of downtime.

The overcast sky meant that there might be rain later and there was thick fog every morning and evening but this didn't bother Flocc much.

Beats a South-East Asian monsoon...and the Bay beats a rainforest hands down. Thank the Compassionate Buddha that Ian didn't live somewhere like Borneo or Central America...

This might be better than what the Rangers are going through back at Fort Ian, but I can guarentee you that the survey teams will have lots of idiot work for you lounging Rangers to do.

[Norbert]

HA! Salt Lake City would have been fine. We might would have needed to spread out a bit more, but I can think of many very fertile areas around there, not to mention numerous very large mineral resources.

Plus at least one area that probably holds a gate to somewhere else:D

Is that a gate going up, or down?:D

[Othniel]

HA! Salt Lake City would have been fine. We might would have needed to spread out a bit more, but I can think of many very fertile areas around there, not to mention numerous very large mineral resources.

Plus at least one area that probably holds a gate to somewhere else:D
Shh... SLC is a desert. We have Kennecott for materials, but the big water source is all Salt...only brine lives there...and then we do have the mountains, but I doubt we could survive the snow, and well, qaulity land does have problems...

...and Stop rousing those whom would potentially move here!

[Ward]

Or Salt Lake City....:p :p :eek:


Or how about Marequette Miich. It gets lots of snow and can get damn cold up there .

[Grimm Reaper]

Strange. Why are we fishing at 4PM? We should be fishing from 6-9AM and 6-9PM(roughly) and have the period from 9AM to 6PM free for other work and perhaps a siesta. Of course we will be jumping from stream/river to stream/river to avoid overfishing. Also, buckets? The salmon and cod are probably starting at 3-4 feet and 30 pounds.

Another beautiful day and a bit chilly in the early morning, just the way I like it when Reaperette and I share the sleeping bag.;)

Things were going well, and in a week or two Grimm felt he would have a crew of fishermen and carpenters with basic experience to get started on the port he wanted. Probably on a major river up to half a mile from the sea, to gain the benefit of immediate fresh water and spawning fish in the autumn while still being close to the sea. He laughed again at the thought of his living at Berkeley and wondered if he would be able to rename it something like Rolfestown or Walkerville(:D ). More likely he would be slightly north near the sight of Alameda-once-was-there.

Another laugh when he thought about all this comments about how much fish there was. Wait til they saw the spawing runs in the autumn! He just hoped they could get at least one boat big enough for tuna by then. More than 1500 pounds fish/meat in one shot was too good to pass up and it was the most popular fish too.

Grimm stopped momentarily from supervising his crew. He was able to do more work on his own now that they were picking up the skills but still felt the need to watch and take notes now and then. Now he had a very good idea: Fish wheels! Popular in the Pacific Northwest, properly built each could produce several hundred fish in a single hour and the only effort after construction was to prepare the fish. It would never work for the mammoth sturgeon and other larger fish but could still produce amazingly well and...

...what was that ruckus?

Tom! A native had struck him and was grabbing something!

Grimm grabbed for his crossbow and took off the safety and prepared to...Damn! Times like this you have to remind yourself that the safety can't be forgotten on a 120lb draw crossbow but now there were too many people in the way to take a shot and...he shouted for Doctor Glenn.

Not too much blood, maybe Tom would be OK?

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As night fell Grimm headed back to the base camp, relieved that Tom would be OK and concerned. Between the need to post a guard or two, and the natives understandable eagerness for metal, he could foresee a waste of effort and growing tensions in the near future. Unless...he would have to see Doctor What and find out if this idea was even practical before approaching the council...

[Flocculencio]

This might be better than what the Rangers are going through back at Fort Ian, but I can guarentee you that the survey teams will have lots of idiot work for you lounging Rangers to do.

OOC: Certainly- as senior Ranger officer on-site I'll be glad to delegate any tasks you have in mind :D

[Highlander]

The Indian, who Jordan assumed was named Raterehsa from the way he motioned to himself and said the word, ended up staying for a quick dinner.

Jordan new less about the language than he thought. When he tried to say sentances in their language, Raterehsa would just look at him blankely. Finally he just gave up, and they both sat down in front of the fire. Even though each signaled piece, they were both on edge.

Without any further introduction, Raterehsa showed his intentions. He pointed towards an object near Jordan, saying some obscure word. Jordan picked up each object in turn, and Raterehsa shook his head, until he picked up his cooking knife. The Native nodded, and reached into his pouch. But as he did, Jordan shook his head.

"No - present," he said, slowly.

The native stopped and looked at him again, blankely. Jordan smiled and turned the knife over so he held the blade, and handed it to him handle first. He jumped, as the object was extended to him, jumping up. Even so, he reached out and grabbed the knife.

"There we go - that wasn't so bad, now was it?" he said to himself, eyeing the Native.

Without notice, the Native turned and ran back into the woods with the knife.

[Ghost 88]

OOC, All encouters with natives/dangerous wild life should be reported to both the Sheriff and Rangers.Just mention in post you sent runner. :)

[Highlander]

OOC: Jordan is kind of leery of the current government, most likely he will keep it to himself. There were no witnesses unless someone witnessed them meeting.

[Psychomeltdown]

OOC: Jordan is kind of leery of the current government, most likely he will keep it to himself. There were no witnesses unless someone witnessed them meeting.
OOC: so you're lugging about 1340 lbs of food and equipment, along with two animals, and by yourself? This is not just being leery about the Camp, it's be unnecessarily reckless, like Gen Paul heading out.

[Highlander]

OOC: so you're lugging about 1340 lbs of food and equipment, along with two animals, and by yourself? This is not just being leery about the Camp, it's be unnecessarily reckless, like Gen Paul heading out.

OOC: I have one animal which is a horse, and I WILL contribute it to the community. However, I've grown very fond of this horse and it is of very pure breed, so if it gets killed or hurt along the way, I demand compensation doublefold.

As I'm contributing the horse, I expect the my food and equipment will be taken care of. If none of this will happen, than I will drop half of my stuff and go by myself.

[SionEwig]

OOC: I have one animal which is a horse, and I WILL contribute it to the community. However, I've grown very fond of this horse and it is of very pure breed, so if it gets killed or hurt along the way, I demand compensation doublefold.

As I'm contributing the horse, I expect the my food and equipment will be taken care of. If none of this will happen, than I will drop half of my stuff and go by myself.

Without a doubt your stuff will be transported to the Berkeley site (that is if you are not staying at Fort Ian), along with you probably accompanying it (and don't forget about you supermodel babe wife or real life one if you have such).

[Highlander]

Without a doubt your stuff will be transported to the Berkeley site (that is if you are not staying at Fort Ian), along with you probably accompanying it (and don't forget about you supermodel babe wife or real life one if you have such).

Jeez, I completely forgot about the wife part. I'll add her into the posts from now on.

[SionEwig]

Jeez, I completely forgot about the wife part. I'll add her into the posts from now on.

Well, who did you bring as your wife? You know, with all the eye candy around, it will be a wonder that we get any work done on some days :D .

[Glen]

Well, who did you bring as your wife? You know, with all the eye candy around, it will be a wonder that we get any work done on some days :D .

Well, they aren't going to be looking very glamorous after days and days of hard work, no makeup or hair products, and a limited wardrobe.

[Highlander]

I have one person in mind who is more of a best friend, but we could say she is a wife. Her name is Kayla, and I guess she is devoutly Christian, so that could make things interesting . . .

Another idea I had: Could I meet someone in the colony and hook up with them?

[SionEwig]

Well, they aren't going to be looking very glamorous after days and days of hard work, no makeup or hair products, and a limited wardrobe.

While you are correct to a certain point here, I think that the wet t shirt contest on Day 9 would have stopped most work :D

[Norbert]

While you are correct to a certain point here, I think that the wet t shirt contest on Day 9 would have stopped most work :D


I Missed A Wet T-Shirt Contest???????? Crap.


Highlander, you could hook up with Ward or Glenn, they are directing much of the daily activities, and go from there.

[Ghost 88]

I have one person in mind who is more of a best friend, but we could say she is a wife. Her name is Kayla, and I guess she is devoutly Christian, so that could make things interesting . . .

Another idea I had: Could I meet someone in the colony and hook up with them?
Bringing a clone of your friend is a good idea.It is what I did. IMO it is better to have a person you know and respect than a nitwit like Paris. Other wise as said get with Ward for an idea on what to be doing.

[Psychomeltdown]

OOC: I have one animal which is a horse, and I WILL contribute it to the community. However, I've grown very fond of this horse and it is of very pure breed, so if it gets killed or hurt along the way, I demand compensation doublefold.

As I'm contributing the horse, I expect the my food and equipment will be taken care of. If none of this will happen, than I will drop half of my stuff and go by myself.
OOC: Well if the horse is a purebred, then why bring it? any of it's offspring is not going to be purebred. And why do we need to compensate you Doublefold? In all honesty your horse is not special, unless it can out haul or out work any of the draft animals we have at the moment. Also accidents do happen, in such an incident, you will be compensated the standard amount.

Equipment is pretty much your responsibly, either you find someone to take care of it or you do it yourself. the Council is not responsible for lost or stolen items.

Isn't the food being rationed anyway? I thought that was the agreed consensus?

[Norbert]

OOC: Well if the horse is a purebred, then why bring it? any of it's offspring is not going to be purebred. And why do we need to compensate you Doublefold? In all honesty your horse is not special, unless it can out haul or out work any of the draft animals we have at the moment. Also accidents do happen, in such an incident, you will be compensated the standard amount.


Actually, the breed I chose could out haul many draft animals, in a couple of instances that were recorded, they were able to pull logs other draft horses could not move. And it is an excellent riding animal, one of the Vermont Cavalrys rode examples of my horses breed in the ACW, as did two very famous generals.

The Breed? The Morgan

[Flocculencio]

Bringing a clone of your friend is a good idea.It is what I did. IMO it is better to have a person you know and respect than a nitwit like Paris.

Yep- that's what I did. Also, with the really small and skinny body structure that's popular in the modelling/entertainment world these days we're going to have some serious birthing problems when people start coming to term.
Go for the wide, childbearing hips- that's what I did.

[Ghost 88]

Yep- that's what I did. Also, with the really small and skinny body structure that's popular in the modelling/entertainment world these days we're going to have some serious birthing problems when people start coming to term.
Go for the wide, childbearing hips- that's what I did.
Hips don't matter so much with my choice as she turned 52 last November:D

[SionEwig]

Actually, the breed I chose could out haul many draft animals, in a couple of instances that were recorded, they were able to pull logs other draft horses could not move. And it is an excellent riding animal, one of the Vermont Cavalrys rode examples of my horses breed in the ACW, as did two very famous generals.

The Breed? The Morgan

I seem to remember that others brought Morgans also. Excellent breed.

[jolo]

Finally some of our chickens hatched from their eggs. My wife fed them. After that, she showed them to the neighbours. Lots of kids wanted to touch the chicken and play with them.

I spent the morning looking what others did in terms of farming and gardening, to avoid wasting too much time with futile or wasteful efforts.

Later, I had some time to do some work on my fields, the irrigation system, and my future pond. My neighbours already did a lot of work there. My plan was to flood a big area, removing the water from the whole creek, collecting tons of fish, and letting the water find its way through the soil and the irrigation system. Later, some fish could be collected from the areas not flooded anymore, while the remaining fish and the stirred up soil would be good for fertilizing the fields. I'd have to call in a lot of help for that.

In the evening, I returned, tired and cold, to hear from Tom being attacked by Amerindians and lots of other contacts. With all the gossip and stories going around, it was difficult to determine what really happened.

Fort Monties executive had finally decided what was becoming obvious anyways - the people staying would mainly concentrate around the fishing camp, while Fort Monty would gradually be reduced to a fort with only few settlers. The leader of the fishing camp and the leader of Fort Monty got in an argument about who'd be in charge. Monties "Mayor" wanted to become the leader of all the southern camps, while the leader of the fishing camp wanted each camp to be independent, and only responsible to Glen Finney.

Shortly after I went to bed, the animals got nervous and a small earth quake shook the ground. I ran outside in my Pyjama and helped calm the animals, to avoid them breaking the corrals. My wife helped calm down the children. It was funny to see everyone in underwear or sleeping clothes.