14 September

Posted on September 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

I awoke to the hammering of the sleeping car attendant who hollered through the door that we would be arriving in Deadwood within the hour. My my! Fawcett.

29 August

Posted on August 28, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Miss Allie Astell’s (my erstwhile biographer and sometime expedition organiser) mysterious disappearance and the need to cope with the ensuing hullabaloo had delayed my departure to the grand ol' USA. Receiving the delightful news that my dear chum is now safe and sound and with these unseemly shenanigans hopefully at an end, I apply a liberal dollop of my patent pomade and with a spring in my step, set off once again in search of my fortune. It is with no little excitement that I board the sleeping car of the Chicago and Northwestern railroad bound for Deadwood, South Dakota. Yee Hah! Fawcett.

Olde American Train

27 July

Posted on July 26, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Whilst on this quest for yet more wealth, I fully intend to effect an introduction and make the acquaintance of Frederick Pharkas the famed frontier pharmacist who, I am reliably led to believe, is presently holed up in Deadwood. A shanty town overrun with hirsute fortune hunters. What Ho. Fawcett.

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