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.

31 August

Posted on August 30, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

While the train speeds along at full steam ploughing its way across the state of Illinois, I make a beeline for the dining car. I pass through carriages packed with gold diggers, missionaries, carpet baggers, music hall artistes, card sharks and soldiers of fortune, all heading west in search of their own El Dorado. How spiffing 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

17 August

Posted on August 16, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Fear not dear Chums. Not a lot beats old Fawcett! I may well have found the answer. On hearing about this contraption I jumped at the chance and have just purchased the latest device that should aid me in my quest to improve my riding. What? ;}> Fawcett.

Saddle Exercise Advert

7 August

Posted on August 06, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Now horses and I have never really seen eye to eye, too blasted independent for my liking. I had last ridden at school and I can recall vividly on one occasion jumping a fence and leaving the animal, that for no apparent reason had come to a grinding halt, nonchalantly chewing on a bush whilst I stuck out from the ground like a spent firework neck deep in mud. Fawcett.

6 August

Posted on August 05, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

With the departure date for my expedition to the Black Hills of South Dakota drawing close, comes the dreadful dawning realisation that the only possible form of transport, beyond shanks that is, will be a blessed mule train, with the prospectors to include yours truly obliged to ride horses. Damn and Blast! Fawcett.

5 August

Posted on August 04, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

At the risk of seeming unconcerned with solving my dear friend Miss Allie Astell’s tribal predicament, I have left the problem in the safe hands of the Foreign Office who themselves are courting the assistance of the fearsome nomadic blue be-robed Tuareg. For the present I can do no more, and simply must attend to the pressing matter in hand, namely the adequate preparation for my forthcoming adventure. Carry on. Fawcett.

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.

26 July

Posted on July 25, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Dear chums, as you no doubt all fully aware I am at present preparing my for my next, some might say foolhardy expedition. I have accepted an invitation to visit the U. S of A.

Here I intend to hook up with that rake and sometime friend Tubby Williams and travel on to the Black Hills of South Dakota where with a posse of ne'er do wells will prospect for silver and good fortune. Yippee. Fawcett.

14 July

Posted on July 13, 2011 by Captain P. Fawcett

Fear not, Dear Chums, for I am not incarcerated in Gaol or indeed having been carried off kicking and screaming to be found languishing in some blessed sanatorium. Au contraire! All is well in Fawcett’s fantastic world. The truth of the matter is simply whilst remaining incognito I am actively involved in the planning of my next adventure. Regards, Fawcett.

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