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.
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.
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.
I am more than thrilled to find myself in the position of being able to accept Tubby Williams' kind invitation to join his team in their quest for silver and mineral wealth in the Black Hills of South Dakota. Yee Hah!!! Fawcett.