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Orkies' Journal 14 June 71July 14, 1971 Breathlessly I followed after our party, following the baseball cards
they left behind as a trail. After several hours I picked up a Hank
Aaron and realized I was standing in a lake. This had to be (and was)
Lake Gedamovon across which was Tabora and Sigmund's trading
post. Quickly I spotted and hailed the lake steamer, "White Eagle",
who picked me up and radioed ahead that I was O.K. ("Damn!" came the
reply, "we just can't lose that ass"; good old Akimbo, ever
concerned). While the "White Eagle" was crossing the lake, we passed
the Great Warsaw Falls which feeds the lake and watched the Polish
salmon valiantly fighting their way downstream. I felt a strange
relationship to these poor beggers - can't explain why. Well, I see
the smoke from the Tabora settlement rising and beckoning me so ta-ta
for now.
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