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After tossing back the last dram of cordial, Beatrice beckons an "excuse me" from crowd still gathering. "Must get my stead to Darryl Dodge down at the stables before his wife calls him home to dinner - {for those that knew: "…so that I can catch a ride home after checking Betsy in, and checking saddle for some repairs."}

Well it is the spring thaw upon the borough and the traditions of old are upon prudent locals anew.  Most heard retort these days is "You should see me on Sunday!  Howdee!"

Mud is flying everywhere, and the locals are settled into ways of old again.  Beau Carville should stick out like a dandy at a Rodeo or a priest at a carnival.

This spring Jeffersonville is blessed with more than one new "mark" but none more bet against than Beau "Carnival" Carville.  Word is every local who has a beaver tail suit of armor is dusting it off.   "Will Ping, will Hansel Ping sell as new suit of armor and help save another lad"  — now the expected new most talked about story for Courant Chronicle Herald News.

A little history:  Ping’s armor is "superior" to all others in Jeffersonville - really none can compare, and such is part of fun and drama.

See Hansel and Bertha have a earned right to speak about "resistance" and "thrust" and "agility" just for their beaver tail armor weave.   All the locals know it an take part in helping Hansel Armaments and Traps trap another, hopefully.  See the suits Beau "Carnival" likely to see soon arriving in town, dramatically, with echoes to "lucky you!" with arrows stuck in armor obviously with their lives saved by beaver tail armor AGAIN, will be those made by the locals that tend to have tails just fall off after wearer has walked or run 2-3 miles in suit for the horsehair strands they used tend to get cut through quite quickly by tails.  

See Hansel and Bertha use triple woven silk threads Ping Armaments has been importing from China, yet once every six years, about.  Bertha takes the imported single strand and weaves it herself to triple stranded silk "rope" and then weaves and binds the beavers’ tails.  A Ping can go the distance.   A Ping has forgiveness - you will need new beaver tails before new beaver tail silky straps!  (See the silky straps have been tested to cut/wear/bind through the beavers’ tails before the tails can cut the straps.)

The town is about itself with the spring thaw, and Beatrice timed meet with Darryl for transport home, about a "timely" as happens ever in Borough.  Darryl runs a tight ship at Dodge Stables and Chicken Yard.

See?   This is the spring thaw, and so you can set your calender so just by observing the locals out in near there worst clothes still wearable, and chorting "You should see me on Sunday!  Howdee!"   The whole town joined the church going Christians with such years ago, how many no one really knows for certain.

Sundays in spring time are like flowers in the snow or a mushroom in a dung pile - you just start saying honestly of neighbors "I didn’t recognize you, really."

With Winter passing of heavy coats and outer wear the fewer neighbors that had been about and even about on Sundays at least twice as many neighbors now regularly seen and not just "seen" but "recognized from out from under layers and layers."

Most of the local women do not venture out in spring not fully covered from head to toe and with much of face covered.   They have learned it easier to cover face even with only a spare bandana than to get all the mud off their faces, all the mud that flies these spring weeks.

There is one character about Jeffersonville whom is always welcome but with whom you know not to set your calender more closely than by "equinoxs" >  Charles Husar, steamboat captain of steamed powered cargo ship, and legend for three man small vessel sailing record of five knots averaged for three miles.  Husar, visits when around and has yet to leave without a case of Hillary’s honey and a case of candle or more, and not without a fill from Berliner Bakery and good all around cheer - for he has tales to beat all tales from ports and ports.   About the oddest he will look is those spring and summer arrivals when he has managed a couple cases of Beaujolais Nouveau for Horace at Dam’e Wateringhole for years ago he got about a silliness about "fresh wine - now here."  Don’t call him "Chuck" or if you do prepare to run and maybe outrun what ever he sees around to throw at you - he is a lakes and sea Captain afterall and about the size of Paul Boone Jenkins.

Well it is spring upon the borough and local women dressed appropriately for it, all the while knowing they with there high stepping - near running or just trying to stay from  slips to horizontal in the mud have "Don’t get your pantaloons in a bunch - Howdee!" to bear for weeks.  Locals of Christian church going on Sundays much of the retort "You should see me on Sunday! - Greetings!" while some others more of "Not much to do about it - Howdee!"

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