Capt. Sterling

Ah tis nothing like corrupt government officials...

Well as long as you add some to the meal...

Can't say my cooks are online with the pub, but I have passed yer message along to them... I will let you know as soon as I hear back. As to period dancing that would be Cheeky's department... unless tis the Virginia Reel I am at a loss... And Rats, start trying to get that damn rabbit!

Many happy returns of the day, my Dear. Remember ye are getting better! We love ye and wish ye the very, very best!

Some where out in bookland, there is an account of an officer having a trepanation(sp) done on him after the Battle of Bunker Hill... he insisted on watching the entire operation and did... geeze I must have read this account about thirty years ago... a bunch of tough bastards back then.

No she isn't .... that's Pinky to a "T". The only bit she's joking about is feigning being upset by the term merkin.

You got it Iron Jon.

Hey, Doc, I got a mother, all right? I mean, you got a mother. Sarge's got a mother. I mean, shit, I bet even the captain's got a mother.

He had tried. He heard their voices, he heard their noises but making himself respond had been in vain until the darkness enveloping him slowly began to give way. Burke's blurred vision seemed to be shared by bed's occupant and it was all Sterling could do to manage to try and raise one hand to ward off current attacker's probing fingers. "Damnation," was produced as slurred utterance. Making himself understood was nigh on impossible. "Cannot a body get any sleep?" Then said body went rigid, arching backward into bed's embrace as damaged brain signaled violent seizure. Jaw clenched as body proceeded to convulse sending doctor in to equally frantic attempts to restore calm.

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"Vell then," Croaker responded. "If you are so familiar with such, vhy are you standing dere doing nothing to help?" He looked to Nelly. "Vhere is that girl of your's? Ask her to bring me some cold water if dere is any to be found. I vant to bring down his fever and reduce de risks of de brain swelling and forcing a trepanation. I have no desire to perform such a surgery if it can be avoided." He straigthened, wiping his hands on the front of his shirt. "Come! Come, dis is not a social gathering! Vhy must you all stand about doing nothing??"

"Mówią Język polski, nie jestem żadnego Niemiec. I jestem doktorem tego człowieka," Croaker replied correcting Childermass. He slapped off the other man's grip and walked past him. "Now vill you help me or not?" he asked, gingerly inspecting his earlier handiwork.

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Croaker straightened to full height as other man’s carriage changed to defensive posture. Cautiously he took a step forward and gaze redirected to patient. As observation was made, the doctor became more alert and facial expression took on deep concern. It was several moments before he refocused his attentions on the man that acted as barrier to his charge. “You vill either step aside or if dere is someding you are able to assist vith, you vill concentrate on doing so,” Croaker said and dared to move closer to the bed. “Dis man has severe head injury. If his skull is fractured, as I suspect, he needs care, not you hovering over him like some guardian angel.”

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But why?

Yeah....you love it.

Well finally here's to wishing the proper Jill many happy returns of the day! Hope tis grand!

Amadeus?

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Wishing you all the best for your special day!! Happy Birthday!!

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Aye he has a true servant's heart but ye think I'm stubborn ...snigger. He'll make his fortune on word of mouth and snail mail alone... for those who want to get in touch with him try Mr. Michael Kaplan (personal) C/O Ymittos Candle Manufacturing Co, Inc. 279 Dutton Street Lowell, MA 01852 He does extremely good work and, aye, he makes candles as well...