Tag Archives: What Pegman Saw

What Pegman Saw: A Score and a Half of Children

Posted on January 20, 2020 by crispina kemp

Izzy checked the address – such an English-looking cottage, with rambling roses over the porch; she knocked on the door. “Aunt Bessy?” Her voice trembled, shocked to see a woman whose iron-grey hair was crisp as a person of colour. … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Worth His Salt

Posted on January 13, 2020 by crispina kemp

Bronimir sat upon the table, not his usual place at all. He sat between a yeasty loaf that made his clay mouth drool and the smallest imaginable dish of salt. His family wanted something of him, and he knew what … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: People of the Bear

Posted on December 30, 2019 by crispina kemp

My father’s grandfather died… when the bloody-handed red-garbed men from Rome thieved our gold. Those same red-garbed men set stone-on-stone within our valley. They bridged the rivers, built a road, and built a town. No seer needed to see where … Continue reading →

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The Tasmanian Devil

Posted on December 16, 2019 by crispina kemp

It wasn’t a massive boat. But neither was it small. A trimaran… claimed safe in all waters. And by the looks of the clouds that now amassed on the horizon, that claim was about to be tested. Me, wimp, wanted … Continue reading →

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Deep in a Hole

Posted on December 9, 2019 by crispina kemp

Deep in a hole beneath the ground lived something unusual that made not a sound. What was it, what was it, tell me quick. Was it a snake? A goffer? A troll? A stone? Nah, none of these things, my … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Conquered

Posted on November 25, 2019 by crispina kemp

Upon first contact in BCE 58 the local tribes accepted Rome’s outstretched hand. By BCE 56 they had realised its reality. The Coriosolitae, Veneti, Osismi and Namnetes, the Esuvii, Lexovii, Ambiliati and Diablintes, joined with the more distant Morini and … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: A True King’s Insignia

Posted on November 18, 2019 by crispina kemp

Born of an egg, five hundred years in the hatching. Born into enmity with the Nagas, his one thousand siblings; bound into peace by Buddha. Taken by Vishnu to be his vehicle, to transport him horizon to horizon, fast as … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Chief Kai’s Canoe

Posted on November 11, 2019 by crispina kemp

Huge, the tree Makonaima made that night; every kind of fruit it bore. Evil, the son who chopped it down. Great, the gush of water that issued from that stump. Immeasurable, the work of Makonaima to gather up the animals, … Continue reading →

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What Pegman Saw: Seth Boyden, Inventor

Posted on October 28, 2019 by crispina kemp

“And a good God’s Day to you, Nathaniel. And may I say that’s a natty pair of shoes on your feet. Imported are they, from the Old Country?” “They are not! I bought them here in Newark. That watchmaker chap, … Continue reading →

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Have You Seen Our Dragon?

Posted on October 21, 2019 by crispina kemp

Have you seen our dragon? No, not the one George the saintly dragon-slayer slayed. No, this is Jason’s Dragon. For truth it is! No-no-no, not the serpent; the serpent was back in Colchis. No, if you remember, Jason defeated the … Continue reading →

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