I awoke and found myself looking at some very dense, cold fog, shrouding many objects in the distance. I then noticed a small body of water and when I looked to the area the sun was rising from and saw a huge massive expanse of water.
Well, we are not going to rule the ages by looking at the landscape, wit, please forgive my poor manners, I am Uncle Sammy Jones, leader and soon founder of what I will call America.
“Bob, please help me set this set of branches so we may have some shelter tonight” I called to Bob Jones a very hard worker, whom had ended up here with several others and me. We started on our first settlement and called it Washington, mostly because the water from the larger body of water would come over the dunes and wash of the stones and give us a place to wash our clothes and also to cook our food, which, by the way, we needed to find. Washington or Washingstone, either way we were officially here, wherever this was.
I left Bob in charge and left to scout out what the area had to yield for our survival.
I pondered what direction to go and then just put one foot in front of the other.
Bob Jones watched Uncle Sammy leave then commenced to clean a pathway so he could walk and not stumble. He cleared some underbrush and then noticed a stream, which he saw some fish in. He knew he could catch the fish easier by diverting a small catch basin for the water and then maybe the fish would just come to him.
He heard someone walking over the dunes and it was Garland Jones. He was glad Garland had also made it. Together they both worked hard and before long had successfully diverted some small fish to eat for dinner.
They both noticed some hills not to far away and decided to acquire some rocks, which took some time to dislodge, but they would make an excellent hearth pit.
Washington was starting to take shape. Soon yet another worker joined them, this was Trevor Jones. He was very innovative and quickly went to clearing the trees and soon there was an abundance of wood, enough that soon another settlement could be started.
Uncle Sammy was so busy scurrying about and almost didn’t see a small chest beneath a tree. He opened the lid and inside was some pieces of dried bark, what he determined to be hieroglyphics of some earlier tribe and he determined they were learning ceremonial burial, to honor a great chief or leader perhaps. This was important to remember ones heritage and roots so Uncle Sammy took the small chest and carried it back toward Washington.
A wise hunter known as Uncle Artimus soon joined the busy workers at Washington where he was impressed to see how this band of workers had built up the settlement so quickly. He knew how to scout so he went off along to dunes in the opposite direction of where Uncle Sammy had gone.
Uncle Artimus went back over the dunes and as he reached the top he met up with a rugged individual that stood six foot 5 inches, known as Deacon Jones. They shook hands and Deacon went to Washington where all agreed he should be the watch over the camp from wild animals and any visitors we may encounter.
Uncle Artimus found a dead log and inside there was some bark, with direction on how to make some primitive weapons, and he pondered how this group of workers could become warriors but he trusted this would help bond a code for them to defend by.
As the days passed and both scouts returned each evening, cheers went up before dusk at the end of a fortnight, set in as a second settlement, known as New York in humor to Bob and this one stone he was drawn to. York was a place Bob had dreamed of and spoke of and since he headed up the building it only seemed appropriate he be involved in the naming. It ended up having some yellow hard substance, which quickly was identified as gold.
Well, we are not going to rule the ages by looking at the landscape, wit, please forgive my poor manners, I am Uncle Sammy Jones, leader and soon founder of what I will call America.
“Bob, please help me set this set of branches so we may have some shelter tonight” I called to Bob Jones a very hard worker, whom had ended up here with several others and me. We started on our first settlement and called it Washington, mostly because the water from the larger body of water would come over the dunes and wash of the stones and give us a place to wash our clothes and also to cook our food, which, by the way, we needed to find. Washington or Washingstone, either way we were officially here, wherever this was.
I left Bob in charge and left to scout out what the area had to yield for our survival.
I pondered what direction to go and then just put one foot in front of the other.
Bob Jones watched Uncle Sammy leave then commenced to clean a pathway so he could walk and not stumble. He cleared some underbrush and then noticed a stream, which he saw some fish in. He knew he could catch the fish easier by diverting a small catch basin for the water and then maybe the fish would just come to him.
He heard someone walking over the dunes and it was Garland Jones. He was glad Garland had also made it. Together they both worked hard and before long had successfully diverted some small fish to eat for dinner.
They both noticed some hills not to far away and decided to acquire some rocks, which took some time to dislodge, but they would make an excellent hearth pit.
Washington was starting to take shape. Soon yet another worker joined them, this was Trevor Jones. He was very innovative and quickly went to clearing the trees and soon there was an abundance of wood, enough that soon another settlement could be started.
Uncle Sammy was so busy scurrying about and almost didn’t see a small chest beneath a tree. He opened the lid and inside was some pieces of dried bark, what he determined to be hieroglyphics of some earlier tribe and he determined they were learning ceremonial burial, to honor a great chief or leader perhaps. This was important to remember ones heritage and roots so Uncle Sammy took the small chest and carried it back toward Washington.
A wise hunter known as Uncle Artimus soon joined the busy workers at Washington where he was impressed to see how this band of workers had built up the settlement so quickly. He knew how to scout so he went off along to dunes in the opposite direction of where Uncle Sammy had gone.
Uncle Artimus went back over the dunes and as he reached the top he met up with a rugged individual that stood six foot 5 inches, known as Deacon Jones. They shook hands and Deacon went to Washington where all agreed he should be the watch over the camp from wild animals and any visitors we may encounter.
Uncle Artimus found a dead log and inside there was some bark, with direction on how to make some primitive weapons, and he pondered how this group of workers could become warriors but he trusted this would help bond a code for them to defend by.
As the days passed and both scouts returned each evening, cheers went up before dusk at the end of a fortnight, set in as a second settlement, known as New York in humor to Bob and this one stone he was drawn to. York was a place Bob had dreamed of and spoke of and since he headed up the building it only seemed appropriate he be involved in the naming. It ended up having some yellow hard substance, which quickly was identified as gold.
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