Jimbo -

Aye.  Ats grate.

dd

Old_Salt,

Your wish (something in English... albeit "Olde English") is my command (complete with translation):
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                                Beowulf


             1Hwæt. We Gardena in geardagum,
          LO, praise of the prowess of people-kings
             2þeodcyninga, þrym gefrunon,
          of spear-armed Danes, in days long sped,
             3hu ða æþelingas ellen fremedon.
          we have heard, and what honor the athelings won!
             4Oft Scyld Scefing sceaþena/ þreatum,
          Oft Scyld the Scefing from squadroned foes,
             5monegum mægþum, meodosetla ofteah,
          from many a tribe, the mead-bench tore,
             6egsode eorlas. Syððan ærest wearð/
          awing the earls. Since erst he lay
             7feasceaft funden, he þæs frofre gebad,
          friendless, a foundling, fate repaid him:
             8weox under wolcnum, weorðmyndum þah,
          for he waxed under welkin, in wealth he throve,
             9oðþæt him æghwylc þara ymbsittendra
          till before him the folk, both far and near,
           10ofer hronrade hyran scolde,
           who house by the whale-path, heard his mandate

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I don't think this dude, Beowolf, ever did any grilling near Badwater Lake.  He'd fit in well enough, however.  Perhaps I'll invite him on my next trip and we can wax a few welkins together.....

Jimbo   8)
           

Sorry, I don't have anythinG in Ojibway today
AnythinG in EnGlish??

Jib-Jabbing & Jabberwocky
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'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

  He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jaberwock?
Come to my arms, by beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did grye and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.



Graciously Granted by Lewis Carroll after his visit to an Ojibwe Indian village near Badwater Lake.


Jimbo   8)

Grate Gonzos Jimbo,

You caught me in an un-grate-cious moment.  

Must have been the "Badwater" over the weekend.  

Please somebody start a new thread - anybody. 

-YB

YB -

Goodness, GRacious, aren't you the one whose identity caption (bottom of your posts) starts with:

"Let your speech always be with gr...."          ???


Jimbo   8)

Good Grief . . . Genough Gis Genough . . .
-GB

In a great grave under gravelly ground where the gray grouse groan.

Jimbo   8)


PS.  Sounds like the Badwater Lake area to me....

Grate Scott!  Where will it all end???

Something of a "G  Wiz", eh, Old_Salt?

Jimbo   8)