Hasting Session 10

HK an’ ah built a pump cart ta run on that train track down in tha tunnel, cause it looked lahk it waz headin’ all tha way to Lost Angels. Well, HK built it, but he been teachin’ me a lot about tinkerin’ an’ ah seem ta have knack. Truth be told, ah enjoy thet almos’ as much as prospectin’. The whole group o’ us got on that big ol’ cart includin’ three horses, well two horses an’ Stinker.
Ah pumped on thet cart for well onta 6 hours. It’s great fer werkin’ up a sweat. While we waz goin’ we heard a train long in tha distance. Tha size an’ speed o’ the train that we saw after tha’ crash convinced us that we did not want ta be on that track when thet train waz a comin’ through, so usin’ ma armor, ah waz able ta move our cart off’n tha track. Turned out ta be a waste o’ time cuz that train never came through. Don’ know where it went. Very strange. We traveled for two more days like that. It waz kinda strange, cuz everbody ate lots o’ food but we waz still hungry lahk we wanted to eat some more, but we didn’. Strange.
After three days o’ travelin’, we saw two lights a long ways down tha tunnel. When we got a little closer, we could see they waz turrets on top of barrels wi’ lights on em. We stopped ta decide what ta do. Ah convinced them we should try to speed up as fas’ as ah could pump that cart in ma armor, an’ blaze raght on by them turrets, only it didn’ work out thatta way. Jus’ before we got ta them turrets, this huge iron beam popped up an’ jammed itself in tha walls from one side ta other o’ that tunnel. Try as ah might, they waz no stoppin’ our cart, an’ we smashed Hell outta that beam, or it us. Poor ol’ Stinker took the worst of it, ‘cept fer the horse thet died.
As we waz recoverin’ from thet crash, a steam wagon came runnin’ up, an’ out came 6 armed men. They looked professional. We decided not ta try anythin’ against them. They waz polite an’ stuff, but they took our guns an’ knives, an’ they packed up ma armor, all nice an’ neet. They took us in that wagon tha rest o’ the way ta tha end o’ tha tunnel, where they waz continuin’ ta tunnel usin’ that Hell Boar that we seen a model at the convenshun. It waz amazin’. Ah could watch that machine dig all day long. The feller that was runnin’ tha whole show down in that tunnel waz none other than Dr. Darius Hellstrom, and darned if ol’ Lacy O’Malley wasn’ there two. They waz livin’ it up all fancy in a giant caboose that reminded me o’ tha Society buildin’. They want us ta try ta sneak inta Lost Angels ta find Samuel Hellman who’s gone missin’. We all argued a bit whether we should or jus’ go up ta Shan Fran. Ah feel we got a obligashun ta tha society to help out, so ah said we should try ta find him. Lacy O’Malley gave us all rings from the Society and they are amazin’ an’ mysterious. First, they is used ta, decode secrit messages from tha newspaper, but even better. If’n you put a drop o’ someones blood in the tiny partment o’ thet ring, . . . you kin’ talk ta them wherever they are, even miles away, but it’s a one way conversation. They caint talk ta you. Ah decided ta put some o’ Mr. O’Malleys blood in ma ring, so we kin let him know ifn’ we find Mr. Hellman.

Hasting Session 10

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