Days
of Uncle Ernest -
Chesapeake City and the World – José, Chapter 2
After a nice, long
pull on his drink, Uncle Ernest continued his story. “I remember one day when
José and our club members went into the temple to meditate. Most of the priests
were there. They were using the temple as a financial trading place, auctioning
off jewelry, bickering, and exchanging gold coins of different values.
“Well, Moose, you
won't believe what happened. José wanted change for a twenty dollar gold piece
and they cheated him—gave him three fives instead of two tens. Well, José went
nuts. He turned over the whole table of money and yelled, ‘You’re all a bunch
of thieves.’ Then he and I overturned all of the other tables, sending all the
jewelry and the valuables crashing to the floor. A big fight broke out between
our guys and the priests and their body guards.
“It turned out that
José was quite a scrapper. He had a nice left-right combination and a powerful
front kick. The other club members weren’t bad either, except for Jud, who
wimped out by just flitting around saying, ‘careful,
careful.’ I used my karate to full
advantage—wasting seven or eight big body guards with round house kicks,
uppercuts, and knee strikes.
“We won the fight
and threw the bums out of the temple on their butts. All the people, folks who
wanted the temple for meditation, thanked us for restoring order. They patted
us on the backs and said that we were terrific.”
“Wow, Unk, great!”
I cheered.
“Not so great in
the long run, though,” Uncle Ernest said, shaking his head slowly. “Those
priests really had it in for us after that. They got the military rulers from
Reeme on their side, convincing the emperor, Pompous duPilot, that our club
should be crushed. They convinced him that José was determined to overthrow the
government by winning over the multitude of people. Moose, José told us that he
could be convicted—put to death for treason at any time. So this was the
beginning of the end, and as you know, all good things come to an end.”
“I was waiting for
that, Unk; your luck always runs out just when things are going well.”
“You said a
mouthful,” Uncle Ernest admitted, rising uneasily to replenish his drink.
I slid off the
swing to sit down on our concrete steps so I could watch some ants scurrying in
and out of their hole in the ground. In a few more years, Nina, I would be
involved in a joyful pastime: trapping muskrats in the swamps and the banks of
Back Creek. I trapped both sides of the river, using a collection of steel
traps that I bought with the money I had made from working at the Chesapeake
Boat Company. I liked it so much that I would get up hours before school to
check my traps.
Sometimes, if the
tide had come in far enough, the rats would drown and be dead before I got
there. Many times, if it was freezing, a rat would be just a ball of ice. But
often they would be alive, so I’d have to bust them on the nose with a stick. I
would take them home and skin them, stretch their hides on a board, and gut
their carcasses. They made a fine dinner, Nina—dark, red meat that was better
than chicken or pork.
One brutally-cold
winter I trapped the banks of the north side of the Back Creek, which meant
that I had to row my small skiff across the river and a few hundred yards east
of where I docked my boat. I remember one morning well. The temperature had
been below ten degrees for several days, and on that particular morning the
entire width of the river was covered with ice floes about four to five inches
thick. The ice had been broken by ships and tugs, so some of the floes were stacked
upon each other and the whole mass was moving slowly with the tide—crackling,
creaking and popping eerily as they drifted.
I couldn't row because the oars wouldn't go
through the large chunks, so I had to shove the ice away from the bow and push
an oar through the ice from the stern to scull across and back. It was
dangerous fun and I loved it, in those days when nothing, except homework,
seemed to be too much trouble. [To be
continued Tuesday, 10/16/2012]
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