Native Son #10, Major Samuel Stone Hall (Buckskin LbNA #32059
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Add Location| Owner: | the lazy letterboxer  |
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| Plant date: | Jun 18, 2007 |
| Location: | |
| City: | Leominster |
| County: | Worcester |
| State: | Massachusetts |
| Boxes: | 1 |
| Found by: | making a difference |
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| Last found: | Jun 28, 2012 |
| Status: | FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFr |
| Last edited: | Jun 18, 2007 |
Location: Leominster Public Library
Now there may be some of you out there who don’t know the story of ole Buckskin Sam, well, listen up while I tell you his tale.
In April 2003, the spirit of Buckskin returned to the town of his birth, Leominster, MA and rested under the watchful eye of Miss Florence Wheeler at the local library. Then the wise folk of the town decided the library needed expanding and whatever and Sam moved over to the lazy letterboxer’s house until the renovations were completed. Things were okay over there, and he did have the occasional visitor but he was just itching to get back to the library where things were things were so much more civilized. It wasn’t like Sam was a stranger to noise or action. He had just had enough of it in his own lifetime! He had sailed around Cape Horn, was a Texas Ranger, had fought in the Civil War for both the North and the South, was an Indian Scout with Kit Carson and Buffalo Bill Cody, had saved an Indian village from a raging fever…and that was just for starters. One of the things that he was most proud of was that he was a published author with more than 50 dime-store novels to his credit. Why, every boy in the country probably wished they were Buckskin Sam when they read about his adventures in titles such as “Kit Carson, Jr. Crackshot of the West” or “Double Dan, the Dastard”. Not that his kinfolk in Leominster ever had much use for him. Why his own dear mother burned every book he ever sent home. Maybe it was because of that time that he and Kit Carson had gotten inebriated behind the family home on West Street and caused a ruckus. His kin were so het up about it they ran Sam and Kit right out of town!
Well, those wild days were gone now and Sam was looking forward to finding a nice, quiet spot in the library to rest his spirit.
He checked the place out and had to admit, those library folk had done a mighty fine job of fixing the place up. He couldn’t locate Miss Wheeler’s picture, she was the nice lady librarian who had realized Buckskin Sam’s contribution to Leominster history and had obtained copies of his books for the collection, so he wandered around checking out titles until he spied it, the perfect place! Right there in section 808 is a book called "How to Write Adventure Novels" by Newton. Well, don't you know, that's a book that Buckskin himself coulda written. Now, from time to time the books get shifted around a bit but Buckskin is quite certain that any letterboxer worth their p-z cut will be able to find him in the 808 section by looking real careful like.
The nice folks who work at the library know of ole Sam’s presence but please be discreet when finding and replacing him so no varmints get ahold of him.
Thank you kindly.
Now there may be some of you out there who don’t know the story of ole Buckskin Sam, well, listen up while I tell you his tale.
In April 2003, the spirit of Buckskin returned to the town of his birth, Leominster, MA and rested under the watchful eye of Miss Florence Wheeler at the local library. Then the wise folk of the town decided the library needed expanding and whatever and Sam moved over to the lazy letterboxer’s house until the renovations were completed. Things were okay over there, and he did have the occasional visitor but he was just itching to get back to the library where things were things were so much more civilized. It wasn’t like Sam was a stranger to noise or action. He had just had enough of it in his own lifetime! He had sailed around Cape Horn, was a Texas Ranger, had fought in the Civil War for both the North and the South, was an Indian Scout with Kit Carson and Buffalo Bill Cody, had saved an Indian village from a raging fever…and that was just for starters. One of the things that he was most proud of was that he was a published author with more than 50 dime-store novels to his credit. Why, every boy in the country probably wished they were Buckskin Sam when they read about his adventures in titles such as “Kit Carson, Jr. Crackshot of the West” or “Double Dan, the Dastard”. Not that his kinfolk in Leominster ever had much use for him. Why his own dear mother burned every book he ever sent home. Maybe it was because of that time that he and Kit Carson had gotten inebriated behind the family home on West Street and caused a ruckus. His kin were so het up about it they ran Sam and Kit right out of town!
Well, those wild days were gone now and Sam was looking forward to finding a nice, quiet spot in the library to rest his spirit.
He checked the place out and had to admit, those library folk had done a mighty fine job of fixing the place up. He couldn’t locate Miss Wheeler’s picture, she was the nice lady librarian who had realized Buckskin Sam’s contribution to Leominster history and had obtained copies of his books for the collection, so he wandered around checking out titles until he spied it, the perfect place! Right there in section 808 is a book called "How to Write Adventure Novels" by Newton. Well, don't you know, that's a book that Buckskin himself coulda written. Now, from time to time the books get shifted around a bit but Buckskin is quite certain that any letterboxer worth their p-z cut will be able to find him in the 808 section by looking real careful like.
The nice folks who work at the library know of ole Sam’s presence but please be discreet when finding and replacing him so no varmints get ahold of him.
Thank you kindly.