Once upon a time there were three billy goats, who were to go up to the hillside to make themselves fat, and the name of all three was "Gruff."
On the way up was a bridge over a cascading stream they had to cross; and under the bridge lived a great ugly troll.
So first of all came the youngest Kid Billy Goat Gruff to cross the bridge.
"Trip, trap, trip, trap! " went the bridge.
"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll .
"Oh, it is only I, the tiniest Kid Billy Gruff , and I'm going up to the hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, with such a small voice.
"Now, I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll.
"Oh, no! pray don't take me. I'm too little, that I am," said the billy goat. "Wait a bit till the Older Kid Billy Gruff comes. He's much bigger."
"Well, be off with you," said the troll.
A little while after came the second Kid Billy Gruff to cross the bridge.
Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap, went the bridge.
"Who's that tripping over my bridge?" roared the troll.
"Oh, it's the Older Kid Billy Gruff , and I'm going up to the hillside to make myself fat," said the billy goat, who hadn't such a small voice.
"Now I'm coming to gobble you up," said the troll.
"Oh, no! Don't take me. Wait a little till Uncle Billy comes. He's much bigger."
"Very well! Be off with you," said the troll.
But just then up came Uncle Billy.
Trip, trap, trip, trap, trip, trap! went the bridge, for Uncle Billy was so heavy that the bridge creaked and groaned under him.
"Who's that tramping over my bridge?" roared the troll.
"It's I! Uncle Billy," said the billy goat, who had an ugly hoarse voice of his own.
"Now I 'm coming to gobble you up," roared the troll.
Well, come along! I've got two spears,
And I'll poke your eyeballs out at your ears;
I've got besides two curling-stones,
And I'll crush you to bits, body and bones.
That was what Uncle Billy said. And then he flew at the troll, and poked his eyes out with his horns, and crushed him to bits, body and bones, and tossed him out into the cascade, and after that he went up to the hillside. There the billy goats got so fat they were scarcely able to walk home again. And if the fat hasn't fallen off them, why, they're still fat; and so,
Snip, snap, snout.
This tale's told out.
Uncle Billy Lane was the late W. G. Lane, Sr. He was among the earliest residents of Altavista in the early 1900ís. Tradition has it that he established the practice of area farmers and merchants coming to town on the first Saturday of each month to barter and trade for livestock, crops and goods at an area known as the Altavista Trade Lot. Mr. Lane presided as the master auctioneer and also provided entertainment. The Trade Lot continues to operate on the first Saturday of each month as a giant flea market.
The first Saturday of June, a Festival Breaks Out Known as Uncle Billy's Day in memory of the town's famed pioneer.
This is a 3 part stamp made from a 4x6 piece of Pink Stuff
all the parts make up one image
a whole page may be needed to complete it
the final image is inside the cover of the logbook of box 1
From the Trade Lot Enter Shreve Park
Wade through the creek or cross wooden bridge
with the mill to your right
follow the creek downstream till you see another bridge
thats where the troll lives
to your right at the hill is a cluster of five trees
in a hollow behind a rock is the troll under bridge.
Head upstream past the mill
at the second bridge keep up the path
Count Thirty paces past the bridge
to the left is a small hollow stump
Under a rock are the first two Kids
Follow the stream past the gnarly triplet
straight ahead are three topless trees
Look at the base under pile of rocks
For Uncle Billy.