Forgotten Tales Of Long Ago

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'Yes, father, ' said Richard; 'for I can count it all round. When both hands are at the top of theclock, then I know it is time to leave school.''Then go and see what time it is, ' said his father.Away ran Richard, and brought back word in a moment that it was exactly six o'clock.In a few minutes after came in a friend with a young lady, the former of whom asked Mr.Random why he was not ready to go with them to the concert that evening, as he hadpromised. Mr. Random replied that it was but six o'clock, which, however, he was soonconvinced was a mistake of Richard's, who, on being asked what he saw when he looked onthe clock, replied, 'I saw the two hands together close to the six, and that made me say itwas six, for I always call it twelve when they are right opposite.''Remember, my dear, ' said his father, 'that the long hand never tells the hour, except on thestroke of twelve. You ought to know that the minute hand overtakes its fellow somewhatlater every hour, till at noon and midnight they again start exactly even; and when a biggerboy I shall expect you to tell me how much difference is increased every time they comeinto conjunction. You now see, Dicky, that through such a mistake I must make my friendswait; pray, therefore, mind better another time.'In a few minutes after his father bid him go into the dining-room, and bring down a bottleof wine, which stood in the hither corner of the cellaret, that he might help the gentlemanand lady to a gla

In a few minutes after came in a friend with a young lady, the former of whom asked Mr. Random why he was not ready to go with them to the concert that evening, as he had promised. Mr. Random replied that it was but six o'clock, which, however, he was soon convinced was a mistake of Richard's, who, on being asked what he saw when he looked on the clock, replied, 'I saw the two hands together close to the six, and that made me say it was six, for I always call it twelve when they are right opposite.'

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Wild characters, diverse cultures, spooky myths and slippery sales schemes color Colorado's past. In a place where shameless showdowns and dusty shootouts over money, drink and women were once standard procedure, storytelling around campfires became an integral part of a rich heritage. From the jackalope and vampires to Indian curses and snake oil salesmen, the Centennial State has it all. Weirder still are the strange but true stories like that of the first body buried in La Junta's Fairview Cemetery, a man who landed there for refusing alcohol to a kid, and that of the hotel in Telluride that once offered a promotion that included funeral costs with your stay. While history may have neglected these silly, seedy and salacious stories, author Stephanie Waters has rediscovered Colorado's best forgotten tales.