# The Recovered Documents of W.N. Morgan --- # November 12, 1853 --- I met this odd looking bearded fellow walking around the outskirts of town. He looked pale and hungrier than me and it looked like bandits robbed him and left him with only his robes and his big stick. I assume he was part of one of those traveling shows. A magician I think. I've put him in the barn to let him recover from his wounds. Walking for miles in those robes isn't the best of ideas around these parts. --- # November 13, 1853 --- I am not sure if he is delirious from walking in the sun or if he's growing senile! He claims to hold wonderous powers over the forces of that govern all over of creation! I find the very idea of having such things to be quite blashphemous but I must admit, perhaps if he was correct. Perhaps, if he does carry such powers then I could ask him if he can help me with a lifelong burden. In fact, I might as well go all the way. I could humor him at the Saloon and perhaps make my dull standing in life and pave the way for greatness for my future children. I must ask of him to lift the boredom that which plagues my very fibre of my being. *[The pages between November 13 and November 25 looks as crumbled into dust. I doubt there's anything of interesting given the previous pages were about how boring this Morgan's life was. - P. Morgan* ] # November 26, 1853 --- I was beginning to think that magician was a hack, a swindler who took advantage of my kindness when a man from a shipping company visited our small and boring town. A bear of unusual size came after him! I happened to be the only person who caught wind of this and in one thrust of a pitchfork, the bear went down. He was impressed by my bravery and asked how he could repay me! I told him that I wanted to join his company to escape from the shackles of the lonesome life I have! They will be considering my employment and they will send me a letter in due time.