Tales of the Chesapeake

er sat in

his tav

ld blue-st

ners kne

Conestoga

ring under

es of slow

er the Nat

er and so

ng pipe-sm

r of stoli

e South Mo

lls of the

the Dunke

y and s

the deser

st thou, Nic

the old m

year thou

ttle spe

st the bar

tables are

ing pride of

st not th

, Nick, my

r's bell

ells of ol

upon mi

ful thing o

old daddy

here a year

evil was