Freddy...Time Traveler

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Freddy, TheTime Traveler (c) 2009 by Clete Goffard

Episode One

An adventurous young man whom we shall name, Freddy, read "The Time Machine," byMr. H.G. Wells and became fascinated by the idea of traveling to the future or past. Thuswhen he saw an advertisement in the newspaper by "The Time Travel Argonauts AndSaturday Evening Cribbage Club," he immediately applied for membership. The other members found his eagerness on the subject worthy of comment among themselves.

Imagine Freddy's state of mind, when out of the blue, a message reached him one bright

morning from Professor Thistlepatch, the club's technical expert, informing him of anextraordinary development. A time machine had been constructed! By unanimousagreement among club members, Freddy had been chosen to make the first trip. R.S.V.P.,of course.

When Freddy arrived at the club, he was hustled aside to be briefed for his temporalexcursion, while the other members finished preparing the device for the journey.Calculations had indicated that the trip was to be ten years, exactly, into the future. Hewould find himself in the self-same place--the club laboratory--where he would be met

by surviving club members, and, after pleasantries and the customary glass of champagne, be given a large envelope. He would then re-enter the machine and return to

the past, that is, this present. Freddy was presented with a good chronometer, a large basket of fruit should the trip take longer than expected, an aviator's helmet and goggles,a thick woolen scarf, and a pair of hobnailed hiking boots. And also a deck of playingcards to perchance while away the odd moment in the journey with a game of solitaire.One could anticipate, and it was best to be prepared.

With his goggles, scarf, boots, and chronometer clutched firmly in hand, he seemed thevery image of a man destined for great adventure. "There he is!" exclaimed Professor Thistlepatch as Freddy strode into the laboratory, and the members, as a man, gave him athundering round of applause. The time traveler had but a brief moment to survey histime carriage--impressive with its' polished mahogany exterior and brass trimmings and

fittings--before he was hustled within it where he found a comfortable overstuffed leather chair.

Professor Thistlepatch buckled him in, advising him to cover the portholes lest he seesome frightful phenomenon in his journey which was " beyond the capability of thehuman mind to endure." The door was closed, Freddy closed the draperies and soon a tap,tap, tap sounded from the roof of the conveyance signifying that all was in readiness.The time argonaut took a deep breath, willed himself alert, and pulled back the large lever


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that sent him on his journey.

Immediately there was an unnerving jolt, and then a series of jolts, bumps, and shakings.Somewhere, from deep within the womb of time itself, Freddy heard a mysterious soundwhich for some indescribable reason reminded him of a thunderous passage in Wagner.

These events went on for several minutes, and Freddy was deciding between a lusciouslooking pear and a rosy peach from the fruit basket when he was startled by an insistantrapping on his door porthole. He drew back the drapery with some trepidation to see aspectre beckoning him. Yet, his mind, though agitated, noted that the visage seemedfamiliar.With a start, he realized the spectre was none other than Professor Thistlepatchwhose greying hair had suddenly become entirely white. Not entirely certain he hadreached his destination, Freddy cautiously opened the door of his machine.

And there they were! The entire club was assembled in the familiar laboratory, shoutingcongratulations at him.For a moment his senses reeled at the thought that he had actuallytraveled into the future, as none before him. What a fantastic success this has been, he

thought to himself, it was beyond his wildest anticipations.Some put a glass of champagne in his hand, and a toast to success was made.When the

celebration had begun to die down, and the time traveler was looking about thelaboratory, wondering why preparations for his return trip were not being made, Professor Thistlepatch gained his attention and asked innocently, "By the way, Freddy, what haveyou been doing with yourself for the last ten years?"

Freddy was suddenly devastated, and he almost found himself at a loss for words. "Thelast ten years? Why my journey from the past took no more than five minutes. I'm surethe chronomenter shows that. I mean, it has to, Professor."

"For us, said Thistlepatch, "Ten years have elapsed since we saw you last. We can showthis as clearly as it is humanly possible to demonstrate anything.There are ten years of daily newspapers,each with daily news of the world. And the events of the world and life all fall in anormal cause and effect sequence without discernable exceptions. There are celestial

phenomena, the predictable movement of the planets about the sun. There is a sequenceof birth, procreation and death occuring in sequence during that entire time. One cannotsay that the ten years are a figment of our personal imagination. Contrast this with theassertion of a single traveler, and his pocket watch, that insist that only five minutes have

passed. Perhaps you have been suspended in timelessness for that period and just nowreturned from it."

This threw Freddy into a quandry. I am hopelessy confused," he began, "no onementioned anything about this before I left. I was to go to the future and that was that.There must be an answer to this dilemma. "

"If there is," said Thistlepatch, "I'm certain I don't know what it is." Putting his arm onFreddy's shoulder he continued, "My boy, there is no reason to continue our deception.


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You see, you have been the victim of an elaborate prank by the club members." With thishe pulled the white mop of hair off his head to appear as Freddy was accustomed toseeing him.

"There is no time machine," said the Professor, "but do not take our little drama amiss.

We would hardly have spent the effort we did for someone we did not think worthy of it.We wished you to have, for one brief moment, the thrill of such a journey." But then headded, " If you had in fact traveled in time, then the objection I mentioned to you wouldhold."

"Then I needn't be concerned about a return trip," said Freddy in a forced attempt atlevity.

"Traveling backward in time would be even more problematical," said Thistlepatch. "One might as well expect a dropped wine glass to reassemble itself."

"We are not things, as we think of things, but events. The atoms of our bodies changefrom instant to instant. But can we think a thought, or feel a feeling in that instant? Of course not. We need many many such instants but from instant to instant we change."

"A Philosophher and Seer once asked the question, "If the river is only water, and thewater changes from instant to instant, then what is the river?" Other have pondered thequestion, "How is it that change is possible? If we are one thing, and we change to

become something else, then what is it in us that does not change, and hence can be saidto exist in time?"

" But if one could travel in time one could live a thousand years," mused Freddy withregret.

"Not so," said Thistlepatch."Your body is a clock, with an alloted span of existence. Evena thousand years into the future, you would still live your four score and ten."

"But in the future a means of livings longer might be discovered."

"Perhaps," said Thistlepatch, "But perhaps it would require a procedure begun inchildhood to slow down the body's clock, in which case you would miss out on that aswell. My boy, " 'the bird has such a little way to fly', as the poet says,'and Lo! the bird ison the wing.' The bird has such a little way to fly,Freddy, " concluded Thistlepatch, "Better to live the life you have than to pine after what may only be a chimera."

Freddy departed the club in a thoughtful mood. Perhaps he took Thistlepatch's advice toheart, or perhaps the evening's events had put him off the romance of time travel. If gossip is to be believed, he shortly took to drinking beer and hanging aboutestablishments catering to the 'wild' crowd. He was seen dancing at all hours of the nightwith young ladies whose name will never appear in the Social Registry. And, it wasrumored, he was seen at the horse tracks laying bets!


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In Freddy's case, though, this may have been all for the best.

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Freddy, TheTime Traveler (c) 2009 by Clete Goffard

Episode Two: "The Mad Vegetarian "

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The Time Travel Argonauts and Saturday Evening Cribbage Club was enjoying a postlecture repast of rum cake and coffee in the drawing room of Professor Thistlepath'sspacious Victorian mansion when the front door blew open and the Professor's daughter,Hyacinth Marie, burst laughingly into the room, towing a young man behind her.

"Oh, Daddy," she excitedly exclaimed, "Freddy and I have spent the most wonderfulafternoon at the Chautauqua! We saw a magic lantern show of pyramids and camels anddead people wrapped up in bed sheets, and then an amazing performance by the, ah...".She paused and looked at Freddy who replied, "The Steinglass Family Yodelers and their dog, Bruno".

"Yes!" she cried in delight, "The Yodelers! It was a performance one cannot easilyforget."

"I would expect not," replied the Professor, drily.

"And the little white dog, Bruno! He wore a tiny Alpine hat with a feather in the brim,and an embroided Swiss vest, and yodeled a mountain tune while the family hummed inaccompaniment. Did you know that Bruno is the world's only yodeling dog?"

"One would be enough,dear," replied the Professor. "And what was your opinion of thisexceptional canine, Freddy?"

"I must confess,sir," said Freddy, "That my ear is deficient in musical training. It cannotdistinguish between a yodeling dog, and a howling dog."

At that moment Mr. Weeble ambled up and exclaimed, "Ah, the nattily dressedFrederick! You have again missed a notable lecture, my dear fellow. To wit: imagineyourself and your temporal machine crashing into a primeval swamp with dinosaursstomping about and all sort of noxious creatures lurking nearby. How might you tellwhen you were? Could you determine, from what is now known, if the date were sixty-five million years ago, or sixty-six? You might err on the date by a hundred thousandyears and miss our piddling civilization entirely on your return. You would find yourself


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in a pretty pickle, a pretty pickle indeed, were you not armed with a sextant and chartsshowing the position of the celestial luminaries many millions of years in the past. Else,how would you know how far to come back? You cannot ask a dinosaur for the date andhour! Ha, ha."

"But you would carry a clock with you," said Freddy furrowing his brow..

"A fine lot of help that would be," snorted Mr. Weeble, " the clock would measure thetime it took to make the trip, not the date at which it arrived. There are no dates sixty fivemillion years long gone. And what is more, should you be too awestruck at at theappearance of a bellowing reptile to note the exact time of arrival..." Weeble wassuddenly hit by an insight, abruptly stopped, peered over his glasses at Freddy, andenquired gravely, "It is because of the disasterous experiment that you have come, isn't it?"

Freddy looked at the Professor in alarm. "A disasterous experiment? Was someone

killed?""No," said the Professor slowly, "Not killed, but we thought at first that the poor wretchmight be better off dead. Come with me and I shall show you all."

Weeble called after them, laughing at his own joke, " No! You cannot ask a dinosaur for the time. Ha,ha."

They made their way downstairs to the basement room used as a laboratory and theProfessor took a key from his pocket and unlocked a sturdy door bearing a large sign that

proclaimed "WARNING. DANGEROUS ELECTRICAL APPARATUS IN USEWITHIN." Thistlepatch gestured to the sign with his thumb and quietly said, "The storyof our downfall."

The door was pulled open and both men gazed silently at the scene of utter destructionwithin the room. It seemed to Freddy that miles of tinfoil and waxed paper were loopedand scattered about the room so that there was barely a clear space on the floor on whichto stand. Extensive charring and a dank smell gave evidence of a fire, as well. In themiddle of the room, suspended from a chain, were twisted and blackened remains of asmall enclosure made of copper mesh in which one could make out a chair-like seat.Other apparatus lay broken and strewn about. After a few minutes of silent observation,Thistlepatch closed and locked the door again, as neither had the least desire to ventureinto such wreckage.

The Professor led Freddy back upstairs to his reading room and poured each of them astiff drink of scotch whiskey.

"The story began several months ago," the older man began, "with the arrival in our fair city of oneLemuel Swift Finche, heir to the Swift Finche Patented Buggy Whip fortune. Finche's


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flamboyant manner, his ready wit, and his free spending ways -- he insisted on buyingnew rattan furniture for the club room--led us to thoughtlessly let down our guard. Hewas not after money, so what other motive could he have for deceiving us? Finche, en

passant , departed suddenly after the accident and has not returned. His entire scheme, itappears to us now, was to recruit dupes to test out his wildly pseudoscientific theories,

especially his so-called "Law of Power."

"The reason any plan, enterprise, or experiement fails, according to Finche, is entirely because of a lack of power. With enough power one might accomplish anything. He wasfond of saying that with enough power one could travel to the moon! If at first you don'tsucceed, to paraphrase the old adage, try using more power. The answer is always more

power. With enough power, something has got to happen."

The Professor paused for a moment and said, " I expect that you get the thrust of theman's thinking, Freddy."

"Oh yes, indeed," replied Freddy, "Why, power and money is what everyone seems to beafter. Time is money, money is power, and so, time must be power."

"You have described his attitude perfectly," said the Professor, "and in a flash. Would thatwe had been so perspicacious. If he could control time, Finch possibly imagined, hewould control the power that controlled all other powers. That he and his scheme wereinsane, absolves him somewhat. But I cannot absolve the lacunae in my own judgement."

"I have a small confession to make, dear boy. As an entomologist whose specialty is thestudy of the forelegs of beetles, I have often shamelessly indulged in the phantasy of

being in the time when the first insects appeared on our fair planet. Imagine, if you will,the thrill of seeing the fiirst dung beetle, or even, the first mosquito!"

"Then you must not include me on your expeditions, Professor," said Freddy, "For Iwould be inclined to smash the latter pest so there would be no second mosquito."

Our time traveler of the present instant," said the older man, " is a derelict that Finchediscovered in the streets and alleyways of some unknown metropolis. A homeless drunk,named Stiles Huddlestump, who could be induced to take on any risk for the promise of hard spirits."

"What you saw a few moments ago, was the remains of Finch's apparatus. The paper andfoil are the remains of five giant electrical condensers which were connected to the wirecage containing the time traveler, Huddlestump. When fully changed, Finche intended tothrow a switch which he hoped would produce such a powerful disturbance to the naturalorder that nature would regain its balance by throwing Huddlestump into the future."

"Alas, the result was not that which was anticipated. Before the switch could be thrown, ahorrendous discharge of lightning bolts occured as several of the condensers exploded.Fortunately for us, we were safe behind a protective wall, but Huddlestump was exposed


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to it all. We found him lying unconscious, and were fearful that he would never regain hisconsciousness."

"After some days in convalescence, he did so, much to our relief. But we could notunderstand his wild rantings. I am afraid we had sent his mind into the future, but not his

body. But we were again gratified when he slowly regained his awareness of the present.He has brought back astonishing information about the future, but a portion of his mind issomehow trapped there. "

"One of things that might be of interest to you, Freddy, as you are interested in the future,is his insistance upon having seen aeroplanes, made of metal, that were dropping huge

bombs on cities below."

"With all due respect, Professor," said Freddy, "This Huddlestump must be crackers.Metal aeroplanes! Why, the most advanced aeroplane can barely rise into the air whenmade of the lightest of materials. It lacks the power to carry heavy loads."

"Yes," said Thistlepatch musing on this, "it lacks power. Perhaps Finche was right allalong." After a moment of thought the distinguished entomologist said abruptly, " In afew weeks, if Huddlestump's health improves to the point that he can endure a publicinterview, we shall schedule a meeting of the Club to examine his claims of futurecalamity. I shall send word to you when this will occur. It is pointless to look in on himnow as he is generally asleep at this time of day."

"If I am not being to forward, Professor, you might send word through Hyacinth Marie--a messenger I shall be only too glad to receive." said Freddy, " I do wonder why she saidnothing at all earlier this day about your scientific misadventure."

"Hyacinth Marie, and her dear departed mother," said Thistlepatch," learned long ago tothink of the Club members as boring old fuddy-duddys, and so she gives no attentionwhatever to our pursuits. Her fancies at the moment seem to be parties, balls, and other exciting amusements." Half to himself, he said, " And I do believe that her hair isgrowing progressively shorter with each cutting."

II.

The Time Travel Argonauts thought the revelations of Huddlestump would be of keeninterest to others, and a boon to enrollment in the Club, and they invited all interested

parties to attend.Thus, dozens of curious faces turned to a doorway where one of the club membersappeared with an old man and guided him to a chair beside the lectern. Huddlestump'sgaunt and pale appearance made Freddy think of a deceased chicken, although he wasuncertain if this was a result of the accident or Huddlestump's dissolute life. The skin of his face around his eyes seemed to have been blackened, but the most notable feature of his appearance was his hair, now totally white, which stood out from his head as if hewere connected to a Leyden jar. Upon being seated in the chair his hends began to


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tremble so markedly that he was given a brandy glass with a generous amount of whiskeyto calm his nerves. He gulped this down greedily, wiped his mouth, and stared out at theassemblage with wild darting glances. He then began to laugh with an endless, insane,cackle. "YOU ARE ALL DOOMED!" he suddenly shouted, "DOOOOOOMED!"

"I believe my first impression was correct," Freddy commented to Hyacinth Marie, sottovoce, "The man is a delirious drunk."

There was a sharp tap of the gavel on the lectern by Professor Thistlepatch, whodeclared, "Welcome, ladies and gentleman, and honored guests,to a special presentationof the Time Travel Argonauts, et cetera, to examine a remarkable event. We have Thetestimony of a fearless time argonaut who has penetrated the mysteries of the future--andmysteries they are-- to return to share them with us. I present at this time, Mr. StilesHuddlestump."

There was polite applause and the audience grew silent,eager awaiting the revelations

promised. Much to Freddy's delight, Hyacinth Marie's delicate hand found his, and whenhe stole a sideways glance at her she returned it with a shy smile.

"The journey of time argonaut Huddlestump," continued the Professor, " was one of themind alone. He was suddenly transported to a time in our future and perceivedremarkable events in the moment of their occurance. We shall now attempt to penetratedeeper into this enigma."

"Mr Huddlestump," said the Professor addressing him directly, "What is it that you seenow? What do you see!"

Huddlestump shot a quick glance to Thistlepatch which signified that he received thequestion. He then began to moan softly and eerily, cradling his head in his arms. Sosuddenly it caused some of his listeners to start in their seats, he cried, " I SEE THEBOMBS! THE BOMBS ARE FALLING! AIEEE--GIANT SILVER AEROPLANES!"He then began to shiver uncontrollably, and a member of the Club rushed up with morewhiskey to calm his nerves lest the vision be lost.

"I SEE A FLAG WITH A BLACK SPIDER! THE LEADER IS THE MADVEGETARIAN! THE LEADER IS THE WALLPAPER HANGER! He then sank back into silence, and there was a flurry of conversation among the Club members.

"Vegetarian, wallpaper and spiders," commented the Mr. Bovinas, "What can one makeof that unearthly combination? We must face the question of whether this man is at allsane."

"The giant silver aeroplanes," commented Weeble, "may be balloons made of a silveryfabic appearing to be metal."

"Can you describe the spider?" enquired Mr. Bovinas of Huddlestump. "How many legs


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does it have?"

"For God's sake, Bovinas!" exclaimed Kramp, who was always difficult to please, "It iscommon knowledge that spiders have eight legs! You ignorance of elementary biology isastounding."

"THE BLACK SPIDER WITH FOUR TWISTED LEGS!" shouted Huddlestump, almostin defiance of Krampe.

"This is not rational!" shouted Krampe.

"Please Mr. Krampe," said Bovinas. "I have an idea. It is not a spider but a symbol." Hethen made a quick sketch in his lecture notes and held it up in Huddlestump's face. "Isthis the spider?" he asked.

Huddlestump shrank away in terror. "THE BLACK SPIDER!" he cried with agitation.

Bovinas proceeded to the blackboard behind the lectern and drew a design large enoughfor all to see."This is the black spider," he said triumphantly.

"Why it is only a fylfot!" exclaimed Weeble.

"Yes," said Bovinas with the air of a savant, "a fylfot, a decorative design, although in theform I have drawn it it is called a swastika , a symbol of the Hindoo god, Shiva."

Krampe pounced on this with glee. "Oh! So now we have Hindoo gods, wallpaper hangers, mad vegetarians, and balloons with bombs! And all from the mind of a neer-do-well whose brain is pickled in alcohol!"

"I believe the Hindoos are vegetarians," said Weeble, "though I have not heard of themassociated with hanging wallpaper."

"The Hindoo's also venerate the cow," replied Krampe sneeringly, " from the rear end of which all of this symbolic excrement emerges!"

"I do not believe that I like your attitude, Mr. Krampe!" replied Weeble, clearly irritated.

"Nor do I!" interjected Bovinas.

At this point the Professor, as the Maestro of ceremonies, felt it necessary to rap sharplyon the lectern several times with his gavel and exclaim, "Gentlemen! We shall behavewith decorum, here."

Sometime during this exchange of words, Mr. Arrex, the druggest, found himself teetering on the edge of tolerance. Arrex 's emotional nature had been severely damaged


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in childhood (in a way we cannot describe here) and he could not tolerate that whichstruck him as frivolous or nonsensical behaviour. He was known about town as having ahair-trigger temperment that a single ill-chosen word could set off. He had attended themeeting out of respect for the learning of the Professor but had misgivings about theseriousness of its members.

Arrex's patience suddenly evaporated, and jamming his hat on his head, and holding hisrolled umbrella before him, charted his grim-faced course to the doorway with the single-mindedness of a woodchuck marching off to its burrow. As he did not have an aisle seat,his heedless flight took him directly past Miss Mulligan, the librarian, a young woman of extraordinary proportions, who happened to be standing in order to get a clearer look atMr. Bovinas' diagram. As Arrex brushed ruthlessly past, she moved suddenly in alarm,and tripped over her chair. Losing the balance of her considerable bulk, she fell noisily,utterly smashing several chairs. The noise of the crash stunned everyone, and the roomfell eerily silent. Miss Mulligan, we must add, was not injured by this fall.

Out of this silence came a weak, hacking, cough, and Huddlestump's rasping plea,

"Water...please. Water."Mr. Weeble quickly supplied him with a glass of water, which he turned aside with hishand. "No doubt it is not aqua pura that the sot is asking for, but aqua vita ," sarcasticallycommented Krampe. Another member replenished Huddlestump's glass with whiskeyand, true to Krampe's diagnosis, he greedily drank it down with a loud sucking noise.

The Professor again rapped on the lectern and declared, "If we may return to the purposeof this meeting, it seems that Mr. Huddlestump has presented us with a quandary. Thequestions that must be addressed, are (1) If bombs are falling, who is dropping the bombsand who is being bombed? (2) The location of the experience the traveler is encounteringhas not being determined.

"Mr. Huddlestump," asked the Professor, "Where are you?"

"I AM HERE" shouted Huddlestump. He then paused, looked around, and uttered a longmoaning sound.His eyes then began to roll in his head and he suddenly leaped out of his chair with a

loud "AIEEEE!" and collapsed to the floor unconscious. The audience was, of course,stunned by this turn of events.

In a moment or two he regained consciousness, sat up, looked around and asked in asomewhat different timbre of voice, "What is this place? Where is Mr. Swift Finche? "

The Professor's physician, Dr. Meade, who was in attendance to look after the timetraveling argonaut's health, put him through a series of small tests. Huddlestump began torant about a wage promised to him by Swift Finche. Mr. Weeble collected some smallchange from the audience, and the old man put this into his pocket with satisfaction. Mostof the audience, who had left their seats to gather around Huddlestump, decided that theevening's events had played out and slowly began to drift away to the cloakroom.


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"I believe," said the Professor, from his post at the lectern, "that Mr Huddlestump's mindhas now returned to his body, and the experiment has been concluded".

"I, for one, have had enough excitement for one evening. At the next session, we shall

consider the claims we have heard at greater length, and with less drama, and I challengethe Club members to come prepared for a scientific discussion concerning whether Mr.Huddlestump did in fact penetrate the veil of the future. As for now, this session is nowconcluded." With that he rapped sharply upon the lectern with his gavel and steppeddown to join the group gathered around Huddlestump.

After a moment of observation, Thistlepatch stepped to one side and beckoned two of his most trusted (and largest) associates. "I would take it as an enormous favor, if youshould speedily escort Huddlestump to the Railway Station and place him on the firstcoach to any notable city, with an ample supply of liquor for the journey." They nodded,and he discretely passed them several banknotes. "The Conductor will put him off at the

destination, and he will stagger to the nearest alleyway to resume the career interrupted by Finche. May God rest his soul, Amen."

III.

When Freddy called at the house a day or two later, he found the Professor in anunusually somber mood. "I suppose," said Freddy, as a way of engaging the older man inconversation, "That now we shall never know who it was that was being bombed by thesilver aeroplanes."

"Oh," said Thistlepatch, coming out of his revery, "I believe we can reasonably concludthat it was the Germans who were being bombed. Several shouts made by therecuperating Huddlestump were in that language. It was the purpose of my publicquestioning to draw this out directly from his memory rather than concluding it byinference."

"Then who were doing the bombing?" asked Freddy.

"This is unknown," said Thistlepatch, " and for the last several days I have been pondering the validity of the presumption that the future can be known. We have, in thecurrent instance, several details, but I suspect we will not know how they fit together until they happen in actuality --assuming, that is, that the prophetic element is correct.You are familiar, are you not, with the drama, McBeth ? "

"I believe that I am," replied Freddy, "If I can get Mr. Shakespeare's stories sorted out inmy mind. So many of them have ghosts on castle walls and people in nightgownswandering about at midnight talking to themselves. Ah! I suspect you have the threewitches in mind."

"Yes, I do," replied Thistlepatch. "You will note that the prophecies not only did not help


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McBeth, but one might say led him to his death."

"But if we don't know what the prophecy means until it happens, then of what use is it?"asked Freddy.

"I suspect," said Thistlepatch pondering this, " that it means the event is foreordained,should you call it destiny, fate, or kismet. Speaking of this, it is said that ferociousMongols of Kublai Khan had a saying that in times of danger one had the choice of either riding out to meet one's destiny, or remaining in one's tent to meet one's fate. "

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