[at-l] The Seventh Shelter by Ingmer Bamaman

["David S. Severance" <sevy@conknet.com>]

Repost from 4/7/97:  Per Felix's Word-o-Day ( and yes another "Silly"
parapacker story )

	

	Warren Doyle suddenly appeared like some apocalyptic sign in that lost
Ingmer Bamaman classic, "The Seventh Shelter" surreptionsly section hiking
solo, seventies-style while twenty bare chests over the sunny hillside sang
Samuel Taylor Coleridge:

	Near Derricks Knob Shelter
	The Gypsy hiker Did See,
	A Stately Hiker Man
	Where AT the sacred trail
	ran through mountains measureless to man down to a sunless tree.

	So twice ten miles over fertile ground
	with many a curse "23*#!, 1 thought it said down." 
         And here were many a sinewy polysheet
        And there the thumping call of the beater bird.

	Meanwhile back at the shelter.......

	Sal carefully moved the seventh trap into position as Boo Boo and the Boy
Scouts said a silent prayer to The Mouse King-.

	Thump, thump, thump went the beater bird
            snap, snap,, snap went the traps
            flap, flap flap waved the poly wrap.

	Further up the trail:

	A solitary red heifer "Helga" appeared while twenty bare chests over the
moonlit hillside sang songs of sorrow, songs of pain.  Yes, but just one
more mouse did so remain.

	Just outside of Damascus:

	The tiny parapackers were all dressed in formal wear as Milo Garcia sang,
" It's not unusual to go out with anyone" trying so hard to do his best Tom
Jones impersonation.  Warren Doyle clapped hard still trying to decide if
he can lead this odd group of parapackers and their comical leader.  It
would be his greatest challenge yeL

	Back at the shelter:
	The Mouse King hoisted up his massive pack.
	

The Bamaman  AT '81
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