Bunyan’s Chores: The Labors of Paul Bunyan

This timber-tale is composed alike movie-writer would so that you might make the picture move in your mind, at wherever place you might be or might like to be, doing whatever you do or might like to do; myself, I like my movie with popcorn, stale popcorn, you know, when the butter soaks-in and it gets to be soft and scrumptious; then, in the slow, boring parts, when my brain goes to sleep, me and my mouth can have a good time until the action starts-up again; yet, you might like your popcorn hot and fresh and greasy, if so, enjoy it as you like it.


The tall-tale of a big-man, plaid, monmouth capped, too big to be tied to neckties, to stop-and-go signs, to computered cubicles.   Come, join Bunyan in outdoor chores: lassoing of the moon, straightening the Crooked River, conquering mosquitoes, grappling with the giant, Russian sturgeon, and many another mighty, muscly adventure worthy of you and of our American Hercules.  Read-on with Lit’l Lucette, Johnny Inkslinger, Hel Helson, Shot Gunderson, Thomas “Little Merry” O’Meara and other bighearted, Northwoods lumberjacks who join Paul and his faithful pal, Babe the Blue Ox, as we with big wide strides stroll into better times, those fortunate days when we were Children-of-the-Book, honest, fair, and good.


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Where is that ax-man of ripcord sinew, knotted arms and broad back who with ax-head steel sharp felled cloud tickling pine with but one swift strong stroke: who among lumber-giants remains to tell of Paul Bunyan.  Bunyan, who cleared god’s thumb of thick-tangled forest, who down-river sent flat-plank-board to home millions, who in storm-god’s power tore from earth the crooked stump to furrow ten-thousand mile of vining verdant vegetation, food of a nation: none now lives who can truly tell the trials, toils, troubles of Paul Bunyan.