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    <title>GreacenStanford294</title>
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    <collections>Letters to Stanford</collections>
    <contributor>Greacen Estate</contributor>
    <coverage>1977 Aug 12th</coverage>
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    <date>Wednesday, March 16, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>GreacenStanford294</identifier>
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    <keywords>The Snake and the Traveller</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <transcript>﻿&quot;The Snake and Traveller&quot;

Norton Fitzwarren, Shepton Mallet,
sheepwash, Black Torrington
or some such western place -
The time a century ago.

An evening black as tar
A knife of wind ice-edged
And never a star to bless the traveller
Nor even cur to argue territorial rights
A stranger rode up to the &quot;Fox and Hounds&quot;

Inside the oil lamps spluttered
Poured light in saffron pool
Polished the golden cider.
The traveller called for brandy,
The locals stared, froze into a hush
And crowded round the fire.

No one remembred later xxxx how it happened:
A callow youth guffawed, perhaps, to see
A gentleman join the rustic company
Or someone trod upon the stranger&#039;s foot
Or spoke a dialect word translated into insult
In the traveller&#039;s cold brain*

putting down his glass he pulled a snake
Out of his pocket underneath his cloak.
&quot;Apologise or die of snakebite&quot;, he said.
The landlord and the villagers stood agape
Like xxxxxxx tableau figures made of wax.
A minute later all had fled]Except for the jelly-bellied landlord.
&quot;Truly I&#039;m most sorry,sir&quot;, he gasped.
The traveller calmly ordered mutton chops,
Drank two quarts of ale and went to bed.

Hours later Jack, an old labourer died
Of a heart attack brought on by xxxxxx fright.
Young George stayed in bed a whole week.
Others screamed in their sleep
So that doctor and parson earned their keep
For several weeks on end.
The greaybeards met in council and declared:
&quot;&#039;Twas the devil in disguise or we be Dutch.&quot;

Then the landlord had a new sign painted,
Renamed his inn &quot;The Snake and Traveller&quot;
And made a fortune for himself
Not far from Norton Fitzwarren,Shepton Mallet,
sheepwash, Black Torrington.

Robert Greacen
12th August 77
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