Paul Bunyan

So, um, yeah.

Home of Paul Bunyan, by the way.

Fans.

Yeah.

Home of Paul Bunyan.

Bob Dylan too, no? No, he was, he was a little more North, I think.

A little more North.

And then it switched to PK.

And, uh, you know, through, through forest and we, we come up on a tree that had fallen across the trail.

Um, so, you know, as soon as someone gets on the radio and says there's a tree down before I even can register what's going on, five guys with chainsaws past me, you know, trying to go be Paul Bunyan.

I'm, I'm just hanging out there and, and, uh, I decided to, to hop out and, and have a look around.

And I, didn't realize how close i was to the edge or just wasn't paying attention or i don't know what i did but i decided to pull forward a little bit and my pulling forward put my front passenger tire right off the edge of the trail going down and

Yes.

Well, before Paul Bunyan, to be fair, we as a society.

But that's

what I think of someone holding a candle.

now it happened at this grand entertainment there was one young prince above all the rest mighty comely to behold and as tall and as straight as ever i could wish to look on right merrily did he dance that night with the old king's daughter wheeling there as light as a feather and footing it away to the admiration of every one the musicians played the better for seeing their dancing and they danced as if their lives depended upon it after all this dancing came the supper and the young prince was seated at the table beside the sight of his beautiful partner who smiled upon him as often as he spoke to her and that was by no means so often as he wished for he had constantly to turn to the company and thank them for the many compliments passed upon his fair partner and himself in the midst of this banquet one of the great lords said to king cork may it please your majesty here is everything in abundance that heart can wish for both to eat and drink except water water said the king mightily pleased at some one calling for that of which purposely there was a want water shall you have my lord speedily and that of such a delicious kind that i challenge all the world to equal it daughter said he go fetch some in the golden vessel which i caused to be made for the purpose the king's daughter who is called fiarusca which signifies in english spring water did not much like to be told to perform so many a service before so many people and though she did not venture to refuse the commands of her father yet hesitated to obey him and looked down upon the ground the king who loved his daughter very much seeing this was sorry for what he had desired her to do but having said the word he was never known to recall it he therefore thought of the way to make his daughter go speedily and fetch the water and it was by proposing that the young prince her partner should go along with her accordingly with a loud voice he said daughter i wonder not at your fearing to go alone so late at night but i doubt not the young prince at your side will go with you the prince was not displeased at hearing this and taking the golden vessel in one hand with the other led the king's daughter out of the hall so gracefully that all present gazed after them with delight when they came to the spring of water in the courtyard of the palace the fair uska unlocked the door with the greatest care and stooping down with the golden vessel to take some of the water out of the well found the vessel so very heavy that she lost her balance and fell in the young prince tried in vain to save her for the water rose and rose so fast that the entire courtyard was speedily covered with it and he hastened back almost in a state of distraction to the king the door of the well being left open the water which had been so long confined rejoiced at obtaining its liberty rushed forth incessantly every moment rising higher and was in the hall of the entertainment sooner than the young prince himself so that when he attempted to speak to the king he was up to his neck in water at length the water rose to such a height that it filled the entire length of the green valley in which the king's palace stood and so the present loch of cork was formed yet the king and his guests were not drowned as would now happen if such an awful indignation were to take place neither was his daughter the fair uska who returned to the banquet hall the very next night after this dreadful event and every night since the same entertainment and dancing goes on in the palace in the bottom of the lock and will last until some one has the luck to bring up out of it the golden vessel which was the cause of all this mischief nobody can doubt that it was a judgment upon the king for his shutting up the well in the courtyard from the poor people and if there are any who do not credit my story they may go and see the lock of cork for there it is to be seen to this day The road to Kinsale passes at one side of it, and when its waters are low and clear, the tops of towers and stately buildings may be plainly viewed in the bottom by those who have good eyesight, without the help of spectacles.

A Paul Bunyan Story from the USA.

The Growing Boy.

Retold by James Cloyd Bowman.

Little did the wise old white pine know of the future when he spread the report that none of the trees would live to see another blue moon, and when he told them that they were fools to dream of the coming of a great hero who was certainly ignorant of what was happening.

On the other side of the father of inland lakes, far beyond the line where the sky seemed to meet and mingle with the water, there was the strangest boy that had ever been heard in all of the history of the world.

His name was Paul Bunyan.

He had the blackest hair and the bluest eyes that ever were.

I'd never even heard of it before.

But he had a stunning resume and he looked like Paul Bunyan, man.

I mean, in the woods, I had a full beard.

His teeth were gone, but he studied and his resume just shined.

The answer is no.

I mean, don't you remember the old story about Paul Bunyan, right? The man that was trying to compete with the machine, the logging machine.

I mean, I remember it as a childhood story.

Even the strongest man in the world couldn't keep up with the logging machines.

It looked like a catch until you looked at the replay.

Anyway, Sparty is off next week before meeting Michigan for the coveted Paul Bunyan trophy.

Usually we try and figure out what the best team is.

Now we're going to try and figure out which team is worse before this game.

third.

Hitting in the number four position, the great big guy who has been tabbed as the Paul Bunyan of baseball, 6'7", 250-pound Frank Howard.

He'll be batting in the cleanup spot for Walter Austin and company, and he'll be playing in right field.

Hitting number five will be the veteran Lee Walls at first base.