These are the Life and Times of
Nestor Horaatio Plimsoul.
Nestor came into this world under the ensign of Gail Storm Warning.
Seems 'twas to be portent for most of his life.
It was spring, morning, and near to dawn. As the day was breaking the cry of a wee, wee, baby boy. A Cornwall laddie was come into this world.
The babe was quite small but a lusty, thriving, cry came forth of him. It rivaled the blustering storms howl that wracked the shores of Old Cornwall that morn.
His Da' was quite sure that this lad was not going to be of the usual sort. Legend had it that babes born at dawn, in spring, in a gale, always had a wanderlust in the heart. His proudly fatherly heart showed within him a mist of emotion he was seldom to know in all his years. Aside from the coup of marrying his wife, this was the highest moment his life had ever known. "A man wants always to have a son at his back." This he had said gently and softly to his fine little new son. Rocking the new baby back and forth, the father pronounced his name. "Nestor Horaatio Plimsoll meet yer old da' "!
So Nessy was dried and wraped and tucked into his mams' arms. She loved him well and resolved that he should have all that could be given him. She stroked his little lined cheeks with a small, soft, velveted, pouch. It was old now and somewhat worn. It conatined the best of her inheritance to him. Then she fed her boy at the breast of her motherhood and Nestor slept.
Now let us retreat to the beginnings of the Tale. To relate of how things came to be for the advent of this baby boy.
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