Hi Mike, Thanks for this delightful, entertaining and enchanting tale. Like I have encouraged several others on your Site to write down their thoughts, experiences and adventures, I encourage YOU to compile your writings into a book or several. I urge you to clearly differentiate the facts from the imaginary so as NOT to lead anyone into misapprenhensions about any story being fact or fiction.
I have written 2 self-published books (check www.rharrisinc.com ) and I would be glad to share my observations of "How-to and How-Not-to" to clear a few of the many decisions from your path. I just called my Printer/Publisher, Rick Roy, yesterday and was reassured that he would be happy to guide any who requested his help in making proper, economical decisions in their printing. Thanks again, Mike for this excellent Site, for the Kindly, Gentlemanly Way in which you restore and keep order on it. If I can help in any way, please let me know. Sincerely, Richard Harris, 56 yr FL Pharmacist -----Original Message----- From: M. G. Devour [mailto:[email protected]] Sent: Tuesday, February 17, 2004 2:58 PM To: [email protected] Subject: Re: CS>The Last Great Race Bob Smith wrote: > Some time back there was an account posted of a group of British > mountain climbers being caught in a storm while climbing Mt. Everest, > One of them was critically ill with a high fever. One of the group took > a flashlight battery and a silver medallion he was wearing and fashioned > a crude generator. He knew it was working when he saw bubbles forming, > At the time I read it, I understood it to be even before the 20's It > didn't say if the sick one survived. Oh LORDY!!! I can't stop laughing! Thank you for remembering that, Bob. However, that was a small piece of ***FICTION*** written by *ME* to illustrate a point. God, I *hope* that little snippet never makes it to the status of an urban legend! It would be the sort of thing that would hurt rather than help the cause of CS. <sigh> Also, note that the story is set in the near future, rather than distant past. If, however, somebody does know of such a tale that is real, I'd love to hear about it... To wit: ------- Forwarded message (slightly edited from the original) ------- Date forwarded: Thu, 13 Aug 1998 08:09:57 -0700 From: "M. G. Devour" <[email protected]> To: [email protected] Date sent: Thu, 13 Aug 1998 11:11:04 -5 Subject: Re: CS protocol Reid wrote: > Also if you want to get even simpler on Becks tape he uses > "one" 9v battery. I don't think he was using distilled because it > started to produce a white smoke as soon as he put the rods in the > water. Sounds like a great "field expedient" setup. Hmmm... >From _Miracle_in_the_Heights_, an as yet unwritten novel by your esteemed moderator. <GRIN> ... The fine silver medallion he wore at his neck was the answer. He had received the award from His Majesty for acts of heroism on the ill- fated expedition to Nepal in ought-six, and carried it in memory of the friends he lost there. Were there anyone to see, they would have noticed a moist glint at the edge of his eye as Commodore Peter Emtrey melted snow in his coffee mug over the diminutive camp stove. He then removed the battery from the GPS receiver, and the antenna clipleads from Martin's portable shortwave transceiver. He used one of the wires to connect the metal cup to the negative pole of the battery. The other, he attached between the positive terminal and the chain on which the medal hung. He dissolved two grains of salt from his mess kit into the warm water, and held the medallion by its chain in the middle of the cup. In the waning light filtering through the tent he could see streams of tiny bubbles rising to the surface, a sure sign that nearly invisible particles of silver were filling the liquid with their healing potency. The minutes dragged by, the wind and snow rocking the tent, perched on the precarious rock shelf. Martin groaned as the Commodore raised him up to receive the preparation. "Here now, chap. Drink this. It'll help." Slowly, he administered sips of the life-saving colloid of silver to his fever-ridden comrade. Hours passed, the only sound the wind and quiet breathing. Emtrey twice repeated the treatment during the night, working by the dim light of the tiny solid state lamp. "Not this time," he thought, his eyes looking far beyond the walls of the tent and the grey light of dawn, his thoughts returning to the heights of Nepal. "No, not this time." -- <VERY BIG GRIN> Be well, all. Mike D. [Mike Devour, Citizen, Patriot, Libertarian] [[email protected] ] [Speaking only for myself... ] -- The Silver List is a moderated forum for discussing Colloidal Silver. Instructions for unsubscribing are posted at: http://silverlist.org To post, address your message to: [email protected] Silver List archive: http://escribe.com/health/thesilverlist/index.html Address Off-Topic messages to: [email protected] OT Archive: http://escribe.com/health/silverofftopiclist/index.html List maintainer: Mike Devour <[email protected]> -- The Silver List is a moderated forum for discussing Colloidal Silver. 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