HUNTING WITH POCOHANTAS
by Fred Butler
A thing about the O'Shaunessey's was that death didn't seem to be such a terrible thing to them. I guess they looked upon it as a part of life. It was not a thing to be desired but at the same time death didn't mean an end to everything. They must have had great faith in the hereafter. Norman Campbell was a very great friend of Michael O'Shaunessey. He was a railroad man. They both were. Michael was retired and he decided to build himself a garage.
He went out to town to get a load of lumber and on the way back he fell off the truck wagon. He was sitting on the wagon with his feet up on the load. He went over a rough place on the road and with no purchase for his feet he got thrown off. He broke his back!
Norman went to see Michael and Michael said to him,"I'm all through, Norman, I'm paralyzed. I'll never be any good for anything again." "Oh,"Norman said,"you'll be fine in no time. Just you wait and see. Why, we'll be bunting together again real soon." Michael snorted back,"Ha! If I ever go hunting again, I'll be hunting with Pocohantas on the other shore!" Michael died shortly afterwards.