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down by the river a public house once stood it attracted a clientele from the town's neighborhoods the oversees and laborers would whet their whistles after a big day working amid the scrub and the saffron thistles on the afternoon of September ninth 1932 in the pub's kitchen a fire did brew the flue of the Metters stove caught alight which made the cook scream in fright from the bar the proprietor ran at speed to bucket water on the flame's greed town's folk tuned up with hessian bags to stub out the embers that were raging in the building's rags but their efforts to contain the fire were all in vain the watering hole was consumed by the fast pace of the flammable bane at the rear of the pub a charred body was found he'd not escaped the flares which did surround the itinerant bur cutter's ghost loitered at the pub's site for many a year he'd appear on nights when the skies were darkened in drear the fire at the drinker's establishment is still spoken of in town that fateful day the hotel's stove burnt the drinker's house down
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC
Drinker's House (Marian's Challenge)
down by the river a public house once stood it attracted a clientele from the town's neighborhoods the oversees and laborers would whet their whistles after a big day working amid the scrub and the saffron thistles on the afternoon of September ninth 1932 in the pub's kitchen a fire did brew the flue of the Metters stove caught alight which made the cook scream in fright from the bar the proprietor ran at speed to bucket water on the flame's greed town's folk tuned up with hessian bags to stub out the embers that were raging in the building's rags but their efforts to contain the fire were all in vain the watering hole was consumed by the fast pace of the flammable bane at the rear of the pub a charred body was found he'd not escaped the flares which did surround the itinerant bur cutter's ghost loitered at the pub's site for many a year he'd appear on nights when the skies were darkened in drear the fire at the drinker's establishment is still spoken of in town that fateful day the hotel's stove burnt the drinker's house down
This piece is part fact and part fiction. #public house  #fire  #ghost
ElizabethSquires
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Nov 29, 2014
Nov 29, 2014 at 4:43 AM UTC
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