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The River's Tale

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Hidden : 4/27/2014
Difficulty:
1 out of 5
Terrain:
1.5 out of 5

Size: Size: micro (micro)

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Don't let children retrieve and be careful, though I don't think there's a danger of falling in.  You need to be at least five feet six inches tall.

If you're not in a rush, take a few minutes to read this lovely poem called The River's Tale by Rudyard Kipling

Twenty bridges from Tower to Kew wanted to know what the River knew

For they were young and the Thames was old, and this is the tale that the River told:

'I walk my beat before London Town, five hours up and seven down

Up I go and I end my run at Tide-end-Town, which is Teddington Down

I come with the mud in my hands to plaster it over the Maplin Sands

But I'd have you know that these waters of mine were once a branch of the River Rhine

When hundreds of miles to the East I went and England was joined to the Continent

I remember the bat-winged lizard-birds, the Age of Ice and the mammoth herds

And the giant tigers that stalked them down through Regent's Park into Camden Town

And I remember like yesterday the earliest Cockney who came my way

When he pushed through the forest that lined the Strand, with paint on his face and a club in his hand

He was death to feather and fin and fur, he trapped my beavers at Westminster

He netted my salmon, he hunted my deer, he killed my herons off Lambeth Pier

He fought his neighbour with axes and swords, flint or bronze, at my upper fords

While down at Greenwich for slaves and tin the tall Phoenician ships stole in

And North Sea war-boats, painted and gay, flashed like dragon-flies Erith way

And Norseman and Negro and Gaul and Greek drank with the Britons in Barking Creek

And life was gay, and the world was new, and I was a mile across at Kew

But the Roman came with a heavy hand, and bridged and roaded and ruled the land

And the Roman left and the Danes blew in, and that's where your history books begin'.

Additional Hints (Decrypt)

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Ernpu hc uvtu naq qba'g snyy va!

Decryption Key

A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M
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N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z

(letter above equals below, and vice versa)



 

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