Miss Watkins –

Surely Roundbottom is aware of his great luck in having so able and capable a partner in his adventures. You represent the Foundation well in the presentation of the field sounds.

The music and the undertone of sound (speech?) is quite evocative. I quite agree that the Doctor’s activities of late have garnered the attention of the Fey of all types.

Still, this sort of contact is not without danger. The relations between the different Fey lineages are complex and predate our brief history. Their minds and motives are vastly different from our own, and even the sweetest songs may contain danger — as evidenced by your own Grand Tour. Your own and Dr. Roundbottom’s safety should be of primary concern in this matter, as always.

Is it possible that a processing of the recording, using the functions of the Informatitron, might give you access to the parts of the recording above and below the normal range of human hearing? As related in a previous posting, the races of the natural and preternatural regions may have perceptions beyond the range of we poor mortals.

In any case, I applaud the willingness of a great scientist in taking on a novice, whose sex is not always known for its rigorous habit of mind. I am sure that, through continued training, you will manage to bring Roundbottom up to your exacting scientific standards.

Yours in friendship,

– M. Van Allen

Dear Doc Roundbottom,

The back of my head is achin’ as if I’d once again been pegged by a jug at the local drinking establishment. In truth, the pain is due to a smack received from Mam upon mentionizing for the second or fourth time what a lovely voice Miss Watkins has. Yes, she does, indeed.

The Wiggins boyfolk were also inspired. They have construturated a recording device using audio impressionable moss upon a hand cranked platter, and have been playing over and over again the small section of Miss Watkin’s delightful adventures upon the boat.

Our girls, on the other hand, have all taken to talking like Miss Watkins and have been stealing many of my books on tinkering from my library. I keep inistin that such things are not for the sensibilities of womenfolk, but I fear they may have befuddled their brains with the liberating nature of Miss Watkins adventurizing.

If I were to address Miss Watkins directly, which I am not to be doing, as Mam is standing near, I would let her be knowing what a pleasure it was to hear her words being spearkerized in such a way as to impressionate my mind like a beautiful lily flower a bloomin in the morning swamp dew.

So you be knowing it, I went to fetch Dimbain the second along with his conch shell listening device this morn. Figured he could interpretize that there music of the weefolk in the voicygraph, but soon realized young Dimbain had gone a running, most likely to accompany them there Boggarts on their trek Northward. I came to this conclusioning using logic, along with the note he left. He took with him his device-coat, a long woolen coat woven from swamp-rat hair. It has armatures built in to carry his equipments. One metal clamp I assume is a keeping the Boggart decipherizer to his ear as he walks. Another holds his sextant. The shelves in his bedroom laboratory are now barren, so he will be well equipped, as any gentlemanly adventurer should be. We also discovered all the dolls were naked, and the kidling’s stockpile of fireworks and battle toys are gone.

So, if you do see a husky young lad, wearing goggles with one lens longer than the other, articulated tinkering garb, walking with a parade of well dressed and well armed Boggarts, do let Mam and I know.

Senator Kelliwammer, no matter how many time we assured him Dimbain was fine and acting freely, has insisted that our boy has been kidnapped by “dastardly blaggard Boggarts” and must be rescued by force before they “return for bloodthirst revenge upon our good county.” As fars as I can tell, the posse is mostly composed of the Boggart oil manufacturing guild, who, due to the total absence of Boggarts in our vicinites, now have extra time on their hands. Mam and I are quite appreciative of their concern for our son, but do wish they would listen we when assure them going after the Boggarts is not necessary for our young Dimbain. Senator Kelliwammer assures us the oils in the Boggarts glands is what makes them dangerous, so we must be helping save the Boggarts by removing that there oil. My own chemicalizing testings do not find this to be true, but I must assume the man does know what he is speakerizing.

I do hope you may decipher them Boggarts speech soon and find a way to end this commotion. For some reason Mam and young Judith are more a worried about Senator Kelliwammer and the posse than the Bird Queen. I assures them that the posse will simply see that young Dimbain is under no threat and shall return without troubles. I on the other hand do worry much about any form of royalty, as even birds should be free, like we are, and not under the control of some overbearing Queen who is causing trouble just to satisfy her own undecipherable plans. Good luck with your quest, good Doctor.

Dimbain H. Wiggins

Roundbottom,

I er’ , heard yer broadcast and noticed the fourth sproket keep’n the second steam valve shut alittle too long. I certainly dont appreciate the abuse the machine has been take’n, but er… I do appreciate the lovely diatribe of Miss Watkins and even hearin the beautiful Fae music.. Who’d a thought they could plays something so beautiful!

So, Ive decided in the kindness of my heart to fix the machine free of charge this time around. Take better care Doctor, its hard to find the Yellow Dolly Metal to make them cartridges..

Now… come to think of it.. I do recall see’n alot of Fae hovering near the deposits. T’would explain why… hmm…
Well, that’s interesting!

There are very few caves in which the Dolly metal, I call it that because of the Yellow Dolly flowers that grow around the caves, anyways I always go at night during the full moons to find it because it glows yellow but so feintly that only the right lense can find them..
Well, the Faeries are always hovering around the cave entrance.. Interesting. I wonder if..

We should talk more Doctor when next I see you..

Good job on the recordings..

~Nathaniel~

My good Doctor,

I myself spent an evening toying with your recording. I transferred it onto hand-wound Springbox. Alas I fear I may have wasted my time as it seems I transferred the recording in reverse. I didn’t realise at first as the sound of cicadas or some sort of crikets seems to run through the recording, and appears to be forwards when it is backwards.

I wish you well on the problem and I may take another evening to try and re-thread the damn thing.

Mr. Mortlewood,

I’ve made similar mistakes so you have my sympathy. I hope you do rethread it, as we’re all at a loss at the meaning of this recording.