Copper, the Alchemist, & the Woman in Trousers: Episode 7

The steam locomotive is still on track. Episode-7 is here, although it seems like only yesterday I sent you a poll asking what kind of serial you wanted to do next.

First I thought I’d give you a glimpse of my world. Since “Atonement in Bloom” will pick up where my novel “Atonement, Tennessee” left off, the setting is wintry. You’d think the view from my window would speed me along in writing it… Sadly I still have a problem with the number of hours in a day.

From My Front Porch

2015 March snow triptic

The view here is much the same as it is in many other parts of the USA — cold, snow, and ice. To the right you’ll see Maximilian (my car) partially behind the post. I had cleared at least six inches of snow from him. This was taken 15 minutes later, and it is covered again.  (My water resistant parka was soaked, but my Clark’s suede boots were completely dry inside.)  I’d say we got at least eight inches of this March snow at my home.

Here’s an extra picture, just because the contrast amuses me. A neighbor cleaned off his little car. It was a lot less work than the driver behind him will have! Also, within an hour of these picture, even the tree trunks became white with blown snow.

2015 March snow single

The things for this weekend’s episode were sent by my dear friend in New Mexico, RC.  Whether it’s things or ingredients, she always comes up with wonderful ideas, but then she’s one of the brightest, most creative people I’ve ever known.

Once again I searched the WordPress countryside, this time for a recipe for sourdough pancakes.  I found a vintage recipe that was done with a nice post.  However, I haven’t heard back from the blogger, so I doubt the blog is still active.  That’s a pity, because she was doing great work.  I’m including her link at the end of this episode anyway.Runny nose contraption

Lastly, I’m getting over an unfortunate head cold that caught me last weekend, and it also became one of our things.  Because of my cold-muddled mind, the story didn’t exactly advance. But then, every tale has to coast now and then.  The train is still on track.

All aboard!

From last time…

“He wasn’t doing it right, but it looked like he was trying to say daddy,” Copper said of one of the chimps.

“He likely wanted you to believe he could lead you to your father,” Cornelis said.  “But you know they were naughty monkeys, and you could not trust them,” he added and Copper nodded her reluctant agreement.

“Chimpanzees,” I said because I couldn’t resist turning the Dutchman’s correction on him.

His eyes narrowed but he didn’t respond to my taunt.  Instead, he looked past me.  “We’ve no time to doddle,” Cornelis reminded us.  “The other two groups are mere minutes away.”

When I turned to look I saw the torches again.  There were two groups, one larger than the other.  They still approached from different directions, but they were indeed much closer.


7.  Muff Pistol, Sourdough Pancakes, Airtights

Just because I find long full skirts and bustles inconvenient and impractical it doesn’t mean that I don’t relish fine things.  I disdain corsets, but that doesn’t prevent me from enjoying an elegant gown.  I actually do have an appreciation and an eye for quality workmanship and materials.  So why would Cornelis and Copper give me such incredulous looks when I delightedly produced a lovely royal blue velvet fur lined muff from an open crate filled with finery.  Really, their reaction was rather offensive.

There was a pocket inside the muff made especially for a gun.  Unfortunately, I had not had a muff pistol for a long time.  A pity that — the inconspicuous firearm could come in handy.  But I ramble.  That ‘s a story for another day.

1860s Woman Handkerchief tintipeCornelis groaned.  I glanced in his direction apprehensively.  Copper sat enthralled, watching the alchemist.  I ducked behind a crate for cover.

“Huh.  Huh.  Huh,” Cornelis gasped in advance of a sneeze and I cringed.

Cornelis Drebbel couldn’t precisely get sick, due to his unique state of existence.  However, he could get the equivalent of a very bad head cold.  The effects of which ranged from alarming to amusing.

Ah-choo!” I inadvertently finished for him, as my own head cold was the genuine article.

“God bless you — and everybody around you!” Copper exclaimed, her favorite blessing for a large splashy sneeze.

I took out my handkerchief and blew my nose in a most unladylike way.  Then it happened.  Cornelis abruptly finished his sneeze, with no preamble whatsoever.  Before the sound died away, before the rain of spittle settled, the effects of the alchemist’s mighty “AH-CHOO!” were revealed.

Pancake Day races
Vintage Pancake Day Races

Every sneeze had a different result.  Knee-high stacks of sourdough pancakes surrounded us, the manifestation of his first ah-choo.  It would have been nice if the subsequent sneeze rained syrup onto the pancakes, as they looked quite delicious.  But I supposed that was just as well.  It would have been dreadfully messy.

Instead, the next sudden involuntary expulsion of air from his nose and mouth created a hail of doorknobs.  That was rather dangerous.  Cornelis got a goose-egg on his head from where one landed on him.  For once the wretched bustle of my skirt was useful, as it deflected two knobs that would have assaulted me.

An electric crackle in the air was the only warning alchemic sneeze effect.  I put my arms over my head when I heard it.  I held my breath, wondering what this sneeze would bring.  Something smacked against my forearm.  I noted with relief that it was neither hard nor heavy.  Hundreds of delicate thumps sounded as chrysanthemum blossoms rained down all around us.

4 Women Handkerchiefs“Ah-choo-choo-choo!” I triple-sneezed.  I was appallingly allergic to chrysanthemums.  As if my head cold was not enough.

How did Cornelis Drebbel and I come to have head colds, you might ask?  It happened something like this…


Clouds blocked the light of the moon.  Rather than risk blindly heading into the darkness, Corneils and I chose to follow the nearby river.  At least that way we wouldn’t become lost.  However, that route took us closer to one of our three groups of pursuers.

We still had no idea who any of them were.  Cornelis had made the group of chimpanzees scatter with the magically enhanced road locomotive, and their three leaders became a ceramic statue of “wise monkeys.”  However, I didn’t think whomever controlled the chimps was out of the picture.

Our unknown adversaries were much too close for comfort.  I could distinguish different voices as they shouted to each other.  One seemed vaguely familiar, but I couldn’t place who it was.Lovers Eye Brooch

“Over there!” a man shouted.

We’d been seen.  Cornelis muttered in the odd sounding language he used to work his tricks.  I felt an odd sensation that made the hair on my arms stand up.  Suddenly the road locomotive lurched in an impressive burst of speed.  Copper squealed with delight.  Our pursuers were quickly left far behind — whoever they were.

Lights shone from every window in a building ahead.  As we got closer I saw that it was the local grist mill.  “I wouldn’t expect anyone at the mill this late,” I commented but Cornelis didn’t understand me because of our noisy conveyance.

“Look,” the Dutchman said.  “Someone is at the grist mill.  Doesn’t the sheriff own half of it?  Maybe we should stop there, get the authorities involved.”

Mill Springs, Kentucky
Mill Springs, Kentucky

I mouthed the word “No.”  As soon as I heard the word “sheriff” something fell into place in my mind.  I had heard a vaguely familiar voice amid the distant shouting of our pursuers.  Suddenly I realized that voice sounded a lot like Sheriff Alvin Bullard.  Could the sheriff be involved in whatever was going on?

Leaning close to Cornelis Drebbel my lips were a hair away from his ear so I could make him hear me above the noise of the traction engine.

“I always knew you were sweet on me,” he teased drolly before I could speak.

The temptation to swat the alchemist was strong.  However, I voiced my concern about the sheriff.  Cornelis made an appropriate face and nodded.  “Onward then,” he said and gave the locomotive another burst of speed.

I pieced things together, and I believed everything that had happened was connected.  Mr. Hixon, Copper’s father, disappeared.  People from the orphanage were keen to take Copper before anyone should have known her father was missing.  An unknown dead man was found in Calvin Hixon’s his study and trained chimpanzees spirited the corpse away.  Three groups of adversaries converged on the Hixon estate, presumably to abduct Copper.  I believed all those things were related to the priceless Leonardo da Vinci papers that were hidden inside the owl-shaped lamp.Copper with Flowers

The road locomotive had been traveling at an astonishing speed for quite a while.  The grist mill was long gone, and I hadn’t seen another building in some time.  Shouting to be heard above the noise of the engine, I suggested that it was safe for us to slow down.  In answer Cornelis gave me an all too familiar sheepish look.

“Don’t tell me…” I warned the Dutchman.  I was right.  He didn’t know how to slow down the road locomotive.

We careened across the country side.  The clouds drifted away from the moon.  I saw that there was a bend in the river ahead.  “Lovely,” I commented sarcastically.  “Now we’ll leave the course of the river and get lost in the countryside,” I said assuming the locomotive would continue to travel in a straight line.

“No, but that would be preferable,” Cornelis called back to me.  “The engine is following the river.  It won’t veer from that course.  And we’re going too fast to take that curve!” he cried just as the traction engine teetered onto two wheels.

My hatbox flew out of the engine and into the river.  With an oath that was in no way feminine, I dove into the frigid darkness of the water after my hatbox.  There was no choice.  The hatbox contained the skull of Cornilis Drebble.Perfumed Handkerchief Pkg

The hatbox wasn’t heavy, and apparently a pocket of air had been trapped inside, preventing it from sinking fast.  I was able to get my hands on it without diving to the deepest reaches of the river.  However my heavy skirt and bulky bustle hindered me rising back to the surface.

As my heavy clothes pulled me down, I struggled to remove them and still hold onto the hatbox.  However, I wasn’t having much success.  Something tapped my neck and gave me a tiny electric shock.  When I turned I saw a thin filament of glowing green.  I associated the luminous verdant color with the Dutchman’s tricks.  But the tendril was so slim; I didn’t see how it could possibly help me.

Yet with no other help in sight I tentatively touched the glowing strand.  It wrapped itself gently around my wrist, and pulled me easily to the surface of the river.  Then it continued to lift me upward and onto the road locomotive.  I noted that the engine had stopped.

Copper applauded enthusiastically.  Cornelis took a bow as if the entire catastrophe had been part of a show, while I sat shivering, soaked, and sulky.  My frock was ruined, along with my favorite top hat.  Even the dratted bustle was a loss, as it was the least uncomfortable one I had ever found.

The alchemist’s skull was safe and sound, if cold and wet.

Cornelis Drebbel
Cornelis Drebbel

With another surge of magical speed, Cornelis drove the engine past the next few towns, staying on the outskirts.  The engine was noisy, and naturally we didn’t want to draw attention to ourselves, particularly since we didn’t know who was chasing us.  However, it zoomed by the towns with such speed, that I doubted anyone could have figured out what caused the sudden noise.

Far out into the countryside we came upon an abandoned church that seemed to watch protectively over a few other buildings that were within the same tumbledown stone fence.  One of the buildings was quite large and part of the back wall had fallen.  It was easily large enough to conceal the road locomotive.

The building held a number of old crates.  Each was tagged with owner’s information.  Apparently at one time the building had been used as private storage space.

Cold and still damp from my dive into the river, I leaned against a tall crate, suddenly feeling extremely weary.  Then I sneezed.  By the time I had wiped my nose, Cornelis was sniffling too.  The minute I looked at the alchemist I knew that he had the nearest thing to a head cold that is possible for him to catch.  I sneezed again, knowing I had the real McCoy

So now you know how we came to be surrounded by old crates and impossible stacks of sour dough pancakes.

1862 Pancake Tossing drawing
1860’s Shrovetide family tossing pancakes


I grabbed my suitcase and hid behind a stack of crates to change into my trousers and a shirt.  It would have been worth a dunk in the river to get back into my preferred clothes, if not for my top hat being ruined.

That’s when I started paying attention to all the crates.  Many of the wooden storage boxes were opened or damaged, probably from whatever caused one of the walls to fall.  They contained all manner of things.  From one opened crate random items of apparel spilled to the floor, including the royal blue muff I mentioned.  There was a label on the side of the crate, Property of Alastair Wong Sr.

A packet of letters was tied together with a red ribbon.  When I picked them up I detected a trace of lavender perfume.  Love letters, I thought as my curiosity pressed me to open one and read it.  I looked at the return address and found they were to the afore mentioned Alastair Wong from a Phanny Idelle Peabody in Savannah, Georgia, USA.  I put the letters down when something more important caught my eye.

Preserve Produce adAnother was packed with airtights, as a cowboy friend of mine called them — canned goods.  Several of the jars contained preserves.  Those magical stacks of sourdough pancakes wouldn’t go to waste after all.  Not all of them at least; there were far too many for three people to eat, even with Copper’s voracious appetite.  I wondered if the pancakes were still warm.

“Do it again!” Copper said enthusiastically to Cornelis.

I couldn’t help laughing at the sad, red-eyed expression on his face when the girl wanted him to sneeze yet again.

“It is no game,” Cornelis told Copper in a stuffy nasal voice.

Suppressing another sneeze of my own, I took pity on the alchemist.  I held up a jar of apricot preserves and asked Copper if she’d seen any cutlery in the opened crates.  Her mouth made a silent “Oooh,” when she saw the jar and the girl hurried away in search of a fork.

Judging by the disarray and debris, most of the crates had been searched for valuables after whatever catastrophe happened to the building.  The damage looked old too.  There was an abandoned feeling about the place that I found mildly disconcerting.1870s Handkerchief

“What sort of place do you suppose this is, Cornelis?” I pondered aloud.  “Have we sheltered in some sort of ghost town?  One would think a religious compound like this would be part of a town.  But I get the feeling that there isn’t another soul for miles around.”

The alchemist nodded affirmatively.  “Indeed.  I get the same sense of things,” he agreed.  “It will be dawn soon and the light of day will tell us much.”

Cornelis plopped down on a pile of clothing as if it were a bed.  Apparently the clothes had been sitting there for quite some time.  A cloud of dust puffed up when he landed on them.  The dust tickled my nose and I put my finger firmly between my nose and upper lip.

“Don’t you dare!” Cornelis warned me.  “You know that — huh — if you do — huh — then I will too!” he said just as we both sneezed loudly.

I looked at Cornelis Drebbel.  He looked at me.  Nothing happened.  Copper ran back so us, carrying several forks and even some plates.  She stopped and stared expectantly at the Dutchman.  He and I looked at each other again.  Still nothing happened.  Copper looked disappointed.  I sighed with relief.

Frog Handkerchief Soap adThen elsewhere in the building I heard a wet splat.  And another.  A funny little guttural sound traveled to my ears.  It was followed by several dozen more wet splat sounds, and the sounds were coming closer.  A splat sounded right beside me.  I turned to see Cornelis wearing a sad-eyed long suffering expression.  His eyes rolled to look upward.  A frog sat squarely on top of his head.

Ribbit,” the frog looked at me and said.  A chorus of ribbits from all around the building answered.

Copper laughed with delight.  I chortled despite myself.  However, my merriment stopped as, splat-splat-splat, frogs rained down upon us.


Is Sheriff Alvin Bullard one of the bad guys?  He seemed harmless enough with his amusingly thick mustache.  Will our trio keep running, no matter how far, to escape the villains who would kidnap Copper?  Or will they turn and fight?  They’re awfully outnumbered.

Come back next weekend when our things are all “ingredients” from Elini’s Culinary Journey.

Don’t leave yet!  Here is this week’s recipe.  Bon appétit!

Recipe:  Sourdough Pancakes


Recipe credit:  Laury at Egad, Sire, Truly — Bits from one woman’s life





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45 thoughts on “Copper, the Alchemist, & the Woman in Trousers: Episode 7

    1. That might be a fun research project, but I’d better not indulge myself in that right now. LOL, especially if research includes a lot of eating!
      Maybe it’s because (in my experience) pancakes are not something we take time for on the average day. So that makes them something fun. And then some religions and/or regions associate pancakes with a holiday… again making them special.
      To me — they’re just good to eat. 😀


  1. Teagan, a little late in reading this riveting episode. Involved with PC computer issues, so waiting for new Apple iMac to arrive. Weather seems better on the east coast, and good the same with your head cold. Loved the sneezes, frogs, river rescue, and all in this episode. Some hint of romance & mystery of what happens next, based on who is following and catches up to them. Think you have really outdone yourself with each episode. Your creative mind is amazing. Can’t wait for more…stay well. Christine


  2. Ribbit! Still enjoying the story very much and look forward to the next episode(s). We have been having a lot of sun In NM as well so come see it sometime.


  3. Thanks for another great episode! It’s true these posts are flying by, but I’m definitely enjoying them. Keep up the great work Teagan and I’m sending you some sun from the Caribbean, hope it reaches you soon. Glad to hear that despite the cold weather, you are getting better.


  4. Is anything better than raining frogs? How delightful. I love this adventure and each installment has me on the edge of my seat. All three characters are absolutely delightful. Even Cornelis is believable (as well as the frogs) though I don’t read much fantasy. My seat is reserved for next week. ❤ ❤ ❤


    1. Thank you Tess! I think it’s a huge compliment when someone doesn’t usually read a genre but likes a story. Thank you. Oddly Cornelis is most firmly in my mind of these characters… I don’t know why.
      Keep posting those fabulous short stories — and the travelogue too! Mega-hugs. ❤ 😀


      1. I kid you not, Teagan, your style just flows. I know what you mean about Cornelis. I love when a character moves in and grabs hold of you. I don’t know why either but all you can do is enjoy him.
        Thank you for your generous support. ❤ ❤ ❤


  5. Ohhh I love taking time on the weekend to come read the installments! Wow, already at episode 7? You’re right that the days are flying. Raining frogs hehe!! Well at least the alchemist’s skull is still protected. Your writing is captivating for so many of us readers xo


  6. Ribbits and splats have given me a grin from ear to ear – brilliant story as always Teagan! I love the view from your windows – it’s really beautiful although I’m sorry for the cold and your cold, and having to clean the snow off Maximilian – why’s he called Maximilian? HUGS! XXXX


    1. Hi Jo! I only just remembered your own real life frog episode… Well these fantasy frogs were unharmed with their “wet splat landings” just so everyone knows. No frogs were harmed in the making of this episode. 😀
      Oh, Maximilian is my Mini Countryman. It’s the largest “Mini” or the “Maxi Mini”… so I call it Maximilian.
      >I’m extremely disappointed though. It has hardly any miles on it, and during all this extreme cold and bad weather i had to take it in for repair. Then they either didn’t find everything that was wrong, OR they damaged something else while “fixing” it. So by the time i got home from the repair, the heater went out with a stink and smoke.
      I’ve been too stressed-out, frustrated, busy, and working to take it back to the dealer… but have to this week, regardless of bosses and weather.
      >I’m delighted that you got a grin from this episode — and i’m so happy you stopped to comment. Huge hugs. 🙂


  7. I’ve been saving the time when I could get back and savor your latest installment. i had quite a busy day, but couldn’t wait to read this one. Don’t cut yourself short, missy! This moved along quite nicely and I loved the pancakes and frogs!!! HUMONGOUS HUGS!!! ❤ < 3 ❤


    1. Oh thank you Kathryn. I actually tweaked the chapter in a couple of places (after i wrote the intro) and felt a lot better about the story post-tweaks. Anyway i’m delighted that you enjoyed it. Hummm… maybe a frog or two will stick around… Oh well — I still don’t know what happens next. LOL. 😀 Mega-hugs!

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    1. Glad you enjoyed this episode, Tim. The weather is supposed to warm up to “normal March” temperatures at least for the next few days. Though at this point I’m afraid to believe it will last longer than that! 😀
      Thanks very much for dropping by and commenting. Hugs.

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  8. The view from your porch looks the same as mine. Egads, so much snow and cold. This episode was so much fun, I love the antics of the alchemist and the feisty heroine. The pancakes made me hungry and the visual of the trousered woman in the water trying to retrieve her hatbox with her bustle and long skirt had me laughing.


  9. I got the rare chance to sit and read this with a cup of tea. I enjoyed it immensely (the story) and think you did an excellent job with the three items. Have Copper look into that crate over there before the Apricot preserves are opened. The one marked “Property of Acme Vermont Syrup Company.”


    1. Ha!!! There wouldn’t be a coyote in that Acme crate would there? Heaven knows what kind of turn that would give my twisting imagination. John, thank you so very much! It really pleases me to think of you enjoying a cup of tea and my story. Wishing you a sunny warm Sunday. We finally have a weekend here without snow in the forecast. It’s been awhile. Huge hugs to you and yours. 🙂

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  10. Sorry you got swamped with snow. Not fun. Great set-up in the setting this week. I had to get my land-legs back after the ride on the road locomotive. If only I don’t catch that cold. Hope your cold gets better. Have a fab week.


    1. Hi Mary — it’s so good to see you here. I know we only got a “dusting” compared to the snow you get, so thanks for commiserating. My cold is nearly gone, thanks. LOL i certainly hope it’s not contagious via blog! Sending sunshine super-hugs. ❤ 🙂


  11. Oh good golly — Frankenstein’s lavatory, I shudder to think! Tee-hee!!!
    Thank you so much, David. I always look forward to your visits. I’m honored that anyone would remember characters from the old serial (particularly a minor one like Alastair Wong).
    My cold is much better, thank you. Even winter is supposed to loosen its grip for a few days next week (with normal March temperatures — still far from balmy). Maybe i should have written about it sooner, if that helped make it go away.
    Mega-hugs, dear friend. ❤ 🙂


  12. Great episode. I agree with David. Happy to see the connection with our friends from the previous serial and liked the slapstick. Wondering what the place is about….:)


    1. I’m so happy you enjoyed it, Olga.
      I have absolutely no idea what the place or the next episode is about. I’m as curious right now as you. Since the next “things” are all food, that’s harder to work with — so there’s no telling. We’ll see where Short Ribs, Eggplant, and Red Pepper take the next episode. Hug-hug-hug! 🙂


  13. Teagan, I love this weekly except I hate that it’s weekly. 😉
    I guess it’s good for patience, but sometimes that’s overrated. Sigh.
    Thank you, but it just makes me want more.
    And now I want pancakes as well. 🙂
    lol At least I’m easily distracted. 🙂


    1. Oh, thank you Donna. You post so many brilliant articles. I’d never be able to keep that pace.
      Ah-ha, now i see another purpose for the recipes — distraction! LOL. Here’s to lovely, fluffy, golden pancakes! Great-big hug! 😀


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