Þis somer brohte drugað. Shenandoah flod is niþer. Fela sindon gesewenlic, þa under wæter gewunelice sindon. Her sindon fela ealde irenas: nægelas, hæpsan, loces, weodhocas…
Æne dæg, hunta bæd me leaf asecian guþ-lafas Westlanda Ingefeohta in flode. Ic hopige, þæt he ne sohte her. Eall is ofergeong!
Hu seo þrag gewat!
This summer we’re in a drought. The river is low, so many things are visible that usually lie beneath the water. There’s a lot of hardware here. Nails, screws, locks, hasps, unidentifiable tools… One day a few years back, a relic-hunter stopped by and asked if he could use his metal detector in the creek to find Civil War relics. I hope he didn’t look here — I don’t think metal detectors can filter by century.