Journal Entries (Pages 9-10)

Page from Louisiana Event scrapbook.

Governor Foster Assures Citizens (Pages 1-2)
Newspaper Clippings (Pages 3-4)
Graffiti Article (Pages 5-6)
Letter to Laveau/Jones (Pages 7-8)
**Journal Entries (Pages 9-10)**
Pellella Note (Pages 11-12)
Rittmeister Letter (Pages 13-14)
Queen/Georgia Railway Tickets (Pages 15-16)
Western NY & PA Railway Ticket (Pages 17-18)

## Transcript

Page 9: Journal entry by Alessandro Guardini

2 February 1885

The addictive nature of hunting ever more dangerous game is getting to me.

A thrilling game of wits, followed by a showdown of a nature most glorious...

I feel like I was born to do this.

I have hunted all manner of beasts until now. Tigers, crocodiles, elephants... but absolutely nothing truly satisfied me, for the prey was all simply acting by instinct rather than thought. Mere beasts... Too easy to predict. Too easy to kill...

When i became a member of the esteemed hunting lodge of st Leopold, I told myself this, finally, was what i was looking for. Making prey out of the most accomplished hunter in this world...

Hunting people instead of animals...

But there's no glory in shooting game a few feet from it's cage. There was true skill involved...

I have briefly considered becoming a law man; a bounty hunter; traveling to the fabled wild west and tracking criminals. But no, criminals by their very nature ought to be stupid.

I have no interest in measuring wits with the dumb.

Precisely that is why I can't wait to reach New Orleans. This first open hunt is my chance to impress DR Jones and hopefully qualify for better hunting parties in the future. The society understands what a hunter actually needs.

A real hunter needs no prey, for prey may, by definition, never hope to win. Therefore since the hunter would never loose, there is no actual skill involved.

Nay. A hunter, needs a demon, for lack of a better term.

A true hunter needs another true hunter.

Let the games begin...

Don Alessandro Guardini

*Journal Entry by Alessandro Guardini*

Page 10: Journal entry by Abdullah Bin Abdul Aziz

It is the nineteenth day of the Shawwal month of the year thirteen twelve.

We shall begin in the name of him who's most gracious and merciful.

We have just arrived in this strange land of heathens. Our feet still think they're on water even though our mind knows and cherishes the existence of firm land underneath. Despite numerous storms on our way, we weren't concerned with our own well being, for Chingane predicted my death on land. Although we know his majesty Azrail alone knows where and when our life shall be taken, we know Chingane's deck is not to be ignored. Sinners, they may be, but fools they are not.

As it was brought to our attention before the journey, the heathen vessel was dirty and uncomfortable. This was our first journey to their Nev York. It looks uglier than the old York. It is not worth anyone's attention.

The master of the caravan assured us that our stay here will be a short one. Tomorrow morning we shall be on our way to Nev Orlan if god wills it. There we shall find and slay a southern Djinn of thirst and filth. It's husk shall be sold to the tribe of Amerikan huntes in exchange for forty cards of the true deck.

May god forgive our sins.

Abdullah Bin Abdul Aziz, master of treasury.