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Genre: Historical Fiction
Word Count: 100
PATENT US 5104 A
After weeks of rolling waves and seasickness, Robert William Thomson arrived in America. Banished. A fugitive all because he refused to go to Seminary. Sentenced to apprentice as a merchant with his uncle in Charleston.
The weary boy tried to find a comfortable position in the carriage as it lurched and bounced along the rock strewn road. His back ached with each bump and he longed for his beloved Scotland.
“I couldn’t learn Latin either,” said his uncle with a wink. “What would ye really like to do, laddie?”
“I’d like to take the corners off these bloody wheels.”