In Part I and Part II of this first-ever printing of Ezra Small's cryptic diary entries, we observed that the solitary trapper's mind wandered to reaches seldom surveyed by ordinary people. As the fragments are deciphered, more questions than answers are revealed, beginning with further strings of nonsensical letters:
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And the strange three-line poems continue to unfold, tantalizing modern readers with mysteries that may not have even been comprehensible to their author.
I never made a difference here
But maybe my children can
Good luck with your futures
Two brothers will wage war so fiercely
That both will occupy the strong places
Their great quarrel will fill realm and life
Heed the signposts
Be not afraid
Nothing can be changed
