… we were forc'd to season our indian Corn… with little Frogs that the Natives gather'd in the Meadows…
… we lived on wild garlick, which we were obliged to grub up from under the snow.
… the entrails of deer, full of blood and half-putrefied excrement, boiled fungus, decayed oysters…
Apalache/ Paul Metcalf
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