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Wednesday, 8 September 2010

pearl diving


































… 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