I think of some of the fur brigade journeys I've read of. SOB, fug that! Modern comforts are swell.
I remember long ago, reading in an old trappers journal about Indian kids, playing on a frozen lake and the real little ones sitting on a buffalo robe, naked, watching them, and laughing and hollering. Well below zero, somewhere up North in Montana or Wyoming. Been a long time since I read it. miles
