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
The Burlington Northern Special Agent in Whitefish told me that in the early '80s he had contact with two Indians from Browning who had just arrived, they rode on an open car dressed only in shirt, pants and shoes. It was 20F in Whitefish at the time, no doubt much colder, plus wind chill, going over the pass. They did not appear to be suffering from it.
Last edited by DHN; 01/16/17. Reason: added last sentence
