Every night we stopped in a cabin where wood had been stacked, matches left, and canned goods laid out for the chance traveler. All the unknown host received in return was a scribbled note giving our thanks, any news we could think of, and our names. This whole system of northern hospitality was a gigantic chain, for while we were eating this mans beans, he was undoubtedly farther up the trail, eating somebody elses.
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About Benedict Freedman, Mrs. Mike
Benedict Freedman, Mrs. Mike.
Themes
- History — Lessons from the past and the arc of human civilisation