A Tolerable Discomfort

Close-growing, arm-sized slash oaks grew to the north and south. Tall red cedar trees and older oaks lined the edge of the big swamp. A small cluster of cedars protected the steep hill’s crest. On that cold, odorless November morning in 1794, a biting wind gusted up the slope. Bare cheeks tingled. Eyes teared. The… Continue reading A Tolerable Discomfort