“Late Morning Walnuts”

“Snapshot Saturday”

A trading post hunter sits at his brush shelter eating walnuts.

After a hard morning’s simple pursuit, the trading post hunter sat in the sunlight munching on walnut meats. The brush camp was new then, but now is only a memory… Old Northwest Territory, two ridges east of the River Raisin, in the Year of our Lord, 1797.

 

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