“Snapshot Saturday”
![Msko-waagosh examines a clam shell, then a twig snapped...](https://traditionalblackpowderhunting.com/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/A_Twig_Snapped.jpg)
A pearly-white object interrupted the returned white captive’s still-hunt. Two halves of a clam’s shell rested in the grass beside the watering hole. More shells, some broken with teeth marks, lay nearer the water. “The work of an ambitious raccoon,” the woodsman whispered. Then a twig snapped in the cedar trees to the west… Old Northwest Territory, in the Year of our Lord, 1795…