I took the picture on the left while at Walmart today, and the picture on the right is a screenshot I took just now. All of this to show you that if you want the best woodsman towel, all you have to do is go to the automotive section of your local department store and get yourself one of the towels they market for drying your automobile after a wash. They are far superior to the ones marketed to backpackers, they’re made out of the same stuff, just as light and compact, plusher, just as quick drying, and they cost a fraction of the ones marketed to backpackers.
The school textbooks tell you the settlers crossed the Atlantic for religious freedom.
Some of them did, partly. What the textbooks leave out is the thing that sits in the actual letters, in the sailors' accounts, in the merchant pamphlets circulating in English ports from the 1580s onwards: a major reason people came to America was the wild game. Meat you could take. Meat nobody owned. Meat that walked into camp.
For a population legally separated from the animal for five hundred years, this was the whole pitch.
Consider what they were leaving.
A family in a Devon cottage in 1618 eats pottage. Oats, barley, an onion, whatever greens grew near the back door. No meat in it this week. No meat in it last week. There will be meat in it on Christmas Day, God willing, if the chicken is still alive by then. The deer in the forest at the end of the lane have been the king's property under the Forest Laws since 1066. Taking one is a hanging offence. The father has never taken one. His father never took one. The institutional...
