On various occasions, I’ve mentioned that we had a well when I was growing up that was practically unusable. We could use the water from it to flush commodes inside the house, but that was about all. For all of our drinking, cooking, and washing, we brought up our water in buckets from a little freshwater spring down the side of the mountain.
The reason the well water was mostly unusable is that it contained too much rust, or iron. I took the attached picture here while on that walk in the woods with my daughter the other day, specifically to show you all exactly what this sort of water looks like.
If you ever come across water like this in the woods, you’ll know it has unusually high iron content if it appears orange like the water in this little runoff area here.
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...
