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BackcountryChapter 4
That evening, I stalked through the reeds and shot a goose. I had feared that I might miss and lose the arrow, or that the big bird might take flight if I only winged it, perhaps taking my arrow with it, but we had to eat. Luckily, it was a clean kill and I waded forward, wet to the waist, to claim my prize. It made a welcome change from eating rats and chewing spruce-heart and all the other marvelous things Mataoka could prepare from that versatile tree. I returned to the clearing at the...