6/26/2023 0 Comments Three Day Road by Joseph Boyden![]() ![]() Automobiles, just like the one Old Man Ferguson back in Moose Factory drives, rush there at the same time every other day. The road that leads up to it is covered in dust. ![]() Where it comes to rest is just a wooden platform with a small shelter to hide in when the weather turns. The rabbits, though, seem as afraid of this place as I am. Soon I will have only enough food left to get us home, and so I've taken to setting snares around my camp. I must look a thin and wild old woman to them, an Indian animal straight out of the bush. They stare and point and talk about me as if they've not seen one of me before. I hide well during the day, but when the sound of it reaches my ears I have no choice but to come out and walk among them. More wemistikoshiw than I want to see walk the dusty streets in their funny clothes, dressed as if for colder weather, though the sun above us is high and full of summer heat. This is a town I have not been to before, a place to which I will never return. ![]() This is an ugly town, far bigger than Moose Factory, even. For many days I've hidden in the bush by the town, coming out when I hear the call, watching carefully for him. ![]()
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