Well, now I'm not convinced
Jun. 6th, 2004 03:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
eve_primeYesterday, I established that a wife is better than a dog. Today I quote John Muir's journal of his visit to a mining camp in Alaska in August 1879:
"At 'Caribou Camp,' two miles from the river, I saw two fine dogs, a Newfoundland and a spaniel. Their owner told me that he paid only twenty dollars for the team and was offered one hundred dollars for one of them a short time afterwards. The Newfoundland, he said, caught salmon on the ripples, and could be sent back for miles to fetch horses. The fine jet-black curly spaniel helped to carry the dishes from the table to the kitchen, went for water when ordered, took the pail and set it down at the stream-side, but could not be taught to dip it full. But their principal work was hauling camp-supplies on sleds up the river in winter. These two were said to be able to haul a load of a thousand pounds when the ice was in fairly good condition. They were fed on dried fish and oatmeal boiled together."
See, although I've been known to carry dishes from the table to the kitchen (on rare occasions), I'm not much of a hauler, and just try sending me back for miles to fetch horses. Maybe Darwin was wrong.
Yesterday and today I finally read Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (so that I could read Ebert's movie review, which was in the Friday paper). What an exciting and satisfying book! I wonder why I'd waited so long.
R. got his mom a wind-chime for her birthday, and it sure sounds pretty outside our front door.
"At 'Caribou Camp,' two miles from the river, I saw two fine dogs, a Newfoundland and a spaniel. Their owner told me that he paid only twenty dollars for the team and was offered one hundred dollars for one of them a short time afterwards. The Newfoundland, he said, caught salmon on the ripples, and could be sent back for miles to fetch horses. The fine jet-black curly spaniel helped to carry the dishes from the table to the kitchen, went for water when ordered, took the pail and set it down at the stream-side, but could not be taught to dip it full. But their principal work was hauling camp-supplies on sleds up the river in winter. These two were said to be able to haul a load of a thousand pounds when the ice was in fairly good condition. They were fed on dried fish and oatmeal boiled together."
See, although I've been known to carry dishes from the table to the kitchen (on rare occasions), I'm not much of a hauler, and just try sending me back for miles to fetch horses. Maybe Darwin was wrong.
Yesterday and today I finally read Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (so that I could read Ebert's movie review, which was in the Friday paper). What an exciting and satisfying book! I wonder why I'd waited so long.
R. got his mom a wind-chime for her birthday, and it sure sounds pretty outside our front door.