SAMUEL HEARNE IN WINTERTIME 1. In this cold room I remember the smell of manure on men's heavy clothes as good, the smell of horses. It is a romantic world to readers of journeys to the Northern Ocean-- especially if their houses are heated to some degree, Samuel. Hearne, your camp must have smelled like hell whenever you settled down for a few days of rest and journal-work: hell smeared with human manure, hell half-full of raw hides, hell of sweat, Indians, stale fat, meat-hell, fear-hell, hell of cold.
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