Just a brief segment from Pierre Berton's book, "My Country." It provides some perspective on the indigenous way of life, eulogized by present-day media, academics, activists, and politicians.
It is derived from the writings from a guy named Samuel Hearne, who was sent to find a giant copper deposit in Canada's north land.
I am not making any judgments here. It was what it was. I don't judge dogs for their strange obsession with smelling poop, either. Samuel Hearne didn't judge, either.
So far, Pierre Berton seems to have escaped the censors.
His descriptions of the food they ate, and which Hearne learned to eat and enjoy, like raw fish, beaver fetuses, and animal guts, are enough to make you gag. There is a bit of humour where Berton describes how they enjoyed picking the lice out of their hair and clothes and eating them. (You vill eat zee bugs!) Another delicacy was warble flies from rotting flesh. It says Hearne didn't eat the lice and flies because he didn't want to risk acquiring a taste for them, knowing they might be unavailable when he returned home. (or, at least, for another 200+ years.)
If Canada stays on the course it's currently on, we may all learn to enjoy eating lice and warble flies soon enough. To "save the planet."
Ring, ring.
Herro, can I take your Oeder?
Yes, I would like to order some fried rice.
Flied lice?
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