Interesting to read this in combination with having started reading Barry Lopez's 'Arctic Dreams' a few days ago - which tells the same story about the mother and two cubs in the opening chapter, before going on to chapters about muskoxen, seals, geese, and much more, all in prose which is both that of the field scientist, and that of the poet.
"we must not say the fright, he entangled his buttons, and not being able to hold any longer, he filled his breeches"
Did he sh*t himself?
yep
Interesting to read this in combination with having started reading Barry Lopez's 'Arctic Dreams' a few days ago - which tells the same story about the mother and two cubs in the opening chapter, before going on to chapters about muskoxen, seals, geese, and much more, all in prose which is both that of the field scientist, and that of the poet.