Something Like Calenture

129 AUBRIE MARRIN SOMETHING LIKE CALENTURE Who do you think you are, with all these birds in your bag, some kind of Leatherstocking? Do not touch the birds, they are covered in arsenic poison. I am Trapper, I am Pathfinder, I am Deerslayer. Come into my diorama. Everything’s life-size. Everything’s as it should be in the wild. You’ve got no business with the grotesque, with arsenical soap, with any kind of preservation. Taxidermy is just Greek for the arrangement of skin. This is the magical business of putting things back together bone by bone. See me cocking my head to side? There’s no setting the switch of the heart back. Where the sailors think the sea a grassy green field and just leap in— something like that. This is make-believe. If it all goes under if flames 130 lick the gunwales if capsize if rogue wave without your mouth I have no drug save this one. ...