We started on the Wampanoag Village just inland from the where the settlers fortress. This was a new twist on history now that the Wampanoags are sharing their perspective of what happened. I learned from the local male that the skunk was a luxury meat and fur. If you pick a skunk up by its tail then the muscles can’t contract to release the stink. It needs the muscles in the hind legs to push. So you grab the skunk by the tail then kill it quickly. The fur is used for winter coats. The meat is considered to be a five star meal. The bones were used to make tools. The liquid from the anal glands was mixed with tree sap to create a balm that was used to cure the common colds. If rubbed on the chest it would also relieve congestion.
I stood in awe as I watched the young warrior burn the center of a white oak log. He was doing what the others had taught him. The warmer the wood, the easier to cut away at the insides. It would need four to five days of steady burning to hollow out the stump. We saw something similar at the Coopersmiths shoppe in Sturbridge. He set a hot fire inside the wood framework to get the pieces warm enough to shape in to barrels.
“Witchery! Hush woman,” she said to me. “That would lead to a hangin’ and ye don’t want that, do you now?” I was just joking when Miles Standish pretended to not know of what foreign place her from whence her camera came. It’s witchery! I declared. The good wife was very serious. She was forced in to a days labor just for feeding her husband a warm meal during guard duty. She’s a young wife and new to the colony. If the good wife of Miles wasn’t so burdened with their three sons, she would be out mending fences as well. With Winter nearly gone now, the seeds needed to be sowed and the houses needed some work. There was no space for bothering the guards. Even with four years of peace between the Wampanoags and the Settlers, one could never be too cautious.
The subject of sheep came up because naturally I have to ask….where are they? Well, Mr. Standish told me that he just sent them to pasture. There are 20 are so of them. Some with babies. Until his fence is mended, they must stay there where they can be guarded.
Having fun at Plimoth, Massachusetts!