|Publisher:||West Margin Press|
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During the 12 years I lived alone in the Savage River wilderness I was constantly aware that if I became injured or ill I was on my own. My close neighbors were bears, caribou, moose and other wild animals, but no people. Mrs. Green’s suggestion that I “..could sit in the sled and let my nice doggies bring me to Healy,” was, of course, nonsense. I was always careful not to fall when I was on my trapline or traveling in the mountains. I used an axe with great care. I guarded against fire at my cabins. I handled my traps with special care; most were small and light enough so I could open them with my hands, although a few required a special clamp to open. I was careful in handling my guns. I was cautious on river and lake ice. In short, I was always aware that I could not expect help if I got hurt or became seriously ill. But I couldn’t guard against everything.